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seokka0o · 1 year

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HIGH NOTES

Kim Taerae x Afab!Reader

Warning : unprotected sex ; fingering; soft!Dom Taerae ; multiple orgarms; pet names

Ask: agh i literally have taerae hot summer on repeat in my mind and i want him so baddd :( could you maybe write a softdom!taerae x reader ?? maybe where he’s stressed trying to learn lyrics and hit the right notes while preparing for zb1’s debut stage but he’s been at it for hours and he’s frustrated so reader tries to get him to relax 😏 but he has pent up frustration sooo… 🙈

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The company as a whole was a complete mess. Not the fun type, the entire time there seemed to be a lack of interest from the instructors in helping their idols deal with their vocal performance issues. Taerae was a novice, he knew he had potential, but it was difficult for him to get professional instruction to be able to do what he needed without getting too angry. In the end it ended like this, the day was already frustrating in general, he didn't know it could be so tiring even having come from a reality show like Boys Planet. In the end it turned out that he spent the whole day working like a damned man, coming to nothing, his throat already overloaded, the headache lingering from the exertion, taerae had to at least run out of the dorm to find you in your apartment, which luckily it was a few blocks up from where they lived now. Perfectly comfortable, he'd say it's a coincidence, you'd say it's a special care, if you had that condition to be closer to him, why wouldn't you do that?

He had the password, he didn't need all that suspense, you were in your room watching television, he had stopped answering at the beginning of the night and you were already getting ready to sleep, with the television on low, you were facing your dressing table when you heard the door password and taerae's slow steps took the direct path to his room, without raising his head, without saying anything, he just hugged you from behind, burying his face into your shoulder and sniffling at the smell of your lotion body and after bath. It was there where Taerae found comfort, his body relaxing and tingling with extreme fatigue and the need to have you with him in this whole process that he found quite painful.

"Hey babe" You whispered as you finished putting the cream on your face and spreading it. You still sitting there waiting for any reaction, but Taerae didn't say a word, he seemed interested in keeping his nose on your neck, smelling you to give him some comfort, but still remaining daring, traveling his hand along your torso which he clumsily hugged " Was it a tough day?"

He nodded, letting go of you so that you turned around in the armchair you were sitting in so you could see his eyes sparkling with pure weariness and pure frustration.

"Yes..a lot" he said resting a hand on your chair's armrest to lean towards you. You felt your body freeze and then your breathing got slightly heavy, Taerae had his bangs separated, showing his forehead clearly, you knew what that meant, his hand entering your clothes with familiarity and you grunted low when you felt his cold finger touch your clit,circling in a clockwise direction.

"O-oh" You gasped softly letting the moan come out right after. Taerae lowered his face to the crook of your neck and began kissing, open mouth kisses, making wet noises, touching with his tongue, sucking, using your body, trembling but feeling each stimulus clearly. Taerae's fingers glided with clear, single purpose, you could feel his warm breath touching your neck as the sequence built up, fingers circling your spot and sometimes sliding down to wander between your lips. Your moans making him lose consciousness little by little, making him suck your skin harder and mark the desired space "T-Taerae"

"Shh" he let open your skin and looked up at you, smiling without showing his teeth, but leaving the dimple evident on his face, soon taerae kissed your lips, the softness felt caused you some palpitations, his hand inside your clothes made strokes that made you shiver and close your leg around it, but taerae held on, ran the tip of his tongue across your lower lip and entered your mouth shortly after. The hot contact of tongues made you shudder, you moaned together, but Taerae held until the end, moving his middle finger down so he could circle your entrance and then penetrate, being completely received by you.

The contact between the tongues was firm, circling, every now and then you took the opportunity to suck on Taerae's and teased him in a way, the soft touch and the heavy breathing in sync. It cost you to sustain this for too long, your body trembling taking taerae in the strongest sensation and you had to stop so you could moan, you couldn't concentrate on more than one thing, not when taerae had a finger inside you.

You rest your back on the upholstery, your insides contracting to receive his finger first insisting, taerae leaned back into your neck and continued to kiss, sucking the skin etching increasingly purple marks against your skin, making you shudder and move your hips so you can fuck with his fingers . The meows came out with a greater frequency than the previous one and your body began to feel the heat, with intensity, your legs were shaking suspended over the chair so your hand went up to his hair strands, that beautiful light brown that matched the tone of skin, Taerae was hot, you could feel it as soon as your fingers touched his scalp, as you curled each one over the strands and pulled them, petting in intercourse, showing your approval and adoration of everything taerae is capable.

Taerae kept the frequency low, the fingers moved in a way that prolonged all your sensations, now introducing the index finger next to the other finger he began to prepare you for what was to come next, scissor movements, sits, following a slow fuck with his fingers, taerae was neutral until then, but if you stopped five minutes you would notice the erection marking the other's jeans, the member pulsating ready to thrust inside you at the first opportunity, but he wanted to make sure you were ready for it. soon his thumb finds your bud, squeezing and circling again, while the other two held tight inside you, even if not moving as effectively taerae could feel your walls squeezing him to fit, wanting more stimulation than they had until the given moment.

"babe...slow down, I'm going to come like this" you whispered with your chest rising and falling harder, taerae mumbled against your neck and then held, even though you tried to push him away to avoid reaching the limit so soon, air just held steady, twirling his thumb in no hurry to leave, trailing the kisses up your jaw back to your lips, his eyes in a deep dark were now firm over the shape of your face. he smiled at you and left a few seals on your lips, you grunting in need to get him back, but taerae didn't say anything to you, yet, he was there for one reason only.

Heat raced up your spine, the air knocked out of your lungs and then Taerae stopped playing with your clit and began to drive his fingers deep inside you, fucking you all over. Your eyes rolled back in an endless sensation of pleasure, spilling your desires, the promiscuous sounds coming out of your mouth in a desperate plea for relief, your eyes closing and taerae not even for a second distracting his attention, if by any chance it had one thing he knew how to do was put you in a state of deep despair quickly.

"you did so well darling" he says leaving a seal over the top of your forehead and withdrew his hand from inside your clothes making you meow in longing for his touch, panties now totally out of use then soon you start remove of your body "you behaved so well"

taerae was there to relieve his frustrations, as soon as you carefully turned around on the chair, bringing your feet to the floor and your torso supported, he released the button on his pants, unzipped and pulled his erect member out, feeling it pulsing in his own hand. taerae grunted animalistically at the sensation, the thick tone of his voice reciprocating for it and then he ran the tip of the stick through your intimacy.

you involuntarily moved your hips back, but he was patient, fitted and then entered you, eliciting ravenous moans from both of you. taerae felt you still tight around his cock, just as you felt it invade with all your strength.

you leaned back on the chair as soon as he grabbed you by the hip. Taerae started to move slowly, as the skillful one, he was trying to contain a lot of his instinct not to end the game so soon, but the noises you released. hands making a brazen finger print on your hips, keeping you steady and then taerae started thrusting into you, with the desired speed, your legs trembling close to losing all the strength you had to hold back. he was trying to prove himself, to ease whatever pain he was in, and you openly receiving that without any questions, all he could think about was how easy you were for him, how you were always ready to receive it

you start contracting harder, squeezing his dick giving the feeling of the whole shape, the tip poking you deep making you shake and moan desperately, taerae follows the way you push your hips towards him and meet with more violence , you losing rhythm many times because of this, but always guaranteeing to see it through to the end.

“I-I think I'm going to come again…” you whimper, feeling yourself tremble, taerae squeezing your skin and keeping the pace until you again reach your limit, his cock hard still as you squeeze and release, that wetness running down the sides of your thighs, it didn't stop even after you lost your strength, taerae held you to him, possessively, thrusting deep, circling, fucking until his moans escaped his lips like songs, he was tired and then filling you with all the hot liquid, making the wet sound and punched in mercilessly.

“fuck…” you said a bit disoriented as he pulls out of you

“sorry…i'll take care of you" said taerae as he removed his clothes, holding you in his arms to take you back to the bathroom. "you did great”

you laughed softly letting you sit you on the sink like that and help you remove the blouse you were wearing, the last piece that was on his body until then. Finally join you with him for a new bath

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sassykattery · 2 years

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Unholy Entertainer

Welcome to Sassy's Kinktober. This is for the prompt "For Your Entertainment."

Synopsis: f! MC is a special entertainment performer and a certain eldest brother goes to her show not knowing she was the entertainer. Set in 3rd person.

Pairing: LuciferxF!MC

Characters: Lucifer, MC, Asmodeus

CW: use of she/her pronouns. Highly suggestive, erotic entertainment, stripping. *Smut scene: fingering, f receiving penetration, creampie, praise kink

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Inspired by the song "Unholy" by Sam Smith, ft. Kim Petras

"At the body shop, doin' something unholy."

"Asmo, why did you bring me here?" Lucifer asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I thought you said we were going to see, and I quote, "Quality entertainment for the ages.""

"We are, Lucifer!" Asmo whined.

"Asmo, this is a burlesque show," Lucifer groaned. Both demons were sitting at the front of the house floor, near the stage at a club. Black curtains were shielding the stage. Patrons continued to fill the room. There were tables and chairs all around, tealight candles on the tables to create a dimly lit ambience with the lowlights on the ceiling on.

"I already bought the tickets, plus, I think you'll like this one," Asmo said indignantly, crossing his arms.

"Asmo, I'm leaving," Lucifer began to sit forward to stand until the house lights went out. He grunted and sat back, slightly slouching in his chair and covering half his face with his gloved hand.

"Thank you for joining us this evening, dearest guests. We have the extraordinary honor of presenting a very special entertainer, and we hope you enjoy the show," a voice said over the speakers. "It is our esteemed pleasure to present to you Lady Agneau."

The black curtains drew back to reveal a dark stage, but there was the silhouette of a curvy figure sitting on a stool with her back to the audience while she gazed forward at her vanity. The stage lights dimly went alight. She was in a white robe with her name in rhinestones on the back, glittering as she turned her head. A white curled horn adorned the side of her head, like a ram.

Lucifer recognized the side-profile of the performer and his eyes went wide. He swept a side-glare across the table at Asmo who was smirking at his eldest brother before looking back up at the stage.

A low bass thrummed throughout the room as the music started, and she swung around on her vanity stool. It was her, the human exchange student.

Her sash remained tied and two adorable horns sat upon her head. She wore glittering diamond heels that glimmered under the lowlights. As the beat dropped, a spotlight turned on, illuminating her whole frame. As she sat, her hands wandered all over her body as if it were a lover exploring her, her face of joyous ecstasy. Her eyes flew open to gaze at her audience, and there were some slow claps and hollers from the patrons.

Her eyes landed upon Lucifer's, and he swore that she shined just a little brighter when they locked eyes. She looked forward again slowly got to her feet, her shiny legs looking miles long.

She sauntered forward to the rhythm of the music, hips swaying as she toyed with the sash of her robe. Swiftly, she turned on her heel and bent over at the hip, back to the audience, hands grasping her shins as the tops of her thighs peaked under the robe, suggesting as to what could be underneath. As she drew upward, her robe gently began to slip off her shoulders. The sash fell to the sides and the robe fell open.

With little decorum, she let it fall around her elbows, exposing her upper and middle back, a lavender and dusty pink corset showing, her shoulders bare. Her arms went back to let the fabric slip further until it just hung around her wrists. It was then everyone could see the sheep's tail twitching over where her tailbone would be. Her panties matched the corset. Letting the arm of the robe slip from one arm completely, she held the entirety of the garment in one hand before dropping to the floor.

Slowly, she turned, showing the rest of her. Her breasts were almost entirely on display, cleavage abundant in such a tight corset. White tufts of fur lined the top edge and the side seams of the corset, crystal buttons lining the middle of it. She smiled at the audience, letting her hands run all over her body again. Patrons cheered again, and Lucifer could feel his cheeks burning. He wanted to leave but he was just as entranced as anyone else, unable to look away.

The human turned and sauntered back to her vanity, bending over at the hip to look in the mirror, showing the curve of her ass cheeks, and her hips swayed while her tail wiggled. Suddenly, she jerked a hand up and snapped. A male demon only wearing slacks, his muscular torso on display, walked from the side of the stage and brought out a chair to the center of the stage near the edge. She snapped again, and he promptly left.

Satisfied with her appearance, she turned and seemingly glided back to the front of the stage, and while turning to the side, she hiked a heeled foot onto the seat of the chair. She leaned forward and brushed her fingers over the smooth skin of her ankle, slowly tracing up her leg. Kicking that leg out, she switched over to sit in the chair backwards, back to the audience. Her nimble fingers reached back toward the silk corset laces, trickling downward until they rested at the bow that was tied just above her panties. With a quick tug, the bow came undone, and slowly she worked to pull out the laces, forcing everyone to wait with bated breath as the room was filled with sexual tension and erotic music.

Once the laces were completely pulled, her hands went forward as she made a show of popping the buttons on the front of her corset, her shoulders recoiling with each pop. Once fully undone, she held it open, shimmying her shoulders to tease the crowd before giving the garment a lackadaisical toss across the stage. Her arms came forward to wrap herself, as if she was cold or saving her modesty. Her head turned and the audience could see the curve of her lips into a smile in her side-profile.

Lucifer silently whined as he had to see this through. He had to see what she did.

Her hands steadied onto the edge of the back of the chair, and slowly she bent backwards. Once she could see her crowd, upside down, her breasts were almost entirely on display, save the lavender "x's" over her nipples in shiny body tape. Whistles and hecklers sounded out their approval.

Lucifer groaned and continued to hide the lower half of his face with his hand. Oh, he had so many questions for her.

Snapping upright again, she briefly stood up to swing her legs around and sit down again to face the audience, showing everyone her bare torso, leaving little to the imagination.

If Lucifer wasn't imagining, he could have sworn she smirked at him when her eyes landed on his again.

She snapped her fingers again, now with two muscular and attractive male demons dressed in only tight jeans and loafers came onto the stage, kneeling beside her. She placed her hands onto their heads, fingers rubbing affectionately. A wicked smile adorned her face. The two demons acted as her pets, worshipping her and pawing at her form, fingers tracing her curves and palms grazing her flesh.

Lucifer's eyebrow perked up, and now he was irritated. The audacity she had to let these lower demons touch her, he was jealous and fuming.

She turned in her chair to sit with her side profile to the audience, facing one of the demons, sitting in between her legs. The other demon sat up on his knees behind her and she rested her back against his chest. The demon between her legs let his hands run over her smooth skin, gazing at her with such a predatory stare even Lucifer gulped. And then the other demon at her back caressed her torso and breasts, hands traveling upward to her horns to grasp them as he brought his face to her neck. Her legs went up onto the shoulders of the demon between her legs. His hands reached up to pull her panties off.

Once her panties were off, suddenly, she took a heeled foot and planted it onto the demon, and then sent him back with a push. Her ass rested in her chair, she used her hands to shove off the other demon before she fully faced her audience. With legs spread wide, at her core was a white rose, covering what was beneath, and that's when the curtain fell and the audience clapped.

"See? That was pure art, Lucifer, truly some of the best work I've seen-" Asmo started to go on, before Lucifer reached across and grabbed his shirt collar.

"How long have you known about this little job of hers? Hm?"

"This is her first performance! She was too shy to ask you to come so I said I would bring you here," Asmo whined, trying to wave off Lucifer's grip. The eldest released the fifth born.

"She... wanted me to come?" Lucifer asked, bewildered.

"Yes! And I believe you could probably go to her dressing room and tell her what you thought," Asmo replied with glints of mischief in his eyes.

Lucifer huffed and stood, quickly finding his way toward a hallway leading to the back of the club. No one dared stop him, and he continued on his path, moving with purpose, until he found a door with her stage name.

He knocked, and he heard her sweet voice call back for entry. Quietly, he opened the door and quickly shut it. When he turned, he saw her sitting at her makeup vanity, fixing her hair. The lamb personna was gone. She looked up at him in the mirror and smiled wide, clearly pleased to see him.

"Hi Lucifer," she called out charmingly.

"I'm flattered you wanted me to watch your performance, however, I'd like to know just how long you were planning on keeping it a secret that this is what you were doing?" Lucifer asked, stopping behind her chair and folding his arms as he looked back at her through the mirror. Her face fell.

"I... I wanted it to be a surprise. I've always wanted to try this and Asmo helped me get the gig-" and then her eyes went wide.

"Asmo, then? I'll remember that," he huffed. He turned his head to the side and when he looked back at her, his cheeks were red. "You were good, in fact, I wouldn't have guessed it was your first performance."

Her face lit up a little at his praise. She put her hair pins down and folded her hands in her lap. She looked away as well at the wall beside her. "It's a form of expression. I wanted it to be a story of having demons fawn over me, only to shove them away in favor of showing myself to the one I truly want."

Lucifer's face burned hotter, wanting to hear her say who but unwilling to have his pride be hurt.

"You, I mean, Lucifer," she whispered, but it sounded so loud gracing the ears of the demon behind her.

"Me?" He asked.

"You," she repeated.

She finally met his gaze in the mirror again, only to see the look of adoration in his eyes. Carefully, he grabbed her shoulders and turned her in her seat to look at him directly. He searched her eyes for indication of falsity or hesitation.

"How many more shows are you doing tonight?" He asked huskily.

"Just that one," she replied.

"Good. I don't think I can be apart from you right now, nor can I allow anyone else to see you. If you truly want to show yourself to me, I'm happy to oblige your wish," he murmured, taking her hand to pull her from her chair and over to the couch in her room. She sat upon his lap, her robe slightly opening.

"Why did you want me to watch you? Hm? I would've liked to have been invited by you personally, by the way," he purred, his gloved fingers tracing over the edge of the robe over her chest, where the fabric ended and her skin peaked through.

"I was afraid you'd say no, or worse," she replied softly.

"I suppose I was surprised to see this is what you spend your free time doing," he stated. His eyes flickered up to hers, crimson orbs trained on her expression, as his other hand began to gently pull the sash, causing it to fall more and more open.

"So you liked my show then?" she asked softly, leaning forward with her hands on his shoulders.

"How could I not when I am the subject of your desires?" he teased, tucking a finger under her chin.

She let her robe fall down around her shoulders, revealing a silk red slip underneath, her nipples outlined by the flimsy fabric. Both of his hands swept up her back and smoothed over her frame.

"You didn't look particularly happy sometimes," she replied. He brought her closer, her chest rubbing up against his.

"Can you blame me? Seeing lowly demons touching you, exposing yourself to others? I merely wish to keep this delicious body all to myself," he stated with a smirk. He pushed off the rest of the robe and drank in her appearance. Red was her color, but what lie beneath it all is what he truly wanted to see.

"And... am I the subject of your desires?" she asked quietly.

"You, my dear, are the subject of all my fantasies as I lie awake at night, waiting for slumber. You, my darling, are what consumes my waking thoughts as I begin my day. You, my little agneau, are the brightest star in my night sky, the one I wish to follow into eternity," he stated in a low tone, raking his gaze all over her as he spoke.

"Oh," is all she could say, embarrassed by his words.

*Lucifer smirked, and he began to toy with the straps of her slip. "Might I see the rest of you then?"

"... You may," she finally replied.

With smooth movements, Lucifer pushed up the hem of the slip her body and over her head, revealing everything except what was beneath a black set of g-string panties.

"Beautiful," he whispered, finally looking up at her. She shivered against the brisk air gracing her skin, so he sat up to remove his overcoat and drape it over her shoulders, still being able to see her exposed front.

Her breathing was shallow, and Lucifer didn't help her nerves as his gloved fingertips lightly swept across her body. "I would like very much to be the only one to see this," he murmured.

Unable to take it anymore, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, and his hand shot up to the back of her head to tangle his fingers in her hair as he held onto her. His other hand squeezed her bare thigh. He gave her a kiss so passionate, she was left breathless. His tongue danced with hers, unrelenting and unforgiving as he bullied against her mouth.

After several minutes, a squeeze of her hand on his bicep cued him to pull back, her breathing labored now. "Shall we go further? Or we can go home for the evening to retire-" he started to offer.

"I need you, Lucifer. I need you to... to..." she whined, gripping his waistcoat.

"Tell me, sweet human," he purred.

"I need you to take me, now. I want to know how it is we can pleasure each other. I want experience ecstasy with you," she stated in a smokey voice.

"I've never heard anything sweeter, little one. You shall have it since I'm finding it hard to say no to you, not that I ever could," Lucifer replied, tucking his thumb and index finger under her chin. He snapped his fingers so the door to her dressing room would stay closed and they would remain undisturbed.

She began to unbutton his waistcoat and shirt, and he took her delicate jaw in his hand and kissed her neck. Nothing was rushed, and though they burned for one another, they both wished to savor this moment. For a moment she slid off his lap to pull down her panties, fully baring herself to him. He sat forward and pulled her close against him, nuzzling his face into her abdomen.

"You are truly a wonder, my little agneau," he murmured, kissing her soft skin, letting his hands wander shamelessly. He grabbed her hips and gently pushed her back a few steps so he could stand and rid himself of his own clothes.

She watched in awe of his marvelous body, her hands coming up shyly to graze his perfect smooth skin, rippling muscles, sculpted pectorals. Her eyes flickered up to his again as he watched her in return. Slowly, as to not scare her, he pulled her into his embrace, where they rubbed and nuzzled up against each other, truly appreciating one another. His lips found hers once more to wordlessly describe his affections for her, gentle yet passionate.

Guiding her once more, he led her to lie down on the couch, quickly nestling himself on top. She still felt the brisk air of the room, even with his warm body on top of hers, so she whisked his overcoat over his back to cover them both. His lips curved into a slight smile.

"You aren't becoming shy now, are you? After baring yourself to your customers?"

"It's cold..." she murmured, looking away.

"Allow me to warm you up, then," he said lustfully.

Holding himself up on one elbow, his other arm snaked between their bodies to dance his fingers along her mound, which was more than warm; it was hot and ready for attention. His hand roamed around, getting to know each crevice and curve of her sex, feeling the slick accumulate on the slit of her lower lips. Finally, he swept two fingers past her folds, slowly running up her wet heat and stopping right at that bundle of nerves. She flinched at the sensation, remaining quiet but her face said it all: Lucifer saw the look of desperation on her face.

"Is this okay?" he asked, even if she looked needy, he never wanted to assume.

"Keep going," she whispered.

As told, his two fingers swirled around her clit, pressing in slightly to increase the pressure until she let out a wanton moan.

"You sound beautiful, little lamb. Keep mewling for me," he demanded in a voice so sultry she melted. Her hand went to gently grasp his shoulder, wanting to ground herself as she tried to let go; to let him have her.

Warm, wet slick began to build up around her core. Her arousal was the most illustrious perfume to Lucifer. The whimpers that sounded in her throat continued to fill the room, but they turned into gasps as his fingers rotated and sank down to her entrance, slipping right in with how ready she was for stimulation.

"Ahh-haa, oh," she sounded out. His two fingers filled her nicely, causing her walls to clamp down to feel them out more.

"You're beautiful, what a doll you are. So perfect and just right for me," Lucifer praised. "You feel this good around my fingers, I can't imagine how euphoric you'd feel on my cock."

A burning heat dusted her face and neck at his words. It started the haze that was her release as all she could focus on was the sensations below.

"That's it, lamb, enjoy how I make you feel. Savor the pleasure I can bring you," he whispered, his hot breath dusting her ear.

"Lucifer," she said in a huff.

"I know, I know. You're so close. You can cum, you can make a mess for me," he cooed, kissing her jaw and neck while pumping his fingers faster.

And she did. Her hips rolled senselessly, drinking up the blissful pleasure that was her orgasm as it burned away at her body. With quickening breath and heart rate, she hurdled into her release and let go. Her eyes stayed half-open to look at Lucifer as she whined and moaned unintelligible sounds.

He worked through her release, being steady and stable for her as she came down. Once she was back in the same plane of reality, he gently removed his hand and held himself over her with both arms, settling himself between her legs.

"Any further? Or shall we stop?" He asked quietly, drinking in her flushed state.

"K-keep going. I want all of you," she replied.

Relaxing onto her back fully, she spread her thighs out and he brought them up around his hips. Her eyes widened at the sensation of his cock brushing her upper inner thigh. He let out an amused puff of air.

"I'll take this at whatever pace you'd like," he murmured.

"Start a little slow," she requested.

He nodded and took a hold of his cock rub the head against her lower lips, pushing slightly to feel her dripping wet folds contour around his member. When the head brushed her clit, she flinched and whimpered, still sensitive from her release. He rolled his hips a few times to really savor the feel of her heat before angling down to prod her entrance.

"Ready, little lamb?" Lucifer purred. She nodded vigorously, causing him to smirk at her neediness.

Sinking into her, his cock stretched her open, her soft walls deliciously parting just for him. Oh how her warmth and wetness beguiled him, it was simply divine. He let out a pretty moan for her, causing her to squirm just a tiny bit. Her name ghosted his breath as he continued to take her.

And his cock felt sublime to her as well, filling every part of her and more, rubbing her sweetest spots as he sank further until his hips were flush with hers. They savored the moment together.

Keeping his eyes on hers, he slowly pulled back, his cock sliding back out of her. It was enough to make her drag her fingers down his sides as she quickly lost herself in the pleasure, the bliss. Whines and whimpers fell from her lips as he slid back in, and so began his steady pace of slow, easy thrusts.

"F-feels so good," she whined out.

"Does it? Tell me more," he cooed, burying his face in her neck as he listened to her soft cries.

"Your cock feels so good. I love this. I love you f-fucking me," she murmured, her voice hiking in pitch as the pleasure pierced her thoughts, rendering her defenseless against its pull.

"Mm, that's right, baby. I love making you feel good," he replied.

Her inner coils began to tighten, a pool of heat gathering in her abdomen. "I-I'm close," she whispered as her eyes screwed shut. She buried her face in his shoulder as he wrapped himself around her to keep her close.

"I'm with you, sweetness. Where do you want me?" he rasped out, teeth scraping against the tender flesh of the junction where her neck meets her shoulder.

"Inside, please," she gasped. Her legs tensed up as she felt him pick up speed, helping to chase both of their highs. Her arms tightened around his back to hold on while he pounded into her. The sounds of their hips coming together in repeated slaps along with her sobs of pleasure and his moans of bliss filled the room. He angled his hips to reach deeper, causing her to gasp and eyes to fly open. She stared at him in bewilderment but continued to moan to encourage him to keep going.

"Right there?" He asked breathlessly. She nodded as she bit down on her lower lip trying to focus. They held each other's gazes as they fell off the edge of reality together. The eye contact alone was filled with such heat, longing, love, and adoration. In tandem, they reached their respective releases.

"Yes! I'm gonna cum," she cried, clutching onto the demon.

"Cum for me, lamb. Oh fuck-" he groaned. He gave a few more rough uneven thrusts before pushing himself all the way in and stilling as he released his warm cum deep inside her. Her own juices flooded over his cock. She trembled beneath him, her walls fluttering downward and pulsing around his throbbing cock. Their euphoria was without mercy, lasting for what felt like eternity.

Lucifer gently lowered himself onto her, completely intertwining himself with her while they both fell down from their highs. He placed gentle kisses on her neck. Her hands tangled with his raven locks, letting the strands fall through her fingers.

After a while, Lucifer finally pulled himself up and raked his eyes over her form. Her eyes remained closed and he kissed her forehead tenderly.

"Shall we go home?" he whispered to her. Her eyes fluttered open and she gave a soft, sweet smile.

"Maybe we should get dressed first?"

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5 Minutes Til Showtime!

Pairings: Mingyu x afab reader Summary: There’s 5 minutes ‘til soundcheck and you just needed to see Mingyu before he went out on stage... Genre: Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, fellatio, pulling out (is there a proper term for that??), not Dom!Mingyu but he’s a little demanding lol Word count: ~1.3k

Author’s Note: It’s Monday morning and who doesn’t need some smut in their lives to make the work day better? lol

I was partially inspired by @onlymingyus the Picture post. So thank you because I loved that.

Don’t love the ending here but it also kind of alludes to a part 2...so could write that. We’ll see though most likely will probably write it at some point because why not that’s fun.

Anyway hope you enjoy! ^_^

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“Kim Mingyu to the dressing rooms,” the intercom said. It was five minutes until soundcheck and the group was gathered by the side of the stage waiting for their cues.

“What did you forget?” Vernon asked Mingyu as he looked up at the sound of his name.

“I didn’t forget anything,” he replied, puzzled and patting himself down doing a mental check.

“Well you’d better go check because we’re on in five,” Seungcheol checked his watch.

“I’ll be right back!” Mingyu ran towards the dressing room, slightly annoyed with himself. He had never been called back to the dressing rooms before.

Mingyu burst through the dressing room door looking around frantically to see if there was anything in there that he might have forgotten. He stiffens when he feels hands reach around his waist.

“Hey you,” you say as Mingyu unhooks your arms to turn around.

“What are you doing here?” Mingyu’s surprised, you were usually sitting in one of the front rows of the venue when the boys did soundcheck. Mingyu always invited you backstage but you loved seeing the performances from the front row.

“Surprising you,” you smile and lean up to kiss him.

"I didn't forget anything, did I?" He looks at you accusingly.

"Just me,"

Mingyu gives you a quick kiss but then steps away. “I have to go, we’re on in five minutes!”

“That’s all I need,” you smirk beginning to rub his length through the fabric of his trousers.

“Babe,” Mingyu warned looking over to the door. “You can’t be serious,”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” You insist, removing your hand to go over to lock the door. “Trust me,”

Mingyu runs his hand through his hair and sighs taking in the sight of you, you turned to face him, you were wearing a short dress and when you walked, it lifted just enough to see the lace garter you were wearing on your left leg. You knew Mingyu was a sucker for a garter. “Make it quick,”

You smile and walk back towards him, getting to work, reaching into his trousers to feel his cock. You slowly begin to stroke him, feeling him harden with each stroke. At the same time, Mingyu’s hands are in your hair and he’s kissing you hungrily; you can tell he’s impatient.

“On your knees,” Mingyu commanded when he pulled away.

You kneel before him, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down with his underwear. You take the head of his cock into your mouth, lightly sucking on it to tease him.

Mingyu grunts in response and bucks his hips at you, encouraging you to go deeper. "We don't have time for this," he hisses as you begin to take him further into your mouth.

You keep up a steady rhythm, enjoying the taste of him and feeling him getting closer to his release. His hands are tangled in your hair and he's breathing heavily murmuring your name.

After a minute of this, you decide you want more so you remove him from your mouth. Mingyu looks down at you and then removes a hand from your hair to check his watch. "3 minutes," he warns.

You stand and lead him over to the dressing table where you sit on the edge spreading your legs for him to stand between them.

"Are you sure?" Mingyu asks, sliding his hands up your thighs, pushing your skirt up to reveal the white lace garter and the fact that you weren't wearing underwear.

"Yes," you hook your legs around him pulling him closer. "I'm so ready for you,"

You guide his hand between your legs so he can feel your arousal. "It'll be quick," he warned as he rubs his length against you.

"Good, because we are wasting time," you remind him.

Mingyu grabs your thighs and repositions you so you are leaning against the back of the dressing table, angled up toward him. He then thrusts into you and you cry out in response.

Before you have a chance to savour how his cock feels inside of you, Mingyu has pulled out and just as quickly he is back.

His thrusts come fast and hard and you're having to hold onto the dressing table to keep yourself in position. Moans and murmurs of his name escape from your lips.

"Touch yourself," Mingyu demands as he begins to slow his pace.

You remove one hand from the table and begin to put pressure on your clit, swirling your fingers in small circles adding to your own pleasure.

"You look so good right now," Mingyu whispers in your ear. "I could watch you pleasure yourself all day."

You release your other hand from the table to pull Mingyu down to kiss you. Feeling your own orgasm building as you continue to rub your clit.

Mingyu pulls away and his pace quickens again, gripping your hips to draw you closer. The table begins to rock with the force of him thrusting into you and your moans are coming out in heavy breaths as you are brought to your orgasm.

"Mingyu!" You call out, convulsing beneath him as your orgasm rips through your body.

Mingyu grunts in satisfaction, slowing his thrusts and watching as you begin to descend from your high. "Where do you want me to cum baby?" You can tell he's close but he's holding off.

"I want you to come all over me," you continue to move your hand over your clit slowly, making eye contact with Mingyu as he buries himself in you over and over until he pulls out and releases himself over your thighs.

Mingyu takes a step back and admires how you look, your hair a mess, your breathing laboured and your creamy thighs covered in his cum.

He reaches for his discarded clothes and quickly dresses. You catch your breath before reaching over for some tissues to clean yourself up.

"Not yet," Mingyu grabs your wrist. "I need a moment to take in this view." His eyes are still dark with desire as he gazes down at you, he loved claiming you this way. Seeing you covered in his cum, marking his territory.

"Kim Mingyu to the stage," the overhead system calls. Breaking Mingyu from his thoughts.

"Gotta go," he leans down to kiss you on the cheek. "Promise me when I come back you'll be here, I'm not done with you." He calls as he heads for the door.

"I'll be waiting," you call back.

Mingyu heads out onto the stage where everyone else is waiting for him. His cheeks are flushed and he is out of breath but that makes sense he was just rushing to make it onto the stage.

"So what did you forget?" Wonwoo whispered as they were setting up for the first song.

"Oh it was nothing," Mingyu replied smiling to himself.

Realisation crosses Wonwoo's face as he looks out into the empty arena and doesn't spot you. "Yeah, it must've been a good nothing."

"It was a great nothing," Mingyu waves as he sees you rushing to take your seat.

"I'll bet," Wonwoo pats Mingyu on the shoulder as he goes to take his place.

Once you're in your seat you see everyone take up their positions on stage and soundcheck begins. All the while you are watching your man, making sure to catch his eye when possible, thinking up all the possible scenarios that could happen backstage.

You don’t even wait for the soundcheck to finish before you are running back to the dressing rooms waiting to see what your punishment will be for making Mingyu late. You knew he hated to be late.

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bangtaninborderland · 1 year

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JHS: Twisted Feelings

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Genre: idolljihope x fem!reader, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, ongoing series

Warning: none for this chapter!

A/N: I i in no way own bts and this is purely a story of fiction! I wanted to specify that this story takes place around the timeline of what would have been the mots 7 era if Corona didn’t happen, I didn’t want to confuse people as I go. I am trying to update as much as possible I find so much joy in this story. This is short but I am planning to update more I just wanted to get through this kind of boring but necessary chapter.

Ch.03 <. Series Masterlist > Ch.05

Thankfully the negotiations didn’t take as long as you had initially thought, a few different company lawyers had come in to review and make any changes necessary to the standard contract Sejin had given you but overall it wasn’t unpleasant.

You had decided that you would translate, whilst providing the members with private lessons if they decided they wanted them. It would be full time and you had agreed to be “on call” 4 days a week. The pay rate was almost triple compared to what you had been receiving at the awards company but then again that was expected. It was more than you had anticipated but it was understandable once you found out their previous translator had made a choice to reduce her hours to focus on her family.

Something you admired.

Sejin had informed you that the boys had been called into a meeting room, one of which you would have to join as it was about you, he instructed you to the room and asked that you wait there whilst he gets you an employee card made.

The members were definitely loud, you could hear them before you had even opened the door to the meeting room, their voices rebounding off one another in what appeared to be a debate over which song was harder to perform. You felt awkward at first, like you was intruding, that was until Hoseok looked towards you a hand beckoning you to sit at the table.

“I’m guessing you took the job if you’re here.” He was talking directly to you but the other members had quietened down - all focused on your conversation.

You have a slight nod. “It appears to be so, I mean it wasn’t a hard decision to make.”

“Well we are happy to have you, we will try and make it as easy as possible. Jungkook and Yoongi would both like to take lessons, we spoke during rehearsal.”

You look towards the mentioned men, you was surprised Yoongi had wanted to accept the lessons, him being more reserved than the others.

“I always want to help in the English interviews more and it frustrates me not being able to understand army when they comment.” Jungkook gave an explanation, one that wasn’t necessary but one that you took thankfully.

You smiled at him, converting wordlessly that you had taken in his comment. It was nice they felt somewhat comfortable with you but in all honesty you was unsure how to respond.

“Maybe we should introduce ourselves a little more?” And just like that you were saved from an awkward silence by none other than Kim Seokjin.

“I’ll go first?” You suggest, taking it as a yes when no one interjects.. “I told Hoseok-ssi previously that I was unsure how good of a teacher I would be. I’m not the most qualified person for this job but I don’t want to look at it in that way, I don’t want to look at this as I am someone who teaches you and works for you, I think when you approach something with that much of a definition it can become stressful and overwhelming. I will do my best to support you through any interviews or meetings where it is necessary and I will always try to be available if any of you have questions or need help with something. I worked translating for years before this and I studied English for a very long time so I hope I can at least use that to help you all.” You finish your personal monologue with a little clap, one that makes you cringe at yourself.

“Does it bother you working with idols? Do you have any experience?” Taehyung was the one to question you, it wasn’t a question that was surprising but the scepticism his voice held was.

“I have worked around idols not directly with them, I’d prefer it If you didn’t refer to people as if they are nothing more than their job titles. I don’t see you as idols I see you as human beings doing your job the same way I will be. I know that in this industry there is a lot of worry about having your privacy breached or information leaked but that isn’t something I would ever do or accept being done. Not because of a contract clause but because everyone deserves a right to privacy and anyone who disregards that is the lowest kind of being.” Your face falls flat, you know it was probably time to shut up but something inside of you secretly wanted this to work.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything.” Taehyung slumps into his seat a little further, no doubt he too was wishing the floor would open up and eat him.

“Are you worried about your security and privacy? A lot of our staff have left because it became too much?” Jimins voice was lighter, he seemed soft.

You shrug your shoulders before shaking your head. “No, I mean in all honesty they could leak my information if they wanted too. I’m pretty sure no one would be interested in my personal activities I’m not the most exciting person.”

“You’re much braver than me.” Hosoek smiles at you, the tension in the room growing thinner as the conversation continues.

Sejin had joined shortly after, informing everyone of your role and the rules of their interactions with you. It was mostly just about the times you’d be working, he had made note that Jungkook and Yoongi wanted to take private lessons alongside Hoseok.

After that Jungkook had excused himself to get refreshments and snacks. Sejin had insisted that you spend time together in the building to get to know one another as it was only a few weeks until their schedules would pick up and you’d be thrust together 24/7, they all seemed happy to have the rest of the day off apart from this mandatory bonding session.

“So how old are you?” Jin asks, reaching to take a packet of honey twists from the snack pile that had been formed upon the table.

“I’m 24 in international age, I’m sorry I don’t know your ages?” You looked around waiting for someone to answer.

“You’re the same age as me and Tae. Jin Hyung is 27 so is Yoongi Hyung, Namjoonie Hyung is 25 and Hoseokie Hyung is 26 , me and Tae are 24 and jungkookie is 22.” It was at this moment you was thankful that you had good memory retention, you’d have to make sure to get a list of their birthdays. Even if you were only a staff member you didn’t want to forget something so important.

“Can I call you Noona?” Jungkook perked up causing a giggle amongst the men, you felt almost sorry for Jungkook until he smiled at you.

“Sure you can.”

“Thanks Noona.” He pops a chip into his mouth before turning the pack around to read the nutritional information.

“You can talk casually with me, I wouldn’t want it to be weird.” Taehyung mumbles, you slightly regret your rant at him earlier. You’d applied to him privately especially when he was trying to make you feel comfortable. “Me too.” Jimin agrees handing you a bottle of water after retrieving one for himself.

“You didn’t think we would want any?” Jin asks, rolling his eyes. “You’re supposed to take care of your Hyungs.” If you hadn’t already experienced his playfulness you’d be worried but you could see the way both he and Jimin were laughing about the situation.

“Anyone else have any honourific requests before we move on?” You ask uncapping your water bottle.

Yoongi, Jin and Namjoon all shook their heads no. Each of them slowly breaking off into their own groups on the couch in the corner.

You turned your attention to hosoek who had softly called your name. “You can talk to me casually if you’d feel comfortable like that, I wouldn’t want you calling me Hosoek-ssi all day every day.”

“I wouldn’t want to disrespect you.” If it’s one thing your parents had taught you it’s to respect your elders. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” He smiles giving your shoulder a squeeze before looking towards the members. “Wanna join them on the couch?”

You contemplated it for a second, it would be nice to spend more time with them, it was clear from Sejins instructions in just a few weeks you’d be preparing to fly with them for their tour and that would be easier if you knew each other better but their dynamic felt so entwined and it would be a lie to say it didn’t make you feel like an outsiders “I think I should go I wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“You’re not overstaying anything.” Hoseok was quick to reassure you, his smile warm. “We can always ask the others if you’d feel better knowing their preferences?”

You weighed out the possible embarrassment to any other outcome and decided in this moment it was most likely best to ask so you whispered a quick but hesitant “yes”.

You felt a weight lifting as he stood up calling everyone’s attention. “Hey guys does anyone mind spending more time together?”

An array of “nos” came from everyone, making you feel more welcome.

“See? I knew they would like you.” The comment is smug, proud.

“Oh please them not kicking me out doesn’t constitute to them liking me.” You laugh, his mathematics of the situation not adding up.

He doesn’t seem to mind the joke, it felt nice to have someone other than Na-Rae to joke with.

You talked with him for a few more minuets, he was explaining some part of the choreography to you when Jungkook asked you over to help him read a letter someone had left for him on Weverse. Hosoek wasn’t happy with the interruption but work came first, even in friendlier situations like this.

The rest of the afternoon went smoothly, each member divulging things about themselves as the day went on, mostly about their work life, their pets and their families, nothing too personal. You could tell they all had apprehensions sharing anything like that when you had let slip that you wasn’t dating anyone after jin had asked how you’ll manage your time. You was quick to reassure them that you never wanted them to be uncomfortable and that you didn’t need to know anything more than what they felt okay to share.

Before you had left they had all exchanged numbers with you. It was the easiest way to contact one another and it would allow them to come to you directly instead of waiting for the daytime if they needed help.

When you got home it was far too late to cook anything so you decided on ordering takeout, which arrived much later than you had hoped, it didn’t take you long to finish eating the food hadn’t been the greatest and you found yourself full after a few bites so you boxed it up and put it into the refrigerator. You had just about finished when your phone rang.

“Rae?” You mumbled as you answered the call, happy to hear your friend on the other end.

“I hadn’t heard from you so I thought I’d check in, things are hectic without you here.” She sighs but you can hear her clicking a pen against her desk, something she only does out of boredom.

“So hectic that you have time to call?” You ask, settling down on your coach.

She whines dissatisfied. “You just had to go and get a new job didn’t you.”

“How did you know?” You sat forward, had it been leaked already? You knew that news travelled fast it was impossible not to but that was almost too fast.

“Oh stop worrying!” She chastised. “Your mother called me and asked me to get you a cake for celebration. I’m guessing you took the job? What are they like?”

You shake your head, throwing the tv control back on the seat beside you. “They are nice but that’s all I can say.”

“Stop.” You laugh at her irritation. “Seriously?”

“I know it’s exciting Rae but I don’t want to take away the little privacy they have, they are nice, they made me feel welcome.” You knew you could trust her but even so it still felt wrong, especially after how Taehyung had seemed so on edge about you.

You heard her throw the pen at her desk, as much as you loved your best friend she could be very dramatic. “You’re no fun.”

“You’re not respectful.” You shot back, a little harsher than intended.

You had almost thought you’d upset her until she asked her next question.

“Are they really hot in person?”

“You don’t get bored of yourself, do you?” It was true, she never got bored.

“Nope I couldn’t, too amazing for that. When do you have a day off?”

That was something you wasn’t entirely sure about. You hadn’t actually organised the days you would be in the building and the days you’d be on call for the group. “I’ll have to ask the management team.”

“You started a job without knowing the days you’ll have off? Yeah they must be hot.”

“I’m going now.” You rolled your eyes, not that she could see you.

“Lunch on your day off?”

“Only If you don’t ask me how hot they are.”

With that you hung up, not entirely sure what to do with yourself. You’d never usually had a day off during this time of year, you knew the best thing would be to write but all you could think about was your private lessons tomorrow with Hoseok, Yoongi and Jungkook.

The rest of the night passed painfully slow, you found yourself alternating between putting together documents for your classes, planning and sending unnecessary messages to your parents in an attempt to procrastinate.

In the morning you were informed a car would pick you up, both the members and Sejin had decided it would be best that you be discreet, no one needed ridiculous dating rumours and although you were okay with people asking it wasn’t exactly a positive experience to have your information leaked.

The ride to the company building wasn’t as fun as it had been when Hoseok had picked you up, secretly you were thankful it had been him but that didn’t mean anything, he was just fun.

They had all explained their limitations and desires with you, the things they wanted to be able to do in English, Yoongi wanted to learn to write music in English which admittedly would take a greater level of understanding, Hoseok wanted to know enough to help Namjoon through the interviews something Yoongi had also intended to do and Jungkook wanted to know everything possible and was adamant that he would be better at it than anyone else. After the Grammys they all decided that they should learn something additional, especially for occasions like that.

You entered in the same place as yesterday, they really were serious about security. After having your ID scanned and a quick bag check done you were allowed into the company, Sejin had set up a room close to the practice room, it was kind of like your own office, there was everything you would need to help the members, books, a computer, a table against a small black couch in the corner. The room smelled like fresh paint although that wasn’t surprising, Seokjin had explained how the company only recently changed buildings.

Before you could even settle into the space there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You shouted, you continued looking through the folder left on your desk, it included various documents about the members schedules, where you’d be needed, when you wouldn’t be, any relative information, you knew you’d have to look through it all properly later.

At least you wouldn’t be bored tonight.

“Hey, I see you come in I just wanted to make sure you settled okay?” You turned to see Namjoon, his blonde hair messy and eyes dark.

He definitely did not look okay. “I’m fine Thankyou, are you?”

“I’m okay, I thought it would be a good idea for us to talk. Can we sit?” He gestures to the table and you agree, taking a seat at the chair beside it as he sits himself on the couch.

You waited for a moment for him to speak, you could see he was unsure of what he was going to say which only made you hesitant to hear it.

“I care about my members a lot, I try to navigate the English side of things as best as I can but I too make mistakes. We rarely are ever provided with English translators in interviews and our previous translator wasn’t always able to translate in our interviews. I don’t like to see them stressing and worrying over things like this but they do, each of them grow more anxious around the time we have foreign interviews.” He pauses and you’re unsure wether to speak or give him more time, you didn’t want to assume where this was going and say the wrong thing. After a brief look at you he continues. “I want to think you’ll be good for us.”

With that he leans back and you find the words to respond, despite how gentle he was there was also a underlying threat between the lines stating do not fuck this up. “Namjoon-ssi, I am happy that you felt comfortable enough to talk to me about this. I can’t speak for the people who worked with you in the past but I have my own morals and expectations of the level of professionalism I want to have here. I will try to help as much as possible with everything related to that and I obviously wouldn’t like to see any of you stressed or anxious being an idol already seems exhausting.” You gesture to him and he laughs, dimples forming either side of his face.

“That’s true. Do I look that bad?” He asks, running a hand over his face.

Your shake your head earnestly. “Not at all, you’re human. It’s okay to be tired.”

He seems relieved to hear that and for the first time today you feel like you’ve started this job on the right foot.

“You’re very kind. I should go, Hobi will probably be here soon.” He stands up, his hand lingers over the door handle before he turns back to you. “You don’t have to answer this I’m just curious but why did you take the job so easily?”

“I want to write more, I always loved writing and somehow I lost the time and passion to at my last job. I know it’s going to be hectic here but I feel like it’s a chance for me to find who I am and what I want. I like new experiences and new places, I also would like to be able to give back to those around me and I couldn’t do that where I was.” You sometimes hated your honesty but it was better to be open then have them all thinking you had an ulterior motive for the job.

“Maybe one day I’ll get to read what you write.” His response is short but for some reason it only brings you motivation.

“I’m sure you will.” You smile at him once more and then he is gone.

The door closing only to reopen, this time with a different face.

“Hoseok-ssi, Goodmorning.”

His hair fell across his face, his smile bright. Although you had been expecting him you felt excited to start the day now that he was here, he always had a way to brighten the situation.

“Please call me hobi.”

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not7wu · 6 months

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Chapter Six: A Symbiotic Relationship

Recap: You might have remembered why you woke up naked in Jin's bed...but the hope you had to explore something more came to a screeching halt when you learned about Rule Five and Jin's first love. Jieun instead encouraged you to spend less time on Kim Cho-hee and more time with your family of eight, so you do just that. Oh, and you have a cleaning lady, apparently.

Tae is waiting for you with a corsage outside of your apartment. Both dressed casually and comfy, the corsage brings a note of whimsy so uniquely Tae that honestly you should have expected it. Wrist now decorated with periwinkle, thistles, and eucalyptus, you walk hand in hand to the parking garage.

When you tried solidifying plans with Tae earlier in the day, he said he wanted to surprise you, so you happily settle in and enjoy conversation with him as his driver navigates the streets of Seoul. There’s a mischievous twinkle in Tae’s eye when you pull up into an alley. You’re led through a backdoor, through the kitchen, and down a staff hallway to a secluded, closed dining room. The table is set low with seating cushions. The wood accents from the trim to the table are rustic with blackened knots and scars. It’s beautiful and you wonder if Namjoon has been here before. Your server enters with water and menus and you finally find out where you are.

Ossu Seiromushi, Jin’s brother’s restaurant. You peek over the menu at Tae who is staring back at you unabashedly. You don’t know what he’s planning, but you can’t do anything but go along with it, completely at his mercy. After your order is put in and your juices placed in front of you, the silence stretches, but it’s different than what you’re used to–the comfortable silences, the anxious silences and the silences that are too loud. This silence feels buzzy and slinky, like an animal crouched, waiting to pounce. The Tae sitting in front of you is the same Tae, but he seems different from the persona he normally projects like he has decided to set aside his hahoetal mask for a short time.

“Hello,” you murmur.

“Hi.” He seems to take the measure of you, stripping you of your own mask that you hadn't realized you had on. Though it's not like he's ripping off this protection you made for yourself, but more like he's letting you breathe unhindered for a while.

You clear your throat. “How are you?”

He settles into the cushions to consider, leaning back on his arms in a calculated way to seem casual. You know he's trying to allay your anxiety, but you're actually okay. Everyone says he's your first friend, one of the ones closest to you, if friendships were to have levels, and even with this given fact, you've never felt deceit from Tae. All of his emotions and reactions have been genuinely and sincerely broadcasted to you. You trust Tae.

“Today, I’m content. It’s a rollercoaster otherwise,” he shrugs.

“Why is that?”

His smile turns half-hearted. “Our Map of the Soul Tour got canceled. That sucks. And you'd think we would have more time to take breaks and see family, but our schedule is still going at the same pace we usually do, if not more, to make it up to Army.”

The pandemic has been difficult for many people. Even you know that the reason you rarely venture outside their condo isn't entirely to isolate and guard you, but because the world is on edge with these social distancing regulations. But social distancing for a performance group like BTS, whose relationship with fans is more intimate than most fandoms, must be agony. “I’m sorry. I know you were all really looking forward to the tour.”

“Yeah, concerts are the endgame prize for all our hard work and it got snatched away. We can’t even blame anyone. So I guess our schedule is a double edged sword to protect and distract us from depression. Idle idols are not a good thing. On the other hand, the Tour being canceled wasn’t all that bad either.”

“Because…”

“Because it means we can stay home and spend more time with you.”

“What?” That was an unexpected turn. The boys love performing. It’s the only time they can see the people they’ve inspired to move to the beat, to live life to the fullest, and to dream quietly or loudly. And Army is like a mirror in that way, inspiring the boys to make the beats, to breathe life in verse, and to accomplish their dreams. You suddenly feel like an obstacle and it doesn’t sit right with you.

Tae chews on his lip for a few seconds, assessing your stricken expression, your face an open book. "Can you handle some heavy conversation? Or do you wanna put a pin in it and we can come back to it when you have the emotional energy for it?"

You want to blurt out that you can handle it, but you respect him for considering your well-being, so you instead take a moment to actually gauge yourself. Your mind is calm, your emotions are stable, and you feel safe here with Tae. Confidently, you say, "I can handle it."

His expression is grave, but there's some pride there too, like he's proud you weren't carelessly eager.

He wets his lips, his next words deliberate and conscientious. “Your attack happened near the beginning of 2018. We were already burnt out. We hadn’t seen our families properly in over a year, and then you got hurt. It felt wrong to leave for the Love Yourself Tour while you were still in the hospital, confused and disoriented. And the hits just kept coming. Jungkook’s foot injury. Jimin’s issues with his muscles and overworked voice. We became submerged in a blue and grey fog, but that wasn't fair to Army, so we used Army as our focal point. The guiding constellation until we could be home again.

"But I still felt out of focus, like double vision. I was giving it my all, but my angel's voice would be drowned out in cresting and ebbing waves of this other voice whispering things like 'Y/N doesn't know who you are. She doesn't recognize anyone and you abandoned her. She doesn't have anyone else and she's scared and sad and panicked. And you left her. You left her line of sight.'

"And I worried. Worried that the people we left behind to care for you wouldn't know how best to quiet your brain, how best to cheer you up, how best to distract you. And as all these worries piled up, I realized I needed you to quiet my brain, cheer me up, and distract me, but you couldn't. I couldn't call you for encouragement or comfort. Like a snake biting its own tail I just went round and round in the guilt and depression. And it wasn't just me. Jin-hyung, Hobi-hyung–we wanted to leave. Not just the Tour but everything."

Tae was right to ask if you could handle this. It's a lot to take in. You're trying your best to listen, to process, because this moment is for Tae. He's been holding all of this in and steadily marching on for you. So you anchor yourself, determined to hold his ship steady.

You prompt him, "But you didn't leave."

He plays around with the condensation on his water glass. "No. We didn't leave. Yoongi-hyung convinced us to stay."

“How did he do that?”

“Eh. He said that we had more power now to advocate for ourselves in contract negotiations and more means to delegate. But the ultimate selling point was when he said you would kill us if we left," he chuckles here, melancholy lacing the velvet of it. "He said you wouldn’t want us to break up.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Yeah, Yoongi-hyung tattled on us to you during one of your 'lucid' moments and you really laid into us.”

“Good.”

Tae rolls his eyes at your satisfaction, but he shares your grin. He leans in almost conspiratorially.

“You know, you’re the reason why I’m even in BTS.”

“Bullshit. You’re in BTS because of you.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “No, seriously. I’m here because Park Haneul asked you to go with him to an audition, but you couldn’t ask off work. So, you forced me to go with him instead. It’s funny cuz’ you were oblivious that he was trying to ask you out and then I passed the audition. Actually, now that I think about it, that super sucked for him.”

You giggle, “Oh, shit, that’s horrible. Is it too late to send him an apology gift basket?”

“Eh, I don’t know if that would help or just rub him the wrong way.”

“You’re probably right," you concede. "Still, even if I got you to the audition, you did all the hard work.”

“Oh, Y/N. What people don’t tell you in this business is that you can work as hard as you want, but it all ultimately comes down to luck. I was lucky. We were lucky. Now we’re racing towards a ceiling and we can’t predict when it’ll all come crashing down.”

The humor subsides, Tae looking the youngest you've ever seen him, troubled and vulnerable. You’d do anything to erase that expression forever, but you don’t think you have the power to. You want to try though.

“Tae. It might hurt when you reach the end, but you’ve got parachutes. You’ve got people like me who are more than ready to catch you. You say it's all luck, but we are lucky to have you. Trust that we've got you. And, it’s all ultimately out of your control, so let’s just enjoy the ride.”

“Advice you could take too, you know.”

You flinch, his words stinging a bit. “You’re right,” you admit. “That was a bit careless. I didn’t mean to dismiss your feelings. I just meant that I’m here for you, no matter what state I’m in. And I know you’re here for me too, that all of you are. I’ve never once felt neglected or abandoned. If anything, I would understand if you guys put me up in some hospital and went on with your lives. Seriously, you’ve gone above and beyond what any normal person would do for a friend.”

“Family, Y/N. You’re family.”

“Yes. Above and beyond what any normal person would do for family, then.”

“Well, you should know by now we aren’t normal. I adopted you when I was just a scrawny kid with ears too big for my head and you were just a bookworm who stubbornly refused to get glasses.”

“I don’t know why you’re so dead set against glasses. But fine. Let’s ask seonsaeng-nim to move you to a desk in the front,” Tae suggests. He’s sitting on your desk before class starts, drawing abstract cartoons on the desktop. There’s a little alien character saying ‘Fighting! You can do it!’ You’re gonna have to erase it before the test, but it’s still nice to have this reminder and encouragement beforehand. In turn, he’s making you draw cartoons on his shoes with markers. You decided to go with a plant theme and he giggles when you add sunglasses to a cactus.

“If I move, we wouldn’t be sitting next to each other, Tae. ”

“Aww, you love me," he coos at you.

You huff. “We have a symbiotic relationship at best.”

“So you’re saying I’m a clownfish and you’re my sea anemone.”

“Yeah, Tae, you’re a clown.”

“So zappy. Nice.” You stick your tongue out at him and he sticks his tongue out at you, crossing his eyes. It inspires you to draw googily eyes on a sunflower, earning you an approving pat on the head that you bat away. “Well, just cuz we don’t sit next to each other doesn’t mean we won’t see each other. We can make it fun! Passing notes is not a challenge when you’re literally sitting right next to me.”

“So you’re saying you don’t want to sit next to me.” You mean to say it as a joke, but a tinge of hurt manages to bleed through. He’s been pushing this idea for the past couple of days, ever since you mentioned your nearsightedness. Now, you wish you hadn't.

You know he means well, but it’s hard for you to make friends. Well, it’s not like you don’t have other friends. You could end up sitting next to Hanuel or Bora and it’d be fine. But they’re not Tae. And you’re the only one who can help him concentrate during lessons. As you’re thinking that though, you fight off the knowledge that, ultimately, Tae would be fine without you. Yes, Tae is your person, but Tae is so friendly and charismatic, he doesn’t need to stick with you.

Tae gets up with no warning, making you accidentally draw a red line through a sunflower, as well as getting a bit of ink on his khakis. Whoops. He doesn’t care though, draping himself over you and almost strangling you in the process.

Some classmates think that you’re together when it couldn’t be farther from the truth. Many of them are beginning to be interested in things like kissing and sex, so they find your physical closeness suspect, but Tae has confided in you that while he doesn’t think he’d mind kissing, the idea of sex makes him nauseous, makes something wriggle and itch under his skin, so he isn’t interested, nope, no way. You, on the other hand, aren’t interested in kissing and sex because you’re barely comfortable with hugs.

You remember the first time Tae hugged you. This boy plopped himself next to you during lunch and proclaimed he was adopting you. You were particularly sensitive that day being in a new school alone, afraid people would notice that your secondhand uniform (or rather fourthhand) was frayed. That people would notice no one had dropped you off or would pick you up. Afraid they’d know you’re an orphan, something abandoned and not worthy of nice things like friendship.

Orphanages are survival of the fittest. You only get adopted if you are young and pretty or cute or handsome or charming. You know you aren't ugly. Objectively, you think you look generic. Cookie cutter. Not only that, you know you aren't charming. And while your facility tries to be fair and equal, there isn’t always enough to go around, so you often are skipped over for things like new clothes, toys, and treats and get smaller portions of meals, the caretakers citing your apparent 'independence' and 'maturity.'

But your independence is not voluntary. It's loneliness. You are not mature. You are resigned. And here was a boy who had already guessed all this, smelled it on you, and was making fun of you for it. The little hope you had for something different, for something completely your own, died.

You burst into tears and the boy panicked, stumbling over an apology and eyes wildly searching for help before he dove at you, squeezing. You immediately froze, unused to skinship, arms awkwardly hanging by your sides unsure what to do with them or where you should place your hands. No one had ever hugged you or held your hand. None of the caretakers ever tucked you in bed or comforted you after nightmares.

Like a plant, you wanted to soak it all up like water. Like sunlight. You didn’t know how you could prolong it, how to keep this or even if you were allowed to. So, you froze because maybe if you didn’t move, if you held your breath, this boy wouldn't let go.

He did eventually let go, but he stayed. He didn’t ask you questions, but he patiently waited for you to reveal parts of yourself until days, weeks, months went by and you realized he could see all of you. The world didn’t end and he continued to stay. He saw your insecurities and he built your confidence with attentive prodding and careful wheedling, drawing you into seemingly innocent arguments and discussions that emphasized the double standards you set for yourself. He saw how anxious you are and he listened to music with you, introducing you to jazz, trap, emo-rock and a healthy coping mechanism. He saw how touch starved you are and he hugged, cuddled and held your hand, wearing down your awkward hesitancy with exposure therapy. Now you grab his forearm and squeeze. He returns your squeeze bodily, the weight of him grounding you.

“I’ll always be next to you,” Tae says. “You can’t get rid of me. You’re my sea anemone, remember? I just won’t be in your direct line of sight is all.”

“Well, I’d still rather see you than the board.”

“Aww, you do love me.” You duck your head, but can’t fight the smile. His declarations of love are apparently also part of his exposure therapy. No one has ever said they love you, except Tae. You only ever read about it in books, books with passionate romance, covenants of friendship, and embers in the hearth of home. And you think you feel love for Tae too because his love feels like home.

Tae laughs and ruffles your hair. You huff in feigned annoyance, shrugging him off and smoothing out your hair. He moves back to his desk, reaching to ruffle your hair again and you bat his hand away. “Okay, so if you don’t want to move to the front then you could, I don’t know, get glasses? You know, those things people wear so they can see? Come on. You can get the round ones like Harry Potter! It’ll be magical!”

“Tae, for the last time, glasses are expensive and–they won’t turn me into a wizard,” you say breathlessly. Your eyes refocus on the present moment and the first thing you see is Tae stunned, eyes wide.

You remember him as he was in your youth and you now see this beautiful man. He really has grown into his ears. The freckles on his nose, cheek and lip are more prominent now from so many days in the sun. His eyes, though, still hold the same child-like wonder you’ve always admired. His face lights with that boxy smile, the one that holds so much joy his face can barely contain it.

“Aww, you love me,” he teases. His expression and tone is playful, but there’s a sincerity, a gravity, a note of bittersweet, a whisper of a question at the end. His words don’t encompass like a blanket or taste like strawberries. They don’t weigh you like an anchor or light you up like a firework. The words flow through you like a river, the surface running free, vibrant and frolicking, but with depths that cut paths in unexpected ways. A path that connects you to him. So you have no hesitation, no doubt when you say, “I do. I love you, Tae.”

He beams and you can’t help grinning back. You stick your tongue out at him for old time’s sake, but instead of returning the sentiment, his smile softens. “You know, that’s all we’ve ever needed. I’m in your corner and you’re in my corner. As long as we have this, then nothing else matters."

“You’re right," you nod. "I just–I just want to remember more. It’s like I have all these pieces to a puzzle, but I’ve lost the box, and every time I remember, I finally get a glimpse at the picture of what I’m supposed to make. Our experiences and memories make us who we are, Tae. I wanna complete my puzzle so I can start living my life, you know?”

“But you are living your life. No one’s puzzle is complete anyways. It’s constantly changing. We’re different from when we were twelve and we’re different than we were yesterday. So even with all that’s going on, you are allowed to be different and to change. We can make new memories. Have new experiences.”

“Still. Those memories are precious. I don’t wanna throw away the box completely.”

“Then I’ll remember for you. You can take or borrow any piece you want.”

“What if I stray too far from the original design until I’m too different for you to handle?”

His eyes issue a challenge. “I can handle it.”

You believe that. You do. It’s just–

“Plus,” Tae continues. He cocks his head at you. “No matter how many times you’ve reset, you’re still the same at your core, even if you can’t see it. You’re resilient and kind. Anxious in yourself, but fierce for others. And you still baby me.

"You know, I’m the oldest hyung in my family. I always take care of my brother and sister and all of my cousins. I’m expected to be the rock of my family, and in a way, I guess I succeeded. I worked hard to be where I am so my siblings can do whatever they want. But you were the first person to let me be me without any expectations. You let me be silly and strange. You follow my whims and encourage my weird.

“And if you hadn’t, I don’t know if I could have made it with the hyungs. I’m a hyung to Jungkookie, but without you, I wouldn’t know how to be a dongsaeng to the hyungs. To be soft so they can be hard. To let go of control so they can be in control. You gave me time to figure it out. So you can be you without any expectations. You’ve always taken the reins so I can daydream. This is your daydream now and I can take the reins.”

You’re deeply touched, and you get it. Just as you see the twelve year old him still buried in the man he is today, in the way he smiles, the dare in his eyes, he’s still just your Tae. But you lightly scoff. “Thank you for taking care of me, but you don’t fool me, Tae. You still act like an oppa, like a hyung. You take care of everyone in your wily ways. You really are our dramatic alien, but I also know that you turn it on, on purpose, for BTS to give them energy. I know you turn it on, on purpose, at home so everyone can turn off and get comfortable. I know you turn it on, on purpose, to bring out the oppas’ instincts. I know you turn it on, on purpose, so Namjoon-oppa, Jimin, and Jungkookie can be silly dongsaengs with you. You are my silly dongsaeng, but you are also my oppa, Tae.”

“Just let me take the reins, noona.”

You watch the switch happen. This conversation has been much too serious for far too long and, being called out for his ways, Tae retreats now, putting his hahoetal mask back on with that grin, his eyes twinkling in the way they do, impish and goofy, but wiser than anyone suspects. The perfect disguise for the enigma that is Kim Taehyung. And just because you know it’ll please him, you tell him, “You’re an enigma, Kim Taehyung.”

He pumps his fists in victory. “Yes! That’s all I’ve ever wanted! Wait! Does that mean I’ve peaked?! I’m too young to peak!”

You’re so fond of this man as he rambles on a mile a minute. The boy who adopted an anxious girl and a girl who was chosen by a fearless boy. A Tom Sawyer who wanted you to be his Huckleberry Finn. You know you fall short, but he’s always had enough Tom and Huck in himself that he never cares that you don’t. That’s why you will always play along wholeheartedly.

You scoff. “Oh, please. I have no doubt you’ll always find a way to top yourself.”

“Ooh, kinky. That’s what they call self-cest, right?”

“Oh, my god, Tae, are you reading fanfics?!”

“If Army didn’t want me to read their dream journals, they shouldn’t post it online.”

“But you’re asexual.”

“There are some asexual fanfics.”

“Then how do you know about self-cest?”

“Trial and error. Lots of error. Sometimes I can’t help myself, okay?”

You both laugh because if that isn’t Tae’s motto, you don’t know what is.

The rest of dinner goes much like that, tangents you can’t fathom how you found yourself on, but filled with humor nonetheless. By the end, you feel more settled than you’ve ever felt. Maybe Tae’s right. Maybe you can let him take the reins and just be the person you are right now. Figure it out as you go along.

The both of you are waiting for the bill and you’re trying your best to reenact Jieun getting caught by Bang PD-nim doing an impression of him rapping, Tae giggling manically, when a man you don’t recognize enters.

“Jung-hyung!” Tae shouts. He tackles the man as you smooth your hair down, hoping this guy didn’t catch the last bit of your reenactment of Bang PD-nim flailing because when he sat down in Jieun’s chair, it was too tall, so he pulled the lever to lower it and it shot down too fast.

The man pulls back from the hug and says, “I saw ‘Vante’ on the reservation list and had to come say hi. You know that pseudonym doesn’t fool anyone, right?”

“Yeah, I should have used Y/N’s name cuz’ she’s not as famous at all,” Tae says, pointing his thumb at you.

You sigh, but don’t take any offense to his teasing because you’re honestly grateful you’re not famous. You don’t know what you would have done if your privacy was invaded on top of all your other issues. You politely bow to the man and his lips quirk in amusement. “Y/N,” he says, startling you. “It’s been a while. I hope the dongsaengs have been behaving themselves.”

“You hope for too much,” you say with a straightface, earning you chuckle. Apparently, you have some sort of relationship with this man? You try to silently communicate your need for assistance to Tae, but he’s paying you no mind, too busy climbing the man like a tree. You don’t have to worry though because he receives your telepathy.

“Noona, Seokjung-hyung is Jin-hyung’s hyung.”

Realization dawns, Seokjung remembering that you might not remember him and you remembering that you’re at Jin’s brother’s restaurant, so this really shouldn’t surprise you.

“Aish!” Seokjung exclaims. “I’m so sorry, I forgot. I’m your Jungie-oppa. I give Jin shit. You give Jin shit. We’re the give Jin shit team.”

You like the sound of that. You can see a slight resemblance now, except he’s taller and has broader features than Jin. His easy going nature immediately sets you at ease. The charm must be genetic.

“All you need to remember is that I’m your favorite oppa,” he says with a very Jin-like wink.

“It’s just me here,” Tae says. “If you want to sow the seeds of chaos, you need to wait till the rest of the hyungs are here. Where is Jin-hyung by the way?”

“He’s at the park down the street with Areum and Byeol. Areum is my wife,” Seokjung explains to you.

“Areum and Byeol are here?! You’re saying I can hang out with all three of my favorite girls?!” Tae exclaims. He shimmies off Seokjung, nearly kneeing Seokjung in the groin.

“What about Jieun-unnie?” you ask as Tae crouches in front of you.

“Jieun-noona is a menace. A menace, I tell you! Hyungie, pay for our dinner!”

“I already did.” Seokjung rolls his eyes with no heat.

“What are you doing?” you ask incredulously. Tae remains in his crouched position and you have no idea what’s going on.

“Get on my back! You’re too slow!” “I am not and I will not!”

“Get on my back, noona, or I’ll bridal carry you instead!”

At the very real threat, you grumble as you clamber onto his back. He’s out the door before you can adjust yourself, but you manage to call out, “It was nice to see you, Jungie-oppa! We ate well! Thank you!”

“It was nice to see you too! Kiss Byeol for me!” he calls back to you.

Tae marches you hurriedly down the alley towards where you assume the park is. It’s funny watching all the plainclothes bodyguards trying to catch up with Tae’s antics.

“Who’s Byeol?” You sputter around wisps of Tae’s hair in your nose.

“Only the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world!”

“Wow, thanks. That was some helpful information, Tae.”

“Anytime!”

The park comes into view, pathways lit, faerie lights in some trees, and a dark lake reflecting the moon. You don’t know how Tae could possibly know where Jin is in this expanse, but he marches assuredly on. It isn’t long before Jin comes into view. There’s a small deck with a few benches. He’s standing by the railing pointing at something on the lake and you hear a child-like squeal. The sound seems to spur Tae on because he’s excitedly jogging with you struggling to find a comfortable position.

“Tae, lemme off!”

“We’re almost there, you potato sack!”

“I am not a potato sack! You forced me up here!”

“Cuz’ you’re slow!”

“I am not slow! I am efficient with my energy!”

“Whatever you say, sloth lady!”

“I am not a sloth lady!”

“Okay, sloth man!”

“Tae!”

Your argument alerts Jin who turns around with wide eyes. The deck is a bit in shadow, jutting out from the path and its lights, but you think you see him panic as you both approach.

“Taehyung, what are you doing here?” Jin asks incredulously.

“I’m here to see my niece! Seokjung-hyung and Areum-noona have deprived me of her for too long! Hand her over!” Tae drops you unceremoniously and you stumble to catch your balance. When you find your equilibrium again, Tae is blowing raspberries into the belly of the most adorable giggly little girl you have ever seen. She can’t be more than two years old with pudgy cheeks and flailing miniature limbs. She has Seokjung’s eyebrows and nose, and her dark hair is short, curling at the end. This is not doing good things to your uterus, oh my god, she’s so cute! “Byeol, look who’s here!”

Tae points you out and Byeol babbles happily, reaching out to you with chubby hands. Who are you to deny this little one? Byeol settles comfortably in your arms with no fuss, her little body tucked against all your curves. She grabs your corsage, crushing some of the flowers and looks up at you with big beautiful brown eyes and long soft lashes.

“Aren’t the flowers pretty? But not as pretty as you Byeol,” you coo conversationally. You pretend to nip her cheek and she squeals in delight and you wish you could make wind chimes out of it. You are literally melting, goo, a puddle. Byeol’s nose is so cute, you don’t even try to resist eskimo kissing her, her face scrunching up toothily.

“Noona, watch this! Byeol! Who’s the best? You’re the best! Kaepjjang!”

Byeol fists a hand and then gives a thumbs up. She’s pleased when you all break into laughter. Even Jin who has been quiet all this time laughs and you want to make a windchime out of that too. It’s squeaky and hiccupy, and it is such an odd sound to come out of a handsome man, endearing in its contrast.

“Aigoo, I can’t believe she remembers what samchon Yoongi taught her. Our Byeol is so smart," Jin says.

“Yoongi-hyung is gonna be so jealous we got to see her,” Tae states gleefully.

Byeol reaches out to Jin and emits an excited squeal as Jin immediately scoops her up making airplane sounds. You pout feeling bereft of her warm, sturdy, compact body.

As Tae points out a bird to the little one, you glance around, realizing you’re missing someone. “Where’s Byeol’s eomma? Jungie-oppa said she’d be here.”

“She’s here,” Tae answers instead of Jin.

Jin huffs a sigh. “Areum-noona is just a little ways down the path. The stroller decided it was the best time to malfunction during a night stroll.”

Tae begins playing peekaboo with Byeol, so you move in closer to Jin to catch her radiant expression.

“So you met, Seokjung-hyung, huh? And now you’re here to see Areum-noona and Byeol. How fortuitous.” Jin’s tone is weird. When you glance at him, he’s giving a pointed look at Tae who easily ignores him.

You suddenly feel bad, even if this wasn’t your idea. Jin hadn’t invited you to meet his family and you blindsided him. “Sorry for intruding on your family time.”

Jin instantly turns to you, expression horrified. “No, Y/N. Don’t apologize. Tae is just annoying. I just–you could never intrude.”

“Smooth,” Tae says like a brat. Jin responds with a jab Tae isn’t quick enough to dodge. “Ow! Help! Byeol, I’m dying!”

Tae dramatically flops to the ground to the chorus of Byeol's giggles.

“Now look who’s slow, sloth man," you say as the three of you tower over him.

“I’m not a sloth man.”

“Okay, sloth lady.”

“How did I get stuck with you two on my night off?” Jin despairs. “It’s like I’m watching three babies.”

“Wow. Filicide. Way to turn this biblical. I like it!” Tae says from the ground. He gives a thumbs up and Byeol gives him one too. Oh, you could just eat her up. So cute!

Instead, you lightly elbow Jin. "I don't think you have a leg to stand on with your Mario figurines and Maplestory plushies," you tease.

"Cuz that's so much worse than a room with my face plastered all over it like a shrine." Jin smirks at your growing horror.

Oh my god. You kick Tae who "oof"s. "Tae, I told you that in confidence!"

Tae's eyes widen. "You can't remember what you ate two weeks ago, but you remember telling me that in confidence?!"

"I didn't remember, but thanks for confirming, you dog bird! And no one remembers what they ate two weeks ago!" you hiss.

"Waffles. Chapagetti. Ojingeo bokkeum."

"You made that up!"

"No, I didnt!"

"Dog bird!"

"Y/N!" Tae whines.

There's no way you'd ever volunteer that info to Jin who is now squeaking the most you’ve ever heard him squeak. Of course, Tae told him. He’s a sucker for bribes and probably traded that secret for nothing more than dumplings. Tae begs apologies to you, but you're having none of it. You're so embarrassed you could die.

Byeol reaches for Tae so Jin carefully sets her on Tae’s stomach, who immediately pulls her down to nuzzle her ruddy cheeks. Ignoring Jin’s continued amusement at your expense, you dig out your phone and start taking pictures. As you snap pictures of the two, you can’t help but think this is what Tae meant. Making new memories. Having new experiences. You feel eyes on you. Jin’s laughter has subsided, but he watches you three, content. He winks at you and you wink back.

A small woman appears beside him. “You know, the other day, I almost thought Byeol was having a stroke, but I finally figured out her weird blink was just her trying to wink. I’m kind of scared to see what she’s gonna be like as an adult with all of you influencing her,” she says wryly as she parks her stroller.

“Well, at least she has Y/N and noona, so it won’t be that bad,” Tae coos, stroking Byeol’s back.

Areum waves his flattery away, for this must be Areum. Light brown hair and fae-like with her sharp eyes and sharp nose, but soft lashes and delicate hands. You’re immediately intimidated by her, but to your surprise she pulls you in and embraces you. For such a small person, she hugs like a bear. She pulls back and gives you a once over.

“You look like you’re in one piece, so that’s good,” she says, gently brushing your hair back. “I’m Areum, Seokjung’s wife and Jin’s hyungsu. I know you don’t remember me, but if you ever need anything, like a break from those crazy boys, you just call unnie, okay? You have my number in your phone.”

Her motherly tone is warm and inviting and you can't hide the eagerness in your voice. “I don’t need a break, but I’d love to spend time with you.”

Areum exudes a quiet confidence that you wish you could emulate. It isn’t arrogant or vain, even though she’d have every right to be with her looks, but rather it’s a surety in how she holds herself. Like she knows who she is and what she brings to the table. You could do with some of that.

You’re graced with a pleased smile. “Let’s do dinner on Saturday then. We’d love to spend one on one time with you. Plus, I think Byeol would love that.”

“Me too. Let’s do it.”

“What about me?” Tae whines. “I want to spend more time with Byeol.”

Areum turns a stern look at Tae. “I know for a fact you have a GQ photoshoot that evening. There’s no way you’re getting out of it. Don’t pout. You don’t think I’ve become immune? Byeol has taught me resolve of steel.”

Tae makes a sad cry when Areum lifts a sleepy Byeol off him.

“Sorry, samchon. You can schedule a different day. I need to get oppa and this little one home and into bed. Say goodbye, Byeol.”

Byeol rubs her eyes and half-consciously waves. Your eyes catch Tae’s and you share a telepathic contemplation of kidnapping, but you’re scheming is interrupted by the sight of Jin kissing Byeol. With a sleight of hand you’re not normally capable of, you manage to take a picture in time. It’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen, and you secretly set it as your homescreen. Movement has you looking up as Areum starts moving away.

“Wait! Seokjung told me to give Byeol a kiss.” Areum pauses and kindly waits for you, her smile encouraging despite your outburst.

Byeol is already asleep in the stroller, hand clutching a blanket and mouth open in a soft o. You stroke her hair and press your lips to her soft cheek. “Sweet dreams, Byeol.”

You place your corsage next to her, petals brushing her hair. You know Tae won’t get mad at you for passing the gift on. It just feels right to do. The three of you watch Areum make her way out of the park, carefully pushing Byeol.

Your hair stands on end. Your heartbeat quickens and your body tenses, your gut clenching. You’re not sure why, until you spot people following Areum and Byeol. Your mind sounds an alarm, words like ‘stalker’, ‘sasaeng’, and ‘protect’ blaring. You move to chase after them, but Jin catches your naked wrist.

“It’s okay. Breathe, Y/N. They’re just bodyguards,” he explains. He rubs your wrist and takes a deep breath, showing you how to breathe. And now you see it, when Tae and Jin’s bodyguards nod to those people. You continue the deep, steady breaths, the ball of panic dissipating.

Tae tugs the hem of your sweater from your hand. You hadn’t even noticed you were fiddling with it. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m okay,” you answer weakly. You suddenly feel exhausted. Exhausted from a full day. A good day that you refuse to let the last thirty seconds ruin.

Jin shifts his hand to interlace your fingers. “Let’s go home.”

You nod and Tae loops your free arm into his, a note of whimsy in your steps as you all stroll home.

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quirkybtsarmy · 1 year

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HOSEOK

Pairing: Jung Hoseok X reader (female pronouns) FT. BTS

Genre: horror, fluff, romance (if you squint)

AU: College AU, Carrie AU (I guess...?)

Word count: around 3k

Summary: Gwangju Music Academy is a prestigious school that has many different personalities walking it's halls. There are promising musicians, dancers, producers; you name it, they are. Two of those personalities are Jung Hoseok and L/N Y/N. But what happens when the Beltane Festival, that celebrates the union between South Korea and Ireland, reveals Hoseok's darkest secret?

WARNINGS: Murder (it's based on Carrie so... Yeah...) Hoseok being a murderer, bad story telling (I hope not), swearing, bad editing, if I'm forgetting anything, let me know!

It's been been a while, hasn't it? I'm sorry that I haven't been active with Spellproof. I have a concept of what I would like to do, but since my Autism and my anxiety like to kick in at random moments, it's been GREAT... Note the sarcasm. Also if it is bad grammar, I'm sorry and apologise in advance. Anyway. Let's go!!

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It's been 3 days since the Gwangju incident. Y/N got a phone call from the police chief to give a statement to help with the investigation.

And this is where she is now.

Y/N hates the police station. It's not that she didn't trust the police; it's just that she feels intimidated by them. She has seen too many crime shows about the police to rely on them in real life.

She has been waiting for 10 minutes and already her anxiety has hit an all-time high. What did she do? Did she do something illegal? Is Hoseok ok? What happened for this to happen?

'Excuse me, ma'am?'

Y/N jumped in place and her gaze snapped to the person who was standing in front of her.

The man is wearing a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie , his hair was a black mullet and he wore black rimmed glasses.

'Hi. My name is Kim Seokjin. I'm here to conduct your interview today. How are you?'

Y/N smiled shyly while standing up and wiped off nonexistent dust.

'Im a little nervous, but I'm ok'

Seokjin smiled while leading her to a vacant interview room.

'Dont be nervous. You'll be alright. I won't make you do anything you don't want to do, ok?'

Seokjin stood in front of the interview door, waiting for her answer. Y/N took a deep breath and nodded. Namjoon nodded, opened the door and led her into the room.

The room had grey walls with white trim and pine floor. There was a white floor and black wooden chairs. There was a glass window on one side of the room and a recorder on the table.

'please, sit'

Seokjin turned towards a jug full of water and poured a glass while Y/N sat down. He passed her the glass while sitting down across from her. Namjoon pressed a button on the recorder and takes a breath.

'Special Agent Kim Seokjin with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Please state your name for the record.'

Y/N lent forward slightly to speak into the recorder.

' L- L/N Y/N'

Seokjin smiled. He pulled out a folder from a bag that was on the floor. How did she never notice the bag? Seokjin looks at a photo, pauses for a second, then places the photo in front of Y/N.

She froze.

'Do you know who this is?'

Y/N took a shaky breath.

Hoseok. Her best friend.

Y/N nodded softly.

'He was my best friend.'

'Do you know where he is?'

Y/N shook her head. Seokjin nodded and places the photo back into the folder. Seokjin takes a moment to find his wording, then speaks.

'We are about to go into the part of the interview where I want you to recall the events that happened on that day. I know that it's too soon and I don't want to push you or make you uncomfortable, but we need all the help we can get. Please... Tell me everything whever you are ready'

Y/N closed her eyes, takes a moment to conduct herself and opens her eyes.

'I'm ready'

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The Gwangju Music Academy is the most famous performance academy in the world. Many idols have come from this place. And two of those promising souls is Jung Hoseok and L/N Y/N.

This pair have been best friends since childhood and have been each other best (and worst) critics. Whenever Hoseok is stuck on a dance move that he just can't get down, he calls Y/N to get her opinion. If Y/N is getting nowhere with her music producing for a new production that the school is doing, she brings in Hoseok to listen to everything. Even if it took days or even weeks to get the perfect beat.

But Y/N has a new task on her hand; being Hoseok's dance partner for the Beltane Festival.

The Beltane Festival has been a tradition between the University of Limerick and the Academy; with Gwangju Music Academy hosting. This festival is a celebration of unity between the schools and also celebrates the transition from winter to spring.

And let's just say... Y/N is NOT looking forward to performing. Y/N is used to being behind the scenes and being creative in a different way to Hoseok (or Hobi as she affectionately calls him). Y/N was currently standing in the wings of the stage, which by the way, had the theme of 'Winter Spring Time'. Which Y/N still found irritating and confusing.

Hoseok comes up behind Y/N and puts his arm around her shoulder and pulls her into his side. Y/N slightly jumps from this action and turns to Hobi. 'Hey. You OK?'

Y/N sent Hobi a shaky smile and huffs.

'why do we need to do the demonstration and have everyone follow us in the Spring Worshipping dance? Can't they have anyone else be your partner?'

'Do you remember what happened when I asked people? They left me on read for weeks and when I organised to have a meeting with everyone in the dance troupe to help organise a choreography, they said that they would come and then it would be time for the meeting, you were the only person who showed up... So... I picked you.'

Y/N was silent and started to stroke Hoseok's hand that was resting on her shoulder. Hoseok wasn't popular. Sure, he has people who like him, but he wasn't jock-level popular. But Hoseok liked that. Y/N liked that. He wasn't desired like most popular boys were. But there was one person who liked him.

But he didn't know that she was right in front of him.

The principal from the Academy walked onstage and clapped to called everyones attention. He was wearing a white suit with a light blue shirt and black dress shoes.

'Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen on this occasion. I would like to welcome our guests once again for coming from Ireland. We will continue the festivities in a moment but I will start with my address, like I always do.'

Scatters of laughter could be heard. While the principal was talking about certain to happen in the auditorium, like talking about where the toilets are, what and where the celebrations will be taking place in certain parts in the academy, Y/N started to lean into Hoseok, who in turn, changed his position from next to her to hugging her from behind and placing his head on her shoulder. Every few moments, he would say words of affirmation and encouragement to calm her down.

Y/N was so comfortable that she turned around and stared at Hoseok, who tilted his head and slightly pouted in confusion. 'Is there something on my face?'

'No. I just... Wanted to tell you something...'

'What is it?'

Y/N opened her mouth to say something then she was interrupted by the principal who clapped into the microphone, which caused Y/N to snap out of her trance and turn towards the stage. It's almost time to embarrass herself Infront of her whole school. Not only is it the 50 students that go to her academy, but the 16,000 students from the University. Great...

'Now to help lead in the Spring Awakening Dance, please welcome onto the stage, Jung Hoseok and L/N Y/N!' The principal steps away from the microphone and starts to clap, causing the audience to follow his actions.

Hoseok slightly nudged Y/N to make her move on stage which she did and the pair took their places on the stage. Y/N looked at the floor, then back at Hoseok. He nodded slightly and gave her a wink. She winked back and smiled softly.

Then the music started.

The dance was a very romantic dance that 'gives awareness to a man and woman's fertility so they may have coitus in Spring' as the principal has said. He is a VERY old fashioned man.

While Y/N was looking at Hoseok, he looked... Like an angel. He is so happy dancing and getting in Hobi teacher mode. His eyes were sparkling... Almost... Changing colour?

And Hoseok thought that Y/N was glowing. She was a girl that didn't show her emotions much since she is very shy and doesn't talk to people she doesn't know. It looked like she was having fun for the first time.

Before they know it, the music has stopped and everyone claps for each other. Hoseok bows to you and Y/N curtsies in return.

Hoseok and Y/N walk off the stage and go to the main part of the auditorium. While they were making their way to the main part of the room, the principal annouced that there will be a prize for the best dancers in the whole class. But for now, the class may socialise, eat food, enjoy the small bonfire in the middle of the room, or just enjoy the rest of the night.

When the pair of friends enter the room, their favourite song comes on. It's a song that they slow dance to when they are feeling down and inadequate about their work load. It's tough to be learning in a place like this.

Hoseok looks at Y/N with a glint in his eye and takes her hand.

' Shall we?'

Y/N took his hand and was led into the middle of the floor. Hoseok pulled Y/N into his chest and held her while swaying to the beat of the song.

It's called Magic Shop. Noone knows who it's by, but the song is beautiful. Hoseok and Y/N start smiling at each other and put their foreheads together. Hoseok closes his eyes and relishes in the moment that he is now in.

Should he do it? Would this ruin everything? Screw it. You only live once right?

Hoseok opens his eyes, leans back and holds Y/Ns chin. Y/N tilts her head in confusion and Hoseok smiled. She is so cute. He leans forward and at the crescendo of the song, their lips connected.

Y/Ns eyes widened slightly, then closed while she put her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Hoseok smiled into the kiss. They pulled away from the kiss and looked into each other's eyes with slightly swollen lips. Hoseok swallows and gains the courage to say a sentence that he has always wanted to say to her.

'I love you'

Y/N smiled.

'I love you too.'

Hoseok started giggling which made Y/N start giggling also. Hoseok was about to ask her something when the principal clears their throat into the microphone.

This man REALLY knows how to ruin moments...

'Ladies and gentlemen, I will now announce the King and Queen of the Beltane Festival!'

Everyone gathered near the stage so they can hear the announcement. Hoseok held Y/Ns hand to help calm her. Y/N never liked crowds.

'The winners are...'

The room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

'Jung Hoseok and L/N Y/N! Congratulations!'

Everyone clapped for the pair, while Hoseok and Y/N looked at each other, shocked. They did it! They won!

The pair approached the stage, took the flowers from the principal and walked to the middle of the stage to get their photo taken.

Hoseok felt something was... Wrong... He didn't know what, but he knew that something was wrong.

He looked up into the rafters on the stage to see a metal container being pulled on a string to tip the contents all over Y/N. He had to think fast!.

Hoseok pulled Y/N into a dip and covered her body with his while his body was drenched with the substance from the container. Y/N was in shock. The audience was in shock. But Hoseok... felt embarrassed.

He slowly helped Y/N up to her feet which caused some of the contents from the container to drop down his face. Y/N started to talk to Hoseok, but he heard nothing.

Hoseok looked out at the audience with a slight fear in his eyes, his white suit with different types of flowers, which was now, has he could tell from the stench, was horse blood.

A flickering light on the wall caused everyone to look away from Hoseok and watched the light turn into a projector screen. A video of Hoseok dancing in a dance studio and falling was shown. The video then transitioned to a horse walking on wobbly legs. A name flashed on the video while different videos of Hoseok falling and horses came on screen;

Horse Face.

Everyone started laughing at Hoseok. Pointing and making obscene gestures at him. Hoseok looked at the audience in terror. Why did he deserve this? What did he do? The only people who didn't laugh at Hoseok's pain was Y/N and the principal.

While Hoseok watched the video, no-one notice the metal container fall down and crash into Y/Ns head, causing her to collapse. Hoseok turned around, seeing his childhood friend and crush on the floor, a pool of blood slowly growing larger.

Hoseok rushed over to Y/N, fell to his knees and held his hands to her wound. Hoseok said things to Y/N he thought that he never would. How much he loved her, how he was going to ask her to be his girlfriend, their future together. But he knew.

He knew she was gone.

Hoseok let out a blood curdling scream that shook the windows slightly, and started to cry for the love that he would never have.

Hoseok's eyes flicked down to her wrist and saw a tattoo has appeared and his eyes widened. Y/N was the Goddess of Spring. The one goddess that this festival was celebrating and now... It's a day to remember. The day that Spring died.

Hoseok's eyes glowed bright red as he stood up and turned towards the audience, who were still laughing. Hoseok decided that he would finally do what he always wanted to do: take revenge.

Hoseok used his telekinesis powers to close all the doors and windows, causing everyone to freak out. Hoseok stepped forward and changed into his true form.

Hoseok's hair turned grey and covered one eye. He had a purple Anubis type headpiece that had pieces of fabric running down his bare chest and back. He also had a kilt like fabric covering his bottom part of himself.

He was Yeomra; Korean God of Death and the Grandmaster of the Underworld.

Hoseok summoned some towering shadow figures. The Ancient God are very real, as the students of the school can see. Hoseok turned to the figures and nodded. Hoseok turned towards the crowd, smiled scarily and said:

'Burn'

All hell broke loose.

The shadow figures pounced into the crowd and started to murder everyone they could get their hands on and after a few moments, Hoseok joined in on the 'fun'. Bodies flew, tables were being thrown, blood splattered over the floors and walls, the covern's anger was so palpable that numerous fires were now lit in the auditorium. Hoseok saw the people who were behind the whole scheme and used his powers to 'glue' the people to the wall. He stepped aside and a stage lighting rig flew from the stage and chopped the people in half. The two masterminds escaped, but he didn't care. He would deal with them later.

Everyone was dead. Except for the principal. One of the shadow figures saw the principal checking on Y/N and knew that the principal was a good person, took them outside, erased the principal's memory and sent the principal home.

Hoseok looked at Y/Ns body, walked over and knelt next to her body. He stroked her face a couple of times, then placed his hand gently at the wound on the back of her head, where he could feel where her skull completely shattered, killing her instantly.

He took a deep breath and used his powers to heal Y/N. Y/N started to whimper and woke up. Hoseok smiled while stroking Y/N's cheek again. Y/N blinked a few times, looked around then looked at Hoseok.

'Hello, my little flowerpetal'

'H-hi. What happened? Are you o-ok?'

Hoseok chuckled. Even when there was a massacre, done by Hoseok's hands, she still cared about him.

'Im ok. You look very... Tired. How about we get you out of here? Hmm?'

Y/N nodded, but immediately regretted the decision when a throbbing headache came out of nowhere. Hoseok put her head into his shoulder and picked her up, putting her legs on each side of his hips and held her to him.

'Shhh. It's ok. Just keep your eyes shut.' He pushed her head slightly so her head was in her neck and walked off the stage while the shadows followed.

As Hoseok and the shadows walked away from the burning school, Y/N moves away from Hoseok's shoulder, causing Hoseok and Y/N to make eye contact.

'Where are we going?'

Hoseok looked at the shadows again for confirmation, which the shadows nodded in return. Hoseok turned his head back to Y/N and smiled.

'Home'

While the group was walking home, a red car started racing towards them. The pair identified the car as the masterminds of the prank. Y/N signalled Hoseok to put her down. He hesitated, but put her on her feet. Y/N looked at the car, then stomped on the ground. A giant root flew out of the road and pierced through the car, crushing the occupants. If the crushing of the root didn't kill them, the fire that Hoseok lit DEFINITELY killed them.

Y/N looks at Hoseok and kisses him on the lips.

'Now we can go home'

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'I can't remember anything after that. Sorry'

Seokjin nodded, stopped the recorder and sighed.

'Thank you for doing this. This will help us find him and give you and everyone some closure.'

Y/N nodded in response, too mentally exhausted to talk. Seokjin stood up, causing Y/N to follow suit. As Seokjin led Y/N down the corridor, he talked about the procedures that will happen after the interview, and led Y/N to her car. When Y/N questioned it, he said that he was being a gentleman and gentlemen should always lead women to their car at night time.

Y/N got in her car and watched Seokjin walk back into the police precinct. Y/N let out an exhale while leaning back in her carseat and closing her eyes.

'How did I do?'

Y/Ns eyes flew open and looked in the rearview mirror and saw Seokjin in the back seat, having a cheeky grin on his face.

'Jesus fucking Christ, you scared me!' Seokjin laughed in response. Y/N rolled her eyes and looked back at Seokjin.

'You know, I hate it when you are impersonating your brothers, right?'

Seokjin chuckled.

'What can I say...' A shadowy mist covered Seokjin and a few seconds later, Hoseok was sat in the backseat, legs spread apart, wearing a black silk shirt and a black harness on top with black leather pants and black combat boots. 'Im a good actor'

Y/N blinked and looked back at the road. 'What do the boys want?'

'I have a shopping list and ''Taehyung'' will be joining you. Now, let's get going! Jungkook wants you to get that new game he saw advertised.'

Y/N started the car and watched while Hoseok phased into Taehyung and drove off.

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sparks. - chapter 4 [show me how]

━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ "I promise you this. I will always look out for you."

january 20th 1991

AFTER NIRVANA had officially finished their show (since the audience wanted an encore) and the band made their way to the dressing room the venue provided.

"I'm so unbelievably tired" Sam sighed, taking a seat next to Dave on the couch. The band had just performed and now they're just waiting for the crowd outside to die down so they could leave peacefully. "I hear that—oh look pizza!" Krist said, opening a box of still warm pizza. Nirvana was just hanging out (with the addition of Courtney).

Sam was not lying when she said she was tired because after putting on one of her extra 'metallica' hoodie that Kirk and Cliff insisted she needed. She lay on the couch facing away from the rest of the room with legs on Daves lap because he refused to move and fell asleep. All anyone could see was the back of her hoodie and dirty blonde hair.

"No way she's actually sleeping.." Courtney laughed earning a few light laughs from the others since no one thought Sam was that tired to actually fall asleep in the dressing room. It was surprisingly quiet after a show.

Well that was until a man with a hat and mic with another man with a camera enter the room. "Hey its nardwuar!" Courtney said, pointing her finger in his direction. "Yeah hi! Thanks by the way!" Nardwuar said moving to give a hand shake or wave to everyone. Shortly after that Nardwuar started his interview with nirvana (mainly kurt).

"Hello Kurt!" He smiled at the blonde and so the interview began. Although Sam wasn't aware this was happening since she was sleeping. But after a few minutes she turned over on her back to face the ceiling, annoyed since she couldn't sleep over all the noise.

The camera man pointed to Sam who got up off the couch. "Hi..?" She just waved at them before walking over to the table where Krist was eating pizza. Grabbing a slice and starting a small conversion with Krist. "What the fuck is going on?". He shrugged, "Some kid wanted to interview us."Sam just chuckled a bit. After talking a little more before she walked around the table to pull up a chair next to Kurt, sitting criss crossed.

"Hello Sam! Thank you for joining us!" Nardwuar said, enthusiastically pointing the mic to her. "Hi! And of course I hope no one has been bothering you!" She smiled at him. Sam was somewhat paying attention to the interview but not too much to keep a conversation with him.

"Well everyone has been lovely don't worry! How was your nap?" He laughed. "Oh! actually kinda good considering the amount of times Dave got up and sat down!" She jokingly scolded Dave who was talking to Pat. He just made a face while everyone laughed.

"Actually Sam I do have a question for you! Is it true that you and Kurt did not meet in high school but by you babysitting his younger sister kim?" Naurwar questioned, waiting for Sam's response. And Sam just looked at Kurt who looked surprised. "Whoaaa! How the hell did you know that?" Sam said, taken aback.

"Like I said he just knows this shit.." Courtney said, eating more pizza. "Well it's my job to know Sam!" Naurwar smiled. "Well you are great at your job because that totally true! Yeah uh I knew Kurt from before freshman year–thats so weird how you know that–not even Krist knows that.." This made Krists ears perk up. "Know what?" He asked. "That me and Kurt met through me babysitting Kim?" Sam smiled and Krist just looked confused making everyone in the room laugh at his reaction.

"Sam I hear you like all kinds of music, could you name a few?" Naurwar asked. "Oh I love this question! I think umm–uh I just listen to whatever just sounds good?" She went quiet for a second thinking of what to say, when Courtney scoffed.

Sam couldn't believe she started to act this way again. Well she could believe it but still. "Um—uh I've been really liking Biggie and Tupac although they've not been liking each other recently.." She trailed off, playing with her rings.

After a few minutes more of the interview, Naurwar said that he was done and bid his farewells to the band. "Well that was fun!" Sam laughed half sarcastically. "I kinda like him.." Kurt smiled, fixing his flannel.

When the phone of the dressing room rang. Sam got up to pick it up and when she heard the voice it made the smile on her face disappear. "Sam? It's Jeff, could we talk?"

"Jeff, how the hell did you get this number?" She whispered into the phone as to not have anyone hear their conversation or who it was."Sam? Sam please just listen to me! I'm—ugh I miss you! I'm sorry.."

"Sorry about what J?" She knew the answer but never once in the entirety of their relationship did he admit to his mistakes without any prompt.

"About..about everything..how i treated you, how i acted..I—" Jeff was about to say something else but cut himself off.

All Sam could think in her head was 'please don't say you love me'. She knew if he did she would feel guilty for still harboring old feelings while the person she truly liked was sitting on the couch.

Whilst this was happening Sam didn't notice the room growing quiet. The rest of the band (plus Courtney) had been listening in on Sam and Jeff's conversation. "I know I know—I forgive you just..get home? Safe please?" Sam had this feeling in her stomach, call it intuition but she felt Jeff was drunk and she knew how he got when he was.

"Yeah of course—can I—I sleep on your couch?" This made a smile creep up on Sam's face. "Mhm.." Before she could hang up the phone, Jeff said what Sam's been dreading. "I love you—bye." He said quickly, maybe not realizing his words.

Sam just stood over the now hung up phone. "Shit.." She mumbled before turning back to the room where everyone was pretending to not pay attention, badly.

"Ok what?" Sam sighed, sitting between Pat and Dave. Pat’s high pitched "Whaaat?" made Dave just smacked him on the shoulder. "Who was that?" Dave asked. "Jeff.." Sam sighed.

Kurt just let out a sigh. "What? What did you want me to do hmm?" She started to get annoyed at this point because of the previous events that just happened. "Maybe not forgive him Sam!" Kurt's voice got louder than his regular speaking voice.

"Yeah you know how you got when you guys broke up..." Dave shrugged. "Why did you even continue talking to him when you picked up the phone?" Krist asked, still eating his pizza. "Who's jeff?" Pat whispered to Courtney.

"Fuck me..." Sam whispered to herself. "I think I still love him..in a twisted way" She ran her hands through her hair, clearly stressed. That's when Kurt gave her this look of disappointment. "Don't fucking look at me like that.." She sighed.

"I don't want to see you go through that again Sam—" Sam cut Kurt off. "Me neither but I can't not care about him!"

She scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest, now directly speaking to kurt. "I was there for you when Courtney, basically, tried to break up the band! The band, may I remind you, you made and loved!" Kurt just looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. "Loved?" He questioned.

"You—that's not what I—" She sighed and stood up before saying. "I can't do this right now." And with that Sam stormed off and out of the dressing room.

The rest of the band looked at each other worryingly. All of them looked at each other unsure if they should go after her or give her space. Krist just sighed and wiped his hands on his jeans and walked out of the room.

As he caught up to her, which wasn't difficult since he's tall, they were both near the exit of the venue (the alley). "Sam! Sam, wait up man!" He called out. Sam just sighed and turned around, arms crossed over her chest. "Leave me alone Krist."

"Come on Sammy tell me what's wrong..I know it's not just Jeff" He nudged her arm. That nickname. Only Kurt and Krist called her that ever since freshman year, it wore off once the band took off but for some reason they still called her that.

"I'm–I went to the doctors the other day because I wasn't feeling good and I–" Sam started to get clearly more stressed as she continued which Krist noticed and he gave her a side hug, reassuringly. "You're not gonna tell me your dying right?" He half joking, unsure if he was right or not and well anything could happen at this point.

"No no um–uh I'm pregnant.." She smiles up at Krist, it soon drops when she saw Krists shocked expression. A few seconds passed by before Sam pulled away, scared of what Krist might say. "Shit I'm sorry I know its weird and–" Krist pulled her into a hug cutting her off. "No–no its–its great..i'm really happy for you Sammy."

He pulled away with a upside down smile, still with both hands on her arms. "Really? I'm actually really scared about this haha.." She dryly chuckled, earning a frown from Krist. "You'll be fine! Plus you got me! And Kurt and Dave and Pat and maybe...Courtney?" The two burst out laughing at the thought of Courtney actually getting along with Sam.

"So um–do you know whos the dad?" He slowly questioned, unsure if he wanted to know the answer because he had a feeling he knew. "Wanna take a wild guess?" Sam joked, wanting to make light of the situation but really couldn't find it in her to do so. "That's why you were so stressed about Jeff.." Krist muttered to himself but Sam heard and let out a small 'yup'. "What are you gonna do?" He asked. "I dunno I guess I should tell him but then I'd have to get back together with him." She shrugged, turning to open the door to walk back into the venue.

"Well you don't have to, you have a choice ya know?" Krist suggested before they made it back to the dressing room which only held Kurt and Dave. Best guess was Courtney left and Pat went to talk to one of his many friends. "Hey guys.." Sam said uncomfortably, embarrassed from what had gone down before. "Well well well.." Dave joked, crossing his arms. Krist just slapped him on the arm before taking a seat next to him on the couch.

Sam just pulled the seat Courtney was sitting previously closer to Kurt so they could talk. "What's up KC?" Kurt just raised an eyebrow before he threw his leg over the other to be crossed. "I'm sorry man–I said all those things because I was scared.." She admitted, hanging her head slightly low to not make eye contact. "About what?" Kurt asked, puzzled. "I'm–" She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Pregnant—uh surprise!" She joked as she nervously fidgeted with her hands.

When Sam didn't hear a response from Kurt she feared the worst but actually when she looked up from her hands he was sitting there with a smile. "I'm happy for you Sammy." He said into her shoulder when he brought her into a hug.

"Thanks Kurt.." She felt a smile creep up on her face. She felt a mix of happiness and relief—well until Kurt asked a question that made her smile droop to a frown. "So—uh who's the dad?"

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a/n: MIC DROP. I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep her pregnant bc I felt like it was too much but ykw yolo all drama is good drama 🤭 also I know this interview happened in 93' but I needed it to be in 91' for the storyline anyway hope you enjoyed <33

- love always, kat

#nirvana fanfiction #nirvava #kurt cobain #dave grohl #jeff buckley

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v-hope · 3 years

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2 from why would u do that, tae ofc (my babiest boi) and really angsty bc. I LOVE YO ANGSTSSS😭❤ but then pls give us a happy ending coz. i love tae.

pairing: kim taehyung x idol!reader

genre: angst, fluff

prompt: “you guys kept making eye contact the whole night. it was getting embarrassing”

a/n: i don’t know if this was as angsty as you wanted, but i hope you enjoy! thank you so much for requesting!

When Jimin had opened the door for you and given you a concerned look as he let you inside the dorms, you should’ve known something was a bit off that particular morning. Nevertheless, pushing it aside, you followed him to the kitchen, where he told you your boyfriend was having breakfast.

The second sign you should’ve gotten was the way that he remained staring into his bowl of cereal, mindlessly moving the spoon in circles instead of actually eating his food. Then again, he wasn’t the biggest of morning persons, so, you went over to him like you would do any other time — a sweet ‘morning’ leaving your lips before you leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek.

Only he didn’t let you.

Moving his face away from you instead of looking at you with the brightest of smiles like he usually would, Taehyung didn’t even look your way, but somehow managed to stare harder into the bowl.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked in both surprise and hurt.

Again, he said nothing — the way he visibly bit the inside of his cheek, let you know just how tense he was.

Dumbfounded eyes going up to Jimin on the other side of the table, you watched him raise both hands, excusing himself from the kitchen before he got caught up in the middle of a couple’s drama.

Letting out a sigh, you took a seat next to him.

“Tae?” you softly pushed it, trying to get some kind of reaction from him. “What’s wrong?”

Silence.

“Can you please talk to me?” you tried to reason. “I don’t know what I did wrong and I can’t apologize if you don’t tell me what it is”.

“After flirting with someone who’s not me all night long, I would’ve thought you knew what you did wrong” he finally spoke up, yet still wouldn’t look at you.

That’s when it hit you. The awards the night prior — the ones you had performed your new collaboration with another idol at.

A love song. With a male idol.

Although Taehyung knew you would have to put on a show for everyone, and that there would most probably be some lovey dovey look exchanges on your end, for that was how most song promotions worked, he was not ready for you to sit down next to said other guy and spend the rest of the night chatting and laughing together.

You were his girlfriend, yet you had not once sat on the same table as him during an award show.

Then again, he would always have to sit down with all his six members, and it was not like you could choose who to sit with, for that was in the awards’ hands.

And, then again, no one knew the two of you were together.

“I wasn’t flirting with him” your words earned a scoff from him. “It was a love song, Taehyung. Of course we would have to portray some kind of emotion, but it wasn’t flirting”.

“Your fans think otherwise” he bitterly pointed out. “Twitter has been all about how you guys were looking at each other”.

“We performed together, we had to look at each other”.

“During the performance, yes” his eyes fixed on yours. “But you guys kept making eye contact the whole night, it was getting embarrassing”.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “How was it embarrassing?”

“You guys were trying too hard. Anyone could tell it wasn’t real”.

“Trying too hard to what?” you were the one to scoff this time. “We’re trying to promote our song, not to make everyone think we’re in love”.

“Well, everyone thinks so now” he shrugged. “And it’s embarrassing”.

“You’re not even making sense, Taehyung” you shook your head. “Everyone thinks there’s something going on between me and him, but it’s embarrassing because we’re trying too hard?”

“Yes,” he simply said. “They’re all blind not to see it, I could tell from miles away”.

“Why are you jealous then?” you cocked one of your eyebrows. “Since you know it’s just acting”.

“Because,” he let out a heavy sigh. “You’re supposed to be with me. I am your boyfriend, I am supposed to be giving you that kind of looks and making everyone believe we are in love with each other”.

Staring at his miserable expression with a pout, you stood up from your seat, carefully testing the waters before you could come close to him. Once he didn’t move away from you, you sat on his lap, smiling ever so softly when he loosely wrapped his arms around you.

“We’ve talked about this, love. You know your fans wouldn’t take the news very well” you breathed out, arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him to your chest.

“I know…”

“And I never meant to flirt with him, it was just, that… promoting our song” you promised. “I’m sorry I made it look that way”.

“It’s okay…” nuzzled your neck. “I just hate the thought of you and someone else”.

“I understand… I would hate the thought of you and someone else, too”.

That had seemed to bring some reassurance to him. Pressing a lingering kiss to the uncovered skin on your neck, he pulled slightly back to lock eyes with you.

“You should make a song with me then,” Taehyung smirked. “So we would have to act like that in front of everyone”.

“Let me guess, a love song?” you chuckled.

He nodded. “More specifically, a secret love song”.

“Wouldn’t that be too obvious?” you couldn’t help but let out a light laugh.

“It would just be a collaboration,” he smiled. “Just a song. Let them believe what they want. They believe you’re in love with someone you have no chemistry with anyway”.

“Oh?” you playfully raised one of your eyebrows, laughing over the way he had just rolled his eyes. “I have no chemistry with him?”

“Not even one bit” he confirmed with a cute boxy smile. “The only person you have chemistry with is your handsome boyfriend”.

Noticing the way his lips had puckered up awaiting for a kiss, you didn’t have to think twice before leaning in to close the space between your mouths.

“You’re right,” your words were cut off mid-sentence by another kiss. “Too bad they don’t get to see it”.

Taehyung nodded. It truly was a shame. “A secret love song will have to do then”.

And then, when you pressed a small kiss to the crown of his head and he went back to his comfortable spot resting on your chest, he added:

“Hopefully soon it won’t be a secret anymore”.

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sunwoo-hoo · 3 years

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↣ the boyz reaction to s/o feeling stressed

↳ a/n: hello my lovelies! we are back with another tbz reaction! side note, with every reaction i get it’s going to be canon with my ‘as your boyfriend series’ so keep that in mind when requesting. this is for the lovely anon who requested this. i hope you enjoy it. ☻ 18+ due to language

↳ genre: fluff? slight angst? i don’t even know someone tell me

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↳ word count: 3.4k

↳ the boyz x fem reader

「 Lee Sangyeon 」

you normally weren’t one to get stressed out often but when your job decided to give you a promotion you weren’t expecting the extra workload it would bring

you got assigned to one of the major projects your company was working on and slowly but surely you felt your energy draining with each day passing by

even though sangyeon was extremely busy as well he was worried about you

after coming home from a long day of practice sangyeon noticed when you weren’t in the front foyer to give him his welcome home kiss like you usually did

as he walked to your bedroom he saw you sitting by the desk typing away at your computer

as he made his way towards you he squatted down slightly to give you a warm cheek kiss

“hey baby, how about you take a break huh? you’ve been working so hard, let me cook something for you” he insisted

“hmm? oh.. okay, i’m sorry sangyeon, work has been driving me up the wall lately i didn’t mean to shut you out” you mumbled

he gave you a small smile as he stroked your cheek before replying “don’t worry about it baby i just don’t want you to overwork yourself” he said

during your break sangyeon is cooking you dinner, listening to all your troubles and even trying his best to help you with your project. by the end of the night expect a lot of cuddles and kisses.

「 Jacob Bae 」

stress was something you’ve always experienced, especially being a university student finishing your final year

jacob was super supportive of your dreams always helping you study in any way he can

sometimes even distracting you to get your mind off it so that you wouldn’t burn out

but as final exams were just around the corner you were so stressed to the point that you cried and threw your book across the table in frustration

jacob turned his head and quickly took notice since he was only a couple of feet away reading a book which he swiftly set down and rushed to your side

“oh babe, don’t cry please, i promise it’s going to be okay” he whispered as he wiped your tears away

you completely broke down sobbing uncontrollably onto jacob’s sleeve as he held you close giving you hushed praise

“how about we go and rest for a little? a nap would be good for you” he softly asked as you simply nodded

jacob helped you up as you made your way to your bedroom where he made it relaxing as possible turning on the air humidifier and lighting a lavender candle. he also made sure that the curtains were closed so that the room was dark enough to fall asleep to

soon enough your drifting into a calming sleep in jacob’s arms.

「 Kim Younghoon 」

it had been 3 months since you’ve started dating kim younghoon, your relationship was everything you could’ve dreamed of. it was absolutely perfect with no flaws what so ever.

with all that in mind you started to wonder why you both hadn’t exchange i love you’s. you knew younghoon felt strongly for you, always making sure you were taken care of, constantly hugging and kissing you.

the whole situation started to stress you out and make you second guess everything

you loved younghoon but you had to admit you were a bit apprehensive on saying it first, since you didn’t know what younghoon’s response would be.

he could’ve said it back, or worse, not say anything at all.

one evening when younghoon was sleeping over your place you decided then and there that you were going to muster up your courage and finally say the three words you’ve been stressing over.

as you both were watching t.v his arms draped over your shoulders you looked up over at younghoon who was fixated on the drama that was playing. you cleared your throat

“younghoon.. i have to tell you something… something i’ve been wanting to tell you for awhile now” you announced hesitantly

as he looked over at you he adjusted his body to fully look at you face on

“really? i actually have something to say as well” he replied

your ears perked as you continued “how about we say it at the same?”

he nodded smiling before counting down “3…2…1..”

“i love you” you said “i’m in love with you” he whispered

you breathed the biggest sigh of relief before sliding in his lap giving him the softest kiss as you felt younghoon’s arms around your waist

「 Lee Hyunjae 」

your relationship with hyunjae was many things, exciting, passionate, intense. never in a million years would you think it would be stressful, or let me rephrase: you never thought it would be this stressful

you received a text message from hyunjae one afternoon saying that he needed to talk to you and that it was important

at that moment your mind was going through so many options on what it could be, your thoughts becoming worse and worse.

oh god is this it? he wants to beak up with me

did he cheat on me? i’ll fucking kill him if he did

oh my god what if he’s not in love with me anymore?

as your mind was going a mile a minute you finally broke out of your daze when your friend who you were out to lunch with told you that it probably wasn’t all that bad and that you should trust hyunjae.

when the evening finally rolled around you went to visit hyunjae just right when he got home from practice.

“hey baby” he smiled giving you a peck on the lips, giving him a small you replied “hey” back as you two sat on the sofa

“so what’s going on?” you asked as you were rubbing your palms against your knees trying to get rid of the sweat

hyunjae instantly noticed your anxious aura and grabbed your hands holding them tightly giving them a kiss

“well, we’ve been dating for almost a year now and i think it’s time.. for you to meet my parents” he said proudly

you blinked a couple of times as your brain still hadn’t registered the information he just said

“i want them to meet the girl i’m madly in love with” he continued

when you finally heard his words your first instinct was to hit hyunjae’s arm

“ah! hey! what was that for?” he shouted rubbing his arm

“jesus christ hyunjae i thought you were breaking up with me!” you shouted back

he laughed grabbing your waist pulling you close on his lap putting his head in the crook of your neck “i could never” he whispered giving your neck a light kiss

「 Lee Juyeon 」

to say that you were having a bad week was the understatement of the year.

it all started when you caught the flu, you felt horrible. it was constant sneezing, throwing up, runny nose, all of it.

you started to feel stressed when juyeon risked his safety getting sick to take care of you. you especially didn’t want him getting sick when the boyz comeback was nearly a month away.

you told him that you could take care of yourself, but juyeon didn’t take no for an answer.

you had to admit even though you were sick you couldn’t deny that you loved having juyeon with you 24/7 he was being the perfect boyfriend getting you tea, wet cloths for your forehead, and making sure you took your medicine every night.

“open your mouth, good girl” he praised putting the spoonful of medicine in your mouth

“you know if i wasn’t sick you would be saying those exact words another way” you teased coughing slightly

juyeon smirked and kissed your forehead in response

slowly but surely after a week you were starting to feel better but then your sickness hit juyeon as predicted delaying the comeback for nearly two weeks.

「 Kevin Moon 」

it was a hard month for kevin, the boyz comeback had just started and he was stressing over all the performances and interviews wanting to make sure that each one was up to his standards

it was so bad that all his stress levels were slowing creeping up on you making you become stressed yourself

it was starting to effect your relationship and you knew you had to do something quick before you and kevin would get into a fight you were not mentally prepared for

the comeback was closing in on it’s last week and you had decided to make one evening extremely special pampering kevin.

you decided to make his favorite meal, wearing your sexy yet tasteful red dress, with your black lacy bra and matching panties for later activities.

as kevin walked into your apartment he noticed you immediately smiling at your attire

“hey babe, what’s all this?” he asked pointing to all the candles and dim lighting

“what do you mean? can’t i do something special for the man i love?” you replied innocently walking up to him giving him a soft kiss on the lips

as kevin deepened the kiss your back found it’s way to the cold wall behind you as kevin started to trail kisses along the side of your jaw making his way down to your neck

you were excited it wasn’t often that kevin was a dom but you had pressing matters to attend to first

“k-kevin wait… i want to talk first” you whimpered as he finally reached your sweet spot

kevin stopped immediately to your words and gave you a quick peck on lips before nodding

you grabbed his hand and made your way to the dining table where the food was most likely cold by now and sat down on the chair

“kev, i just wanted to talk about how you’ve been so stressed with this comeback and everything it’s.. it’s starting to effect our relationship” you mumbled

he sighed and agreed “i know it has, and i’m so sorry for that babe” he said grabbing your hand as he continued “i’ll promise to be better about it, you know that i don’t want to ruin what we have. i love you”

you smiled feeling 100 times better about the situation giving kevin a kiss on the cheek

you lightly laughed as you pulled apart “the dinner is totally cold now by the way”

“let’s just order a pizza, it probably wasn’t that good anyway” he teased before you shoved him playfully in response

「 Choi Chanhee 」

what was suppose to be a relaxing day off spending it with your boyfriend choi chanhee it drastically changed into a nightmare

you both decided to spend the day shopping for some new clothes together

at first you thought it was a cute idea, thinking you would get matching couple outfits so that you can coordinate for the upcoming summer season

but it quickly turned into a stressful day when chanhee wanted you to try on every shirt, every dress, and pants, you were starting to regret this little outing until you finally snapped at him

“love, you would look so cute in this why don’t you-”

“no!” you yelled quickly covering your mouth at your sudden outburst in public

chanhee gave you a puzzled look not expecting your sudden change in mood

you quickly apologized not wanting to start a fight in public, pulling him to the side of the store where it was secluded from prying eyes

“chanhee… i’m sorry it’s just i’m tired i thought this would be fun but it’s stressing me out, it’s all too much” you sighed looking down at your shoes

chanhee pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and lifted your head up with his index finger

“oh love, don’t apologize i should be the one apologizing i’m sorry for being excited, i just wanted to have a fun day with you, let’s go home okay?” he reassured kissing your temple

「 Ji Changmin/Q 」

you had it all planned out, you were going to introduce your friends to your wonderful boyfriend ji changmin

you ultimately thought that they should finally meet him after dating for nearly 4 months

at first you had no idea why you decided to wait this long, considering you already met all the members and were close to each of them

you were extremely nervous and stressed for their first interaction you just wanted everything to be perfect with smooth sailing

changmin was going to meet two of your closest friends who were also a couple themselves

it was a chilly fall day when you all decided to meet up at a nearby cafe changmin’s hand in yours trying to warm it up blowing on it while pressing kisses

“don’t worry babe, it’s all going to work out fine” he smiled easing your nervousness

when you finally made it to the cafe your friends were already waiting and quickly made introductions

they easily took noticed when changmin ordered your drink he knew you loved and paid for everything with his card as your friends gave you hushed whispers

“wow, he’s such a gentlemen” she gushed “yeah, and he even knew your order by heart” he replied giving you a thumbs up

you smiled when changmin returned with both of your orders giving you a cheek kiss when he sat down

to your surprise the conversation between the four of you went smoothly changmin easily wooing them with his charms and cheerful aura

your friends especially had a million questions when it came to his idol life out of general curiosity

changmin didn’t mind at all answering every single one with ease even laughing at the humorous ones

your heart melted at the interaction when you realized in the end you had nothing to worry about

「 Juhaknyeon 」

you knew juhaknyeon always loved your home cooking as he was always excited whenever he came home from practice knowing he would have a hot meal ready for him

but this time was different, you weren’t just cooking for him but cooking for his parents who so happen to be visiting you two

you met juhaknyeon’s parents before who were very down to earth and humble people always making you feel welcomed

but you had to admit you were a bit stressed trying to live up to the expectations

it was less than a couple of hours away before they would be arriving and you were running around the supermarket with juhaknyeon on your tail

“babe, slow down your gonna run out of energy” he grunted breathing heavily

“juhak you don’t understand your parents opinion mean the world to me, i want them to love my cooking” you said looking down at your hands trying to decide between the beef or pork belly

juhaknyeon gave you a side hug pulling you close “they are going to love whatever you make, because i love it too” he promised kissing the top of your head

when you finally made it back to the dorms and cooked up a storm that would’ve fed all 11 members juhakyeon’s parents finally made an appearance

after the quick greetings and the light scolding from juhak’s mother telling him to keep his room neater she finally took in your food spread

“wow! it all looks amazing [name] i’m sure it taste wonderful too” she smiled warmly pinching your cheek lightly

when you all finally sat down to eat you anxiously waited for juhakyeon’s parents comments

after a couple of bites juhak’s mother proudly exclaimed “it’s delicious [name] really! everything taste amazing, i’m so happy our son found someone who can feed him like this” she praised

you bowed your head thanking her for her positive comments as haknyeon grabbed your hand under the table squeezing it giving you a wink

「 Kim Sunwoo 」

you loved your mother dearly, but she was starting to text and call you nearly everyday about when you and sunwoo were finally going to get married

even though you loved sunwoo and were dating for a year and half you told her that it wasn’t a good time yet. sunwoo had major responsibilities when it came to his idol life

not to mention that you and sunwoo were still very young and just wanted to enjoy being together before you had to tackle even more responsibilities like marriage

you were laying in bed when you got off the phone with your mother after another hour long call

you sighed staring at ceiling fan feeling pressured and stressed when sunwoo walked in the bedroom

“hey babe, have you seen my adidas hoodie?” he wondered as he saw you looking emotionless at the ceiling

he hovered over you waving his hands across your face trying to get your attention

“hm? oh sorry it’s behind the door in the bathroom” you mumbled

sunwoo swiftly climbed on top of you resting his chin on your chest “what’s wrong babe? who was on the phone?” he asked

you hesistantly replied “it’s just my mother, she keeps wondering when.. well.. she keeps asking when we’re getting married” you laughed lightly

sunwoo smirked “oh really? close your eyes” he instructed

confused you did as you were told as you felt sunwoo get off you hearing the sound of the dresser opening

“okay now open” he said as you saw sunwoo with your own two eyes on his knee with a black velvet box in his hands

“sunwoo oh my god, don’t do this to me i-i’m” you stammered as you felt your hands begin to shake

he smiled and open the box where you saw a gorgeous sterling silver infinity ring with a small diamond in the middle

“[name] this isn’t an engagement ring, it’s a promise. a promise to always love you and cherish you, and to always respect you. i am going to marry you one day, when we’re both ready. i’ve never loved anyone as much as i love you” he vowed putting the ring on your finger

you then felt the tears flow grabbing his face with both your hands giving him a longing kiss falling back on the bed with him on top of you

as sunwoo began to take off his shirt that’s when you saw his necklace with the same infinity symbol as your ring

you smiled as you grabbed his necklace pulling him back down for another kiss

「 Eric Sohn 」

it was official you wanted to kill eric, he knew you were afraid of heights. yet he manage to persuade you on getting on an airplane to go to okinawa for a weekend getaway trip

you loved that he put so much thought into your weekend, making sure to pick the nicest hotel with a view by lots of restaurants and attractions

but you were beyond stressed, the only time you’ve been on an airplane is when you were little and moved to seoul from america, you barely remember the experience sleeping the entire trip

your body was shaking as you walked up the ramp finally boarding the airplane going to your seats

eric put away your luggage above the overhead bin and took the window seat hoping you would feel more comfortable being in the middle

as you took your seats your heart started to beat extremely fast and you started to breath heavily

eric took your hands in his “babe i promise it’s going to be okay flying is one of the safest ways to travel” he promised rubbing the side of your arm trying to calm you down

you nodded “no yeah your right i need to face my fears sometime” you bravely said

when the flight finally took off your nerves managed to subdued until you hit mild turbulence which freaked you out all over again

eric quickly grabbed his sleeping mask putting it over your eyes and large headphones with loud music trying to mask your senses which worked wonders as you lay your head on his shoulder

he held your hand tightly when you finally landed getting off the 2 hour flight

as you made your way to the hotel you were in awe of okinawa absorbing all the buildings and the mass of people walking by

you looked at eric “thank you eric this is amazing, i don’t think there’s anyone else i would trust to help me face my fears” you said bashfully

he leaned over and kissed your jaw “anytime babe” he murmured

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sun96moon · 2 years

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listening to you is my favourite one

genre: one-shot, fluff, romance, angst

pairing: NCT Kim Doyoung x female reader

details: high school au!; low self-esteem, introverted girl character

summary: one day at a school event you hear a song sang by the prettiest voice you ever expirienced and it even makes you cry.

others: Johnny

words: 6.8k

The life of a high schooler like you wasn’t anything interesting. You had just started the first year here and your closest friends weren’t in your class so you had to adapt from the beginning. It wasn’t easy for an introvert like you – your favourite things to do included reading books, listening to music and writing poems. People from your class had similar interests as befits humanities. In November you had known closer about five guys from your class; it was National Teachers Day and a school hall was full. You were sitting next to a boy from your class, Julian. He was a little weird but you liked similar music and he usually talked interesting stuff about faith and nature. You had a good view at the stage when two students came in with microphones and hosted the event. You weren’t concerned about it until they presented a few students who were about to sing in a while. There was a girl from your class, Tiffany who you knew by sight from middle school as someone famous who sings a lot at school events; four other people you didn’t know.

The first person to sing was a skinny dark-haired boy. You were sure that you have never seen him before because if you had – you would find him hot and remember that. He was singing a beautiful ballad that you had already known; Someone like you by Adele. It was a stock song but you never heard someone covering it like this – sounded even better than the original. He sang it beautifully, the song sounded intimidating and heavenly at the same time. His face was full of passion, he acted as if he wasn’t here, at this small school stage but somewhere far away, where random people present at this place couldn’t enter.

“Hey, Y/n? Are you like totally ok? Y/n?”

You felt someone’s hand on your arm. It was too real, you had the impression that this touch awakened you from the prettiest dream.

“Hey, you really…”

You looked to the right at Julian.

“What? I’m obviously fine.”

“But you want some tissues? You are crying, aren’t you?”

You touched your face and it was wet for real, then looked at the stage; the charming boy finished and made a bow to the audience.

“Oh well, can I have some?” you turned around to Julian again. He gave you a pack and focused on some girl who started her performance.

“Who is he? I mean, did you see him like ever? I didn’t.” you blew your nose.

“Me neither. But I bet he’s older. Talk to Tiffany maybe.”

“Ugh. I would rather not maybe. Hey, but I have Daisy in this whole singing group, you know?” our school had a vocal group. There were plenty of people from different classes. This group was hosted by the older brother of your best friend, Daisy.

A week had passed from National Teacher’s Day and nothing happened. Occasionally you were seeing the dark-haired boy somewhere in corridors. He usually talked with groups of people, he probably was very popular. In the morning you met with Daisy on a bus and asked her if she’s free during a lunch break this day.

“So… can you tell me who is that boy who sang Adele’s song at the last assembly?” on the first floor was a place called ‘behind grids’, there were a few tables separated from the corridors by these grids and today you were here early enough to have a seat with Daisy. But also the weather today was nice so a lot of people spent breaks outside.

“That’s why you wanted to meet with me so bad? Y/n…”

“No, come on. When was the last time we ate lunch together? Like? A long time ago, right?”

“Yeah” she laughed “I was just joking, you know. Of course, I can. He’s my buddy.”

You frowned.

“But I don’t like him, what is that look, sis.” she said quickly “I just talked to him once or twice. So he’s from 2A and is called Kim Doyoung.”

“2A? Wow… so he’s smart af. Math and psychics class.”

“He’s new at school. He moved from a bigger city. And he’s very nice. Do you want me to introduce you?” she started eating her sandwiches with Nutella.

“What? No way. Just asking.” you shrugged.

“Y/n, uh…”

You looked around and spotted him. The corridors were now full of people who wanted to meet up during the longest break. He was standing with a group of boys and laughing. Looked great in simple dark jeans and a grey track jacket.

“Do you want to be by yourself all the time and just crushing at some guys? Look, if you would just talk to him…”

“No, please. Can’t hear you.” you opened your bag, took a book for literature out and pretend that you’re reading. Daisy just sighed and continued eating.

You were too shy to even think about the possibility of looking close up at him. Your friends were mostly done with your low self-esteem but they didn’t know your past experiences with boys. You usually didn’t tell them much about it because you felt embarrassed. You also sighed kind of answering your friend. These thoughts wouldn’t let you focus on the book at all.

“Sorry, Daisy… It’s just, you know, I can’t talk with boys” you said feeling guilty for being too harsh. She looked up. ”I don’t mean Julian, he’s a weirdo, right?”

“A little” she laughed. “But don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

You rolled your eyes. And oh, well today – you were going to do THE research about Kim Doyoung.

Monday wasn’t a likeable day for most of the students but it was for you. Monday was a day when after two days without seeing Doyoung you were finally able to do so. You almost knew his timetable by heart; found out that he has a band called Seven able and of course is popular. About three months had passed and you began to feel too much for this boy – a boy who you didn’t even know at all. Daisy was repeating herself all the time that he doesn’t have a girlfriend and probably doesn’t like anyone. The other friends were also nagging permanently. Them but also your trembling feelings propelled you to do something.

So this Monday was also special due to another reason – it was Valentine’s Day. For you, it meant just one thing – that you have a chance to express your feelings in a best-introverted way. It was hidden in a sky-blue envelope which then was hidden between Macbeth’s pages.

“So… you did it, Crybaby?” Julian asked, sitting next to you on the floor while you were waiting for the next lesson to start.

You looked at him with a crooked smile.

“Stop. Calling. Me. Like. That. And the answer is: yes.”

“Wooow, I’m proud of you. Actually, what did you write in that love letter?”

“Not much though. Only that I like him and his singing… you know and I’m sorry about saying this that way but I’m too shy.”

“Cute and how did you sign?”

“Didn’t. I mean… just wrote “girl from 1D”. I don’t expect anything, I just wanted him to know.”

Julian rolled his eyes. Math was about to start, it was your fifth lesson and you were wondering if he had got your letter already.

“Y/n!”

You were standing in the dressing room, scrolling through Spotify playlists you made and deciding what to listen to on your way home. When your name had been shouted you almost dropped your phone on the tiles.

“Daisy, oh my. Keep calm, can you?”

“Hi! I have news.” she run to you, smiling and immediately made a serious face. You were looking at her suspiciously as she started looking out. “Doyoung is in a band. I talked with him for a while and he said they’re having a little concert today. It’s a party for Valentine’s Day. Did you hear the other school is doing this party, right? So are you coming?”

You widened your eyes at her. She was talking so fast that you barely recorded her words.

“Wait up, honey. A party? You know I’m not into stuff like this, it isn’t a good plan.” you plugged headphones into the phone and popped on the coat.

“But he’s gonna be there, Y/n! That would be a perfect occasion to meet him without making something stupid. Just think about it and text me, a party starts at 6 pm.”

“Yeah, bye-bye. See you tomor- I mean later.” you left quickly. Daisy had one lesson more than you today and it meant there’s no chance she could convince you to go to that party. If you would be going home after school together she probably wouldn’t talk about anything else but this.

A few weeks after Valentine’s you again were standing in the dressing room, which was placed in the basement. It was Wednesday; Daisy wasn’t going home with you this day, she had vocal group practice. Fortunately, because you were tired enough of listening to her whining about you not going to that fabulous Valentine’s party. You put one arm into the sleeve and the music in your headphones stopped playing.

“Ugh, damn” you got down to lift your phone which had fallen out from your coat’s pocket and was playing kpop freaking loud.

“It’s Taemin, isn’t it?” the voice was unusual and unknown. You looked up and stood up immediately. A tall boy was standing in the centre of the room, you were squeezed between a wall and racks full of winter coats and jackets. He was looking at you patiently as you were trying to mute the music and take off headphones in chaos.

“Um… yes” you muttered and looked him in the eyes all nervous.

The boy standing a few meters in front of you was Doyoung. He smiled and approached you slowly as more people had walked into the dressing room. You regretted putting on a coat, your cheeks were probably burning on the finest fire right now.

“So do you like kpop?” he was standing exactly next to you, dressed in a black long midi coat and a black beret.

“Yes… um… You too?” could only imagine how stupid you should be looking right now not able to look him in the face because of embarrassment; you sighed to calm yourself a little.

“Hi, Kim!” this loud yelp belonged to Tiffany, obviously. You took your chance and looked up at him when his head was turning around. “Oh, Y/s, hello.”

You just waved as she stopped nearby and put your bag on. Why are you even here, couldn’t the ground just swallow you up and teleport to your home?

“What’s up? I’m late on my vocal practice, you sure don’t want to join us?” she was speaking loud and fast, you wondered if it annoyed him as much as you.

“No, thank you. We are leaving anyway.” he smiled while looking at you.

We? Like who? You smiled at him casually, at least you wished it looked like that. Tiffany came up to her stuff hanging carelessly somewhere, humming the same melody as ever.

“Can we go outside?” you nodded at his question, looking at his hands hidden in coat pockets.

“I’m sorry but is Tiffany your friend? I feel like I brassed her too much nasty…” he broke the silence while you were walking through the hall on the ground floor. The building was quiet at this hour, only a few people who finished lessons or were late for extracurricular classes were passing by.

“Tiffany? No, no, we just… we are in the same class.” really you were struggling while saying a few words at him? Y/n, please get your shit together!! You stopped right in front of the main door to the school building and sighed.

“I’m Y/n. I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself properly…” Doyoung was opening the door but stopped and turned around with a gummy smile.

“My bad, I didn’t also.” he laughed. You smiled like a dummy and thanked yourself for not calling him by the name randomly. “I’m Doyoung. It’s nice meeting you, I didn’t imagine finding here someone who likes kpop that way.” he chuckled and opened the door for you. “So which way are you going?”

“There, um… to the bus stop.”

“Okay, then I’ll walk you.” he smiled, oh God what he was so happy for? Because of talking to a stupid ass like you?

“But, um, it’s fine you don’t have to” what if Julian or someone from your class would be near this place and, oh dear, would say something embarrassing? “You’re not heading home?”

“I have some time until my mum will arrive here. She’s picking me up today. So don’t worry” he checked his phone and slipped it back into the pocket. “we can talk a little, Y/n.”

Hearing your name said by that voice of him made you even more stressed. Like is that even the same name? It sounded so unreal.

“So who do you listen to? When it comes to me, I only listen to Super Junior, Girls’ Generation, Shinee, EXO, IU…” he frowned “That’s mostly it”.

The weather was so fresh and cold. You almost felt like your hot cheeks are steaming. The sky was grey, full of wet clouds, the park outside school also looked somehow grey; bare old trees and alleys paved in wet autumn leaves which lost theirs beautiful bright colours. This sad-looking environment reminded you about the pink eyeshadow you put on this morning. Well thankfully, you put any make-up on.

“I know all of them but listen to Shinee and EXO… and I know some of IU’s songs. I like some other groups too”.

“Okay so let me add you on Facebook and we can text? Are you okay with that? You will send me your recommendations and I would mine?” you two stopped behind the bus stop. It was almost empty, only two elder women sit there chatting.

“Um, sure it’s totally fine. I have some playlists on Spotify that I can proudly share” you chuckled a little.

“I’m looking forward to listening then! Request sent. Ah, something is coming…”

You turned around, saw your bus and sighed. So that’s it.

“Right, so… I have to go. It was… really nice to meet you” you smiled shyly waving to him.

“You too, so see you tomorrow probably.” he smiled back again with this gummy smile.

The bus stopped and you came in, headphones left somewhere in your pocket. You tried to retrospect actually what happened, smiled to yourself but then shook your head. It was nice talking to him but what do you even expect? That’s it, enough. He won’t notice you the following day, right? You would message a little with each other and he would stop responding to you. Maybe he would find out about your crush at him because you’d make a clown of yourself. You sighed and accepted the request of the account you checked almost every day.

The next morning you went to a different bus to avoid coming to school with Daisy. You probably couldn’t speak with her like a normal person without blabbing about this awkward meeting with Doyoung. Sometimes – when you weren’t daydreaming – you were someone realistic. Until Doyoung and you wouldn’t have a proper conversation there is no need to tell anyone. If he would forget – you would feel like a fool. But with your friends knowing – you would feel and come over like a fool. Not that you weren’t feeling like one right now; dressed in a cute skirt just because maybe Kim Doyoung would recognize you and say ‘hi’.

Yesterday he didn’t text you about these playlists on Spotify and you also didn’t text him. It made you a little bit sad but you didn’t want to impose on him.

The first lesson was in the classroom right next to the entrance. While you were chatting with some girls from your class and Julian, he turned to you ‘oh, Doyoung’. You blushed and looked behind you. There he was in that classy black coat with headphones, heading to the dressing room. He almost disappeared behind a wall but at the same time looked up. You gasped seeing him taking a step back and looking at you with wide eyes. Oh, dear.

“Hi!” he waved and smiled.

Tiffany was always late in the morning so he’s obviously not waving to her. You waved back slowly while your face was probably in its hundredth phase of redness. He left you with that hand of yours hanging in the air.

“Hey, who’s that?” Nadia asked. You turned around and met your friends pending eyes. “I mean, I saw him a few times but… I don’t know”.

“What’s more what was that, Y/n? You like, waved to him?” Julian was looking at you suspiciously.

You blushed. Okay, you didn’t have any plan for a situation like that. You didn’t think it would happen so fast.

“Um, we just like talked once. That’s it”. Well, that was true so whatever.

“Oh, right!!! I saw him at that party on Valentine’s! Y/n, are you two close? I would really like to meet him”.

“Oh, just a simple talk?” Julian wasn’t content with your answer but you knew he wouldn’t fatigue you with too many questions. “Actually, Nadia she’s in love with him so don’t be so excited.”

The bell rang so none heard your intense and loud cursing at Julian.

After a few lessons, when your class had history, you got a message on Facebook from Doyoung. Five minutes passed from the beginning, the teacher – who was also an educator of your class and a very priss person – was about to pick someone to the oral answer. Everyone was stressed and quiet but not your phone. It vibrated loud af and you just HAD to blush. The teacher looked in your direction but it was Callum next to you who she decided to punish. Well, she was also absent-minded though.

‘Hi, Y/n. How are you? Would you have some time today to meet? Maybe during some break? @.@‘

‘Hi! I would be really happy to meet, are you free on lunch break, maybe?’

‘Sure thing! Let’s meet beside the library, see you.’

Callum got B so he wasn’t that mad. If she would ask you – F in all alphabets of the world. Maybe because yesterday you were doing nothing but listening to all of your Spotify’s playlists just to make sure they are good enough…

Right now you were stressing yourself out and waiting near the library. Fortunately, none asked where are you going to eat lunch today. But it didn’t mean that you couldn’t be spotted by some of your friends while spending the break with him. Well, whatever it literally is the least of your problems at this moment. More important is: how cringe would your first proper conversation come out.

He came with a friend who you didn’t company at all. He was even taller than Doyoung even though from your perspective Doyoung was like the tallest guy you had ever seen and talked to. He also was handsome and looked more muscular than Doyoung.

“Yo, I’m Johnny” he smiled and waved at you.

“We’re at the same class, I know Johnny for a long time actually. Our families were spending a lot of time together when we were younger.” Doyoung said after his friend left to spend the break with his friends outside.

It was really cute that he was telling you about his friendship with Johnny. Meanwhile, you went to a more quiet spot on the stairs and sat next to each other. Doyoung today was dressed in a flannel shirt not buttoned-up with a white t-shirt underneath, he also was wearing glasses.

“So… you’re from here?” you didn’t want to come up as some creep so you pretended that you know nothing at all.

“No, I moved here on holiday this year. But I know the city well because Johnny lives here and my grandparents too. I was spending here a lot of time when I was younger. Oh, and guys from my band are from here also…”

“Ah, you have a band?…” he looked at you “I mean, I remember you… when you sang at school assembly once” It wasn’t embarrassing much, you’re not gonna tell him that you literally cried because of his voice.

“Yes, that was me” he smiled “Our band is not a big deal, I just really like to sing and my friends like music too. So we play little concerts sometimes.” he made a pause “actually I’m surprised. I thought that people usually don’t listen to these songs at that kind of events.”

You widened your eyes and felt as if he caught you bang to rights.

“Um… I do. I like music very much so I always gladly listen to these people singing.” Well, that was true. It was also true that you didn’t hear anyone else singing that amazing at your school as him but it was too cringy to say. At least for now. He smiled and nodded.

“Speaking of music. Tell me something about your favourite kpop bands and can you send me these playlists right now?”

Your relationship with Doyoung was growing little by little. You mostly were spending time only at school, speaking about music, kpop stuff, lessons, exams and your mutual friends. Daisy and your other friends had no idea that someone like Doyoung likes kpop, so you transformed a little the story about your first meeting. Anyway, only Daisy had her suspicions that maybe you’re crushing on Doyoung because you didn’t want to tell anyone. And of course Julian was aware of that but he stayed quiet. At this moment you were sitting in your French and the teacher was talking about an exchange with some high school from France. Your school was supposed to host an event organized by your French teacher called ‘French days’.

“We will have some karaoke or vocal contest, do you know someone who could sing there? Tiffany, obviously you know some people.” your teacher was very excited as always.

Tiffany chomped once on her gum and looked at you.

“Doyoung, right? Maybe he can come with the band.”

You were looking at her surprised. Why is she even asking you?

“Who is Doyoung, girls, hm?” the teacher approached you “Just ask as many people as you can, the more the merrier.”

“Yes… I think he would like to sing with his band there” you said, “I can ask him”.

Tiffany smiled like she would get paralyzed. Definitely she had some problem with you being friends with Doyoung, because he was popular and you weren’t. Tiffany probably just thought that someone as famous as her should be friends with him instead of you.

At the next break, you bumped into Doyoung at the library. He was searching for Mansfield’s stories so you helped him.

“Hey, do you also maybe play concerts at school events as Seven able?” you spoke to him while you were leaving the room.

“Yeah, sometimes. If someone asks. But why?”

“Um.. you know I was wondering if you could sing here during these whole ‘French days’ or something? The teacher asked if we know someone who would like to take part in a music competition.”

“Sounds great, you know. I would like to show the band more, we’re not that famous. So every opportunity to present ourselves is good.”

“I would love to hear something. I don’t know any of your songs, you know?” you two sat next to each other on the floor outside one classroom which wasn’t crowded.

“Ah… I didn’t show you?” he smiled shyly “Well there is not much. But, hey maybe you would help me out and pick a song that we could play there?”

“Me?” you blushed “I’m, yes, sure, with delight.”

“Okay, let me just write it down…”

The next day you stayed after classes at school with Doyoung who brought his laptop to show you Seven able’s songs. You were sitting ‘behind grids’, the school was almost empty. After listening to all of these songs you handed him a small piece of paper with your favourite tracks.

“So, yeah, these two… I think I like them the most. I mean I like all of them but with these two I think you can show the most…” you smiled at him.

“Thanks, Y/n” he chuckled “I agree with you, I also like to sing demanding songs that can show my skills well”.

Fortunately, his band’s songs didn’t hit you such as his solo performance from November. You stayed calm and tried to focus. He trusted you and showed you every single song, even the ones that they didn’t play anywhere yet. Every song had a little history behind it, that he told you before playing it from their private channel on Youtube. It was probably the longest time that you spent together until now.

“I would take that” he folded the paper you gave him and slipped it into his trousers pocket.

The next few days Doyoung didn’t text you, you also didn’t meet him among classes. Once you sent him a link to a song that you thought he would definitely like and he just thanked you. Right before the weekend, you saw him while sitting with your friends outside, he was coming behind the school building with Johnny for their PE class. He only waved back at you but didn’t smile as he usually does at your presence. Something was not okay. You had no idea if something bad happened or he just hadn’t any free time to talk to you. Of course, you panicked a little that maybe it was your fault but you couldn’t think of anything that could cause that kind of his behaviour. You were thinking about it probably too much and was worried but tried to pretend everything is fine.

On Friday you were leaving the dressing room with Julian, you two were sometimes using the same bus when going home after school. Julian walked before you, stopped to let someone through the main door to the room and looked at you over his shoulder. Doyoung came in and looked straight into your eyes. It was so intense that you had to drop your gaze.

“Hello, Y/n” he broke the silence “Hi,” he said to Julian.

“Hi, Doyoung” you had no idea what you could say more to him. You were looking at the wall right behind him.

“I would like to talk to you one day, but not at school. Can we meet?” Doyoung brushed his hair.

“Yeah, sure. Any day is fine to me” you tried to look up at him and he was still staring at you without any blink. Well, something was definitely NOT okay.

“Good. I would text you later” he raised corners of his lips unnoticeably and walked inside the dressing room.

“Are we leaving, Y/n?” said Julian and touched your arm gently.

You nodded still looking at the same spot on the wall.

“Sorry,” you said after you left the school building “I spaced out a little”.

“Yeah. Is something wrong between you and him?”

“What? No, we just didn’t talk for a few days” you smiled shyly.

Julian only glanced at you and it was obvious that he didn’t believe your words. When you walked out of the bus your phone vibrated once and you almost jumped. Instinct didn’t disappoint you, the message was from Doyoung.

‘Do you have time tomorrow? We can meet in the town and go to some coffee shop.’

The weather was very beautiful on Saturday morning. You got dressed in a checked dress and put a subtle make-up on. It was like you were dressing especially for him, but you tried to look casual at the same time. You sat on the bench next to the Neptune’s fountain and waited for Doyoung. You came too early just to sit and calm yourself a little while waiting. Why he wanted to talk somewhere else than at school? It couldn’t be a date, like, who asks out on a date this way??? Did Tiffany say something to him about you, like some made-up rumours? You sighed and heard footsteps behind you. Doyoung stopped right next to the bench you were sitting on.

“Oh, hello” you got up “You came”.

“Hi, Y/n” he smiled a little “Didn’t you wait too long?” he was wearing loose white trousers and a dark-green polo shirt.

“No, just a while… The weather is nice today” you tried to break the ice; even though he was more laid-back than yesterday, you still felt some tension.

“Yeah… Y/n” he made a step closer to you “I’m sorry about these last few days, I had to think something over. That’s why I wasn’t contacting with you.”

“Oh… okay” you felt a few cold shivers running down your spine “Did I do something?” you chuckled nervously and looked him in the eyes, they were looking at you but much warmer than yesterday.

Doyoung smiled and looked away at some people walking by.

“I don’t know”.

“Um, well, so maybe we should go to ‘Scoop’? It’s the only legit place to go here, in my opinion” you tried to stay calm but his answer made you feel the opposite.

The place wasn’t much crowded, only a few people came to sit inside. Because of the great weather, most of them were spending time somewhere outside catching rays of the spring sun. Doyoung asked you what would you like to drink and said he’ll pay not giving you any time to protest. After a few small talks about recent situations at school descended an awkward silence and Doyoung became a little tense.

“Y/n, I guess it’s the time I need to ask you about something,” he said and drew something from his bag which was hanging on the chair he was sitting on. You froze when a sky-blue envelope was placed on the table right in front of you.

“Please, tell me. Did you write this?”

You were feeling numb and staring at the piece of paper not knowing what to do. Of course, lying wasn’t even an option, you literally couldn’t lie at all. But what you should say to him? You felt like being friends with him for these few months was quite a one big, fat lie right now. You didn’t even think about it that way earlier. But are you friends with him or you were just trying to be close to someone you like? Thinking about it at this moment – it was selfish and shady. What did you even think about your relationship? Secretly, you wished he would start liking you. You weren’t a bad person, right? You just wanted to be special for someone you cared for.

Slowly, you nodded still looking at his name written by your hand.

“When you gave me this note, where you had written titles of Seven able’s songs… I felt like this handwriting seems familiar. I couldn’t remember, you know. But one day I found this, I left it in my desk drawer.”

This damn note.

At that moment, the best way to stop this embarrassment, you thought, would be to run away. If only you wouldn’t feel like the heaviest rock on planet Earth right now.

“Look, Y/n. I had no idea that you feel this way. If only you would say something…”

“Sorry” was the only word you could think of saying then “I’m so sorry” you looked at your cup within mid-flow drank cappuccino. You got up from the chair with your hands propped up on the table, looked at Doyoung's disoriented face. “I just don't know what I was thinking”. You grabbed your bag and ran out of the café. When you stopped, you found out that you were in the middle of your way home. You forgot about the bus while walking so fast. 'Please, just let me be in the home bathroom' you thought, breathing heavily 'I need to have a good weep right there'. But it was a little too late, you felt something wet on your chin. At the same time, your phone started vibrating, you took a look around and Doyoung was nowhere to be seen. Well, only his name was – on your mobile phone’s screen. You were standing in one spot looking on your phone screen waiting for it to stop.

Next few weeks you barely saw Doyoung because that was your plan – not seeing him and not being seen by him. He was usually spending breaks near classrooms he had lessons so you knew where you shouldn’t spend yours. Of course, some random situations that you couldn’t control were happening. A few times you came across him at corridors but every time you tried to look away the fastest you can, feeling his intense gaze. You never went anywhere by yourself while walking through school corridors; you thought it would stop him from talking to you as if he would ever try to after what you did the last time you spoke. You tried not to think about your feelings. Obviously, you were sad and didn’t want to leave your relationship like that but you had no idea what to do.

Besides the ‘French days’ had already began and you were stressing over Seven able’s performance. Not everyone could go as an audience but you signed up for it to the teacher right after the schedule was announced. For this event, you wanted to be the best support for him you can be as a friend, even if he didn’t think about you as one anymore.

The karaoke contest was taking place in the same hall as the first Doyoung’s performance you had ever seen. You took a seat somewhere in the back not to be on display, the hall was almost empty because you were like half an hour early. You found links to these two Doyoung’s band songs you liked the most and listened to them while waiting. The next thing you knew, people overloaded the hall and your French teacher was announcing the first person and the rest of the participants in order of appearance.

The level of competition was average. Some people just came here to sing for fun, some else were well qualified and wanted to show their talent. The first place took some girl from France, Seven able took the second one. You got emotional again because of Doyoung’s singing but fortunately, you didn’t cry. Their performance was the best, but this girl was singing some sad song in French so they let her win. People from the podium were collecting the prizes, when it was Seven able’s turn Doyoung took the microphone.

“I would like to thank a friend who helped me with some preparations for this performance. I hope she’s happy with the result…” he smiled a little and suddenly met your gaze above everyone’s heads for the shortest crack.

You sat down on your chair, more like you collapsed on it.

“Wait,” you said to yourself out loud, none noticed because it was too loud. That’s your chance, you can just talk to him to congratulate him, right? That will be totally normal, it would even be rude if you wouldn’t! You grabbed your stuff and left the hall to wait outside. People started to leave the place, although they weren’t in a rush to go to their next lesson. Finally, right after a group of people, you noticed Doyoung standing at the door, he was holding it for Tiffany who was very excited and loud. He looked very elegant and casual in a navy cord shirt and beige loose trousers. You stood up from the stairs you were sitting on, the group passed by and Doyoung’s bandmates left the hall behind Tiffany. You chewed at your lip, damn, why didn’t realise there would be plenty of people around him right now.

‘Okay, Y/n, whatever. Your introverted ass needs to leave their comfort zone. If you won’t talk to him right now, you never would’.

“Hello, um…” you came closer to their group. Doyoung looked in your direction still smiling after a friend’s joke, his eyes grew bigger.

“Y/n! I’m so happy you came” he came up to you. Oh no, was he thinking that maybe you won’t come to their performance??? You felt so freaking bad.

“Of course I did, Doyoung” you gasped while looking up at him “um…”

“Guys, you have to meet Y/n. The one I told you about”.

Tiffany somehow disappeared. You shook hands with the three boys. They looked a little older than Doyoung, maybe they were going to college. You congratulated them and praised all of their songs, they thanked you for convincing Doyoung to join this karaoke competition.

“Doyoung…” you couldn’t wait any longer, not because your English started like 20 minutes ago but you felt like anxiety is about to rip the soul off your body if you wouldn’t speak to him in private “can I talk to you for a while?”.

“Sure but don’t you have a class or something?” he asked after you saw his friends off.

“Well, I do but I really need to talk” you looked him in the eyes. He wasn’t smiling at all right now, he looked serious.

“Okay then. How have you been?”

“Me? I, actually, you know, I missed you” you dropped your gaze and felt his hand on your head.

“Me too,” he said quietly.

“Doyoung, you thought I wouldn’t come? I’m so sorry, that I made you feel like this. I would come here no matter what, even if I would be locked in some mental hospital” you looked him in the eyes. His hand slipped off and stayed on your arm. He pulled your body in and hugged you softly. You weren’t that close like never. Your face started to burn, your arms mindlessly landed on his back which was so broad, you never noticed that.

“I don’t know why I run away that day… I was afraid of talking about my feelings, I guess” you said with your head pressed to his chest.

“Y/n, I’m sorry too. I thought that I should confront you, but I didn’t realise it’s hard for someone shy like you” he drew you apart from him.

You nodded not looking at his face.

“Hey, you are very late for your class right now, you should go”.

“Doyoung” you looked up “I know that I romantically like you. But I like you also as a good friend of mine, we have so much in common, right? You always care for me, you have the purest heart I know. So I mean… I like you but before that, I admire you for who you are as a human being” you were looking him in the eyes saying all of it without blinking. His face was obscure, but when you finished he smiled.

“I like you too, Y/n”.

“I know”.

“No, I have a crush on you”.

“You what?” He what?

He laughed.

“Doyoung! What are you talking about?” you frowned.

“Look,” he grabbed your hand “I like spending time with you and I think we should start going out”.

You widened your eyes.

“Wait, you mean like on dates?”

“Yes, silly” he chuckled and pressed your hand on his cheek. You looked up at him surprised by this lovely gesture. “You know, secretly, I’m very clingy.”

You laughed. “Me too but that’s not a secret”.

“I know! You are hugging with everyone but not with me!” he pouted.

You laughed again and moved your hand on his arm to hug him.

“Y/n? How our song make you feel today? Were you sad?” he asked out of the blue.

“What? Why?” you felt weird. There’s no way he would find out about your crying during that assembly in November.

“You wrote in that letter that my singing is making you very emotional, I was just curious. You can tell me, you know” he was looking at you expectantly with a smirk.

“Oh my, you want me to praise you so bad.” you chuckled “Well, it was deep. That’s why I wanted you to perform that one. It’s my favourite, I guess” you made a pause “and your voice is beautiful, you know that. It’s so beautiful it even makes me cry sometimes”.

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okay so, it’s my first ever finished fic, damn. it took me a lot of time but it’S DONE. so i’m just proud even though i feel cringe too. i would be very happy if you would like to share your thoughts about it. i’m sending love to everyone who would decide to read~~

#nctdoyoung #doyoung fluff #kimdoyoung #doyoung fic #doyoung scenarios #doyoung fanfic #nct fanfic #nct scenarios #doyoung angst #nct imagines #doyoung imagines #johnnysuh

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bigwhispersbluebird · 3 years

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BTS reaction when they are jealous (Hyung Line)

Author’s Note: I often read a lot of reaction based fics and realize that perhaps my take on it is a little different. So here it goes. Do tell me if you like it or agree or just anything. Also, I am new to this so excuse me for any mistakes. Thanksss

Warnings: None

Seokjin or Jin

He watched from far as a man in his 20s approached you from behind as you finished the call you had excused yourself to attend. Judging from your reaction, he concluded that you knew the guy. Even though he couldn’t hear a word, your comfortable laugh, the way you slightly hit his shoulder while talking and mimicked his body language, Jin felt a weird irk inside him.

Don’t misunderstand, Kim Seokjin was very confident about himself but there was a part of him that often wondered if he was enough. He might be handsome but there were more handsome people around. He was not the smartest or the most athletic and he came with a load of baggage. So much that he couldn’t cross the room to where you were standing and openly declare that you were his gorgeous and brilliant girlfriend.

His thoughts were intruded by the chime of his phone.

“You okay?”, your text read and he looked up to spot you a few tables away. The young stranger gone now and your eyes only on him.

“No. I am Jin”, he replied in his usual manner, trying to hide the truth, cracking the worst joke ever in the process and wincing at himself as soon as he sent it.

He watched as you laughed unabashedly as soon as you saw the screen, your eyes glistening and he realized that this laugh was just for him.

“You must be really in love with me if you laughed at that”, he sent and watched as you read and suddenly the same look overtook your face that he had seen on himself so many times when he was with you.

He only took his eyes off you when his phone chimed again.

“Of course. Who else would ever compare?”

Yoongi or Suga

This was getting annoying for him. Yoongi would call himself a pretty calm person especially after the ten years of life as an artist had made him immune to almost everything happening around him. But this was getting on his nerves.

You had walked into HYBE tonight and after just being at Genius Lab for a few minutes, you had asked about Do-Yan and went to seek him as soon as Yoongi told you that he must be in PDogg’s studio. Had it been a one time occurrence, Yoongi wouldn’t even have cared enough to think much into it but after this becoming a routine, he was over it.

Do-Yan was a talented young producer who was contracted for TXT’s new album. You were heavily involved in the A&R activities of BigHit Music and were actually the person who had discovered Do-Yan. In your perspective, he could be a great asset and while he was just here on a temporary basis, you wished to persuade him to sign him as a BigHit producer permanently. PDogg had agreed with you and now you both were on the task of convincing him to stay.

Unaware of this all, Yoongi decided to do something about the situation. As he typed the messages to the management team, he knew that this was very petty of him but he was beyond the point of caring right now.

The next time you asked him about Do-Yan, Yoongi did not look up from his computer as he said, “He has been moved”.

“What?”, you were shocked to say the least. “Moved? What do you mean moved?”

“He will be working with Bang PD directly now so he will be in the other building.”

“So, he signed the contract?”

Now Yoongi was getting agitated, “Why do you care so much?”, he had turned his seat around and was now only focusing on you. His tone was still calm but inside he was screaming.

Oblivious to the storm inside him you said, “Why wouldn’t I? He must have else he would not have said yes to that since...”, Yoongi was not even listening anymore.

“He did. I talked to the management myself and got him to say yes”, Yoongi said. His voice low and his back now turned to you. “You can move there as well if you want to see him and care about him so much”.

“You...but you didn’t know”, suddenly all the pieces fell into place in your mind and you scolded yourself mentally for not noticing it yourself.

“Yoongi”, you called out to him softly as you moved closer to his chair. “Jagiya”, you called again as you kneeled beside his chair, taking his hand lightly in yours.

“I just wanted him to join the company so I was spending most of my time on that. I am sorry that I did not clear it to you. I’ll make up for all the lost time now that you’ve got it done”.

Yoongi couldn’t even remember what he was angry about as you placed yourself on his lap, pulling him close to leave a gentle kiss on his lips.

After a while your phone rang and you announced that you had to go for a meeting. As you inched closer to the door, you remembered something and without even turning around you said:

“I can’t believe you got him moved”

You closed the door behind you but not before hearing his low chuckle.

Hoseok or J-Hope or Hobi

“I think Yeonjun and I should perform on something more sexy?”, you said with your eyes fixated on his face waiting for a reaction.

His eyebrows furrowed and then as if thinking about it, he immediately turned to you, nodding, “Yes, I think it will work great with both of your stage personalities”.

You were surprised. This was not the answer that you were expecting. You had hoped that he would get jealous like all those TikTok boyfriends.

But you were not going to be dejected so easily.

“Why don’t you help with the choreography?”, you suggested, a plan already forming in your head.

“Y/N, I would have been offended had you not asked me”, he said as he showed off his gorgeous smile.

After a few days when you three started working on the performance, you tried to make Hobi jealous. You would suggest even more suggestive moves but he would just think about them and excitedly agree to them or politely decline saying how it does not fit with the steps.

He would watch as you danced, concentrated and focused, but unwavering.

After weeks of this charade, you grew tired and when Yeonjun excused himself to leave for a music show you exasperatedly sighed in front of Hobi who was monitoring the recently shot dance practice video of yours.

“I don’t think you even care about me”.

“Huh?!”, Hobi was bewildered. “What?!”

“Yeah, you don’t care if I go throw myself in someone else’s arms”, your voice was loud in the empty dance studio. You lowered it again, “you don’t care”.

“Y/N”, Hobi was now closer to you, looking straight into your eyes. “I care. I care a lot. I care that this performance is amazing because this is a great opportunity for you. I care that your steps show exactly how good of a dancer you are. I care and that is why I would never let anybody else do it instead of me”.

You were surprised. This was not what you were looking for but it was a pleasant difference.

“And I would care if it was not a performance. I would, I do care if anyone even looks at you in the wrong way but I would never take it out on you. I want you to be able to perform without worrying what I would take it as. I want you to be loved by everyone in the audience”.

His arms slowly snaked around your waist and under your sweatshirt, “just not the way that I do”.

Namjoon or RM

Namjoon had watched you the entire night, his eyes refusing to leave your figure as you rushed around the venue making sure everything was perfect.

It was the last concert of the tour and you as the tour manager were adamant on making it memorable and smooth. Double-checking everything, you finally allowed yourself a moment of peace as you saw your boyfriend rehearse his performance for Trivia: Love.

Namjoon locked eyes with you, smiling and rapping his lines as if talking to you. Suddenly, you felt the weight of something on your shoulders and you looked away from the stage realizing that it was your assistant, Alan, who had just covered you with his jacket. You smiled gratefully as he extended a hand holding your coffee.

“You should rest for a while before we meet back for sound check”, he suggested and you looked at your watch to see that he was right. Tonight was going to be hectic and a power nap was definitely needed.

You had not even realized that the stage was now empty and the leader was standing right by your side. His eyes were not on you, but on the man now sitting beside you, glancing at his jacket on your shoulders.

Shrugging the jacket off, you asked, “Are you done? Any issues?”.

Not answering your question, Namjoon kept staring at Alan and you felt bad for the poor guy. You asked again and this time Namjoon’s lips turned into a smile, “None, jagiya”. Jagiya?!

Now you were the one staring daggers at him but he did not waver. Instead, with the same smile plastered on his lips, he took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders, pulling the zipper closer together as he made his way to where Alan was sitting. Alan immediately got up, excusing himself and vacating the seat that now your boyfriend occupied, his hand reaching across your shoulder to pull you into him.

You resisted.

“ ‘Jagiya’. Really?! Really, Namjoon?”

He just smiled at that, genuinely this time. “Come on, you know I lose all calm when it comes to you”.

“Calm and senses, both”, you murmured as he laughed and pulled you closer and you let him, closing your eyes and resting before work would call you again.

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btsbling · 3 years

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— Chocolate Syrup — Kth

🍒 pairing: Taehyung x reader

🍒 genre: sugardaddy!au, fluff, relationship!au

🍒 warning: smut, daddy!kink, breeding, unprotected sex (stay safe), foodplay

🍒 summary: When he asks you to become his

🍒 w/c: 2.54k

The sound of the elevator rang through the hallways as Taehyung stepped out. Loosening his tie, while the other held onto his suit jacket and phone. He sighed and stretched his neck as he walked through the corridor to his luxury penthouse.

It was another tiring day, the office was buzzing, non-stop calling and meetings. Yet another day of fun filled signings of new business ideas.

Taehyung combed through his hair, he could finally take a breather when the clock striked twelve. He was finally done for the day and longed to rush back to his penthouse for, someone special.

He’d never thought he would ever admit it. But he had found a place for you in his heart. It was never supposed to be something long-term. Only for its short-term benefits that would provide him with immense feelings of satisfaction.

Taehyung had met you, fatefully, under the dim lights that slightly lit the bar. He had a meeting with one of his associates there. He didn’t understand why or how, but the way your eyes glimmered as you conversed with the customer in front of you, your actions while making drinks, captivated him. Everything about you, attracted him like bees to honey.

The pull he felt towards you was indescribable and he felt his eyes resting onto you whenever he got distracted which was, frequently. You weren’t dressed as scandalous as the performers on stage, but neither were you conservative. He couldn’t see anything behind the bar, but your shirt was a tight fit and provided him with enough cleavage, making his dick grow tighter in his pants.

But after the meeting, he had realised you were long gone, another bartender replacing you. He immediately felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. He went back home, asking his assistant to get more information about you.

It was then the beautiful chapter of you and him bloomed. When he had asked you to be his sugarbaby, after a few weeks of sitting at the bar and getting to know you better, you were genuinely surprised.

You were never opposed to the idea of being someone’s sugarbaby, but from someone like Kim Taehyung? That was something you’d never expect.

Kim Taehyung. Multi-millionaire living in the state of Korea. He was young, Greek god looks and a voice that could literally send you chills down your neck. In a good way of course. The way he stood, the way he stared at you made you feel the butterflies fluttering around your belly. It came as a surprise to you, he was kind, approachable and caring. Over the weeks of getting to know him from serving him at your bar, he would always remember to ask about your day, if you had eaten, and made sure you had a safe trip home.

When he approached you with the idea of being his sugarbaby, it took a few days to make a decision. Being his meant a possibility of having your identity talked about in the media like the next hot tea. But it wasn’t a bad idea. You were desperately trying to survive of two part-time jobs and having to pay for your apartment rentals and the medical fees of your sick grandmother.

In conclusion, your decision was something you would never regret.

In the beginning, it was definitely abit awkward, considering the fact that you were a naturally conservative person who wasn’t used to someone buying branded items for you or spending that much money either.

But Taehyung made sure you were comfortable with it and you grew used to seeing branded goods being sent up to your new luxury apartment, as well as a new car. It was never-ending, Taehyung spoiled you like you were his princess.

The two of you had grown extremely close, considering you guys spent much more time in his penthouse. Every night or even day if he ever had a break, was a new sex adventure in a different corner of the house. Sofa? Kitchen table? Windows? Every single place.

He was a literal greek god. Chiseled abs, toned muscular arms that held you firmly as he thrusted into you. His moans were like sounds made by an angel and the way he fucked you, made you even more happy that you accepted his offer.

Taehyung would be lying if he said that he hadn’t gotten used to your presence. Immense happiness would fill his chest with a warm feeling whenever he awoke to the sight of your beautiful face, figure curled and snuggled into his chest. He would take the time to enjoy the sunrise if he had woken up early, hand brushing softly through your hair and leaving light feathery kisses on your face and neck.

It was the best feeling in the entire world, watching as the sky turned into a canvas that was painted with a variety of warm colours. It was a sight to behold. But it was nothing compared to you.

Memories of the night before, where the two of you just cuddled in the bed, his cock stuffed into your warm pussy, sharing stories about your day before falling into deep sleep soon after. Cock warming would have to be one of his favorite cuddle positions.

His heartbeat slowed to a comfortable pace. He felt at peace with you in his arms, as he looked out into the windows.

Taehyung couldn’t live without you.

It was a scary thought, given the fact that he never would’ve imagined falling in love with you over the year you guys spent together as Sugardaddy and sugarbaby.

But he got over it, you were worth it. Even with your hair in a mess, and a small drool dripping from your face, you were still the most gorgeous woman he had ever met. Not only that, you had the kindest of heart, always checking up on him, buying him good health products with your own money and even preparing home cooked meals for him.

Taehyung glanced down at you, a big smile gracing his face. He was staring at his sweetheart. The only person he could love with all his heart for the rest of his life.

Taehyung could only hope that you felt the same way as he did, even if you didn’t, he would’ve chased after you until you told him to stop.

He loved you more than anything.

and he couldn’t lose you.

He placed his shoes neatly, knowing how much you hated when he threw them without any care in the world.

“Babe?” he called out for you from the kitchen as he made a beeline for the cold, refreshing water in the fridge. As he turned around, he saw you cuddled up with a blanket on the sofa, a book loosely hanging from your hand while you slept in Taehyung’s hoodie.

Taehyung’s heart swelled, knowing that you had stayed up to wait for him. he sat on the sofa beside you, brushing your hair and leaving kisses on your face before you woke up.

“Tae? wha-what’s the time?” you asked groggily, which Taehyung found to be extremely adorable.

“Come on Honey, let’s get your sweet ass into bed. It’s one am” You had no energy to respond, only managing a small nod before you were lifted into Taehyung’s hard chest. His familiar smell making you snuggled closer into the crook of his neck.

Taehyung gently placed you on the bed, covering you with the comforter before taking a quick shower and joining you in bed.

He lifted the duvets before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You eyes were closing by the second. Taehyung gave you a kiss, gentle and sweet, taking his time to savor his favorite moment of the day.

“I love you so much” he mustered up when your eyes closed fully. Taehyung stared at you before kissing your forehead and taking a whiff of your shampoo that he absolutely adored. “i hope you’ll say yes baby” he mumbled, before joining you in dreamland almost immediately

You awoke to the sunlight peeking through the windows and the heavenly smell of pancakes. Stretching out a yawn and sitting up, you smiled, thinking of how perfect everything was. Although you knew it wasn’t going to be like this forever, at that moment, it seemed like happiness would be eternity.

With that you cuddled back into the blankets only to be dragged by taehyung as he chuckles at you.

“Babe wake up, i made pancakes” he whispered to you, carrying you and placing you on his lap like a baby. Taehyung placed a kiss on your lips before smiling cutely at you.

You shook your head and pouted cutely, knowing full well he would give in and feed you in bed. Taehyung groaned before pushing you playfully, heading towards the door while you laughed.

You quickly washed up and as you were coming out of the fancy bathroom, your jaws dropped at the scene in front of you, your eyes welling with tears.

Presents from different expensive brands, shoes, bags, flowers and balloons. A pack of your favorite candy, Hershey kisses on the bed and he held a plate of pancakes while waiting for you in bed.

“Tae...what’s all this?” your voice almost broke as you quickly strolled to his side. He set the pancakes on the bedside table and quickly pulled you to sit on his lap. His face had a slight red hue as he nuzzled into your neck nervously. “i er” Taehyung mumbled before take a deep breathe, turning your face towards him.

“Y/n L/n, you genuinely complete my life” he chuckled, booping you on the nose. “Baby, you’re the one i want to see whenever i wake up in the morning, the one i want to greet whenever i reach home. I want to do things just to make you happy and see your beautiful smile.” As he said that, you smiled widely.

“I know this wasn’t supposed to develop into a deep relationship but i can’t help it. You’ve made me fall, so deep in love with you sweetheart” He whispered, holding your chin and placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Be my girlfriend, move in with me. We can write a new chapter. I just want everyone to know that you’re mine, as much as i’m yours, officially” The tears you were holding in, finally slid down your cheeks as you nodded frantically and turning to hug him as tight as you could.

Taehyung wiped away your tears, smiling as he was trapped from beneath you. Unconsciously, you grinded softly on his manhood, feeling his rod perk even though he had already taken a cold bathe to calm himself down.

His moans motivated you as you sat upright, grinding harder onto his clothed manhood. His large hands radiating heat as he rubbed your hips from the sides before grabbing the ends of his t-shirt that you were wearing and pulled it over your shoulders and head.

“So beautiful, my angel”

His actions left you completely bare except for your panties that barely covered your pussy lips. Taehyung captured your lips in a hurry, but it expressed the passion and heat he was feeling.

His experienced hands maneuvered its way to your nipples, massaging them and he broke away from your kiss to suck on one of them. You unconsciously pushed him closer to your breasts, the immense pleasure overtaking you.

“T-tae please”

“Tell Daddy what you want hmm” he hummed, his lips leaving your breasts and instead sucking onto your neck like you were his next snack.

You were breathless, your pulse racing, you damn well feel the wetness pooling in your panties beneath you.

“w-want your dick please” you almost screamed out as his fingers pulled your panties aside and inserted three fingers in one go.

“So wet for me already baby? Bet i could slide my cock right inside of you easily. But first” Taehyung whispered. “Daddy’s going to enjoy himself”

he reached towards the bedside table, grabbing the choco syrup bottle that he left, and squirting it all over your chest and thighs.

Taehyung continued to finger you as he licked the syrup off your body. Your spine arched to meet his tongue.

“Moan out my name baby” Taehyung demanded, his thumb rubbing on your core, edging on your orgasm.

His fingers and tongue wonders for you and soon your toes were curling and your eyes were rolled back, screaming as you came on Taehyung’s fingers.

Taehyung groaned as he slid his fingers out of you and licked your juice, humming as he did so. “Sweeter than syrup” he smirked.

You were breathless, chest heaving up and down. Taehyung took out his dick from the sweatpants he were wearing. You licked your lips as the delicious sight of his erect cock made you even wet than before.

Taehyung slid down your soaked panties slowly, before pressing his face towards your wet cunt and taking a swift lick.

“you’re so damn delicious babygirl” licking his lips as he aligned his cock with the entrance of your pussy, prepping your already wet pussy with his precum

“P-please tae, put it in me” Taehyung smirked

“What’s my name babygirl” Taehyung demanded

“T-taehyung” you whimpered out, feeling his head sliding in and out quickly.

“No baby, what’s my name” He asked again

“D-daddy please” screaming as he entered with one big thrust

Taehyung’s hands held your hips as thrusted harder and harder. You moaned with each thrust as you felt his big cock stretching you out. “You look so sexy, beneath me, taking my cock like the good girl you are” Taehyung breathed out.

He watched your breasts bounce as he thrusted harder into you, watching your face contort into full pleasure as he hit your g-spot.

“Right there d-daddy, right there” you screamed, ready to release.

Taehyung groaned as he changed his angle, sliding into you deeper and harder. “I’m coming babygirl, cum with daddy”

“Give me your milk daddy please, use me, cum in me. I’m on the pill, please i need your cum” You cried out, Taehyung moaned at your dirty talk, loving how it sounded coming out of you.

After a few more thrusts, you came first, milking his cock and after helping ride out your high, Taehyung came afterwards, filling you with his hot cum, thick spurts releasing in you. Your chest heaved up and down, as Taehyung collapsed tiredly onto you, his face nestled in your soft breasts.

He pulled the blanket over the two of you, resting on his forearms to stare lovingly at you. Taehyung smiled softly, loving the after-sex glow and the soft sunlight that made you look more like an angel. You smiled tiredly at him, brushing away his bangs and gently rubbing his cheeks. Your smile widening as you felt him nuzzle into your soft touch.

“i love you so much Kim Taehyung, and i’ll be so happy to be your girlfriend” you whispered Taehyung grinned before standing up and carrying you princess style to the bathroom.

“I love you as much as i loved the breakfast session i just had” he grinned mischievously

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saintobio · 3 years

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pov: he’s a racer and you’re the finish line. (3)

↳ oikawa tooru/reader (feat. miya atsumu)

summary. driven by the thrill of illegal street racing, an esteemed racer from Miyagi shows up and makes a tough bet against your abusive boyfriend in exchange for you.

genre. angst/fluff, action, street racer au

cw. illegal street racing, mentions of physical and sexual abuse, mentions of past suicide, reference to substance abuse (drugs), strong language, gambling, guns, violence (please read at your own discretion)

notes. it got hella dark in here lol i am sad but also excited to post the final part!! thanks so much for reading this street racer oikawa short fic i rly hope u guys enjoyed it <3 i might consider a lighthearted suna spinoff to this series :>

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Kim didn’t get the chance to tell you about ‘Isabel’ because Tooru came out of the bathroom just before she was going to give you the answer you wanted.

You believed talking about Isabel was something they avoided in this house, otherwise Kim wouldn’t have hesitated to tell you everything about her in front of Oikawa. You couldn’t measure if it was something to worry about and you certainly wouldn’t want to know that you were stepping on someone else’s heart in exchange for Tooru.

Isabel couldn’t possibly be his current lover, right?

You waited for your chance to hear the full story, patiently and respectfully, even though you could see that Kim wanted to tell you then and there. If not for a busy day ahead of her, you would’ve had the time and space to be alone to talk about it.

However, now wasn’t the perfect time. They had to be at their automotive garage to run their business and accommodating your concerns were the least of Kim’s priority right now.

“Seijoh Auto Repair Shop,” you read out the signage as you hopped out of Oikawa’s Nissan R34 Skyline. “You guys tune cars?”

He nodded, walking inside the garage while holding your hand. “Vehicle modifications and customizations. We also do repairs for exhaust systems, transmissions, and all that,” he answered, pointing towards an Auto Parts shop across the garage. “You see that over there, baby? That’s where I get all the high performance parts. Street racers in Miyagi would go there to get whatever I have under the hood and then they go here for mods.”

As impressed as you were, you also remembered to point out his Skyline that looked exactly like a replica of Paul Walker’s car. “Let’s talk about your R34 Skyline, Mr. Fast and Furious geek. Did you purposely customize your car just like Brian’s?”

“You got me.” He let out a faint chuckle before urging you to sit on top of a table where Mattsun’s huge toolbox was laid out. Tooru stood in between your legs and placed his hands on your thighs. “It’s cool, right? That bad boy’s not cheap, either. It’s got a higher market value after the movie came out and I exhausted all the money I earned from street races to build the exact specifications. It’s hard earned, that’s why it’s my favorite car.”

“I wonder what’s under the hood,” you innocently pondered, thinking about the exact modifications that he did on his engine.

The corner of his lips lifted into a sly smirk and you could see his eyes briefly checking out your body before looking back at you. “I’d prefer to see what’s on top of the hood.”

You blushed at the memory of the previous night’s steamy sex on top of his McLaren Senna. There was no way in hell you could ever look at the car and not be reminded of that night.

Tooru was about to kiss your lips until the crew’s footsteps and loud teasing had distracted you two.

“Okay, sweethearts. This isn’t a motel,” Kim commented in good humor, stopping in front of a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IX that was currently under repair.

Mattsun followed shortly, opening his toolbox beside you with an amused smile. “Where were you two last night?”

Makki showed up, grinning before he did his best imitation of you, “A-Aaah, Tooru! Mmh.. Yes, yes faster!”

“Oh my god! Stop,” you squealed, hiding your embarrassed face on Oikawa’s neck.

Your guy, however, was laughing along. “Shut up, Makki. I bet my ass you jerked off to us.”

“Disgusting!”

You were partly grateful when Iwaizumi came to end the teasing as he delivered another news that quickly took the crew’s interest. “Hey, I was just at the auto shop and guess who ordered a Magnaflow xMOD in time for Friday’s race?”

“Your mom?” Hanamaki joked which earned a middle finger from Iwaizumi.

“Semi Eita,” he confirmed, turning to Oikawa who remained unbothered.

“Fuck that guy, bro,” he merely said as he leaned his back against your chest. “He’s just gonna end up losing to me either way.”

Kim sniggered while wiping her hands with a towel. “What car you gonna use this Friday, baby?”

Oikawa shrugged as if it was obvious enough. “Skyline.”

You didn’t mean to chime into their conversation but you thought that your idea could help, “Why don’t you use the Senna?” you asked naively.

The guys laughed at what seemed like a funny proposition and Tooru leaned in to kiss your cheek as a response. “You’re cute,” he stated. “But no one’s gonna take me seriously if I show up in an expensive ass car, baby. It’s underground street racing, not Formula One circuit.”

You ended up pouting because you didn’t have any fucking idea about it. Back in Hyogo, they simply did street racing for fun but they seemed to take the whole street racing scene more seriously here in Miyagi. It was definitely a huge change of atmosphere.

Tooru pecked your lips to erase your silly pout. “Come watch Friday’s race. I’ll win one for you again.”

Oikawa’s crew was vastly different from the Atsumu’s crew and some of the main differences were easily noticeable through their bond. With Oikawa’s crew, they were more chaotic but highly experienced with automobiles. Atsumu’s crew, on the other hand, were more relaxed and the only people that were causing the chaos were the Miya twins.

You loved two groups of people equally, but now that you lived with them and was basically part of Tooru’s crew, you learned to appreciate the great company they offered you. They gave you a warm welcome and treated you like a family right away, despite being with them for only a couple of days. It felt nice to finally belong somewhere where you weren’t being disregarded or treated like dirt by one or two people. For them, anyone Oikawa liked, they also liked.

It was on a Thursday night, which was the night before the race, when you finally had the chance to be alone with Kim on the balcony of Oikawa’s house. The guys were downstairs playing videogames so you were assured that no one would bother you two.

She was drinking a cold Corona beer while looking at the stars in deep thought and you took this opportunity to bring up the question that had been lurking inside your head for days.

“Kim,” you called for her attention, which she immediately gave. “About Isabel?”

Her eyes quickly recalled the last conversation you two were in. “Right, well—”

“Sorry if I seem so nosey or anything,” you explained beforehand, just in case. “I’m just really curious ‘cause I don’t wanna find out that I’m Tooru’s sidehoe or something.”

Kim found humor in it. “No, you’re fine. I would’ve been curious, too.”

Silently, you were wishing that you weren’t going to end up hurt with what she was about to say.

“Isabel was his girlfriend for six years,” Kim explained. “But he’s been in love with her more than that.”

Yup, that definitely hurt. You couldn’t even understand why there was a pang of jealousy creeping in your chest because it was just unacceptable for you feel that way. It wasn’t like you and Oikawa could magically fall in love after a few days, even if you were easily and strongly attached to him, you had to know your place.

“Where’s she now?” you silently asked.

She exhaled a deep sigh. “You’re gonna be shocked but... she ended her life two years ago. Her uncle, he physically and sexually assaulted her and the trauma she went through eventually made her commit. Oikawa didn’t find out about it until a week after she died. She never told anyone about the abuse ‘cause she was scared.”

It almost felt like your heart dropped to your stomach after hearing about what the poor girl went through. At the same time, your heart was hurting at the puzzle pieces that were slowly coming together as a whole.

“God, I’m telling you Oikawa was so enraged after that. None of us could talk to him because he was angry at the world—at the fact that he didn’t get to do anything to spare Isabel’s life and the fact that her demon uncle ran away instead of rotting in jail.” Kim’s eyes reflected the pain that she was feeling for Oikawa because she had been around him longer than you could imagine. She had seen it all. “You know, the reason why Oikawa would drive across Japan, from town to town, isn’t just because of street racing.”

Your eyes locked with hers. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is, Isabel’s uncle is still hiding somewhere across Japan and Oikawa made it his lifelong goal to search for him,” she explained, pausing to give you a few seconds to fully understand it. “Oikawa’s trying to find his traces and he vows to kill the guy with his own hands. He wants to avenge Isabel’s death.”

You were left extremely shocked at all the information you were hearing. You truly, truly did not expect that it was this serious. It was difficult to imagine how much resentment Tooru had inside of him because you thought losing his dad was already the peak of his pain. He also lost his soulmate, his one and only, in an exceedingly brutal way.

“It’s sad and scary, right?” she asked, looking up at the night sky. “Isabel was such a beautiful girl. She’s extremely gorgeous, so kind, so gentle. You know those types of girls that just makes you speechless on the first look? She looks like an angel, to be honest. Oikawa and her were the perfect match and we all supported their relationship because they were really each other’s soulmates. Unfortunately, it just ended tragically for both of them.”

You fell silent, listening to her words while admittedly feeling an ache growing deep down. Inside your head, you could picture him out with the girl he loved with all his heart and thought of the should’ves and could’ves if she was still alive.

“Maybe that’s why Oikawa’s wrapped around your fingers.” Kim then turned her head back at you. “Because you kinda look like her.”

Actually, you realized it wasn’t just that.

When Oikawa saw you for the first time, he also witnessed the abuse you were going through with Atsumu and it must have struck a nerve on Tooru’s desire to act as a hero to the abused. He saw Isabel through you and he thought that saving you would give him a sense of comfort. You reminded him of Isabel with what you were going through and it was the only reason he even pursued you.

You were simply going to live off of her shadow and as much as it hurt, it was the raw and hard truth.

Tooru noticed your sudden odd behavior when you woke up that morning and scooted away from his warm hug. He thought, maybe you were just having a bad day, but even until the night of the race came, you had been silent on your own as if there was a battle going through your head.

Call it rash or whatever, but he did care about you more than he ought to. You were like a magnet, a gravity with a force strong enough to keep him attached. He barely knew you other than the stories you told him, but it did feel like he’d known you for so long.

“Wanna hold my hand?” he asked affectionately as he parked the car along the parking space for tonight’s race. Makki and the organizers managed to close down the street for tonight’s race while the cops were busy involving themselves on a homicide case in the city.

“I’m fine.” You avoided his gaze when you got out of the car and he figured that something was wrong. Were you missing that blond toolbag from Hyogo? Were you homesick? Those were his theories. However, he saw you smile for the first time today when a familiar guy with dark middle-parted hair came to greet you. “Suna!”

“Hey! I almost lost my way,” the guy immediately ranted after embracing you. “How are you? I got your stuff in the car.”

As a man, it was natural for Oikawa to stand behind you and claim his territory. He knew Suna was only a good friend, but the guy was still loyal to Atsumu so he was only being cautious.

“I can’t believe you drove all the way here,” you said, apologetically. “I really missed you and the guys!”

“We miss you, too.”

“Sup, bro.” Oikawa offered Suna a manly handshake that he soon returned. “You should join the race tonight. We got a four-man quarter mile race and we need one more racer to fill the slot.”

Suna seemed delighted. “What’s the bet?”

“Maybe fifteen grand,” Oikawa casually answered. “Or a pink slip, whichever works.”

“Man, pass. I don’t have enough cash,” the guy chickened out. “Next time.”

Oikawa simply grinned. “That sucks, bro. I’d want to see your GT86 doing god’s work.” He later moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and leaning in to kiss your temple. Thankfully, you didn’t move away from his touch.

Suna noticed the affection with a surprised look. “Are you guys, like, dating?”

“I don’t know,” Oikawa teased, looking at you. “What’cha think, baby? I think we’re dating.”

You shook your head, but still let him intertwine his fingers with yours. “Too early to say.”

“Dude, as long as you treat her right, I support it.” Suna shared a look between him and you.

Your attention was shortly diverted when the three of you heard the sound of an engine violently revving nearby. It was followed by a loud bass-boosted song Pump It Up playing from the stereo and you realized that it was Iwaizumi’s dark green Subaru BRZ.

He parked his car next to Oikawa’s and got off with Kim greeting everyone enthusiastically.

“Hey, guys.” Kim quickly saw Suna and offered her hand. “Hey, baby. I’m Kim!”

“Kim, stop calling everyone ‘baby’,” Iwaizumi scolded before greeting the new guy. “Hajime. Nice to meet you.”

“Suna,” the guy responded in the same friendly manner.

You were the one who introduced the guys to him just so he had an idea about the acquaintances that you’ve made in Miyagi. “Kim and Iwa are in Oikawa’s crew,” you paused, seeing the other two. “That’s Makki and Mattsun, also in the crew.”

Oikawa was visibly confused, just as you were, when he saw Makki’s girl cousin looking at Suna in utter shock.

“Sunarin, what the fuck?”

“Yo, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“You tell me, bitch.” The girl crossed her arms. “You following me?!”

“Holy shit,” you muttered in amusement, realizing that it was the girl from Suna’s neighborhood. First of all, what, where, and how was she in Miyagi?

“You’re the one following me, the fuck?” Suna retorted in grave denial. “I was here for Y/N, not you.”

“I’m here to visit my cousin for the weekend,” she clarified with an eyebrow raised. The whole crew found it hilarious how the two seemed to hate each other so much. “Makki, don’t tell me this loser’s gonna race tonight.”

Tooru immediately dismissed. “Nah, he’s not. You could, though.”

Makki’s younger cousin huffed. “No way, I’m just gonna lose to you.”

“Don’t embarrass me with that lack of self confidence,” Makki told her before looking at the crew leader. “Hey, Tooru O’Conner. I got word we can start the race in ten. Semi’s here and two other guys also filled the spot.”

With excitement filling his veins, Oikawa lifted your chin and made you stare at his caramel eyes. “Ride with me.”

They changed the route to a 1km stretch because Oikawa complained about the quarter mile being way too easy for him. His opponents simply went for whatever he wanted because they were only racing to beat him in the first place.

Your grip on the seatbelts were tight the moment the flagger yelled ‘go’ and Tooru had immediately stepped on the accelerator at the signal. The sound of the turbo got deafeningly loud when the four cars sped off the road with people cheering on the sideline. Kind of suprising how Oikawa ended up tailing behind a burgundy Toyota Supra MK3 with white race stripes. Apparently, the said car was driven by a guy named Semi Eita and he appeared to be a skilled driver.

Although Oikawa was only second in the lead, he was calm and collected while he shifted his gears with full focus. You realized how different he was from Atsumu because the latter would have already been cursing or yelling angrily. Meanwhile, Tooru simply manned the steering wheel with one hand and held the gearshift on the other. The muscles on his forearm were flexing with each precise movement but you paid more attention to the way he was licking his lower lip with a smirk.

“Watch this,” he said, oversteering the car and losing traction but still managing to control it as he drifted on the corner. He was drifting in a complete 90 degree angle, passing his opponents with a smug face. “Yeah, boy!”

Your lips formed a small smile at how cool your ‘boyfriend’ looked while he did that.

The Supra caught up when both cars entered a narrow street and you were kind of nervous at how close the car was from you. “Oh my god, Tooru,” you muttered, holding your breath.

“It’s okay, baby.” He quickly grabbed your hand and made you grip the gearshift—he was doing it so he could hold your hand while he drove off. “Nice body kit, bro.” He took a good look at Semi and gave him a playful wink before he skillfully turned to the left.

More tire-screeching sounds, more engines roaring.

At one point, a neon green Mitsubishi Eclipse had almost collided into Oikawa’s rear end which essentially caused his distraction. He was annoyed by this and had made you tighten your grip on the gearshift as he bumped the car with his sideframe. The Eclipse skidded to the side and completely lost its control.

“You’re so mean,” you told him when you saw him grinning at the unfortunate fate of the Eclipse.

“Baby.” He glanced at your eyes and then to your lips before watching the road again. “If I win tonight, can you give me head?”

You suppressed a chuckle, shaking your head at his silly request. “If you win. The Supra just utilized his NOS.”

Oikawa watched Semi’s arrogant smirk on display when he drove past him after acquiring more speed with the Nitrous Oxide. You figured that maybe the Grand King would be dethroned tonight, but he thought otherwise.

“Too soon, bro,” Tooru confidently claimed, glancing at his speedometer and flipping some switches but you had no idea what purpose they had. Once again, he drifted towards the last turn before his car increased into a superb speed.

Guess you were giving head tonight.

Oikawa kissed you in front of everybody after he won the race and yet, people still surrounded him, particularly the girls as they all vied for his attention. It didn’t bother you because you didn’t really feel like you were Oikawa’s real girl, but a simple prize. A trophy. Just like how you were to Atsumu.

The night was still young and the cops were nowhere in sight. Due to this, they decided to do one more race with Iwaizumi’s participation this time.

Oikawa, acting as a supportive best friend, was busy hyping him up just before the race would start and you took that opportunity to take a quick bathroom break.

“Where you going?” Suna asked while seated on the hood of his car.

“I’ll be back,” you assured, making your way to the nearest convenience store you could find.

You ended up finding one just across the street and the lady from the counter was nice enough to let you use the bathroom. When you got outside, she gave you a look of recognition as if she knew exactly where you came from.

“Street racer?” she inquired.

You smiled and shook your head. “No, just came to watch.”

“Oh, did Oikawa win again?”

Her question surprised you. “You know him?”

“Everyone knows him,” she answered. “He used to come here with his girlfriend, too. They were really perfect together. It’s sad to know about what happened.”

Almost everyone who knew Tooru had been saying how him and Isabel were a match made in heaven and it was leaving you utterly hurt. You understood that she was no longer alive but this doesn’t change the fact that she had more significant memories with him than you. You were just a filler to the void she left and even if Tooru did learn to love you eventually, you would always just come second. That was all you’d ever be.

He was just using you to move on.

While you made your way back to the racing scene and having a million thoughts running in your head, you barely noticed that someone was trailing behind you as you made a turn to the dark alleyway.

Your heart stopped.

No.

“Get in the car,” Atsumu growled, pointing a gun at your head. “Don’t speak another word.”

You were holding your tears while you sat at the passenger seat of Atsumu’s car, feeling anxious and frightened for your life, feeling terrified and traumatized, feeling all the worst things that more than a single person could take.

Tooru was too good to be true.

Now you were back in your abuser’s car because you couldn’t leave even if you wanted to. He had threatened your life and everyone else around you if you didn’t listen to him.

You couldn’t escape when he drove through the city while you eventually released your muffled sobs. “I don’t wanna be with you anymore.”

Atsumu let out a laugh, a cruel one, that almost sent shivers to your spine. “You wanna be with him? You don’t know him.”

“I’d rather be with him,” you stated, swallowing hard. “Than to be with a bastard like you.”

“Try,” he challenged. “I can just kill the both of you then, if that’s what you want.”

“You’re fucking crazy.”

He was about to respond, however your phone started ringing loud enough that it almost made you jump from your seat. Both you and Atsumu saw Oikawa’s name on the caller ID and it felt like the anxiety in your chest was only growing each second.

“Answer it,” he instructed with gritted teeth. “Put it on speaker. Tell him you’re leaving. Tell him you’re not coming back. Give him a reason why you’re leaving.”

You were paralyzed.

“Fucking answer it, bitch!”

The rage in Atsumu’s eyes intimidated you into eventually answering Oikawa’s phone call and taking a deep breath.

Atsumu stopped driving and had parked the car on the sidewalk of a barely lit street. He eyed you warily as you pressed on the phone and he pointed the gun in your direction.

“Where are you?” was the first thing you heard from Oikawa on the other end of the line. “Baby, please tell me.”

Atsumu urged for you to speak while threatening you. At this point, your breathing was ragged but you managed to speak, “I’m leaving for good.”

“What do you—What’s this? You’re not leaving me,” he spoke in urgency. “I’ll go to you. Let’s talk about it.”

With your eyes closed, you poured your heart out to him. “I-I can’t stay with you and be in your life knowing that... that Isabel, she’s the person you see when you look at me. I can’t stay with you knowing that I’m only just with you because I remind you of her and the sad thing is I can never surpass her. I can never be her. I never belonged to you, I... I belong to Atsumu because it’s my reality. Even if my relationship with him is imperfect, he’s who I belong to. It’s the life that was given to me.”

It was true and you just had to accept it. This little runaway with Tooru was just a taste of heaven but you deserved to go to hell with Atsumu because that was simply your fate. You already knew, after hearing it from everyone that Isabel was and would always be the person that Tooru could ever offer his life to. Not you. Not a stranger he merely won as a prize.

“Tell me you’re fucking kidding right now, Y/N.” It was the first time Oikawa called you by your first name and his voice sounded painfully grim and serious. “Who told you about Isabel?”

“That’s not important.”

“It is important!” he yelled through the phone. “Isabel’s gone. It’s been two years and fuck, I know I’ll always love her but I’m allowed to find someone else and love again, too. I’m genuine with everything I ever said to you and I don’t want you to go back to that lunatic ‘cause he won’t treat you right!”

Atsumu scoffed at Tooru’s words while gesturing for you to end the call. Your heart felt suffocated at the realization of your final moments with the guy you thought could save you from misery. The truth was, he couldn’t. You two lived very different lives that weren’t fated to merge together.

“I-I have to go,” you said, sniffing silently.

“No, tell me where you are right now! Baby, please.. Please.”

“I’m sorry.”

Atsumu snatched the phone off your hold and ended the call while you were wiping the tears from your face. You couldn’t understand why you had to live a life like this when you deserved so much more.

“So fucking dramatic,” Atsumu snarked before he started sniggering. “You’re good for mentioning the Isabel chick, though. I heard about her, too.”

You turned your head away from him and didn’t speak a word.

“He can be convicted as a criminal, you know,” he added, clearly entertained at the thought. “I found out some things about that punk and the reason why he was in Hyogo was because he was after that chick’s uncle who lived four blocks away from us. Poor man almost got beaten to death, broke several bones, but that stupid punk of yours was a pussy and spared his life for some reason.”

You tried to conceal the horror on your face at the information you just heard. At the same time, you felt Tooru’s pain and how hard it must have been for him to see the man that abused the girl he loved.

“You wanna be with a criminal, huh?” Atsumu mocked, pulling your chin to face him. “Stop moping around before I spit on you. We can just go back to the way we were. You love me.”

You forcefully pushed his hand away. “You’re the criminal here. You’re an abuser and a drug addict, you disgusting pig. What did I even do to you?”

And he couldn’t even answer. What he did instead was to grab his gun, which startled you, and then he started guffawing at your frightened expression. “This gun isn’t even real. You’re really stupid.”

You clenched your fist and glared at him. “You’re sick! You’re fucking mental.”

“Say what you want,” he said, pulling you by your shirt as a way of intimidation but not long before he noticed the hickeys that Tooru left all over your shoulder blade. His hand balled into a tight fist while he gripped your shirt and you already knew what was about to happen. “You fucked him?”

“Many times,” you spitefully retorted. “And I liked every second of it—”

Atsumu slapped you across your cheek and it sent an extreme wave of shock and disbelief all over your body. You looked back at him with eyes full of fury before you smacked his face in return. You ought to return what he was giving. Every bit of it. So when he later grabbed you by the jaw to look at him, you pulled away and spit on his face, but the bastard enjoyed it.

He fucking enjoyed it.

“You’re dead to me when we get home.”

You sat in complete silence and chose not to utter a single word after Atsumu laid a hand on you. Needless to say that you were taken aback by his violence and you started worrying for your own sanity once you finally go back to Hyogo. You knew his threats weren’t empty and you had no way out of it.

He was driving along the freeway at 12AM with a satisfied but somehow stern look on his disgusting face, probably thinking of all the cruel stuff he planned on doing to you.

His expression, however, had immensely turned into alarm and frustration when he eyed the side mirror and saw about three cars speeding off to chase him.

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath, forcefully stepping on the gas to increase his car’s speed in urgency. You turned around to take a good look at the cars and recognized them immediately. The sound of the turbo and the speed of one specific car already gave it away—it was the R34 Skyline.

Tailing behind it was Iwaizumi’s BRZ and Makki’s 350Z who both skillfully evaded the other cars through the light freeway traffic.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, feeling the adrenaline and the anxiety combining.

They were coming to get you, and they were coming fast.

You heard a loud horn from Tooru’s car as he went past an SUV that was two cars away from where you were and you managed to get a glimpse of his face for a brief second. You recognized that the look of determination and the unwavering focus he had was the same expression he displayed on the day he raced to win you.

“Sit the fuck down, will you?!” Atsumu whined like the little bitch he was and used his remaining NOS.

You staggered on your seat from the sudden boost and almost hit your head on the window if not for your seatbelt. “You own a GTR and can’t even fucking drive.”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth.” He was exceeding the speed limit, dodging the cars that were blocking his way until his car grazed into a sedan. “Get outta the way, man!”

The Skyline’s engine roared and you knew Oikawa was pretty close even without looking back. It caught you by surprise when the BRZ appeared on your left side, the Skyline to the right, and the 350Z drafting on the rear end. Atsumu tried to steer his car but Oikawa willfully bumped him in return and made sure to keep him inside the triangle they created.

You were cussing inside your head as you started overthinking of how this could lead into a fatal car crash or a lawful jail time. It certainly could, but Atsumu had been cornered to drive off the freeway and steer the car into the frontage road, eventually entering back to the city.

Atsumu was cussing over and over knowing that he could never outsmart these three cars because Miyagi was their territory. They knew these roads better than anyone else and it wasn’t much of a shock until Atsumu’s reckless driving made him turn to a dead end with Oikawa drifting to block his car. The two other cars joined the makeshift border and you were still panting from all the adrenaline rush.

Surely, all of these made you dizzy but you didn’t miss witnessing how Oikawa angrily stomped off his car, pulled Atsumu’s door open, and grabbed him by the collar before harshly thrashing him on the floor.

You got off the car in surprise and tried to stop the two. “Tooru!”

He threw a hard punch across Atsumu’s face—once, twice—the blond guy was laughing with blood in his mouth. “You gonna kill me?”

“Tooru, please!”

“Hold her.” The said guy pointed at you with a stern face and you were later pulled back by Kim and Mattsun while Iwa and Makki helped him with Atsumu.

The dark expression on Oikawa’s face scared you because you’ve never seen it before. This was a different version of him. It was scary and menacing with no trace of his normally flippant personality.

You tried to get away from Mattsun’s grip and turned to Kim for some help but she refused. “Sorry, we follow Oikawa’s orders.”

“We got someone to track your phone,” Mattsun added while the brawl continued from a safe distance.

You saw Atsumu trying to fight back as he managed to hit Tooru on the cheekbone but the guy kicked him against a wall with Iwaizumi and Makki holding him back. “What did we fucking agree to, huh?” Tooru questioned, grabbing Atsumu’s shirt. “You tryna snatch her off in my territory?”

“She’s not yours to begin with,” Atsumu answered back which earned him another punch. You could no longer bear seeing more violence.

“Enough!” you cried, hands shaking. “Please, Tooru. I’ll come with you. Just... Just stop this now!”

It was hard for him to listen to you and simply let Atsumu off but with his crew’s reassurance that they weren’t going to let your abuser go, Oikawa eventually stepped back. For you.

“We’ll take care of this douche,” Iwaizumi promised.

In an instant, Oikawa was heading off to you and pulling you to get inside his car. Atsumu was spewing some words protest even until the Skyline drove off.

That was the very last time you’ve ever seen Atsumu Miya.

It was afternoon when you wake up from Tooru’s bed feeling an intense rush of pain searing from your head as you barely recalled the events from last night.

“Baby,” he softly whispered, moving some hair out of your face before he touched your cheek. “You fainted last night.”

You realized he was holding you in his arms with your head resting against his chest. “Wh-What happened to Atsumu? Please tell me you didn’t—”

“Cops sent him back to his town. He’s got a restraining order,” he narrated. “He can’t get anywhere near you.”

You let out a sigh of relief at the fact that he didn’t end up into something worse. You hated the guy for sure, but you weren’t heartless to wish that he’d just die.

“Are you mad at me?” Oikawa lifted your chin so you could look at his caramel eyes.

How could you get mad at him?

“No,” you answered, your eyes not leaving his.

“I’m sorry for not telling you about Isabel.” He pressed his forehead against yours as he delivered his apology. “But I promise you, I pursued you because I genuinely want you to be mine and you’re not just her replacement or however you call it. I swear it’s not that. I like your smile, I like how you’re not afraid to speak your mind, I like the way you make me feel—I like you, in your own unique way. I can’t let you go. I’m asking for your chance to let me be here for you and I’ll work hard to prove to you that I’m sincere. Even if I have to show you every single day how much I wanna be with you, I’ll do everything. Just stay with me.”

You touched his cheek and sighed. There were two choices you could make and it’s a) to go back into your miserable and abusive relationship with Atsumu or b) stay with the guy who, despite the circumstances of how he met you, was willing to be a better man and treat you right.

And fuck, you’d be dumb not to choose the latter.

It was only natural for him to still have Isabel in his heart and you weren’t going to take it away from him. She held a special place in his heart that would always be there and it was okay. You were already comforted by the thought that Tooru wanted to learn how to love again, just like you, and be happy with someone else.

Cruel world, truly. You two didn’t have the best ending with your previous partners but here you were now, finding each other to make up the broken pieces.

It wasn’t just about winning you through a race anymore. It was so much more than that.

“Promise me you’re not gonna play with my feelings?”

Oikawa offered a heartfelt smile. “You don’t have to ask, baby.”

You pulled him for a kiss, a gentle and endearing one that left your heart fluttering in bliss. You were glad to have chosen this heaven with him and wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

The past was definitely just in the past. Everything else should move into the future. This, you, him. Together. Maybe you two could be each other’s ride or die. Maybe this was your fate after all.

For now, he pulled away to meet your gaze. “Let’s go for a drive?”

“Where to?”

“Isabel’s grave,” he answered. “To let her meet you and say goodbye.”

“Tooru...”

He planted a kiss on your forehead, reaching for his keys on the bedside table and handing it to you.

“Hope you’re good at driving a McLaren.”

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