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A Touch | Reggie Peters

Request: Hi!! I saw you were looking for Reggie requests so I was wondering if I could request one where the reader is related to Luke and has a major crush on Reggie and Reggie likes her too but doesn’t show it and that night she does with them and when they get to 2020 and Reggie flirts with those girls she gets jealous and goes off and meets another ghost and starts hanging out with him and Reggie gets really jealous and admits his feelings for her

A/N: Tweaked it a little bit cuz otherwise this would’ve been even longer! Hope you like it! :)

Pairing: Reggie Peters x Patterson!Reader

Warnings: minor swear words, angst

Songs used: Touch - Little Mix | Bright - Julie and The Phantoms

Words: 5,672

1995

“Sunset Curve, are we ready to rock?!” you run into the garage, holding up rock signs whilst yelling. This is the place you’ve spent every summer with the four boys you call your best friends. Every first of July, your parents would drop you off at your Auntie Emily and Uncle Mitch’s house while they were off doing work-stuff, or so they said. But you didn’t mind, really because those boys made your summers so amazing. Especially Reggie.

You’d met the boys years ago when they first started the band and your parents had dropped you off at the Pattersons over the summer. Alex quickly became your go-to for any problem, and you were the first person he ever told about his sexuality. Bobby turned out to be the person to prank the other boys with. And Reggie… Reggie is just Reggie. Amazingly goofy, really smart -- though people would say otherwise -- and the sweetest, kindest gentleman to ever grace this planet. He’s the sole reason you really came back this year. Your parents had given you the option to stay home alone this year since you’d become seventeen, but you insisted on going back to Los Feliz anyway. You didn’t want to spend an entire summer in your house with no friends to hang out with since they all went on holiday at the same time. No, you wanted to stay with the Pattersons and have a Reggie-filled summer. He didn’t know you had a crush on him, and neither did Luke. It’s better if they don’t know. The group dynamic would’ve been disturbed and that’s about the last thing you wanted. Only Alex knew, and that was enough. At least now you could blab about how cute Reggie was that day or about that funny thing he said to you. Alex had told you to tell him, but you refused to. That would be the worst thing you could do.

Besides, Reggie doesn’t even like you like that. And he has other things on his mind right now, like playing the Orpheum tonight. It’s been a long, winding road with lots of ups and downs, and trials and errors, but they finally did it. Sunset Curve is having a showcase tonight at the Orpheum. THE ORPHEUM. To say you’re proud would be an understatement.

“Someone’s excited,” says Alex with a smile as he comes out from behind the drum kit. They’d just finished rehearsing their set one final time before their soundcheck.

“Yes! My favorite band is playing at the Orpheum, you guys!” you’re jumping up and down all the way to the blonde boy to wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. “I’m so excited for you guys!” you sigh before letting go and turning to the other guys. Two out of three boys in front of you smile at you endeared, whilst the third one scowls at you. “What’s gotten your panties in a twist, Patterson?” you ask your cousin. “Aren’t you excited you’re playing the Orpheum? This has been a dream of you since I can’t even remember when!” he chuckles sarcastically while zipping up his guitar case.

“I would be more excited if my little cousin would be a little more covered up,” he grumbles. The boys look at your outfit, as do you. You’re wearing light blue jeans with a salmon pink off-the-shoulder cropped top. You thought it looked cool, but now that your cousin seemingly doesn’t love it, you begin to have your doubts.

“Really, Luke?” Alex chimes in, shaking his head, “I think she looks cute.”

“Yeah, but you’re gay, you’re not gonna be lustin’ after her,” Luke mutters. You chuckle at his lame excuse. Of course he would say that. You cross your arms at him, and purse your lips.

“No boy is ever gonna be lustin’ after me, Patterson, because you scare them all away,” you snarl at him with a raised eyebrow. This shuts him up right away. Or at least for a moment.

“Good. You’re too young for a boyfriend anyway,” he says instead.

“I’m one month younger than you, Patterson!” you scoff. For a second you think he’s being serious, but then that teasing smirk tugs at his lips, reminding you that he’s only playing.

“Just looking out for ya, cous,” he wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding you out the garage with his guitar case in his other hand. “I need all them boys to know that if they ever hurt you, I’ll kill them.” Little do you know that Reggie’s behind the two of you, carrying his bass out the garage, and hears your entire conversation. He’s once reminded of why he can never act on his feelings. Luke would kill him if he even tried.

At the Orpheum, you help the boys set up their instruments and then sneak backstage for a while as the boys are talking to the showrunner at the venue. You walk through the labyrinth of corridors that give out on the dressing rooms left and right. But for some reason, the room at the end of the hallway screams at you. You don’t know why you’re pulled towards this particular room, but you find yourself opening the door cautiously. A creek echoes through the empty corridor, making you cringe a little. You hastily slip through the door and turn the lights on. The artificial blaze blinds you for just a moment. When your eyes have finally adjusted to it, you let them wander around. Over the seating area with the sofas and the couch, and then finally landing on the piano against the far left wall. As a smile tugs at your lips, you walk over and let your fingertips grace over the keys before pressing one and letting a note ring out through the room. The single note reminds you of the summer you’d spend teaching Reggie how to play. He’d constantly mess up and giggle, and then he’d watch you for a while as you showed it again, only for him to mess up again because he was looking at your face instead of your hands. And every now and again, your hands would brush over the keys, and you’d feel all giddy and warm inside. Especially when he gave you that look. That one look only Reggie can give you. You’ve tried to explain it to Alex, but in vain. There was no way to explain the way Reggie looked at you that summer. That was two years ago. That unexplainable look of his faded away, as did the brushing of the hands. He never asked to play piano with you ever again, which made you wonder what you had done to chase him away like that. You cried to Alex about it or stayed awake for hours wondering what happened.

Though there were no touches and no glances left this summer, you still remember the feeling it gave you. You remember it enough for you to get dizzy just thinking about it. With that dizzy feeling welling up inside of you, you sit down on the stool and make up a melody on the piano. Satisfied with how it sounds, you play it again and start making up words as you go. Something you and Luke did all the time whenever the other boys were busy in the summer.

“Just one touch, just one touch Just a touch of your love is enough To knock me off of my feet all week Just a touch of your love, oh Just a touch of your love, oh Just a touch of your love is enough To take control of my whole body Just a touch of your love, oh Just a touch of your love, oh”

“Ah, here you are!” The voice coming from behind you makes you jump, and you let out a squeal as you turn around hastily. Reggie’s standing in the doorway, an amused smile on his face. You clutch your heart as though it’s going to pop out any moment.

“Fucking hell, Reg. You gave me a heart attack!” He chuckles before walking up to you and joining you on the stool at the piano. Your heart skips a few beats while you’re trying to calm it down from getting startled so badly, which does not make it any easier.

“Sorry,” he mumbles and nudges your shoulder with his. “What were you singing? Sounded good.” A blush creeps up your cheeks, heating you up from the inside out.

“Just something that came up,” you reply as nonchalantly as possible.

“It sounded great,” he compliments once more. You look up at him for a moment, finding him looking down at the piano. There is something so calming and peaceful about him, but you could never say what it was. Maybe it's the vibe he gives off or the beautiful green orbs that could stare right into your soul. “Let’s see what I remember from your piano lessons,” he then mumbles before touching a couple of keys, letting a shrill sound come out.

You scrunch up your nose as he looks over at you with a nervous smile on his face. “Guess you should start teaching me again.” The sound of his laughter reminds you why you loved hanging out with him. Not because he’s the most beautiful guy you’d ever seen, but because he makes you laugh. There’s never been a day he didn’t make you laugh your ass off.

“Maybe you should just give up on the piano,” you say teasingly, which makes Reggie’s mouth drop open in fake shock. “Stick to the bass, Rockstar,” you pat his shoulder before getting up and making your way to the door. You turn your head to see if he’s following you, only to find him charging towards you at full speed. Your reflexes aren’t quite on point. Before you can run away from him, he already has a tight grip on you and throws you over his shoulder. You shriek at the sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through you before you burst into laughter, flailing your limbs about to try and get him to put you down again.

“Patterson, your cousin is being mean to me. Permission to throw her out?” You stop moving at his words. Of course, you’ll always be Luke’s cousin to Reggie and nothing else. Instead, you place your head in your hand, your elbow resting against Reggie’s back while the other hangs down. A big sigh leaves your body, and when Reggie feels this, he puts you back on your feet. He gives you a worried look first but after you offer him a convincing enough smile, the worry makes room for his happy-go-lucky personality again. “Don’t test me next time, Patterson,” he whispers before turning and heading to the stage where the other boys are. Alex gives you a knowing look, to which you just roll your eyes and go to the back of the venue where a girl is wiping down tables.

“We’re ready for soundcheck, Gil,” Bobby tells the sound guy. He gives the band a thumbs up and gets to working. You sit back on the bench, watching as the boys play a couple of songs from their set for tonight’s showcase. They sound wicked. But they always sound wicked to you. These boys are crazy talented and tonight’s going to change everything. For all five of you. They’re going to land an amazing manager that’ll help them climb the charts and get the best tours around the entire world, and you’ll still be Luke’s cousin, left at either your parents house or your Uncle and Auntie’s. Thinking of Emily and Mitch reminds you that you need to tell Luke to come back home soon. His mother is pretty much going crazy and it’s driving you crazy not being able to tell her where her missing son is. You keep telling her he’s okay, that he just needs some time. He’ll come back. You’ve been promising her for months now and he still hasn’t returned. You’ll force him tonight, after the show.

“That was the tightest we've ever played! Too bad we wasted all that energy on soundcheck,” you hear Bobby say as you approach the stage once they’ve finished.

“Alex, you were smokin’!” Reggie compliments the drummer as he steps down from his stage.

“Eh, I was just warming up. You guys were the ones on fire!” The blondie deflects humbly.

“Can you just own your awesomeness for once, Al?” you shout at him, a smirk tugging at your lips. All four boys look at you for a second before Reggie, Bobby and Luke turn back to Alex. “All right! I was killing it!” His answer makes you very happy. “To fuel up before the show I was thinking…” Luke starts, and you know exactly what he’s going to suggest. “Street dogs,” the two of you say in unison. “We’re thinking the exact same thing, cous,” you say with a smirk as Bobby hops off the stage, landing beside you. You turn your head, following him with your eyes as he moves to the table you were sitting at earlier. The one that girl was wiping down. “Hey, Bobby, where you goin’?” Luke asks, jumping down too, followed by the two other boys. You make your way to the table with them. “I’m good,” Bobby says over his shoulder in response, then turns to the pretty girl. “Vegetarian, could never hurt an animal.” You roll your eyes at the obviousness of his flirting. The dude isn’t even that strict a vegetarian. You’re pretty sure he had a hamburger for lunch earlier today. “You guys are really good,” the girl compliments, her accent thickly enlaced in her words. “Thank you,” Luke retorts with that flirty smile on his face. Another earned eye roll. “I see a lot of bands, been in a couple myself. I was really feelin’ it.” Luke pats Bobby’s back. “Ah, that’s what we do this for,” he says, then pushes Bobby back with his shoulder. “I’m Luke, by the way.” “Hi, I’m Reggie,” the bassist says, pointing at himself. “Alex,” he raises his hand while a smile tugs at his lips. Bobby then nudges Luke back, forcing his way in front of him. Even though they’re the best of friends, you have noticed Bobby getting jealous of Luke on more occasions than one. Mainly when it’s about the ladies. “Bobby,” he says in a deep voice. The girl then looks over at you as you’re standing between Reggie and Alex, leaning on each of their shoulders, but haven’t introduced yourself yet, thinking it was a band introduction. “Oh! I thought we were only doing the band,” you say, making the boys and the girl chuckle. “I’m Y/N. Luke’s cousin and band therapist.” The boys give you a questioning look. “Self-proclaimed,” you quickly add. “Nice meeting you guys. I’m Rose,” the girl introduces herself then. “Oh!” Reggie then starts and hands over the CD he’s holding. “Here’s our demo.” He hands her a shirt next. “And a T-shirt, size beautiful.” You remove your arm from his shoulder whilst biting the inside of your cheek, trying to withhold yourself from reacting badly to his obvious attempts at flirting. Alex scoffs and shakes his head in disappointment. The girl holds the shirt in front of her for a moment before flinging it over her shoulder with a smile. “Thanks! I’ll make sure not to wipe the tables down with this one,” she jokes, which makes you chuckle slightly. Mostly at the fact why these boys -- except Alex -- are so enthralled by this girl. Not only is she really gorgeous, she’s funny too. “Oh! Good call!” Alex starts, “Whenever they get wet, they kinda fall apart in your hands.” “Don’t you guys have to go get hotdogs?” Bobby asks, clearly wanting to get rid of all of you, so he can flirt with Rose without being disturbed or embarrassed by his friends. “Yeah,” Luke pushes Bobby away as he leans forward to Rose. “He totally had a hamburger for lunch,” you say in unison with your cousin, once again. Rose laughs lightly, but you’re not sure whether it’s at the two of you exposing your friend or at the fact you said it at the same time. Might be both too. The four of you make your way out of the Orpheum and onto Sunset Boulevard, chatting about that night whilst making your way to the hot dog vendor you’ve been to a couple of times. You try your hardest to ignore Reggie flirting with some fans at the door and focus on the night ahead. The night that’s going to change everything. And it does, but not in the way any of you had expected. That night, the four of you die from eating tainted hot dogs. At first, it just tasted a little off, then you began to feel a little queasy until the lights went out completely. The next thing you know is a dark room and hearing Alex’s soft sobs echo through the darkness. So… That was it for the four of you…

2020

Or that’s what you thought. After a while of being in that dark room and you holding Alex as he cried, you suddenly feel something pulling at you. It’s this weird force that keeps pulling at your skin, which makes all four of you scream until you finally land on a hard floor with a loud thud. Groaning and coughing from the impact of the fall, you get up, looking around at the very familiar surrounding you find yourself in. “Woah! How did we get back here?” Luke asks, realizing the exact same thing. You’re back in the garage, in the exact same spot you were this morning. All of a sudden, a loud, ear-piercing scream startles all four of you, sending you into a huddle of screams too. You just about catch a flash of yellow running out, the screaming fading away as the color did too. Long story short, apparently this girl Julie played the boys’ demo and pulled them back into the ‘real world’ but as ghosts. You’re a little weirded out about the whole ghost thing, and you don’t really know what to think of it. At least you still have the boys. “Hey! Let’s go check on Julie!” Luke suggests one day. He had suggested Julie to just perform a song for her teacher to earn her spot back in the music program with a song the four of you had written together back in the day. You’re stood at the sidelines with the three boys next to you, looking at the girl on the stage as she plays the keyboard, playing the notes you’d come up with way back when. “Sometimes I think I'm falling down I wanna cry, I'm calling out For one more try to feel alive And when I feel lost and alone I know that I can make it home Fight through the dark and find the spark” You and Luke both mouth the words along, shooting Julie encouraging glances as she continues. “Life is a risk, but I will take it Close my eyes and jump Together, I think that we can make it C'mon let's run” Suddenly, the boys poof away from you and onto the stage, instruments at the ready, to support Julie. You’re a little confused at first, but then a smile tugs at your lips as they, once again, start rocking out. “And rise through the night, you and I We will fight to shine together, bright forever And rise through the night, you and I We will fight to shine together, bright forever” The kids from Julie’s school have now all gathered at the front of the stage, confused and excited noises erupting from the mass of people. The boys seem equally as confused as you are. Those kids can see them. You decide to go around the crowd to get to the front of the stage. You catch Luke and Julie conversing, both of them looking out on the crowd with both confusion and exhilaration. “What’s happening, Reg?!” you shout at him, but he just gives you a confused shrug whilst Luke sings the next verse. “In times that I doubted myself I felt like I needed somе help Stuck in my head with nothing left I feel somеthing around me now So unclear, lifting me out I found the ground I'm marching on” You glance at the group of students, the couple of jocks closest to you are headbanging to the music, clearly enjoying themselves. All but one. He’s looking at you with a flirty smile on his face. Your eyes widen at this. He can see you too? Goldilocks -- his hair looks nearly gold -- nods at you curtly in a “what’s up?” kind of way, which sends a blush right to your cheeks. Reggie skips to the other side of the stage, not noticing anything of the interaction between you and the very alive and very attractive boy. “Life is a risk, but we will take it Close my eyes and jump Together, I think that we can make it C'mon let's run” “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here?” the boy asks as he walks up to you. “I uhm… I’m with the band,” you reply pointing up at the boys on stage. Reggie skips all the way back to his microphone, your eyes locking as he shoots you a smile. “They’re really good! Where are you guys from?” You stutter and stumble, unsure of what to tell this boy. Your eyes dart from this boy to Reggie and back. “I’m not allowed to tell you,” you finally manage to come up with. “Management rules.” “Okay, can I at least get your name then?” “Y/N. Y/N Patterson,” you reply. There’s no use in lying about that part. Though Julie told you about Google and this boy might be able to look you up on ‘the Google’ and find out you died… But why would he do that? “That’s a pretty name,” he says flirtily and licks his lips. For a split second, you look up at Reggie to find him already looking at the scene unfolding before his eyes. “I’m Chad. Chad Avery.” “Nice to meet you, Chad,” you reply very politely, a smile tugging at your lips. “In times that I doubted myself I felt like I needed some help Stuck in my head with nothing left And when I feel lost and alone I know that I can make it home Fight through the dark and find the spark” Your eyes widen when you catch Julie walking through your cousin. How in the holy hell is she going to explain that to the school? You quickly look up at Chad, who’s too busy with his buddies to be able to ask you what that’s all about, so you take that opportunity to poof away from him, and get your ass to the very back of the gym. At the end of the song, the boys vanish from the stage, which earns a loud uproar of confusion from the students and faculty of Los Feliz High witnessing this. You find them at the side of the stage again, and decide to poof next to Alex. “That’s crazy! They could see us when we were performing but not when the music stopped!” Luke exclaims excitedly while Reggie shoots you an annoyed glance, but it disappears quickly as a thought pops into his head. “Oh! Maybe we should check!” he runs up the small flight of stairs and starts gyrating his hips. No reaction from the crowd whatsoever. “Yeah, I don’t…” he runs down again, “I don’t think they can see us.” You chuckle at his antics. That’s the Reggie you’ve fallen in love with. “I wish I couldn’t see you,” mumbles Alex under his breath, which makes you laugh even louder. Reggie glares at you, raising his eyebrows before turning around and walking over to the girl in the purple wig. Even though she can’t see him, he still attempts to flirt with her. The entire interaction makes you feel queasy and not at all at ease. “Ugh, please, kill me,” you mumble, earning a raised eyebrow from Alex. “Oh, you know what I mean,” you snap, annoyed at Alex for even trying to minimize how terrible you feel about the scene unfolding in front of you. But even more annoyed at Reggie for flirting with other girls even though you’re not a couple, nor will you ever be. He’s allowed to flirt, it just hurts. “Y/N,” Alex is going to try and reason with you, but you simply shake your head at him before poofing out of the school and back to the garage. The silence wraps around you like a comforting blanket, and that’s when the tears start streaming down your cheeks. You know you shouldn’t feel like this. Reggie can do whatever he pleases. You don’t own him. But it still hurts. It’s been more than twenty-five years of having a massive crush on him. That didn’t wash away with death. That burning, aching feeling you get whenever you see him is still there. And you doubt it’s ever going to go away. It’s there for eternity. “Thought I’d find you here,” Reggie’s voice startles you once again. It’s almost like a déjà-vû. You’re sat at the grand piano, delicately caressing the keys, but not finding the strength to write a song. No words could ever describe how you feel right now. “Fuck, Reggie…” you mumble, clutching your heart. In your mind, you’re scoffing at how familiar all of this feels, and you think Reggie realizes it too. He walks up to you and takes a seat next to you. Your shoulders are pressed together, and you’re trying your hardest not to show how nervous you feel. “Why’d you leave so suddenly?” he asks, twisting the hem of his flannel around his finger. “Just--needed some air…” you lie. You know you should tell him the truth. You’re literally going to spend an eternity with him as ghosts, might as well just come clean about everything. “Alex told me something different…” You scoff at his words. Of course Alex had to blab. “He didn’t tell me what it was, but he did say you were annoyed at me?” He pronounces his words carefully as if trying not to overstep. “What did I do wrong, Y/N? Tell me, so I can start apologizing because I’ve tried to wrack my brain to try and find a reason for you to be mad at me, but I just can’t…” he chuckles and shakes his head, “I can think of a few, but you’d never be annoyed about those.” You can’t help but laugh at that too. As the weight of the looming truth lands on your shoulders, you exhale slowly. There’s no way around this anymore. “I just--I couldn’t handle you flirting with that girl… I’ve watched you flirt with girls for years, biting my tongue not to say anything, but today was just… Too much…” you admit with your voice barely above a whisper. Reggie huffs beside you. “You’re kidding, right?” You look up at his furrowed eyebrows and darkened eyes. “You can flirt with whoever you want but I can’t?!”

You open your mouth to say something, but no words come out. He gets up from the stool and walks around the piano, halting on the other end. “I saw you flirt with that jock guy at Julie’s school and plenty other times when we were alive, Y/N! You think that didn’t hurt me?!” Frustration wells up inside you as you shoot up from your seat, leaning your hands on the keys, a distorted note echoing through the studio.

“I barely flirted with anyone when we were alive because you guys chased every fucking boy away, Reggie! You can’t blame me for flirting with one boy after being dead for twenty-five years!” He scoffs, now leaning forward on the piano too.

“Ever thought there might be a reason for us chasing those boys away, Y/N? Luke had his own and didn't know about mine but Bobby and Alex did! I told them to make sure no boy could ever touch you until I plucked up the courage to ask you out!” You’re stunned at his words for a split second, but then go back to the screaming match you were holding. There’s no time to properly realize he’s confessing his mutual feelings for you. “Maybe you should’ve just, I don’t know, Reggie, just a thought, asked me!” you yell at him, seething through your teeth. You’d much rather crawl across this piano right now and kiss him, but you’re frozen to the floor. “You try and ask Luke Patterson’s cousin out, Y/N! That man is impossible to get through! He’d never agree to me dating his little cousin!” Your tongue glides across your teeth as you mull over the next words in your mind. Back in 1995, you would’ve never dared to speak these words out loud, but so far in 2020, you’ve learned it’s okay for a woman to come up for herself. “Ever think about the fact that I am my own person, Reggie? That I make my own decisions about my life, my body, my heart? I decide who I love and who I date, not Luke. ME!” Your voice raises and your confidence gets a sudden boost after finally saying those words that have been written down in diaries multiple times, but never been said out loud. “Luke would’ve killed me if I ever told him I was in love with you, Y/N!” His voice matches yours now, which is equally as terrifying as it is extremely hot. You’ve never seen Reggie like this, he’d always been the guy that shrunk whenever someone would yell at him. He’s the one that would mutter an apology rather than come up for himself. “Well, you’re dead now, Reginald, what are you still waiting for?!” The words have only left your mouth about a second ago, but Reggie’s already charging up to you. He grabs your face and presses his lips forcefully to yours. You kiss back immediately, returning the passion and hunger he’s exhorting. This is what you’ve been waiting for, for years. You’ve dreamt about kissing him for so long, and now that it’s finally happening, you realize it’s even better than what you ever dreamt it would be like. “I can’t believe I waited this long,” he pants when you take a break from the intensity. “Yeah, me neither,” a very familiar voice chimes through the garage. The two of you look up to find Alex and Luke at the door, smirks on both their faces. “I had a bet going with Bobby how long it would take for the two of you to finally confess your love for each other. Guess neither of us won…” he explains nonchalantly while walking over to his guitar to grab it. “Wa-- Wait, you knew?” Reggie asks, his eyes darting over to you and then Alex. “Yeah, man. It was pretty obvious,” Luke replies, chuckling, whilst strapping his guitar around. “I mean, I heard you crying in your room about how much you loved him and how much it killed you not to be able to tell him,” he points to you, and a scarlet red colors your face immediately. “You were listening in on our phone calls?!” Alex asks, knowing the exact conversation they had that night. They talked about boys constantly, especially that one summer when Alex found himself falling for the lead singer of his band and best friend. They dated briefly, but figured out they were better off as friends, for the sake of the band. “Our walls were pretty thin, man,” Luke shoots him a teasing grin, “And you, Reggie,” he points at the boy next to you. “I caught you staring at my cousin all the time, and I just knew you didn’t shield her from flirting boys to protect my little cousin, you shielded them because you were jealous. It was so obvious, you guys! You’re not going to tell me this is the first time you realize the other’s in love with you too, right?!” Your cousin could get excited and passionate about a lot of things, but your love life was never one of them. “I was scared you’d kill me before I could even utter a word about my feelings for her,” Reggie mumbles, looking down at his shoes. “So, if anything, this is your fault, Patterson!” “Yeah, cous! All of this is your fault!” you agree, chuckling slightly at the widening of his eyes. “But you’re cool with this, right?” you ask, “I mean, he is your best friend, Luke…” His smile widens, the flicker in his eyes reappearing. “Of course I am, Y/N. I just want you both to be happy,” he replies with a shrug. “Now, let’s get rehearsing!” He plugs his guitar into the amp while Alex goes behind his drums. Reggie turns to you again, glancing down at you with that look of his he always used on you two summers ago. “Will you stay until after rehearsals? I wanna take you somewhere after.” You simply nod your head before leaning up and pecking his lips sweetly. He turns around to join the boys, grabbing his bass from its stand. Your teeth dig down into your bottom lip as a smile etches its way to your lips. Even though it’s taken you this many years, it finally happened, and you couldn’t be happier about it. You could finally kiss him and hold his hand and touch him. That electric touch you longed for, for so many years. His touch.

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Tourniquet - Part 1

Jim Mason x Named Reader/OC

(Jim is in his 20s on this fic. I know most people prefer Y/N or second person, but this one is hard for me to write and hits very close to home, so I gave the reader a name in order for me to feel some distance when writing. It also didn't feel right to wish any of these feelings on "you". Adding it under a Read More because of the possible triggers.)

Summary: While in an appalling rehab hospital, Jim sees another person struggling to deal with life, emotions, and the crushing desire to leave it all behind. She ends up adding a little spark of excitement to his usually mundane day and drawing his interest.

Word Count: 1, 888 (is a baby intro chappy!)

Warnings: SO. MANY. WARNINGS. Please heed the warnings, loves, and don’t read if anything will upset you or make you uncomfortable. If I have missed anything, please let me know so I can add it as soon as possible. Thank you!

Angst, Poor Medical Practices, Rehab Setting, Trauma, Drug Use, Drug Overdose, Withdrawal Symptoms, Suicidal Thoughts, Attempted Suicide, Severe Depression, Self-Harm, Scars, Language, Violence.

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It had been a while since he’d been brought to this place. The plain walls and terribly uncomfortable cot of his room greeted him day after day. Jim had lost count of how many days that had been. He remembered there were at least a couple days where Medina had come to visit and wished him a happy birthday. It should have been a day for them to celebrate together, and instead she was here with him in this awful place.

“I’m so sorry, Medina,” he would whisper as they laid on his cot together, nearly nose to nose. A slight burning sensation tickled his nose every time, but his eyes were too tired to release any more tears. He simply stared at his twin, or through her more like, and let the guilt eat him inside.

“Jim, it’s okay. Don’t be sorry. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than with you. You’re my best friend, my other half. It’s just you and me, remember?” Medina always pulled him close and whispered comforting words to try and quell the storm inside of him. It just made him hate himself more. She should have been outside, free and living her life, enjoying the waves she loved so much. Of course, that wasn’t something he would ever share with his loving sister. He didn’t know what he would do without her.

Jim was just...confused. His best memories of the place were the days Medina would visit. She would bring magazines and articles on surfing or the places they had talked about visiting someday. Envisioning a life beyond this mundane and monotonous existence always brought him a fleeting joy, but that feeling always left with his sister. It was exhausting to have his emotions swinging back and forth inside of him like a tangled yo-yo. He wanted to see her, to feel happy for even the smallest moment, but was it worth the inevitable and painful crash that followed? The guilt that he was holding his sister back and the fear that she resented him?

“Perhaps we should limit your sister’s visits. We could see if that helps improve your mental state.” The doctor had made the suggestion one day after one of Jim’s episodes following Medina stopping by. He’d bruised his hand and nearly punched a hole in the wall in his frustration as he’d spiraled once again. Jim did not take the suggestion well. Orderlies were called in to restrain him while he cursed out the doctor, screaming that his sister “was all he had left”, and he’d been put under heavy sedation for at least a day until his mind and body were too numb to fight back anymore.

Rehab. A place where he was meant to heal and recover and lose his dependency on drugs and stolen medication. All he found was that they used his problems to load him up with all new drugs and all new problems. Most of his day was spent laying in the same spot on his cot, as close to the wall as possible, and counting the flecks of dirt that had gotten stuck in the paint on the wall. He found it hard to sleep after the episodes requiring sedation. His hands trembled and his heart raced. More often than not, his nights consisted of pacing the short distance of his room and clutched his chest in fear that his heart would burst through his ribcage. He couldn’t breathe and swore he was suffocating, panicking, crying for someone--anyone--to help him and make it stop. Please!

It was a day like any other the first time he saw her. They’d forced him into the common room where some patients played games together or watched whatever sitcom rerun showed on the shitty cable tv. Jim sat by the window, tired, empty eyes staring at the palm leaves swaying in the breeze as he dreamed of the ocean waves he’d surfed with Medina. He wondered if she was out there at that exact moment. His thoughts were interrupted by an unusual silence filling the room. Everyone turned to look at the doorway where a nurse was giving a tour to a slightly smaller young woman. Her hair curtained her face as she stood with her arms wrapped tightly around her middle. A sense of holding the shattering pieces of herself together, most likely. Not once did she look up to see who else was stuck in this place with her.

Jim didn’t blame her. Most of them came and went, only to come back again if they didn’t manage to find the eternal freedom they all chased at some point. Jim knew the mark of defeat she wore so obviously; it was identical to his and everyone else that was forced to be here. “Danger to themselves or others” they called them. Her shoulders tugged her upper body down to the ground, her steps slow and aimless as she shuffled over to sit at the far end of the window. Her legs tucked up to her chest and she shrank into the chair in an attempt to disappear. Jim’s eyes widened at the slow droplets of tears slipping down her cheeks. The dark circles beneath her eyes mirrored his own. She was sedated, too. He wondered what had happened to her, why she was here, and then he noticed the thick gauze bandages wrapped around her wrists. Oh.

Her eyes caught his staring at her forearms, and she quickly tugged the sleeves of her sweater down. He couldn’t tell if the look in her glassy eyes was hurt, embarrassment, or anger. Maybe all of the above. She wasn’t sure either. She curled in on herself and turned sideways to rest her forehead against the window. Her chest rose and fell with the jagged breaths she tried and failed to control. Jim forced his gaze back to the world outside, but the quiet sniffles from the armchair a few rows away brought his eyes back to her. She looked tired. So tired.

And she felt tired. So tired. It hurt to feel her heart beating. Each miserable thump inside of her chest continued to pump blood and forced her to keep breathing when all she wanted was for it to stop. Why couldn’t it just stop?! A soft sob parted her lips, and her distress only made her heart beat stronger. There was no more room for her to hide within herself. The muscles in her body shook for exhaustion and the effort she put into trying to will her body into an implosion. Weren’t the meds supposed to help them feel better? Now the guy across the room was staring at her like he didn’t have the same dead eyes and weight inside his soul. Asshole. Fuck him and his gorgeous crystal eyes that shone like the ocean in the sun.

One of the other patients that had been playing cards came over and sat down in the chair next to her. Her eyes remained glued to the outside, and that didn’t seem to sit well with her visitor. He wanted to know her name, why she was so sad, why she was there. Jim knew the guy, Harry, meant well, but he just didn’t know when to leave things alone and call it quits. It wasn’t going to end well for Harry. You never made someone already on edge feel interrogated and pressured. The biggest mistake came when he reached for her arm to see the bandages peeking out from under her sleeves. She jumped up quickly, ripping her arm out of his grasp, and cradled her arm protectively against her chest again.

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” Her scream filled the room, and she let loose a right hook that landed on his nose.

“Oh, shit!” Jim’s eyes widened in surprise and an unusually bright smile lit up his face. The crunch of bone on bone let anyone within earshot know the guy’s nose was broken. He crumpled to the floor with a cry, holding a hand to his bleeding face, while she stood and panted over him with panicked eyes. A nurse rushed over quickly and looked between them, and two orderlies came running in. one of them bent to help Harry while the other held the girl firmly by her shoulders to keep her back.

“Samantha! What did you do?” The nurse glared at the young woman, Samantha, who opened and closed her mouth while trying to calm herself enough to form words in her defense. Her arms were wrapped around her middle again, and Jim could see her nails digging into her palms from where he sat. Large, fearful tears trickled down her cheeks as she looked up with wide eyes at the nurse towering over her.

“Harry grabbed her arm. She was just defending herself--I saw it. It looked like it hurt a lot.” Jim decided to help her out. Seeing her knock Harry on his ass had been the best thing he’d seen in months, if not years, and he still had a lazy smirk on his face from replaying it over in his head. Samantha stared at him in confusion. He had no reason to defend her, and yet here he was, trying to get her out of trouble. There had to be some ulterior motive, and that made him dangerous. She shrank back against the burly orderly holding her upper arms, even more so when the nurse reached forward and pulled her hand to move her sleeve up. Small patches of red had begun to blossom on the gauze, and the nurse sighed.

“Thank you, Jim.” The nurse nodded at him and quickly turned her attention back to the girl before her. One orderly was already taking Harry to get cleaned up and away from everyone else. “Come on, Samantha. Let’s get you looked at. You know you won’t be allowed to socialize with others if you can’t control your outbursts.”

“What a fucking loss,” she muttered under her breath.

“Samantha! Language!”

They walked past Jim, and he watched her go. Her eyes were trained on her slippers until she stepped next to him and gave him a sideways glance through her hair. He smiled softly only to be met with a teary glare. Jim lifted his hand in a weak attempt at a salutation. Samantha’s brow furrowed and she quickly turned away. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she owed him for stepping in on her behalf. The orderly pushed her forward and broke their eye contact.

Jim wondered when he would see Samantha again, if she was going to be punished. Samantha hoped she didn’t have to see Jim’s blue tourmaline eyes peering into her ever again. It felt like he could unravel her from the inside out, and she didn’t need any help in that department. She glanced back at him once to see that he was back to looking out window, tired, empty eyes staring at the palm leaves swaying in the breeze as he dreamed of the ocean waves he’d surfed with Medina.

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This one is a bit different and not for Michael. If you’d like to be removed from the taglist for this fic, please let me know!

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#PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS #Jim Mason #Jim Mason Fanfiction #The Tribes of Palos Verdes #My fics #This hit hard and I cried a lot writing this so I'm sorry if it sucks #Jim Mason x Reader #Jim Mason x OC #Felt good to write it out though so yay for self-indulgent angst?#Why yes this fic is titled after my favorite Evanescence song #Listening to Dear Agony by Breaking Benjamin while writing this both helped and hurt tremendously

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skzluvs · 4 years

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Crimson Roses 🥀; Kim Seungmin

Genre: Vampire Au! College Au! Angst; Fluff?

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Mild swearing

Word count: 3.6K

A/N: It was supposed to be a quick little drabble and became a whole ass fic. All I have to say is vampire concept seungmin HOT

He observed you from the corner of his eye.

There you were sitting on the first row with your materials spread out on the desk, taking notes as your life depended upon it.

He knew how interested you were on all those past events, on the ones we tend to call history because they change the course of living.

He found himself lost on your endearing figure. On the way you tried to blow the hair falling on your face but failing during the process, frowning at the distracting tingling sensation on your forehead. He smiled to himself wishing he could be the one that could brush your hair away softly.

But that was impossible.You were definitely too kind

And He... He was just a simple evil creature that had lived longed enough to know that falling for a mortal would be nothing more than a death sentence

An a crucifix to his heart.

The voice of his professor interrupted Seungmin's thoughts.

"Before you leave, we are getting closer to the end of the semester Which means you'll be assigned a project that is worth half of your final grade, It'll be a partner assignment and you will have a week to turn it in" He informed to all the students. The classroom exploded with all source of complaints from everyone who was not happy to say the least at the sudden notice.

"Are we allowed to pick our partners" You asked raising your hand. It's not like you had someone you already wanted to work with in mind; more like you could absolutely take advantage of this opportunity to pair up with Lee Minho. He was the top of your class, partnering up with him would undoubtedly mean securing that grade. And you needed that.

"Unfortunately for all of you I've already decided on that" He replied raising a list with names on it.

He began to call one by one, making the teammates move around to sit together by their announced partner. You were tapping your foot impatiently. This assignment played a crucial part on your final grade therefore you were scared your partner would not contribute enough for you to get a passing score.

" Y/L/N Y/N and Kim Seungmin" He said handing you a piece of paper with the prompt and expectations written on the back of it.

You lifted your head, getting rid of the air you had been holding on your lungs. Your eyes scanning the room. Making eye contact with him for a second, his eyes staring directly at your soul. You turned around quickly; a rosy blush spread over your cheeks.

You knew nothing about Kim Seungmin, besides he was drop dead gorgeous. He had this mysterious aura that was attractive. He was certainly not the bad boy type; He was more reserved, only hanged out with his close group of friends.

Who you had to admit they were all extremely cool.

Seungmin almost lost his bunkers when you were assigned as his partner for that stupid historical events project.

He knew everything about history. He lived through it; from the renaissance to the post modern movement. Seungmin had been around for at least 1000 years.

To say that living for so long had become nothing less but boring would be an euphemism. Because it was. He had gained experience and power through the decades. But it was no longer exciting.

Until he found you. You were the one who acted magnetically with his heart an undeniable attraction that made him stay for the first time. Seungmin was known for being playful. Never sticked around for long because he found humans despicable. He was not too fond of them. But his perspective changed completely the day he first saw you.

It was probably because you were not human like. With an overwhelming beauty and high manners. In all of the years he had lived on earth, he never met such a sublime soul like yours. So Breathtaking and admirable.

You stood up from your chair with a panting breathing walking through the aisle, all the way to the back to his usual seat. You were more than nervous; Seungmin's presence truly intimidated you.

You sat next to him and offered him a smile. Hoping the atmosphere between you two wouldn't be as awkward.

You expected him to be quiet most of the time as you was trying to come up with ideas for the project. However it was the total opposite he kept on engaging on the conversation. It felt comfortable how he carefully listened to you and instantly agreed with your opinion. Surprisingly he knew so much about the topic; more than you ever imagined as the few times you spared a glaze at him during class he seemed to be doing everything but paying attention.

After discussing your main subtopics you decided it was enough work for one day, and decided to set a schedule to work on the other parts of the project outside of school.

" We need to meet up to work on the presentation" You said looking through the papers to were holding on your hands.

He looked at you with adoring eyes. You looked so cute when you were concentrated.

"Definitely, where do you want to meet at?" He asked you smiling.

" What do you think about the coffee shop down the street? I can bring my computer so we can do it digitally unless you are old fashioned and prefer to work on a poster we can do research on the library" you said shrugging your shoulders.

" Y/N you did not just called me a boomer"

" I mean if the term fits you then" you said laughing.

" Back in my days, youngsters were respectful towards their elders" He said in a grandpa like voice.

" We are the same age!!!" You yelled at him unable to control yourself from laughing at his impersonation.

Or at least that's what you think; He said to himself.

" We are supposed to deliver history through this project don't you think Y/N I say we should do it the right way"

" You are right everyone is probably going to go down the easy road but we are smarter" You said getting excited; reaching your hand to high Five him. "Great minds think alike"

" I can assure you we are going to beat Minho's and Jisung's project"

You had to acknowledge Seungmin and yourself made an amazing dynamic duo. You were content at the selection of your partner and definitely had to thank the professor for it. Because you two clicked with such effortlessness.

The bell ranged and you had to say your goodbyes to go into your next class.

You were standing by the door ready to leave but you turned around quickly to yell at Seungmin.

" I'll meet you at 5 inside the library and you better be on time boomer" you said with a playful smirk

Wanting to mess with him; gaining a loud laugh from your partner. pretending to act offended crossing his arms.

Seungmin went to the library earlier than the time you had set. He rushed his way there, right before excusing himself from his group of friends who were going to hangout after class.

He wanted to pick up a few books for you; he thought you would find them interesting.

He scanned the aisles, holding with one hand a pair of hard cover books that were just as dusty as the coffin where he used to sleep in, during the counter reformation.

He sat at a table and laid the books, shifting uncontrollably in his seat, from time to time, observing the clock, waiting for you to come through those doors.

Hell, you were fucking late. And you regretted taking that extra time looking through your closet; trying to find something decent to wear. Is not like you were to meet Seungmin for a date, it was a simple study session; however for some reason you wanted to look presentable. He always looked good no matter what. Which was totally unfair.With that leather jacket and fitting tight pants that made him long taller. Your mind wondered for a second. And you began to question yourself if you were starting to develop a small crush on the pale boy.

You were walking as fast as your feet allowed you. Through the hallways, your high heel boots were making loud noises every time you took a step forward. The dress you wore lifted a couple of times due to the wind. Your hair was probably entangled from running the couple of blocks from your apartment back to campus. Your shoe selection had definitely became a nightmare to your now bruised feet.

Your hands were sweaty and you had to remind yourself. " Y/N this is not a date once again you are just stuck with him for the project stop being delusional" you said trying to calm down. Taking a deep breath before pulling the door to enter the library.

You tried to fix yourself before spotting Seungmin sitting on the back. He smiled with relief at your sight. You couldn't be more awkward by sending him an effusive wave. " What's all this" you asked pointing at the pile of books laying on the edge of the table. "Just some research materials" He said.

" We are going to be here for a while then..." you said jokingly lifting a book from the stack. Leaving at least 10 more underneath.

" I don't mind as long as our project comes out good" He replied to you brushing his head to the side.

What he actually meant was that he didn't mind as long as he could spend the most time with you as possible. He didn't even gave a single care about the goddamn project, all he wanted was your company.

You two began to read the old books; most of them focused on events that happened during the 17th and 18th century.

Seungmin was almost falling asleep when you suddenly jumped in excitement next to him.

" Look Seungmin!" you said and began to quote the reading out loud "On the baroque era there were myths about vampires who attacked its victims during the night draining their blood as a food source."

" Let me see" He said taking the book in his hands. Reading word for word and For his surprised It had to be a fucking article about undead creatures specifically Vampires. How lucky seungmin got with that one. "You don't believe on those things do you Y/N" He asked curiously awaiting for your response.

" I mean; I do believe that there could be creature such as vampires out there. I just don't believe in all those tails you know, the ones that over romanticized or demoralized their existence. In my opinion vampires are not blood-thirsting bats. If they do consume blood it must be because it's their only food source they can't fight against those Instincts. It'll be like going against natural selection. They do what they can to survive"

Seungmin was more than pleased at your explanation. He couldn't contained himself from looking you with sparkling eyes and a huge smile plastered on his lips.

It made him happy that you weren't into that cliché bullshit like Bella and Edward type of fantasy. That even if you didn't knew the whole spectrum you still had a pretty clear understanding of his lineage.

Your words made his heart warm. He did an introspection on the reasons why he liked you so much; to begin with you were understanding like no other, you never judged anyone based off looks, you spent your time getting to know them first, smiling kindly at everyone and never seeking for recognition but always helping out of selflessness.

In Seungmin's eyes you were all he always wanted a person so pure like you was impracticable to find somewhere else. He thanked for the timing being right for him to meet you, because after all these years living in vain, you were the only one and he was glad he waited everlastingly to be with you right now, in this moment. He will treasure it forever in his heart.

The weeks passed by and Seungmin and you got to finish the project, a perfect chronological detailed poster that contained every important event through history. Your presentation was to say the least the best one among all your classmates even Lee Minho's and Han Jisung's was not even half as good as yours. Your grade boosted quickly with that perfect score.

And you had to give most of the credit to Seungmin he provided most of the facts you were utterly impressed at his range of understanding history so well. It was as he knew better than all those books you spent hours reading. You called him a true intellectual.

The things with Seungmin changed after the project. You could say you got closer to him than to any other person.

Your friendship with him began to shift towards a completely different direction the morning he came early holding a white rose, on its stem a little note wrapped around it.

He still remembers the blush that covered all your face when he handed it to you. You were truly speechless. You almost cried at the middle of the classroom due to the poem he had handwritten for you.

" Your fragrance just as sweet as the one the roses give off when they're cover in dew

Blissful sight at the sunshine caressing your filaments

You're the flower I carefully picked out from the field

The only untarnished one

You natural beauty worthy of being preserved

I’ll water your roots everyday just tell me you’ll stay with me even if the rain overflows our pot "

From that day onwards. He gifted you a white rose every single day and you never knew why. But you loved it so much. You made a bouquet with all of them and kept them safe in a vessel displayed as a centerpiece on your kitchen table.

He truly believed white represented your purity

It was a shame he had to stain your soul

That he tinted the petals scarlet.

It was dark outside on a night where the ‘blood’ moon eclipse appeared in the skies. And in the shadows there was something that challenged Seungmin's own instinct.

It was part of his nature.

How he was able to smell the candid scent of your blood despite the distance

It was endearing almost hypnotizing for him.

A battle for self control.

Where he wanted to paint white roses with the deepest red.

Seungmin called you during midnight you answered without hesitation as his name appeared brightening your phone screen.

Heaving breathing's was all you were able to hear through the other line.

“Min is everything okay? Why are you out of breath I'm getting worried” it was unusual for him to call you at this hour, your heartbeats began to increase at his response. “Can we meet now? I'm on my way to your apartment” His voice was low. You never heard seungmin talk like that with such desperation. It sent shivers down your spine.

“Of course but tell me did you got in so kind of trouble” You asked with a preoccupied tone.

“I'll explain everything to you once I get there” He said hanging up immediately.

He was scared at the mere thought of you finding out

He wouldn't be able to handle the terrifying look on your face at the sight of his fangs.

He always lived with ease in between humans

He had adapted himself into their characters creating the perfect facade. He did it all for you.

Going back to this college life was definitely not his style but you made him stay. Life finally made sense the moment he saw you and now he had to reveal his true identity because you didn’t deserved to be lied to. No matter the outcome. He would have to face it.

When he reached you apartment his pale face was almost translucent. He gathered all his courage to knock on your door.

You rushed rapidly opening the door; with worry eating you inside. The first thing you noticed was how dark his eyes were, his pupils were almost completely dilated.

You quickly wrapped him into a hug. You didn’t knew what was going on but you were here for him regardless. You were always going to be there.

“Let's take a walk” He said out of nowhere. Intertwining his hand with yours and leading you outside.

It was dark and the moon was shining brighter than ever before. You walked through the streets without certain direction just enjoying each other’s presence.

Your reassuring smile seemed to calmed Seungmin down.

“I have something to say to you, but before I do you need to know that I like you, that I've been in love with you since I first saw you and that what I'm about to say doesn't change a thing” He said stopping your tracks, your face almost collapsing into his chest. You were standing face to face with him.

“I like you too seungmin... “ You couldn't think properly because there was something else behind it, something that could change your feelings towards him. The true reason behind his so blunt sudden confession.

You knew Seungmin. He wasn't the type that seeks for trouble that's why you just couldn't wrap your head around what exactly was he hiding from you.

“I- I am a vampire” He stared at you with bloodshot eyes while letting his fangs slowly come down his teeth. He lowered his head frightened at your reaction.

You were in a state of shock. Rubbing your eyes multiple times at the sight in front of you because it was truly unbelievable.

You had to regain your posture before speaking again. You were experiencing a difficulty at making your words exist your mouth.

“That doesn't change anything seungmin, I might be going crazy, Fuck. You just said a vampire. I love you nonetheless because I fell for Kim Seungmin. I don't care if you are a vampire, a demon, a demigod, I'm in love with you because you are you. And now that you know that I reciprocate your feelings something tells me this comes at a higher price” You said breathless.

“It does Y/N we cant be together I have instincts that can't be controlled... it's getting harder everyday not wanting to you know” Not even able to finish his own sentence because it was embarrassing enough.

“Bite me?” You said lifting his chin from the ground “look at me... Min you want to bite my neck?” You asked straightforward.

“Yes” He said in an inaudible tone.

“What does that mean, what happened if you actually do it, do the things I read from the article are actually true” You asked biting your own bottom lip until you savored the metal flavor of your own blood. The one seungmin desired to have a taste from.

“No Y/N. I could never do that you. You are just too beautiful and flawless you don't deserve to get ruined by me”

“Stop treating me like I can't take my own decisions seungmin I know exactly what I want” You snapped back at him.

“You don't know what you are talking about is way more than just transforming you'll have to serve to the underworld in perpetuity”

“You have been alone long enough seungmin let me stay by your side. I want to immortalize this love

And be with you for the rest of the eternity”

“Just bite me seungmin I beg you” you implore to him, decisively pleading eyes.

You wanted this like you never wanted something else more in your whole entire life.

That’s all it took for Seungmin’s body to wash over lust. He places his mouth in between the crock of your neck trailing soft teasing kisses along the way. Right until he found that sweet perfect spot. The one that drove you completely insane.

You let out an agonizing scream. Filled with both pain and pleasure at the same time, when his teeth was incrusted without a warning sign tugging at your sensitive skin. He savored every single drop of blood that instantly began to drip from the laceration down your neck.

You began to convulse. Your body shaking and veins popping out from your skin. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head almost unconsciously.

Your soul transforming into pure immorality and immortality. Reaching an inexplicable climax that threw you over the edge. An overwhelming feeling that carried iniquitous power.

When you came back still too fragile to stand with your own feet. You were no longer a human being. Your fangs and sinful eyes and ghostly complexion gave out for finalizing the end of your transition.

Seungmin carried you in his back. You were now forever his. While he took you back to the apartment you dared to ask him something that had been lingering on your mind.

“So all your friends are vampires as well” You said intrigued.

“ Yes all of them” He said clearly laughing at your weird unexpected question.

“Even Jeongin!?” You couldn’t believe the cutest student could possible be a vampire.

“ Even Jeongin” He responded making you gasp in a shocking manner.

“ How... He’s like the most adorable thing on earth I don’t understand” you said whispering in disbelief.

“You mean on hell he’s good at pretending but that kid is nothing but pure evil”

Kissing your forehead and whipping your sweat, you looked exhausted but yet still beautiful as always. He laid you down on your bed. Playing with your hair. He would take care of you as he promised with all those flowers he once gave you.

That were no longer white but crimson roses.

#I totally got carried away with this one #stray kids imagines #stray kids vampire au #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids school au #stray kids au #kim seungmin #hwang hyunjin #lee minho #bang chan #yang jeongin #kim woojin #lee felix #han jisung #seo changbin #stray kids blurbs #stray kids scenarios #stray kids

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mylovelysanshine · 4 years

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home; choi san ft. jung wooyoung

summary:

"as long as you are happy, as long as she is happy, my heart will be at ease. no matter how hurt it is." in which choi san, who is in love with you, is willing to give up his desire to confess to you for his best friend who has feelings for you. but does he knows what are your true feelings? no.

a love triangle between you, san and wooyoung

g: angst, fluff, romance

w!: cursing of words and thats all ig, please tell me if there's something that triggered you!

a/n: this was requested by @iis4d ! i still remember your request hehe but sorry for taking this so long omg:( i hope you and my fellow atiny readers will like it!!! sorry if there's any errors in this writing,,,,:( but anyways enjoy!:D

for god's sake, san. can you at least becareful?!

oh come on, y/n! i wont die or something!

yes, san! you will die if you arent careful around anjanath!

you're at san's house, looking or mostly judging at how he plays the new game that he just brought from the game store near his house; monster hunter world. you're a fan of that game, truly in love with the series and how beautifully the graphic is but seeing how your best friend plays makes you want to smash your head onto the wall.

damn it! san shouted, flipping his controller when his character fainted for the first time

you facepalmed, massaging your temple while looking at the screen and at him i told you so

san glared at you and you giggled, eyes furrowing as his lips pouting which makes him look so adorable, having the urge to kiss him but you shook the thought off.

as if you have played this game before! he whined

uh yes i do, idiot! im hunter rank 250, okay! do no underestimate me! you said, smacking his arm lightly

it was true that you're a hunter rank 250 while he is just hunter rank 10, he have seen you played the game before and he wanted to try it too. probably because he wants to be on the same level as you so he could play together with you or he wants to play together with you. san couldnt think of things to backfire you over the game that you were good in it so he gave up and crossed his arms in defeat.

you laughed loudly, laughing because of how adorable san is. oh dont be mad~ you cooed, going down from the sofa to the floor, just to hug your best friend. you wrapped your arms and legs around his waist like a koala, placing your chin on his shoulder. is my sannie mad?? you asked, pouting cutely at him. san blushed, his face turning into a tomato. he didnt say anything which makes you truly believed that he was upset.

you frowned i really diㅡ AHHH

then, san headlocks you, making your body fall onto his lap as he messes up your hair with his free hand. being a competitive person you are, your hands went to his neck, trying to choke him. he let go of you, hands going to yours as he tries to break your grip off him which is an opportunity to run from san.

yaa!! y/n!!! you heard him scream as you went upstairs. you stopped for a moment, looking for rooms to hide until your eyes landed on his room, you ran when you heard his footsteps coming closer. you're not a fast runner but you passed your p.e tests last semester which was the day you're actually proud of. too bad san was faster than you when you tried to close and lock his door. both of you were pushing the door, one trying to open while another is trying to close until san pushed the door with his full strength, making you scream in horror as he grabs your arm.

you tried to run, trying to escape from his grip until your feet slipped ㅡdamn these socks ㅡmaking you fall onto the ground along with san. like a typical korean romance drama, the male character is ontop of the female character, staring into eachother's soul as the male got closer, eyes looking at you and to your lips until a knock distrupt your story.

san!!!! open the door!!!! it was wooyoung's voice screaming outside his house. both of you got up, scurried into different places; you in the living room while he takes the door. you were blushing mess, hair in a mess and your heart too

but you're not alone.

san opens the door, revealing wooyoung who was annoyed. what took you so long?! i've been waiting for you for the past five minutes!!

goddamn, woo. its not like you're going to die or somethingㅡ

yes i willㅡ oh! y/n!! wooyoung ran up to you, jumping at you, making you scream at how heavy he is as he hugs you. didnt know you are here! he exclaims, showing a bright smile.

well now you do, woo so can you please get off meㅡ you said, trying to breathe with the male body ontop of you. wooyoung giggled, apologising to you as he gets off before looking at the tv screen. isnt...that monster hunter world?

yeah? and what about it? san asked, sitting down on the floor beside you as you're on the couch. im playing that game too! hunter rank 10, just started playing it though wooyoung replied, turning his head to you how about you, y/n? have you played this game before?

you smiled at him hunter rank 250

wooyoung's eyes widened in surprise, body turning at your direction 250?! damn you crazy!

might be, i guess you shrugged as san continues to play his game

what's your weapon of your choice, san? wooyoung asked out of curiousity, looking at the screen that is currently loading the files of the game

dual blades san replied

and you, y/n?

insect glaive

wooyoung nodded at the information that was given to him thats cool! mine is dual blades too!

you raise your eyebrows really? would love to see the both you play together, probably the best duo with dual blades in this game you said, smiling at him before focusing on the screen, observing how san plays.

wooyoung pouted as he looks at you focusing on the tv instead of him, no ideas to have your attention on him and only him.

having san and wooyoung as your best friends can be a pain in the ass sometimes but having them in your life makes it fun and enjoyable, and you love the both of them equally. as you're walking your way to your classroom, a familiar voice was heard screaming your name. not to mention that you're in the hallway with people walking by.

wooyoung, its early in the morning. why are you screaming?! you hissed in annoyance, redness shown on your face. wooyoung smiled cheekily, giggling a little. i just wanted to say good morning to you~ he said, taking your hand and swinging it side to side. you massaged your temple with your free hand, sighing as you shook your head a little. good morning, woo. you're lucky that i love you you muttered, making wooyoung's eyes beams in happiness

then, the school bell rang, indicating that the first lesson has started. you widened your eyes, remembering that your first lesson is with ms chou, the teacher who is always coming for your ass. wooyoung, i need to go! ms chou will come at me if im late! see you later, bye bye! you said hurridly, releasing your hand from his and started running as if your life is at risk before he could stopped you.

wooyoung watches you from afar, your figure slowly disappearing from his sight. he sighs, shoulders going up and down before shaking his head, starting to walk his way to his class.

you slammed the door opened, seeing some of your classmates sitting on their seats, minding their own business. then your eyes trails to the teacher's desk, not seeing ms chou on present yet before landing your eyes on him. choi san. you took a sharp breathe, your lungs tightened automatically as your heart started to beat very fast. he was reading a book, probably a harry potter book and he looks peaceful, like an angel. unfortunately for your heart, the sun was shining against his skin, the light bouncing off from his skin, making him look ethereal. your head started to get dizzy as your legs dragged you to your table next to him without realising.

y/n? you snapped your eyes from wherever you were looking from to him.

y-yes? you managed to speak, despite having a lump in your throat before sitting down on your seat.

you look pale he said, closing his book shut before focusing on you are you sick?

h-huh before you could continue, he placed the back of his hand onto your forehead, trying to feel any heat. you watched every expressions he made, his eyebrows furrowing as he squinted his eyes with his nose scrunching and his cherry lips pouting. his lips. you have never been wanting to kiss his lips right now, how you want to taste his lips, how you want to claim his lips yours. then you caught his eyes, he's staring at you.

you didnt know why you're being like this after the incident that happened at san's house from a few days ago. you do have a little crush on san before but now, it seems like your crush on him is getting bigger and bigger. you hated it, hated to have feelings on your bestfriend that will most probably reject you.

y/n? san calls your name softly, snapping out from your daydream. you realised that san's face are close to yours, his nose ghosting onto yours but before you two took a step forward, the door slammed open.

sorry kids, ms chou was late!

oh what a deja vu..

after school has ended, you slowly pack your stuffs as your classmates made their way out from the classroom. you sighed, too caught up with the thought of san. before this situations between you and san happen, your other best friend, gahyeon, told you that san likes you but you didnt believe her in one bit despite having a close friendship with her for 3 years. you dont believe the boy that has been with you ever since you were out of your mother's womb would like you, there's alot of thirsty girls eyeing him since young and you bet that there will be or is a girl that would or has caught his eye

and that girl would not be you.

exiting the classroom and the school, you straightaway went to the library, wanting to clear your mind off by writing or probably reading a book or both.

san was making his way back home from school, too caught up with the thought of you. ever since that incident happened at his house, things became awkward between the both of you. how the both of you didnt greet eachother as used to, hugging eachother or any skinship between you two. especially this morning, how the both of you were so close enough to almost kiss eachother but that didnt happen even though he wants it to happen. he shook his head, shaking those thoughts away.

why would you like him? for someone who he thought is not handsome as wooyoung. he thought you would like wooyoung than him, and how he thought that you would choose other guys than him.

wooyoung, on the other hand, was thinking on how to confess his love to you. too stressed on his plan, wooyoung called san through his phone.

hey san? i need your help.

what do you need? san asked, throwing wooyoung a packet of chips before sitting the opposite of where wooyoung sits.

you know yunho is going to throw a huge party this friday, right? and how even everyone in our school is invited, right?

san furrowed his eyebrows, nodding his head a little, confused where wooyoung is going. ...yeah?

well, im going to plan to confess y/n on that day! san stops eating his chips as wooyoung continues but i dont know how to confess to her..

wooyoung pouts, clasping his hands together into a ball help me, san! i cant think of anything...and you know alot about her more than i do!

well that's because im in love with her, woo he thought to himself before giving him a painful smile as he feels his heart drop at the thought of you and wooyoung together instead of him.

i will help

wooyoung's eyes beams in happiness really?!

san tries to keep his smile, nodding his head yes, of course, you're my best friend afterall.

wooyoung then hugs san tightly, showing how appreciative he is to san. thank you, san!

you're welcome, woo he said, trying to control his tears as he hugs him back

as long as you're happy, as long as she is happy, my heart will be at ease. no matter how hurt it is.

friday came by and you are sitting on the bench at the school garden with gahyeon who is playing games on her phone. too caught up reading your book, gahyeon spoke up.

hey, are you ready for tonight's party?

you lowered your book down a little, looking at gahyeon with a confused look.

there's a party tonight?

gahyeon rolled her eyes and face palmed yes, you forgetful idiot. remember yunho? that tall adorable looking puppy guy? he invites the whole school to his party, since his parents are out of town for the whole month.

okay, so? you asked, confused. you rarely go to parties because it drains your energy since there will be alot of people there and you're scared that anything might happened to you if you're drunk since males nowadays are just horny piece of shits who cant keep their dicks in their pants and does not know the meaning of consent. you're glad that gahyeon doesnt go to parties alot, though mostly the parties she goes to is her family business party.

so how about we go? gahyeon beams school has been a pain in the ass ever since the exam schedule came out so how about we go there to release our stress out?

and get drunk? yeah no

oh come on! just this once, y/n! and never again! gahyeon begs, giving you that puppy face that you couldnt resist whenever she wants or do something.

you groaned, closing your book, throwing your head back a little as you know you lost due to her cuteness. i mean, who would ignore gahyeon's adorable face?

..fine

day passed by quickly as you and gahyeon are getting ready for the party. since you dont have alot of fancy dresses to wear, you wore an off shoulder purple lace dress that your mom brought for you for your birthday. its not that tight or short for you and you are grateful for this dress to be yours, your mom has a better understanding of fashion and you than yourself. you look at the reflection of the mirror, looking at gahyeon who is stressing herself on which dress to choose for the party.

goddamn, gahyeon. is it that hard to choose a dress?

gahyeon glared at you yes it is, y/n! if you own alot of clothes, you would feel the sane way as me!

i do and all of them are comfortable and simple so i dont have a hard time choosing unlike you

ugh, whatever! you know what? im just going to choose this dress! she rummaged through her closet and picked out a short sleeveless red dress that have some pretty design but you dont care, you actually care if san is going to the party or not.

god, do you think y/n would come? wooyoung asked loudly as the music in yunho's house was blasting, bouncing up and down as he was nervous.

san chuckles, looking at his friend as he feels his heart stings. he was hoping for you not to come because he doesnt want to see you be with wooyoung but at the same he hopes to see you come, to see wooyoung confessing his love to you and you would accept it and see the both of you happy because you would choose other guys than him and to san, that's the truth.

i dont know, woo but i know she will he said, trying to comfort his friend with his best even if he feels worse.

then, you stepped into the house with your friend and san saw you from afar since both san and wooyoung is at the drinking section which is kinda far from the doorstep, along with people who is covering his sight from you as they are dancing in the area that he is in. but he indeed saw you and well, he's in awe on how beautiful you look and he realised that he's falling deeper in love with you. he swallowed hard, looking away as he closed his eyes. he cant be doing this right now, his friend likes you and he doesnt want to ruin this opportunity for wooyoung but yet, here he is ruining his own opportunity. he opened his eyes, to see if you werent there but you are still there, looking at him back. he took a sharp breathe before nudging wooyoung at the side.

she's here

wooyoung looks around, trying to find you in the crowded area where? where?

she's coming to our way with gahyeon so get ready, lover boy san said, giving him a smirk as both you and gahyeon walked to their direction

san!! wooyoung!! you called, releasing your hand from gahyeon and hug both of the boys as they hug you back. both of you look amazing, i wonder if there's any chicks hitting their shots at the both of you? you asked cheekily

wooyoung laughed, holding your hand nah, they dont caught my eyes like you do

you blushed, laughing a little thank you for the compliment, wooyoung. much appreciated

okay okay! anyways, boys. me and y/n are going to meet our girlfriends so if you could step away please! gahyeon said, cutting off from whatever wooyoung is trying to do. she glares at san we will get back at you later so tata! she continues with full of sass, gahyeon then takes your hand and pulls you away from the both of them.

damn, i was about to ask her to dance with me! i swear gahyeon loves to interrupt my opportunity! wooyoung gritted his teeth, feeling frustrated.

calm down, woo! they just came, let them have fun a little, will you? san said, calming his friend down.

yeah yeah, whatever. im going to find seonghwa for some advice and the rose, see you later with my future girlfriend! wooyoung jokes and pats his back before leaving him alone, finding his older friend.

san stood there alone, looking down on the floor as his heart breaks into pieces.

you sat on the couch with gahyeon, talking with her friends on how males can such be a pain in the ass. too caught up with the conversation, you saw one of her friends look up. you look at the direction she was looking at and you saw wooyoung standing infront of you. the conversation between the eight of you stops and all eyes look at wooyoung instead, confused on why he is here.

woo?

uh, y/n? can i talk to you for a moment? wooyoung asked nervously, looking down.

you looked at gahyeon's friends and gahyeon, who looks a little dark at the sight of wooyoung. you apologised to the seven of them before going up to wooyoung. without saying anything, wooyoung grabs your hand and pull you to wherever he wants you to go.

as gahyeon saw you being pulled by wooyoung, she sighs before standing up, making her friends look at her with confusion written all over their faces.

im going to talk to someone

san was sitting on the staircase, thinking about you as he drinks whatever liquid he was drinking, not caring much about his well being.

choi san he heard gahyeon's voice what the fuck?

what?

what the fuck are you doing, san? arent you supposed to confess to her? and not wooyoung? didnt you told me you like her? gahyeon asked angrily, standing infront of them with her arms crossed. he looks up and all gahyeon saw is sadness in his eyes, she couldnt help but feel pity for him

why? she asked softly

because i want wooyoung to be happy, i want y/n to be happy he confessed as tears builds up in his eyes i know she wont choose me

why? she asked again, but in a harsher tone

because i know, gahyeon. i knoㅡ

gahyeon cut him off, her fist hitting on the railing hard, not caring if it hurts are you some fucking fortune teller or something? do you know if she even likes you? san, you wont know anything if you dont take a step forward! she screams, angry at how stupid san is, how stupid his mindset is.

san didnt react at her ourburst but instead, he just stood up and walk pass her, walking towards the door.

choi san! gahyeon screams in anger as he exited from yunho's house.

what is it, wooyoung? you finally asked after he drags you into a garden, dragging you away from the noisy house. you see him breathing deeply with his shoulders going up and down before looking at you.

i-i like you, y/n he confessed, making your eyes widen in surprise. i really do like you, y/n. ever since i met you through san, i couldnt help but developed a liking towards you and i hope that you will accept me he ends off with a rose in his hands. you look at him, his eyes full of hope and you couldnt help but to think of san. no matter how much you want to stop thinking about him, the thought of san will always comes back and if you were to accept wooyoung's confession, it would be toxic for the both of you as you will still keep thinking about him and not wooyoung. though, you are thankful of him being your best friend but you have never thought of a new level between you and wooyoung. only san. choi san.

san, san, san, sanㅡ

im sorry you gasped for air, being to pressured with wooyoung's confession and the thought of san as tears starting to build up in your eyes. imㅡ im so sorry, wooyoung you apologised as you look at him im sorry

the hope in his eyes has faded as he lowers his hands down. it was quiet for a moment before he speaks up

..why?

san. choi san.

you were trying to find a way to answer but you couldnt, the lump in your throat was getting bigger and giving you a hard time to answer

is it because of san?

you paused, looking down before nodding y-yeah...

wooyoung chuckles sadly what a lucky guy he is. no matter how much i try, you will choose him either way

you look up, giving him an apologetic look but wooyoung gives you a smile. not the normal bright smile he used to give but an encouraging one

go and confess to him, y/n he said

you blinked, confused at what he was talking about.

looking at your confused face, he rolls his eyes and sighs go and confess to san, y/n before giving you the rose he is holding go

b-butㅡ

y/n, you better hurry up before i cry wooyoung said, his tears starting to spill as he pushes you out from the garden into yunho's house and before you could say anything, wooyoung slammed the door infront of you.

you gulped and look at the flower you are holding

confess to san

you breathe in and out, nodding your head and went to find san. you looked around the house, trying to him but instead you saw gahyeon walking to your direction

gahyeon! you called out, running to her where's san?

she looks surprised san? i dont know, why?

you hesitated, trying to find a way to answer her question ....i...im going to confess to him

y-you're going to confess to san?? i thought wooyoung confessedㅡ

can we talk about wooyoung later? i want to find san first you cut her off, desperation was heard in your voice

gahyeon's face softens, giving you an apologetic look as she holds your hand im sorry, love but i dont know where he went...but you know where he always goes to

you gave her a confused look as you try to think hard about the place san would always go and it hit you

the park

san stares at the night sky, seeing the stars shining in the dark as his tears rolls down on his cheeks. he's wondering how's wooyoung's confession goes, did you accept? or did you reject? he wonders if he ever get the chance to confess to you but he knows he doesnㅡ

san! his thoughts were cut off by your voice but he didnt believe that its yours, he thought he was dreaming

san! your voice got nearer and nearer choi san!

he whips his head to the side and saw you, panting really hard with your hair in a mess. he looks down, your hand holding a rose and the other holding your heels

wait, the roseㅡ

ㅡi love you, choi san!

san frozed on his spot, his mind went blank as he heard the words he was hoping to hear from you but he couldnt believe that he is hearing those words from you

you pant heavily, lifting the rose in your hand as you drop your heels

yes, i love you, san. i really do! you repeat your words, in case san wouldnt believe in you or he might be deaf. i love you, san

san lift his hand and point to himself m-me? you love me?? and you nod why, y/n? i thought you would like woo but me? why me? i thougㅡ

his words were cut off by your kiss, you were too fed up with his rambling that you decided to kiss him, to show that you are truly in love with him. in love with san. he automatically kisses you back, his hands cupping your cheeks as he deepens his kiss, finally giving you the love he keeps for you for a long time. you broke the kiss first, trying to breathe and so is he. san looks at you with love in his eyes as he placed his forehead on yours with his hands on your waist. the rose you were holding was no longer in your hands as it falls onto the ground with your heels when you kissed san.

it was silent for a moment, it wasnt any awkward silence but rather a comfortable one. you know.. you started to speak i realised that after wooyoung confessed to me, i didnt feel right.

san raised his eyebrow, urging you to continue

i didnt feel like im at home, you know? i dont feel like me whenever im around him but i do whenever im around you. i realised that i've been loving you hard ever since you protected me from those bullies though i thought it would be a small crush but it wasnt and whats their name again? was it kahi? sarah? whatever.

ㅡyou make me feel at ease when i have a storm in my mind everyday, you were there for me even if i never asked you to and you make me feel im at home when im with you you said, caressing his cheeks as you peck his lips, before looking at him in the eye with full of love.

you are my home, san.

a/n 2: and thats it!!!!!! i kinda like this but at the same time no jshdhsjsjdh also i think i have improved my english alot! but if there are still any errors in this writing, im so sorry! please give feedbacks on how i can improve! thank you!! xoxo

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honeyvoicehwang · 4 years

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Stupid

pairing: famous!jisung/non famous!minho, famous!jisung/famous!changbin

ship: minsung, changsung

genre: ANGST, sad, bitter

plot: jisung and minho broke up and minho isn’t over it yet. based on the song Stupid by Brendan Maclean

word count: 4,964

warnings: implied/referenced alcohol abuse, lots of crying, insults, language

also posted on my ao3, InsecurelyPerfect (link in bio)

He slams the glass down on the wooden counter top. The beat pumps through his ears. It makes him shudder. Coming here was a mistake, he thinks. He knew what he would see, yet he still came, and he's never regretted it more.

It’s been five months since Han Jisung tore the heart out of Lee Minho and stomped on it in front of Jisung's friends, and Minho (apparently) still isn't over the breakup. It has been the worst breakup he's ever experienced in his life.

"If you weren't so stupid, I could have loved you..."

Jisung didn't like to admit defeat. It was one of the things that made Minho fall head over heels in love with the younger boy. The way he got so into it when he played video games or how competitive he got when they were racing or biking or working out together. He loved the way that Jisung got so into the music he was writing or producing or performing. Hell, it was how he'd met the boy.

One of Minho's friends was good friends with some guy in an underground rap group called 3Sauce or something? (Later he learned it was 3RACHA.) He didn't really want to go, but he promised the friend he wouldn't make him go alone.

He wasn't really into any of the acts, but when Seungmin's friend's group got on the stage, Seungmin nearly ripped his arm off, screaming bloody murder about how that was his friend up there on the stage.

Minho rolled his eyes at first, it was just a rap group. He didn't really see the appeal.

That was until the youngest of the three started jumping about, his eyes lit so brightly that Minho could see it from where he was standing fifteen feet away. His light brown hair moving perfectly as he jumped and crouched, spitting raps faster than he'd ever heard (until he heard Changbin, but that was a different story), changing the flow every so often.

It was then that Minho knew he was fucked.

As soon as he wanted to learn his name, his personality, his favorite food, color, scent, he knew it was all over. He practically had to grovel at Seungmin's feet to get him to take Minho backstage to meet them. "I thought you said this was stupid?" he teased. "I wonder what changed your mind."

It was all too obvious that he knew what changed Minho's mind and it was just an attempt to get him to admit it, but he wasn't sure that it would work. No way it would. And it didn't, but Seungmin did eventually agree to take him backstage.

Minho could barely contain his excitement when he saw the soft, doe-eyed boy staring at him and smiling while Seungmin talked to Chan and Changbin.

Jisung. His name was Jisung.

"And if you weren't so stupid, but you're pretty stupid..."

Getting to know Jisung felt like it could have been an Olympic sport in and of itself. He had so much energy and the ability to be really loud and it honestly kind of scared Minho a little bit.

But seeing Jisung hyper also meant that he was comfortable with Minho, and that was all he'd wanted. The boy was so much more chaotic and a little stupider than he could have realized, but the way he rapped... he was just so passionate and that was what had drawn Minho in, to begin with.

He didn't mind putting up with Jisung's stupid questions or random thoughts at four in the morning when he couldn't focus on the rap he was trying to write at that given moment.

It all just made Jisung that much more endearing to Minho.

It was around then that he felt himself falling harder.

"And if you weren't so busy, I could have loved you..."

Minho had known it would be hard.

Jisung was going on tour soon, after all. He would be traveling, leaving Minho alone in Korea, different time zones, and performing. He would be pouring all of his energy into the concerts and shows, he wouldn't always see Minho's texts.

Minho knew that. He tried to reason with himself that it was what Jisung loved to do so he should be supportive, and he really wanted to be, but he couldn't help but feel the slightest bit upset when the texts got slower and slower.

It started with them texting all plane ride, to hours between poorly timed texts, to missed good night messages with a kissy face in the morning, to missed morning texts as well, to broken FaceTime promises, to not talking for two weeks. Minho would be lying if he said it didn't crush his soul a little bit every time Jisung didn't even read one of his messages. He tried to tell himself that Jisung was busy doing what he loved, but that didn't make it easier.

Especially since their relationship was so new. They'd known each other for several months, and Jisung had asked Minho to be his boyfriend one drunken night during karaoke three weeks before he left for tour.

They'd talked about it the following morning. After three hours of soft kisses and tears, they'd agree that they would both try their hardest and knew that it would be a strain. In the end, Minho agreed, just to kiss his boyfriend once more before pulling him back down to cuddle.

It was hard to keep away the thoughts telling himself that if he'd just waited it would have been easier for both of them. He couldn't do that. It wasn't fair. Not to Jisung, not to himself.

He felt like a jerk.

Minho threw his phone on his bed, rubbing his face with exhaustion.

"But you work in an office... and you've got other offers..."

His jealousy wasn't valid. It was misplaced and he just missed Jisung. He wanted to be the first person that Jisung had wanted to see when they got back, but the next day, he was already back in the studio, texting Minho videos of him and Changbin goofing off together.

He tried to push it away, but the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach was persistent, refusing to give way, only showing that it was going to get worse.

having fun? he'd asked, hoping that he didn't sound too bitter through his text.

Jisung didn't respond until three hours later, which ended up just being a Snapchat that Chan had sent of Changbin pretending to ask Jisung out and the two of them doing some sort of star crossed lovers skit.

looks like fun...

No response. The jealousy got worse.

Their relationship was so new, barely had its training wheels, yet it was already starting to fall apart, and there was nothing that Minho could do. He had no right to feel the way he did.

Jisung had been friends with them for much longer than he'd known Minho. He was allowed to joke around with his friends.

But Minho couldn't help but shake the feeling that it was a joke that wasn't entirely mutual.

"Tell me what is his name now, what is his name?"

His eyes slide over to the stage, where he can see Changbin spitting rap into Jisung's face, and though the rap sounds intense -- he wasn't listening to the lyrics -- Jisung had a stupid grin on his face, looking entirely unbothered.

Minho groans, allowing his head to fall onto the countertop, trying to avoid the sticky puddle of alcohol next to him. If he were, to be honest, he would admit that he feels just as stupid as the shit Jisung would text him when he missed him for not being more worried about Changbin when Jisung started pulling away.

He wonders why he didn't worry more, and if he had, would anything be different? Or would he just have lost Jisung sooner?

He looks away, unable to think about Jisung smiling at Changbin how he used to smile at Minho.

"I'm excited to hear the news. Tell me what is his name now, but what does that say about you?"

All he can bring himself to do is to pretend. Act like then when Seungmin drags him to Chan's house the following night that he's happy for Jisung and Changbin when they announce their relationship.

A jealous fire burns the lining of his stomach. Where did I go wrong?

Despite everything that's happened, Minho still can't help but blame himself for everything that went wrong. He knows deep down that it was a mix of the two of them, Jisung not putting in the effort and Minho's jealousy, but he still can't shake the guilt that he was mostly the reason they split.

Minho sips the beer Seungmin passed him fervently, barely giving anyone else a second look. He focuses his gaze on a spot in the corner of the room, unable to do anything without getting irrationally angry.

The most he can do is half-ass a smile when anyone tries to get his attention and nod once before returning to his zombie-like state.

"But let's not be friends, or else this will never end..."

No matter how hard Minho tries not to think about that night, he still ends up curling against the extra pillow he never got rid of, pretending he was smelling Jisung's freshly shampooed hair, rather than a pillow he'd never bothered to wash. It was a miracle that his tears hadn't washed the scent of his ex-boyfriend away yet.

Jisung stood in front of him, shoes pointed to where they were facing each other, something they never did unless he was nervous. Minho wondered what could be bothering him so much.

There wasn't much that could ever get to Jisung, at least, not that he let show, but they'd been together for four years. Whether he liked it or not, Minho knew all of Jisung's tells.

"Baby," Minho said quietly, reaching his hand out to run it down Jisung's arm lovingly. "What's wrong?"

Jisung gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing, tears pooling in his eyes. "Uh, I, um," he choked as a sob escaped his mouth, "I think - I think we should, uh, maybe take a break?"

That was the last thing that Minho had ever wanted to hear from the one person that he loved more than his childhood pets. He felt his breath catch in his throat. No, this can't be happening. NO, NO, NO, I am not losing him, no, this is just a dream.

"M-Minho?"

Minho refocused his gaze on Jisung. "W-what?"

Jisung pulled out of Minho's touch. Minho felt his fingers grow cold. "I don't--I don't know. I just... need some time..."

"Was it..." Minho licked his lips, "was it something I did?"

Jisung's eyes widened. "No, I just... everything's getting to be really hard for me and I just kind of need to take some time away from everything... in-including you," he mumbled. He looked back up at Minho. "We... we can still be friends?"

Minho smiles tight-lipped and tries not to cry. He should have pushed Jisung's hand away, told him that he didn't want to, that he didn't think it would be a good idea.

Instead, he extended his hand and quietly said, "sure."

"Let's not be friends. For sure, for sure..."

Time was supposed to heal all wounds, right? That was the saying?

For Minho, it seemed to be more that it was making everything worse. Seeing Jisung slowly get closer and closer to Changbin from afar, while he wasn't allowed to hold his hand or press a gentle kiss on his cheek and remind everyone that he was Minho's. Couldn't protect him or listen to his heartbeat to fall asleep anymore and it just about tore Minho in half.

That feeling never went away. Six months later and he sees Jisung and Changbin sneaking kisses behind the stage, out of sight of everyone who doesn't know that you can see them from the right angle.

He shakes his head. He's supposed to be supporting them. He and Jisung are still friends, after all, he thinks mockingly. Friends. That word taunts him. Puts up a barrier between him and the love of his life.

He watches them exchange one more kiss before coming out and leaves the bar before any of them catch a glimpse of Minho in the audience.

"And if you weren't so ugly, I could have loved you. It's something I tell myself when I'm down, to get high..."

Jisung had been the most beautiful person Minho had ever seen, he still is. Now that he sees that smile lighting up his face every time he looks at Changbin, and Minho's heart leaps into his throat.

He tries telling himself that Jisung looks like a squirrel. A dirty squirrel, one roaming through the streets that probably had, like, diseases or some shit. Just... fucking anything that he could say to himself to not want to kiss Jisung's full cheeks.

But even that didn't work. No matter how much he tried to think of Jisung as the vilest person he'd ever seen, he always ended up thinking Jisung looked like an angel, and, well, it's because he is one.

It only complicated things every other day.

hey, it's been a while, his text read. can we meet up?

Minho ponders what Jisung could possibly want to talk to him about, but he thinks of seeing Jisung again and quickly agrees.

The wind whips around him as he waits in the park for Jisung to show up. As soon as his eyes land on the boy, he smiles instinctively. He has to bite his tongue so he doesn't say "I love you."

The smile fades when he sees the serious look on Jisung's face. He gulps, balling his fists to keep himself from hugging Jisung. "What, uh, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Jisung shakes his head. "Look, Min, I know that we had a pretty rough break up, but you need to move on. I don't see it, but Changbin's told me that he's uncomfortable with how you're looking at me and wants you to stop."

It’s then that Minho looks over to the parking lot and sees Changbin sitting in the car, playing on his phone, looking up occasionally. When the two of them make eye contact, Minho turns his attention back to Jisung.

"I see." His voice is ice cold and rigid. It's a tone he never used with Jisung. Only the boys that would try to flirt with him after 3RACHA's sets.

He sees the shift in Jisung's eyes as the tone of voice sinks into his brain regurgitating memories he's kept buried for so long.

Then, something snaps inside of him, and the words come tumbling out in an angry rage before he has time to even think about what they are. "You know, I'm not looking at you because I still love you, Sung. Get over yourself. I'm looking at you and wondering how I ever thought someone as ugly as you was beautiful." He pants as the words finish, his chest heaving heavily and his heart aching.

Jisung's attention is immediately shifted towards the ground. "I think we're done here," he says in a rush, turning away from Minho, but not before Minho watched a tear roll down Jisung's perfectly tanned cheek.

As he watches Jisung walk away, he can't move. His body is frozen in place, but he wants nothing more than to chase after Jisung.

No, stop, I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry.

But he's stiff. And Jisung walks back to the car with Changbin already starting the engine. And they tear away, leaving Minho crumbling to the ground, wondering what the fuck just happened.

"If you'd made me a coffee, I could have loved you. And I'd make you hot chocolate, and anything you could have wanted..."

Jisung was the best boyfriend Minho had ever had. They got along so well and Jisung was always doing everything that he could for Minho, without him even asking.

That's why Minho firmly believes that it's his fault they didn't last. He curls up against Jisung's pillow as the show he's watching plays indistinctively in the background. The only light came from the screen of his laptop. The couple in the show do everything for each other, no matter how small and Minho's mind wanders.

He thinks back to the time that Jisung asked him to grab a cup of coffee for him on his way to the studio. Minho had meant to, he really had, but he had gotten too distracted, thinking about giving Jisung the biggest hug that he forgot to stop by the coffee shop.

He tries to pinpoint the moment that things started to go wrong. If he can tell when Jisung started pulling back and stopped texting him so much. He tries to imagine the scenario where he does bring Jisung the coffee and he sees Jisung's eyes light up as he regains the energy he lost from traveling.

He wishes he could turn back the clock and just get that fucking coffee for Jisung. He wants to do anything he can. Everything he never did. Everything he never got the chance to do, and now never will.

He curls into the pillow more, hugging it tighter as tears begin to flow down his cheeks, blurring his vision and soaking the pillow.

Minho stops crying almost abruptly as it had started and sits up. He looks around the room briefly before going to get a glass of soju. He needs it. Something. Anything to take his mind off of the mind-numbing what-if scenarios and all the things he would have done differently if he could. He can't change anything now, so what was the point in thinking about it?

“Tell me who is invited, so fuckin’ delighted to see all the boys you see…”

At the same time that Minho wishes he would stop getting Chan’s invites to hang out after 3RACHA’s sets, he knows that if they really stopped coming, he would have a mental breakdown.

He arrives, already dreading being around the couple. He looks around for anyone that he can take into another room and make out with for a bit. Woojin, Chan, Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin. No, no, no, no. no, no. He doesn’t know any of them aside from Chan and Seungmin well. Just that Chan hangs out with everyone there as often as he can, meaning Jisung also saw them a lot, too.

He wonders why, why out of all of the people knew, why it had to be Changbin.

Minho grabs a second beer, which quickly becomes a third, fourth, fifth. Soon enough Seungmin has Minho flung over his shoulder, shouting an apology to everyone and places Minho in the passengers' seat, grumbling about how he needs to stop coming if he’s just going to get blackout drunk, knowing Minho won’t remember his lecture in the morning.

Minho wakes up the next morning to a post-it note on his bedside table.

Stop coming, you know you don’t want to see them together.

Asprin’s in the kitchen.

x - seungmin

“Tell me why I don’t fight it, what does that say about me?”

Minho wakes up the following morning to weight at the edge of his bed. He lifts his head slightly. Seungmin.

Seungmin is sitting on Minho’s bed, running his hands through Minho’s hair.

“Min, what are you doing?” Minho’s voice is loud and gravelly as he pushes his throat against his pillow. He tries to twist his body to get a better glimpse of Seungmin, but the way Seungmin’s sitting made it difficult for him to do so.

Seungmin continues running his hand through Minho’s hair. “Hyung, I know that you and Jisung hyung had a pretty rough break up, but you need to do what's best for you.”

Minho tries to twist again. Seungmin sits up a little more so that Minho could actually turn around. When Minho is situated and comfortable again, Seungmin goes back to stroking his hair. “I don’t know what you mean, I am doing what’s best for me.”

Seungmin shakes his head. “No, hyung, you’re not. If you really were, you would have stopped talking to Jisung hyung back when you knew that it was still hurting you. I can see that you seeing him with Changbin hyung hurts you. So, please, just do what’s best for you.”

Seungmin’s words ring through Minho’s entire body, stirring an emotion that Minho can’t quite distinguish within his mind. All he really knows is that he’s left with a strong desire to text Jisung.

“And let’s not be friends, otherwise this’ll never end…”

jisung, please. we need to talk about this.

Minho slams his phone on the counter, shattering the screen. He curses himself.

His feet start moving before he knows what he’s really doing. His body moves without control, almost as if it was on autopilot, and had done this hundreds of times before.

He stops in front of the all too familiar white cabinets. He knows what’s behind them even before the scent reaches his nose. It’s pungent, too hard to ignore, to pretend. Minho doesn’t try to stop himself even after the cabinet door is open and he’s faced with sticky glass necks and fallen bottles and begins sipping from the bottle, not even bothering to get a glass to drink from.

It burned as it slipped down his throat.

“Let’s not be friends, for sure, for sure…”

minho... i dont think this is such a good idea…

Minho feels his breath catch in his throat. His eyes burn. He doesn’t even know what time it is and he can’t be bothered to look up and figure it out.

He knows it’s way past midnight, and why Jisung would be texting him this late, he doesn’t even want to think about it. What Jisung got done doing, what he was thinking about. It’s too much for Minho to handle.

He pulls his knees to his chest, trying to calm the buzzing in his head, the alcohol finally kicking in. This couldn’t have been a worse time for this to happen.

Minho isn’t exactly known for making the best decisions while drunk and certainly has a habit of texting the wrong people; Jisung being one of them.

He chokes back a sob as his vision blurs over and his shaking fingers hover over the keys.

yeah, youre right, my bad.

sorry to have bothered you. have a good night.

“We’d adopt… we’d adopt…”

If Minho really thinks about it, he can see the probability of Jisung and him getting married was pretty low, but it didn’t stop Minho from imagining the two of them living together and adopting some pets.

It was something Jisung always used to talk about with such a fondness in his voice, lights sparkling in his eyes, his entire demeanor changing with just a few words. According to him, Jisung had never gotten the chance to grow up with pets around, but he’d always wanted a dog.

Minho was a cat person and had three back at home with his parents, but he figured that he could make that sacrifice for the guy he was kinda falling in love with.

If it meant that he would get to see Jisung’s smile that took up his entire face and showed off all of his teeth, then Minho would give anything to see that.

That night, he had started looking at adoption agencies that had rescues.

“I’d have all the things he’s got, but I’m not. So let’s stop. Pretend that there’ll be a happy end…”

It has been ten months since Minho received the worst text he’d ever gotten.

Since then, he’s stopped going to Chan’s after-parties, however, he still can’t seem to stop himself from going to the bars where they perform. He watched Jisung and Changbin get close. He sees how they kiss when they think no one can see them because he knows where to look.

At this point, Seungmin’s hand on Minho’s shoulder has become somewhat of a coping mechanism for him. It was comforting for Minho to know that his friend is always right there beside him as he lets it all go.

“You know you shouldn’t be here,” he says, his voice non-confrontational. He never is.

It’s too much to know that Jisung has moved on, leaving Minho alone, on read, and defending his broken heart.

Minho bites his tongue and knocks another glass of vodka back, tears brimming his eyes as his mind goes fuzzy.

“Let’s not be friends, for sure (for sure)...”

It’s about two months after the last bar incident that Chan sends another invite to Minho. This time, it’s worded differently. Like there’ll be more than just the usual nine of them. Maybe it’ll give Minho more of a way to avoid Jisung?

He toys with his bottom lip between his teeth, sliding his hands over the paper invitation gently, almost as though it could explode if he touched it wrong. He can’t help but take a second and chuckle to himself. Chan was always so formal, sending out paper in a time of technology where texts are almost faster than light.

He reads the invitation carefully. Eyes sliding over every letter with intent, not wanting to misunderstand anything or read too deep, even though he knows that’s already what he was doing.

House warming. Eight pm. Bring food. A new address.

That definitely seems like he’ll be able to avoid Jisung. Minho’s finally been doing well and starting to move on for himself.

“We’d adopt, we’d have dogs…”

“Just-- keep your eyes closed. I promise you won’t regret it, okay?” Minho laughed, shoving the blindfold into Jisung’s hands. The car was cold, yet warming up, but it would go a whole lot faster if Jisung would just listen to him.

“And how do I know that you aren’t going to kidnap me or bring me to a secondary location?” the younger retorted.

Minho rolled his eyes, “You’ve been watching way too much John Mulaney lately. I swear, I’m going to kill Chan for insisting you improve your English. Now you’re just going to talk to me in John Mulaney quotes and I’m not going to understand anything.”

“Honestly, that kind of seems like a you problem, Hyung,” Jisung said, his signature heart smile plastered all over his face and even Minho’s mind. Minho lightly shoved his shoulder and Jisung finally obliged, putting the blindfold on sloppily. “You really aren’t going to tell me where we’re going are you?”

“Nope,” Minho said, putting the car in gear.

“You’re annoying.”

Minho just hummed, turning the music louder, attempting to cover the sounds of the tires on the gravel road to the rescue shelter. When he finally put the car in park, he turned toward Jisung, who was sat beside him, clueless as ever.

“Okay, you can take the blindfold off now.”

He watched with intent as the blindfold slipped off of Jisung’s eyes and how his face lit up and he couldn’t sit still, bursting when he realized where they were.

“Oh, my God! Are you serious?” Jisung whipped around to face Minho, eyes searching for a hint of a bluff in his boyfriend’s face. To his surprise, there was none.

Minho reached for his smaller hand. “I mean, we live together and you’ve been talking about it forever, I don’t see why we shouldn’t. But I didn’t want to just do it without you, so I figured I’d bring you along and you get to choose the dog you connect with the most.”

Jisung flung himself into Minho’s arms, latching his arms around Minho’s neck, pressing furious kisses wherever he could reach. “Lee Minho, you are the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for.”

“I’d have all the things he’s got, but I’m not.”

Minho squeezes the soju glass in his hand, nearly hard enough to smash, riddled with anxiety and panic as his eyes frantically scan the yard for Chan’s other two members.

He promised Seungmin, Hyunjin, and Chan that he’d be good and not intentionally get into any trouble, and he plans on abiding by that. He wants the Jisung chapter of his life to finally close, be over with, something he can think of fondly and not remember the sleepless nights, drunk nights, or sad nights.

And.. maybe... Just maybe if he can prove to Jisung that he’s worth it, they can have another go at them together?

He can show Jisung that he has everything Changbin has and so much more. That he can do everything that Changbin can do, so why not be with Minho?

He is just about to get up from his spot against the fence and find Jisung, soju in hand, when Jisung walks out of the house, laughing at something.

Speak of the devil, he thinks, almost bitterly. Now’s my chance, when Changbin isn’t around. Except, he spoke too soon because immediately following Jisung is Changbin.

They’re holding hands and Minho is close enough to catch a glimpse of something shiny on Jisung’s hand.

I’ve got everything he has… except for you…

Minho sets his drink on the nearest table and ducks behind some people he’s never seen before, making a quick exit without saying goodbye to anyone.

He’s just about to leave when he turns around and sees Changbin pulling Jisung in for a passionate kiss.

Minho turns away, a tear rolling down his cheek, and not looking back as he walks away from Chan’s house.

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Ruin Me (M)

H.hj

Mafia!au

Warnings: smut, angst, not really much fluff, pain kink, corruption kink, dom!hyunjin, sub!reader Mentions of death, drugs (not much), somebody gets burned by a cigar oops

Word Count: 2.6k

Garrapata.

The corridor was crepuscular and damp; the walls were made of a rough stone and the few light bulbs cast an orange hue and flickered in and out of existence. You leaned up against the rock, struggling to light a cigarette. You finally managed to connect the flame with the tobacco and watched as the white roll sparked to life. Puffs of smoke curled around you as you picked at your nails.

Tocado.

Five cigarettes later, there was finally a sign of someone else. A bright white flashlight ran along the walls and you raised a hand to your eyes as it shone over you. You dropped the blunt—barely a third of it gone—and crushed it under your heel. Your brother, Baekhyun, approached you silently with two younger men following behind him. His hair, just recently dyed a sandy blonde, looked like a flame as the light bounced off it.

His brow raised as he glanced down at the six butts that littered around your feet. He met your bored stare again and then let out a snort. You ignored him as you glanced past to the men with him. One was just barely taller than your brother, his dark brown hair parted down the side. The other was around the same height, his hair a gleaming red.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” he commented, nose wrinkling at the smell that clung to you.

You shrugged. “I didn’t know that you were a gang leader until a couple months ago.”

Mentiroso.

The tall man’s eyebrow raised and his lips quirked into a smirk. He was gorgeous, even in this dim lighting. You could see the outline of a cross that hung from his ear and the sparkles of many other piercings. He wasn’t buff—more tall and lean—but the outline of a gun that hid under his shirt was enough to have you shivering.

You and your brother didn’t share anymore words as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and guided you down tunnel. You silently counted every time your boot splashed into a puddle or when a drop of frigid water fell onto you. Baekhyun had refused to meet you outside in broad daylight. He’d given you an address, where you met a fake taxi and were driven to this nasty tunnel. You were instructed to take seven hundred medium steps into tunnel and then wait for your brother.

His cautiousness wasn’t the old sibling you remember. Baekhyun used to be the reckless one; dragging you out at midnight, jumping off cliffs, and getting in fights with anyone that looked at him or you too long. Seeing this side of him was so odd: he was always expected to get into trouble, but this kind of trouble? This trouble where you couldn’t be stupid and had to actually stop and think? Last thing you’d expect.

Demasiado diferente.

After he graduated from college, you never saw him again. Your father had died when you were six and he was fourteen. Your mother developed lung cancer eight years later and died just a couple months ago. You weren’t sad: you were never close with either of your parents. The most shocking thing of this whole event was your brother willingly taking you under his wing so you could go to college and get a degree.

Your feet started to ache tremendously as you neared the end of the tunnel. It was dark outside, a complete contrast to the sunshine you’d seen when you entered this hell hole. A sleek, silver BMW waited for the four of you. A man, wearing a low baseball cap, sat in the driver’s seat. Baekhyun sat in the passenger seat and as you slid into the backseat, you found yourself between the two men. Red hair was silent as he laid his head against the window and you noticed a scar that ran through his eyebrow.

It was Mr. Blacky that was giving you trouble. His hand rested on your thigh, the cold metal of his rings felt even through your jeans. He was looking out the window, pretending like he wasn’t two inches away from your core, but you could see the small smirk. Frustration roiled through you and you couldn’t tell if it was pure or sexual.

“Is there a reason I had to come live with you, dear brother?” You piped up, shifting your legs so that Mr. Blacky’s hand fell away. “I mean, mom and dad’s house was paid off, couldn’t I just stay there and you pay for college? I love living in that big, scary house all alone.”

Of course you were biting at him. You were glad he allowed you to live with him, but you yearned for answers. Where had he been all these years? He didn’t even show up at mom’s funeral and didn’t contact you until two months after her death. You’d been alone for all those months. In that huge-ass, dark, creaky house.

Muy solitario.

There were probably ghosts that were waiting to feed on your soul.

Baekhyun didn’t give you the honor of his response.

“I was neomu lonely, Bak,” you grumbled, playing with the string bracelet on your wrist. You heard him shift, his expensive-ass leather jacket squeaking against the custom leather seats.

“Did you keep up with your Korean lessons?” He asked, slowly shifting the subject.

You frowned. “No. I dropped it and took Spanish.”

Silencio.

“I’ll have you know that I actually got an award on my spanish. Top of my class. My spanish teacher gave a speech at my graduation. I can speak it fluently. I could probably move to Spain or Mexico—never come back,” you rambled. Baekhyun always hated your ranting and how you had this weird ability to go on and on about the most stupid shit. He deserved thirty hours worth of pointless rambling. “I’ve actually been thinking of taking French. Maybe I could become a professional translator; wouldn’t that be cool? I could travel the world, talk to the locals—OOOO I could run, like, a travel critic blog. Muy bien!”

You clapped your hands.

“You didn’t mention how fucking annoying she was,” Baseball Cap spoke up. His voice was deep and gravelly.

“This is her way of taking her anger out on me.”

You felt like a scolded child as you sat there. That was the one thing you’d always hated about your brother: his ability to make you shut up with some simple statement. He knew you too well, he knew exactly what got under your skin. He knew how to make you feel stupid or childish and as the years went by, he only got better at it.

And so, you went silent for the rest of the ride.

☁☁☁☁☁☁

It took you less than a week to learn the rules of the house. Baekhyun told everyone what to do and they all listened. It was rough, nearly impossible for you, your inner self always begging to challenge him. But Baekhyun made it clear he wouldn’t treat you any differently just because the same blood pumps through your hearts. You learned that when he dragged you to a windowless room and let you sit there all night without any dinner.

You also had to sit through the embarrassing “Off Limits” meeting. It was an hour long talk where Baekhyun repeatedly reminded his men and women that you were untouchable. If anyone so dare as look at you for more than a second, their heads would be ripped off and guts shoveled into a meat grinder. You never agreed to it, but here you were, alone and untouched.

Que divertido.

You poked at your dinner, staring boredly at the wall. Baekhyun was gone, along with almost everybody, so you were left alone with Mr. Blacky. In other words: Hwang-fucking-gorgeous-Hyunjin. The boy with his stupid teasing smiles, little smirks, and eyebrow raises would not leave you alone. He was older than you by barely a month, but you’d never guess by the way he held himself like the king of the world.

He was a more handsome, younger version of Baekhyun.

And it sucked.

If you had known the Baekhyun was trying to turn his men into multiple versions of himself, you would’ve thrown yourself out a window. Hell, you would’ve flipped off the mysterious mailman who delivered the letter you got two weeks ago. This wasn’t fun, this was suburban.

“So, you’re the royal babysitter?” You asked, looking up at Hyunjin. He sat on the counter, scrolling through his phone and not sparing you a single glance as he answered.

“Sure.”

“You’re barely older than me,” you pouted, “I don’t need a babysitter.”

He held up the pack of cigarettes he had confiscated from you not even five minutes ago. You watched, your mouth watering, as he shook the packet at you. There was the other rule: no smoking. Or at least not for Y/N or around Y/N. Everyone else constantly smelled like weed and tobacco, but you would never see the drugs again in your life.

“Didn’t you try to leave last time you were alone?”

He spoke about the event as if it wasn’t yesterday.

“I’m the leader’s younger sister! Don’t you think I deserve some form of special treatment?” You cried, shoving your plate away from you. The boy looked up, watching as the china skittered to the other side of the table before peacefully stopping.

Maldita.

You stood up, letting the chair clatter around the shiny tiles. Your feet stomped against the floor as you marched towards the boy. A slap ran through the room as you slammed your hands down on his knees, eyes narrowing as you looked up at him. You leaned forward until your faces were mere inches apart.

“I’m not a child.”

“Then why do you act like one?”

Then he smiled, and there was something about it that was so wrong and so right at the same time. It was sadistic and perfect. Ice shards and fire blazed through your body as a craze lit up his eyes. He tilted his head at you, his hand coming up to run along your cheek and then over your brow bone.

“You say you want special privileges?” He hummed. His thumb moved down and ran along your lips. Your mouth slowly opened, an ache starting in your core as he slipped the digit in. His knees tightened around your body and he brought your mouth to his.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. The taste of weed and addiction? Something bitter? Instead, he tasted like smarties and you could feel his chapped lips pressed against yours. He gripped your chin tightly in his hand as he easily slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your straightened up, moaning into his mouth as his other hand came up to tighten around your throat.

He pulled back for barely a second, inhaling sharply before his lips crashed onto yours again. You whimpered, letting your hands slide up his legs and rest on his upper thighs. Your thumbs rubbed circles on his inner thigh and you didn’t miss the way he bucked up into your touch. Hyunjin nipped teasingly at your lips and then pulled back.

His mouth moved achingly slow along your jaw and then he moved to your ear. Pain laced through your body and pleasure ran to your core as he teeth dug into the upper part of the shell. The soft moan you let out pulled one from him and his grip tightened on your neck.

“You know,” he whispered into your ear, “you act like such a big, bad girl, but I bet you’ve never had a true taste of danger, hmmm? Do you want it? How badly baby?”

You panted, eyes slowly meeting his dilated ones as he pulled back and stared at you. It took only one fluid movement for him to hop off the counter, spin you around, and bend you over the marble. Gasps and whimpers of excitement started to leave you.

Placer y dolor.

You felt Hyunjin’s bulge press against your thigh as he ran his hand down your spine. Tingles raced through you and shivered in anticipation. The boy’s desperation bled through as he reached for your yoga pants. He pulled them down quickly, taking your panties with it. He ran his index finger down your folds and then a soft chuckle left him.

“I bet you’re tight too, baby,” he mused. You listen to the sound of him unbuckling his jeans and the sound of them hitting the floor. There’s the soft sound of skin rubbing against skin as he pumps himself out. You lean forward, eyes closing.

Hyunjin completely sinks into you in one go. A loud groan escapes you—he stretches you out painfully and deliciously and it’s addicting. His forehead rests against your back and there’s a few moments where he just silently gasps. Then he starts moving.

His thrusts are rough. His fingers dig into your thighs as he hitches you up even higher. Your gasps and his grunts fill the room as his hips smack against your ass. You’re soaked; slurping noises filling the room because of your pussy. His cock continues to hit your g-spot repeatedly and your eyes start to roll into the back of your head.

“Fuck, I could ruin you,” he gasps out, “and no one would ever know. Shit, baby, shit.”

Arruinarme.

“Just as tight as I thought.”

Arruinarme.

You felt your high approaching and you unconsciously clenched around him, silently begging for him to finish with you. And then just as you’re there, just as you feel the beginning of the flashes, he pulled out. You hold still, too shocked to whine or look back.

Then you hear the all time familiar sound.

Tsssst.

You peeked over your shoulder, eyes widening as you watch him light a cigarette. Hyunjin meets your gaze and grins, something broken and psychotic hanging in the depths of his orbs. You watch as he takes a slow puff and then presses a kiss to your neck, the smoke filling the air around the two of you.

Arruinarme.

“You can take it baby, whether you want to or not,” he said.

Part of you knows what he’s about to do, but the hazy part of your brain refuses to keep up. Then you feel it, a quick jump of pain. You hissed, your head falling against your forearms as the cigarette is pressed to your thigh. You smell it—it’s so subtle, but it’s there—the smell of your own flesh, burning. He pulls it back and you stiffen as you prepare yourself for the next tap. He presses it to your other thigh and this time you let out a loud whimper. Pleasure comes with the pinch this time and your eyes flutter shut.

“Such a whore, aren’t you?” He laughs.

Then he throws the blunt in the sink and sheaths himself inside you again. His pace picks up, almost as if he never stopped. It barely takes a few seconds for you to finish, your fingers digging into the counter as you tighten around him. Hyunjin grunts and he thrusts harshly through his own orgasm. His seed spills into you and down your legs as he continues to fuck it into you.

Arruinarme.

Then he pulls back, letting you breathe. You do, taking in big gulps of air, your legs shaking, and eyes fluttering shut. He lights another cigarette and hands it to you. You accept graciously, puffing on it. The smoke fills the kitchen as the boy helps you back into your pants and then pulls up his own. He runs a hand through his dark hair and then winks at you.

A swirl of smoke surrounds your head as he walks out.

You hum to yourself.

“Arruinarme.”

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crooked-sleep · 4 years

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Day 3 - Every New Beginning

hi! hope you’re having a lovely day! i’m trying something different today, i hope you like it!

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missing him is like missing a limb, like missing a vital organ, like he ripped your heart out of your chest and held it between his palms as he jumped. you can’t close your eyes for fear of replaying it over and over again, and it burns you from the inside out because he was so, so afraid, and he did it anyway. he saved the whole fucking world, and he damned himself to do it, and in doing so he damned you too.

you wake up in the middle of the night, every night, tears drying on your face, and it hurts in that place where your heart should be, phantom pains in your chest, and your hands search for the amulet and never find it, and you hate yourself. it should be you down there, it should be you, for this action if nothing else. this is the biggest wrong of your life and you can never right it.

and one night you realize you love him, you love him in a way you shouldn’t, in a way you can never tell anyone, least of all him because he is not here. he is miles and miles and miles below your feet, so far out of your reach that you can’t even imagine it, and your chest hurts so sharp and vindicating you can’t breathe.

and here’s the thing – without him, you don’t want to.

—

he comes back – or at least, most of him does, and you want to tell him, you need to tell him, to hold that beloved face between your hands and look him in those stunning eyes and say i love you, i love you, it’s always been you–

but something is missing in there, and whatever it is, it holds your tongue until you swallow the words back down, shove your hands deep in your pockets and force a smile, and whisper to yourself, coward coward coward.

your heart is still missing.

it does not return until death asks you to choose, and you don’t hesitate, and you really should care about the soul you damn with his name, but you don’t. all you care about is right there in front of you, finally whole, and you can finally feel your own pulse again. and you hold him in your arms, and you lie to him, and you tell yourself, not now, not now, not now.

—

he is damned anyway. again, he is damned, over and over again, the devil riding shotgun, your fingers pressed into his palm, and your own heart breaking every time you catch sight of his tired eyes and thin body. you want to fix him, you want to fix the world, and you want bobby back, but most of all you want him to know.

and still the words won’t come out of your mouth. and still the time is never right, you are never drunk enough to say it or sober enough to think about it. and he doesn’t sleep at night, you don’t either, and both of you pretend you aren’t watching him every minute of every hour of every night.

i’ll say it, you tell yourself the night before you go for dick roman’s ass. we’ll win, and i’ll finally tell him.

you never get the chance.

—

you spend a year fighting to come back to him, mowing down anything and anyone in your path, struggling on even when you’re too tired to go on. you need to go back to him, to find him and hold him and tell him you love him–

and then you find out about her, and you hate the way her name sounds in his mouth, you hate how his eyes look when he speaks about her, and you hate that you can never get the chance to tell him. half of you is so irrationally afraid that he really will choose her over you, and you make no effort to stop the cruel words from leaving your mouth. those, you don’t swallow. those, you spit out in his face, and you pretend it doesn’t hurt the way his face shutters, the way he looks away from you.

he’s yours. she has no fucking right.

vindication feels good when he chooses you. green is not your color, and you’re glad you can stop wearing it now. he’s yours, and it’s about time he knows it.

and then he’s taking on the burden that should have been yours, coughing up blood and growing ever thinner and still, still fighting on. he is the bravest, strongest person you know, and the thought of losing him has you cold all over. you never want that phantom pain in your heart back again. you never ever want to exist in a world that doesn’t have him in it.

—

you didn’t have enough time with him, you think. your body is numb as you sit vigil by his. you could spend eternity with him and it will never be enough.

he is going to hate you for what you’re about to do. you hate you for it. but if it means he won’t leave you, if it means he’s by your side…

it’s not an excuse. it’s barely even a good reason. you just don’t care. your life is nothing without his, and you can’t feel your pulse again.

and you were right. he hates you. your heart sits dead in your chest as you watch him cry, and he hates you, and you hate you, and nothing in the world really matters anymore when he looks at you like he can never trust you again.

maybe, you think desperately, maybe if you go down taking abaddon he will love you again. maybe he will remember you with fondness and a smile and not tears and heartache. it’s more than what you deserve, and yet you hope.

i lied, he tells you, and you know he did, but it feels like a weight off your shoulders anyway. you don’t have much longer, but you are strangely at peace with it because he’s here with you, and your pulse is strong in your wrist and in your chest. you can barely speak for the blood in your mouth, and you want nothing more than to tell him just how much you love him, but that wouldn’t be fair. not when you won’t be around for whatever comes after. you’ve already hurt him too much. the best thing you can do for him right now is spare him this.

so instead you say, i’m proud of us, and you smile, and the last thing you think is that if you had to die, you’re glad it’s in his arms.

—

except you don’t. your eyes are black and your blood sings for violence, and all you can think of is crushing him. you chase him through the home you share with him and you hear him plead and you don’t care. you loved him, back when you were capable of it. and you will never admit it but you are afraid that you still do. as long as he’s breathing, you will be afraid of that potential weakness.

he saves you, though. somehow, he always does. and for a while things are good. for a while, you believe your own lies, and you tell yourself that you’ve got this under control, that the two of you will be all right. and you want to finally tell him, but that thing on your arm won’t let you. it doesn’t want him to know. the confession feels too much like a weapon that he can hurt you with, though you know he would never. he doesn’t have it in him to cause you pain. he loves you too much even when he shouldn’t.

and he really shouldn’t. but he does, despite your pointed words, it should be you up there, and he does, even when seeing his face makes your blood roar instead of calming it, and he does, even down on his knees in front of you. he loves you, with tears in his eyes and pictures of your mother on the ground between the two of you, and he loves you even when he knows that you’re about to kill him.

he loves you, he loves you, he loves you, and faced with that, nothing else in the whole world matters.

close your eyes, sammy.

you love him.

you swing.

—

you hold his hand tight in your own as the darkness rages around you, and you stay up at night when he’s asleep, and you watch him breathe and you watch him dream and you feel sick with how much you want her. it’s not real, but it feels like it is, and you are so afraid of what will happen if you ever have to choose.

he loves you, and you love him, and neither of you say it. he is afraid you won’t say it back. you are afraid that maybe, you won’t mean it.

you need to fight this, you need to beat her. it’s not real, you tell yourself. what you feel for her could never ever compare to what you feel for him.

and then he dies. you return to a cabin in the woods to find him still and lifeless on the floor, and every cell in you is screaming, every part of you wants to lie down next to him until death takes you too, but duty calls, and you have to go. you leave your heart with him before you go, though.

you don’t want to live in a world that doesn’t have him in it. you never have. the decision is easy. you’ll sell whatever bullshit you need to if it means you get him back. and if you can’t – you’ll just follow him. anything to be with him. anything.

it turns out to not be necessary. he saves you yet again. tell him, your soul screams at you. you almost lost him, and it’s one time too many, and you are so, so afraid that you will never get the chance again. she does not even register in your mind anymore. she is nothing compared to him. she could never hope to matter to you even a fraction of how much he does.

you pull the car over.

you take a deep breath.

you reach out, frame that beautiful face with your hands.

he is not breathing. neither are you.

he waits. you wait too.

and then you lean in.

you kiss him.

a moment.

another.

and then he kisses you back.

i love you, you whisper when you part. god, sammy, i love you, i love you so fucking much, i love you, i love you–

years and years of not saying it, of holding it in, it all pours out now. you couldn’t stop yourself even if you wanted to.

and he smiles, and he leans his forehead against yours, and he whispers, i love you too, and you finally feel your heart beating again, in perfect rhythm with his.

your soul is complete. your heart, too.

he loves you, and you love him, and nothing else in the whole wide world matters more than this.

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i really hope you enjoyed this! i had fun writing it, it’s very different from my usual style.

have a lovely day!!!

–wincestmas anon

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Oh my goodness. Anon. It may be because I’m an angst monster at heart, but I believe you’ve really outdone yourself here. I’m honored that you decided to stretch and try something different for me! There’s a lot of damn beautiful writing here, but I think the Season 10 part really just hooked me through the heart.

he loves you, he loves you, he loves you, and faced with that, nothing else in the whole world matters.

close your eyes, sammy.

you love him.

you swing.

I also appreciate the use of space between paragraphs, and how you vary sentence length to carry the reader from overwhelming despair to hope, to action. Very well done.

You are a massively talented writer and I’m so lucky that you’re my Wincestmas Santa. THANK YOU! - Sin

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solastia · 6 years

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The Dragon’s Lair | 2

Chapters: [ 1 ] [ 2 ]

Pairing: Dragon Hybrid Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 3,748

Genre & Warnings: Hybrid au. Fantasy themes. This will have a little bit of everything. Lots of fluff, some angst, perhaps eventual smut. Mentions of physical abuse and possible other trauma or emotional issues in the future. Brief mentions of death but no MCD.

Notes: Trying to make up your own Dragon lore is a pain in the ass.

You could hardly believe that it had only been a week since you’d met Namjoon and discovered a whole new world. The two of you had decided to wait until the weekend for him to move in, giving him time to wrap up his classes and say goodbye to his friends since he’d be away from the center for a while for a bonding period with you. It also gave you a chance to prepare your home, although you were still pretty confused about how the hell you were supposed to prepare for a Dragon. You’d settled on just making sure there were the basics in his room; bed, dresser, desk, and a laptop. You’d take him shopping for whatever else he wanted later.

The two of you had also used this time to get to know each other a little more. You rushed over after finishing your work for the day, and you’d watch him teach a class. He taught literature and music production for fun, but helped with the classes that covered hybrid health and law as well. After his class, the two of you would hang out in the exotic wing’s playroom, watching movies or playing with the other hybrids, or go to his room where he showed you books he’d been reading or whatever shiny thing had caught his eye in the yard that day. He was such a beautiful old soul, and you gravitated towards him he was an oasis in the desert.

The more you got to know Namjoon, the more excited you got about bringing him home and starting a life with him. He was smart and passionate, caring of his hybrid friends, so sweet and shy. Honestly, the more you thought about it, the crazier it was that he hadn’t been grabbed before this and was settling for someone like you. Not that you were willing to give him up. They’d have to fight you now.

You’re practically skipping as you make your way into the now familiar lobby of The Fairy Pawmother, sharing a smile and a wave with the regular hybrids that hung around the area helping customers and potential adopters. Heechul is in his usual spot behind the front desk, smirking over your obvious excitement.

“Either you’ve become a bunny hybrid, or it’s Saturday,” Heechul chuckled, pulling out Namjoon’s file.

“Todays the day! Is everything ready? Did he change his mind?”

“Are you serious? That kid has been ready to go since six am. I had to force him to eat because he was too excited, and he’s been sitting on the couch with his bags for hours. I’m almost insulted he’s so ready to leave me.”

You snort, accepting one of the papers he hands you to sign.

“You know he’s going to be coming back to help with classes and to see his friends after the bonding period.”

“Still not the same. Be good to my baby.” Heechul fakes a tear, and the two of you chuckle. “I’ll have someone load his things into your car for you. Let’s finish signing these and go get him before he comes barreling down the stairs and hurts himself.”

Once the paperwork is all completed, he takes your arm to escort you to the exotics wing. You take the chance to ask him something that had been on your mind, but you hadn’t wanted to upset Namjoon by asking him.

“Hey, so I was just wondering why Namjoon was here for so long? He’s so amazing, and I mean, I can’t possibly be the best person to come along.”

“I don’t know about that, but he actually was adopted once, a long time ago. It’s all in the copy of his files that I’ll be giving you today. I believe he was...five? They brought him back when he was seven. I was really upset about that. I’d had this off feeling when they met, but Namjoon was so excited to have a home that I let it go.”

“Seven? Poor thing. Did they say why?”

“They couldn’t handle him, they said. Probably expected him to act like a dog hybrid when he’s a dragon. I assume you won’t make that mistake.”

“I hope not. I’ve been trying to do research, but there’s not much out there about dragons besides that they like shiny things and dumb jokes about how humans are tasty with ketchup. There’s absolutely nothing about dragon hybrids.”

“That’s because he’s been the only one in thousands of years.”

That fact brought you up short and gave you a whole new set of worries. Mainly, that there was no way for you to ask others if you had problems. Except for Heechul, but he was overly fond of vague answers. You’d have to rely on Namjoon being honest and open about his needs. So far nothing hinted that this would be too hard, but it was still worrisome.

There was also the fact that this meant he was completely alone and had no one that really understood him as a dragon hybrid. He had his other exotic friends, and they could relate on some levels, but as far as being a dragon he had only himself.

“Wait, if he’s the only one in thousands of years, how was he born?”

“Just caught that did you? It’s all a bit complicated for the mortal mind, honestly. Let’s just say that there are souls out there deserving of a good life, some that have been here before, and not all of them are human. They are granted a chance to be reborn and adapt to be more accepted into the current world.”

“So he was reincarnated? But where are his parents?”

“Oh, that’s basically me. Namjoon came to me as a lovely gold and silver egg.”

“An egg. He was freaking hatched?”

“Well, he is a dragon, remember?”

“So someone just put a shiny egg on your doorstep, and you let it hatch?”

“It was more like it shimmered into existence in the nest I have set up in my room for such things.”

“Right. Shimmered. Got it.”

You didn’t get it.

Heechul patted you on the head, and you could practically hear the There, there, you dumb human.

“Namjoon’s great, though.” Heechul continued. “Very smart, I’m sure you’ve noticed. He likes to talk things through, so he’ll probably let you know what you need to know. I think the thing those people had a problem with the most was the hoarding.”

“I saw stuff about dragon hoards, but I didn’t realize he’d do that too.”

“Oh yeah, although Namjoon is easy. His current obsession is those Ryan teddy bear dolls. Last count there were at least sixty-three of them covering his bed, and he slept in them like a nest. Frankly, it's adorable. He still has the urge for all things shiny, but I think Namjoon is the sort of dragon whose hoard will end up being more...sentimental.”

You recalled seeing a few of them in his room before, not nearly the amount Heechul had described though. He must have started packing them away the moment you’d met.

You finally reached the floor where the exotic rooms were kept, making your way towards the now familiar room at the end of the hall.

You peek into the room with a grin. “Hey, you.”

Namjoon was sitting on his twin sized bed, that was now stripped bare, kicking his legs back and forth with a large gold velvet bag sitting next to him. His eyes shoot to meet yours, jaw dropping in shock before melting into the sunniest smile. He was absolutely beaming as he jumped up and hugged you, practically crushing your smaller frame to his.

“You came! I...wasn't sure. I hoped, but...thank you.”

You pulled back, patting his cheek gently. “Of course I came. You’re stuck with me now, buddy. Sorry.”

“I’ll try to live with that,” he giggles, lowering his head shyly.

“All ready to go?” you ask, taking a moment to scan the room. It seemed he’d done an excellent job of clearing everything from his room, except for whatever was in the giant Christmasy looking bag.

“Yeah. Just this. I, uh, didn’t want anyone taking my Ryans down. I wanted to take them myself. Do you have room for them still?”

“Yeah! Of course. Heechul told me how much to expect, so there should be plenty of room in the back seat, and you’ll still be able to keep an eye on the bag from the passenger side. Is that alright?”

“Yes, thank you. I’m sorry for being a bother.”

“Hey, you’re not. It’s really fine, Namjoon. Honestly, I get it. I have an Avengers collection at home, and I would probably have a panic attack over anyone else trying to move it.”

Namjoon chuckles, nodding in understanding. “I didn’t know you liked those types of movies. Who is your favorite Avenger?”

“James Barnes.”

“Does he count as an Avenger? Wasn’t he a bad guy? I know they tried to fix him up before he fought in the last one, but does that make him an Avenger?”

“Are we about to have our first fight? I will fight you over Bucky,” you smirk up at him as he grabs his giant bag of plushies.

Namjoon’s stunning amber eyes glint with undisguised amusement. “Duly noted. Bucky is an Avenger. I know how to pick my battles.”

“Good boy.”

Namjoon’s cheeks flush at the words, and you hope that wasn’t too far. You were just teasing, but it could be taken either good or bad. You settle for clearing your throat with a small smile and letting Heechul chat with Namjoon as he guides you both back to the lobby.

Heechul and Namjoon discuss the lesson plan Namjoon had prepared for the classes in his absence. You allow them their time as you all wander through the halls, using the time to build a mental list of things that Namjoon might need.

You’re startled out of your thoughts when fingers softly touch yours, and you glance up to see Namjoon has moved the bag to hang off of one shoulder, leaving one hand free and was tentatively trying to hold yours. You smile reassuringly and pull him a little closer, lacing your fingers together firmly.

Heechul walks with the two of you all the way to your car, opening the door for Namjoon to gently secure his collection in the back.

“Well, I’ll see you in a month, Namjoon. I wish you the best of luck. You know where to find me if you need me, but somehow I’m sure you won’t.” Heechul pulls him in for a quick hug, and no one acknowledged that the man’s eyes looked suspiciously watery.

You both got in the car and waved to Heechul one last time, clasping your hands back together as you drove off.

“Let’s go home.”

You pull up to your house about a half hour later, watching Namjoon inspect it out of the corner of your eye. You can’t help smiling to yourself over the fact that he could barely hold himself still. He was practically bouncing in his seat as he looked at every bit of the outside he could see.

“Here we are. I know it doesn’t seem like my style, but my Grandparents built this place, and it didn’t feel right to repaint or anything,” you explain as you both grab a couple boxes and his bag of plushies and lead him up the grey bricked path to the buttercream yellow and ivory painted farmhouse.

“This place is huge,” Namjoon wide eyes travel over every bit of the house and the land around it. “You didn’t tell me you lived on a farm.”

You chuckle, using your knee to balance the boxes on while you unlock the beautifully carved oak and glass windowed front door.

“It’s not really a farm anymore. They sold off the big chunks of land years ago when it became apparent there was only me to inherit, and I am no farmer. I’m already struggling enough trying to keep Grandma’s flowers and kitchen garden alive. We just have a little barn and some penned up areas in case I ever want to get, I dunno, goats or something. There is the big forest behind our house past the pool; that’s technically mine. Not much I can do with it, but I didn’t want to sell it off and have some corporate assholes come in and build a carwash behind me or something. I used to go exploring in it as a kid and pretend I was Snow White.”

“Why Snow White?”

“Oh, because there were a few squirrels and a couple of deer that got used to me and would let me pet them or give them treats. So, to a little girl, that means I’m obviously Snow White.”

Namjoon laughs and follows you into the house, and you lead him up the steps to the room that sits next to yours. You set the boxes down near the massive king sized bed and gesture grandly around the room.

“Here are your quarters, sir.”

Namjoon quirks an eyebrow as he sets his things down, shaking his head.

“Yeah, you’re right. That was cheesy as fuck,” you giggle. “Anyway, it’s nothing special right now. I wanted you to be able to pick what you wanted, so I just got the basics. We can go to a home goods place to pick out everything else you’ll need. Bookcase, blankets, bathroom goods, all that.”

“It’s so big!” Namjoon wandered around, poking his head into the closet and the bathroom.

“You’re kind of a big guy, so,” you chuckle, watching him plop on the bed and bounce as he smiles up at you. “I gave you the biggest room available, besides mine. I’m right next door. There are three other rooms if you wanted to choose a different one.”

Namjoon shook his head. “No, this one is great. Big and bright. More than I thought I’d ever get. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” you blush as soon as the words leave your mouth. You hadn’t meant to say it, but your head to mouth filter always seemed to malfunction around Namjoon.

He didn’t seem to find anything amiss with it though since he continued playing on the mattress. You clear your throat and walk back towards the door.

“So, I’ll leave you to unpack your things and make a list of what else you’ll need. Don’t worry about cost or anything; it’s best if we just take care of the big stuff now so you’re comfortable. Forgive my ignorance, but will we need to go by a hybrid store for unscented things? I know the other hybrids are into scent marking their stuff but is that important for you too?”

Namjoon rubs the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. That would be nice. I can get pretty territorial. Um, but not in a bad way! Don’t worry. I just...need to protect my den?”

“It’s cool. I understand that you don’t exactly have a guide and you get by instinctually, so whatever makes you feel comfortable and fulfills whatever urges you get, we’ll do. As long as it’s not like, burning the mailman. Let’s avoid that. He brings me cookies every Christmas.”

Namjoon chuckles silently, shoulders bouncing as he shakes his head. “Got it. No crisping the mailman.”

“So you really shoot flames?” You raise your eyebrows in surprise, having expected for at least that to not be a real thing.

“Sort of? It’s not like, dragons in the movies kind of flames, or all the time. Twice a year, in the spring and late summer, I run even hotter than usual. Like, so hot that the first time it happened, I thought I was dying. And I get really protective of my hoard and can get a little aggressive? I don’t really mean it, it’s just the hormones and stuff.” He glances up at you like he’s begging you to understand, and you have a feeling this is a sore spot for him.

You nod and pet his shoulder a bit to let him know you understood and didn’t blame him. He seemed to get the hint and relaxed his shoulders, continuing his story.

“Anyway, one year we had a new hybrid in the center, and he heard me shouting and came to check on me. I guess no one warned him not to. And in my hormone driven mind, he was coming after my hoard, so I screamed at him. I could feel my throat expand and my mouth suddenly tasted weird as something coated the inside like mucus. And then, to everyone’s surprise, I shot what was basically a fireball at him. Singed off his eyebrow, but he thought it was so cool we became friends. Jackson is awesome. I can’t wait for you to meet him.”

“Sure. You know, that sounds kinda like your..heat season? I don’t know what it would be called for you.”

“Me either. Heat or rut is a dog and cat thing. Everything online is just for snakes and stuff, and they just call it mating season. Heechul hyung calls it a rut to make it easy for everyone, so we can just keep calling it that I guess.”

“Okay, I guess we’ll...discuss that stuff more later. We have a few months before Spring,” you try to hide your blush as you realize you’re going to have to figure out arrangements for that. You’ll have time to ask Heechul, you suppose.

“Anyway, make your list, and we’ll go get you taken care of.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You nod and smile softly at him, leaving him to settle in.

Many hours later, you both get home exhausted and ready for bed after such a long day. You’d bought him everything his eyes landed on just a little too long. Among the many items that you’d purchased, he now had a beautiful royal blue and silver bedding set, everything he could possibly need for his bathroom, and a new Ryan plushie that you’d insisted on buying him. He’d maintained he didn’t need it, but you’d seen the way he clutched it tightly to him and narrowed his gaze on anyone that got too close to it.

There was still plenty more he’d need, but the big stuff like the bookcases would be delivered, and there was plenty of time to get whatever else he needed later.

You help him make the bed after washing the new set and stand back to fondly observe as he adds his Ryans one by one with painstaking care. The newest one you’d bought him seems to have a place of honor next to his pillow.

“I’ll leave you to your rest. I’m beat. Night, Joonie. I’m so happy you’re finally here,” you say softly, reaching up to peck his flushed cheek before you head to your own room.

You’d finally started to drift off a bit when you heard your door creak, and a light tap sounded in the silence.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, but are you awake?”

“’S’matter Namjoon?” you slur, struggling to come back to awareness.

“Um...it’s just. I can’t sleep? I’ve tried so hard but...”

You sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes a bit. “Oh, yeah. New environment. That happened when I went to summer camp a few times. Couldn’t sleep well for the first three days. Uh, if you’d be comfortable with it, you’re free to sleep here.”

You hear a shuffling sound coming closer in the darkness.

“Are you sure? It’s not weird? I just...have this urge like somethings missing in my hoard and I know there’s not.”

“Maybe I should try sleeping in there then, so you’re not away from it?”

“Would you?” Namjoon’s nearly breathless excitement at the suggestion settled that. You hummed sleepily as you got up and waved around for his hand in the darkness. He saw better in the dark, you guessed, because he latched on easily and gently dragged you to his room.

He flipped down the blankets and helped you get under them, arranging his plushies so they wouldn’t be in your way but still close. He snuggled in when he was done, inhaling loudly before releasing a pleased sigh.

“You can cuddle if you need to. It’s cold in here, and you feel like a damn furnace,” you mumble into the pillow as you settle in.

He wraps his arm around you slowly, like he’s worried you’ll change your mind. Eventually, he relaxes, and you find yourself completely wrapped in his long limbs. You giggle when you hear his pleased rumbling.

“Better?”

“This is perfect. The weird tickle I get when something is wrong with my hoard is gone.”

“Does that mean I’m part of it now? Not sure how I feel being compared to a Ryan doll.”

Namjoon huffs a laugh against your hair.

“Would it bother you if you were a part of it? It seems kind of possessive, I guess. I don’t want to scare you off already.”

“No. Its...kinda nice, actually.”

Namjoon rumbles again, the vibrations strangely calming as you burrow close to his chest. Your last thought is that if you had to belong to anyone, you were glad it was him.

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babygirlaimo · 6 years

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Yin & Yang (Soulmate au)

→ Jimin

Genre: angst/flufffffffy end

Summary: Jimin thinks he has found the love of her life, when fate tears them apart. Luna comes into his life but Jimin hates soulmates...

Jimin doesn´t want to be with Luna because he doesn´t believe in soulmates.

Number of words: 5217

This is a world of soulmates. You either meet your soulmate and live happily ever after, or you settle for whoever you could find that at least made you feel special.

People didn't really judge you if you 'settled' because finding your one and only was extremely hard, being that they could be anywhere in the world and of any gender.

Everyone loved the idea of soulmates. The romantic factor of finding the one that was made for you was engraved in everyone's minds. Me, on the other hand, hated the soulmates thing.

If I have to be honest, I didn't really care about soulmates that much until I met Haeun. I felt like the world had stopped, like everyone was silent, expecting us to meet. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes on, with gorgeous brown eyes and thin lips. Her figure was very slim and she was the shortest little bean.

I thought that was it. I thought I had met her, but when I excitedly looked at my wrist, I saw no mark. Frowning, I had looked at her again and walked towards her, introducing myself.

-Hi- I said and she stopped talking with Taehyung to turn to look at me

She smiled and shook my hand saying hi back. As creepy as it sounds, I held her hand a little longer to see if her wrist had anything on it. Although we didn't have the same mark, I was relieved that she didn't have a mark at all, meaning she hadn't found her soulmate yet.

-I'm Taehyung's best friend- I clarified and she opened her mouth in understanding

-You must be Jimin, then- she said and I felt my heart stop for a second at the sound of her voice saying my name- I'm Haeun, Tae's cousin- she introduced herself

All the while, Tae was looking at us with a cheeky smile but a bit of concern.

When we finished talking and Haeun left, Tae turned to me.

-Jimin, I know that look and I don't think it's a great idea- he said and I frowned

-What look?- I asked

-You clearly like her a lot but she's not your soulmate- he said as if I didn't know

-I don't care- I said nonchalantly while sipping my coffee, but I did care

-You're gonna get hurt- he said but I dismissed him with a wave of my hand

-Don't worry about it- I finished the conversation

Although I had told him not to worry about it, I was worrying about it myself. I had become her best friend, the one she could rely on. And as the years went by, my crush for her grew until it became love.

One confident night, I had told her about my feelings and she reciprocated them. We had agreed to be together but if any of us found our soulmate, we could break up.

Honestly, I didn't want to find my soulmate. I was so in love with Haeun, I couldn't even think about loving someone more than a I loved her.

Despite my worries, I was so happy I had found someone. So happy I had broken the system because there was no way, there was no way I could love my soulmate more than I loved her. And I was sure she would never love someone as much as she loved me.

That was until, of course, she found him.

-Jimin, I want you to meet my soulmate- she smiled

I frowned and tried to keep my composure. When she had told me she had something important to tell me, this was certainly not what had come to my mind.

-Hi, nice to meet you- he smiled an award-winning smile and raised his hand to shake mine

I looked at his hand and looked at her and the finally took it.

He was tall, muscular, handsome. Everything I wasn't.

I could see it. I could see them as a couple, how they just matched even thought I didn't know the man's personality at all.

-Nice to meet you too- I smiled the fakest smile I had ever made but none of them noticed

They were too immersed in each other. All the love that I saw in Haeun's eyes everytime she saw me wasn't there anymore. Now, she looked at me with friendliness and looked at him as if he were her world. She looked at him like I looked at her.

She had never looked at me with such adoration.

I was hurt. This hurt like a bitch.

I saw her kiss him before whispering something to him. He nodded and waved at us with a smile before leaving.

-Chim- she called me and I looked at her- I know this may come as a surprise but I met him a week ago and I haven't been able to think about anything else- she smiled starstruck- I hope everything is okay with us?- she asked with a hopeful look on her face

I tightened my smile and nodded.

-We agreed whenever one of us found our soulmate, we could break this off- I said as if everything was okay in the world

It wasn't. At least not in my world. Mine was crumbling into tiny little pieces.

-Thank god- she sighed in relief and hugged me

I closed my eyes and held her close to me for as long as I could. She eventually stopped hugging me and said goodbye before going back to him.

A few weeks and a lot of tears later, Tae gets a new roommate...

-Do you even know what this movie is about?- I asked while chewing chips and laying on his sofa

-I'm not gonna lie to you, not really- he nodded while squinting his eyes at the screen

-Who even chose this?- I frowned while watching a man eat hot dogs on a competition- is this even a movie?- I scrunched my nose when he threw up

-That's up for debate- he said and changed the channel

-Anyway, so how's your new roommate?- I asked

-Her name is Luna. She's great. She's sooo pretty and so funny and so kind- he said excitedly

-May I remind you, you have already found your soulmate?- I said as I saw his eyes sparkle

-I don't like her that way, she's like a little sister- he laughed and grabbed the bag of chips from my hand

-So you said she's Latin?- I asked

-Yeah, she came all the way from Colombia- he said

-That's far. Why Korea?- I asked again

-Her mother is Korean so she learned the language. Then she decided to move here to go to university- he answered just as we heard keys opening the door

-She's here?- I asked and he nodded

-I thought she wouldn't come back till eight. That's cool with you, right?- he asked

-Yeah- I said not really interested

Honestly, since Haeun had left my life, I hadn't been able to concentrate on anyone. Even less girls.

The door opened and I looked at her just for curiosity. The minute I laid my eyes on her I panicked. My heart started beating faster than ever and a sharp pain appeared on my wrist.

-Tae, I'm home- she said once she finished putting her stuff down

She looked up and her gaze froze on mine. She squinted in pain and looked at her wrist before realizing what was going on.

I slowly looked at my wrist and there it was. A little yin and yang symbol was engraved on my wrist and instead of feeling the happiest man alive, my body was filled with rage.

I stood up and walked towards her, stopping right in front of her to really see her. She was beautiful, I couldn't lie. But so different to Haeun. She was almost as tall as me, curves pn her body, green eyes, black hair and olive skin. An exotic beauty that my mind didn't want.

Despite having my heart run a thousand miles and my hands itching to touch her, I couldn't help but hate the situation.

I could see the shine in her eyes, the happiness they held, but I couldn't reciprocate the feeling. I looked down and grabbed her hand to look at her wrist for confirmation. There it was, the same symbol I had was printed on her wrist.

I looked at her again and saw her smiling, ready to almost throw herself in my arms and never let me go. My soul and heart were so ready to get to have her, but my mind was stronger.

-I don't want you- I said as cold as ever and her smile immediately deflated.

She wanted to talk but her words got stuck in her throat. I saw her eyes getting wet and I took that as my que to leave. So, I turned my gaze to Tae's who was looking at us with confusion and made my way to the door to finally leave.

Once in the elevator I leaned my back on the mirrored wall and sighed. With eyes closed, I let my body fall to the floor and my hands grab my head.

-What the hell is wrong with you?- was the first thing I heard when I finally picked up Tae's call

-Stop calling me- I answered, disinterested in the conversation

-No! You know how much she cried when you left yesterday?- he asked and I could hear the anger in his voice

I closed my eyes trying to dissipate the unwelcomed pain that overcame my chest when I herd about her crying and sighed when it started to fade away. I didn't know her and I didn't want her, there was no reason for me to feel pain.

-That's not my problem- I said and I heard him huff

-Are you kidding me? She's your soulmate, who else could it concern more than you?!- he said, furious at this point

-Don't call her that- I gritted my teeth when my heart jumped on my chest at the mention of her being my soulmate

I was so pissed. So mad at Tae for insisting, so mad at Haeun for having left me, so mad at myself for feeling what I was feeling towards a girl I didn't even know.

-Call her what? Your soulmate?- he said it again and I almost exploded in anger- well guess what, she is. So fucking get over it and fix this before I kick your ass- he said and ended the call

I huffed in anger and threw my phone on my bed, fighting the tears threatening to fall down my eyes, but failing. I choked on the tears and covered my face with my hands, gritting my teeth and trying to decipher my feelings.

A few months went by and my mind was still fogy with thoughts. Two days after Tae's and I's fight, he had called and apologized but told me he still didn't like my way of handling things. He had offered me to go to his house and fix things and despite my better judgement, I went.

Things didn't go well. I ended up getting so mad at them wanting me to forget Haeun that I left before the tears could fall from her eyes. Time after time, I went back to visit Tae but it would always end in her pleading for an explanation and me burning with rage.

One day, she told me she loved me...

-Jimin stop it, please- she cried while crunching my shirt with her tiny fists

-Just get over it, Luna! I don't want you, stop trying!- I yelled and grabbed her hands to pull her off me but she tightened her hold

-I'm not Haeun, I will never hurt you- she cried but I saw red

-How dare you talk about her like that!- I screamed and she cried harder

I finally managed to get her hands from me and started walking towards the door

-I love you!- she said and I stopped dead on my tracks

I could feel my heart flutter so much I thought it would burst right out of my chest. But I couldn't do this to Haeun...I couldn't...

-Baby- she sniffed and that hurt even more, made me feel so much pain

I loved the words that were coming out of her mouth. It's a pity I was so stubborn.

Without another word, I opened the door and left.

After that incident, I tried being as cautious as possible, but there were some days where we would see each other. Some days she wouldn't even spare me a glance, which honestly hurt a lot. I knew I was being a hypocrite, but I needed her to see me.

Some other days, however, she would look at me, get as close as she could without invading my space. Everytime I saw the pain and confusion in her eyes. She was slowly giving up on me, and despite my better judgement, I hated that.

Some days Tae would leave for the toilet and she would appear from her bedroom, looking as cute as she could and with puffy eyes, leading me to believe that whenever I came here, she cried. On those days, she would sit next to me on the couch, and tell me she loved me...

When Tae announced that he would go to the toilet, all I could do was wait and see if she would come out of her bedroom. She did, and I held my breath. I straightened, waiting for her next move.

She looked at me, looked at the toilet, looked at the kitchen and started walking towards it. Just when I thought she would ignore me, she turned abruptly and walked towards me, finally sitting down on the couch.

-I love you- she said and I physically had to hold my chest to prevent my heart from falling

I tried to say something, but my mouth wouldn't let me. I honestly didn't know why I was doing this, why I prevented her from coming closer to me, why I wasn't pulling her to me right now to hold her in my arms.

All I knew was that the thought of Haeun was still lingering in my mind, and my hatred towards the system taking away my love was still engraved on me.

-I just thought you needed to hear it- she whispered and stood up, going back to her room and never coming back again

I did need to hear it. I had had a fight with my mom earlier that day and her words were just what I needed to finally relax. How she knew I didn't know, because I hadn't even told Tae about it, but I was glad she sensed it.

More weeks went by, until one day, she kissed me...

I rang the bell of Tae's and Luna's apartment and after a few minutes, the door opened, showing Luna's beautiful face. Despite the jumps my heart did, I rolled my eyes and lightly pushed her away.

-Is Tae here?- I asked while getting in

-No...he went grocery shopping- she said and stood against the door

She was wearing leggings, fuzzy socks and an oversized hoodie that looked to big to be hers.

-Is that yours?- I asked while pointing at her hoodie

-It's Tae's- she answered and I swore I saw red

-What?- I asked while walking towards her and towering over her when I reached her

-Is...is that a problem?- she asked, a little intimidated by me

I wanted to say that yes, it was. That she couldn't wear other's guy's clothes. That she was my soulmate, not anyone else's.

I couldn't understand my own feelings. Sometimes I would want her as far away as possible and some other times, times like these, I would only want her in my arms, wearing my hoodie.

-Take it off- I demanded and she frowned

-Why?- she asked but I wasn't about to tell her the reason why

-It looks ridiculous on you- I lied and turned around to walk away from her

I heard her huff and follow me, stopping right when I did.

-Are you jealous?- she asked and my immediate reaction was to laugh (despite her being right), so I did

-Don't flatter yourself- I chuckled

She grunted and brought her hands to her face, rubbing the skin before bringing them to her hair to ruffle it. She looked at me again but this time the anger was gone to be replaced with sadness.

-Jimin, I don't know what to do anymore- she started, her eyes getting wet

-What to do about what?- I asked, already knowing what she was talking about

-About you! About this, us- she said while motioning between us- You're driving me insane, you need to tell me what's going on- she bit her lip to prevent her from crying

I couldn't stand seeing her cry again. Not again. Not after seeing her suffer so much just because of me. So I decided it would be best to stop her suffering.

-This is what's going on; I'm leaving- I said and took a step towards the door before she grabbed my arm

-Jimin, please- she pleaded and I almost melted at the sound of her voice, at how she said my name, at how she was looking at me with such pain in her eyes

-Luna, let go of me- I said as cold as possible but she tightened her grip

-Please, why don't you want me?- she stepped closer to me and looked into my eyes with tears in hers

I avoided her gaze and ignored the pain in my heart. It was screaming at me to tell her that I did want her but my mind was telling me to do the exact opposite.

-I know I'm not Haeun, but I'm your soulmate- she cried but at the mention of her name I grew angry

-I know you're not her. She was my first love. My one and only love- I clarified and she whimpered, but it wasn't out of fear. It was out of sadness

-Jimin- she choked and grabbed my cheeks with her hands

I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying the feeling of her soft hands, melting my whole being. I sighed when I felt her forehead lean on mine and her breath mingling with mine.

-Please, please let me in, baby- she whispered and I bit my lip to contain my tears

-No- I said but my tone was weak

-I love you- she said and she knew she got me when she said those words

No matter how angry or annoyed I was with her, whenever she said those three words, I always relaxed.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and before I knew it, she was kissing me.

My mind didn't even get enough time to acknowledge what was going on, when my body was already reacting. My arms wrapped as tight as possible around her waist and my mouth immediately opened to deepen the kiss as fast as possible. My body and heart just wanted to make up for the lost time as fast as it could.

She whimpered against my lips and tightened her hold around my neck, tilting her head and deepening the kiss even more. Her fingers were on my hair, her mouth was on mine, her heart was close to mine. She was everywhere and my heart was fluttering with happiness.

Finally, my mind took a little hold of the situation and made me separate my lips from hers.

-Wait, wait- I said but she whined in protest, joining her lips with mines again

-Don't fight this- she said between soft kisses- please let me be close to you- she breathed against my mouth and dived in again, kissing my with as much passion as before

However, my mind was starting to really understand what was going on, so soon, it took control.

-Luna- I said but she shut me up with her kisses- Luna, wait, wait!- I said when she finally let her lips part from mine- Stop it!- I yelled and grabbed he arms to peel them away from me

-Jimin, no- she said, knowing my hard self was back

-Why won't you understand?! I don't love you, I don't need you in my life!- I yelled and I could see something in her eyes break

Despite not saying the words back, I had never told her I didn't love her, because deep down I knew it wasn't true. So as I said the words and immediately regretted them, I saw the last ray of hope leave her eyes.

I was desperate. I wanted that shimmer to come back so bad, to tell her that I didn't mean it but words wouldn't leave my mouth.

-Jimin...- she said but I couldn't look at her right now

-I have to go- I said and didn't spare her a glance before sprinting out the door

So, here I was. In my room, crying my eyes out, knowing that I had lost the love of my life forever. Hating myself because my stubbornness wouldn't let me be happy for once. I had finally found the one I was destined to be with, the one that loved me unconditionally, but I had to ruin it. Like I always do.

Two days went by and I called Tae. I was desperate to know how she was doing.

-What- he spitted as soon as he answered

-Please tell me how she is- I pleaded and he huffed

-Come and see for yourself, asshole- he said and I closed my eyes

-Is she sad?- I tried again and bit my lip

-Are you kidding me?- he chuckled- I have never seen anyone in as much pain as she is in right now- he said and my heart broke

-Tae...I love her- I said and I knew he thought I was the most stupid human being in the world

I thought so to, honestly.

-Then fucking come here and tell her that! You told her you didn't love her right after she kissed you and then you left. Do you even have an idea of how painful that must be? I imagine Yoongi doing that to me and I swear I would break apart- he said, his voice strained by now due to his anger

-I...I'm scared. I was scared then and I'm scared now. What if she doesn't want me anymore?- I said with silent tears

-She does, you stupid- he sighed- she cries for you all day, she only wants you to come back and tell her it was all a lie- he said

We were both silent for a couple of seconds before he sighed.

-Please come talk to her. I can arrange something with Yoongi and leave the apartment for you two...just...please come fix this- he said and I could tell he was also hurting from this

-Okay- I said as soon as he finished talking

I knocked on the door with my heart on my throat and waited, fidgeting in my spot. I let out a deep breath and repeated in my head over and over again the speech I had planned for when I saw her.

However when she opened the door and gasped, my words got lost in my mouth.

-Hi- i said trying not to choke

-Hi- she said trying to sound cold but failing

She wasn't a mean person, even if she was hurt she couldn't be mean to anyone. I loved that about her.

I loved everything about her.

-Can I come in?- I said with my fingers closed together

Without saying anything, she opened the door wider and moved to let me in.

I walked in and stood in the middle of her living room. I let my thoughts fly and remembered the kiss we had shared a few days ago just in the spot I was standing.

I raised my head and looked at her, her eyes trained on the spot I was standing. I saw the melancholy on them but soon it vanished into nothing.

She cleared her throat and walked towards a window, leaning on it and looking at the night sky.

-Why are you here?- she asked, her voice small and her shoulders closing in in her to make herself appear smaller

She was protecting herself from my words. Words that she thought would hurt her and I hated myself for making her feel like that.

I took slow steps until I was next to her, leaning on the other side of the window.

-The night is beautiful- I started, not really knowing how to say what I wanted to say

-Like you- she answered, but as soon as she realised what she had said, she looked down

I opened my mouth slightly and looked at her, wanting to tell her that she too was beautiful. The most beautiful girl i had ever laid my eyes on.

But my words were stuck.

-You know...- I said waiting for her to look at me but she kept her eyes on the city

I lowered my head but kept talking.

-That soulmates thing...it really sucks- I said but I knew it came out wrong the minute she closed her eyes

When she opened them again, I could see the amount of pain I was causing her.

-Why are you here, Jimin- she said once again, turning to look at me

I bit my lip and stepped towards her, standing right in front of her and making her eyes widen. They looked up to mine and the surprise was evident.

My hand went to her cheek and I let my thumb caress her skin, feeling it get warmer under my touch.

-Jimin?- she asked, but I was lost in her beauty. Lost in her rosy cheeks dusted by the moonlight, in her big wide shimmery eyes, in her parted red lips. I was hypnotized by how she pulled me without having to do anything.

-You are beautiful- I said without even thinking about what my mouth was letting out

Her eyes opened even wider and a gasp left her lips. She raised her hands and fisted them on my jacket looking for support.

-What?- she whispered

-You are beautiful, baby- I repeated, the "baby" falling naturally from my lips

-Jimin- she gasped and tightened her hold on my jacket

-So gorgeous- I said, running my thumb on her cheek before tangling my fingers through her hair to bring her face closer to mine

Another gasp left her lips and her hands fell flat on my chest, letting her feel my fast heart beat.

-Luna- I said, closing my eyes and laying my forehead on hers- I'm sorry-

I felt her relax on my embrace, her breathing going back to normal.

I opened my eyes and saw hers closed.

-For what?- she asked, her eyes still closed

My other arm went around her and pulled her even closer, our chests against the other completely. Her hands went to my arms and held onto them tightly.

-I'm sorry I hurt you...I'm sorry I was such an asshole- I said, remembering all the fucked up things I had said to her just because I hated the system. Just because I wanted to love someone other than my soulmate and prove myself right.

It wasn't worth it.

-Someone as perfect as you doesn't deserve that- I sighed and rubbed my nose with hers

She exhaled slowly and opened her eyes, looking straight into mine.

-I love you- she said, making my heart almost fall out of my chest just like every other time she said it- do you love me, back?- she asked, hopefulness in her eyes and I couldn't let her down again. I didn't want to let her down again.

All I wanted was her in my arms, like this, forever.

-I'm in love with you, Luna- I said and I sweared her eyes sparkled just as bright as the stars above us

She smiled shyly and I bit my lip to try to stop my fond smile, but I couldn't. I was too happy.

-Are you sure?- she asked and I giggled, making her smile wider

-Yes, I'm sure, baby- I smiled and she bit her lip, trying to take in everything that was happening

-If I kiss you now, will you push me away?- she asked, actual concern on her tone

I licked my lips and looked down at hers. So beautifully shaped, so perfect to fit mine.

I kissed her without a second thought, my lips colliding with hers in the most desperate, sweetest way.

Her lips opened to let our mouths lock together and we stayed like that for a while, basking in the other's presence. I pulled away to give her a few pecks while bringing both of my hands to her waist and pulling her impossibly closer.

She smiled against my lips and I pushed my mouth closer to hers, not wanting to miss a single touch from them.

-Hold me- I almost wined, expressing how needy I was for her. How much I wanted her to hold me and never let me go. How much I yearned for her touch that I had been deprived of.

How much I wanted for her to claim me as hers and only hers.

She smiled and separated from my lips, wrapping her arms completely around my neck and bringing our faces close enough for our noses to touch.

-I forgive you, baby- she whispered and I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders

I whimpered at the nickname, not being able to control my need for her.

Her fingers went to my hair and brushed it, making me pliant in her arms.

-I'm already yours. Are you willing to be mine?- I asekd, feeling the most vulnerable I had ever felt

She smiled and brought the other hand that wasn't running through my hair, to my face. The tips of her fingers brushed through the skin of my cheek and traced the bridge of my nose.

She touched me and watched me with such adoration, I felt like I could never leave. Ever.

-I've always been yours, Jimin- she murmured and I could've cried- you just had to let me in- she said and brought her fingers to my lips

Out if instinct, I kissed the tips of them, feeling the soft skin over my lips.

She rested her fingers on my chest, feeling my strong heart beat and smiled.

She brought her lips back to mine for a soft kiss and I felt myself follow her once she pulled away.

-I'm all yours- she said against my lips

I opened my eyes and saw the sincerity in hers, her happiness in the sparkles in them.

-All mine?- I asked, just because I wanted to hear it again

-All yours- she nodded

I smiled and kissed her cheek, rubbing my nose against it afterwards.

-All mine. Only mine. My soulmate-

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years

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Nobody’s Perfect: Part 2

Pairings: David Harbour x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, & fluff

Word Count: 2,554

A/N: This story was an idea that came to me from an interview David did. The quote was “...I'm better at the fantasy of relationships than I am at the daily real life, but I'm trying to steer myself into a realist...” And this is the story I came up with. I obviously don’t know David therefore I’m using my first amendment right, here.... & since David reads fan fics... if you ever see this, love... well, I’m sorry....

Part 1

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“I don’t think I have had that much fun in years.” David said as he drove you back to your hotel. He chuckled and glanced over at you as he reached across the middle console of his truck and put his hand on your thigh. “Don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in years, either.” You pouted out your bottom lip behind a smile and looked at the giant Coke spot on your thigh by his hand.

“Yea, that’s ‘cause you didn’t get covered in snotty Coke.” He ‘awed’ softly as he picked his hand up off your thigh and laced his fingers with yours.

“I’m sorry but it was really, really funny.” You both fought to hide your laughs as he glanced over at you. “Shit shot straight out of Gaten’s nose.” You snorted a laugh and your hand flew to your mouth to hide your giggles.

“I thought he was going to die of embarrassment! You know, I think he has a little boy crush on Shannon.” He glanced over at you with his eyebrows raised.

“You think?” You nodded in response as you absentmindedly brushed your thumb on the back of his hand.

“For sure. He spent half the day showing off and the other half making sure she was watching to make sure she saw him showing off.”

“See, now I saw him making sure you were watching.” You giggled and looked over at him with a smile.

“I think you were the only one paying more attention to me.” He smirked and shrugged his shoulder as he pulled into the hotel parking lot.

“I plead the fifth on that one.” You let go of his hand as he pulled into a spot and parked his truck. With a small smile, you shrugged your shoulder and sighed.

“Well, thank you for everything.” He nodded and shifted in his seat to look at you.

“So when do you leave? Maybe we can sneak one more dinner in or lunch with your mom…”

“You don’t have to do that.” You said with a shake of your head. “I mean really, this has been fun and all but come on. How is this really supposed to work out?” His eyebrows flew to his hair line before furrowing at the bridge of his nose.

“How is it not? I mean, unless you’re married or something and didn’t tell me.” You giggled and shook your head.

“No, not married, but come on. You’re an actor. You don’t wanna date a nobody like me.”

“You’re not a nobody, (Y/N).”

“I beg to differ on that one.” You said gently as you started to collect your things from where you had tossed them on the dash.

“Wait, hold on.” He leaned over and grabbed your hand so you would stop trying to rush out the door. “What are you doing? I like you, sweetheart. You’re sweet and funny and kind. You’re absolutely gorgeous and can hold a conversation without saying ‘like’ or ‘um’ every other word. You actually want to get to know me as a person and not just as an actor.” He huffed a laugh and shook his head. “I’m not letting you just walk away from something that could be good for both of us.”

“David…” You breathed as you ran your fingers through your hair. “What if you leave here and realize you were just bored on your days off when you met me. Or… or what if I do something that embarrasses your image. What if I can’t handle the distance and I find someone else; what if I hurt you? What if my insecurities drive you crazy. What…”

“What if the sky falls?” He interrupted as he pulled your hand over into his lap. “What if I’m not some kid playing fucking mind games with you? You forget, I have a few more miles on these tires, honey. I’m not playing games anymore. You think you can damage my image? Sweetheart, I’ve been acting for years and most people don’t know who I am so I doubt you can do much damage as a self proclaimed nobody… which you aren’t to me, by the way, so you can stop saying that.” He reached up with his free hand and cupped your jaw with his rough hand. His eyes searched yours in the light from the neon hotel sign above his car and his head tilted ever so slightly to the side.

“What if right here, with me, is where you are supposed to spend the rest of your life? What if I’m supposed to be the man that makes you forget all your ‘what ifs’ for the rest of your life. What if you walk away from me right now and turn your back on all of those possibilities without even giving me a chance.”

“Wha…” You said weakly as he leaned toward you. Your eyes fell closed as he rested his forehead against yours. You felt his sigh float across your lips as his fingers curled in your hair at the base of your head.

“What if I kiss you?” Your subtle nod was enough of an answer to him and he quickly closed the short distance between you. Your breath left your lungs instantly as you reached up and lightly put your fingertips on the scruff on his cheek. His lips were softer than you imagined and you couldn’t stop the breathy whine that escaped from your throat. He took advantage of the tiny gap in your lips and slid his tongue across yours as he pulled you impossibly closer to him. Everything in that moment seemed to slow down and speed up at the same time and faster than you would have liked, he pulled away to catch his breath.

“What if that was your last first kiss?” He whispered as his gorgeous blue eyes stared into your soul. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips as you slid your fingertips up his cheek and laid your palm flat on his jaw.

“Then it was the best last first kiss I could ever wish for.” He smiled, leaned forward and gave you a chaste kiss. His mouth parted for him to say something but you cut him off. “Do you wanna come up? Not for sex, it’s just… well it’s probably gunna be a while until I see you again and I wouldn’t mind falling asleep with you at least once.”

“I think I can agree to that. Your mom won’t mind?” You shrugged as you forced your eyes off his and glanced at the clock on the dash. A mischievous smile spread across your cheeks as you looked back at him as innocently as possible.

“She’s still out so she won’t have much say to it if we accidentally fall asleep watching a movie. If anything, she wakes us up when she comes back and tells you it’s time to go.” He chuckled and kissed your nose.

“I like the way you think, darling.” You giggled as you sat back and started collecting your things again.

“I have to admit, I am an evil genius sometimes.”

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Your heart pounded in your chest a little harder than normal as you meandered through the hundreds of people at La Guardia airport. You couldn’t help but nervously bite your bottom lip and you pushed your glasses up your nose as you gripped the strap of your purse so tight, your knuckles were white. At that precise moment, you couldn’t put your finger on why you thought flying to New York three days after Christmas for New Years was a good idea. Sure, you were seeing your boyfriend for the first time in almost two months but that didn’t stop you from being anxious with so many people around.

“(Y/N)!” You looked over toward the familiar voice and a wave of relief washed over you. You couldn’t help but giggle as you ran over and jumped into David’s arms. He laughed as he wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you tight. “You’re here.” You nodded as you buried your face in his neck with a smile.

“Finally.” With a nod of understanding and agreement, he set you down on the ground and gave you a passionate yet chaste kiss.

“Fuck… even though I talk you every day on the phone, I didn’t realize how much I was going to miss being away from you.” He kissed you once more before lacing his fingers with yours and leading you toward the baggage claim carrousel. “Good flight?” You nodded and leaned into his side as you walked.

“Long. First class is interesting though.” You glanced up at him with a smile as you bumped his ribs with your shoulder. “You didn’t need to spoil me like that.”

“I can, and I will when I want to.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you came to a stop in front of the carrousel. You put your arm around his waist and rested your head on his side as you sighed a content sigh. “Sooo I have to confess something.”

“Is this going to be a regular occurrence with you?” You teased as you glanced up at him through your lashes. He ignored you as he rubbed his hand up and down your arm.

“My mom really wants to meet you. She’s a little jealous that I’ve already met your mom and she says that’s just not fair… so she made my dad stay in town an extra day so she could and I wasn’t allowed to tell you.” You picked your head up slowly and turned toward him. He smirked and looked up at the ceiling to avoid your scrutiny.

“Really? David, I’m in a button down, flannel shirt that’s two sizes too big that I think has a small hole in the back, yoga pants and Ugg boots that don’t match my outfit. I don’t even have make up on, my contacts are in the bottom of my luggage and my hair…”

“So they gets to see the real ‘you’ and not you trying to impress them.” He interrupted. “Trust me, they’re gunna love you.” You growled as you grabbed your battered, teal suitcase off the carrousel as it passed.

“Please tell me they’re at least waiting at your house so I can have a cigarette and put some…”

“You can have a cigarette but no to the make up because you’re even more beautiful without it.” You sighed and shook your head as he took the suitcase handle out of your hand. “You worry to much, (Y/N).”

“You at least looked good when you met my mother.” You reminded him as you laced your fingers with his free hand. You glanced up at him quickly and smiled. “Then again, a little make up…” He gently hit your side with his wrist and the two of you chuckled.

“Smart ass.” You waited until you got in his car to smoke and ended up chain smoking three during the drive. Your boyfriend simply laughed at you as you bombarded him with questions about his parents and checked your appearance in the mirror at least ten times.

“Baby, calm down.” He laughed as he reached over and closed the visor as he pulled up in front of his building. “You’re starting to make me nervous.”

“Yea, you only get one first impression with your boyfriend’s parents, sweetheart. Sorry for being nervous.” He sighed as he pulled up to the curb and put his car in park.

“I have faith that my mother will love you as much as your mother loves me.” He reached across the middle and gently grabbed your chin so he could turn you to look at him. “If I didn’t think you could charm the pants off of them, I would have told her she had to wait. But I know she’s going to love you as much as I… i-yee-yiii…” Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes widened. You could see the slight hint of panic in his eyes as and awkward blanket began to settle over the car. “Shit.”

“I love you, too.” You said gently with a reassuring nod of your head.

“Oh, thank God.” He pulled your chin toward him a little roughy and crashed his lips to yours. You smiled against his lips as you cupped his jaw in your hand. He pulled back and sighed with a smile on his face. “I love you. Not the way I wanted to tell you but I said it first, ya hear?” You rolled your eyes as he kissed you once more and turned off his car.

“Yea, yea.” When he got out of the car, you took the opportunity to check your reflection in the mirror once more. With a sigh, you pulled the two sides of the messy bun on the top of your head and flipped the visor up. You grabbed your purse and stepped out into the freezing New York air with a shiver. “Damn, could it be any colder?”

“Oh, this is nothing.” David laughed as he gestured to his building. “It’s supposed to drop at least ten degrees between now and the New Year.”

“Well then I ain’t going outside for that. I like my ass right where it is not froze off. Oh!” You glanced back over your shoulder with a smirk as your boyfriend’s eyes trailed up from where he just swatted at your ass to your eyes.

“Yea, I like it there, too.” You told him to behave as you stepped aside and let him and your suitcase into the building in front of you. He chuckled to himself as he headed upstairs and paused as he got to his front door. “Just be yourself, OK. They aren’t staying long.” You nodded and took a deep, steadying breath as you ran your hands nervously down the front of your shirt. He bent over and kissed your forehead lightly before opening the door. “We’re back!”

“Oh yay! Finally!” You smiled at the woman who came around the corner from what you had to assume was the living room as you set your purse down on the ground by the door. Karen paused and put her hand on her heart as she glanced up at her son. “Oh, David. Those pictures you showed me do this woman no justice.” Your face flushed bright red as she walked the rest of the way over and gave you a tight hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, (Y/N). I’ve heard so many good things about you.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well. All I’ve heard is all the terrible, rotten things a son says about his mother.” She laughed as she put her arm around your shoulder with a nod.

“With this giant brat, that doesn’t surprise me one bit. Come, let’s get you out of the foyer and get you warmed up.” You glanced over your shoulder at your boyfriend and he simply smiled and nodded. With a smile, you let Karen lead you into the living room so she and Jon could grill you and get to know you before they had to leave that night.

Part 3

#David Harbour x Reader #Nobody's Perfect

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macabrecabra · 7 years

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Could you write something where Reapers nanites are shutting down and he doesn't have much time left so he tries to say good bye to everyone he cared about? Any ship is fine I just want some Reaper angst with a hep of redemption and or happy ending?

I actually got two prompts about dying Reaper so... was kind ofgeneral with this one as I can only fit so much in a short ficletprompt ; w ; (Note: still not taking Overwatch writing prompts,trying to clear em out so I can focus on finishing longer fics,one-shot collections in other fandom, and aquawatch asks c:)

Title: Settling AffairsRating: PG

Relationship: More the platonic sorts;focus on Soldier 76 andReaper friendship

It had been so long since Reaper had remembered what fear feltlike.

Since his apparent “death” and “rebirth” into a beingcompletely unnatural to the cycle of life, he had not felt fear.Bullet wounds meant nothing. Disease could not harm him. Even thepangs of hunger and thirst were a distant memory of the past. Lifehad become merely an existence for so long. It had taken a whilebefore he had started to try and actually live again.

Slowly but surely, he had been picking up the pieces and puttingthem together. Yet fear had never been an emotion that had returned.Not until now as he looked down at the report in his hands, ignoringMercy's sympathetic gaze. The prognosis in his hand mocked him with asingle word.

Terminal.

“Winston and I are trying to find out why your nanites havebegun to shut down, but from preliminary scans, the process mightstart to accelerate soon,” Mercy began quietly, “Two weeks atmost but we will do everything we can to stop the cycle.”

Reaper didn't speak, only continued to stare down at the prognosisin his hands, the paper crinkling under his grip as it tightened.Maybe it was karma for his crimes despite the fact he had done hisdamnedest to try and make up for it. As soon as he had figured outhow to be happy again, here it was, a slap in the face once more toremind him that happy endings didn't come true.

His hands clenched and he crushed the paper into a tight ball,both arms trembling as he rose to his feet, “Don't tell anyone,”Reaper finally said, glancing towards Mercy, “Don't tell a goddamnsoul,”

“Reaper, I know this is a lot, but at least tell-” Mercy beganonly to jump when one of Reaper's hands slammed into the side of theexamination table.

For a moment they stood there in silence before Mercy let out asoft sigh, shoulders sagging in defeat, “I won't tell any of them.Not unless you pass away. Then I will. At that point they deserve toknow what you were keeping a secret,” she finally said, frowning,“But I don't agree with this course of action Reaper,”“Ifthese are to be my last goddamn days, I don't want it wasted on pityand everyone telling me to hold onto hope,” Reaper spat, “I wantmy last days to be normal, understand?”Mercy nodded as sheglanced away, “Still, at least Genji should know. He would neverforgive you if you never told him. McCree and Sombra as well. Both ofthem would probably dig you up to scream at you for keeping this fromthem,”

That caused Reaper to pause for a moment and the fear in his chestreturned with an all consuming sadness and guilt. Genji was not goingto be happy if he told him or not but he didn't want these last weeksof life to be colored by that tragedy, not for him. It would bebetter to leave a memory unmarred behind. McCree would beenraged either way, as would Sombra. Both of them would probably becursing his name for a while for holding it back, but it was betterthat than having them drag him around on mad schemes to try andprolong his time on this earth. He didn't want to spend his last daysin a hospital room. He would have to find some way to go out and dosomething with the two of em that didn't heighten their suspicionsthat he was saying goodbye. Reaper stepped outside theoffice, mind already heavy with all the affairs he needed to handle.There was so little time left now.“And I guess you werejust going to figure none of us would be noticing you suddenlystarting to make last minute amends?”The rough voice causeReaper to stiffen, glancing to the old Soldier who leaned against thewall, arms crossed. His hands clenched silently at his side as hestared at Soldier 76 for a long moment before finally speaking.“How long have you been there?”“Was coming into ask Mercy for something to help me sleep and overheard the wholething.”Soldier 76 pushed himself off the wall, eyeingReaper critically, “Is this going to be another time where you areneeding help and hide it from everyone and try to deal with it onyour own? Just like before?”“I don't plan on theheadquarters blowing up this time,” Reaper growled back. Jacklet out a quiet laugh at the response, a crooked smile spreadingacross his face, “I don't think even Junkrat would help you if heknew you were about to die. Even that brat has grown fond ofyou.”“Keep it to yourself what is going on.” Reaper'sshoulders tensed as he stepped closer to the other veteran, “I'mnot going to end up some pity case.”“I hope not. From myexperience, when everyone thinks you are going to be dead or dying,you end up pulling yourself up from the bloody dead more times than acomic book hero,” Jack chuckled, his expression softening. “And Iexpect this time to be no different.”“Mercy said it wasterminal. The nanites in my body are shutting down,” Reaperresponded flatly. “Unless you are going to pull a miracle out ofyour ass, Morrison.”Soldier 76 gave a shrug, straighteningup, “All I am saying is we have the best hacker in the world, anomnic monk, and the youngest and most talented engineer in the worldcombined with a brilliant scientist and world-class doctor. I'm justsaying, if anyone is going to work a miracle with nanites, it isgoing to be that group.”Reaper tilted his head, letting outa hoarse chuckle, “When you put it like that, maybe I have achance.”“Either way, I wouldn't tell anyone, not justyet. Not when in a few days something might turn around.”Soldier76 clapped a hand on Reaper's back and for the first time in a longtime, the mercenary didn't draw back from the show of companionship.Instead he simply raised a hand to put his own over Jack Morrison'sletting out another chuckle and gave a shake of his head, “Evennow, you always have a hero speech of hope to give, don't you?”“Oldhabits die hard I suppose. That or I'm getting even more sentimentalin my old age.”“Or more senile.”Jack gave aslight roll of his eyes at the comment but the slight smile neverleft his lips as he pulled away from the mercenary, “Either way, ifyou are a dead man walking, I don't suppose you would care for anight of drinking with an old friend, would you?”“A finaltoast is it?” Reaper asked, crossing his arms.Soldier 76smiled and gave a small shake of his head,“More like just catchingup on a lot of years lost between us.”

Beneath the mask he wore, Reaper allowed himself a smile. “Fineby me.”

#Overwatch #Overwatch Fanfiction #Shipping Snacks for Hungry Shippers #Platonic friendship #Reaper #Gabriel Reyes #Jack Morrison #Soldier 76 #terminal illness #sad feels #but hopeful feels #friendship

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Playing with Fire- Part 1

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Demons weren’t supposed to fall in love. So why did you feel so strongly towards him, a demon hunter?

Genre: Demon/Assassin AU, angst

Word Count: 1937

Parts: 1 // 2 // ?

A/N: This was originally supposed to be a one-shot prologue thing, but I decided to split it up into parts because why not~

There was something about late night walks that bothered you. Even under a sky of stars, you couldn’t help but feel lost. The cold air sent chills through your body, and as heavy as your jacket was, nothing could compare to the warmth of a human. You had experienced that many times, but each time had lasted less than a night.

By nature, you were supposed to despise humans. But by choice, you trusted them more than your own kind. Demons were dangerous and deceptive. And you hated that you were guilty of being exactly that.

Thanks to your human-like appearance, most humans weren’t even aware of the existence of demons. Surely you wouldn’t be welcomed anywhere if people knew what you actually were. But anyone who knew about demons was either dead, or a hunter.

You stopped for a moment to look up at the sky, not knowing what you were looking for. Was it support? Acceptance? Love? Love… You were certain demons couldn’t even feel love. That was one thing that separated demons from humans.

Just then, a piercing scream echoed from a nearby alley. Immediately, you followed the echoes. It was a demon’s instinct to run towards danger rather than away from it.

From a distance, you saw what appeared to be a man and a lady. The lady ran up to you before fainting at your feet. When you looked up, you saw the smirking man right in front of you.

“Wow, look what I found,” he said through his sharp teeth.

You just stared back, unamused. Yeah he was a demon, but you could care less about that. If anything, you felt bad for the guy because he didn't know who he was messing with.

“What, you’re not gonna say anything?” he asked.

You shook your head and smiled devilishly at him.

“Then I guess I have your consent.” Just as he lifted a hand, you heard a gun shot from behind you. The bullet grazed the skin of your cheek and hit the demon head-on. You examined the bullet that was pierced into the demon’s skull. A diamond bullet, something only a demon hunter would possess.

You whipped your head around to find a gun pointed in your direction. Your heart stopped. It was a dark-haired boy with the coldest eyes you’d ever seen.

“Thank you, kind soul.” You jumped. The lady who had fainted got up and held your hands to thank you for saving her before heading out of the alleyway. In the corner of your eye, you saw the hunter lower his gun.

As you let out a sigh of relief, the sharp pain in your cheek became noticeable. You pressed your palm to your cheek to stop the bleeding. At the same time, the hunter dealt with removing the demon’s body. You watched as he lit a match and threw it onto the body, disintegrating it in an instant. He turned and looked at you.

There was something in his eye that was both dangerous and inviting. He took a step towards you as you took a step back, but eventually, you let him approach you. He put his gun away, and instead took out a medical kit.

He used one hand to lift your chin and the other to spread medicine into your wound. The medicine stung, but you were surprised at how gentle a hunter’s touch could be. His warmth comforted you and eased the pain. While he placed a bandage on your cheek, you glanced at his face, only a short distance from yours.

Though only for a moment, your eyes met his, and your face grew bright red. You couldn’t believe how flustered you were by him, a human. Demons weren’t supposed to be attracted to humans, and you never once were until that moment. You could’ve sworn you heard about something like this before. Love at first sight?

“Why didn’t you shoot me too?” you asked, shaking yourself from your disoriented thoughts.

“Do you have a death wish?” His voice was more soothing than threatening.

You shook your head. “I just thought hunters were supposed to kill any demon they saw…”

“Not all hunters are like that.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “But if you give me a reason to shoot, I’ll do it.” He gave you another look before leaving in the opposite direction.

You wanted to stop him and at least ask for his name. But instead, you let him walk away.

His hand softly brushing your cheek. His low, calming voice. His cold, yet incredibly handsome face. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about the boy. The logical part of you turned off. In your mind, he was someone who would take care of you, trust in you, and love you unconditionally. You didn’t understand. How could you have these thoughts and feelings about someone you didn’t even know the name of? And he was a hunter. So why did you feel so safe around him? None of it made sense. But somehow, your heart was made up on him.

“Are you okay?” A pair of wide eyes blinked at you. It took you a second to pull yourself out of your daydreaming and back into the cafe where you sat with a cold cup of coffee.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine.” You gave a reassuring smile to the cute boy with something oddly familiar about him.

“That’s good.” He smiled back. “I was a little worried.”

For a moment, you believed him. That he was concerned about you. But you noticed the desolation in his eyes and the way they followed you closely.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to worry you.” You played along. “I was just thinking about someone…” For some reason, you felt the need to mention that detail.

“A lover?” The boy’s eyes widened once more as he tilted his head.

“Not a lover… But maybe someone I want to know?” You blushed, not knowing why you were telling this to a suspicious stranger. “I only met him last night, but… I don’t really know how to explain it…”

“Sounds like a crush to me.” He took out his phone and texted something.

“He really was perfect.” You couldn’t control your smile. “It almost feels wrong to feel this way.”

“Why would it feel wrong?” He set his phone down to observe your smile.

“I never thought I’d have these feelings for someone… like him…” It felt good to say it out loud, even if the boy didn’t care about your feelings.

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, though.” The boy’s eyes relaxed a bit.

A sudden jolt of energy alarmed your body. You could sense another demon not to far from where you were. You glanced at the boy, who also seemed to know what was going on.

The window next to you shattered, allowing a demon woman to make a dramatic entrance.

“What’re you doing with a demon, Taehyung?” She looked at the boy and then at you. “We’re dangerous, aren’t we?”

You didn’t answer her.

“Where’s Yoongi?” She looked disappointed. “I wanted to say hello to my favorite hunter.”

The boy gritted his teeth.

“Maybe I needa cause a little trouble for him to show his face!” She jumped in front of the boy and started an electric current from her hands. Before she could do anything more, you blocked the boy and glared back. “A demon defending a human? That’s a first.”

You lit up your own hands with black fire.

“Black fire?” She stepped back and raised an eyebrow. “So you’re Y/N? It’s an honor.” You could tell she was growing a little uneasy despite her efforts to remain tough. “We’ll play some other time, Taehyung. Tell your brother I said hi, though.” She vanished into a spark of light.

You let the flames die out as you looked over to the boy filled with rage.

“Taehyung, what’re you doing, you idiot?” A familiar voice called out. Without looking, you knew exactly who the voice belonged to. “I told you not to get involved.”

You turned around as quickly as you could and blushed at the sight of the hunter. There were so many things you wanted to say to him, but you knew it wasn’t the best time to do so yet.

“Yoongi, I just-” the younger boy said, avoiding eye contact. Yoongi. You kept replaying that name in your head.

“You could’ve been killed.” Yoongi shook his head.

“But this is the demon you’ve been looking for, isn’t it?” Taehyung pointed at you. Your eyes widened. He had been looking for you? Did that mean he felt the same way you did? “So why don’t you shoot already?”

Your heart dropped. What were you expecting? Obviously, it’s a demon hunter’s job to kill demons. You were probably just another name on his to-do list.

“Killing every demon in sight isn’t going to solve anything.” Yoongi sighed.

“So you don’t care about Jimin?”

“Taehyung.”

“Well?”

“I told you not to talk about that.” The hunter’s voice lowered. “And you’d be dead if this demon hadn’t saved your ass. So shut up.”

“Whatever.” Taehyung walked the other way. “If you die because you let the wrong demon live, it’s not my fault.”

After the younger boy was completely out of sight, you peered over at Yoongi, who was already looking at you.

“He’s got a point, you know. Demons shouldn’t be trusted so easily.” You gave a warning, but every part of you wished to have his trust.

“You’re wrong if you think I trust you.” He took a step in the opposite direction. “I’m just returning the favor.”

“Then let me earn your trust,” you called out to him. You couldn’t just let him walk away again. That would be a mistake.

“You want me, a demon hunter, to trust you, a demon?”

You nodded. “If it’s you, I’d be really happy.”

He took a moment before responding. “Why?”

“Because…” Your cheeks grew flushed with rose. “You’re the only one I want.”

“What.” Yoongi turned around and narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t understand it either, but somehow I just know.”

“Do you really not understand those feelings?” He moved closer to you.

You shook your head. The closer he got to you, to less you were able to think straight. You were too distracted by the way his eyes locked with yours.

When he stood right in front of you, you shifted your eyes to the ground. You could still feel his eyes on your blatantly red, heated face.

“Is it really my trust that you want?” He pressed a hand against your cheek right where your wound was. It felt even more sensitive than it had before. “Are you sure it isn’t something more?”

You lifted your head a little and focused on his lips as he spoke. He parted his lips with his tongue in such a lustful way and smirked when he caught you looking. You couldn’t tell what his intentions were. Was teasing you or just testing you? All you knew was that you had a strong desire to feel his lips against yours.

Yoongi leaned his face closer to yours, and you felt yourself drawing closer to him as well. You had never felt so desperate for anyone or anything. The feelings that had been so unclear to you now made sense. He was right. What you wanted was definitely more than trust.

Just before your lips touched his, Yoongi stopped.

“If this is what you’re after, go find someone else.”

A/N: I think there will be about one or two more parts to the prologue lol why is this a multi-part prologue??, but in the distant future, I would like to make this a full series, so look out!

#yoongi #bts #yoongi x reader #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts angst #demon au #assassin au #yoongi fanfic #playing with fire #bts requests #admin cinnamin

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setoangel01-fanfiction · 7 years

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Happy Valentine’s Day, Ash

Fandom: Sing 2016

Pairing: Johnny x Ash (Jash)

Rated: T

Chapter Summary: Johnny takes Ash out for Valentine's Day to cheer her up - things go a bit differently than either of them expected.

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"You didn't have to do this." Ash reiterated for what may as well have been the thousandth time that night.

"I know, but I wanted to." Johnny answered exactly like he had all those aforementioned times before.

Ash bit her bottom lip in a failed attempt at ignoring the strange glance she'd received from the waitress who had to wait for her to put the glass down before refilling her soda. Once the dark substance reached the brim, Ash reached over; grabbing the cold drink in her hand and taking a long swig of the sweet liquid if only to ignore the look Johnny was giving her over his menu. She adjusted in her seat; plaid red dress itched like fucking crazy and she regretted allowing the guy across from her to convince her to wear it.

Rolling her eyes a bit at his curious glance in reaction to her movement, Ash put aside those notions when she looked at him again. Begrudgingly having to admit he looked very nice if a bit out of place. Bright red button up shirt, black tie and jeans were a far cry from his normal green sweater and signature leather jacket.

Pushing that distracting thought aside, Ash grabbed a roll and began nibbling on the buttery bread as she tried to forget that she was even here and why she even agreed to this at all…

For clarity's sake, today was the most dreaded holiday of all -

Valentine's Day.

Even when she was still with Lance, she hated February 14th almost as much as she hated any other commercial garbage. Suffice to say, her ex was never one to be romantic in the least - didn't buy her cards, flowers, chocolates or any other cliche shit like the cheap asshole he was. The most he ever did for the holiday was reluctantly foot the bill for their cheap dinner at the local fast food joint down the street.

For Ash, Valentine's Day was yet just another day in her hellish life with a boyfriend who never cared for her one bit.

It didn't help in the least having to see all the happy couples smooching and hugging. Girls with their bouquets of flowers and big boxes of candy that constantly surrounded her that day even when Lance would barely hold her hand in public. Mostly walking one step in front of her to assert his idea of dominance and bring the point home, that according to him, she was merely backup.

Of course, it didn't mean she exactly wanted those cheesy things but it would be nice to feel somewhat appreciated at least occasionally - even if it was only one lousy day a year to be treated as more than just his hot little background singer - but that wasn't the case for her.

To make a long story short - Valentine's Day meant jack squat to her.

For some odd reason, she'd been even less happy since post-Lance and post-competition. Ash thought she'd feel more independent and empowered by this point. Treat herself to a nice dinner and buy her own damn box of chocolate to bury her sorrows in but she found herself skirting away from that idea almost as quickly as it infiltrated her subconscious. Ash preferred to sit alone in her apartment like a sad sack; watching anything that didn't have to do with the couple's holiday…

That is until Johnny knocked on her door (in practically a suit mind you) and asked her to join him for dinner.

Ash just stood there blinking at him for a long time until it dawned on her that the gorilla was indeed as serious as a heart attack. Yeah, it wasn't the first time they went out as friends but it being the holiday where couples go out to eat and such rubbed her the wrong way. Suffice it to say, it wasn't as if she didn't think about Johnny in that way - even she'd reluctantly admit, under the threat of death only, that she had a bit of a crush on him.

But that was the thing - Who didn't?

Hell, even their resident powerhouse, Meena, had a blatantly obvious crush on him that Johnny either didn't notice or ignored. Ash believed it was the former even if it was obvious she was like a little sister to him. Point was - everyone's eyes typically lingered a bit too long in most cases when the guy would perform - he drew attention by either singing with that powerful soulful drawl or doing nothing more than being his normal sweet self.

Johnny seemed to have his own gravitational pull.

In the long run, it would be easier to find a person who didn't have a crush on the guy.

Johnny just oozed positivity and gentleness - who wouldn't be completely attracted to that?! He was basically the perfect boyfriend/husband material bundled with good looks and the sweetest demeanor you could ask for.

So, who cared if he made her heart flutter and palms sweat; knees go weak when he was around. Gentle, soothing voice calming her like nothing else could. The way he always had such kind things to say and always worried for her welfare when no one else had given much a crap about her before…

…that didn't mean anything…did it?

Ash would even admit that he was the whole package - handsome, fit, kind, gentle, sweet, and had a gorgeous accent and voice (not to mention a nice ass) to boot but after her prick of an ex made her life a living hell, she wasn't exactly willing to throw herself back in the market again so soon.

Lance's betrayal still felt far too fresh to just jump right back into the dating scene.

Ash decided that she would rather explore who exactly she was first - spend some time on herself and learning to be alone for a change - but sadly, that didn't help either. She found herself depressed within months after their last concert and during the rebuilding; the music and songs she wrote leaning onto much darker subjects and feelings she'd suppressed a lot of during the competition. Betrayal, heartache, and pain she still had to work on getting out but it had gotten to the point where even Buster had noticed this was way beyond her typical teenage angst. Against everything she wanted, he suggested taking a break to "re-evaluate her life" as he called it. That koala was as honest and salty as they came.

The week off was probably the worst idea ever.

Holing herself up in her apartment and being forced to think about the sad state of her emotional status. After her writing and singing "Set It All Free", having a good career and friend's support, and especially and being rid of the toxic bastard for good, she thought she'd be in a better place emotionally.

Yet now she had to deal with the fact that since she wasn't now allowed to go to the theater, she couldn't just ignore all the calls pouring into her phone. Blocking his number didn't even help for now that she was home, Lance started showing up unannounced to her apartment at all hours of the day and night, which was sure to drive anyone up the wall.

It wasn't exactly Lance just being there and knocking like crazy - it was what he began to say through the door that angered her more than anything…

"I know you're in there!"

"Ash, babe, c'mon, I said I was sorry. How many times you gonna make me say it?"

"Let me in - I promise, we'll just talk."

"Give me another chance - I even got rid of Becky for you!"

"You did one freakin' concert! Even if you got your 15 minutes of fame and some decent gigs, you'll still never find anyone better than me…"

That last one killed her yet she never bothered to dignify him with an answer.

Ash abhorrently loathed the certainty and smugness in his voice that made her want to swing open her door and punch his stupid face in. How dare he insinuate that she of all people needed a douche-nozzle like him back in her life…

She reasoned with herself that Lance's latest reappearance yesterday was the only reason she agreed to Johnny today. She desperately clung to that connotation even as she dug out the only red dress (per his request) from her closet. She threw it on without even bothering to put on make-up or wearing a decent pair of shoes all while he waited for her in the living room.

Johnny still didn't seem to care about her lack of trying when she walked out of her bedroom.

Instead, he just smiled at her like normal before taking her to one of the nicest restaurants in town without nary a word on her haggard appearance…

"What are you thinking of ordering?" Johnny's pleasant accent infiltrated her ears, suddenly breaking her out of her inner turmoil.

Ash shrugged.

"I dunno…it's all kinda expensive." Ash finally said - her frugal nature dying a hard death as she stared at the double digits of all the entrees. She had to spend wisely to scrounge by while Lance wasted her hard-earned money. Her ex was like a sponge; forcing her to work menial jobs to get by on rent, bills, etc. Causing her to always be the responsible one; saving every single penny to survive - now here comes Johnny willing to shell out big bucks just to make her feel special on this shitty holiday wasn't making her decision any easier.

"I told you - no looking at the prices. It's my treat." he said and the sugary sweetness leaching out of his mouth made her teeth ache.

Ash just "hmm'ed" in response; re-reading the specials before landing on something she'd been craving for awhile. A dish she used to get when her parents (when they were still married) used to drag her to fancy restaurants like this.

"In that case, I'll get the lobster." she was halfway teasing just to see the horrified expression on his face from the mention of a $40 entree, but it backfired.

Johnny just smiled; his canines on proud display as he nodded at her choice.

"Sounds good."

"...Seriously?" she couldn't help but mutter out, almost choking on a piece of dinner roll in the process.

"Yeah. You should definitely get that. I've never been fond of seafood but lobster is delicious - from what I remember anyway. Only had it once as a lad still living in England." he spoke like he did all the time. Accent airy, light, sweet and always finished with a fabulous smile.

God, this guy drove her freakin' crazy sometimes…

Ash's eyes were wide and shocked but Johnny didn't seem to mind as he went back to glance across the menu. She was about to say something but the waitress returned before she could utter a single syllable.

"How is everything so far?" the waitress asked, giving her a half grin before she purposefully gave a big, sultry smile to Johnny and for a reason unbeknownst to her, that really ticked her off more than it should have.

Ash didn't really care that countless women flirted with Johnny wherever they went…but after awhile, it began to get on her last damn nerve.

Especially considering how damn naive Johnny was to all of it…

No, she didn't exactly have the right to be mad for all intense and purposes, her and Johnny were basically "just friends" but still, when you're out to dinner with someone, especially on Valentine's Day, that should mean something. Like don't fucking make eyes at a man when he's having dinner with another girl, but apparently, this chick didn't get it. Johnny wasn't technically friend-zoned - even if she wasn't crazy about the offer of a candle at dinner or all too aware of the fact she had a chronic condition of resting bitch face - so the damn waitress shouldn't have picked up on that or assumed otherwise…

"It's great." Johnny replied, not even noticing when the employee's green eyes skirted to his body longer than what was necessary.

"Wonderful. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." the woman said with what to Ash sounded like a purposeful innuendo…

Ash was surprised at herself; suddenly shook her head as if to rid herself of her obsessive thoughts, adamant to stay silent for she assumed she was perhaps being overly dramatic or just seeing things. But those thoughts flew out the window when the waitress suddenly caressed a slim paw across Johnny's broad shoulder as slyly as possible - as if she was shooing away a bug or something but Ash knew better.

Biting her tongue, Ash pushed those thoughts back - perhaps there was a reasonable explanation - maybe she just recognized him as the cute British-accented singer from television but the longer the cheetah glared unnecessarily long at Johnny, Ash began to further doubt it.

That look on her face was more of wanting to mount him (or the other way around) than wanting his autograph…

"So…are you ready to order?" the waitress continued with an unnecessary roll of her tongue.

Aw, hell no…

"Hey, how about we get more rolls here first?" Ash asked the tall, slim woman.

Empty bread basket dangling out of her fingers as she stared up at the woman; being sure to give her a less than pleasant smile as she interrupted whatever the flaunting bimbo was about to purr out next.

"Oh. Yes, please." Johnny intervened a lot more polite than the hussy deserved to be addressed but Ash let it go.

"Of course. I-I'll be back to take your orders." the waitress, whose name tag said Savannah, spoke before giving one last lingering glance to Johnny before she disappeared into the back room; thin tail swishing behind her. If Ash wasn't mistaken, her scrawny ass should not have been sauntering that much…

Not even aware of the dirty look she was sending the disappearing waitress til Johnny spoke up.

"Is everything alright, Ash?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah." Ash shrugged off his confused glance with a lazy smile.

Johnny didn't look all too convinced, but as usual, he just accepted it in that laid-back way of his.

"You sure you wanted more bread? You might get full before the meal even arrives."

Of course he was the level-headed reasonable one…

"Nah. I didn't eat much today, "she lied, "I can pack it in when I want to."

Dammit, why did that sound sexual? What the hell was wrong with her brain tonight?

"Alright. Whatever you say." Johnny replied with a deep chuckle tickling his throat as he placed the menu aside to take a drink of his tea. He was not helping the British stereotyping she constantly teased him about…

About to retort with a well-timed quip when Savannah returned; bread basket piled high with more rolls and she placed them gently in the middle of the table.

Ash was careful to sense a bit of irritation reeking of her in waves, yet didn't say anything as the annoyingly elegant and graceful woman pulled back to reach for her notepad.

"What can I get you?" Savannah asked, her almond shaped green eyes flicking over to Johnny.

"Ladies first." Johnny replied, gesturing to Ash and the waitress sent a smile her way even if wasn't half as bright as the one she sent Johnny earlier.

"Of course. My apologies. What may I get for you tonight, ma'am?"

Ash cringed at the moniker but answered anyway.

"I think I'll have the lobster." she requested, slipping closed the leather bound menu with a satisfying thwack. She flinched at the sudden wind in her face; she was far too used to reading off an illuminated menu at a fast food joint. This all still felt so weird…

"Alright. Roasted red potatoes and corn on the cob alright for the sides?" Savannah asked, scratching the pen lightly on her notepad; not really even bothering to spare the porcupine more than a quick glance. Ash felt the sudden desire to kick the woman in the shin.

"Yep." Ash replied, placing the menu back down before taking another languid drink of her soda. Inwardly cursing that she was still not legally old enough to drink alcohol - she'd never been more tempted to break out her fake ID more than ever tonight..

"For you, sir?"

"Um. I think I'll have the sirloin - medium well, please."

"Great choice." the waitress replied and Ash cringed at the not so subtle smile she flashed him. "What sides would you like with that?"

"They all sound so good! What would you suggest?" Johnny asked.

Why did he have to be so damn friendly?

Savannah made a big production of getting closer to him, peering over his wide shoulder before speaking, "My favorites are the garlic mashed potatoes and asparagus." she finished, languidly pointing to the options with her pen as she spoke. Her arm lingered over his a bit too long much to Ash's annoyance.

"That sounds wonderful. Let's do that." Johnny replied while handing her the menu.

Ash carefully noticed the shy smile the waitress sent him and if anything, her blood just boiled further.

"Perfect. I'll get your orders sent back. Anything else you need?"

"For you to kindly fuck off…" Ash muttered internally, the words desperate to escape but she also didn't want this chick spitting in her food or something.

"Nope. Thanks a lot." Johnny was all too accommodating with his bright white smile that the cheetah eagerly returned.

"Of course. I'll be back." she promised before disappearing into the back again.

"...don't bother, lady…" Ash muttered under her breath into another warm buttered roll.

"What?" Johnny asked. The poor naive soul.

"Nothing." Ash replied, wiping her buttery fingers on the cloth napkin atop her crumb-strewn lap. "So…you regret asking me here yet?"

The confusion and surprise on his face was almost comical, "What are you talking about, Ash? Are you not having a nice time?"

"It's alright. Not exactly my scene but-" she trailed off with a shrug and groaned at how her bothersome dress bunched up around her waist when she did so. Not even embarrassed anymore as she made a big production of yanking it down.

"It's not necessarily mine either." Johnny replied with a laugh; nervously adjusting the tie around his neck; if she knew any better, he looked rather uncomfortable in his clothes too. "B-But I thought you deserved to be treated nice today and this fit the bill - also, this was one of the only restaurants in town that still had reservations open."

As sweet as it sounded, it rubbed her the wrong way.

It felt too much like pity since she had been feeling like utter shit lately and Johnny was a good (…great…best) friend who probably picked up on that before anyone…it still didn't make it any less irksome.

"Johnny. I gotta ask you something." Ash stated before her brain could really catch up.

"Of course. Anything." he replied while taking a sip of his drink.

"Why the actual fuck are you doing this?" she asked, holding back a snort when he suddenly spat out a bit of his tea onto the table the second the curse left her lips.

"Excuse me?" he sounded so offended as he wiped off the remainder from his mouth with the white cloth napkin.

"Listen. I appreciate the sentiment, I really do. But who are we trying to kid? Even if we're making decent money now, this isn't for either of us." she said a bit louder than intended, ignoring the sudden stares of their fellow diners.

More happy couples to bother her…just peachy…

"I know that and I told you a dozen times already, I wanted to do this for you." Johnny reiterated as he had all night - displaying the same calmness he always showcased.

"You're still not answering the 'why', Johnny." Ash clarified, leaning back in her chair in hopes the earth would open up and swallow her whole. Why couldn't she just keep her mouth shut for once? She could have just eaten and enjoyed the damn lobster, but no…she had to play twenty questions instead.

"Do I need a reason to want to ask you, my best friend, out for dinner?"

Ash cringed at how he said it but answered anyway.

"'Friends' don't do this for each other. C'mon, Johnny, we've known each other for awhile now... I mean, yeah, I appreciate you trying to drag me out of my funk lately, but I don't know…I just…I don't get it - you could have asked someone else. Someone who might have appreciated it more and you could have had a lot more fun than you're probably having with me, and - " Ash tapered off, hands subconsciously reaching for another roll when Johnny suddenly reached across the table and placed his hand over hers before she even got close to the basket.

"I am having a good time with you - like I always do." he spoke clearly.

Ash froze; eyes wide as she stared at his large hand over hers; fingers enveloping her small paw and his palm felt so wonderfully warm against her slightly chilled skin.

A slightly frustrated sigh left his throat before he began to speak.

"Listen...I-I never wanted to push you, Ash." Johnny spoke; his voice escaping in a hushed whisper and she couldn't help but lock eyes with him across the table.

Ash was sorely tempted to pull her hand away; push those lingering doubts about her real feelings for Johnny aside but for some reason, her hand refused to budge. Fur prickling on the back of her neck when his thumb brushed ever so gently over the back of her hand.

"What are you talking about?" her mouth moved without her permission but the words came before she could stop them.

A part of her was terrified.

For so long, she knew where she and Johnny stood - best friends on the edge of perhaps something greater but never delving off that cliff. Instead, they hung out - going over to each others respective places to watch a movie or bum around, maybe practice a song or two, but she was not at all prepared to think of it further when Johnny suddenly let out another languid breath before continuing.

"Ash…I-I've never really hid how I've felt about you. At least, I tried to be transparent in that sense…" Johnny whispered with the barest hints of a shrug and it was so incredibly boyish that it had her heart accelerating in her chest. Feelings she cared not to ponder long arose in her and Ash bit the inside of her cheek to feel anything other than them.

Ash did not want to have this discussion.

Refused to believe the whole time how many hints Johnny always dropped. Disregarding how he never treated other girls the way he did her; even when it came to going out but she was adamant it was only as friends. Never wanting to get wrapped up into something she had no idea how to handle anymore. She didn't want another repeat of Lance - a cute guy reeling her in hook, line, and sinker. Her ending up falling for it like so many times before for the dude to just cheat on her and use her for his own selfish gain…but one thing always bothered her to acknowledge…

Johnny was not Lance.

"You know I'd never force you into anything you don't want, Ash." Johnny admitted, hand gently squeezing hers as his other scratched nervously at the back of his head. "I never wanted to be too forward or make you uncomfortable with asking you out officially so soon after your breakup. You know that's not who I am. If you want honesty, Ash, the reason I asked you here tonight is because I thought you deserved a nice Valentine's Day…" Johnny explained before his hand was gone.

For some reason, she hated how unbelievably cold she felt now - as if in those few moments she'd felt sun for the first time after a seemingly endless harsh winter…

Ash was left utterly speechless for what had to be the first time in her life.

If Lance had ever showed kindness to her, there was always another motive or he needed/wanted something in return. True unconditional kindness was nothing she was used to - didn't totally know how to handle it when people were just doing something out of the goodness of their heart. Always putting up defenses in fear of being hurt was who she had become - and for now, the walls stayed if only to preserve that part of herself.

"I…I'm sorry if it seems as if I had different intentions. I swear I did not. I didn't want you to think we have to date now or something."

"Yet you showed up at my house in a tux." Ash muttered out.

"...Perhaps I wanted to persuade you to get out of the house for a bit. I hated seeing you cooped in there since Buster banned you from the theater. I-I just wanted you to have a nice time." Johnny wasn't looking at her now, eyes steadfast on the table where he worried the cloth between his thumb and index.

"...So, is that what all those other times were too? You know, the movies, pizza at your place, and even the arcade? I don't recall being down in the dumps then…" she asked and a half-smile formed when instantly, Johnny's face flushed.

Why did he have to be so damn cute when he was embarrassed?

"Like I said before…I never wanted to push you into anything, Ash." Johnny shrugged before meeting her eyes again. "You told me how your ex never treated you right. Always pushing you to the side as if you were better in the background. I hate to say it, but when you told me that, I'd never been angrier at someone before in my entire life ."

Ash's eyes widened in utter shock and her wall began crumbling.

"For that bloody wanker to treat a beautiful lady, such as yourself, so rudely is downright despicable." Johnny spoke with such hardened conviction - even barely concealed anger - and her heart started to beat frantically against her chest when she heard it lacing that normally calm voice.

It only dawned on her now that Lance never called her beautiful - it was always just "Ash", "babe", or the worst one by far, "you're super hot" he coined only when he was really drunk.

Lance never referred her to with such refined terms…

She had little time to contemplate it further when Johnny continued to speak.

"What he did to you wasn't right and a part of why I did this was to show you how you should have been treated… Treasured. So, yes, maybe I had a bit of a selfish motive for wanting to spend this day with you…but…" Johnny tapered off; eyes once again lowering as if ashamed and it broke her fucking heart to pieces. "I-I understand if all of this is just fruitless for me and really, that's perfectly okay. I just want you to be happy, Ash. That's enough for me."

The softness he spoke with. How a true gentlemen spoke and how she never bothered to admit it before. Everything Johnny had done; whether it be calling her up at the most random times just to see how she was feeling, bringing over food or a new movie to watch on weekends. Always spending time with her to cheer her up and she did appreciate having him around her house.

The stifling loneliness actually drifted away during those times…

Now, here he was - baring a heart so pure and leaving it on the table. The ball in her court. To either just accept his friendship - Johnny would never push her for anything further. Or to see beyond the kindness he portrayed; the boy who had been perusing her for awhile without her caring to comprehend it at all. He didn't blatantly ask her for a date or kiss; just was there as a constant friend who was willing to wait for her to realize the amazing opportunity she had right in front of her this whole damn time...

As she sat there and looked at him, it seemed to hit her all in the chest at once…

What the hell was she so afraid of?

Before Ash had any time to really think of what to do, say, or even how to react, apparently her body decided for her. Seeing that sadness on Johnny's face that didn't belong whatsoever, Ash moved; desperate to erase that expression from his face as quickly as possible.

So, in this pretentious, flamboyant restaurant filled with dignified people, Ash suddenly climbed atop the table much to Johnny's (and the fellow customers) shock. Dark soda knocked over and spilling across the pearly white canvas in the process as she made her way over to Johnny.

The sound of the table jostling and glass hitting the table with a thunk caused Johnny to look up. Wide brown eyes lifted to hers in obvious confusion of what exactly was happening yet before Johnny could even utter a word out of that cute mouth of his, Ash shut him up with her own.

The shock of feeling's Johnny's mouth under hers was shocking to say the least - for damn, did it feel a helluva lot better than those previous times the unwarranted thoughts flitted through her brain. Her hands were less than gentle as she grasped onto the fur on his cheeks and tilting her head against his mouth.

Ash became instantly aware of two things in that moment - One, this had to be Johnny's first kiss for he didn't know what the hell he was doing. Two - she didn't care because it felt that amazing.

It was sloppy; his mouth completely unsure as he maneuvered to try and perfectly fit it against hers. Ash couldn't help but smile against his lips and pull him closer out of sheer need to have his warmth closer. Large hands trembled only for a second as they skirted firmly over her hips before grasping lightly onto her sides and back and holding her tight as she grasped onto him.

Ash was so lost in the sensation of his mouth that she didn't even care that her annoying dress again rode up; she was just happy she'd worn leggings.

Her quivering legs gave out after a few more moments; her knees hitting the hard table were ignored as she deepened the kiss. Ash learned yet something else in this small chunk of time - Johnny was a notoriously fast learner. She suspected if he could learn the piano that fast, his kissing skills were no different. He began returning it more intensely - seemingly uncaring they were now essentially making out in front of a group of strangers.

Neither wanted this moment to end but eventually, their kisses ebbed away to soft brushings of mouths and eventually pulling back enough to shyly glance into each others heavily-lidded eyes.

"Ash…?" Johnny muttered breathlessly; his warm breath skirting pleasantly over his face. There was so many questions in just him breathing out her name but she didn't care to answer them right now.

Instead of responding verbally to him, she leaned in to kiss him again - desperate to taste his lips again.

"Just take that as a yes." she spoke once she reluctantly pulled away and the shy smile he gave her had her chest aching in the best way.

"You mean…we can…date?" he asked.

"Would I have kissed you in a packed restaurant if I was going to say 'no'? And if it's any consolation, I never kissed Lance in public."

"I suppose not." he shrugged.

"It's a resounding yes but only on one condition, Johnny."

"Uh. Sure. Of course. What's that?"

"Never bring me here again."

"Heh." the relief that flooded his face was almost comical, "No problem. There's an awesome burger stands an uncle of mine owns that a lot better - won't empty your wallet either." he answered with a chuckle and grimace as he pulled at his tie again, "Best part - no dress code."

"Then what the hell are we doing here? Can't we just leave this stuffy, lame joint and go there?"Ash groaned; feeling now so out of place in the restaurant full of chandeliers and people in clothes that cost more than a few months of her rent. It was only now that they realized that they indeed were not the only two people in the world.

"Heh. You're right." Johnny chuckled and seemed to just now notice every single patron's eyes were still glued on the couple - including the stunned waitress standing by their table with a pitcher of tea.

"Uh… Check please." he timidly continued, face as red as a tomato and Ash couldn't help but laugh.

Walking out of that restaurant felt better than it probably should have.

No, not everything was perfect but it shaped up to be a much better day than either could have anticipated. Ash took a moment to glance up into the gray winter sky as the snowflakes began gently falling to the earth. What seemed so depressing this morning was now calm and rather beautiful to her now. Who would have thought all you needed was a little change in perspective to see the world through a whole new set of eyes?

Ash let out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding when Johnny's hand suddenly moved to grasp hers.

The nip in the air didn't seem as bad when his warm hand enveloped her own. She took a moment to glance up at him; black blazer rather fetching on his frame even if it was a bit too big. Red shirt now had the first few buttons undone and his tie was dangling over his shoulders. She smiled in picturing him rooting through his dad's and uncle's closets just to find something suitable to wear in order to take her out to dinner. More amazingly was how he openly admitted it; so endearing on how much work he'd put into this whole plan of his.

How it ultimately paid off for both parties involved…

"Happy Valentine's Day, Ash…" Johnny spoke; hand gently squeezing hers in a firmer hold. The breath leaving his mouth coiled around his face until it disappeared into the grayness of the cold air. His kind brown eyes crinkling around the edges as he smiled at her and it was now she knew she would never get tired of seeing that smile.

"You too." Ash chuckled before walking closer to his side to rest her head on his forearm.

Smiling beside herself as she took a deep breath of the fresh winter air surrounding them during the slow walk to his uncle's restaurant. A feeling of complete warmth and happiness she hadn't felt for a long time settling permanently in her chest.

Yeah, as cliche as it sounded…perhaps from now on, Valentine's Day (and pretty much every day in between) wouldn't be so bad anymore.

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Faith | 6

Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 2,600 (short, but good)

Genre & Warnings: Angst, fluff. Smut free chapter.

Notes: One more official chapter left. Maybe a Namjoon POV if y’all want it. I might be able to be talked into drabbles if you’re nice.

Silence.

That’s all you’d heard from Namjoon for the past week. He wasn’t answering the calls or texts you’d sent, although you knew that he’d at least read them. There hadn’t been any sightings of him on the gossip channels either. It was like he’d disappeared, but you knew he was probably at his Mom’s or the hotel. You’d considered trying to stop by the room, but you’d envisioned horrible enough scenarios to talk yourself out of that. You also knew that appearing at his Mom’s when even his family didn’t know about Faith would just make the situation worse. So you backed off. You knew he’d come to talk to you when he was ready.

Still, the waiting was not easy.

Even knowing that Namjoon would never do something like snatch Faith away, you still thanked the powers that be for you having a job in a daycare where you were able to keep an eye on her at all times. Even if Namjoon himself wouldn’t do it, there were still plenty of people around him that very well could.

You were so upset with yourself. All of this could have been avoided if you had been less of a coward and trusted him a little more. At the same time, you were still a little happy he’d gotten to fulfill his dream and live his little rich and famous lifestyle without baggage. At least now, if he forgave you at least, you’d be able to go forward without worrying about him thinking he’d missed out on anything.

You sigh wearily, reminding yourself to buck up and focus on work. Snacktime was not a good time for self-reflection.

“Come on, Monkey.” You pick up Faith and strap her in booster chair next to you, setting out her apples and cheese. She munches away, happily unaware of the drama happening in her life. God, you hope Namjoon chooses to at least want to see Faith. This little girl would be so blessed to have a father like him.

Your phone vibrates, and you take the chance to look at it, quirking an eyebrow when you see that it’s from Keisha’s Instagram. She’d followed you last week, no doubt to try and keep tabs on you, and you’d followed her right back to show you weren’t afraid. You don’t know why you bothered to check the update right now other than morbid curiosity. It was probably just yet another selfie that was 75% boob.

The picture is of her in a familiar looking bed, the sheets drawn up to just barely cover her, but low enough to tell she wasn’t wearing anything under it. She was grinning smugly into the camera. You inhaled sharply when you realized that she wasn’t alone. It was just the back of him, but there was Namjoon. He was shirtless and turned away from her, most likely asleep, but the implications were clear. And by Keisha’s expression and the fact that she posted such a photo publicly, she wanted you to see it.

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The rest of your day went by in somewhat of a blur. You finished work and drove home. Took the dog for a walk around the complex. Fed and bathed Faith. Got her to bed and asleep with minimal fuss. When everything else was done you sprawled across the couch and stared at the television. You couldn’t focus enough to watch anything, but it was better than silence. Snoop jumped up and settled between your legs, staring up at you with a gaze that suspiciously looked like sympathy. Great, even the dog knew you sucked.

Just as you’re about to give in to your exhaustion and doze off, a knock sounded at your door. The pattern was familiar, and you couldn’t help a quick fond smile over how music was so ingrained into his soul even his knocking was a catchy beat. You release a tense breath before unlocking the door and open it to reveal a very rumpled looking Namjoon.

“Hey.”

“Hi. You wanna come in?”

“Sure. Cool.”

You open the door wider to allow him to come inside, cringing inwardly at the awkward beginning. Still, at least he was here.

Snoop made his presence known, jumping all over Namjoon and knocking him over onto the couch.

“Hey there, little man. Jesus, you’ve gotten a little chubby, huh? Mom’s been feeding you well?” Namjoon chuckled as Snoop rolled onto his back and demanded belly rubs on his admittedly bigger than usual tummy. Although that could be blamed on Faith, who thought it was hilarious to throw her lunch on the ground for him to eat.

Namjoon sighed, patting Snoop one last time before turning to you.

“Is she asleep?”

“Yeah. I try to have her in bed by eight every night.”

He nods, looking nervously at his hands.

“That’s good. I’d like to see her, but this makes it easier to...talk.” Namjoon ruffles his hair and sinks into the couch a bit. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“I can at least start by saying sorry. I know it can’t erase anything, but I truly am sorry. I made a decision that affected you without your knowledge, and that was wrong of me. I shouldn’t have let my fears of what might happen influence me.”

You plop onto the other side of Snoop, grateful for the little buffer to help calm your nerves. Namjoon thinly smiles at you before nodding.

“Thank you. I’m still hurt, and it’s probably going to be hard for me to trust you like I used to, at least for a while. But, I had a lot of time to think this past week, and I think I understand your reasoning. I don’t think that would have happened with us, though. You were my whole world, and you having my child would have made me the happiest person alive. It would have just motivated me to work harder. I’m probably always going to be a little upset with you for the time I lost with her, I’m not going to lie, but I think we can move past this. I want to try.”

Your stare at Namjoon in shock, hope trying desperately to fight its way into your heart.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m mean I’m as in as I ever was. I want you, all of you. I want to marry you and be a father to my child. Maybe give you a few more.”

You blush wildly, the image everything you’d ever dreamed. But...

“What about...I thought you’d gotten back with Keisha?”

“Oh, you mean that picture? Naw, she got someone to give her a key to my hotel room and posed while I was asleep. Creepy as hell. Told her that too. And now thanks to Trey, I don’t have to deal with her at all anymore.”

“How so?”

“Trey was getting ready to release his debut album. He’s really talented, and I’m really excited for him. Apparently, he offered to give her a verse and let her be in his MV. She dropped me so fast it was hilarious. She got off the phone with him and said, “Sorry, Nam Nams. This could be it for me, you know. It’s been real.” Then she just waltzed off. I mean, I knew she didn’t have any actual feelings for me, so it’s not that much of a surprise. I’m just sorry for Trey because now his debut’s success is reliant on her not fucking up.”

“So, just like that? She’s gone? Seems...I don’t know. A little anticlimactic,” you frown. The woman you’d met seemed like she’d fight until the end.

“Babe, this is real life, not the movies. Did you expect her to melt after throwing water on her? Or, what was that one lifetime movie you made me watch? The sister drugged the husband until she was knocked up or something and then she tried to kill the wife?” Namjoon chuckled, looking at you fondly.

“Yeah, okay. I got it,” you roll your eyes, before taking a deep breath as you felt some of your burdens fall right off your shoulders. That was at least one worry done. It still seemed too good to be true, but maybe Namjoon was right, and you just watched too much damn television.

“She went where there was the most chance for her to get famous. That’s all I was for her, and I knew that.” Namjoon shrugged.

The silence that followed was pleasant now, comfortable. Snoop reveled in the attention as the two of you pet him while you collected your thoughts.

“So what now?” Namjoon finally asked softly. You glance up and meet his eyes, eyes that were surprisingly full of hope and want. God, you did not deserve this man.

“I think that should be up to you. I’m the one that messed up here, so I will take whatever you can give,” you tell him hesitantly. You wanted to tell him you wanted everything, all of it, your entire soul belonged to him. But you’d lost the right to demand anything. You’d happily do whatever he wanted.

“We’ll take it slow at first then? Date a little, get to know Faith. I still have a couple weeks here that we can use to figure things out. I’d like to eventually let my family meet Faith. I kinda already blurted out her existence to them the other day. They are excited about her.”

“That sounds reasonable,” you nod. Fuck, his family probably hated you now. It was such a shame because you adored them.

“So...how much touching is allowed when one is taking it slow?”

You gape at Namjoon, surprised to find him wearing that look. The look that was so filled with dark promise and love. You wanted to weep because you’d thought you’d never see it again.

“Once again, up to you,” you responded, your voice thick with unshed tears.

“Cool. Get your ass over here and cuddle me then,” Namjoon smirked and gently pushed Snoop off the couch, hauling you closer so you were draped on top of him. He wrapped his arms around you, practically crushing you to his chest. The both of you released contented sighs as you just relaxed and enjoyed each other, watching the television silently.

“Are you staying the night?” You finally ask after about a half hour, knowing you needed to ask now as you were dangerously close to falling asleep.

“If that’s alright. I’d like to meet Faith in the morning.”

“That sounds good. Cuddle in the bed then? I’m too old to sleep on the couch.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon says quietly, but with a little soft smile that showed off one of his dimples.

You jump up and hold your hand out to him, pulling him into the room and the exact bed that you’d once shared. His snores soon brought you the best nights sleep you’d had in that bed since he’d left.

You were finally awakened when the sun was hitting you right in the face. That struck you as odd for a moment, but you couldn’t remember why.

You kept your eyes closed but slowly sat up, stretching your arms and arching your back. You managed to crack your eyes open a bit and looked around, your mind finally starting to catch up with you.

The sun in your face was weird because it had been so long since Faith had let you sleep past six. It was always dark when you started your day. Which led to you realizing that Faith was not in her crib and you didn’t hear her.

Namjoon wasn’t in your bed either.

You shot up and jogged out of the bedroom in a panic, not really sure what it was you feared yet, only to freeze once the dining room comes into view.

Faith is in her high chair, giggling and covered in different colored globs of food. Namjoon is sitting in front of her, also covered in food, but making up some rap about the wonders of fruits that she seems to enjoy enough to open her mouth for another bite.

“Good morning,” you snort as you grab some wipes out of the nearby diaper bag and stalk towards the pair.

Namjoon is absolutely beaming as he smiles at you, and Faith smacks her lips in demand for a kiss, which you give her after wiping her face a bit.

“Morning, babe. She woke up a few hours ago, and I wanted to let you sleep in. I think she likes me. Aside from our battle to figure out what baby food she likes. Which, we decided that the peas suck.”

You laugh and eyeball the chucks of hardening green stuff all over his shirt.

“I can see that. You have to trick her. Give her a toy to distract her then shove a spoonful in there.”

“That’s sneaky but smart.” Namjoon chuckles then waves another spoonful of applesauce towards Faith, who accepts it without a fight.

“She also let me change her diaper. I think I put it on wrong, but so far she doesn’t seem to mind. Wasn’t as gross as I thought it would be.” Namjoon bounced happily as he told you all of his accomplishments. You sneak a peek towards Faith’s seat, and sure enough, the diaper is on backward.

You snort and bump him with your hip. “You wanna see gross, you should have seen her newborn diapers. I thought I’d killed her when black stuff came out of her. Didn’t read about that happening beforehand,” Namjoon’s look of horror made you giggle, and you walked towards the kitchen to start your coffee.

That was already made. And also surrounded by four open containers of baby food, obviously rejected.

You shake your head fondly and make yourself a cup before leaning with your back against the counter, watching the two.

You wanted to cry because it was so perfect. Namjoon was so very happy just being able to do something as simple as feed his daughter, so proud of himself. He was so good with her and she seemed to like him just as much. That you’d nearly messed things up so much that you would have never gotten see how cute they were together made you want to sob.

“She’s probably going to need a bath because we both have peas and weird pasta stuff dripping off of us. I can take care of it if you want? I promise not to break her,” Namjoon asks earnestly, watching you with big eyes as Faith further dirties herself with the unattended spoon of applesauce.

You laugh and wave him towards the bathroom.

“Have at it, handsome. I’ll make breakfast. Waffles okay?”

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

Namjoon picks up Faith and comes over to kiss your cheek. The vision of two adorable dimpled smiles shining down on you with happiness fills your heart with joy.

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