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Protecting Each Other
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—Pairing: Seokjin x OC (Sumin)
—Genre(s): The Last of US!AU, Zombie Apocalypse!AU, Fluff, Romance, Angst, Fantasy, Slight-Action, & Slight-Humor
—Warning(s) / Rating: zombies, semi-graphic description of violence (mainly shooting and killing zombies), weapons (guns and a sword), light graphic description of injuries, blood, brief mentions/hints of deaths of a loved one, light suggestive moments (mainly making out), & swearing / 18+
—Word Count: 16K
—Summary: In just one year, the virus swept the planet, destroying everything and everyone in its path and drastically changing the world. However, at least one thing is for certain—Seokjin & Sumin will always have each other.
—A/N: The moment you guys have been waiting for! It is the release of my BB Summer Collaboration Fic! Cue the cheers and confetti! I’m quite proud of myself with how this turned out! I would like to thank my soup friend and forever my number one supporter, Jey @softjeon. It is because of her that this story even came to be the way it is, so this story is dedicated to her.
↬ It is also dedicated to my amazing people: @jinned, @hobiance, @j-sope, @mindays, @ppersonna, @miamorjoon, @parksfilter, & @mygsii. Thank you guys for supporting me and just cheering me on when I needed it. You are truly one of a kind. ↫
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Destruction. That single word echoed in Sumin's mind frequently—on an endless loop. The faint smell of burnt and decaying flesh invaded her poor nostrils as the exhausted young woman carefully maneuvered around the lifeless bodies. Her eyes surveyed her current surroundings, noting how colorless the world had become. How the suffocating silence circled her, engulfing her entire body. Oh, how she missed the times where the sounds of laughter and lively chatter greeted her like a dear old friend. Instead, it was either the painful silence or agonizing screams that said, "hello," to her.
No longer did she see the vibrant colors that caught her attention before the outbreak began. Shifting her gaze downwards, she noted her attire. A faint yet amused smirk formed on her lips as she thought about the irony of her previous observation. She, too, no longer wore bright colors. Now, she wore all black from head to toe.
Her leather jacket? Black.
Her shredded jeans? Black.
Shoes? Black.
Every article of clothing that covered her bruised and wounded body was dark. Well, at least she'd be ready to pay her respects if someone close to her tragically died.
Now, standing in front of a man, who's currently crouched down catching his breath, Sumin remained on high alert. Her right hand gripped the hilt of her Japanese sword to the point that her knuckles turned white. Meanwhile, her left hand held the trusty semi-automatic pistol in front of her. Her index finger rested nicely on the trigger—ready to pull it back at even the faintest snarl heard. She needed to be prepared to fall into action. She couldn’t afford to falter because if she did, then it would cost her significantly. Her hesitation would cost her the life of the person who was the keeper of her heart. She would lose her long-time companion—Seokjin.
Protecting that man was the reason she needed to stay alive. Sadly, he was her only reason to do so. Her family and friends had tragically died one-by-one over the years. To be exact, it was ten years. Ten fucking years since this outbreak came into the picture. Ten fucking years since the zombie attack destroyed any ounce of normalcy she established since she was a child. Then, in a blink of an eye, it was gone, vanished with a snap of someone's fingers.
Only her boyfriend remained by her side, and the protective young woman prepared to do everything and anything to ensure it stayed that way.
As Sumin continued to stare into the fog, searching for any strange shadows, her eyes picked up a faint sound. Her breath hitched as she clutched her weapons, prepared to attack at any second. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a hand. Without a second thought, she swiftly turned around, pointing her pistol at the person's forehead. At the same time, the blade of her sword pressed into the intruder's neck.
But then, she dropped her weapons, both of the lethal items dangled by her side. A long sigh of relief exited her lips as the exhausted Sumin gave the person a dirty look.
"Jesus, Seokjin. I could've easily slaughtered you. You know that right." She scolded the young man, who only chuckled in response, which further irritated her.
Seokjin wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close as he planted a sweet kiss on her temple.
Sumin grimaced and pushed him away, "Ew. I'm all sweaty and bloodied up, Jinnie. No kissing until you and I shower," and just as she finished her statement, she dreaded it instantly. This sense of mischievousness twinkled in his eyes. His lips formed this playful smirk.
Oh, boy. Those two features never made a great combination in Sumin's book. If anything, what came next always left her either a blushing mess that couldn't string a coherent sentence together or chasing the idiot and threatening to punch him.
Silently, she prayed it would be the latter. Sumin wanted to make sure that she could still punch an undead person.
"Jinnie..." She began, forcing a sweet smile on her filthy face, "You better choose your next words carefully or else."
Seokjin's smirk grew, "I don't know what you're talking about sweetheart," He took a step forward, "I was about to suggest something that any loving boyfriend would do for his wonderful girlfriend." He shrugged as his eyes flickered towards Sumin for a moment.
Sumin's breath hitched but soon composed herself.
"Oh, so that's how he wants to play. Game on, Jinnie boy..." She amusingly thought, nodding her head slowly as an alluring smile crept on her face.
Without any warning, Sumin turned the pistol's safety on and tried to fire the gun as a precaution. She then tucked the firearm away in her thigh holster. She secured her prized weapon in its confinement, whistling softly to herself.
As she did that, this unsettling sensation washed over Seokjin's body. His heart raced as if he ran away from a hoard of starving zombies. He suddenly felt parched as Sumin continued to instill fear in him. Her body crouched as she tightened the shoelaces on her boots. How completely still she was as she did something so minuscule. His eyes continued studying her body language, noting how completely balanced she was. He subtly tilted his head, hoping to get a better look at his princess.
"Speaking of ass..." His eyes drifted down Sumin's back, but he forced himself out his unholy thoughts, "Wait, now is not the time to be checking out your girlfriend, Seokjin." He shook his head furiously. His ears perked up at the random sound Sumin made as she stood up. She dusted off her torn jeans before turning her body towards him. An overly sweet smile greeted the scared man.
Seokjin flashed a smile, chuckling nervously at her as he swallowed his saliva; his Adam's apple bobbed a few times. Sadly, it only made him thirstier.
His tongue swept the bottom of his dry lips. Then, he spoke,
"Princess," He began, clearing his dry throat, "Are you preparing for another battle with the undead?" A nervous chuckle escaped his lips, "You know, the more you whistle, the more anxious I become. Do you want that, Sumin? Do you want to be dealing with a nervous boyfriend while we fight for our lives? I think not!" He finished his rather dramatic yet short monologue.
Sumin's face went poker-faced as she nodded her head slowly. No words escaped her lips, maintaining the eerie silence that surrounds the environment. Her eyes narrowed as she homed in on her target. She cracked her neck, releasing the tension in her muscles as she took a step toward the poor man.
As she stepped forward, Seokjin stepped backward. The attractive couple continued this rather odd dance for a few minutes until - suddenly - Seokjin grabbed his pack and bolted away from the menacing young lady.
Sumin bolted after him, shouting at him to stop being such a coward and face her like a real man. Though, she was careful not to alert any enemies of their presence. The last thing she wanted to deal with, on top of Seokjin behaving like a child, was a mob of ravenous zombies.
Yup...definitely not on her nonexistent to-do list.
With her lungs practically begging for air, Sumin refused to let that man escape her grasps. She easily dodged the low hanging branches while keeping her eye on the prize. The prize of closing the gap between her and Seokjin, so she could punch the living shit out of him. What made the situation funnier was that Seokjin taunted her endlessly. Each insult that spewed out of that gorgeous man's mouth fueled her desire - that competitive drive - to tackle him to cold hard concrete.
Then, as if God answered her wish, Sumin's eyes gleamed with excitement as she focused her attention on his perfectly still body.
"HA! I knew you'd stop being such a little bitch and take my punch like a mature adult!" She exclaimed as she jogged up to him. Just as she drew back her fist, she swiftly caught on to Seokjin's odd expression. No longer did he wear this playful mask but now dawned an emotion that Sumin thought she'd never see again.
Complete and utter disbelief.
Carefully, Sumin placed a warm hand on the young man's broad shoulder; her eyes dripped with concern.
"Jinnie..." The concerned lady began but was soon interrupted.
"Do you know where we are, Sumin?"
"I...uh..."
"Imagine everything lit up. The entrance sign lit so brightly that blinded anyone who dared to stare directly at it. Now, add the sounds of the arcade and carnival games going off every second as loud chatter mixes in with the lively atmosphere. Children that scattered all over the fairgrounds as they ran towards their parents, screaming from excitement as they begged their parents to win them yet another gigantic stuffed animal."
Sumin still didn't quite understand what Seokjin was talking about until he said,
"Look at the broken-down stand in the far-right corner," He pointed in that specific direction, "You see those beaten up stuffed animals?" He asked as he intertwined their fingers together. He then guided the two of them towards the row of carnival games. The unhappy pair carefully maneuvered around the fallen debris, planning their steps accordingly. The last thing they wanted to do was deal with one of them having a broken ankle.
The more Seokjin and Sumin adventured down the row of destroyed carnival games, the more Sumin's face became solemn as sadness washed over her entire body. Her jaw clenched, and her breath hitched. She couldn't believe it. She took in every single torn down - practically shredded - dull banners as she passed the poorly maintained game stands. The same game stands she and Seokjin used to frequent every summer and the reason she came home with a massive pile of stuffed animals. It was thanks to that lovesick fool that she no longer had space in her closet for her cuddly friends. At the same time, it was because of those soft stuffed animals that got her hooked on Seokjin's charms in the first place.
God, the more she reminisced about her countless summer spent at this fair, the more she became depressed. However, she couldn't stop thinking about those specific moments in her life. After all, those days led her to the man that she absolutely could never imagine living her life without him.
"I wonder if this place was the first to go?" asked Sumin, voicing her innermost thoughts as her doe-like gaze switched to Seokjin. She noted how tight his jaw was as if he tried his hardest to maintain his composure.
"I hope not..." He trailed on as he continued to survey his surroundings, "Though, it wouldn't surprise me if it was since the annual summer fair always drew in a massive crowd." He finished, letting out a soft, airy chuckle.
The corners of her lips curved upward as Sumin read his mind.
"Yeah. Kind of how it drew us together for the very first time, right?"
"What do you mean, kind of drew us together? It matched two beautiful people together."
Sumin's face fell, "Are you sure? Because I remember our fateful meeting quite differently."
Seokjin gawked. He couldn't believe the words that came out of his princess' mouth.
"Oh, do tell how that day went, then, Minnie
"Gladly...!" She exclaimed with an intriguing twinkle in the corner of her eyes.
Seokjin scoffed playfully, "Oh, I can't wait to hear this."
The petite young female shot an irritated look at the attractive man before beginning her tale.
"Well, as you know, it started on that Friday evening. You had just gotten out of her last class of the week and..." Sumin trailed on. Her words echoed in the back of Seokjin's mind as he, too, recalled their meeting so vividly.
For the twentieth time that evening, Sumin checked her appearance using her front-facing camera. Her trembling hands ran through her beach curled hair, positioning it in a way that made her look charming yet radiated innocence. It wasn't every day that she was set up on a blind date by a good friend of hers. However, she wasn't a stranger to the dating scene, so why did she feel so damn nervous? Why did her heart pound against her chest as if she ran from her house to the fairgrounds?
Suddenly a look of complete and utter dread washed over her face as this horrendous thought implanted itself in her frenzied mind. Without a second thought, Sumin subtly smelled herself, praying to every God known to man that her sweet rose perfume still lingered around her body. She sneakily raised her arms and took a quick whiff under her armpits.
"Oh, thank God. My tropical fruit-scented deodorant is still working." She thought as this massive sigh of relief exited her lips. She dropped her arm, and as she raised her head, her eyes went round. Her breath hitched as this feeling of embarrassment hit her like a tidal wave.
"Please don't be my blind date. Please don't be my blind date." She repeatedly chanted as a drop-dead gorgeous man started walking up to her. With every footstep, he slowly closed the gap between them, and as he closed that distance, Sumin's anxiety increased. The butterflies in the pit of her stomach flew into a flurry, which only caused the poor young girl to smile nervously. She also chuckled softly as she awkwardly waved her hand.
"Great. Now, that handsome fellow is going to think I'm this huge doofus." She mused as she quickly mustered the sweetest smile and introduced herself.
"Nice to meet you, Sumin. I'm Seokjin, but my friends call me Worldwide Handsome." The handsome fellow greeted back, playfully winking at her as he displayed this thousand-watt smile.
Sumin became lost for words. She slightly parted her mouth as she wrapped her mind around the fact that this attractive man seriously said that his friends called him "Worldwide Handsome." Her eyes flickered with annoyance before switching back to politeness.
But before she could ask him if he was serious, Seokjin beat her to it.
"I'm kidding. My friends don't call me that," Another wave of relief washed over Sumin, but once she heard Seokjin's next sentence, that moment of peace was over, "I call myself that. I've been spending my entire high school career trying to get my tasteless friends to admit that I'm good looks are enough for me to hold the title of 'Worldwide Handsome.'"
Out of nowhere, Sumin felt a slight twitch in her right eye. Her body heated up. Her breathing grew heavy as her nostrils flared slightly.
Yeah, they didn't even get past the formalities., and his words ended the date right there.
As the irked young lady opened her mouth, ready to apologize to him that she wanted to end the date, a high-pitch noise emitted from his lips. It was almost as if she activated her car's windshield wipers.
"Oh, my God, I can't keep this charade up any longer," He paused, continuing his fit of laughter. The laughter grew too much for him as he clutched the sides of his stomach. "Congrats, princess. You passed." He vaguely announced, further irritating Sumin.
The serious honey-brown haired woman stared at the tall immature man through slit eyes. Her mind battled if she should ask him to clarify or not. Part of her - scratch that - most of her wanted to go home, but, sadly, the curious side got the best of her, so she asked Seokjin what he meant by his strange words.
The towering, well-dressed man cleared his throat, "Well, my young and surprisingly beautiful princess, what I meant is that you passed the, 'can this potential girlfriend handle my arrogant side and be honest with her reaction rather be fake?' test." He answered, keeping this calm tone of voice.
Suddenly, Seokjin shot Sumin with a playful wink, as he dug out his wallet from the pocket of his light pastel blue zipper hooded sweatshirt. A faint, "ah-ha," escaped his plump lips as he waved his black leather wallet in front of the unamused female.
Sumin raised her brow, finding Seokjin's actions odd and silently berating herself for not going home yet. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something in the back of her head told her to continue humoring the princely idiot.
Her conscience had better be right.
"Is that your hint that you want me to pay for our entrance tickets?" inquired Sumin as she prepared to dig for her wallet in her cotton candy-colored purse. However, as her fingertips grazed the zipper of the wallet, Seokjin gently grasped her wrists. For a split second, a single strand of electricity shot up through her right arm, igniting the nerves that laid beneath.
The longer Seokjin touched her wrist, the more Sumin's cheeks became heated. Just this once, Sumin was glad that it was Summer. She could easily blame the heat on her flushed cheeks, and not the fact that she felt this unspeakable spark between them.
Not wanting to become a blushing mess, Sumin gently tore her hand away from his grasp—much to Seokjin's dismay. Unknown to her, but he felt that spark as well. Never in his years of dating other women did he feel the same that Sumin did. The kicker was that she didn't even know that she had this hold - this magnetic pull- over him. Seriously. She could ask him to tell his friend Jungkook that he sucked at bowling, and he would gladly do it even though it was a death wish in doing so.
Wait, what happened? Where did those thoughts come from as he usually would never think about that, especially towards a woman he had just met? Pushing the confusion away, Seokjin lightly shook his head and plastered a sincere smile on his attractive face.
"Anyway, since we are losing daylight, why don't we go inside the fairgrounds, and yes, I'm gonna pay for your ticket. Don't argue with me on that, okay?" He kindly suggested as he maintained the wicked smile that caused both men and women to swoon over him.
Sumin chuckled, "Alright, you can pay for my entrance ticket, but I'm gonna pay you back by winning you a stuffed animal, cool?" She said with a sunny, innocent smile.
Seokjin's body slightly froze as he thought, "Okay, she might have beaten me in terms of having a smile that caused hearts to skip a beat," He quickly pulled himself back into reality and agreed to Sumin's suggestion.
Though, it wouldn't result in her trying to win him a stuffed alpaca. An hour into their date, Sumin wanted to succeed at winning him that cuddly stuffed alpaca but kept losing at the ring toss. Refusing to give up, the stubborn young lady shelled out another ten-dollar bill and slammed it on the wooden counter.
"Alright, Seokjin, prepare to- wait, what are you doing?" She questioned as Seokjin took the tiny plastic ring from her dainty hands.
The equally as determined man positioned himself in front of her and said,
"I'm gonna win you that alpaca, princess," He stretched his right arm, warming up his muscles, "So, prepare to be amazed by my professional throwing skills!" He announced; his voice was almost loud enough to be overheard by every single person at the carnival.
Sumin giggled softly, shaking her head playfully. Then, a brilliant yet bold idea popped into her mind.
With a seductive grin painted on her lips, Sumin stood on the tips of her toes and courageously planted a kiss on Seokjin's cheek. On the outside, Sumin appeared calm as a clam. However, on the inside, it felt like there was a tornado in the pit of her stomach. Then, a feeling of regret followed, but Sumin pushed it away. A good friend of hers told Sumin that she needed to be confident and more flirtatious. Now, she hoped that her friend's advice paid off.
"I'm sorry if that was too forward, I thought you could use a kiss for good luck?" Sumin quickly apologized, averting her gaze. Her cheeks became flushed as the bashful woman messed with the hem of her dress.
Then, a hand clamped over hers before the cold sweat from her hands left an embarrassing stain.
Sumin's eyes trailed upward and soon widened with how close Seokjin's face was. He was so close that their noses were merely inches away from bumping into each other.
As the doe-eyed Sumin parted her mouth to speak, Seokjin gently pressed his right index finger on her lips. Sumin's gaze flickered to his hand, noticing the plastic ring hanging on his pinky.
"First, thank you for that sweet kiss. It granted me all the luck in the world needed to win these rigged carnival games," He removed his index finger and stood up straight, "Second, now I'm even more determined to win you that alpaca so that I can get another kiss. Perhaps, this time, maybe on the lips?" He flirted, winking at her before he turned his back towards her and prepared to play the ring toss game.
Sumin mustered enough courage and composed herself.
"Let's talk after you win me, RJ."
"RJ?"
"Yeah, that's going to be the name of our cuddly stuffed animal."
Seokjin chuckled at how adorable Sumin was.
"Okay, RJ, it is."
Sumin cheered as she shook her hands in excitement, eager to hug the alpaca.
Her cheers faded into the back of his mind as Seokjin gently pulled himself away from that beautiful memory. It honestly felt so real to him. The smell of deep-fried food lingered around his nostrils while the sounds of Sumin's cute protests echoed in his ears. A reminiscent smile formed on his gorgeous face as he recalled the events that happened after he successfully won her RJ. She dragged him around each food stand and paid for any item that they wanted to try together, though Seokjin offered to pay for the more expensive food items. However, being the stubborn woman that she was, Sumin swatted his hands every time he reached for his wallet.
To this day, he could still feel the stinging sensation on the backs of his hands. Who would've thought that his princess had some strength to her?
"Why are you rubbing your hand, Jinnie?" Sumin's voice pulled Seokjin away from his thoughts. He glanced down and low and behold; he did rub his hand as if she smacked his hand a few minutes before. He ceased his odd action and then threw a warm and loving arm around Sumin's shoulders and pulled her close.
"Don't worry about it, princess, but I still think that you told some aspects of our first date incorrectly." He teased with a lop-sided grin. "If I remember that night correctly, it was I who tried out the ring toss stand first," He playfully tapped Sumin's nose, "And it was you came to my aid like the breathtakingly goddess protector I know you are." He finished before innocently pecking her sweet lips.
Sumin playfully rolled her eyes as the corner of her mouth curved upward. She then lightly shoved her foolish boyfriend, creating space between them.
"Anyway, where should we go next? We still need to find these so-called, 'Fireflies,' if we want any answers on this cure." She asked, surveying the abandoned fairgrounds. Her eyes flickered from every direction, ensuring that there weren't any abnormal shadows nearby.
A faint hum emitted from Seokjin's mouth as he, too, looked around. Then, something captured his attention as he was about to finish his search. He quickly focused his gaze onto the Ferris-wheel as he annoyingly pushed Sumin, repeatedly telling her to look into the distance.
The annoyed honey-brown haired girl lightly slapped his hand away, demanding that he stop being weird.
"I can't help it. You just make me a fool for you, Minnie." Seokjin flirted, causing his girlfriend to gag.
"I swear you are too much sometimes," She readjusted the strap that held her Katana, "But, when you want to, you do spout some intellectual things," She smiled brightly at Seokjin, "Let's head towards that Ferris-wheel and use it as our vantage point." She suggested, which of course, Seokjin agreed as he laced his fingers with hers. Then, the two hiked over to the gigantic wheel, hoping that it could give them some form of a clue.
Minutes later, the duo arrived in front of the rusty Ferris-wheel. The curious young woman broke away from her boyfriend as this strange magnetic pull forced her to step towards the poorly maintained ride. Her fingers grazed the rough cold metal as Sumin noted both the rust and vines that surrounded the wheel.
"It's so strange..." muttered the shocked girl as she stepped back.
Seokjin slowly nodded, unsure what to say next as specific memories plagued his mind. Thoughts of him and Sumin passing by this very Ferris-wheel as he begged her to go on it with him. Whenever he explained to Sumin why they had to ride this attraction, he always told her that it was part of the book of romance. Naturally, his sweetheart demanded that she sees this book so that she could see that so-called rule. The more he thought of that event, the more he chuckled.
His princess was always the skeptical one, but that made their relationship refreshing. They never behaved like any other couple, and he wouldn't want it any other way.
As he forced himself away from his beautiful memories of his lovely lady, he noticed Sumin doing something strange in the corner of his eye.
"Uh...sweetheart? What are you doing?" questioned Seokjin as he continued to watch his girlfriend with curiosity.
Sumin hummed as she glanced over her shoulder, "Oh, I’m gonna climb the Ferris-wheel and use it as our vantage point." She explained as she undid the belt that held her Katana and shrugged off her leather jacket.
"I see...I see..." Then, her words finally registered in his mind, "I'm sorry? Did you say that you were going to climb the Ferris-wheel? Miss ‘I'm afraid of heights’?" He asked with a quizzical expression on his face. The longer he thought about his girlfriend climbing up that poorly maintained carnival attraction, the more he became concerned. It didn’t help that those worries conjured up every worst-case scenario known to man and flooded his mind with them.
Yeah…
He definitely did not want Sumin climbing up there, and just as he shrugged off his jacket, Sumin spoke,
"Yup! Now, stay down here and keep watch, okay? You have my sword if you need an extra weapon." She said with a cheerful smile, reassuring her worried boyfriend. It was as if she read his mind and wanted to wash away his unnecessary concerns.
Seokjin looked utterly stunned. Every time he opened his mouth to say something, Seokjin swiftly closed it as he knew that he couldn't stop his headstrong princess from doing something if she already made up her mind.
Letting out a defeated sigh, Seokjin quickly hugged her and placed a warm kiss on her temple. As he pulled away, he told her,
"Remember what I told you the first time we rode this together?"
"Yeah...don't look down."
Seokjin uttered a quick, "good," as he released his loving hold on Sumin and watched her start her journey up the rusty fair ride.
His eyes remained glued on her body as he watched the love of his life climbed up the ladder of the neglected attraction. Seokjin's mind drifted to the first time he successfully got his princess to ride the Ferris-wheel as he stared at her fading backside, slowly becoming one with the sky.
Crossing her arms underneath her chest, Sumin blinked a few times. She tilted her head slightly as she tried to comprehend the fact that her boyfriend of almost two years wanted her to go to the Ferris-wheel. Also known as the fair's local death trap.
A short yet heavy sigh escaped the hesitant woman as her gaze focused on Seokjin, who currently nibbled on his bottom lip. A cute little habit that Seokjin had whenever he was deep in thought. That was one of the many quirks she learned about him over their two years of being together. The fun part of that sentence was that he always had her learn something new about him every day.
That was one part of their loving and entertaining relationship that she would never trade for the most expensive diamond in the entire universe.
Seokjin was priceless, and Sumin was incredibly lucky to be with someone like him.
Speaking of which...
"Okay, I got the ultimate bribery for you, princess!" Seokjin piped up, pulling Sumin away from her loving thoughts.
The corners of her lips turned up as curiosity burned in Sumin's eyes.
"Oh? And, what are you exactly going to bribe me with, huh, Jinnie boy?" She asked with hints of playfulness in her words.
Seokjin chuckled, "I'm glad you asked, my curious kitten," He then pointed at the nearby cotton candy stand, "If you go on the Ferris-wheel with me, I will buy you all the cotton candy your heart desires!" He exclaimed with eyes practically pleading Sumin to say yes.
A hum escaped her lips as Sumin lightly tapped her chin; her bottom lip jutted out as she "seriously" thought about his offer.
"I don't know, Seokjin, you know well enough that I'm deathly afraid of heights, you're practically asking me to risk my life just for tonight since you want to see the 4th of July firework show at the top of the wheel," Sumin lightly shook her head, "You're gonna have to do better than that, Jinnie." She stated, shrugged her shoulders.
Seokjin's eyes narrowed on her as he mentally cursed at how argumentative Sumin could get—when she wanted to be. He made a mental note to make sure that his princess never hung out with a particular headstrong friend of hers. If he didn't know any better, he knew that Sumin's good friend more than likely told her about his romantic plans for their 4th of July celebration.
"That pain in the ass..." He muttered to himself, rolling his eyes.
Unfortunately, for him, Sumin heard his words and assumed that he called her that. However, she knew better not to start a fight with him over an assumption. She learned that lesson the hard way after an evening of arguing with him over a hunch that almost caused them to break up just before the night of their big first-anniversary date. From that night on, Sumin learned to always ask for clarification. She vowed never to feel that devastating heartbreak again.
Mustering an innocent smile, Sumin eyed him accusingly, "I'm sorry, who's 'that pain in the ass'?"
Seokjin nearly choked on his spit. His body tensed. He then slowly focused his gaze onto the woman that not only made his heart skip a beat but also instilled fear into him. There was nothing in between those two feelings.
The nervous young man opened his mouth to speak but soon closed it as he had to pick his next choice of words carefully. Having a full-blown fight with her was certainly not on tonight’s romantic agenda. Instead, he wanted to share the most magical kiss with his princess and then confess how much he loved her.
While, yes, they had been together for almost two years, Seokjin and Sumin never said, "I love you," to each other. Their mutual friends told them that they took their relationship a little too slow for their liking. Still, Sumin wanted to make sure their feelings towards each other were genuine, and Seokjin respected that.
He wanted her to know that he was just as serious about them as she was.
Which motivated the handsome fool to say,
"Not you," He gently took Sumin's hands as complete and utter adoration burned in his eyes, "Which is why not only will I give you an endless supply of cotton candy, but I will bestow you the most romantic kiss ever known to man, if you agree to go on the Ferris-wheel with me," He quickly glanced at his watch, "We have exactly an hour to wait in that line, get on one of those carts, and slowly ride up to the top of the wheel where we will stop and enjoy the firework display," He smiled warmly at her, praying to every God out there that she would say yes, "So, how about it? You and me? All alone in that surprisingly roomy compartment?" He finished, eager to hear Sumin's answer.
Sumin remained silent as she glanced up to the Ferris-wheel, pondering for a moment. Then, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, she opened her sweet lips and said,
"Yes. I will ride the Ferris-wheel with you."
Sumin suddenly shrieked, followed by this soft laughter as Seokjin abruptly picked her up and twirled her around. Bystanders would've thought that he just proposed to her, and she said yes. That was how ecstatic Seokjin was for finally getting Sumin to agree to ride the wheel with him, especially since he knew how afraid of heights she was.
That was true love right there, and it solidified the never-ending devotion he bore for her.
Gently placing his princess on the ground, Seokjin softly pecked her nose before intertwining their hands together.
With a sincere smile painted on his lips, the handsome young man guided the woman, he absolutely adored, towards the semi-long waiting line to get on the ride. The happy couple passed the time by talking about everything and anything popped in their heads. They talked about how their college courses went the past Spring Semester. They spoke of how goofy their group of friends was, especially when two of their friends sabotaged each other's audition for the theater department's Spring musical.
Sumin still couldn't believe that Jungkook and Hoseok became infatuated with the same girl, who auditioned to play the main heroine in the play.
Slightly shaking her head, she cuddled up to Seokjin as she wrapped her arms around his waist, covering her goose-bumped riddled arms. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling the addictive scent of his cologne.
Seokjin peered down with an amused smirk plastered on his face.
"I'm starting to think that you only restocked my cologne with this scent because you personally like it," He shuffled their bodies up to the front of the line, "Not so much that you think that it's a scent that works well on me." He teased, chuckling at how precious Sumin was as she vigorously shook her head.
She then looked up with her doe-like gaze, “I bought it because you said that you personally liked it and it worked well for you,” She untangled himself for her but only for Seokjin to wrap his arms around her waist and rest his chin on her shoulder, “Don’t pin it on me, mister.” She stated as the ride operator asked if they wanted to ride alone or together while the cart slowly stopped in front of the couple.
Seokjin quickly answered that they wanted to ride together before Sumin had the chance to say some sarcastic remark.
The ride operator nodded and waved them over, allowing them to cross the safety line. The carnival worker politely helped Sumin into the cart then helped Seokjin afterward. The worker quickly did the safety check, making sure everything worked properly before pushing the start button.
The second the cart moved upwards, Sumin’s breath hitched. Panic settled in the pit of her tummy. Her breathing grew sporadic as the carriage continued going higher.
Out of the corner of his eye, Seokjin noticed how tense his princess was and reached over to grab her hands. He gently caressed the backs of her hands as he whispered words of encouragement and peppered her faces with kisses.
“I know it’s too late to say this, but don’t look down.”
“Oh, you’re damn right it’s too late to say that!”
A low whine escaped her mouth as she continued to resist taking a peek down below. The extremely stressed out girl flailed her legs as if she hoped that maybe her kicking her legs would speed up the ride. It didn’t, but a girl could dream, right?
Sumin whined, “Ah, how much longer to the top, Jinnie?” She asked, her voice shaky as she placed a trembling hand on her chest. She felt how her heart practically hammered against her chest, and then it suddenly stopped.
Slowly prying one of her eyes open, Sumin saw Seokjin’s hands tightly holding hers. That explained why she suddenly felt this warmth transfer to her cold hands. However, she began to feel more than just his body heat; she started to feel his courage. The longer he held onto her, the more she felt safe with him. With Seokjin by her side, whispering words of encouragement and showering her with all of the admiration he bore for her, she felt invincible.
Seokjin challenged her by facing her fear of heights. He showed her that while yes, it terrified her to no end, she still had a courageous side to her that needed just a little shove.
Ah, Sumin hated when he unknowingly proved a point to her… God damn it…
Gently opening her other eye, a faint gasp escaped her gentle lips. Her eyes widened at the marvelous view. The city lights twinkled like the stars in the night sky as tiny streaks of red and white gradually passed by the fairgrounds.
What she currently saw, at that moment, was the epitome of a brand-new world—and she owed it all to Seokjin.
Without a second thought, Sumin grabbed Seokjin’s face and kissed his cheek sweetly, letting out a giggle as she pulled away.
A boyish grin appeared on Seokjin’s princely face, “What was that for, princess?” He lightly questioned.
Sumin maintained her loving smile, “For always pushing me to be better,” She said, resting her head against his broad shoulder, “You always know me better than I know myself.” She added as Seokjin rested his head against hers.
“Well, think of it as me returning the favor. You constantly pushed me out of my comfort zone, so naturally, I’d do the same for you.” He stated with a meaningful expression as the Ferris-wheel momentarily came to a halt.
Sumin’s brows furrowed as tiny creases formed on her forehead. Curiosity washed against her body but soon evaporated as the couple heard loud booms followed by flashes of colorful lights.
The easily enamored young lady stared into the night sky in complete awe. Her eyes sparkled like the fireworks that lit up the sky. It was during that moment that Sumin briefly forgot that she was an adult with responsibilities. Responsibilities that came with being a college student who enrolled in a full course load of classes. She forgot about the endless pile of assignments, group projects, and presentations.
For only tonight, the only thing - the only person - she needed to focus on was the attractive fellow that sat next to her.
Which reminded her…
Taking a slow, deep breath, Sumin emptied the nerves that riddled her body. She repeated that action a few more times until she felt weightless. For the past few
months, unknown to Seokjin, she practiced how to confess her love to him. After all, this would be a gigantic leap for them in their relationship.
With a final deep exhale, the shy brunette turned her body towards her boyfriend as the fireworks continued to decorate the black canvas that covered the town. Flashes of color illuminated the Ferris-wheel as Sumin slowly leaned in with rosy-colored cheeks.
“Seokjin…?” She softly called out to him, causing the boy to hum in response; though, his eyes didn’t leave the firework show.
“Can you look at me for a second? I need to tell you something.”
“Oh, that is not something any boyfriend wants to hear coming out of their girlfriend’s mouth.”
“I’m serious, Jinnie!”
“I’m serious too, princess! The moment any girlfriend says that to their significant other, it’s—”
Seokjin’s lips were captured by Sumin’s. Her hands slowly reached up to his neck, gently grasping it as she pulled him closer. Their chests pinned against one another as the couple gradually became lost in each other’s embrace. Seokjin’s hands rested on Sumin’s thighs. At the same time, her fingers entangled themselves in between locks of his hair, gently tugging at them as their kiss grew more fervent.
Tiny moans floated into the air, mixing with the powerful booms from the firecrackers, as the two battled for dominance; neither one of them allowed the other to win, as Seokjin and Sumin remained in their tight embrace for what seemed like an eternity.
Reluctantly, Sumin pulled away as she remembered why she called for him in the first place.
“As I was saying before we passionately kissed each other,” She smiled brightly, chuckling as she wiped away her remaining lip gloss off Seokjin’s swollen lips, “I need to tell you something, and no, I’m not confessing a relationship sin nor am I breaking up with you, you dramatic doofus.” Sumin paused again, soothing the butterflies that fluttered in her tummy, “I wanted to tell you that…I’m in love with you…” She finally confessed with bright red cheeks as passion burned in her eyes.
A massive sigh of relief escaped her lips as she finally and courageously announced that she was utterly head-over-heels in love with him. Now, she didn’t expect Seokjin to say it back since they both agreed, at the beginning of their relationship, that they would say, “I love you,” at their own pace, but a part of her felt afraid. Scared that maybe she said it a little too soon for Seokjin’s liking and now scared him off.
Oh, great. Here came the regret of announcing her love too early, hitting Sumin like a massive tidal wave as her boyfriend remained silent with a straight face.
Sumin sucked in air between clenched teeth, nodding her head as she scolded herself for confessing her love. Slowly, she turned her body, and as she was about to create space between them, she felt a pair of hands cup her cheeks and pull her into the most mind-blowing kiss ever.
Her eyes fluttered close as she became lost in the kiss, and during that heated exchange, she heard Seokjin say in between pecks,
“I’m…in…love…with…you…too…”
With one and final kiss, Seokjin pulled away, though he would instead continue kissing her as he showed her just how much he loved her. As he unraveled himself from her body, he couldn’t help but smirk as he noticed how flushed Sumin’s cheeks were.
He wasn’t going to lie, seeing his princess, a total blushing mess boosted his confidence as this sense of pride surged through his body. He unknowingly puffed out his broad chest as he flung a warm around Sumin’s chest while the Ferris-wheel slowly resumed operating.
“You know, I don’t think our future anniversaries are going to top this one.”
“Yeah. I think you might be right, but I’ll still love you even if our next year’s date consists of us chilling on my roof and stargazing.”
“Huh. I think you just gave me an idea for our annual Autumn dates!”
Slowly opening her eyes, a faint smile graced Sumin's face as Seokjin's words echoed throughout her mind.
And true to her boyfriend's word, he did set up a stargazing date for their yearly Autumn dates.
It still baffled her mind that he was always consistent whenever he suggested something unexpectedly, but that was something that made her fall more in love with Seokjin.
Speaking of love…
Peering down with an exciting twinkle in her eye, Sumin took a deep breath before shouting,
“If I recall that night correctly, I did not confess my love to you until the week after!”
Not even a minute later, Sumin heard Seokjin’s fake laughter, causing the amused young woman to genuinely chuckle as she shook her head, slowly climbing down the Ferris-wheel. There was no point in staying up there if she didn’t see any abnormalities in the shadows.
As the fearless lady descended the ladder, Sumin could hear Seokjin make a few jabs at her memory—or lack of one.
“And another thing, my gorgeous yet always wrong princess! How could I’ve told the story wrong when my memory is ten times better than yours!? So, there! I win!” bragged Seokjin, completely forgetting the fact this booming voice could easily attract a horde of the undead.
A low growl escaped from the annoyed girl’s lip as she paused in her steps. Her gaze drifted upward as the anger bubbled within her chest. Her grip tightened on the rusty metal of the ladder; her knuckles turned white, which meant that the poor girl was seconds away from punching her oh-so-charming boyfriend.
Was it too late to leave Seokjin behind while she journeyed off to find the Fireflies? After all, her boyfriend could easily manage a bunch of zombies on his own.
Forcing out a sigh, Sumin continued her journey down, loving yet hating the fact that she could never leave him behind.
She loved him too damn much…
Little by little, Sumin gradually closed the gap between herself and the sweet ground that she wished her feet stepped on as opposed to the tiny stairs. As much as she didn’t mind heights anymore, she would rather be on the floor if she could help it. More comfortable to defend herself and Seokjin if necessary.
“Ah, I hope he’s doing….” She mumbled to herself, stopping abruptly when her eyes picked up something strange into the distance. She halted in her place. Her eyes squinted, hoping that it would help her vision become sharper. Then, her breath hitched as it grew sporadic. Her chest tightened as she gripped the ladder once again.
This heaviness of complete and utter dread crashed into Sumin’s body like a gigantic tidal wave that hit into a city. She slowly felt the wind knock out of her as the horrific shrieks drew near.
Then, her heart completely stopped the moment she heard Seokjin cry out to her in terror.
“Seokjin, just leave me!” She commanded sternly as the adrenaline-fueled woman rushed down the ladder, no longer caring if she fell from the ladder. Sumin was close to the ground anyway and could quickly get into a combat-ready stance while Seokjin dashed to safety.
Seokjin’s safety would forever and always be a top priority for Sumin…
As the worried young woman descended from the maintenance ladder, practically near the gravel, she heard Seokjin idiotically taunt the undead as they surrounded him, desiring so much to eat his warm flesh. However, the secretly terrified young man couldn’t let his fear consume him. He needed to protect Sumin as he could never imagine living his life without her. Since the start of this horrendous outbreak, the lovestruck man vowed to protect his beloved and ensured that no harm came her way.
He hasn’t failed yet, nor would he ever fail at keeping his promise because, just like Sumin, Seokjin’s utmost priority is his girlfriend’s safety.
Using his sacred promise as his motivator to keep fighting, Seokjin peeked into the scope and fired shot after shot with his semi-automatic rifle, readying another round of ammo as his ammunition clip emptied.
Just as he pulled out the emptied ammo, Seokjin felt something sharp swipe at his right arm, creating a gash on his bicep as blood streamed down and stained his black leather jacket; though, it didn’t matter as no one would notice it. Well, the horde of undead caught it as the addicting scent of fresh plasma enticed them even more, sending them into a frenzy.
The injured man winced as the pain grew increasingly unbearable, but he refused to stop fighting. The moment he ceased firing, they would attack Sumin and more than likely kill her.
No…
Seokjin would never allow that to happen…
Not as long as his heart continued beating…
Exhausting his last amount of strength, Seokjin suddenly stopped firing and rammed the end of his semi-automatic rifle into one of the zombies before shooting a few bullets into its decaying body. As the adrenaline-fueled protector readied to fight off more zombies, he failed to realize that he had a few rushing at him from his flank. As their growls grew close, Seokjin knew it was too late to fire a few rounds at them while five more zombies ran at him from the front.
No matter which direction he focused on, those undead bastards would aggressively claw at him before devouring his juicy flesh. However, he couldn’t let that thought deter him from his personal objective; his mission of getting Sumin to the Fireflies, so those groups of doctors could create a cure that would one day restore humanity on this lonely planet.
That’s why he had to keep fighting….
Breathing deeply, Seokjin readied his weapon, releasing bullet after bullet at the horde in front of him, ignoring the ones that rushed at him from behind.
But he also neglected his ride-or-die partner…
A loud grunt entered one ear and exited through the other, followed by the sound of a sharp object impaling one flesh after the other before bodies dropped right behind the handsome man. Their decaying, decapitated heads rolled towards the assailant’s feet before the person kicked to the side like a soccer ball.
Seokjin faintly scoffed as he glanced behind his shoulder and whispered, “And I thought it was my job to save you, p-princess…” as the last bar of his energy finally depleted. His face paled from the amount of blood that slowly drained from his arm. His eyes shuttered close as Seokjin gave in to the exhaustion that plagued him. His legs wobbled as his knees buckled in, ready for his entire body to collapse onto the pavement.
Yep…Seokjin depleted all of his energy…
However, as he was seconds away from dropping to the floor, Sumin quickly sheathed her Katana and grabbed Seokjin before he could. She then wrapped his uninjured arm around her shoulders as she hoisted Seokjin and supported his weight with all the strength she mustered minutes before.
“C-come on, Jinnie…” A few grunts left her lips, “You c-can’t give up on me just yet.” Sumin’s voice quavered as she struggled to reach for Seokjin’s assault rifle. Her fingertips grazed the strap a few times before she successfully wrapped them around the leather material and hung it around her boyfriend’s neck. Of course, she switched the rifle’s safety on before doing that. Insult to injury would be that she caused the death of her boyfriend.
“Alright…” She softly began as she surveyed her surroundings, hearing loud shrieks in the distance. Terror settled in her face, but Sumin didn’t allow it to show. No. The second she let the fear win, it was game over for her and Seokjin.
And Sumin would never allow that to occur, so she had to think of a place for them to hide.
Her mind went into overdrive as she thought of all the possible places for them to wait for the horde to lose interest in them quietly. The site also had to provide them enough cover that could not only disguise their scent but ward off the stench of blood as she patched Seokjin’s deep wound.
Sumin’s concerned gaze glanced at her boyfriend’s limp and severely injured arm as streams of blood stained his scarred hand.
Quickly shaking her head, the worried girlfriend forcibly pushed away any possible worst-case scenarios as it would neither help her or Seokjin in their current situation.
Suddenly, another thunderous, bone-chilling scream echoed in the eerie atmosphere, and this time it sounded nearby.
“Shit…!” She cursed through clenched teeth as she readjusted Seokjin’s weight against hers. “Okay, do you remember where the Hall of Mirrors was at?” She asked, guiding them away from the pile of lifeless zombies.
Seokjin groaned a few times. His eyes fought to stay open, but he found it difficult to do so. Shit, he barely registered Sumin’s question. That was how drained he was.
Sumin’s brows furrowed as wrinkles formed on her forehead. Her heart tightened from Seokjin’s lack of response.
“You know what, it’s okay, Jinnie,” Sumin forced an affectionate yet tired smile, “I think I remember where it was at,” She said, hunching her body as Seokjin’s weight slowly collapsed on top of her tired body. Still, she exerted enough of her depleting energy to keep them standing.
“Alright, let’s go.” She whispered, hobbling the two of them over to the entrance of the Hall of Mirrors. She kept her right arm anchored on Seokjin’s waist. At the same time, her left hand interlocked with his as she practically dragged them towards the entryway.
In between her grunts, she suddenly heard Seokjin let out this light chuckle. Sumin couldn’t help but giggle as her boyfriend’s delirious expression was priceless; though, she shouldn’t find his dying state hilarious. She believed the dehydration slowly crept on her emotional state and took a mental note to take a few big gulps from her canister. Just one of the many containers filled with water that Sumin and Seokjin filtered by boiling out the impurities from a river they stumbled upon a few weeks back.
But before she could dive into the hilarious memory associated with that river, a string of slurred words entered her ears followed with pain-induced groans.
Sumin forced air through her nose, “Seokjin, save what little strength you have. Okay?” She kindly suggested, though, it sounded more of a demand.
“B-But…princess…” Seokjin winced as his eyes opened slightly, “We can f-finally settle o-our bet once and f-for all.” He finished, stumbling over some words.
Sumin briefly halted their steps but swiftly resumed as they couldn’t afford to stop with a pack of starving zombies on their trails.
With a raised brow, Sumin asked what he meant by his rather vague statement as she and Seokjin finally passed through the entryway to the Hall of Mirrors. Correction. The place was now a dark, spacious area surrounded by broken mirrors and cracked glass decorated the pathway.
“I mean, S-Sumin…” He coughed twice, causing the tired girl to become alarmed and even more concerned for Seokjin’s wellbeing, “Don’t you r-remember on our fourth a-anniversary that y-you a-and I made a bet—” Seokjin let out a loud cry as Sumin accidentally bumped his injured arm against the wall as her body finally gave up on her. The two of them collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily.
“Sorry, Seokjin.” The exhausted young lady mumbled as she took a minute to catch her breath before moving his body to a more comfortable position.
Seokjin made a face before continuing where he left off.
“As I w-was saying before you c-carelessly d-dropped me,” Sumin shot him an icy glare, resulting with him swiftly apologizing before resuming, “Anyway, you a-and I made a b-bet on our f-fourth a-anniversary because neither one of us h-had y-yet to come inside here,” Seokjin repeated, hoping that something – anything – triggered Sumin to have this lightbulb moment.
Then, like clockwork, she did.
“Oh, my God…” She trailed on as she took off her jacket and tied her hair up in a pony-tail, “Are you talking about that stupid bet that you created because you were too much of a chicken to go in this place by yourself?” She questioned, emphasizing a specific word.
Seokjin gawked but let out a few more coughs, “That b-bet isn’t stupid!” He declared, wincing loudly as Sumin carefully removed the torn leather jacket sleeve from his arm. The fabric lightly grazed his gaping wound, creating an endless wave of this unbearable stinging sensation.
Sumin smiled wanly as she gently held his injured arm, assessing the severity of the wound.
“I know you’re in pain, Jinnie, but the bet was stupid, and I’ll tell you why.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone, not realizing that Seokjin closed his eyes, surrendering to the darkness that slowly swamped his mind. Sumin didn’t notice this yet, but Seokjin sadly began reacting to the virus that caused this damn outbreak in the first place.
Minutes rolled by and still no snippy remark from Seokjin. Panic settled in Sumin as she immediately shifted her focus on him. She gently cupped his marked-up cheek; her eyes dripped with fear.
“Jinnie?” She lightly tapped his face while the anxiety settled within her chest, “You gotta stay away, okay? Just stay awake for me. P-please…” She desperately begged as tears formed in the brim of her eyes. “After all, you have to travel down memory lane with me on how that stupid bet came to be…” She stated in a soft-spoken voice as she applied pressure to his wound, refusing to give up on him.
Sumin’s eyes fluttered close, slowly breathing out of her nostrils. Her mind wandered off, transporting her back to that fun evening.
Harden stares. Smug smiles. Two people proudly stood in front of each other, hiding one of their hands behind their backs. The unusual duo anchored their bodies in front of the infamous entryway to the Hall of Mirrors, calculating the other person’s next move in their fun game of rock-paper-scissors. Rumors surrounded the infamous carnival attraction as legends said that a couple of fair-goers had unexpectedly grown ill and currently fought for their lives in the downtown hospital. Knowing that only enticed every single customer to want to brave it out and check out the attraction for themselves.
But not for Seokjin and Sumin. Nuh-uh. This quirky couple would rather look like complete fools in front of the infamous fair attraction than go inside.
And this all started because Seokjin stubbornly refused to go inside the Hall of Mirrors by himself.
Naturally, Sumin called him a coward; thus, it led them to their current predicament.
With an arrogant smile painted on her beautiful face, Sumin’s stare narrowed as if she had telepathic abilities, allowing her to read Seokjin’s next move.
“Stare at me all you want, princess, but you will never defeat the rock-paper-scissors champion!” taunted Seokjin with an equally cocky smirk plastered on his gorgeous face.
Sumin snorted; her eyes briefly flickered to the side.
“You and I both know that there’s no such thing as a champion of rock-paper-scissors. You giant doofus!” She quipped in a high-pitched voice, earning her a few odd glances from a few bystanders.
Yeah. That reaction resulted in Sumin’s boyfriend doing his infamous windshield wiper laugh, causing a couple of people to stop in their tracks with a confused expression.
The embarrassed college student hung her head low. Her cheeks heated from unwanted attention.
Shyly, Sumin lifted her head, uttering a few apologies to the strangers before shooting Seokjin a cold stare as he continued cackling for a good three minutes.
The agitated brunette blew air upward from her mouth before stalking up to her hysterical boyfriend and punched him in his bicep.
Seokjin yelped but showed no sign of his laughter ceasing any time soon, which further annoyed Sumin.
Finally fed up with her cackling boyfriend, Sumin shouted, “Enough! I’ll go inside the stupid hall of mirrors with you!” She walked towards the carnival worker, dragging Seokjin by his wrist while his laughter slowly faded away. He quickly wiped away the tears that formed because he laughed so hard that his stomach ached.
Ah, he hadn’t a good laugh like that since Namjoon broke their Chemistry professor’s beaker and set off the smoke alarms in the classroom.
Good times right there…
Softly shaking his head, Seokjin handed the worker two entry tickets. Then the employee granted them entrance into the Hall of Mirrors.
Gradually, the couple walked further into the hallway. The light from the sunset faded in the background as the young pair went deeper into the creepy attraction.
Without a second thought, Sumin wrapped her arms around Seokjin’s forearm and clung to her protector. The frightened girl shuffled alongside her boyfriend, disregarding the fact that she could’ve easily tripped him. Her heart pounded against her chest as she caught glimpses of her funny reflections in the mirrors.
Tiny whines left Sumin’s lips as she cutely stomped her feet because Seokjin wanted to admire his humorous reflection.
His action shocked her tremendously since it was Seokjin’s idea in the fucking first place that they played rock-paper-scissors to see if Sumin accompanied him or not inside this terrifying place. Now, she started believing that the attractive idiot she called a boyfriend hustled her.
If that were the case, then what she was about to do next, she wouldn’t feel guilty whatsoever.
With both a devious smirk and gleam on her innocent face, Sumin turned her attention towards Seokjin, slightly tilting her head.
“Hey, Jinnie…”
“What’s up?”
“Wanna make a bet, especially since it’s our fourth anniversary together?”
Seokjin blinked a few times. His lips thinned as this uneasy silence covered them like a warm blanket on a Winter’s night.
His stare darted between Sumin’s innocent face and the random stranger squeezed by them.
The confused man opened his mouth but soon closed it as the longer he stared at his girlfriend’s doe-like eyes, the more he realized that there was a trap waiting for him.
With knitted brows and taking a step backward, Seokjin hesitantly took the bait and asked what kind of bet Sumin talked about.
“Simple, Seokjin,” She gestured to their rather cramped surroundings, “Since you and I both do not want to be in here any longer than we have to,” She then pointed towards the direction in front of them, “And judging from the bone-chilling screams that echo every five seconds, it seems that this place is only going to become even scarier.” She explained, though, not really getting her point across.
However, that was the beauty of their relationship. Seokjin always understood what went on in Sumin’s beautiful yet devious brain.
And sadly, for him, this was a bet that would result in his loss…
Looking briefly displeased, Seokjin sighed heavily before interlacing their fingers together and continuing their journey inside the spooky attraction.
“So…what happens if you lose the bet?”
“Me? Ha. That’s comical, Jinnie. Tell me. Who’s the braver one between us two?”
“Well, that depends princess on what we’re doing, you big goof.”
Sumin scoffed, rolling her eyes, “You just don’t wanna admit that I’m braver than you.”
Now, it was Seokjin’s turn to scoff.
“Uh-huh. Let’s see if you keep that mindset once we near the end of this hallway since I believe that is when we heard the most terrifying induced shrieks.”
“You’re on!”
And true to his words…Sumin freaked out first and punched one of the costumed workers in the stomach.
Yeah…
Safe to say that the carnival manager banned the couple from entering the Hall of Mirrors ever again.
Well, at least there was a positive aspect of this epidemic…
Seokjin and Sumin were allowed inside the attraction; though, the concerned woman wished it were under better circumstances…
A defeated expression washed over Sumin’s face. Yet, the anxious but determined young woman refused to allow Seokjin to succumb to the deadly virus. A few sniffles echoed slightly as Sumin maintained pressure on the wound, allowing the disinfectant to have some sort of effect on the injury.
“Come on…” The distressed girl repeatedly uttered as tears cascaded down her dirty and bloodied cheeks. Out of anger, Sumin threw the blood-soaked gauze and hurriedly applied another, cleaning and dressing the gash some more. The upset girl’s tears landed on Seokjin’s arm, unknowingly stirring the man from his pain-induced slumber.
A couple of faint groans escaped his precious lips as Seokjin’s eyes slowly fluttered open. He slowly turned his head; his gaze landed on Sumin’s.
A small smile displayed on the handsome man’s face before he started to reach out to Sumin with his injured room, stubbornly ignoring the severe shooting pains that surged through his veins.
“…n-now…why is m-my princess crying…?” whispered Seokjin as his bloodied hand cupped Sumin’s soft cheek, “Beautiful w-women shouldn’t s-shed any t-tears…” He added, successfully causing his concerned girlfriend to chuckle.
Sumin leaned into his warm touch, maintaining her solemn smile, before grasping his hand with hers.
“G-gross Jinnie…” She teased, forcing herself to make light of the situation for not only her sake but Seokjin’s as well, “I don’t want you touching me with your bloody fingers.” She added, removing her hands from his bloody one as she resumed tending to his wound. Using her jacket sleeve, the brunette carefully wiped away the tears that threatened to fall. The last thing she needed was her purposely causing more minuscule pain to Seokjin.
Seokjin tried laughing, but they soon turned into small coughing fits. The injured man rolled his eyes; though, he maintained his tiny, playful smile.
“Well, I’m s-sorry that I c-couldn’t w-wash my hands before doing t-this—” Seokjin suddenly yelped as he felt this unbearable pain shoot up his arm once again. Then, he felt a cooling sensation that followed shortly. Wondering what it was, Seokjin’s gaze followed Sumin’s arms and then noticed yet another gauze slowly soak up his tainted blood. Not even a minute later, that excruciating ache returned.
“Ouch woman!! Be a little gentler next time!!” cried the injured man, shooting glares at his girlfriend.
Sumin gawked, “You know what…I take my tears back now,” Her face became emotionless, “Since you’ll be fine now seeing as that you finally stopped stuttering caused by that excruciating pain you were in earlier.” She said blankly, blinking a few times before turning her back towards him to put away their shared medical supplies.
Tiny chuckles escaped Seokjin’s chest as he slowly sat up, examining his bandaged-up arm. He stared at his wound as curiosity slowly washed over him. His eyes trailed over to Sumin and instantly noticed that her left hand dawned a bandage. Then, it occurred to him. She must’ve fused her blood with the disinfectant and made a quick cure for his wound before the virus had a chance to completely take over.
With the corners of his mouth turning upwards, Seokjin shuffled his way over to Sumin and warmly placed a hand on her head. Love glowed in his eyes as he stared affectionately at her backside.
“Well, it’s thanks to you that I’ll be fine,” but not even a second after saying that, he winced; his hand rested on the side of his torso. “Damn, did those undead bastards get me somewhere else too?” He bitterly thought but was soon thankful that he didn’t feel any fresh blood on his fingers. However, he didn’t want to alarm Sumin yet again. He saw how anxious she became when those zombies severely injured his arm. Seokjin couldn’t put her through that heartache for a second time.
Through gritted teeth, the stubborn fool repeated that he’d be okay and that he could never die.
“As long as I’m breathing and standing before you, I will always protect you,” He pressed his plump lips to Sumin’s temple, “Again, nothing and no one can kill me.” He declared; his eyes burned with determination as if he made another sacred pact to himself.
A faint scoff escapes her lips, unbothered to show her face to him.
“What if someone is successful and does kill you? Then, what, Jinnie?” She asked; her breath hitched for a split second. “I-I can’t afford to lose you…” She added, muttering as her voice softly broke in the beginning. Then, Sumin closed her eyes, slowly exhaling through her nose as she desperately tried taming the anxiety that gradually swallowed her body. The thought of losing Seokjin always triggered it for her. There were days where she wished that she were this emotionless, ruthless killing machine immune to emotions such as love, but that wasn’t the case.
It was thanks to those beautiful emotions that Sumin was herself. If she was this robot, then she wouldn’t have met Seokjin.
And with that final thought, the uneasy young woman turned towards her boyfriend, facing him with a brave expression as Sumin swung her backpack around her shoulders and tightened the straps.
“And that is why I will not stop at nothing until I find that safe haven.” She declared suddenly yet firmly; her eyes sparked with this undying resolve for her personal mission. “You hear me, Jinnie? I will find us that secure place. I s-swear to you.” She finished, letting out a few sniffles as her eyes became glossy.
Seokjin remained speechless, unsure of how to answer Sumin’s question. He was also taken back from Sumin’s sudden declaration; however, his mind soon drifted back to her earlier question.
Truth be told, he never thought about his death since that was something, he couldn’t afford to even imagine it.
No.
The moment he thought about someone killing him, it would be game over. His body would succumb to the fear that Seokjin channeled countlessly into courage. He needed to be strong for him and Sumin.
He just had to…
Tapping his chin, Seokjin hummed in response before wrapping a warm around Sumin’s shoulders, pulling towards him. His chin now rested nicely on top of her head while his courageous girlfriend finally broke down and sobbed in his chest, dampening his shirt. She could only hold that brave face for so long.
“Aw, Minnie…” He cooed, softly rubbing her back and sweetly kissing her head, “You don’t have to worry about keeping me safe, and do you want to know why?” He asked softly; his eyes blazed with absolute devotion and admiration.
Sumin nodded her head but remained glued in his broad chest as more tiny sniffles escaped her precious lips.
Seokjin couldn’t help but chuckle in response, finding his girlfriend extremely cute at that moment.
“Well, the reason why you don’t have to worry about keeping me safe is that I’m already safe, princess.”
“Huh? How’s that possible, Seokjin?”
Then, he grinned widely before answering,
“Because I’m always safe whenever I’m with you, sweetheart.” He happily stated, earning himself a light shove and angry stare from Sumin. “Ah, that tiny push was worth it since you’re no longer upset and shedding your beautiful tears when they aren’t necessary.” He added, smiling brightly. His smile was so vast that his cheekbones practically touched his eyes, causing them to disappear.
Sumin made a face, “Unbelievable…” She trailed on, walking away from him, “After all these years, you still manage to become cheesier than your last attempt!” She shouted over her shoulder, wearing this amused yet teasing smirk on her face.
Seokjin shook his head, forever enjoying their endless game of cat and mouse.
“I swear, I must be a masochist…” He humorously thought before chasing after his woman.
Inch by inch, Sumin peeked her head out; her gaze flickered toward every single direction, making sure the close was clear before leaving their hiding spot.
Seokjin’s breath fanned the back of her neck, creating goosebumps to appear. Tiny giggles emitted from her lips as Sumin hunched her shoulders, hoping that it would stop the rather affectionate man that she called her boyfriend.
However, it did not. If anything, the lovesick fool saw his girlfriend’s protests as a challenge. A challenge that he’d surely win.
Without a second thought, Seokjin wrapped a protective arm around Sumin’s shoulders, pressing his chest against her back. Then, he slowly lowered his head; his plump lips hovered over her ear.
“So…is the close clear?” He whispered; his hot, breathy tone caused the poor girl to become flustered as a small, yet enticing moan escaped her innocent lips.
Then, seconds later, a loud smack echoed throughout the dark, empty halls of the destroyed carnival attraction.
Seokjin grunted, rubbing the area where his girlfriend smacked him.
“Did you really have to go for my chest? You know how sensitive I am in that area.” He whined, pouting cutely as he continued rubbing his injured chest.
Sumin scoffed, ignoring his rather cute complaints, “Obviously. Why else would I slap you in your most sensitive spot beside your humongous ego.”
“Ego? That’s a weird name to call my—”
“Finish that sentence and no sex once we find the safe haven.”
Seokjin flinched. His face tensed from the mere thought of not being intimate with his girlfriend. Then, he hung his head low, “I’ll behave, princess.”
The triumphant young lady uttered a quick, “good,” before placing an innocent peck on his scratched-up cheek. She then gestured towards the exit, announcing to him that it was safe to run towards the fence that faced the abandoned, ruined mall. During the couple’s attempt at escaping the hungry horde, Sumin noticed a destroyed wall in front of the mall that she and Seokjin frequented for many years.
“You ready? Do you have enough energy to dash towards that gate?”
“I think I can manage, sweetheart.”
Tightening the strap that held her sword in place, Sumin slowly inhaled then released the pent-up stress and other frustration through her nostrils.
With a look of determination on Sumin’s smudged up face, the fearless woman charged out of the entrance; her gun fired round after round, emptying the clip before she quickly inserted another ammo clip. She briefly took note of how many clips she remained before she completely ran out.
Running behind her, with an infinite release of ammo from Seokjin’s semi-automatic, the protective yet still injured man guarded his girlfriend, protecting her like a royal knight for his princess as he safeguarded her from any harm. He shot down any undead bodies that rushed at Sumin, finding it a bit therapeutic as killing those zombies was another form of revenge for him.
Funny, huh?
Gradually, the abandoned mall became large as it appeared in the running couple’s sights. Their hearts drummed against their chest as they felt the adrenaline deplete from their bodies, but they couldn’t give up. Not just yet. They needed to find a safe haven and restore humanity to this rotting planet.
They just had too…
Skidding towards the open gate, Sumin held it up, widening the gap so Seokjin could fit in the hole. She breathed heavily while her eyes homed in the rushing horde that slowly closed the distance between them. With her free hand, she aimed her gun at the dead crowded, firing a few times. The frightened girl landed head-shots and permanently killed them.
“Come on, Sumin!” hollered Seokjin as this wave of anxiety washed over him as well. Being on the other side of the fence did not sit well with him whatsoever—scratch that. Not standing right beside Sumin did not sit well with him at all.
Just as the worried man readied his weapon, Sumin scrambled through the hole, earning herself a small cut on the back of her hand.
Seokjin instantly noticed, grabbing her uninjured hand, and pulled her towards the ruined building. The exhausted boy tapped into any reserve energy he stored. At the same time, Sumin addressed his wounds earlier as they continued their mad dash for the broken mall building.
With the entrance doors in sight, Seokjin practically shoved Sumin inside before following after. He swiftly scanned his surroundings, looking for anything that could be used as a barricade. Seconds later, his eyes focused on a pile of pipes.
“That should work…” He frantically thought as he grabbed a couple and stuck in between handles. For added measure, he rolled over some of the fallen metal trash bins, completely ignoring the surging pain in his right arm. Even though Sumin wiped away the virus from Seokjin’s body, his gash still remained and gradually reopened.
A few winces escaped his plump lips, instantly alerting Sumin. She tucked her pistol in its holster before helping him push the trash bins.
Playfully shaking her head, Sumin gave him a look, teasing him in the process.
Seokjin rolled his eyes, scoffing before flashing her a boyish grin.
“You know I could’ve rolled that by myself.”
“Uh-huh. Sure,” Sumin pointed at his injured arm, “And that’s why your wound reopened, doofus.” She stated before maneuvering the metal bin in front of the door, securing its position.
Seokjin jokingly mocked her as he felt a slight tug on his wrist. He obediently followed Sumin, sitting down when instructed to. His eyes trailed up, noting how breathtaking his princess was despite the many cuts, bruises, and dried up blood that decorated her face. Soon, the corners of his mouth curved upwards as he continued watching Sumin redo his bandages. He couldn’t quite explain it, but he felt like he transported back to the day he first fell in love with her.
And it all because of the angelic smile that graced her beautiful face…
“Okay, all done.” Announced Sumin, tightening the knot on the bandage. “Next time you reopen up your gash, I’m gonna let it get it infected.” She warned with an overly sweet tone before placing an innocent kiss on his cheek.
Seokjin chuckled, jokingly saluting his woman before standing up. He grabbed his weapon and flung the strap around his shoulder, allowing it to lazily hang beside him as he and Sumin journeyed deeper inside the empty mall.
Walking past broken glass displays, where only a few shards remained hanging on the wall, Sumin mumbled the name of each storefront. Suddenly, she halted, tugging on Seokjin’s jacket sleeve.
Seokjin peered down, asking her if she was okay, and why they stopped in their tracks.
Without saying a word, Sumin simply pointed at the storefront. The concerned young man followed her finger and soon gasped.
“Is that—”
“Yup.”
Sumin took a step forward, walking towards the broken counter. She observed the discarded plastic cups and open cash registers. She clicked her tongue, devastated seeing one of their favorite food places utterly destroyed. She turned her head but quickly looked away after seeing the bloody hand prints that decorated the door that led to the kitchen.
The bottom of her lip disappeared as Sumin closed her tear pooled eyes. A few drops trickled down her cheeks, alerting Seokjin. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder before pulling her body towards his. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his cheek against her head as he whispered loving words, hoping to soothe away her sadness.
“It’s just not fair, Jinnie.”
“I know, princess, but at least we have each other.”
Sumin sniffled before mumbling, “Kind of like how Hoseok had Lainey?”
Jinnie chuckled at her sudden lighthearted comment as he pulled away from his now smiling girlfriend.
“No. I think you’re thinking of Renae, sweetheart.” He corrected. Though he secretly could be wrong as he too couldn’t remember which girl, he and Sumin successfully paired Hoseok up with for his third blind date.
Quickly wiping away any remaining tears, Sumin cleared her throat a few times before speaking,
“I don’t think so, Jinnie. It could be this one girl. Oh, what’s her name…?” She trailed on, snapping her fingers in hopes that it’d help her remember. Then, it finally clicked. “Ah! Bunny, I believe, was her nickname!”
Seokjin shook his head briefly humming before correcting Sumin yet again.
“Nope. Wrong again, princess. She ended up with Jungkook, remember?”
Sumin lips fell slightly open, silently berating herself for having the worst memory. Granted, she and Seokjin busied themselves with saving the human race and fighting off countless undead hordes, so that played into her favor.
With her brows knitted together and her lips thinned, Sumin thought long and hard on who the fuck ended up being Hoseok’s girlfriend. Alys? No, she remembered that she wound up with Namjoon. Kenzie? That was also another no since she ended up with Jimin—or was it her good friend Lindy? Oh, my God. Sumin drew a fucking blank on the name as she swiftly ruled out another friend of hers, Bean, who ended up being Yoongi’s adorable girlfriend.
“Fuck!” She mentally cursed as she gnawed on her bottom lip, desperate to figure out who ended up with Hoseok.
Seokjin, on the other hand, laughed at how serious yet adorable Sumin looked. He found it especially cute when her cheeks puffed out as the frustration slowly washed over her face.
Should he be a good boyfriend and help her? The amused young man quickly weighed his options, finding both the pros and cons to helping Sumin out but decided to assist his poor, agitated girlfriend.
“It’s Nina.”
“Nina? Oh! Nina! I’m a dummy. I can’t believe I forgot her.”
Seokjin gave a lop-sided grin as he wrapped a loving yet protective arm around Sumin and repeated, “It’s okay,” and “I still love you, stupidity and all.” He then guided her away from the ruined food court and resumed their journey inside the mall.
Laughter echoed throughout the three abandoned floors of the humongous building. For that brief moment, Sumin and Seokjin were simply two lovebirds on a simple date.
The loving couple recollected all the times they ended up at the mall after an extravagant dinner. Seokjin gently caressed the back of Sumin’s date, releasing a chuckle or two as she recalled the time Jungkook stole a black leather jacket.
“I’m still trying to figure out why he thought it was wise to steal the mannequin as well.” Sumin laughed, smiling brightly as she oddly felt relaxed.
Seokjin shrugged, “I have no clue, but with Jungkook, I never do. That boy has always been a strange one.” Suddenly, sadness clouded his handsome features, halting his steps, the more he thought about Jungkook and the rest of his close friends. He had yet to receive any news on their whereabouts. The last time he heard anything was 7 years ago.
7…long…years…
Before he could dwell on his friend’s untimely demise, he felt a warm hand cup his dirty cheek. His solemn gaze trailed down and met Sumin’s loving and comforting stare.
“Hey. Think positive, Seokjin.”
“How can I? For all I know, they could be long dead, and I wasn’t there for them, like the older brother I was supposed to be for them.”
Sumin sighed but quickly validated his feelings. Shit. She felt the same way about her close friends and family, and she allowed the guilt to eat away at her conscience. However, it wasn’t until the 3rd year of this pandemic that she turned the blame into resolve and swore that she would avenge everyone she loved.
Softly rubbing Seokjin’s marked up cheek, Sumin plastered a sweet smile and said,
“Once we find that safe haven, we will go look for your friends, okay? I mean, they have Namjoon and Yoongi with them, so the rest of them can’t be dead. Alright?”
The distraught boy nodded his head as the corner of Seokjin’s mouth twitched.
His princess always knew what to say, especially to light a fire underneath his depressed ass.
He sweetly pressed his lips against her forehead and muttered a quick, “thanks,” before taking her hand once more and resumed their exploration.
The completely smitten couple journeyed to the third floor, both of them finding it humorous that they actually walked up the broken escalators. Years ago, when it worked properly, the duo always rode it up to their designated floor. Even when it became evident that walking up the escalators were so much faster. However, they didn’t care.
They were proud to be called the “lazy” couple within their group of friends. Shoot. Sumin secretly found it amusing that they were dubbed that since she and Seokjin studied medicine before this horrific pandemic began.
Funny how everything turned out for the two of them. Seokjin became her protector, and she carried the cure that could potentially reverse humanity back to its original state.
Jogging away from Seokjin with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, Sumin peered behind her shoulder, enticing her boyfriend to chase her. Soft laughs escaped her sweet lips as she picked up the pace, wanting to increase the distance between their bodies.
“Be careful, princess!” advised Seokjin, feeling the anxiety slowly settle within the pit of his stomach. His worried gaze remained on Sumin’s retreating backside as the gap grew wider with each passing second.
Out of frustration, the concerned fellow ruffled his hair before running after his woman. Within minutes, Seokjin closed the gap between them and protectively wrapped his arms around Sumin’s torso as he shouted,
“Gotcha!”
Sumin laughed, smiling radiantly as her boyfriend peppered her face with soft kisses and whispers of adoration.
“You know that I love you to the sun and back, Sumin. Right?”
“Of course, Jinnie,” She turned her body, though, she was careful to not whack him with the hilt of her Katana, “And you know that I love you to the moon and back. Right?” She said sweetly and softly.
Seokjin hummed in response as his brows furrowed together.
Sumin gawked, lightly slapping his chest, and pulling away from him.
“I’m kidding, princess! Please come back! I need you in my arms, or else I’ll die.”
“Oh, my goodness. You’re such a drama king, Jinnie.”
“Well, yes, but that’s beside the point! Please give me a hug?”
Now, it was Sumin’s turn to playfully think about it. Then, not even a minute later, the stubborn young lady simply shrugged and walked up to her pouty boyfriend. She cupped the back of his neck, locking her fingers into place, and gently pulled Seokjin’s face towards hers. Their noses lightly bumped into each other as their dirt-stained foreheads pressed against one another.
The two of them, dawning warm smiles, remained lost in each other’s gaze for what seemed like forever until something captured Seokjin’s attention.
“Is that one of those luxurious contest cars?”
Sumin perked up her brow as she peered behind her shoulder. Her eyes widened as she untangled herself from Seokjin and ran up to the car, much to his dismay.
Curiosity got the best of her as her calloused fingers traced the cold metal of the car. She couldn’t help but admire how beautiful the car still looked despite its surroundings destroyed.
Well, until she heard a loud smash, causing the poor, unknowing girl to flinch as Seokjin swung his assault rifle back to its original position, blissfully unaware of Sumin’s death glare. He then carefully reached through the broken window and tried to feel for the door lock. His fingertips grazed the car door handle a few times before finally latching over the lock. Seokjin pulled it towards him, the two of them heard a click before swinging it open.
Like the gentleman he was, the attractive young man gestured towards the door, politely bowing his head at Sumin.
“Your chariot, my lady.” Joked Seokjin in a poorly imitated British accent.
Sumin chuckled lightly as she shook her head, brushing her shoulder against his.
“Why, thank you, my good sir.” She played along before removing her Katana from her back, making it easier for her to maneuver inside the vehicle.
Using the sleeve of her leather jacket, Sumin carefully brushed off the broken window shards from the car seat.
“You know, I’m thankful that the car battery died because you would’ve definitely attracted a crowd of zombies to us, you impatient dork.” She quipped, shimming her way towards the backseat. The exhausted lady let out a massive sigh of relief as she rested her head against the leather seats. Through a tired, cloudy gaze, Sumin squinted at the door and then realized something.
“Hey, Jinnie.”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“You’re a jerk for having me shimmy my way towards the backseat,” She then reached over the backdoor and unlocked it, “When you could’ve just reached even further and unlocked this door as well.” She finished, opening it up and flashing him a knowing smile.
Seokjin rolled his eyes as he teasingly closed the door on her before finally entering the car. He quickly placed his gun on the passenger seat and then put both hands on the steering wheel.
With a boyish grin written on his face, Seokjin glanced over his shoulder and asked,
“Where to, princess Sumin?”
A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she leaned in her seat and poked her head between the two front chairs. With an alluring smile painted on her lips, Sumin hovered her mouth over his ears and whispered sweetly,
“To the stars…” Before grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards the back of the seat. Though, it was a bit difficult at first given how bulkier and taller he was than her.
A faint grunt exited his lips as Seokjin found himself plopped next to the love of his life. His eyes bore into hers as he couldn’t help but admire how breathtaking she was despite going through hell and back.
Without a single thought in his head, the utterly smitten young man cupped his girlfriend’s stained cheek, gently caressing it. Then, slowly, the two of them inched their faces closer. Their eyes flickered from each other’s loving gaze to their lips before the gap finally closed.
A gentle moan escaped Sumin’s lips as she entangled her fingers in Seokjin’s hair. She slowly massaged his scalp, resulting in a low moan from Seokjin as he anchored one hand against the door-frame and the other against Sumin’s hip. He slowly lowered her body onto the seat, careful not to accidentally bump her head against anything.
“I love you, Kim Seokjin,” Sumin whispered, briefly breaking their passionate kiss.
Seokjin, slightly panting, simply smiled before capturing her precious lips once more. He poured all the love he bore for the woman underneath him and hoped that she knew how much he loved her.
For that single moment, Seokjin knew that actions spoke louder than words. Releasing her addicting lips, he trailed fiery kisses down the side of her face all the way to the base of her neck. His teeth lightly grazed her soft skin, causing a few moans to leave Sumin’s mouth, further igniting Seokjin’s hormones.
His hands buried itself underneath her shirt, the warmth of her skin contrasted the coolness from his hands. Seokjin’s fingers lightly trailed upwards, and just as his calloused fingers grazed the fabric of her bra, they heard a loud, terrifying shriek.
The couple instantly broke apart, fixing up their disheveled appearance as Seokjin promptly peeked through the window. Now on full alert, he hurriedly scanned the area; his ears picked up even the tiniest of sounds. Then, the thunderous, horrific cry echoed throughout the mall once more.
Not wanting to chance it, Seokjin quickly instructed – well more like demanded – Sumin to run for cover while he provided covering fire.
Her mouth fell open while her eyes went round. Did Sumin hear him correctly? What Seokjin planned was a suicide mission as the hordes would easily overwhelm him. Still, deep down, Sumin knew that as she studied his overall body language. The frantic young girl vigorously shook her head, rejecting his idiotic idea with her entire body.
“Well, do you have a better idea, princess?” Seokjin asked, giving her a look.
“Yes, you run beside me, and we protect each other,” Sumin paused, cupping both sides of his face, “Like we did every single time we faced these undead bastards and will continue to do until it’s no longer necessary.” She finished in a courageous tone of voice.
Seokjin was rendered speechless but soon composed himself. Sumin was right because if he ended up dead, then who would protect her in his stead? No one worthy of her that was for sure. He needed to remain alive for her sake.
And she needed to remain alive for his sake…
Taking a long, deep breath, Seokjin’s eyes sparked with fearlessness as he stared at Sumin. He gently took her hand into his and quickly pressed a sweet kiss on the back of it.
“Okay, as soon as I open this door, you better be running right beside me. Got it?”
“I should be telling you that, Jinnie.”
Seokjin snorted, ignoring her comment as he pulled on the door-latch and opened the car door. He quickly grabbed his weapon from the passenger seat before diving out of the car. He readied his semi-automatic and peeked through the scope, looking for any scouts. Luckily, he saw none, but they needed to hurry and find cover. Then, his ears picked up a soft grunt followed by a string of swears.
With an amused grin, Seokjin glanced to his side, noticing Sumin rubbing her chin.
“Let me guess you hit yourself with that Katana.”
“Shut up and run.”
Sumin repositioned her sword and began running with her pistol out and ready to fire. Seokjin quickly followed behind, mimicking his sweetheart's every movement. This continued for a few more minutes until they found a suitable hideout and ducked behind the concrete wall. The two lovers seized that relaxing opportunity and calmed their irregular breathing. The last thing the two of them needed was to pass out while fighting a raging crowd of zombies.
Slowly, the loving couple inhaled the sweet oxygen through their nostrils and exhaled it through their mouths. With each breath they took, Seokjin and Sumin felt both their physical and mental strength restored.
They were ready to fight once more…
Slightly tilting his head, revealing this lazy smile, Seokjin gave Sumin a quick glance-over, making sure she didn’t have any secret injuries.
“So, are you ready for round 3?” He jokingly asked.
Sumin snorted, “Round 3? It’s more like round 5 at this point, Jinnie.”
This time it was Seokjin’s turn to let out a quick snort as he stood up with his assault rifle ready to fire at any given moment. The second he stood up, the blood-curdling shrieks grew near. Seokjin gave those undead gnats about ten seconds – give or take – before they swarmed their position.
“Careful, princess. People might think you’re talking about our sex life.” He joked, shamelessly winking at her as he pulled the trigger, firing a few rounds at the undead horde.
Sumin rolled her eyes as she unsheathed her Katana and shot up from her spot.
“What people?” She quickly gestured at the two of them and then at the never-ending onslaught of zombies that approached them, “In case you haven’t noticed, Jinnie, we’re the only ones here, so you have nothing to worry about.” She bluntly stated, completely missing Seokjin’s sarcasm, before impaling one zombie and decapitating the second one before raising her gun.
Sumin then cocked back her pistol and aimed it at the enemy, emptying the clip as she landed head-shot after head-shot. She hurriedly reached for another ammo clip and loaded it into the pistol.
Meanwhile, with Seokjin, the poor boy shook his head as he observed how frantic Sumin slowly became. He swiftly focused his weapon on her direction and fired at the zombies that threatened to swarm her.
“With you around, sweetheart, I will always worry.” He announced as he quickly fired at the zombies that rushed towards their direction. He then spun around and fired at his original path.
Sumin’s face reddened but soon composed herself, though her cheeks remained rosy.
She quickly cleared her throat before speaking,
“And to think, I thought you couldn’t get any cheesier.”
“Only for you and always for you…”
Protecting Each Other is copyright 2020 by jinterlude, all rights reserved.
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approval | h.hyunjin
parirings: hyunjin x reader
word count: 2.4k words
genre: fluff, angst (if you put it that way), non-idol!au
warnings: swearing (I think that’s it), I'm also not in any way trying to make hyunjin’s parents look bad but this is just for the sake of the imagine!
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“what?!” your voice boomed where the both of you were seated at the cafe. totally abandoning the work sprawled all over the table that’s separating you and your boyfriend.
hyunjin scrunched his face at your sudden burst.
“y/n calm down,” hyunjin said trying to calm you down, key word ‘trying’, as he looked at around the cafe to see some of the people there stared at your direction to the sudden booming voice.
“what do you mean calm down hyunjin? your mom clearly hates me and you’re telling me to join you to meet her for dinner?” you said, your voice more calmer than before but the shocked expression on your face was still there.
you and hyunjin’s mother didn’t exactly have the best relationship. though you only met her face to face once, you could tell by that meeting that she was not exactly fond of you. from the way she sent you glares and how she didn't even bother to you look at you when you talked.
maybe it was because hyunjin was the only child and his mother was scared to let him go off with another woman who isn’t her which is quite understandable to you but you couldn’t understand why she couldn’t even at least act like she liked you for hyunjin’s sake.
though you and hyunjin has been dating for around 3 years now, you could tell every time hyunjin video called his mother with you around, she would act like you weren’t there to begin with.
“c’mon y/n,” hyunjin started, “my dad invited you too and you can’t turn him right?” he said with a tinge of hope in his eyes.
he was right tho. his father was one of the most sweetest person you’ve ever met. like hyunjin’s mother, you’ve only met him face to face once but he already treated you as if you were one of his which you were glad of.
“this isn’t about your dad hyunjin, your mother hates me and even you know it. I don’t think I can stand her criticism anymore,” you said leaning back on your seat with a huff.
“she doesn’t not like you y/n. you know that I'm her only child, of course she would be protective over me,” he said.
you didn’t bother looking in his eyes because of how upset you became. yes it was a petty thing to be upset about but you weren’t the type to like hang around with people who aren’t fond of you.
“please baby, give my mom a chance? for me?” he said with a pleading voice.
you looked up to see him giving you one of his puppy eyes and pouty lips and you know you couldn’t resist it when it comes to hyunjin.
a sigh left your mouth as you unfold your hands and sat straight. “fine whatever,” you mumbled.
even though you sounded unconvincing it was enough for hyunjin to take that as a yes.
“thank you so much y/n,” he beamed with happiness as he leaned over the table to give you a wet kiss on the cheeks which then made it heat up in embarrassment.
though in times where you’re in doubt he always reassures you in the right way.
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the ride to hyunjin’s childhood home was quiet which was a new thing since car rides with hyunjin usually consists of the two of you jamming to the radio and just talking about everything and anything but this time it was different. it wasn’t like the silence was on purpose but you had a lot in your mind about the worst case scenarios that could happen.
hyunjin could sense your discomfort from the driver seat by the way you fidgeted with the many rings on your finger and how you kept moving on your seat to find a comfortable position.
he knew about the whole ‘drama’ between you and his mother and he obviously has talked about with her before but his mother was in-denial with the way she acted which then makes it more visible that she was doing it on purpose.
hyunjin was a huge momma person and his mother is his number one supporter and he loved you and her very much. he never wanted to be in a situation where he had to choose between you and his mother or he would be in such a huge dilemma.
after an hour which felt like minutes, you finally arrived at his childhood home. you could start to feel your hands become clammy and a sudden tight feeling on your chest due to small case of anxiety you were having now.
one of your biggest insecurities were people not liking you and it made you feel like absolute crap that your own boyfriend’s mother hating you. but you wanted to do this for hyunjin and not for her.
hyunjin took your hands in his and gave it a small squeeze
“don’t worry y/n, I won’t let her say anything bad to you okay?” he said with a comforting smile. you mustered a small smile and nodded your head.
the two of you got out of the car and walked to the front door which then hyunjin rang the doorbell.
after a few seconds the door opened to reveal hyunjin’s father with a huge smile plastered on his face at the sight of the both of you.
thank god
“ahhh there’s my son,” mr. hwang said bringing hyunjin into a hug.
he then made eye contact with you and his smile became wider.
“y/n! it’s nice to meet you again,” he said.
“it’s nice to meet you too mr. hwang,” you said shyly suddenly cowering. you were about to reach for his hand to shake but he pulled you into a hug instead. not gonna lie you were about to cry, hyunjin’s father was the nicest man you’ve ever met. no wonder hyunjin was such a gentleman.
“come in,” he said then gesturing you to come inside the warm home.
this was the second time you’ve entered hyunjin’s home and it was somewhat familiar since then last time you went with just a few different arrangements here and there.
“hyunjin? is that you?” said a voice you’ve been dreading to hear.
turning around, you saw hyunjin’s mother coming downstairs with a huge smile at the sight of his son. she then embraced hyunjin into a huge hug before releasing to look at you.
you could swear her gaze changed INSTANTLY the second she saw you. not even a good one, her eyes looked like as if she was about to jump you any second but tried to keep her cool infront of hyunjin.
she cleared her throat before speaking up;
“oh you’re here,” she said lowly before continuing, totally not expecting your presence at her home. “nice to meet you,” she said bluntly before extending her hand for you to shake.
“nice to meet you,” you said, your voice low due to your small panic attack before shaking your hands with her.
“I didn’t know you were invited, I thought we ONLY invited hyunjin,” she said clearly emphasising the only.
damn does this woman hates my guts
“I actually invited her,” mr. hwang said before changing the subject. “how bout we gather at the dining table now huh? dinner is ready,” he said before giving you a warm smile and leading his wife to the dining table with you and hyunjin following behind.
dinner was awkward with most of the talking being between the hwangs. mr. hwang tried to conclude you into the conversation but it was always cut short off with mrs. hwang talking about a complete different topic which made you sank back to your chair. hyunjin noticed your change of mood and gave you a light squeeze on your thighs.
“what course are you taking again y/n?,” mrs. hwang asked you for the first time since you started dinner which caught you off guard before you gained your posture again.
“I’m taking law, I'm learning to become a prosecutor,” you said with the sudden confident.
“yeah, and she’s really good at the courses she’s taking,” hyunjin said proudly.
she only nodded before placing her cutleries.
“you do know hyunjin is taking dentistry?,” she said, her gaze looking directly into your eyes.
“yeah I am aware ma'am,” you replied. you had no idea where this conversation is going.
“being a prosecutor means long work hours and hyunjin becoming a dentist too means the both of you aren’t going to see each other. how are you going to communicate or spend time with each other if you aren’t going to be even with one another most of the time?” she said with the sudden raise of her voice.
you didn’t know how to respond and you could tell hyunjin was getting irritated too at how tight he’s clutching his spoon.
“hyunjin sweetie you remember hyunee who lives across the street right? do you know she’s studying dentistry too? ahh it’s been a long time since you’ve talked to her perhaps it would be better if you were with her instead,” she continued to add the fuel in the fire.
that was the last straw for you.
you aggressively placed your cutleries on the table before standing up. startled by the noise of the spoon and plate clanking, his mother looked up to you with a shocked expression.
“honestly what is wrong with you? what did I do to you for you to hate this much when I barely even talk to you. the second I saw you for the first time you gave me a look telling me to fuck off from your son and by the way you’re talking to me right now clearly shows how much you want me away from your son and let me tell you that fuck no, I'm in love with hyunjin and I don’t care if you have a problem with it. I'm sorry for lashing out like this but you’ve been really disrespectful to me ever since I entered this house when I barely opened my mouth and there’s no damn way I'm respecting you back. thank you for the meal, but I'll take my leave now,” you said as frustrated tears ran down your face.
with that you walked out the house not forgetting to slam it and into hyunjin’s car.
hyunjin and his parents were shocked at your sudden behaviour but in no time hyunjin shot up from his seat before giving his mom a look.
“thanks a lot mom,” he said, the sarcasm evident in his voice as he ran out of the house .
in the car you started crying at how much her words have hurt you and how you probably thrown all the chances you had to build a relationship with hyunjin’s mother down the drain.
“why am I such a fuck up,” you whispered to yourself.
seconds later you heard the driver’s door open and you looked up to see hyunjin with a worried expression on his face. your cries had died down but you didn’t really had the mood to talk with hyunjin at the moment.
hyunjin noticed how you were avoiding him and entered the car before closing the door.
“y/n I-” before he could say anything you cut him off.
“please hyunjin, just drive,” you whispered.
without saying anything else, hyunjin drove away from his parents to your shared apartment.
the drive was silent like It was when you were on your way to his parent’s house. but this time the only noise you could hear were your soft sniffles from your short breakdown.
when you entered the apartment you instantly went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. hyunjin sighed as he saw you locked the door behind you. he went to your shared bedroom to change to his pyjamas when he got a text from his mother.
mom: I'm sorry hyunjin. never meant for anything to end this way.
hyunjin just tossed his phone to his bed. he can just reply to her in the morning.
in the bathroom you took off your makeup and striped from the clothes you were wearing and hopped into the shower, just standing there as the hot steaming water seeped through your body.
you felt bad for ignoring hyunjin though any of this weren’t his fault in the slightest but you just didn’t feel like talking to anyone. you needed a moment alone.
after what felt like 30 minutes you finally got off the shower and while you were drying your body off you found a fresh set of pyjamas on the counter. hyunjin probably placed it there while you were showering and you didn’t realise. you smiled at the thought of him still taking care of you though you just shouted at his mother for god’s sake. he has all the rights to be mad at you now. which then makes you feel like shit even more.
stepping out the bathroom you were met with hyunjin already in his pyjamas and was on his phone. at the sight of you, he placed his phone on his bedside table and patted the space on the bed next to him.
you obliged and laid down on the spot next to him. he then wrapped his arms around your body and out of instinct you snuggled towards him. it was silence for a moment till you spoke up.
“I'm sorry hyunjin. I shouldn’ve raised at your mother like that I was being disrespectful,” you whispered, voice cracking as you felt your eyes started to brim into tears again.
“baby don’t apologise okay? she took it too far and I should be the one to say sorry since I forced you,” he said now feeling apologetic.
you shook your head and snuggled more into him. “it’s okay hyunjinnie, can we sleep now? we’ll talk about this in the morning,” you said.
you could feel him nodding and he pressed a kiss on your head.
“know that I will love you forever and I won’t even leave you,” he said one last time before drifting off to sleep.
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Fix Me (doctor/soulmate AU) {7}
Summary: Dealing with the truth isn’t easy, especially when there’s a soulmate bond involved.
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing
Word count: 4000+
Fix Me (doctor/soulmate AU) series Masterlist
A/N - heavily inspired by Grey’s anatomy, my own experiences and thoughts, but also by songs: Birdy - Not about angels, Bear’s den - Fortress, Matthew and the atlas - Out of the darkness, Harry Styles - Falling, Kodaline - Wherever you are, Isak Danielson - Love me Wrong, Dove Cameron - Remember me, Tom Odell - Can’t pretend, The XX - Angels, Coldplay - Fix you, Coldplay - The scientist, Elvis Presley - Can’t help falling in love.
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Ikari (noun) - anger/strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility
Very few moments in our lives are time-stamped, just frozen in one particular second of an achingly long minute of a horribly long hour. That's when time stands still and we're left with a choice - to be the force that makes it move or be a victim of the one who does and Ethan wasn't sure what to choose.
Taking her quivering lips and trembling chin into account, those beautiful eyes of hers clouded with doubt and hurt but not hate...even then she couldn't hate him. Love and hate are the same train, only in forwards or reverse gear. Her chest rose quickly with each breath, her exhales coming out as huffs instead of proper airflow and her hands laid at her side as defenseless as she must feel. She has blood in her eyes while blood drains from his face.
He doesn't feel like he deserves to be the one to end the silence. It's not as if he wouldn't be happy to be a father now or many times after as well, but it's the way it's come to be and it's the deceit that had forced this moment of reckoning.
"Nothing to say? Because I have plenty. To. Say." She spat the words out like they're poison collecting on the tip of her tongue, her eyes narrowing as tears begin to spill and Ethan really has no words to say because what the hell could he ever say that would make it better? And she’s fighting for the good memories of them to remain unaltered, to remember the reasons to be kind. She’s fighting to keep herself empathic even as every terrible thing she had predicted is coming true in this instant. For Y/N, that's the betrayal, Ethan’s lack of willingness to fight the negative thoughts and think the best of her, to recall her soul as it was when they first met instead of loving the soul that evolved by his side.
"You kept this from me for six months, Ethan! You watched me squirm whenever I asked about your soulmate and you said NOTHING!" Her hands bawl into fists and the veins in her neck become prominent and while he swallows thickly, Ethan prepares for the worst of it. She's just starting and she has every right to get it off her chest and onto him. He deserves it all.
"I've been haunted by a soulmate that doesn't exist! God, Ethan, do you even have any idea how fucking distraught I've been over that?! And then this!" Pointing at the positive test at his feet, Ethan can tell her hands are shaky but so is her entire body. Her emotions are completely in control, her rage at its peak, but he can't help the tiny bit of joy inside him at the fact that she's still there. She may be screaming at him, but she's there, not running away like she would have done months ago but staying long enough to at least argue.
"I've mourned our children, Ethan!" Her voice is raspy and devastatingly painful, his heart desperately flailing inside his chest as her grief overcomes her and he can't touch her, he can't make it go away. This time, he's the cause instead of being her cure. In her pain she thought he’s the bad guy, yet in truth he’s drowning in a sea of uncried tears too.
"I've mourned the children I thought we couldn't have! I've let that go, given up on it entirely because I wanted you more than -", her voice breaks and a sob fills the pause that wrecks Ethan from inside out and his own tears fall uncontrollably and while he knew it would be better if he stays on the other side of the room, he had taken a step closer and she didn't take one back.
Swallowing a lump inside her throat, she shakes her head at him and speaks again, no longer screaming but her quiet tone is making it worse. It hit him hard. Her words are like nails and hammers breaking his heart apart.
"I would have given it all up for you. I didn’t give a fuck about the soulmate I might have, because you're all I can see. I would have given up having children of my own, for you. I would have forgiven you for lying to me all this time, Ethan, I would have. I was going to." Wiping her tears off, she rubbed her nose absentmindedly before her gaze fell on that test again, her own heart aching.
Did she want kids? Yes.
Did she want Ethan's kids? Definitely.
But like this? It wasn't quite the way she imagined it at all and not at a time where she's finishing her intern year. There were far too many things she wanted to do differently, to make it special. Who even gets pregnant by accident in this world anyway? She felt like a cosmic joke.
"I didn't even fucking care that you lied, I was just happy you were finally mine and then I remember the times you insisted on condoms and I though why not fuck with him a little?” Chuckling in disbelief, she actually smiled through the tears but it was far from happiness on her face.
“Just to relieve some the tension and I don't even know why I took the test, probably because of what Grayson asked today, but no matter how badly I wanted kids with you, this isn't the way or time I wanted it to happen." Moving to the bed, Y/N let herself sit on the edge, folding her hands in her lap as she lets out a long, heavy sigh. Her sigh was of a softly deflating, it was as if a tension had lifted yet left her with a melancholy instead of relief.
"I love you. I really fucking do. I just don't like you right now."
Moira - a person’s fate or destiny
Ethan couldn't stay away any longer after finally hearing her say those words and mean them, no shooter with a gun to her head, no nothing. In fact, she said it after he royally fucked up, that's got to mean something, right? Moving toward her as if gravity itself demands it of him, Ethan knows this might end badly for him, but it's a risk he has to take. For her, he has to.
Kneeling down, he got in her line of sight and while she rolled her eyes at him at first, she fixed her gaze on him after.
"I was scared you'd leave me. That you'd run and I'd never see you again. And I fucked up, I should have told you and I just...the longer it went on, the harder it was to...justify it all. But none of it was justified, because I never stopped being afraid." Daring to lay his palm on her thigh, Ethan nearly smiles when she doesn't tense up or move away, allowing him a mercy he didn't feel worthy of. Fear is an incredibly powerful influence, it is also a disguised demon. But Y/N? She’s always been too kind, too patient and he never really knew why up until now – she loves him just as much he loves her.
"I understand why you didn't tell me. I do. I just wish you had more faith in what we share...in me. You were everything and I don't know how to go back to that? Was I ever just a girl you love or was I always the soulmate you felt the obligation to love?" And that hurt him. That insecurity, the doubt, the unwillingness to believe she is without a doubt the only woman he would ever love, it broke him.
"With or without it, I'd have lived a thousand years if it meant you'd be waiting for me in the end. There is no one, past or present, I would put before you. I love you, with everything I am - heart and twenty one grams of soul." Sniffling, Ethan laid his other palm on her leg as well, holding onto her as if she's his sole anchor to the world.
"And I fucked up, big time, and I'd love nothing more than to make it up to you and it's not how I planned it either, but I think we have a chance to make something beautiful here. If you’ll have me, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you", leaning toward his nightstand, Ethan opened the drawer and pulled out a tiny black box. Never in his life had he felt like he couldn't breathe, as if his lungs are burning for their dying breath, but when her eyes widen as he adjusts his position, making sure he's on one knee as he should be, Ethan forgot how to breathe.
"Marry me." Mustering the words with the last of his strength he watched her in hope, aware this is yet another thing he didn't want to do quite like this but it felt right. If she needed to know how much he loves her, he would go the extra mile.
Most soulmates don't get married because why would they when fate had sealed their fates together anyway. But he wanted to do that. He wanted to show her his love is stronger than anything and that she isn't just his soulmate, but the love of his life - his best friend and lover and his favorite person. Without her, he didn't see a future at all.
“You want me to”, she paused, trying to say the next words calmly instead of freaking out as openly as her heart is, “marry you?”
Seeing him nod had only fueled the last bit of anguish inside her, but then he smiles so nervously, revealing just how scared he truly is and she doesn’t want to make it worse because she doesn’t even know what she wants to do with everything that had been revealed. It’s always been impossible to truly resist him, feeling as if it might kill her, but this time she didn’t want to resist. Y/N didn’t want to fight anymore. What she needed is Ethan, even if he’s the last person she should care for right now.
Reaching for the box, she takes it from him gently. Taking a moment to look at the beautiful ring, she swallows thickly before closing the box altogether. His lips part open as a quiet gasp leaves him, his eyes forming more tears as she sets the box back on the bed and turns to him.
“I don’t think we need to make major decisions right now. If it’s alright with you, I’d rather just go to bed – no talking, just you and me.” And he can hear just how defeated, how drained she is and he can’t even imagine what it is for her and how heavily the baby must be affecting her, so he doesn’t challenge her. Swallowing every word he wants to say, biting back his tongue, Ethan just nods as he sits up, next to her.
Wrapping an arm around her, Ethan pulls her into his side, holding tightly as her arms circle around him and hold him closer. He doesn’t wait, moving them back onto the bed, not leaving her for a single second. It might as well be the last time she allows him to hold her so close, so intimately that he can feel her heart beating against his chest and he won’t waste the chance. He didn’t care about anything but her love - he’d have her love him wrong if she can’t love him right. Anything, but to be away from her - this night or any other.
Instead of creating space, he kisses her forehead and while she tried her best not to, a fleeting smile appeared on her lips. Draping a leg over his, she hides her head just under his chin, resting it on his chest as his fingers thread through her hair at the back of her neck. And just like that, in their silence, Ethan and Y/N laid together until emotions settled and their eyes closed for the night – too in love to let each other go.
Metanoia (n.) - the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, way of life
When morning came, Y/N was surprised to find herself alone in bed. She figured Ethan must have been paged and while a pang of hurt, jealousy even, followed, she couldn’t be mad at him for that. After all, she understands it comes with the job and while she hoped he’d take the day off to figure things out and make a definite choice on what they will do moving forward, she sighed. He’s got her devotion, but she really hates him sometimes.
She doesn’t want to fight him, nor sleep alone ever again, but this isn’t just like any other fight – this is a big deal, possibly the biggest of them all. How can she forgive him? Is it fair to crave him like the very air she breathes at the same time as her heart is wide open, bleeding because of his actions? But then her hand lingers on her stomach and she almost smiles with the thought of a small part of him being with her now, even when he’s not really there.
Flinging an arm to the empty place beside her, she finds herself wishing his beautiful smile was there to make the day lighter. Even now, she wished for his arms around her, to hear him say he loves her most ardently.
Groaning, she shakes her head at her own stupid self. Perhaps now when she had experienced soulmate love, a part of her forgave her parents for the way they acted – not with her but each other. Her mother forgave his father for the worst of sins, something Y/N couldn’t fathom at the time, but she’s now in a similar situation and it’s exhausting being angry with him…especially when new life is growing inside her and it’s a part of the person she loves most in the world. And no matter how sudden and unexpected it all is, she would never be like her parents. Her child would never feel unwanted or abandoned, she swore it. Even if it’s probably just a clump of cells, she fell in love with the baby. Ethan fucked up, but this baby isn’t guilty of any sin. The baby is a gift, she decided. And she’ll make him suffer, but Ethan is a gift as well and eventually she’ll forgive him. She’ll be graceful, forgiving, become his warmth in the cold of his long, lonely life. People think that forgiveness is weakness, but it's absolutely not; it takes a very strong person to forgive and if anything, Y/N had become a strong individual with so much love to give and she’d give it to him…and their baby.
Yawning, she stretched before sitting up, a little woozy but in need of food. She had barely had anything to eat yesterday and her growling stomach wasn’t shy about reminding her of that fact. However, as she put his shirt on, she found herself missing him dearly. Resting her cheek on her own shoulder just to feel his scent better, she realized just how ridiculous she is, yet she enjoyed it anyway.
Tiptoeing to the kitchen, she quickly realized she was sorely mistake. Ethan didn’t abandon her this morning at all, he was just trying to be… for the lack of a better word, Ethan.
The table is set, her favorite flowers in the middle, stacks of pancakes already prepared. She tilts her head to the opened fridge and a man’s ass being the only visible thing at this point and she’d know his ass anywhere. As the fridge closes, she’s met with a peculiar sight – his hands are full with different dressings, he’s even got a pack of cream in his mouth and she can’t help but shake her head at him fondly, gracing him with a small smile.
“Ey”, he manages something resembling a greeting, his eyes wider as if he got caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing. She’s fast by his side, grabbing the pack from his mouth before she says “Hey” too. He can’t help but notice his shirt on her, but he thought it would be safer not to comment on it.
“Since eggs make you sick, I thought you might like pancakes.” Ethan shrugged with an innocent, but hopeful smile. Exhaling through her nose, Y/N raises an eyebrow.
“I’m fine with eggs, E. It was part of the…joke. But I won’t argue, I love pancakes.”
And so they ate, glancing at each other awkwardly and while it’s completely unacceptable, Ethan wished he’d let him touch her stomach. The baby’s merely a blob at this point, but he really wanted to feel her stomach, to feel connected to both of them.
“Do you think Grayson is free today?” Y/N breaks his inner monologue. Blinking fast, Ethan nods, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Because I want to do a checkup. I want to know everything is in order.” And that’s when Ethan stopped blinking altogether. In fact, he barely swallowed the last piece without choking.
“You want my brother to”, he stopped before he made things worse but Y/N picked up on what he means easily, rolling her eyes at him in irritation.
“I want him to do the ultrasound if it’s possible, a few labs, not a vaginal examination. I’ll ask Addy for that.” She explains, making it very, very clear she had no intention of letting Grayson anywhere near her lady parts.
Nodding, Ethan texted Grayson immediately, making it clear he’s to clear his schedule if he needs to and right when breakfast was over, the pair got ready and went into the clinic.
“Can I be happy for you?” Grayson whisper shouted in excitement as he lead them inside the room, all but clapping like a little kid, trying his best to ignore the glare Ethan is trying to kill him with.
“I’m still very angry with you. What you can do for me is do an ultrasound.” Y/N sent him a glare of her own, definitely more dangerous than Ethan’s, enough to make Grayson pipe down and press his lips together to hide any possible excitement as Y/N laid down and bared her stomach for him. Ethan settled on the chair beside the bed, his hand taking hers, interlocking their fingers and while she did glance at him in surprise, she didn’t fight his touch, rather tightened her hold on his hand in response.
“Did you draw blood?” Grayson questions as he starts the examination, trying to ease the tension that suffocated him. It’s evident she isn’t happy with either of the twins, but he didn’t expect to take so much heat for this. They’ve been friends this entire time, he thought it would have eased her anger but it seems that’s exactly what fueled it. He should have pushed Ethan to tell her sooner rather than later, maybe then they’d be laughing as they’re doing something so significant, something he’s dreaming of. He can’t wait to meet his soulmate, to fall in love and have kids and be more than what he is now. It’s nice to have more time to travel the world and find yourself, but the past fifty years have been too much. He’s been ready for a while now, he just can’t wait for her to be ready too.
“Yes. It will be back in a few. They did me a favor and put it first for testing.”
“I know you’re mad at me, princess, but this is the first baby Dolan and I’m still excited to be an uncle.” Grayson points out, only making Y/N confused.
“Didn’t you say your sister found her soulmate and is happy in Australia?”
“She did. But she isn’t romantic with her soulmate. They live across the street, but she’s married to someone else. They adopted three kids though. But it’s been a while since she died. Cameron found her soulmate when she was thirty and they had fifty two years together. We see her grandkids though.” Ethan responded, somber as he remembers the sister he loved dearly even if they didn’t always get along. She was always closer to Grayson and he struggled most when she passed even though they watched her grow old and she was very, very happy. That’s the curse of living so long – you see those you care for find their happiness and die while you’re frozen at twenty. It’s what Grayson fears the most – watching his brother grow old and die while he’s stuck as he is now.
Grayson nods, confirming Ethan’s words before licking his lips and his eyes narrow, making Y/N frown. Something doesn’t feel right. Grayson is never quiet, even if he’s trying not to get himself killed by her and maybe it has something to do with remembering his sister, but he’s too focused on the screen and his forehead is starting to glisten from sweat. The guy didn’t shut up the whole time as he did a breast ultrasound, so why did he quiet down now?
“You’re quiet. I don’t like it.” She spoke up, craning her neck to try and see the monitor and Ethan did the same.
Clearing his throat, Grayson turned to her with a small smile.
“Just need more gel.” Adding more of the cool gel on her stomach, Grayson emerges himself further into the ultrasound just as a knock on the door makes Y/N gasp.
“It’s Addy, I have the labs.” It’s time for Ethan to sweat because while Y/N may be perceptive and see that his brother is acting weird, he’s been with him for over a hundred years and he knows when something is off right from the start. Ethan sighs as the doctor enters. The sigh that came was a signal, not of his resolve leaving but of the level his tension had reached. Doctors aren’t usually ones picking up results, especially not experienced ones like Abby. Perhaps it’s special treatment because it’s Y/N and well, him, but he couldn’t help the odd feeling inside his chest that something’s amiss.
“Hello, dear. I got the call from the laboratory, so I thought I’d pick these up for you.” She smiles sweetly at Y/N and only then notices how serious everyone is. Seeing Ethan’s hand in Y/N’s only makes her smile wider, showing just how happy she is for Ethan to have found someone like Y/N. Addy wouldn’t comment on it, but she was wishing them a bright future.
“Thank you, Addison.” Grayson nods at the iPad, gesturing for her to hand it over and she’s quick to do so before excusing herself, leaving them alone.
“I swear to God if you don’t start speaking, I will start breaking things.” Y/N’s voice is low and threatening and her eyes are hard, but it doesn’t make it easier for Grayson at all.
“Your blood-work shows higher levels of Beta HCG, something that would show in a pregnancy.” Grayson starts, only to get interrupted with a very relieved chuckle from Ethan who was getting worse at hiding his joy over the pregnancy with each passing moment.
“You scared me. I thought there was something wrong.” But Ethan’s smile died down when he noticed Grayson’s gloomy face. There was no hints of joy on his face at all, just confusion and worry.
“There is something wrong, isn’t it?” Y/N forced herself to say it, to hear herself admit it. She wants this baby so bad, even if it isn’t the right timing nor way, but she does want the baby. Just this morning she felt…lucky for being able to get pregnant after thinking it wasn’t in the cards for her. She felt hopeful, and she didn’t feel lonely anymore. With Ethan and a tiny Ethan around, she saw her future filled with smiles and now? She couldn’t grasp it. It felt like she lost everything.
“Say it.” She insisted, because she needed to hear it. She needed to know. And though he knew he shouldn’t, Grayson said it.
“I can’t find the heartbeat.”
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Jungle Park [21]
Chapter 20 - Chapter 21 - Chapter 22
➜ Words: 4.5k
➜ Genres: Fluff, Light Humour (?), Slice of Life, Workplace Romance!AU
➜ Summary: The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.
You love your job. Really you do. This is the best career you’ve had. It’s fulfilling and the administrative work can be rather fun. You adore every person in this office. You haven’t had many bad days or terrible encounters. You also get to work alongside your partner in crime. But this….this is one of the rare moments you have to convince yourself you love your job.
“Look it’s not that big of a deal.”
“Of course it’s a big deal! That’s my personal space that you’re invading. And last I checked, you don’t have to suffer the consequences of your own actions.”
“Okay, wait, wait.” You put out a hand, halting Yoongi and Sunyi’s argument with each other. “Let’s take a step back and assess the root of the problem.”
“The problem is that he microwaved something in my office and now I can’t even walk in without wanting to gag and puke!” Sunyi is both exasperated and hysterical.
“Ever heard of mung beans?” Yoongi’s brow lifts with a mocking smile that adds more fuel to the fire. “It’s quite healthy for you and it’s really soft when you heat them up.”
“They smell like death!” Her fist pounds against the conference table. Out of the corner of your eye and through the glass windows of the room, you catch Lisa and Dahyun looking over from their spot at the front desk. It’s like these two are in the middle of a divorce mediation appointment. “Why can’t you just use the microwave in the kitchen?”
“Jin microwaved popcorn. I don’t want my mung beans to smell like popcorn.”
“You are unbelievable! Get your own damn microwave!”
“Listen.” He spins in his swivel chair, pointing his index finger down at the wooden surface of the table. “Why do you have a microwave in your office anyways if no one can use it?”
“It’s my microwave in my office for my own convenience and for me to use. Not for you, Min!” she spits it out in animosity and her blood vessel at her temple threaten to burst. “Not for you or your damn mung beans! Stay out!”
“Alright!” You shout above them both, straining your voice and getting between them before it spirals more out of control. “Enough. If you can’t discuss the issue properly like adults without screaming then how are we supposed to do this?” A long sigh spills from your lungs. “I’ve heard both sides and Yoongi, I believe you should apologize to Sunyi. It is her microwave after all and you didn’t ask permission to use it. The microwave in the kitchen is working fine and that’s for everyone to use. There’s no need to barge into Sunyi’s office.”
“Okay.” He nods once. “I understand and I’m sorry, Sunyi.”
“That’s it?” The female lawyer looks at you, her arms in the air. “There’s no punishment for him?”
“Well...if there’s a second offense, I’ll look into proper consequences. It’s a warning for now. If you need air freshener, I have some you can borrow.”
Sunyi falls back, collapsing into the chair while rubbing her temples. “Oh my god.”
Today is a heavy session of conflict resolution. You and Hoseok were chatting about the two lawyers casually on the sofa one night and he decided to put an end to it once and for all. It was getting pretty ridiculous when over three quarters of the complaints were of Yoongi from Sunyi. There are a lot of investigations still pending, but it’s time to put everything in the open and find the root issue to address it and stop this nonsense. Hoseok was here, mostly to observe and give you moral support, but much to your dismay, the lawyer looked more entertained than anything.
“Okay. Let’s take a look at some older complaints.” Your foot moves the first box forward and you lean down, plucking a random page from the papers sandwiched inside, as if you were picking a name slip in the Hunger Games. Your throat clears. “On February sixteenth of this year, Yoongi was calling Sunyi by the name Sunny all day and confusing the client they were talking to.”
“It’s a cute nickname, right?” Yoongi asks no one in particular, more so a thought aloud.
“It’s not good if the client is confused,” Hoseok adds.
You put the filled form down. “Yoongi, you should call Sunyi by her legal name since that’s what she wants.”
“Okay.”
You turn to her. “Is that alright with you?”
“I...uh...yeah.” She nods, cheeks heating up, and no one notices her reaction except for Yoongi who smiles to himself.
You pick another. “Here’s one made on December twentieth. Yoongi was wearing too strong of a cologne and it was clogging up your nose and making it hard to breathe.”
Everyone turns to look at her, giving the female a chance for further explanation. But instead, Sunyi’s head is downcast and she fiddles with her fingers in her lap. “Ummm...can...can I actually redact that? I don’t mind...it doesn’t bother me anymore.”
“Redact?” Your brow shoots upwards. “Alright. Makes the job easier.”
Yoongi gazes at her, staring, and goosebumps raise along her skin from the mere intensity of his eyes. Unfortunately, you don’t notice the exchange. You’re too busy picking out another sheet while Hoseok is preoccupied checking you out and making you send a glare his way, to which he gives you a greasy smile and flirtatious wink.
“Okay. November second, Yoongi spammed you email after email asking if orange pee is normal.”
Hoseok butts into the conversation, concerned for his friend. “Did you go to the doctor?”
“Yeah and I’m fine.” He smiles.
Sunyi raises her hand timidly. “Can I withdraw that?”
“Sure.” You put it aside into the accumulating pile. “Here’s another one where you said he was out to get you and driving you insane—”
“Redact that please!” Sunyi interrupts and Yoongi smirks.
He’s still staring at her, elbow propped on the table, cheek in his hand. “I drive you insane?”
She ignores him, speaking directly to you. “I’d like to withdraw it.”
“Okay…”
Somehow Sunyi redacting a lot of the complaints, especially those that attack Yoongi’s general character, personality or behaviour. You’re baffled, wondering if something changed her mind or they reconciled on their own. Nonetheless, the session is fairly successful and the two of them are less hostile towards each other by the end.
Still, you privately tell Hoseok to talk to Yoongi since they’re both friends and you know the latter man respects the former. Hoseok agrees and in confidence speaks to Yoongi about not wasting time or bothering Sunyi anymore to which the dark-haired lawyer nods along with. Sunyi leaves soon after, thanking you and it’s a job well done.
You high five Hoseok but he considers it inadequate, pulling you aside when you’re both alone and he kisses you eagerly, murmuring about how hot you look when you’re working hard. You scoff, chiding for him to get back to work and he salutes you with a firm ‘yes, ma’am’.
The restaurant has a cozy atmosphere, dim lighting that comes from candlelights placed in the middle of tables. The chatter and murmur of conversations blurs together with the soft music, but it’s quieter in the secluded area. The scent of food wafting from the kitchen is appetizing and the quality is only imaginable considering the toasted bread and creamy butter the waitress brought out is already mouthwatering.
You imagine this would be a fancy, hot date between you and Hoseok. But nope. The person sitting across from you is Kim Seokjin who’s devouring the bread like a wild animal starved. You’re also jammed between Naul who sips on her glass of red wine, lost in thought like she’s seen too much in her lifetime, and Namjoon who has his fingers attached onto his phone.
Hoseok is sitting at the front of the table with Jimin, visibly more tortured than you are.
“Jin! What the fuck!” Lisa moves her arm away, shooting him a disgusting glare. “You’re slobbering! And butter just hit my fucking arm! Eat properly, you dog!”
“Look.” He chews, cheeks stuffed to the brim. “I haven’t eaten in literally five hours, okay? I’m starving and the food is taking forever!”
“Can we not swear in a fancy place like this?” Seulgi pleads with a long sigh. “It makes us look unsophisticated and uncultured.”
“Are we supposed to be sophisticated?” Taehyung moves his sunglasses down, looking over the rim of his dark shades.
“What the hell are you even wearing.”
“It’s fashion. Ask Namjoon!”
“Don’t ask me,” the legal assistant mutters while still tapping away at his phone.
Sunyi scoffs. “You’re wearing pajamas, Taehyung.”
“Pajamas are in. Right, Jungkook?”
“Uh...” The younger lawyer reaches for his glass of water, sipping through the straw and refusing to give an answer.
“I can’t believe you blow your money on shit like that.” Lisa shakes her head in disapproval, obviously judging his horrible tastes.
“Don’t tell me how to spend my money and I won’t tell you how to spend yours, Miss-I-get-a-pedicure-every-other-day.”
“Excuse you! It’s relaxing for me.”
“Well, shopping is relaxing for me.”
“I prefer online shopping,” Inyoung timidly murmurs, attempting to mediate the argument.
They ignore her, but Dahyun swoops in with a smile to acknowledge the accountant. “Same here.”
“Look, I’m sorry you fools have no fashion sense.” Taehyung leans back in his seat, arms on top of the other chairs beside him. “And if Namjoon was paying any attention, you would know that he has the exact same set as I do. We actually pre-ordered it together.”
Seulgi turns to her friend with a frown. “What are you doing, Namjoon?”
He doesn’t look away from the screen and she thinks he’s actively ignoring her, but then the corner of his mouth moves. “Texting my girlfriend.”
“What.” Everyone cranes their necks over to stare like they’re hyperactive dogs and he’s a bouncing squirrel. “Since when?”
“Since years ago. Haven’t I talked about her?” The paralegal pockets his mobile device and finally lifts his head, pushing his glasses up the slope of his nose before it slips too far. “She plays in the philharmonic orchestra.”
“No, you haven’t talked about it,” Jin spits at his best friend, absolutely appalled and shocked at this news. “What the hell…”
“Yeah, she’s nice.” Namjoon shrugs nonchalantly and it doesn’t do much to lessen the shock.
But it goes quiet as they mull over the new revelation. And Jimin takes the opportunity to stand up. “Alright, alright. Let me get everyone’s attention again. Fellow employees of Jung and Park, do you know why we’re all here on this lovely evening?”
“Food?” Jin jokes, but he’s all too serious at the same time. He looks around and his eyes pin on a waiter holding a plate...only for that waiter to brush past and head to a different table. Dammit.
“No. We’re celebrating Hoseok’s and my anniversary!” There’s a pause. “Of being called to the bar!”
“Right.” Naul nods and holds up her glass, congratulating him before downing the rest of her drink.
Jimin is not impressed. “Can we get some more enthusiasm in here?”
“To Hoseok and Jimin!” Yoongi holds up his glass of water and everyone mimics him, raising their glass. Each gives one monotonous and short shout and then rehydrates themselves, making you laugh and Jimin snicker.
He opens his mouth, but gives up, taking a seat again with an exhale. His partner, on the other hand, grins. “Would anyone like to make a toast?”
“I will.” Taehyung volunteers, happily taking the spotlight as he stands and holds his water with a boxy smile. “I have been working at this firm ever since it started and I’m so glad that you dragged and threatened me to be here, Jimin. You were right. I don’t think I would’ve enjoyed that tax firm….even if they paid me more and had better benefits and was a closer commute…..”
Both friends laugh and he turns to smile at the other lawyer. “Hoseok, you’re scary. When any of us make a mistake, you glare, but lately you’ve been a lot nicer and approachable. I just wanted to say that it’s okay if any one of us mess up. We’re human after all.”
No one knows where he’s going with the toast, only that he’s ballsy enough to be this direct to Hoseok and still stand in front of him. Though Taehyung has no malice in his voice, just idiotic joy and he inhales, looking carefully at everyone. “But I think we have to mention a very special someone who’s sitting at this table right now. Y/N!”
“Me?” You blink, dumbfounded.
“Yes.” His lips are tilted upwards, cheeks puffing out, too cute. “You are the backbone of our entire firm. I don’t know what we would do without you. Thank you for being here. Thank you for staying with us. Thank you for saving us from scary, scary Hoseok.”
He sits back down and Lisa jumps up. “My turn! First off, I want to congratulate my two bosses, Jimin and Hoseok. Jung and Park has been the best place I’ve ever worked at and even though I know my job is technically less important than all of yours, you have never once made me feel insignificant in the office. For that, I am grateful. Congratulations on your anniversary.”
“But…” She quickly moves on before anyone can stop her and applaud. “I also have to thank Y/N.” Lisa smiles and shifts to you, eyes twinkling. “I know we got off on the wrong foot and I wasn’t always the nicest. But you never once took that and used it against me. You listened to me when no one else would. You helped me during tough times. You feel like a ray of sun in the office. God knows before you came, everything was a mess.”
The receptionist laughs and the others agree, nodding along. “There were boxes everywhere and I couldn’t walk without bumping into anything. So, thank you, Y/N. You don’t know what you mean to all of us.”
She sits back down and Jimin protests, “Wait a minut—”
“Hold on.” Timid Inyoung stands, adjusting the length of her skirt before she picks up her glass and presses it to her chest, gazing at you endearingly. “I also want to thank Y/N.”
The girl is sincere and you’re smiling, tears filling your eyes, overwhelmed by their appreciation. “I know we’re all kind of doing this as a joke to take the light away from Jimin and Hoseok—” She glances at them with a soft laugh. “—but I really mean it. Y/N, you are the sweetest person I know and you were there for me during one of the scariest times of my life. Without you, I don’t know where I’d be right now. I don’t know what would’ve happened to me. You’re the one who sticks up for everyone in this office and I don’t think we tell you that enough. You’re the one who time and time again proves that you genuinely care about us. And for that, thank you.”
You’re speechless. “You guys…”
Jungkook clears his throat. He steps up as well. “Y/N, I know you already know this but, you’re my role model. I aspire to be someone like you, someone who works hard and is so passionate about their work. The office has been changed for the better ever since you arrived. Jung and Park wouldn’t be able to function without your...uh..presence….”
He’s blushing from the attention and awkwardly shuffles back into his chair.
“You guys, let’s not take the light away from what we’re actually here for.” Seokjin grins mischievously, pushing away his hunger and chaotically getting up, scratching the leg chairs against the floorboards. He looks at the front, eyeing both lawyers. “Hoseok...Jimin…” They’re both expectant and Jin lifts his glass higher. “...thank you for hiring Y/N.”
There’s laughing and chuckling all around. Jimin opens his mouth to whine at the audacity to treat him like this, but unknowingly, you interrupt, getting to your feet and scanning your surroundings to imprint this memory into your mind. “You guys, I’m absolutely flattered.”
“You’re the ones who make me love my job so much. To be completely honest, before I came here, I was having a difficult time. I was applying everywhere trying to look for jobs, but I never expected to land my dream career. You’re the best bunch I’ve ever had the opportunity of working with. I’m so lucky and sometimes I wonder if I deserve it all.”
“But let’s not forget about Jimin and Hoseok.” All jokes aside, you shift to address each of them. “Jimin, you’re sweet and generous to everyone regardless of who they are. Congratulations on your anniversary for being called to the bar. Thank you for needing an HR rep.” The lawyer giggles, smiling wide, finally having his proper praise.
“And Hoseok.” Your breath is caught in your throat and you’re focused on him, tunnel vision, everything else blurring into the background. “I don’t think you’re mean at all. Well, maybe sometimes. You’re passionate about your job and I admire that. If people got to know you better, they’d know you’re literal sunshine on this planet. Thank you for hiring me.”
There’s a pause where you take a deep breath, eyes locked into his. “Thank you for picking me...out of everyone else.”
Your speech is coming to an end and you spin on your heel to address the rest of them. “Also, I’d like to use this opportunity to remind everyone that the fridge is a communal space. This has been an issue for a while now, but please do not eat food if it’s not labeled as yours and if you don’t know, it never hurts to ask.”
There’s a round of applause and you sit back down, hands falling into your lap, slightly embarrassed from the whole ordeal. No one notices, but you can feel Hoseok’s gaze on you.
Jimin grins. “There we go! Finally, a proper toast!”
And like perfect timing would have it— “Food’s here!” Jin’s announcement garners cheers as waiters and waitresses approach the table, passing around the food. People begin to dig in and you take one look around at each person’s face, all too happy to be here.
Your eyes meet Hoseok and you smile. He quirks his head to the side as well, staring and smiling back.
//
The pair of you return to the office. Giggles and drunken laughter echo down the halls, fluorescent lights flicker on slowly, flooding the entire floor with light. You teeter inside, throwing your bag and coat onto a chair at the empty front desk as he follows behind.
“Did you have a good time?”
You spin around, arms thrown around his neck. “Course I did.”
“Everyone loves you.” Hoseok grins, searching your face. “You took the spotlight.”
You laugh again, leaning closer and tilting your head. His breath skims along your skin, lips a millimeter away and his hands find purchase on your waist. Hoseok’s eyes become half-lidded, flickering down to your mouth and his Adam’s apple bobs. “Now you really can’t fire me, Jung. Else there’d be a riot.”
He laughs softly. “You know how to capture people, minx.” And Jung Hoseok leans in, breathing you in. His eyes are slightly open, watching your expression until he shuts them, relishing in the tender touch, enjoying the way your hands run through the strands of his hair, tugging ever so gently.
You pull away after ten seconds. “Wait, wait….we said we wouldn’t do it at the office again. What happens if we get caught?”
“You really think anyone would come here at this time?”
“I don’t know.” You giggle, feeling ticklish by the way his hands move along your side. You play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, lips pouty. “We should’ve just gone to your apartment instead.”
“That’s too far away.” He moves closer, body pressed on yours and the air becomes heated, making your skin feel hot. “Would rather have you right here, right now.”
Another giggle spills from your kiss-bitten lips and you draw closer as if you’re addicted to his scent, his hands. But then something stops you from planting a kiss on his mouth. There’s a subtle clatter, like the sound of thunder, but quieter and yet, closer. “Hoseok.”
“Hmm?” He’s too busy staring, touching, taking you all in to notice.
“What was that?”
You both crane your necks over. He holds your hand, stalking the noise. It’s probably a bad idea. You’ve watched enough horror movies, and you don’t know what to do if the office is haunted; knowing Hoseok, he’d probably pick up and move Jung and Park to a warehouse instead.
The noise comes from Taehyung’s office and you frown. Hoseok extends his hand, fingers wrapping around the knob, and he throws the door open. It crashes against the wall. You gasp. Eyes wide. Jaw dropping. There are clothes all over the ground, a small lamp fallen on the carpet as well, probably the noise you heard.
More importantly, on top of Taehyung’s desk, with papers amok is Sunyi and Yoongi wrapped around each other.
“Oh my god!” — “Holy fuck!” — “Don’t stare!” — “Sorry!”
It’s horrifying. You wish you saw a ghost instead.
//
The need to wash your eyes is all too high. But you compose yourself, trying to act like an adult, especially in this moment. You’re sobered up. If possible, the intoxication has been scared out of you.
The conference room is deathly quiet. Hoseok called for an emergency meeting and the two lawyers are barely put together. There are purple and blue hickeys all over Sunyi’s throat, her blouse still unbuttoned. Yoongi has lipstick stains all over his mouth and cheeks, hair riled up like he was electrocuted. It’s so unbearably uncomfortable that you feel yourself dying inside.
“How long has this been going on for?”
You’re the first to start off with a crystal clear voice, enunciating each syllable with your hands clasped on top of the table. “It’s complicated.” Sunyi is mortified, face reddened, head downcast. “It’s been...on and off.”
“When’s the first...time then?” It’s not like you want to intrude into their lives or overstep your boundaries, but this is unfortunately part of your job. You can’t pretend like you didn’t see it.
“Two years ago,” Yoongi states plainly, more composed than the female beside him.
“Years?” Hoseok’s brows shoot upwards, wholly surprised.
“This is purely a sexual relationship,” Sunyi scrambles to explain as if it can save the situation.
“Yeah right.” He scoffs, looking at you to explain. “We’re dating.”
She automatically protests, voice moving up a pitch, sharp and offended, “No, we’re not!”
“Then what do you describe going out ten times to movies and dinners? What? Are we friends?”
“It’s not dating. It’s just...hanging out...or rather, being at the same place by coincidence.”
Yoongi scoffs again, ignoring her. “We’re living together.”
“No!” She sighs. “I just have a lot of my stuff at his apartment and it happens to be closer to work than my place and my landlord is an asshole—”
“Alright.” Hoseok stops them before he gets a headache. He pinches the bridge of his nose, letting them off the hook considering how late of a night it is. “Obviously you need to talk to each other and figure this out. I don’t care what you guys are doing on your own time and neither does Jimin, but we need to know to prevent liability issues, okay? You’re both lawyers and you should understand that. So go home, figure it out, and in the morning, go report to HR.”
Sunyi nods frantically, grabbing her coat and covering herself up, walking out before she’s humiliated any further. But as you all make your way, Yoongi’s cat-like eyes are sharp and narrowed into slits. It sees right through you. “But...why did you two show up?”
He inhales a shallow breath and the corner of his mouth tugs, like they’re tempted to pull into a smirk. He knows.
“I had to pick something up.” Hoseok swallows hard, pupils diverted elsewhere.
Yoongi smiles and he glances at you for a millisecond. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”
“Goodnight, Yoongi.”
The pair of you watch them leave, still unable to wrap your minds around this bizarre development. Then, a tired exhale leaves through the seams of your lips. “I’m going to have to do another presentation on office romances and not having sex here, right?”
“Probably.” Hoseok nods, still looking ahead at the elevator doors with you. “But right now, we have unfinished business.”
“If you think for one second that after that we’re going to your office—”
“To my apartment we go!” Hoseok laughs, clutching your hand in his and dragging you off as your mouth curls and a soft scoff leaves it.
The trip to his place isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Well, considering Hoseok kicks the front door open and he’s carrying you. You didn’t have to take many steps, but he was slightly struggling, almost crashing into the wall and wobbling from side to side. “Oof.”
“I thought I was light as a feather, Hobi.” You make fun of him, tugging on his chubby cheek and mimicking his words from inside the apartment elevator.
Still, the fool of a lawyer manages a laugh and a grin. “You’re heavy as one brick. So not that much.”
“Lovely. Comparing me to a brick.”
Once he’s made it to the bedroom, he throws you onto the mattress, making your body bounce once and you feel absolutely giddy from head to toe. He strips off his jacket before jumping on top of you, causing laughs to bubble out. You complain he’s too heavy and too warm, pushing him off.
But even when Hoseok’s moved aside, he’s relentless, arms wrapping around your abdomen, nuzzling into you. A quiet yawn leaves him and he cuddles into your body, head propped on top of your crown. “Y/N…”
“Hmm?” Your lashes flutter, finally simmering down.
“Wanna just sleep instead? You’re too soft to let go. Like a pillow.”
“Okay.” Your hands card through the strands of his hair, patting and petting him. The man who’s melted into putty hums in satisfaction, reminiscent of a cat being lulled by their owner. “But Hoseok.”
“Yeah?”
“I still need to brush my teeth. And take off my makeup. And change into pajamas.”
There’s silence.
You wonder if he’s fallen asleep. “Hoseok?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He pulls away, albeit reluctantly and obviously tired. Yet somehow, he manages to scoop you up in his arms again, carrying you into his bathroom to get ready for bed. He’s all too silly and as you laugh, you wonder how it’s possible sunshine has been encapsulated into one man.
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Flawed Humans - Kim Jongin (Kai)
KIM JONGIN x Reader
Angst, Husband!Jongin AU. 4162 words.
Warnings: Mentions of sex and infidelity, and lots of angst. (I hate the fact that I can only write angst, it seems like I don’t have any sweet bones for a fluff)
You two are just humans, flawed and imperfect. Humans that were susceptible to mistakes and to break promises. He was fragile and you’re unforgiving. Jongin was too malleable and you were too stubborn.
(Inspired by the song Humans by The Human League. One of my favorite 80s songs :)
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A glimmering color of gold, that was supposed to be the symbol of the love that never fades. The shape of a circle that emphasizes the infinite amount of time you were to spend with each other. And both of your initials symbolizing that it was something you own, whether that ownership be regarding the mere exorbitant jewelry lying in front of you, or the person whose other initial engraved upon it belongs to.
You stare at the wedding band you absentmindedly placed over the glass table, keenly examining all its features. And it was when you wonder, how a miniscule object can hold a boundless amount of sentiment attached and ordained by its owner. To others, it’s just an expensive metal forged into a piece of jewelry - a symbol of luxurious commitment. But to you, it is a metal that gave your life further meaning. It felt as if an extension of your existence, a portal from your ring finger to another person’s life - to his life. Well, it was.
You removed the ring for a reason.
There was always a restless feeling whenever the ring didn’t made contact on your finger. And you’ll typically be in a rush in search for the connection once more. But now, the skin that touched the jewelry itched, stinged, burned. Like a sore reminder of a relationship that turned sour, a promise that was broken, and a heart that was ruined - that he ruined.
So now you sit in isolation on the long dining table, your back facing the entrance that he could emerge from an any time now. All of your luggages are now packed and sealed in your room, ready to be picked up once the conversation you were dreading to engage in is over.
Then you hear the opening and shutting of the door. Your mere knowledge of his presence made your stomach turn a random degree, in pain, in disgust, in sadness. Your senses told you that he was approaching your place, and you breathed deeply. This is it.
You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him as his large hands started to envelop your torso from the back of your dining chair. His smell still that familiar musk that you love - yes, present tense, despite all the torment it stirs in your bones. You feel his lips on your cheek as his embrace around you tightens.
“What are you doing here all alone? I hope you weren’t waiting for me.” Jongin said with a chuckle before he lets you go and makes his way around the table to grab a cold drink from the refrigerator.
You swear you practiced the parting speech you were supposed to give. A rough explanation on why you’ll leave, a summary of his infidelity and how he broke you - and how much you’re unable to heal afterwards. But now like a dagger in your throat, your words were stuck and left silence on the thin air that enveloped the both of you.
“Work was a chaos today, Sehun kept on messing his lines up and we did a ton shit of retakes. Ah, the pain of the ass that boy is.” He started rambling regarding his job, his dream, his passion. The profession where you met him.
Jongin was just a simple production assistant when you met him, and you were just starting your way up an endless ladder of show business and landed a small role as a friend of the sister of the lead character. It was far off from your dream of formally acting and starring on the big screen but it was a start. You met him on set, the charismatic and promising crew member that was on one of his stepping stones to become an actual director.
You found yourself during the breaks in between takes with him hanging out in the back of a trailer truck. Sipping the much needed coffee for the shoot that transpired the whole night till the sun rises again. Chatting over the parts of your lives that you still didn’t know each other, seemingly catching up to the times that was before him and his life before he met you - as if the information would be useful as you’ll be spending the future together.
Maybe it wasn’t wishful thinking, as he asked you out after the production - not wanting to end your connection the same time the reel of the film ended. And two years after that, you gave your vows in front of your family and gave the promise of being together as long as your breaths are in the same rhythm as the other. And stand together as long as your heart beats the sound of his name and his bled yours in capital letters.The very same vow that he broke.
You decided to give up your futile dream of being a movie star not long after. Realizing that you just weren’t suited for the job, as the glitz and the glamour didn’t fit you nor satisfy you. You realized that the entertainment business was less of the art, and more of the business. An industry built on the capitalization of glamorous people to market them as what the society wants to be like. You deemed that as preposterous, you saw acting as a form of expression and art - and it just wasn’t it. So you shifted to the officework that most would say was legions of degrees more boring and black and white that the industry you used to be in. But you actually found happiness in the isolation and quietness of it.
However, Jongin is persevered to reach his lifelong dream of making art and imaginary universes on screen. To breathe conceptual characters unto life, making the ideas of writers translate onto screen and the audience. Which he actually reached, and became the wick of the time bomb that was your marriage.
It was inevitable for Jongin to meet a handful of astonishing, tempting, and young women who were eager to seduce him in their way up the industry ladder. You knew the hustle, it was dirty play but it’s how it works. Two years into your seemingly perfect and happy marriage, a promising young actress wannabe seduces your husband, the dashing director, her way into the lead role.
You weren’t supposed to find out. You sometimes wonder if you didn’t drop by on the set on unholy hours of the night. You drove 4 hours into the remote location they needed for the beach setting of the movie. Jongin has been gone for the better parts of the week, and besides for the natural longing for your husband, you wondered if he was resting enough to at least be at a functioning state or overworking yet again like the workaholic that he is. If you were to be honest, a peculiar intuition also fueled you to go there. A noticeable influx of texts from an unlabelled workmate flooded his phone during the few times that he was beside you when his new project started. He would usually be enthusiastic to tell each and every detail of an undergoing production but those past few days marked a decline in the information he gave. As if he was trying to hide something from you.
The hunches that you felt almost screamed at your face when a few of his crew looked as if all blood left their body when you appeared on the set. You just knew something was happening, but you were too afraid to conclude. It would be instinctive of you to crash on his trailer and catch him on the act, red handed. But what would that benefit you? An image to fill your nightmares with? A photographic memory of your husband, the love of your life, your Jongin, fucking a younger, sexier, and prettier starlet with the wide hips and small frame you could only be in memory. You’re sure you wouldn’t be able to bear with that memory, that image, ingrained in your mind for eternity so you faked a smile to his production assistant.
“On a break?” You tried to fake innocence, the image of a wife that was only here to see his husband - not catch him cheating.
Donghyuck, his young and loyal assistant was only able to nod. You see his tent illuminated from the inside, so you gestured that you’ll be on your way there. He opened his mouth, as if to warn you or hold you back from the nightmare that you’re imagining. It was rather a confirmation that your thoughts were real and God knows what’s happening inside that tent.
“Don’t worry, I’ll wait for him outside.” And you smiled with a paint of reassurance for the young man. A face with the underlying image of pain, and a pair of eyes that was only a blink away from shedding tears.
And there you stood outside the tent, and it took all your willpower to not go inside and pull the homewrecker by her hair. Or kick Jongin by his dick that was probably engaged in a heated activity inside another woman. The sounds gave off what exactly has happening inside, it was the shattering of a vow, the destruction of your heart, and the invalidation of the future you planned for the both of you.
All for what? A steaming sex inside a collapsible tent with a woman with the body proportions of a goddess, the lips of a devious seductress, and the eyes of a feline.
Yes, that was all it took for him to ruin everything.
Maybe her image spoke of the way you did look like when you first met? Young and fresh and new, maybe that was he was looking for. Maybe Jongin was tired of the same old you that didn’t see proper taking care of the past few months because she was too busy for her office work.
After what seemingly took forever of you waiting outside the dreaded tent, two figures emerged from the flaps of the exit. One of a breathtaking homewrecker, and that of a cheater of a husband. Both sweaty from what just took place, and Jongin was still buttoning his shirt when his eyes caught yours. His face turned from lust to an insurmountable amount of shock.
That was the last thread that was holding the floodgates from your eyes.
The first tear shed as you caught the other pair of eyes. You weren’t sure if she was just shocked, but she surely wasn’t apologetic. Damn, you couldn’t even pin a name on the slut that destroyed your marriage. A lame excuse of an artist who was willing to ruin a marriage in exchange of fame, or maybe she really lusted after your husband - the one labelled as the hottest director in the industry as to date. One who looked like he belonged more in front of the cameras rather than giving instructions behind it. You wouldn’t be able to blame her then, who could help themselves from wanting a taste of Kim Jongin?
But that Kim Jongin was yours, that taste was only yours for the taking.
Your eyes wandered back to Jongin when he spoke of your name. A bitter taste flooded your mouth in the thought that he still had the audacity to call you after what had transpired moments ago. You tried to win the situation and keep your calm, be the classy and mannered wife in front of the other woman and your cheating husband. With a small smile forming on your lips, your eyes wandered on his left hand. And there you saw the familiar shimmer of gold, a band of metal that’s full of promises and a future that can now be considered tarnished or obsolete.
“You didn’t even bother removing your ring, I see. That excited?” You said sarcastically.
“It’s not-” Jongin started as he took steps to you. To which you cackled a small amount of laugh at, he wasn’t actually trying to lie out of this wasn’t he?
“We both know what this is, Jongin.” You turned your head back to her. “I don’t usually have a knack for sharing, but it looks like I didn’t have control over the situation. It’s not my choice that my husband wanted to be shared.”
Jongin’s warm hands held your elbows, a usual gesture that you should be used to but now disgusted at. His warm brown eyes pleading for you to listen, or maybe for forgiveness as he accepted his defeat that he cannot be acquitted of the situation. So you just let your guard down and your tears fall, maybe it would break him to see you in pain if his love and care for you still existed in the deepest chambers of his heart.
“I hope it was all worth it, Jongin.” With that, you struggled out of his grasps and back into your car. It was blurry how you managed to get home with all the noise that occupied your mind - but you managed to go home safe, and it was needless to say that Jongin came barging in a few hours after begging for your forgiveness.
He promised a lot of things, that he would change for the better, that he would try and make things right, that he’ll never look the other way again, and that he would make it up to you. But were those band-aid solutions enough to mend the ruins that was left of your heart? You agreed to try again, still too stubborn and dumbly inlove with Jongin to let him go. You don’t know if you could start your life from scratch so you agreed to stay and maybe rebuild the things he broke.
And he indeed changed, he would always come home no matter how late the production ends and no matter how far away the locations were set. He always updated you on everything, as if he could lessen or eradicate the doubts that were bound to fill your mind when he was away. Jongin always let you meet the new actors he was working with and always introduced you as his loving wife, the love of his life, his everything. And maybe you would believe that he really viewed you that way. That if he labelled himself as taken and committed to a wife that waits for him at home, you’d be assured that he’s sticking to your vows that it was just you and him for better or for worse.
But for you, it was never the same. It’s unfair, for sure. But then again, he was the one who ruined the trust you built for him. Every flower he sends, you think that maybe he’s covering up for another mistake. That every call you get late at night was a facade he uses to hide his wrongdoings. And everytime he touches you, when his lips touch yours, you can’t help but remember that you’re not the sole body he made contact with even if you were already bound and tied by marriage. He tried his best but you were to ruined to take notice, too much of a mess to even build yourself back. You can’t even fix yourself at this point, what more your marriage?
And there was his damn ring that was a splitting image of yours, only a few sizes larger. You’ll never forget that he was able to cheat, to touch another, to break you, wearing the ring you put on him on your wedding day along with all your promises and dreams. It was a sore, painful, insult that the ring that meant so much to you wasn’t able to remind Jongin of the promises he said in front of your family and friend, the promises he made for you. That it will always and only be you.
And that’s why your own ring sat on the table and not in the middle of your fingers.
Jongin saw the blank stare of your eyes, either wanting to tell so much that it wouldn’t come out or just a space of nothingness. So you proceeded to talk,
“I’m leaving.” Was all you muttered to say of all the pieces of speech you prepared the past few days.
“Where are you going? We could take a vacation right after this production we’re only two weeks away from finishing-” You cut him off. There was a rushed sense in the way he spoke so you knew that he was aware of what you were actually pertaining to.
“I’m leaving for good, Jongin.” Your eyes met his warm gaze, his face painted of confusion and pain. “My bags are packed upstairs, I just wanted to tell you formally so I waited for you.” You tried to smile as if it would lighted the burden of the situation.
“Why?” Was all he muttered to say, a contrast of the man he is with his way with words. All he was able to matter was a three letter word that he already knew an answer to.
“You know why, Jongin.” It was already a good four months after that night but you came to a resolution that everything was never going to be the same for the both of you so you came to this conclusion.
“I thought we were doing great, I thought we were being fine? I told you I’ll make it up.” He was a mess in front of you, the way his fingers rattled as he took the seat opposite yours and clasped your hands on the table. The way his words were a rattle rather than a concrete sentence. You couldn’t bring yourself to hurt him, to hate him, you still loved him so much. And the sight before you still brought a pang to your heart despite everything that happened.
“Was it not enough? I swear I’ll spend more time with you. After this- after this, I won’t take in projects to spend more time with you. Just don’t leave, don’t leave please. Let me fix this. Let me fix us.” Jongin put your hands on his cheeks and pressed lousy kisses on it as small drops of tears escaped his face which led to your own falling too.
“I’m sorry but I just can’t look at you the same way as before. I don’t know how to meet your eyes without breaking my heart. How to trust you when you’re away. How to accept your touches without ever thinking about how you touched her. It’s just not the same.” You explained. His hands still clasping yours as he sobbed on them.
His eyes trailed to the gold band on top of the table, one hand letting go of yours as he picked up the ring. “Why would you take it off? We’re still married, please put it back. Please, Y/N..”
A sudden surge of displeasure flooded your palate. “How could you be the one to remind me that we’re still married? I know, Jongin. I know very well. Weren’t you the one who purposefully forget that even if you still wore a fucking ring?” You stood up in disbelief.
“It was a mistake! It was a mistake that I fucking regret everyday. Are you just going to hold it against me forever? I’m trying to fix this -” His hands waved all over the place as he tried to make a point. “I’m trying to fix us! But you’re unfair and you’re not giving me a chance!”
“I’m unfair? I’m the one who’s unfair, Jongin? It’s not my fault I can’t trust you anymore. How can I? How can I trust you when you were the very person I dedicated my life to but disregarded that by fucking some starlet for her big boobs and tiny waist?” You were never fond of profanities but there was no other way for expressing the pent up anger and pain in your heart.
“And mistake? It was never just as simple as that, Jongin. It was a group of decisions you’ve made, choices you’ve taken even if you knew how much it would break me, how much it would destroy me, how much it would break us. And the fact that you still went for it like an excited teenage boy just destroys every piece inside me that makes me want to make amends with you. Because how could I live with the knowledge that you chose to ruin our marriage over something as shallow as sex?”
All he was able to do was stare at the floor, on nothingness.
“You know what? That’s the most optimistic point of view I had in the situation. At least you were still thinking of me. But sometimes I think maybe I was completely absent from your mind, that you don’t think of me anymore that’s why it was so easy for you.” The last strands of your strength just crashed. After all these time, this marked the first time you opened up about what he did. Because there was a silent agreement between you two that if you didn’t talk about it, it would feel as if it never happened. That his infidelity never existed. That she was just a speckle of imagination and the two of you were still the perfect couple you once were. But tonight, the front is dropped and the truth is told. That neither of you have healed from the trauma, that he’s still guilty and he’ll always be, and you’re still hurt and you don’t know if it will change.
“I love you, I love you so much, Y/N. I was wrong. I was so wrong, and I know that nothing I say would make it alright, that I couldn’t change what I’ve done. But believe me that I’m still mad at myself for hurting you, for ruining us. I’d do everything, fuck, anything to keep you here. Please.” Jongin is now kneeling in front of you as he clasped your knees, begging you to stay as he sobbed greater than you’ve ever seen him cry before.
“I can’t stay. I love you but I can’t stay. I’d only be fooling the both of us if I stay.” You also kneeled and put your hands on the either sides of his face as you asked his eyes to look back at yours. His handsome, ethereal face already scrunched up from all the crying and screaming. It broke you to see him like this.
You want to forgive him, to forget everything and start anew. But you just couldn’t do it, not right now, not this way when everything just brought you back to the pain.
“Just come back, please. I don’t know what I’ll do without you. I don’t want to live my life without you in it. I don’t want it. Please come back, please.” He was a mess. Jongin is just an apologetic mess in front of you.
“I just need to leave to fix myself. And when I come back, then we’ll fix us. I just can’t be here and hope to fix our marriage when I’m a ruin inside. We should take the time off, reevaluate, maybe miss each other so when we see each other again we’re excited. Damn, I love you too much, Jongin. I don’t want to be away, but we need this.” Your foreheads now rested against each other. It was a blind promise, you don’t know how long healing would take you. But you knew you wanted to come back.
He let you go, physically that is. Jongin even helped you stack your luggages on the back of your car. But he didn’t let you go away without planting a kiss on every visible nook of your face, and without you promising that you’d come back.
Most people would consider you stupid for still wanting to come back, but back when you said in front of all the important people in your life that you were to love Jongin all your life no matter what - you meant it a little bit too much. And he already regretted the poor choices he made, you already saw how broken he could be if he loses you in his life. You’re just two shattered pieces that want to fit together again, but you know that won’t happen if the shattered pieces of your own beings aren’t even fixed.
You two are just humans, flawed and imperfect. Humans that were susceptible to mistakes and to break promises. He was fragile and you’re unforgiving. Jongin was too malleable and you were too stubborn. Two imperfect humans that felt whole when they are together.
So maybe when the downfall subsided, when the shrapnels start to fall back into its rightful places, and the heart he so rightfully owned started beating the right rhythm again - you’ll find your way back to him.
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summary: Progress is made. || mythology au || hades!bucky x persephone!reader
warnings: smut is in the second half of this so tread lightly if you aren’t into that
notes: Lumina cracks me up. Just saying. Two updates in just a few days. I’m on a roll.
“I’m going to have to go topside soon.” Y/N notes at breakfast the next day. James looks up at her in confusion, hand paused halfway to his mouth. She gives him an encouraging smile in an attempt to quell his fears. “It’s okay, James. I just get...antsy when I’m away for too long. It can make me ill, sometimes.”
“Ill?” James parrots. Dread creeps up his spine. Being in his realm is hurting her? The notion made him a little sick himself. “Ill how, little one?”
“I get headaches. Chills. Fevers, sometimes.” Y/N explains. How she sounds so nonchalant about it is beyond him. “It’s why I’ve never strayed far from home too much.”
James nods, understanding. “Are you feeling ill now?”
“Minor headache, nothing too bad.” Y/N reveals. “It’ll get worse if I don’t go home soon, though. Which, I have to talk to you about.”
James motions for her to continue, undivided attention trained upon her. She looks nervous to broach whatever she wanted to discuss, and he can’t help but smile a little. Even after her weekend of power, she still has that timid air about her that James loves.
“I want you to come home with me.” Y/N says. “I spent a few days here in your realm, it’s only fair that you spend a few in mine.”
He considers it for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. She was right, and if they were to be married, the two of them would have to learn how to coexist in each other’s domain.
“May I have the day to prepare?” he asks eventually. “We can leave tonight.”
“Of course, my love.”
The smile she rewards him with makes his heart soar. He’d do anything to keep that smile on her face, even if it meant living among the mortals every once in a while.
“What kind of wardrobe constitutes staying on Earth?”
James looks to Lumina, finding her lying inside his suitcase, thoroughly amused by her companion’s attempt to dress like a normal human. Y/N had this part down pat, knowing how to blend and disguise, but James hadn’t truly integrated within the mortal population in so long that he forgot what it feels like to act the role.
“Is this appropriate?” James holds out a suit, simple compared to his usual regal attire but still highly overstated for a stint on Earth. Lumina takes one look at it and starts to mewl with laughter, rolling over on her back in amusement. It makes the god scowl.
“I hate you. You know that, right?” James tells her. She waves a paw at him, uncaring, still laughing.
“You don’t hate her, love.” James looks over his shoulder to find Y/N leaning against the doorway, already back in her normal dress, already out of the glamour the underworld provided. It makes James the slightest bit sad. “You’d go crazy if you didn’t have her.”
Lumina makes an eager sound of agreement.
“She is the reason I'm crazy.” James mutters. He sits down on his bed, suit in hand, sighing in frustration. Y/N stands between his legs, running a hand through his long, styled locks. “I’m not even on Earth yet, and I’m already floundering at blending in.”
“I’ll be there to help you, James.” Y/N reassures.
Lumina meows a sentence before she starts squeaking out laughter again, and Y/N watches James throw the suit to the floor like a child, huffing in annoyance. “I loathe that fucking animal. I swear I do.”
Y/N’s home is exactly what James imagined it to be. It’s small but not suffocating, quaint yet completely embodying the young goddess’ blooming personality at the same time. Floor to ceiling windows line the back wall of her tiny cottage, letting the moonlight infiltrate the living room and illuminate the cold concrete underneath their feet.
“A lovely home you have here, little one.” James murmurs, wrapping her arms around her waist. She smiles, but James can sense her nerves. Her heartbeat flutters as fast as a hummingbird’s wings, a short, rapid staccato beating in her chest. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted me here?”
“I do.” Y/N whispers. “But...there’s something else I wanted.”
“What is it?”
Y/N seems to steel herself for a moment, taking a deep breath before turning in her soon-to-be husband’s arms. Determination blazes in her eyes, and James watches, entranced, as she runs her hands over the front of his shirt, sliding low until she reaches the hem.
“I want you, my king.” she tells him. Her voice tremors slightly. “If we are to be married, I want to learn beforehand.”
“Learn?” his eyebrows drag together in confusion.
“I want to learn -” she hesitates, voice trailing off shyly. She swallows the lump in her throat, trying again. “I want to learn how to be intimate with you. How to please you.”
A sudden burst of heat courses through James’ body at her words. He ignores it, taking a step back, giving them both the room to think clearly. What she’s wanting is monumental, a leaping step that James isn’t entirely sure she’s ready for. Aside from a few passionate moments where James has forgotten himself, they’ve never attempted to push the boundaries, to push for a greater physicality within their dynamic.
“Are you truly wanting this or do you feel obligated?” James asks, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t want something you don’t want as well.”
Y/N seems offended at the notion of obligation. His question gets a raised eyebrow in return, her arms crossed over her chest. “I thought it was made apparent that I don’t do anything I don’t want to.”
“Believe me.” James can’t help but laugh a little. “I’m well aware of that.”
“Then it’s settled.”
With a smirk he steps around her, settling down on the tiny, plush couch. He pats his thigh in invitation. “C’mere, little one.”
Y/N situates herself in his lap, biting her lip shyly. What little bravado she momentarily possessed is now gone. She’s putting herself in his hands, trusting him to guide her. James was in no way going to fail her. He would make sure of that.
“Intimacy is not only about me receiving pleasure.” James tells her. She tilts her head, confused. “It’s also about you, little one. If you are not satisfied, then I am not satisfied, either.”
“But a wife’s duty...” Y/N trails off when James shakes his head, eliminating that thought before it could fully manifest.
“You will not cater to me and expect to get nothing in return.” James holds her jaw with a gentle hand, makes sure she’s staring straight into his eyes as he explains. “You will never leave a situation with me feeling unfulfilled. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my king.” Y/N whispers.
“Good girl.” the praise draws a soft whimper out of her, leaving her more flustered than before. James doesn’t call her out on it, storing the information for later use.
“We will not have sex tonight.” James continues, ignoring her indignant sputtering. “I feel as if that would be too much for you to experience at once. I don’t want to scare you.”
“But what else is there to experience?” Y/N asks. James thinks she may be pouting a little, innocence so apparent that it nearly hurts. He smiles, amused.
“There is a fair amount for you to experience, little one.” Y/N watches his eyes flicker, crimson fighting to overtake the blue. His gaze drops to her mouth, wanting.
“Like what?”
His hand caresses her thigh at the question, head nuzzling into the crook of her neck. Soft lips pepper chaste barely there kisses up the column of her throat. Y/N practically melts in his embrace, head lolling to the side as she sighs.
He kisses the corner of her mouth, drawing back slightly. “May I touch you, Y/N?”
The goddess nods eagerly, but he makes no move to do so. “Use your words, little one. I have to hear you voice your permission.”
“Yes, James.” she breathes. “You can touch me.”
And with that, he pulls her into a scorching kiss, hands gripping below her rib cage as she squirms in his lap. Her constant movement ignites a flame within James, fueling his desire to make her fall apart at the seams in pleasure.
His tongue drags across her bottom lip, one hand dipping underneath the hem of her dress, fingertips grazing the front of her underwear. The sensation makes her gasp, body tensing at the feeling.
James pulls away immediately, breathing heavy. “Relax for me, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I’m sorry.” Heat tinges her cheeks, and she looks away, ashamed at her trepidation.
“Don’t apologize.” James orders. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shakes her head, and James sighs. “Words, Y/N.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
James keeps his eyes on her as he replaces his hand, gently rubbing two fingers over the damp cotton between her legs. She whimpers, seizing her bottom lip between her teeth.
James thinks she looks like an angel - a wanton, seductive angel. And he’s the devil destined to corrupt Heaven’s greatest creation.
“Feel good?” James checks in.
The quiet moan from her is answer enough.
He uses his free hand to hook her underwear to the side, thumb sliding over her slit, gathering the slickness pooling at her hole. He presses in ever so slightly, reveling in the hitch of her breath.
“So responsive, little one.” James purrs. His voice has dropped an octave, deepened with his arousal. “So wet for me.”
The sound of James’ voice makes her tremble, dragging her further under the waves of lust crashing over her. His thumb slips upward, dragging over a spot that makes her cry out, hips rolling of their own accord. James circles it ruthlessly in hard, slow circles.
“J-James.” his name on her tongue is a pleading moan, her head dropping to his shoulder. He kisses her temple, smiling at how quickly he’s managed to dismantle her composure. She’s lost all inhibitions.
Heat rises in her stomach at an alarming rate, threatening to consume her as Y/N gives way to the feeling of James’ hand on her. The closer she gets, the louder she gets, and James has the thrilling feeling that his love is going to be a screamer when she comes.
His suspicions are confirmed a moment later when she screams his name, eyes squeezed closed in bliss as she shakes in his embrace.
What he isn’t prepared for, though, is the burst of magic that she lets loose.
It blindsides him, clouding his mind with a haze of pleasure. James gasps, hips bucking, stomach clenching as he comes, too. His head tips backwards as he fights to catch his breath, mind reeling.
“Little one.” Y/N hums sleepily in reply. “Did you - did you do that on purpose?”
“Do what?” she questions.
“Hm. Nevermind.”
He’ll broach the topic later, once he’s able to make sense of it himself.
There is a nuisance interfering with his sleep, and it isn’t Lumina for once. James groans in protest as Y/N tries to shake him awake.
“Get up!” she orders. “We have things to do today!”
James pops open one blue eye, peering out the window to see that the sun’s barely risen over the horizon. “No.”
“Yes!” Y/N cries. She whacks him with a pillow, giggling.
“The sun’s not even awake yet.” James complains. Nonetheless, he sits up, blinking blearily at his fiancee. She’s smiling at him, already dressed for whatever she has planned for them today. “I didn’t sign up for this.”
“Too bad so sad, mister. C’mon, get dressed. There’ll be breakfast waiting for you when you’re done.”
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I adore your zombie au 15000/10 I’m the Denki requester btw sorry for not giving very much.. or any.. detail Zambie au denki running from a hoard of zombos while our in a supply run stumbling into a building only to come face to barrel with a gun and he explains and the girl lets him stay and then once he leaves he tells the squad and they all want to meet her for reasons and hen more stuff happens and yeah.. I’m sorry I’m terrible at this~ much love
That’s hectic my Little Rogue! I will do this request but it might be just a tad different towards the end than what you asked. I will be happy to do it for you though, hope you enjoy it ❤
P.S. I am aware that Bakugou’s first name is Katsuki but the Bakusquad has a habit of just calling him Bakugou, so yeah…
~Lady Lucifer🐾🐾
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⚡⚡⚡Denki ran like hell, his feet pounding against the ground as he sweated bullets. He had done fucked up when he decided to leave the safety of the compound without grabbing his gun first, it was a stupid mistake and one that he would never live down; that’s if he lived! He had been meaning to grab his gun but all of his procrastinating had ended with someone threatening to turn him into a bloodly pulp, so of course he had hightailed it out of there as fast as he could; without his gun! Denki couldn’t believe how moronic he had been to leave it behind and now there was a horde of Zombies on his ass trying to eat him for fuck knows what reason! Why did these disgusting things even have to exist in the first place? He hated them so much and wanted nothing more than for things to go back to how they had been before the outbreak!
He panted as he ran, a stitch building in his side as he closed his eyes tight; he just wanted to find shelter! There was sweat running down his back, making his shirt stick to him as his hair practically glued itself to his face. Why in the hell did Zombies have to be so persistent; especially for dead guys?!
“This is so bogus! Why the hell is it happening to me?!” Denki mumbled to himself as he ran quicker.
His eyes lit up as he saw a building up ahead, it looked like it was abandoned and if he was lucky enough it wouldn’t be occupied by the walking dead! He held his breath as he ran straight into the front door, busting it open with a loud bang as he stumbled into the building. Denki squinted as he looked around slowly, his eyes taking a moment to adjust to the darkness of the room. It looked to him like the building was clear so he quickly turned and slammed the door shut, putting a small line of defence between him and the Zombies! There was the sound of rushed steps and then a splitting pain across the back of his head as he groaned, his vision blurring as he dropped down to the ground.
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Denki groaned as he stirred slowly, a splitting headache racing through his head as he moved to try and sit up. “Ah, the fuck hap…” He broke of as his eyes focused on what was right in front of his face. His heart raced as he stared down the barrel of a shot gun, from the smells of it the thing had been used recently! His eyes travelled up slowly, trailing along the slender arms that held the gun in a firm grip. Denki’s jaw went slack as he saw you standing there, face stern and eyes narrowed in suspicion. He groaned internally, you already didn’t trust him so if he told you what he had been doing out there then there was no way you’d ever trust him.
“Who are you?” Your voice broke the silence as you pressed the barrel of your gun against the man’s forehead. You had watched him run straight up to your building and barricade himself inside but now you wanted to know more about him; especially where he was from!
“Ah… Denki Kaminari… and you are?” Denki mumbled as he rubbed at the back of his head, there was a searing pain there that was fueling his headache!
You watched him with narrowed eyes as you looked him over quickly. He didn’t seem to be armed in any way and you had already patted down his pockets, there was nothing in them! “(Name)… where the hell are you from?” You asked as you pulled your gun back away from him slowly.
“I ah…” Denki wasn’t sure what to tell you! If he told you too much then you’d probably end up shooting him but if he didn’t tell you enough or anything for that matter you’d probably shoot him still! He sighed heavily as he ran his hand through his hair and then took a deep breath. “I was on a scouting mission to try and find more food sources but forgot to grab my gun from the compound before I left, halfway through the search I ran into a horde of Zombies and ended up having to hightail it out of there. I was running, I ended up in here and now here we are with you holding a gun on me while my head feels like it’s going to explode!” He blurted it out as quick as he could, holding the back of his head as he spoke because it really did feel like it was going to split open!
You stared at him for a moment, your mind running over everything he had just said to you in a rapid fire. Had he just said compound? Did that mean he wasn’t alone? “Ah… shit sorry that was me!” You whispered as you lowered your gun and pointed to his head. “I hit you with the butt of the gun… Sorry about that.” You frowned as you moved slowly and sat a short distance away from him. “Are there others like you? You said something about a compound right?”
Denki blinked as he rubbed the back of his head, at least he knew why it hurt so damn much now! “Yeah… there’s a whole bunch of us. We have a compound to the east of here which I really need to get back to but there are a bunch of Zombies out there…” Denki muttered as he jabbed his thumb in the direction of the door.
“No… not anymore there aren’t!” You smiled as you patted your gun and then motioned over to the other side of the room.
Denki turned his head slowly and looked over to where you were pointing, his jaw practically hitting the floor as he saw the large amount of weapons you had stored there. “Holy shit… no wonder you’re still alive out here…” He whispered subconsciously as he looked the weapons over, he wondered if you’d let him take one!
“You can take one with you if you want… and no I don’t expect it back either!” You frowned as you looked at him quickly.
“You should come stay with us! In the compound that is, there are a lot more people and you wouldn’t have to be alone out here!” Denki muttered as he looked at you hopefully, there was something about you that he kind of liked; maybe your spirit to live!
“Thanks but I’ll pass…” You whispered softly, turning your head away from him. “It’s easier being alone!”
There was a sadness to your voice that Denki couldn’t place but he wasn’t about to go prying into your story either. He looked around the building slowly, it seemed to be some sort of old office building maybe. There were stairs off to the left side of the room, he had noticed it had been about a 5 story building before he ran into it.
“Well if you ever change your mind just head east, I’m sure you’ll be able to find us!” Denki said as he flashed you a smile and tilted his head to the side slightly. “Just listen for the crazy yelling and swearing, then you’ll know you’ve found us.” Denki was certain Bakugou never stopped swearing!
You raised an eyebrow as you looked back at him, a small smile pulling at your lips. He had an odd way of describing how to find his compound but you guessed there was a reason he had said what he said. You studied him for a moment longer, he seemed to be alright now; except the headache you were certain he would have. You sighed as you pushed your hair back over your shoulder and then stood up slowly, going over to your weapons and pulling a gun off the shelf for him. You stood there a moment deliberating before pulling a box of extra ammo off the shelf for him as well and then dumping both in his lap.
“Take those just in case, you should be able to make it back to your compound with those. It was nice meeting you, Denki!” You mumbled as you motioned for him to leave you alone now.
Denki sighed as he stumbled to his feet, rubbing his eyes before loading the gun and storing the extra ammo in his pouch. “Thanks… hopefully I’ll see you again, (Name)!” He muttered before walking towards the door. He looked over his shoulder towards where you were, only to find you had already left the room and he was talking to himself. He frowned as he opened the door and walked out, shutting it behind him before taking off to the east for the compound.
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“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” It was Hanta who wore a disbelieving look on his face as he questioned Denki’s details about meeting you.
“I’m telling you man, she’s out there and seriously I’m kind of impressed she’s still alive! She’s all by herself and everything but god damn does she know how to hit!” Denki muttered as he rubbed the back of his head. He had taken pain killers for it not long after getting back to the compound so it wasn’t as bad now as it had been upon waking!
“Oh please, you sure you didn’t just imagine it Kami? I mean you did say you had a headache, maybe you hit your head and dreamt the whole thing!” This time it was Ashido who chimed in, her eyes holding a look of disbelief and weariness as she watched you.
Denki frowned as he shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. “There is no way I dreamt it! I mean where the hell would I get the kind of name of (Name) from?” He challenged as he pointed a finger at Ashido.
“I don’t know but it just sounds suspicious is all… I doubt there is anyone out there capable of surviving by themself!” She said back as she rubbed at her arm.
Denki fell silent as he looked between Hanta and Ashido, Eijiro had taken to busying himself with watching the food while Bakugou had been called away by Izuku! He pouted slightly as he looked away from the two of them, he had gathered there was no way of convincing them but now he was starting to doubt himself as to whether you had actually been real.
“Hey Bakugou bro, what do you think of Kaminari’s explanation about the mystery girl?” Denki looked over to Eijiro before his attention turned to Bakugou as he walked back in the room to them.
“Like this loser could ever make something as detailed as that up on the go, much less when the dumbass has a fucking concussion!” Denki smiled as Bakugou growled out at the others and then smacked Eijiro on the head as he pointed to the food, the red head moving quickly to stir it. “Besides, said little mystery woman just showed up at the gate Shitty Hair!”
Denki bolted up off the ground, regretting the decision immediately as the whole room spun and he found himself falling forwards. He had been expecting to hit the hard concrete beneath him but instead he found secure arms holding him up. He frowned as he turned his head, his eyes widening as he saw it was Bakugou that had his arms around him.
“Fucking dumbass… learn to get up slower when you have a fucking concussion!” He grumbled as he held Denki up properly.
“Aw Katsuki… look at you being all sweet and caring!” Denki really wished that Hanta would learn to keep his mouth shut because it wasn’t long and Bakugou was dropping him on the floor to instead beat the crap out of Hanta!
Denki groaned as he rolled onto his back, closing his eyes as the world spun and he placed a hand over his eyes to stop the feeling of nausea that was setting in. Had Bakugou actually been telling the truth when he said that you had showed up at the gates or was he just paying him out again? Denki sighed as he rubbed his eyes slowly and his brows pinched together.
“Looks to me like you’re still having a hard time… Denki!” His hand dropped away instantly, his eyes locking with yours as a grin spread across his face.
“You really did make it here!” He said as he made a move to sit up quickly.
You frowned as you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him back down into a laying position, tucking your legs under his head. “Yeah but you shouldn’t move, you’re concussed from where I hit you right?” You whispered, watching as he nodded slowly and his eyes pinched shut slightly. You smiled softly as you leant down and kissed him on the cheek tenderly. “Take that as my apology for now ok?”
Denki’s cheeks were on fire as he stared up at you, his brain blank while he tried to think of what it was that he was supposed to say back to you. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a yelp and his eyes flicked over to Hanta as he hung from Bakugou’s hand.
“Gross… don’t go kissing that moron around us, do it in your own time weirdo!” He growled as he glared at the two of you.
“Aw… are you going to take your own advice then, Katsuki?” Eijiro chimed in as he stirred the food which sparked off a whole nother argument and a fight!
It seemed like an alright place to you, the older adults had been a lot more respectful but you could tell that everyone you had come into contact with so far cared for one another, even if some of them did have odd ways of showing they cared!
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Fic Writer’s Week 2017: Day 1
Words of Validation
“Writers: Favorite comments - There’s always those comments that stick, the ones that help you push through a story or personal favorites that you just have to reread from time to time. Writers, this is the day to share some of those!”
Mmm, comments. Lovely, lovely comments. Kudos are good but comments are great. The fic writer’s lifeblood, the author’s light in the dark...maybe that’s dramatic? But, seriously, comments. Comments are so very nice as an ego boost, as a point of validation. For me, comments mean you really liked my work and fuels me with the motivation to write more. I love them (even if I’m guilty of not replying) and there are several that I want to just print out and hang on my wall as a source of motivation.
Here are a few of my personal favorites. (I left out names just in case people didn’t want to be called out but just know I cherish them all and the people who wrote them)
On “Aces” Chapter six:
“it's time to get the floaty review box out for this shit
this is so rough to read and i want to bundle up suga and protect him from the world but you capture this kind of atmosphere so well mora
also what the fuck kind of shampoo smell is that
oh my god did they get kidnapped like immediately after breaking up or something
suga's wound up so tight, he's gonna break. i love him but also destroy him mora. break him open so we can start scooping out all this rot so he can get some catharsis
i think you mean "deny" not "dent"
SHOULDER HOLSTERS SHOULDER HOLSTERS SHOULDER HOLSTERS
oh my god did he just eat a weed brownie mora
is suga going to end up with ketchup smeared all over him and someone thinks it's blood. i'm not ready for that kind of comedy in a fic like this. plz be gentle with me mora
"what've you been into" i'm sorry iwa what else is there for him to get into
isn't next week suga breakdown week. is that what normal is for this fic.
overall I'M VERY PLEASED ABOUTT HIS THANK YOU FOR WRITING IT BABE”
I love this comment for so many reasons and it’s not just because it’s from one of my favorite people. The enthusiasm and the scolding and everything about it just makes me grin like a fool.
On “Eating the Peach, Finding a Start”
“I never thought about this pairing until you started writing about them and now they're my favorite. <3″
It’s simple, it’s sweet. It makes me feel so smug. I primarily write rare pairs so anytime I can drag someone into rare pair hell with me makes me incredibly happy- especially when they become a new fav pairing for someone.
On “Entwine”
“It's so S O F T and amazing and I just love it so so much. The way you portray everyone; their personalities, actions, desires, is so amazing. You are a GREAT writer and thank you so much for putting so much time and effort into your writing and then sharing it with us <3″
That’s not a tear in my eye, I swear. (God, yes it is. I’m such a sensitive baby)
This is so incredibly sweet to me in so many ways but, god, being called a great writer? Being thanked for my time and effort? Shot through the heart, I swear. This is one I visit often when I need to pick up my self-confidence. Thank you, dear. You’re the real mvp.
On “Finally”
“I'm not the biggest fan of ABO dynamics in general, but I really enjoyed this! I loved the way you played with the tropes that go along with this verse, but did it in such a way that it didn't take away the characters' agency. I loved that Suga was still strong, that he chose to be submissive because he liked the way it felt with Daichi. I loved how slow and thoughtful and intentional all of the development was. The trust, and the quiet, gentle way Suga and Daichi grew into being a couple. It was all so soft and so full of love, which I am all about. Daichi is SO GOOD. I love him to death always, and I loved him in this fic. Thank you for so much wonderful snuggling and such a nice build of desire...it was extremely satisfying <3″
Imagine, if you will, another fic writer you admire reading your works and liking it. Liking it even if they’re not into your trashy abo weakness. I’m pretty sure I choked on my spit when this came into my inbox. This one gives me so many warm feelings and a sense of pride. Makes me grin because hell yeah I did a good.
I love this one so much. <3
On “Getting Together”
“I love that you treat the characters and their situations like real things. You perfectly captured the exact emotions that would arise in a situation like this; anxiety, nervousness, tenderness, and lots of emphasis on love and trust. The fact that you kept it with daichi's perspecitive just made it even more personal and tender. (The consent being so prevenlent in this fic is a gorgeous thing as well)Fantastic job!!“
Listen- this fic is my baby. And being told that I captured the emotions well? So validating. I feel so, so proud when I read this and it makes me want to add onto the au even more.
On “Not at the Office”
“three
thousand
fire emojis”
Honestly, this one just makes me smug as hell. Like, hell yeah I wrote some hot shit.
On “Scarlet on your Lips”
“I read this last night and no joke spent all night like this https://68.media.tumblr.com/7560b08c098fd09f905c4eed917d807e/tumblr_inline_ogjo7pt2rO1r9lz18_500.gif like this was so amazing, the characters so on point, the dialogue so well done, you took me on a fucking soul searching journey when it comes to iwaizumi bottoming, just, wow. You really. showed me the light lmao. I love the banter as they're having sex, there's honest affection there but you can feel iwaizumi's vulnerability/fear/defensiveness as he slowly lets himself have it, and how oikawa is just like OPENLY GRATEFUL (& smug) for every bit of iwaizumi he gets is just. A REALLY GREAT DYNAMIC. I REALLY. REALLY. ENJOYED THIS. I'm going to be thinking about it A LOT.”
Smugsmugsmug. This makes me feel so smug and validated and, god, I’m so happy this could resonate with ‘em. This fic was shameless self-indulgence and the fact that it got this response from someone makes me grin so, so wide. An instant mood booster.
On “Whatever You Want”
“Somehow I knew I would find something of yours when I decided to specifically look for praise kink fics.
*applause*
Darling it was wonderful and good god so absolutely in character for both of them. I always love your ability to write smut without ruining the essence of the character themselves”
We all know I write smut like there’s no tomorrow. And I try so, so hard to keep people in character for it. So to see that others think I keep characters in, well, character makes me so warm and proud and happy.
This is a little long and I know it is. I know it might seem like bragging but it does bring me such warmth to go back and read through the comments people have left. It makes me feel special and happy to see that people have cared enough about my work to read it, to comment on it. It makes me feel like I’m doing something right and it makes me feel like I want to keep writing. When I say comments are my lifeblood, I mean it.
I don’t think readers really understand the impact that they can have. I can be lifted from a shitty day from just a “i really liked this!!!” popping into my inbox. They’re validating and sweet and make me feel a little less alone in the world.
I love my comments and I adore the people who leave them. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to comment on my fics- you keep me going.
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