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Innocent Love Blooms In The Most Tragic Places
Story Summary;
Yoongi is a wolf hybrid. He is cold and unapproachable. Woe betide anyone who touches what is his. Jimin is a bunny hybrid. He is shy and innocent, always positive. How will the two interact with each other in university where they have been forced to be roommates where no one has ever heard of a predator and prey rooming together?
Tags: possessive behaviour, angst, fluff, hybrid, hybrid traits
Word Count: 2849
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Jimin brushed his curly, pale yellow hair to the side, deciding on a parting in the middle. He put on his lens free glasses, which had big frames. Additionally, he wore a big black jumper with a rainbow on it, and tight grey jeans with white and black stripped adidas trainers. He hefted a bag over both shoulders, his small and slim frame struggling under the weight as his bunny ears flicked. It was his first day at uni today, and truly, he was nervous. Stepping out of the boy’s bathroom he was in, he tried his best to find his room, in Wing B Floor 3 Room 367. Finally coming onto it, he unlocked it with a key that had a fluffy keyring reassembling his tail attached to it. Home sweet home he thought, setting down his bag. The door from the corridor opened directly into the bedroom. There was a window opposite the door. To each side of the window was a matching oak nightstand and single bed with a navy-blue duvet folded at the end. Past each bed was a desk and a small cupboard. Wardrobes were non-existent as they had underbed storage space. In between the bed and the desk on the left was a plain door which led to the bathroom. The bathroom had a toilet, simple shower, sink and mirror. Two sets of big fluffy and small fluffy towels were laid on the sink. Grinning, the bunny hybrid begun to unpack, choosing the bed on the left side. Yoongi wasn't in much of a rush to move into the new dorms. He'd been taking his time walking through the hallways, his ears flicking at the sound of people's shoes squeaking due to the amount of movement going on. Everyone seemed to be trying to get to their dorms as fast as possible. Yoongi instead just sighed and ran a hand through his black his black hair, he decided to at least make sure he looked presentable to his roommate. Glancing down at his outfit, Yoongi thought that he seemed presentable enough. Black ripped skinny jeans, black boots, and a simple white t-shirt, he looked like the catalogue picture for the word edgy. He continued to walk towards his new room and let out a soft sigh when he reached it. Grabbing his key, he moved to unlock the door, but then realised it had already been opened. He opened the door, a slight hint of surprise when he saw bright blonde hair on the left side of the room.
"Hey" he simply said as he moved to the other side of the room to put down his bag. Jimin’s ears twitched with surprise, his nose following the motion unconsciously. "Hi! I'm Park Jimin but you can call me Jiminine or ChimChim or Jimin." He greeted with a million-watt smile; a hand stretched out to the other in the typical way of greeting. "What's your name?" He continues politely, staring at the taller and most likely (although yet to be confirmed however Jimin did have a sneaking suspicion this was true) elder roommate he had gotten for the semester. He has yet to decipher which hybrid the other is; however, he quickly assumes him to be some sort of prey as predator never ever room with prey. Something about dominance and easy submission being the reason for the matter. Yoongi blinked in surprise at how enthusiastic the seemingly younger boy was. The fact that his roommate was clearly prey also surprised him, maybe there was a mix up in the rooms? He reached his hand out to meet the others greeting. "I'm Yoongi, I don't really mind what you call me." His voice was steady and calm, still confused about his roommate being prey. Yoongi could hear something lightly shift in the room, his ears moving to fund the sound and his eyes quickly following. While searching for the sound Yoongi decided to ask Jimin an obvious question. "Are you... prey?" Jimin blinked, widely, innocently. "Aren't you prey?" He asked the other, answering his question with a another. "I'm a bunny hybrid if you can't tell," he grinned cheekily," but I don't know what you are. No prey hybrid I've met have had such bushy tails or ears." He said curiously, a light and puzzled expression on his cute face. He absent mindlessly stated to bite at his finger nails as he tried to figure out if he has ever seen a prey hybrid with Yoongis features. His own ears twitched as he thought, and his nose scrunched up adorably every time he mentally rejected someone who didn't fit the criteria he set in his mind, his expression becoming more frustrated the longer he thought on it. Yoongi just stared at the other for a minute, blinking as he realized that there was no way they could have been roommates. "I'm a predator." He said with an eyebrow raised, "And I'm a wolf hybrid... fluffy ears are kind of a given" he chuckled as he said this, wondering what the other would think now that he knew that Yoongi was a predator. He stared at the other boy, taking in his features, he was not much smaller than he was, but very clearly had a soft personality. The longer he looked at the other the more he could feel a shift in the atmosphere. Was Jimin afraid of me? Is it really that intimidating to have fluffy ears and a tail? "A wolf? Really really?" He asked, his expression mirroring that of child awe upon discovering something new. He shuffled closer to the other and gently reached a hand up to touch the base of the others fluffy ears with a squeak of delight that had him quickly blushing yet did not deter him from gently running his hand over that same ear. In that moment, our innocent bunny hybrid Jimin forgot fear and uncertainty. His only concern was jealousy that someone had such fluffy ears and he didn't. It was cute really, how childlike he acted, as thought Yoongi was the most fascinating thing he had come across in a while. Suddenly, however the moment ended. Jimin remembered that wolves ate small hybrids like him for breakfast and so he quickly stepped away, a small expression of shock on his face.
Yoongi smiled as the other squeaked with delight as he touched his ears. He had seemed so fascinated by the fact that they were fluffy, he had guessed that Jimin had not been around many predators at all. His thoughts were confirmed as the other stepped back from him, shock written all over his face. He looked almost as if his life was going to come to an end very quickly. "Yes really, and you don't have to be so afraid you know. I don't bite, unless asked to" Yoongi mumbled the very last part, knowing that the other wouldn't be able to hear him. He wanted the other to trust him, they were going to be roommates after all. It wouldn't be good if he got suspended out of fear for the other prey in the building. "Is this building purely for prey?" Yoongi asked, his face full of curiosity.
He shook his head rapidly, expression calmer now than in the beginning. "No, it's a mixed building. I wonder is everyone is predator-prey roommates." He said naively, genuine curiosity on his chubby cheeked face. "Oh! You probably want to unpack. I've just done my clothes but need to take out my study supplies and laptop. Hyung, - wait can I call you Hyung? How old are you? - there's no classes today, but we have some tomorrow. I'm studying hybrid care so I can be a nurse for hybrid children.." he talked a mile a minute, unpacking his laptop - baby blue in colour with cloud and rainbow stickers on it, his study books and arranging them alphabetically on the small shelves, his plan notepads and pens, pencils and other stationary items in a cute cactus pot with googly eyes on it. Yoongi chuckled at how quickly the other was talking, Jimin was very obviously nervous to be around a predator. Yoongi began to unpack his stuff and put them in the correct places before beginning to answer a few of the others questions. "I'm probably older than you if that's what you're wondering, so yes you can call me Hyung." He thought about what the other was studying, if it was for hybrid care then he must really like children. Yoongi was indifferent towards them, he didn't necessarily like them, but he didn't hate them either. "I'm studying criminology, I’m curious as to why there's been a big spike in prey crimes lately." As he spoke it was easy to tell how curious he was. Usually predators had the highest crime rate, but lately prey has had quite a large increase in crimes. Yoongi continued to unpack, making sure that everything was in the correct order "Ah that's so cool! I'm glad to be rooming with such a kind Hyung." Jimin spoke, complimenting the other as he stood on his tiptoes in order to push his last study book guide and textbook into place on the highest shelf. Struggling a little huffed and started to jump with the book outstretched in his short arms tiny fingers holding it tightly as he took blind attempts at getting it on his shelf. When that didn't work, he cursed his small height which was often a given due to the fact he was a prey hybrid, and gently set the book on his study desk before glaring daggers at it not so subtly. Pouting to himself, he went and charged his phone in his bedside table open slave shelf. Yoongi had noticed the other boys struggle and decided to help him. Despite not being extremely tall, he was still tall enough to reach the shelf. He grabbed the books and quickly put them into place before returning to what he was doing. After unpacking his clothing, he placed his backpack next to the bed, reaching in for his laptop. It was a complete contract to that of what the other had. Rather than a baby blue, his computer was a dark red with small hand painted details in black. He quickly turned it on and glanced to the other, giving a small smile to him. Jimin responded with a blinding smile of his own. "Thanks for putting my book up there Hyung. It's so annoying being small isn't it?" He whined, pouting up at the other. He moved towards the desk and switched his laptop on, deciding to be a good student and get his pre-course essay finished in time for class tomorrow. Out of the +25000 words needed he had competed 23500, leaving his with only a few more to type up. If he were to print his essay it would be 10 pages long, double sided and ready to mark. Yoongi chuckled at what the other said, "Being small isn't too bad" he replied. He noticed the other was working on an essay, Yoongi should have probably been doing the same, however he couldn't be bothered to. Instead he loaded up a game on his laptop, his hands moving at a lightning fast pace on order to keep up with it. It was normal for him to spend hours at a time on his laptop, not speaking and not moving anything except for his fingers. After a few hours Jimin finished his essay just as the sun was setting. He spoke to Yoongi every now and then, unaware the boy was in a zone of sorts. He told the other that he was taking a shower. Getting his nightclothes, he stepped in the bathroom and locked the door. He washed his hair and brushed his teeth, fluffing it up before putting on long pyjama bottoms with little pink stars that he tucked into mismatched stripy socks - one Green and blue the other a horrid yellow and red. His chest was covered up a long sleeved plain blue shirt, which completed his pyjamas. Hanging up the used towels, he went over to Yoongi and tapped him gently on the shoulder. Yoongi hadn’t really moved the entire time that Jimin was writing his essay. He would give a small hum every time the other spoke but that was about it. When he felt a light tap on his shoulder, Yoongi jumped slightly. He quickly paused his game before turning to Jimin with a slightly raised eyebrow. “Yes Jimin?” He asked, wondering what the other boy needed. It was only then that he considered how sore his wrists were from the amount of gaming he had done, wondering if he should wrap them before he continued. He then considered that the other looked ready for bed, mismatched socks to top it off as well. Was he keeping the other boy from being able to sleep? "Hyung, you should really get washed now and head to bed. We have class tomorrow." Jimin shyly stammered, unsure if he wasn't crossing some sort of boundary when it came to tell the other to go to bed. He was only concerned for the others well-being though, seeing as it was in his nature to care for everyone as if they were family. "Have you set your alarm yet? I've set mine for 07.00 since classes start at 09.00 and I want to make sure I have time to go to the canteen and eat bre- oh Hyung! Your wrists are so red!" He exclaimed, gently grabbing a wrist and holding it to his face. It was so close, Yoongi could feel his breath on it as Jimin examined it. "Get washed Hyung, and I'll bandage them for you." He said, ears and nose and tail twitching with pride as he thought about doing that for his Hyung. Yoongi simply nodded as he took in everything that the boy was saying to him. He set his laptop aside before telling the boy, “I’ll go get washed up first then” before grabbing his clothes and making his way towards the bathroom. Something that he should have asked the other first, was if they were comfortable with him sleeping shirtless. It was just so much more comfortable for him that way, so hopefully the other didn’t mind. As he finished washing up, Yoongi walked out of the bathroom in a pair of black sweatpants and he was shirtless. He looked up slightly and made eye contact with the boy, giving a slight smile as he made his was back over to his side of the room. He had begun to debate if he should sleep or keep playing. Jimin yelped and flushed red when he spotted the other shirtless. He very nearly dropped the pot of cream and roll of bandages he was holding. Clearing his throat, he sternly (or at least as sternly as a cute bunny could) forbid him from playing anymore and demanded to see the other hands. Sitting on his bed with him, he took the others wrists gently and massaged the cream into them, it feeling cold in contrast to Jimin’s soft and warm hands. Once he finished that, he gently put bandages around them, and shot his Hyung a pride filled smile. Yoongi grinned at the others behaviour, he ruffled the others hair, it was much softer than he would have thought. “I’m always a scary predator, especially when I don’t sleep.” He said giving the other a smirk and ushering him to his bed. “You need to sleep, and I’ll sleep some too.” Yoongi said, half speaking the truth. It’s true that he would sleep a little, he just never said when it would happen. As he walked back to him bed, he is waiting for the other to fall asleep. To take good measure he waited about an hour before going back onto his computer, only this time he wasn’t playing, he was working. Jimin groaned and turned in his sleep. He had slept for a couple of hours, tossing and turning, the light sounds of Yoongi working keeping him awake. The half-awake bunny crawled out from his comfy covers and shuffled sleepily towards the elder, draping himself over the back of his chair and hiding his face in the others neck, forgetting Yoongi is a predator. "Hyung~ you have to sleep now!' He insisted sleepily, barely mumbling due to his tiredness Yoongi stiffened at the sides contact made by the bother. Granted Jimin was right, he should at least get a little sleep, even if it was only for a few minutes. Yoongi chuckled and stood up, he began to guide the other back to bed before saying a small, "I will, I'm sorry for keeping you awake" and made his way into bed, only to lay there without ever actually falling asleep. The only sounds made in the room were the sounds of a faint tick of a wall clock.
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yayato-blog1 · 6 years
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Woe ch1:meeting someone new
you can read it on ao3 or wattpad or just stroll down
Bangtan has 4 alphas and 3 omegas which means at least one alpha has to mate someone outside the group. When yoongi gets a proposal he decides to take it so that his members could mate each other if they want without worrying about him, even tough he had an infatuation with jimin. unbeknown to him, jimin already formed a bond with him and was just waiting for the right time to act on it.
ABO AU Alpha yoongi Omega Jimin
Things you should know: Omegas can smell whether someone would be compatible with them or not.
If an omega sleeps with someone they are in love with they form a bond to them.
No one knows of this bond other than the omega.
A mated paar can’t sleep with someone else( it physically hurts)
A bonded omega can still sleep with others but can’t be mated.
If the person they bonded to mates someone else the omega dies a slow painful death from heartbreak.
Unless you found someone to mate, most idols kept it inside their group, helping each other out with their heats and ruts, which resulted in the members mating each other.
 It wasn’t really an absolute rule or anything, but that was mostly the case. Having each other close made it easier to help each other out and most of the times feelings arose and mating ensued.
 Bangtan wasn’t an exception, however having 4 alphas and 3 omegas meant at least one alpha was to mate from outside the group. But everyone ignored that for now, focusing on helping one another out.
No one said anything about any feelings for now, so they’ll cross that bridge when they reach it.
 For now however, they had a system, an order of sorts, every heat or rut someone was to help the other out until they all helped everyone out and so on.
 What the alphas didn’t know however was that the omegas already knew who they wanted to be mated to, no one said a thing though since that would be inconvenient, seeing as how there was still one to be left with no one to help the other alpha out. They decided to wait and when the alpha mated someone they’ll act out on their feelings.
 The alphas didn’t really think about it, well at least yoongi didn’t until Sungwoon brought it up.
 Ha Sungwoon was a very petite adorable omega from another group, who had a striking similarity to jimin. The fact that he approached yoongi left yoongi bewildered.
 They only interacted once before Sungwoon approached him this time. Yoongi was hanging out with Zhoumi another alpha friend of his, when he noticed the panic in the scent the omega was releasing.
 It’s not like yoongi didn’t know of the omega, he knew he was a friend of jimin’s. they just never interacted directly. That didn’t mean yoongi didn’t worry about the omega when he noticed the scent.
 Not to mention, jimin won’t forgive him if he knew his friend was in a spot, and yoongi could’ve helped but didn’t.
He looked around but none of the omega’s band-members were around, so he swallowed his awkwardness and approached the omega in distress.
 Yoongi introduced himself as Jimin’s band-member. Even though BTS was pretty popular, yoongi didn’t want to seem conceited. He knew idols were pretty busy so it’s kinda understandable if someone didn’t recognize him.
Thankfully that wasn’t the case with Sungwoon, who seemed to be put at ease gently the longer the conversation carried on.
 Having someone by his side seemed to relax the omega, he was there for details about him joining producer 101 and his band members couldn’t escort him.
He looked anxious with all the unfamiliar alphas around.
 They talked about all kinds of things, yoongi trying to ease the omega farther and the omega genuinely curious about yoongi.
When the omega asked a lot of questions enthusiastically, yoongi just raised an eyebrow and gave him a teasing smile.
The omega stumbled upon his words and blushed furiously while looking at his shoes while explaining that jimin never really talked about him so even if he had an idea about other BTS members, yoongi was a mystery.
To say that didn’t hurt would be lying but yoongi didn’t let it show and kept entertaining the omega’s curiosity while being as gentle as he can and only hoped that if ever one of their omegas was in a similar situation, someone would do what he’s doing.
 So when Zhoumi told him they were leaving, yoongi decided to stay behind with the omega and waited for him to be done with his business to take him to his dorm.
 Yoongi didn’t say anything about his encounter to his band-members, Sungwoon was jimin’s friend if he wanted to tell him he would, not like there was anything to tell.
He thought that that was that. He did silently cheer the omega on when he was on the show and checked up on his ranking from time to time, the omega was lovable and yoongi enjoyed his short company so he thought he deserved to win.
 When Sungwoon made it to the top 11 and earned a spot on wanna one yoongi was genuinely happy for him.
From what he gathered watching bits from the show, just like jimin, Sungwoon wasn’t just an adorable omega, he was also really caring and hard-working.
 But with the show ending, so was yoongi’s interest. He was only that bit invested since he accompanied him that one time when the omega had to clear things for the show, and yoongi was curious where the show will take him.
 And that was it, so when he felt a tap on his shoulder while waiting for their turn at a music show and turned to find the omega he was pleasantly surprised.
 They exchanged greetings and small talk and then yoongi noticed the omega was fidgeting so he figured he wanted to ask about jimin but he didn’t want to be rude.
 Yoongi had to stop himself from cooing at how adorable the omega was, maybe yoongi had a soft-spot from him for being jimin’s friend and resembling him so much but no one needs to know that.  
 “You’ll find jimin near the stage, he likes to watch”
 “huh?” the omega furrowed his eyebrows in confusion then blushed “ oh, uh i-i know, i’m not looking for him”
 “oh i’m sorry, you just looked anxious so i assumed you wanted to ask”
 “i- i want to ask something” and the omega looked at him while playing with his sleeves and somehow making himself seem smaller than he already is. Yoongi just gave him a reassuring smile to encourage him to carry on.
 “c-can i... um can i h-have your mobilephonenumbermaybe?”
 “huh?” yoongi couldn’t catch the last bit of the conversation with the background noise and how small the omega’s voice was, not to mention the omega said the last bit really fast, so yoongi won’t be surprised if the omega sticked words together.
 The omega just took a breath and shouted louder than he intended, if his horrified expression was anything to go by:
“ Y-Your number!”
 Everyone around them looked at their direction and the omega’s blood rushed to his cheeks.
At that yoongi couldn’t help him self and laughed.
 The omega was stumbling on his words trying to explain:
“ i uh i-i have some-something pr-private i want to ask y-you and now isn’t really the time.”
 Yoongi just smiled at him fondly and petted his hair.
 “s-so can i?” and he looked up at yoongi from behind his eyelashes with puppy eyes that could rival taehyung’s.
 “Sure!” yoongi told him and reached for the phone the omega was clutching at his grasp to type in his number and saved himself under yoongi-hyung.
 When yoongi got to the dorms, and was getting ready for bed, his phone lighted up with a message from an unknown number:
Hello yoongi-Hyung, i can call you Hyung since you’re the one who named the contact right? Anyways i wanted to thank you for taking care of me and accompanying me to my dorm the other time and i have something to discuss with you so would you be up for a coffee with me i mean?
Just tell me when Hyung has time.
Good work today and good night!
 Yoongi chuckled at how flustered the omega seemed even through text, and before he could type out a response his phone lighted up again:
 I forgot to mention,this is ha Sung Woon
Good night Hyung!
 Yoongi just chuckled more and typed
 Coffee sounds nice and i’m free Friday in the morning, we can have breakfast together if you want.
Good Night Sung woon-ah
 Not even a minute later Yoongi got a reply
 See you on Friday Hyung!!!
Sweet dreams ^^
 Yoongi just chuckled and put his phone to charge. He looked up to see the other alphas looking at him questionably but he just shook his head and went to bed.
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3one3 · 6 years
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The Sequel - 895
Wardrobe Approval
Andr�� Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)
original epic tale
all chapters of The Sequel
Christina’s flight from Munich, where she stopped to visit her doctor, got her to Doha at 4:45 on Tuesday afternoon. Juan’s inbound flight from London arrived about an hour later, at 5:50. She wanted to hang out in the arrivals terminal and wait for him, but Jan Tops, the show jumping legend and proprietor of the Global Champions Tour, asked her to meet with him and the editor of the Tour’s new lifestyle magazine at the hotel so that she could sign some copies of the quarterly on which she was the debut cover star. The magazine launch was happening during the competition, on Saturday afternoon, between the Global Champions League Final and the Grand Prix of Doha. Christina wasn’t expected to change out of her riding clothes and get into a dress for all the pictures, or hang around the event for the whole two hours during which it was scheduled, so they wanted her to do a little photoshoot with the editor, someone from the publishing company, the photographer who came to Dortmund to get the art for the cover and her feature story, and the woman who wrote that feature, plus some of the big advertisers who subsidized much of the issue. Rather than wait for her companion at the airport, she needed to hurry to her hotel room bathroom and make herself pretty and put-together.
Some of the advertisers had gifts delivered in advance of her arrival. She found a box of Tom Ford makeup goodies, a bunch of Kiehl’s skincare products, a cashmere glove and scarf set from Loro Piana, a small Nancy Gonzalez shoulder bag, and some clothes from Rag & Bone and Gucci. From the gifts, she selected baby pink high-waisted, tie-front, wide-leg trousers to pair with a loose white crewneck blouse from home that had precious tie-detail cuffs too. Dramatic baby pink pants were a first for her, and that was somewhat exciting. Also, she kind of forgot that it was 80* and perpetually sunny where she was going when she packed black leather pants to go with that top. The pink trousers were much more appropriate for Doha. They were also way too long, so she had to wear them with the soaring sandals she brought for after-hours activities. The details of her pre-launch outfit were important because Juan totally didn’t recognize her in the lobby when he got to the Four Seasons. Christina had to excuse herself from the group of magazine people and click-clack-speed-walk to the elevator to intercept him. His phone didn’t work there yet, but she’d given him their room number when he had wifi in the airport. He was evidently very absorbed in the phone anyway, because she scared him half to death when she stepped in front of him and tried to kiss his cheek.
“I’m sorry,” she laughed at his surprised and defensive reaction.
“Why are you dressed like a wealthy 1970’s housewife?” the footballer questioned as he air-kissed both of her cheeks. He wisely avoided messing up the extensive makeup.
“Am I?” Christina looked down at her outfit and shrugged. She was happy to see him. That negated his skepticism about the wardrobe call.
“Yes,” Juan laughed. “A beautiful one though?” he asked more than stated.
“Do you want to go put your stuff in the room and then come hang out? I don’t know how long this is going to take. I just came down myself a minute ago. We’re doing the pictures outside by the pool.”
“I don’t want to interfere while you’re working. Go have your picture taken and then we’ll have some food, sí?”
“Do I have to change my outfit before dinner?” the rider sassed. Juan looked her up and down, appraising her clothes again.
“Yes. Hakkasan?”
“Yaaaaaassssss.” Her eyes grew big, brimming with excitement and temptation. I totally forgot they have a Hakkasan! We wanted to go last time but the guys decided to do Nobu instead since it’s right here. I want Peking duck.
“Is 8 too early? I’ll call for a table.”
A relatively low-maintenance girl from a wealthy New York family, Christina was the type to love aimless wandering around Paris with no plan or bookings, and then be equally enchanted by a man confidently offering a hard-to-get, sexy reservation for dinner. The princess within her, with her love of Smith & Wollensky steaks, her first-name-recognition of the best personal shoppers at Neiman Marcus, and her lash-fluttering adoration of smooth gentlemen with exceptional manners and perfectly tailored clothes, absolutely swooned for a dinner-date somewhere exclusive, poorly lit, overpriced, and heavy on the classic formality. She went weak in the knees at just the nonchalance in a princely gent’s invitation. She always had. It was a “Daddy Issue”. Anything was attainable for her father, so nothing was a big deal. She looked for that easy attitude in other men as an admirable and desirable trait. No other little girls were celebrating their 4th birthday at Windows on The World, the fine dining restaurant on the top floor of the World Trade Center, when she did. Surely no other little girls knew that the kitchen was in the basement and there were special high-speed elevators to bring the food up to the restaurant. At the same time, that little girl had a thirst for exploration and adventure that made a stroll along an unfamiliar street in a familiar city, or any street in a new one, with a game and curious companion, an absolute delight.
So as romantic and fun as her quick trip to Paris was with André, Christina was excited by Juan’s easy swooping in with the get-changed-I’m-taking-you-to-a-$250-duck-dinner thing within 60 seconds of laying eyes on her in a very, very foreign country. It was the seamlessness of it all. He came with a plan, but it didn’t sound overly curated- with just enough thoughtfulness to prove his understanding of his girlfriend and her travel habits, and that he’d looked forward to their trip enough to have checked out the local dining scene. He was wearing a black t-shirt and really nice medium wash blue jeans, and that meant he was automatically undeniable. He was clearly thrilled to see her too, but not in an outward way that anyone but Christina and his other close friends and family would notice. He didn’t need to go loiter around her while she fulfilled her work commitment. He had standards. He didn’t like her outfit and he didn’t want to take her out in it, but he wasn’t going to say it that way, or be a wimp and try to hint at it. He conveyed a clear but inoffensive message of disapproval. All of it added up to a very specific, “just so” manner that she found totally devastating in the best way. She gave him her room key and went back to the magazine gaggle with a swagger in her step.
She practically ran back to the elevator when they were finished doing photos, making her sign magazines, and schmoozing about the book, the competition, and the title. It was already 7:15 and she wasn’t sure how long the taxi ride to Hakkasan might be because she had no idea where the St. Regis was. Juan was speaking to someone on the phone when she got to the room- a predominantly beige affair with some dark wood furnishings, a nice enough sand-marble bathroom, and a good size terrace with a view of the pool and the sea. He made a hurry-up gesture and she turned around to go to the closet in the square-footage-wasting entrance hallway. There was a pair of light gray skinny jeans in her open suitcase on the stand in there, and an off-white polyester sleeveless top hanging above. Christina grabbed the pants and yanked the shirt off the hanger, then headed into the bedroom to change. Her pink trousers were so wide that she could get them off without removing her strappy sandals. It didn’t occur to her until she’d swapped shirts that she’d need to take the shoes off to get the jeans on. With a groan of frustration at that realization, she dropped the pants on the bedspread again and bent over to undo the tiny buckle on the gold-chain-accented Tom Ford sandal. It would have been much easier to put her butt on the bed too and not try to balance on one white 105mm heel, but haste overshadowed reason. And then the Spaniard on the phone overshadowed Christina.
Oh hello, she said to herself when she felt two hands on her hips and something like denim push into her butt. Those pink pants were fully lined and in no way see-through, but they fit snugly in the butt, so she wore one of the nude thongs she always had on under her breeches. Evidently her behind was too tempting in said thong to go ignored. Juan let go with one hand to adjust the phone held between his ear and his shoulder, and leaned more heavily into the rider. Without his help to keep her steady, she went flying.
“Dude!” she exclaimed in a heap on the floor. He had to pull the phone away from his face to save the ears of whomever he was speaking to from his hysterical guffawing. I guess I can get these off as long as I’m down here, Christina begrudgingly decided. Her dainty sandals included a wraparound ankle strap with a small gold chain stitched on top, and featured really annoying buckles. She’d only managed to get the end out of the keeper before her friend knocked her over. It was work to yank the prong out of the hole. Her Tom Fords were very lightly used, so the hole was still very tight. She mouthed “help” at Juan and made a woe-is-me face until he squatted to use some footballer strength to free her from her designer footwear. He even offered her a helping hand to get off the carpet, but then he was back on her bum again the second she bent over to stick her right foot in her jeans.
At least he’s nicer about it, the cover-girl snorted inside while the Chelsea man kneaded the plumpest part of her butt cheeks. His greedy fingers kept at it even as she shifted to get her other foot in the gray pants, and then moved up to her waist while she shimmied them up. By the time the button was through the hole and the zipper was up, his hands had found their way to her ribcage, just under her bra, and he was telling the person on the other end of the call, in Spanish, that he needed to go.
“I missed you more than usual, this past week,” Juan told her conversationally- that is to say, without sounding flirtatious, or seductive- once he was finished. Christina was fixing her pockets so that they weren’t bunched up on her hips.
“Get your filthy paws off me so I can finish getting ready,” she shot back, feigning more aggravation than she really harbored.
“We have time. I made the booking for 8:30.”
“Oh. Well then why did you tell me to hurry up and let me run around like a Trump campaign coffee boy in Moscow?”
“Because you use up as much time as you’re given. Turn around.” The player withdrew his hands just long enough for her to move, and then replaced them on her cheeks when he leaned forward to give her a real hello-kiss. We never get to have these when we first see each other, Christina reflected after it, while Juan lingered right in her face, his nose almost touching hers. We never get to do hello-kisses properly until we get behind closed doors somewhere. It sucks. You miss somebody and you’re so happy to see him and you can’t wait to touch him and smooch him and you have to do a phony, just-friends greeting instead of the I-love-you-sooooo-much one. It’s like if every time your team scored a goal, you couldn’t clap or fist pump, or yell “yeah!” until 5 minutes later in the restroom. Juan gave her one more little, tender kiss, and then sat heavily on the foot of the bed. “How was your magazine thing?”
“It was fine,” the equestrian star shrugged, plopping down beside him to make her life easier in terms of re-installing her sandals. “I just smiled a lot and then answered some questions about how my ponies are doing and who I think is going to win on Saturday.”
“Are you going to win on Saturday?”
“I dunno. Do you mind if we stop by Al Shaqab after dinner? I want to see Rio Grande and Socks.”
“Why would I mind? Did they just get here too?”
“No. I told you they came yesterday.”
“Should we bring them fortune cookies?”
“I don’t know if Hakkasan even does fortune cookies, but yes, if they do, absolutely,” Christina smiled. I’m glad my “head” coach has finally fully grasped the nature of my relationship with my boys. He finally gets that I treat them like spoiled children. Schü got that right away. He offered to buy Dirk a banana from the crepe tent the first time we had breakfast together, in Florida. It was like four days after we met. I know Juanin has been aware of those relationships but I’m not sure he always fully understood. I think it’s hard for people who don’t have animals to get it. “Should we go? Do you have my keycard? Let me just throw some stuff in a bag.”
They got a ride to the renowned Chinese restaurant and preceded to order way too much food, as was standard with Christina. She wanted the whole applewood Peking duck and the traditional pancakes and accompaniments, but also stir fried vegetables in ginger sauce, wok-fried lobster, fried rice, and sliced pepper steak. Juan pointed out that it wasn’t like being at home, where taking the copious extra food home made perfect sense. His date conceded the lobster and beef, and there was still leftovers. All they took with them after the marathon meal was fortune cookies, which they actually had to ask for. But then the security guards wouldn’t let them into Al Shaqab to give the horses their dessert anyway. Christina hadn’t yet been to the venue, so she didn’t have her credential yet, nor the player’s. Her passport wasn’t enough to get her in, and she was afraid to try bribery because she wasn’t sure if that was a big deal in a place like Qatar. The security officer they were dealing with had already flipped out about her leaning backwards on Juan and dropping her head on his shoulder because it brought her face awfully close to his and that was evidently a no-no in the land of no PDA allowed. It wasn’t even meant to be affectionate. Her feet just hurt from her shoes and the guy was taking a long time checking with superiors or something on the phone and her friend was there to physically support her. He made fun of her on the way back to the Four Seasons, joking about what a great public story it would be if she were thrown in a Qatari prison for being a heathen in public with not her husband.
“Daniel and Christian and the guys are chilling at the bar on the pier. Do you want to go have a drink or something?” the heathen inquired as she got out of the car in front of the hotel. “I know it’s late but with the time difference I feel like it’s early still.”
“The whole two hours.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t care. Whatever you want, cariña.”
“Okay. I’ll tell them we’re coming to say hey. I want to run upstairs first and get a sweater.”
“Mhm,” Juan yawned, holding the interior door for her. It was definitely getting colder out- down in the low 70’s from the afternoon’s mid-80’s, but the blast of the air-conditioning in the lobby was still quite noticeable. Christina put her texting on hold to rub her arm. It took a minute to get an elevator, and she walked up to her friend and demanded he either hug her or take over rubbing her bare arms for her while she tapped away at the phone.
“Who else is here?”
“Daniel, Christian, the other Christian, Marco, Nicola, maybe Janne? And then from not-Germany, Edwina, obvs, Eric, Scott, Simon, my friend from Spain, Kevin, Lorenzo, Bertram, Lauren and Laura and Lillie from the US, Ben, Janika...Most of the best people, except Marcus, because he doesn’t like leaving Europe, and the Americans who stayed home to do World Cup qualifiers at indoors. Oh and all my Belgian friends, who are also in the US to do the World Cup Qualifiers at indoors. Also, I told you all of this already. Do you not remember asking me about the competition and me going through the entire entry list, horse by horse, to assess the odds?”
“Maybe? I don’t know,” he shrugged, his voice kind of flat. She didn’t know how to take that. That’s the second thing he completely forgot or just never heard the first time, she realized. Is he tired, or in a bad mood? He’s the one who suggested coming here with me in the first place. I hope he didn’t wish he could take it back. I know tagging along on a horse show week can be really boring, and he talks to Marcus more than the other guys so that sucks that he’s not here, but I’m going to have so much free time to go do fun things with him. The doors dinged open and Juan’s hands dropped away from her goosebump-covered skin. They stepped out onto the generic blue hallway carpet together, turned to the left, and let themselves into the second door on the Gulf side.
“I think I’m gonna change my shoes too,” the rider announced before taking a seat on the foot of the bed. “Or I could just take these off and not put any on. Do you not want to go to the bar?”
“I don’t mind. It’s up to you.”
“Is something wrong? You’re all...meh, all of a sudden, Juanin.”
“You changed the picture on your mobile,” the Chelsea man replied after staring blankly in her direction for what seemed like a really long time. He sat next to her and pointed at the screen in her hand. Her new wallpaper was a selfie she took with André during a piggyback ride.
“I made Schü carry me up 4 million stairs at Sacre Coeur,” she smirked. “He lost a bet.”
“I don’t feel jealous of him many times. I think I’ve said, when I see you kiss him all day long I used to have that jealousy. Now you kiss me every time you get up or sit down, so not so much anymore. I feel it when you go to Paris with him though,” Juan laughed ruefully. “Remember when you were pregnant and you invited yourself to some dinner I had to go to? We almost didn’t go because you wanted to drive to Paris.”
“And then I said I was kidding and went to Paris with Schü in the middle of the night.” Christina finished the memory for him with a look of resignation about her.
“Twice you go off to Paris for a quick last minute trip with him.”
“Twice I told him I wanted to go wander around Paris and eat in quintessentially French cafes, and twice he didn’t hesitate.”
“Neither did I.”
“I know. And it was really fucked up of me the first time. But why are you mad about it this time?”
“I’m not mad. I’m jeeealouuuuus.” Juan drawled out his answer as if he were talking to someone with trouble understanding, and he smiled. That was a good enough signal to make his friend feel significantly less under pressure in the moment. She hated when she did the wrong thing, and that overnight drive to Paris back in the day was definitely the wrong thing.
“You got upset with me last week for being jealous that you talked to some girl in a nightclub,” she shot back pointedly, but just to be funny. She also flopped backward on the mattress and drew her knees up, then let them fall over to her right, toward him.
“Different thing.”
“Oh is it?”
“Yes. I think, in my official capacity here as your psychological coach, that it would be best for you, with the competition in mind, to start getting ready for bed. No drinks on the pier.”
“And in your capacity here as not my psychological coach, is that opinion based on your need for snuggles in front of the TV, or sexy fun time? Or are you just worried you’re gonna get jealous when I laugh too hard at D’s jokes?”
“To be honest I just thought you were hoping I would say no in the first place, and that you sat down and got comfortable because you don’t really want to go down there,” Juan chuckled. “I don’t care whichever we do. Usually when you want to do something you just tell me we’re doing it. I assumed you were looking for me to say no and give you an excuse.”
“Oh I am done feeling obligated to do anything with my teammates,” Christina snorted dismissively. “I don’t need any excuses. I won them a fucking gold medal.” She did her best “honey, please” tone.
“Well let’s go then,” her scruffy-faced roommate replied, poking at her tummy where her shirt had ridden up as she stretched her legs down straight.
“I’ve kind of lost the motivation to get up though.”
“And is that based on your need for cuddles in front of the television, or sexy fun time?” the Spaniard questioned knowingly. She rolled onto her stomach, and he jiggled one side of her butt as much as was possible in her tight jeans.
“Both, I think. I need to do nothing until the food blockade breaks up, and then I need Juanin love.” Her hips lifted up off the bedspread so that she could shake her butt herself. I need Juanin to fuck me in this position exactly. Well, I would probably sit up on my elbows. Because he does amazing things to me in this position, and because I love how good it feels to stretch my lower back. Nicky needs his chiropractor every other week and I need mine. Mine’s more handsome, she thought, trying to keep the smile out of her eyes while giving him her innocent and nonchalant look. He rolled his eyes at her, pinched her behind, and got up to start changing into more comfortable clothes.
She texted Daniel to cancel her appearance, and confirmed her morning schedule with Tom, whose accommodations were right at Al Shaqab. The royal equestrian facility was designed for hosting international competitions of all sorts, and had a place for everyone involved- equine and human. Organizers of other shows, be they regional show jumping events, breed shows, or the very popular Arabian competitions, put exhibitors and riders up in the same dormitory-like rooms on site that Tom and his colleagues were in. The Global Champions Tour was too fancy for that. The Tour always put riders up in a 4 or 5 star hotel, no matter the city. Getting riders to go to places like Doha and Shanghai was hard enough without then putting them in dorms. The schedule they went over was quite light. Wednesday involved a mid-morning horse inspection followed by a draw for the starting order for the first big event, open schooling in the arena from 4-6, and then a formal warm-up class immediately after that ran like a regular class but counted for naught. Both of Christina’s horses were to be presented for the jog after 11, so there would be plenty of time to sleep in, work out, and have a nice breakfast before heading over. Then there was time to leave the show and go shopping or wandering, or come back to the hotel to relax by the pool. All of that was explained to Juan, with extra emphasis on the free time. He didn’t react in any remarkable way. She didn’t want to see his reaction to her goodnight call to André, so she made it outside on the balcony.
“Are you exhausted from playing?” she asked him, since Borussia Dortmund played a closed-doors friendly at Brackel against Bochum to try to shed the funk of losing and give some of the players returning from injury a chance to get minutes without pressure. André participated for 90 minutes and scored two goals in the 4-2 win.
“Yes. I’m about to go to bed. I’ve got one of your cashmere blankets, and the lights are already off,” he told her. “I want to hear about your night, Prinzessin, but I need to sleep.”
“Aww don’t worry. There’s nothing to hear about. Get some rest. You deserve it. I bet you’ll sleep good. Call me in the morning.”
“Love you.”
“Gooodnight, babe.” Well no reason to have shielded Juanin from THAT, the sympathetic wife and girlfriend commented to herself. This is kind of a weird time for me between the two of them. I had that talk with Schü two nights ago, and lately it’s so easy to remember why I want to be with him. But nothing is changing with Juan. I still want to be with him too. He’s so...We’re so...It’s like a real relationship now. We don’t even pretend to be friends anymore. It’s weird to be in this situation. It’s okay, right now. I don’t know how long that lasts though, she thought, staring out into the Arabian Gulf and zoning out of everything else happening around her- behind, in the room, and down on the ground level, where people hung out by the pool and on the pier. When does it start to feel like there isn’t enough to go round? When does it feel like one takes away from the other? Like I told Schü, it was easy before to be okay with our problems because I had Juan. I put more of me into being with him than Schü in those situations. It’s not- The sound of the sliding door opening startled her out of introspection. A head stuck out.
“What are you doing?” it questioned with furrowed brows.
“Nothing.”
“Do you want anything from room service? I feel like a nice tea.”
“No thank you.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Schü was going to sleep so it was a quick call. I’m coming in,” Christina hastily explained. She turned the rest of the way around from the railing, and Juan pushed the door open more so a whole human could fit through rather than just a head. “Did you unpack anything earlier? I didn’t even notice when I was hurrying to change. I can give up some hangers if you need.”
“I already hung up my shirts. Is the white dress in there for the party on Saturday?” He walked by the human unzipping her pants and headed for the phone, but there was more than a conversational lilt to his tone, and that caught her ear. It made her smile to herself. She loved knowing his tells, and knowing his turn-ons. He was entirely the reason there was a white dress in the closet.
“The black Balmain mesh-sleeve mini dress fresh from Paris is for the party. The white one-shoulder, collar-neck mini dress is for your Kygo thing.” Because you looooove me in white dresses and because you’re gonna dance with me and hopefully you’ll be a little drunk. And maybe I won’t wear underwear. Hmm. The rider stared at the imaginary light bulb in the middle distance for a moment before pushing her jeans down. Everything is backwards. I did the explore-a-city-with-no-plan thing with Schü, and then had excessively romantic sex with him, and he’s been totally chill about Juan lately. Juan did the smooth-guy-dinner-reservation thing, he’s the one that’s jealous, and I just had a mini-fantasy about being naughty with him in a nightclub in the most prude country I’ve ever been in. Usually everything is the opposite. I’ve been having all the romantic sex with him, and dreaming about it, even. I told Juan about my butt thing. Everything is opposite.
“Do you want to have dinner with him tomorrow or no?” The Spaniard had his hand on the receiver already but was looking at the spacey rider.
“Yeah, if you want. I don’t care. I should be done with the horses by 8. I can have a snack or something between the schooling and the warm up so I can make it to late dinner.”
“But do you have another dress?” he teased while pushing buttons. Someone in the kitchen answered before Christina had a chance to. He ordered his tea and she changed into a t-shirt and more comfortable underwear.
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