#joshua fanfiction
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strawberry icing on your lips 🍓 - svthub valentine’s day collab
tags/warnings: fluff for the first half, smut for the second half, a bit of pwp, boyfriend! shua, female! reader, baking at home, lots of kissing, fingering, nana tour inspired, shua’s kinda a flirt in this one heh
word count: 1.45k
notes: hey besties! happy love day and i’m beyond excited to share my first svthub collab work! this valentine’s day collab was hosted by the amazing @wongyuseokie thank you supporting us! 🥰 please check out the other author’s works as well! :) this is my next biggest work for shua after private dancer, so i hope you all enjoy! to my lovely valentine @gyuhanniescarat i hope you enjoy reading and i love you have a safe and beautiful valentine’s day & carat day! 🥰
“okay, flour, eggs, milk.. what else are missing?” you ask observing the ingredients in front of you, moving them around to make sure nothing was hidden.
“are the strawberries on the table? oh man, we almost forgot the butter too!” your boyfriend remembers walking to the fridge, reaching for the said items.
you and your boyfriend joshua have been together for three years and the two valentine’s days you’ve spent together have been nothing short of wonderful. for the past two years, you’ve gone out on valentine’s day, but after he came back from a recent europe trip, both of you decided to stay at home this year. you wanted to give him some time to relax and get readjusted to being back at home.
in recounting his europe adventures, he told the story of the time he took a cooking class in rome. he made four different pastas from scratch, all with delicious sauces and wine pairings. hearing joshua tell you of his experience with the excitement and joy made your heart swell, which led you to an idea.
“hey josh, instead of going out this year, why don’t we make our own dinner at home? it sounds like a lot of fun from what you just told me. ooh! we could even bake something too! i’ve been looking at a ton of new recipes lately!”
your boyfriend sweetly laughs at your enthusiasm and kisses your forehead, “let’s do it then! we’ll have a nice candlelit dinner at home this year.”
back in the present, you two have finally gathered all the ingredients to get started with your dessert course - vanilla cookies with a strawberry cream icing. since dinner wouldn’t take as long to make, you decided to get the dessert portion out of the way first.
“hmm let’s see, i’ll work on the flour mixture first, do you wanna work on the icing?” you ask joshua, setting the stainless steel bowls out on the counter. “sure! can you pass me the heavy cream and sugar?”
soon, a comfortable silence surrounds the kitchen, the two of you working side by side, mixing and whisking ingredients together. there is one moment where you accidentally reach for the butter at the same time, gently laughing together as joshua rubs your hand, admiring your soft, delicate skin. you can’t help but blush at the feeling of his hand on top of yours.
more time passes and now, you’re working on molding the shape of the cookies together. joshua is just about done with the icing as well, testing the ribbons of cream as it drips off the whisk and back into the bowl.
“babe,” he turns his head toward you, still focused on flattening what is now your sixth cookie. you hum in response, not looking up just yet. “can you taste the icing for me? i think it’s done, but it might be missing something.”
you finish molding your cookie and quickly grab a spoon from your utensil drawer. you scoop a small bit of icing on the edge of the spoon, nearly melting at the sweet taste and smooth texture of the icing dancing across your mouth.
“josh, this tastes so good!” you exclaim happily, scraping a bigger spoonful this time, giddy as ever as you put the spoon to your mouth again, loving how everything combined to make such a delicious icing. “you did amazing baby! it has the right of amount of sweetness and everything!”
this time, joshua can’t help but blush at your continuous flow of praise, but he also couldn’t help but get hot from watching you taste the icing - your cute lips pressing together and the humming you made the second time you taste tested was not helping the rush of blood that went down to his body.
joshua quickly notices that you have a little speck of icing left on your lips, quickly seizing it as an opportunity to give into temptation and get his hands on you.
“hey baby, you have a little something right-“ he drags out the last word as he holds your jaw with his right thumb gently, his soft, gentle lips meeting yours. the kiss takes you by surprise, but you quickly melt into your boyfriend’s touch as you tilt your head to give him more access inside of you. the two of you establish a rhythm for a few moments until you pull away first, slightly breathless and a pleasant, heavenly daze taking over your body.
“there,” joshua finishes, chuckling as he holds you by your waist, lifting you up so you can sit on the edge of the counter. he swipes his left thumb across your lips and licks his own while you watch, the motion sending arousal down your spine.
he doesn’t hesitate to kiss your neck soon after, quietly moaning as his lips nibbled on your body’s sensitive spots. you push your bowl full of cookie dough to the side as joshua’s hands come underneath your tank top, roaming your soft skin.
with ease, he takes off the piece of clothing, lips moving from your neck to the center of your chest. this time joshua becomes bolder, letting his tongue get some action as he licks and sucks on the space between your breasts.
“sh-shua.. shua, o-ohhh,” you moan out louder this time, wanting him to hear how good he’s making you feel. you’re so caught up in the pleasure that he was giving your chest that you don’t even notice his fingertips walking along your thighs, then underneath your skirt - and eventually to your panty line.
before you can even say anything, joshua’s fingers pull the waistband back and let it go, snapping against your waist. you gals and bite your lip in pleasure as your body goes slightly forward and joshua smirks in return. his fingers continue to tease at your panties, the pink lace nearly making him form heart eyes in front of you.
“you’re so pretty for me,” he breathes out, dragging your panties to the side with two fingers. “always, so, so pretty,” he repeats as he slowly inserts another two fingers inside of your core, chuckling at how wet you already are.
“coating my fingers and i haven’t even started with you yet,” he scoffs. “just a needy little girl, aren’t you?”
“only for you,” you whine back with doe eyes. “only you make me this wet.”
“good to know,” he smiles as he starts pushing his fingers in and out at a steady pace, your whines becoming more breathy and high pitched. “mmmm, more, shua - please, more…” you request, eyes starting to glisten like diamonds.
“i’ve thought about this before.. taking you down in the kitchen, especially while i was away taking those cooking classes.. just even imagining you pressing up against me while prepping the ingredients was enough to get me hard,” joshua confesses. “seeing you get so excited over the icing, i couldn’t help my myself baby,” he softly smiles as he holds you by your chin again and kisses you, this time, his fingers making a circular motion inside of you.
whatever noises you release now are deep inside of his mouth, craving for more of him as you entwine your tongue with his once again. you feel the pressure in your body start to build, knowing that you were going to come soon.
joshua then begins a scissoring motion in your pussy, the highest pitched noises you didn’t even know you could make were pouring out of your mouth like a river. you were practically panting joshua’s name out now, begging for him to make you come, promising you will come like a good girl.
after one particularly good thrust, you release all over his fingers, coating them in your deliciousness. you pant into his chest, leaning forward as you take in his scent again, trying to regain your breath, but not wanting to come down from the amazing high.
“i don’t know what tastes better, you or the icing,” joshua teases when you sit up, looking into his eyes.
“you flatter me,” you playfully roll your eyes as you hold his hand, turning around to take a look at the clock. “well, we still have some time left before we actually start cooking the main course.. did you wanna-“
before you can even finish your sentence, he hoists you up again, and laugh, legs immediately wrapping around his waist as he walks you to the bedroom.
“i haven’t even done half the things i wanted to do with you yet this valentine’s day.. c’mon my pretty girl,” joshua swoons, moving your hair from your eyes. “dinner can wait just a bit longer.”
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— something borrowed and something blue.
joshua hong x gender-neutral!reader; fluff, established relationship!au.
it’s with a sheepish smile and a hand tucked inside his pocket that joshua hong places the ring on the counter.
it’s a thin band of pale rose-gold. mock ivy, cut painfully carefully, curls around the frame—a startling likeness to the branch of ivy that creeps up the walls of his childhood home, out in the garden. the vines come to rest around a bright diamond. he had got it made three months ago, back when the idea of settling in and living life with you forever became more of a concrete structure and not a mere wooden foundation.
it’s a beautiful ring—and that’s why joshua can’t fault the jeweller for looking at him like he’s probably insane.
“sir?” the store owner asks as placidly as possible. “may i know the reason for returning the ring?”
“it’s still within the warranty period, right?” joshua shifts from one foot to the other, still sporting that same sheepish smile.
“yes, yes, of course, but—” there’s a twitch to the jeweller’s eye that wasn’t there before— “was the ring not… satisfactory enough? did you face any problems? was it not cut to the correct size?”
“oh. um. no—not that i can tell,” joshua says mildly. “the ring’s pretty much perfect.”
he lifts his head up when he hears the sound of laughter ringing outside the glass windows of the jeweller’s shop. it’s a familiar tone, but if joshua could hear it over and over again on loop, he would. what a sap, you’d say if he told you, and then you’d pull him down for a kiss, laughing against his lips. the thought makes him smile.
“—issues with the warranty. sir?”
joshua looks back at the owner, sheepish smile replaced by a more fond one. “sorry, i zoned out. could you please repeat what you said?”
“i was asking about keeping the ring for future purposes. it would cause no issues with the warranty.”
he tilts his head. “i’m sorry? what do you mean by future purposes?”
“did your special someone not agree to marry you? isn’t that why you’re returning the ring, sir?”
a flush creeps up joshua’s neck. oh. so that’s what it must have looked like. he must appear like a heartbroken lover, if the pitying glance thrown towards him is any indication. the thought makes him chuckle.
sensing his lack of tact, the jeweller quickly backtracks. “ah… i’m sorry. that was rude of me. i just meant—”
“please, don’t worry about it,” joshua waves him off. “i guess it does look like i’ve been rejected, huh?”
he drums his fingers on the countertop before leaning closer, giving the owner an impish wink.
“wanna know the secret?” he whispers, and then pulls his free hand from his pocket. a silver band glints on his third finger, sitting snugly just above his knuckle.
joshua gestures to you from inside the shop. the jeweller follows his gaze. though your laugh cannot be heard through the transparent walls, the joy is clear on your face. you tip your head back ever-so slightly, nodding your head at what the local neighbourhood auntie says—she often sends over side dishes she’s prepared, and won’t take no for an answer; your fridge is always stocked thanks to her. you turn your head just then, and meet joshua’s eyes—and if possible, your eyes light up just that little bit more, your smile widens by that tiny fraction, your posture straightens up by that small amount.
joshua grins at you. he looks back at the jeweller.
“the secret is,” he says, “someone proposed to me before i could.”
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joshua non con where he tells u to be a good girl and take it after convincing you to go to a secluded location with him
Warnings: Noncon, but y/n likes it, creampie, rough, degradation, praise, impact play, big dick!Shua, 2k words,
Tags: Nice guys finish last... Sometimes.
You knew better than to go off with a strange man that you didn’t know at a party. Knew better than to tell your friends with an excited raise of your eyebrows “not to wait up”. And you knew better than to let him close and lock the door behind him.
And worst of all of it you weren’t even drunk. There were no inhibitions in your body that were making you do all these stupid things. You were just…. Doing them. And you were doing them because the guy in front of you...? Well…. He was so unbelievably hot, how were you supposed to not?
Men didn’t give you attention like Joshua was giving you. All night he had been crowded next to you at the bar, ordering you mocktails that he made sure you saw him stay clear of.
He watched your friends with you, and being a regular at this bar he would advise you of the guys you should tell them to stay clear of. He was funny. He told good jokes and had a warm, comforting smile.
So yeah. Of course you trusted him. What reason did you have not to? Why would you not look at this man asking you: “Is it too loud for you? Look there’s some game rooms upstairs nobody uses during club nights. Let me take you there- Just for a little. To get your mind steady.” And say yes?
“So…” Joshua said once the two of you were in the room. He turned around and looked at you, a different look in his eyes than there had been before. “Is this better? Quieter?”
You nodded, suddenly very aware of what you were wearing. Tight short skirt…. Crop top with no bra… It was what your friends had insisted on. But it was so very little...
“Yeah,” you agreed, your eyes darted around the room, your fingers fiddling with the bottom of your skirt. “We should sit down. Talk.”
Joshua hummed at your suggestion but even as he did he closed the distance between you two. He placed one hand next to your head on the wall, trapping you between him and his body. The other hand came up to your hair. He played with a loose strand.
“I think I have a better idea,” he commented lightly. “You know... You are such a beautiful girl. But your clothes…. The way you’ve been flirting with me all night...”
He sighed and shook his head.
“I thought you were pure, but coming up here with me proves to me that you... Very much aren’t.
There was no warning to the way that he forced your skirt up over your hips, his hands ripping your underwear in half in order to give him access.
You gasped in surprised.
“J-Joshua? What are you doing?”
He raised an eyebrow at you as if to say what do you think, as he slid a finger into you, moving his hand to push your shoulder hard into the wall. Your fingers balled into fists that you used to hit Joshua’s chest but you weren’t sure if it was out of fear or just having been caught off-guard.
“Don’t play stupid,” Joshua said, his voice low. “You’ve been parading around all night as if you want me. You think I’m stupid? That I didn’t notice the flirty touches and that look in your eyes…. Begging me to fuck you all night.”
He pushed another finger into you and you slipped a little, your fingers instead clutching his shirt and tugging at it hard.
Trying to get him off of you? Trying to get him closer to you?
You wanted to be mad at the way he was approaching this. Being so rough as if he owned you... But you knew without him saying-
He leaned forward to kiss you and you turned your head away. Mistake. He slapped your cheek, making you cry out in surprise.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t want this.”
He pushed his fingers into your mouth. They were salty, and already wet.
“You’re dripping like a fucking whore.”
He pulled his fingers from your mouth a smile crossing his lips, as he grabbed you by your chin and tugged your face closer to his. He smashed your lips together, ignoring the fact that you weren’t kissing back.
He released his grip on your shoulder and slapped your thighs further apart so that he could roughly push two more fingers into your pussy. You wanted to say that you hated it but the burn felt so fucking good. You couldn’t help it- A moan slipped from your lips as he pushed his fingers knuckle deep into you, and it made Joshua’s smile grow on his face.
“Knew it…” He mumbled. “You’re a fucking whore…”
He pulled his fingers from you and stepped back from you pointing at you with the hand that had been holding your chin.
“Don’t move. Or I’ll stop being so nice.”
You swallowed hard and nodded once watching as Joshua didn’t even bother to take his pants off. He just pulled his cock out through the zipper hole of his pants.
Your mouth went dry when you saw his cock. It was fucking huge. Thick, long, veiny… you didn’t even want to guess how long it was because that... That wasn’t going to fit….
But you knew that you didn’t have a choice either way.
Joshua walked back over to you, grabbing you by the strands of your hair and pulling you down to the ground. You let out a cry, but you were embarrassed to say that the rough pull only sent heat through your body, sending more wetness down to your core.
“There’s no point in screaming,” Joshua mumbled to you as he hiked you up against his jean clad legs, your back hitting the ground. “No one can hear you anyways.”
He slapped your thigh again and another strangled cry left your mouth, but it sounded more like a moan than anything.
Joshua soothed over your stinging thigh with the palm of his hand and poked at your pussy, spreading the wetness onto your thighs as if to remind you the way that your body was reacting to all of this.
“Should I be nice…?” He questioned softly. He took hold of his monster cock again, running the tip through your wet folds and immediately regretted his words. He grabbed hold of your bunched up skirt. “Fuck being nice.”
He pushed his cock into you, just the tip... Having trouble sliding in because of how thick he was. You let out another cry, tears beginning to run down your cheeks because the stretch felt so good, but you still couldn’t help but think about how this wasn’t going to fit. There was no way it was going to fit.
He was so fucking big. There was no way.
The tip of his cock slipped all the way in and your arms were thrashing because you had nothing to hold. Nothing to do but let tears stream down your face. It felt so good, so freaking good, you couldn’t pretend like you didn’t like it even if you wanted to.
“It won’t fit Shua,” you finally exclaimed, when you looked down and realized that only a fourth of the length of his cock was inside of you and you already felt like you were stuffed full. “It won’t fit I just know it won’t, it-”
Joshua interrupted you by leaning forward, pressing the palm of one of his hands on your mouth. His warm breath teased over the bridge of your nose, and the sounds of your muffled moans made him smile sweetly.
“Just shut up and take it like a good girl.”
He forced the rest of his cock into you, ignoring the way you screamed into his hand. Your hands raised to his shoulders, and you squeezed tightly to him just for purchase. He searched your eyes for resistance at his cock being fully settled inside of you and waited for a few seconds… Until the pain of being stretched by him had mostly subsided and then he was fucking you again. One hand on your hip, the other still on your mouth- His thrusts were hard and sloppy.
“God your pussy feels so fucking good baby,” he praised, his words so sweet despite how rough he was being. Your body bounced with his thrusts and fuck if it didn’t feel good. “You gonna be good? I wanna hear what a whore you are? Want to hear how good I make you feel.”
He didn’t have to finish what he was saying, you were nodding the second he asked if you wanted to be good.
He moved his hand from your mouth allowing your moans to fall freely from it. There were tears still streaming down your face, surely running your mascara but not for the reason that you felt like it should be.
“God you’re so fucking pretty I just knew that I had to have you when I saw you across the bar,” he said, one of his hands gripping at your chin tightly keeping your eyes on his. “You wanted me too didn’t you?”
You didn’t respond, too focused on how full you felt with Joshua’s cock stuffed inside of you. With every thrust, every time that his balls smacked against you you could control the loud moans that got ripped out of your mouth. You couldn’t really think about anything other than his cock.
He slapped you, again, hard, and you gasped out in surprise.
“Tell. Me. You. Wanted. Me. Too.”
“I-I did,” you blurted back out. He grunted.
“Liar.”
“No I did,” you insisted. You reached out a little, your fingers burying into the strands of his hair. You were still crying from the pleasure of it all... And the embarrassment. Torn panties hanging off of your thigh while Joshua pummeled into you. “I wan-wanted you. You-You're so hot I-”
“Tell me you’re glad I fucked you,” Joshua pressed. You whined, feeling pleasure coiling up in your stomach. You couldn’t believe it. You were going to come. You could feel it. You needed it. You felt your face burning at the realization but your body didn’t care. You started to roll your hips down to meet Joshua’s thrusts.
“I-I’m so glad you fucked me,” you replied brokenly. “You’re cock feels like it’s spl-splitting me open... I n-ne-need-"
“I’m going to come,” Joshua interrupted, his voice a little broken too. His emotions were showing vividly on his face now. His eyebrows were strewn, his face was red, and his mouth was slightly ajar as he panted his own pleasure.
You weren’t thinking too much about it.
“I’m gonna come inside you... Fill you up... Pump you full of my cum.”
Your eyes widened slightly in surprise, and even through your haze of only thinking about Joshua and his cock...
“W-wait, not inside,” you managed to get out. “N-Not inside, it’s not s-safe-"
You didn’t get the chance to finish, because his hand was pressed hard to your stomach and he pushed deep inside of you. You could feel his cock beginning to squirt warm liquid inside of you and despite your words you felt it dragging an orgasm out of you. Your whole body shook as he pumped you full of cum and you couldn’t help but struggle under him because the overstimulation was driving you crazy.
“G-Goonna ‘spl-ode," you managed to say but Joshua didn’t really seem to care. He left himself fully seated inside of you, his cum dripping out around the base of his cock. You were sweaty... You were full... You were hot... “S-So much.”
“God... I knew that you were good...” Joshua mumbled softly. “My good little girl... Took everything I wanted you to.”
He kissed your lips, and it made a whine pull out of your body. Your back arched as you tried to chase his kiss but he pulled back.
He popped his cock out of you, and his hot wet cum gushed out of your pussy. He looked at you as he put his cock back into his pants. He looked at you, eyebrow rising a little.
“You better clean yourself up,” he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sharpie before kneeling down right next to you. You hissed as the cool ink of his marker pressed to your skin. After a few moments he pulled away from you, swiping his hands on his pants a little as he looked at you.
“When you need this again...” He trailed off. “You can go ahead and call me.”
And then, with a small up-quirk of his lips he left you alone.
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joshua - handmade
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"be careful," joshua said to you as he helped you up a hill.
"i still can't believe you guys wanted to do this," you said to him as you walked up the hill with him. "next time, please find a staircase or something cause this is ridiculous."
"babe, it's not that steep," joshua replied to you.
"excuse me, but my knees don't like this at all," you said to him, feeling him squeeze your hand.
"well, just a little bit more," he said to you. you looked ahead and noticed how much of the hill you had left to climb before making it to the top, which left you sighing.
a few minutes later, you reached the top of the hill to find your friends sitting or standing with some portable grills and other picnic supplies with them.
"shua! y/n! took you guys long enough," s.coups immediately greeted you two.
"we missed the train," joshua mentioned. you two let go of hands and sat down on one of the blankets.
"here," woozi handed you a paper plate and handed another to joshua.
"thanks," you replied and started receiving food from some of the guys. "hey, can you guys choose a different place next time? this hill wanted to kill me," you asked them.
you heard your boyfriend sigh, "not this again..."
"blame the8," jun spoke up.
"hey! what's wrong with the great outdoors?" the blamed dancer asked. "we're indoors all day long. this isn't hurting anyone."
"everything is wrong with this," wonwoo spoke up before opening a soda can.
"okay, next time the location is y/n's pick then," hoshi said as he sat down after moving to another blanket.
"hey joshua hyung, how much is that sweater? it looks really nice," dino asked, changing the conversation.
you looked at your boyfriend, as did the others, to look at the sweater in question. he was wearing a sweater you had made for him as one of his anniversary gifts.
"you wouldn't have enough money for it," joshua answered dino's question.
"if you buy me lunch, i'll make you one," you said to the youngest member.
"y/n, you made it?" jeonghan asked. you nodded your head.
"y/n, can you make me one?" dino immediately asked you.
"what am i? your seamstress?" you replied back and picked up a napkin.
"you are one of our stylists," mingyu pointed out.
"so true," you said. "just text me what color, and i'll send you pictures of the materials i have," you said to the youngest member.
"really? wow, y/n's the best!" dino cheered.
"y/n is really good at making clothes," seungkwan spoke up. "you should do a fashion show or something like that," he suggested.
you shrugged. "maybe one day, but right now, i need to figure out your outfits for the music video," you replied. "i have to fix like five things and hope that the jewelry we ordered comes in on time."
"she's been working late for us," joshua mentioned to the guys.
"yea, just for some idiots that i'm friends with," you said.
"hey!”
"oh come on y/n.”
"guess i don't want a sweater anymore..."
"hey hey hey. i'll make you one. promise."
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That Locket ~ *Joshua Hong*
Summary: As the new cop on the beat, you are eager to please your superiors. However, what you didn’t expect was to get tangled up in the secret organized crime you didn’t realize was in town. Although, you don’t actually know there is a mafia out there and of course this handsome man you just met isn’t apart of it… right?
Pairing: Joshua Hong X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot
Word Count: 3127
Warning: Some swearing and a couple mentions of blood
Mafia Masterlist
“Have a good night, Y/n.” The Captain of the precinct called out to you as you grabbed your jacket. You nodded to him before heading out the door of the police station.
It wasn’t easy being the new girl at the station, but the Captain and the rest of the team were really nice to you and helped you when you needed it most. In all honesty, you were glad to be assigned here at this precinct. The neighborhood wasn’t so bad and even if there was a call or complaint, it was usually a dumb teenager that simply got a warning.
As you left the station, you took a deep breath of the crisp evening air. The last bit of summer was chilling into a cool autumn. It was the perfect time to be walking home from a good week of work. With a small smile on your face, you went on your way towards home, looking forward to a nice meal and a couple of movies.
Passing through Main Street, USA, you couldn’t help but indulge in a little window shopping. It was Friday and you were just personally handed your very first paycheck, which wasn’t too bad at all. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to buy dinner or get a new pair of shoes. Who knows what you could find in any of these small businesses?
Just as you passed a small antique store, you paused. There in the window was a gorgeous locket, with an intricate design decorating the front. It was a dashing shade of antique bronze and looked like it could hold a rather sizable picture. Maybe this is what you splurged on. It certainly was exquisite and you could put a picture of your family in it. Before you could negotiate yourself out of a closer look, you opened the door and got closer to the locket. Not only was the locket perfect, the price was as well. It wouldn’t be much of a splurge at all.
Making your way to the cashier, you smiled brightly at him. “Hello, sir. Is that locket in the front window for sale?”
He looked up from his magazine at you, almost giving you a once over before nodding. “Yes, it is. Looking to buy?”
You nodded. “Yes, please. I can give you the cash right now and then I can wear the locket out.”
Nodding, he took your money and helped you get it out of the window and around your neck. You thanked him before making your way to your favorite take out place. Since you didn’t splurge too much on the locket, food sounded like the perfect plan to pay a little more. After getting your order, you were finally on your way home.
But not without one more unexpected stop.
As you were walking towards your home, you heard someone wince in a shady alleyway. Peering in, you notice a hunched over figure, trying unsuccessfully to hide behind a dumpster. Despite your better judgement, you couldn’t help but take a step closer to the person.
“Are, are you alright?” You called out, gripping your take out tighter.
There was a pause before a gruff, male voice answered. “I’m fine. Just keep walking. I’ll be fine.”
“Do you need me to take you to the hospital? I don’t have a car but I can get some help.” You asked, taking another couple steps closer as he shuffled back.
“No, I’m fine. Just go home already. I can take care of myself.” He snapped.
Sighing, you didn’t turn away. Instead, you opened up your take out and grabbed the napkins inside and, kneeling down, held them out to him. “I’m not a doctor, but I do have some napkins to stop the bleeding. That is, if you’re bleeding. I might have some pain meds if it’s a hangover you got.”
“Go away already!” The man finally turned to look at you, anger in his eyes and blood streaking his face. As soon as he looked at you, he paled considerably before throwing an accusatory finger at the locket around your neck. “Where the hell did you get that?”
You looked at him, confused, closing a fist around the locket. “F-from the antique store down the street. Why?”
He shook his head. “Nevermind, just go away. Now!”
Scrambling back, you nodded at his stern tone. Standing up, you raced out of the alley and stopped at a corner not too far away. After calling the hospital about the man in the alley, you made your way home, still thinking about the poor guy bleeding in the alley. There was something about him that stuck in your mind for some reason. Maybe, just maybe, if you were lucky, you’d be able to see him again.
Meanwhile, Joshua stepped out of the alleyway, the blood still leaking from his nose. After wiping it on his sleeve, he pulled out his phone and called his subordinate. The phone rang twice before he picked up. He was already shouting before he even said hello to him.
“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! WHY DID YOU GIVE THAT LOCKET TO SOME RANDOM WOMAN WHO WALKS INTO THAT FORSAKEN STORE OF YOURS?!” Joshua screeched.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Junhui smirked to himself, leaning back in his chair, tossing his magazine on the counter.
“YOU KNOW THAT LOCKET IS PRICELESS AND I TOLD YOU NOT TO SELL IT!” He seethed, gritting his teeth.
Keeping a chuckle to himself, Junhui gave a small gasp. “Oh, that’s the locket you were talking about? Oh man, I had no idea. Sorry, Joshie.”
“Damn it, Jun, don’t play stupid like I know you are. You knew what that locket was when you sold it.” He spat, as he entered the car that Seungcheol arranged for him, sirens wailing in the distance.
Disregarding the obvious blow to his self-esteem, Jun shrugged to himself. “Look Joshie, if it’s any consolation, I just scored you a date, so you’re welcome for that.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Rolling his eyes at his subordinate’s obvious dense behavior, he explained, “I have her number. You want it back, you’ll have to call her and tell her I accidentally sold it to her and that it was a mistake. That should hopefully lead to a coffee date, which is all thanks to me.”
“And you can’t call, because?”
“Because you need to date. The others may not tell you, but you’re a bit of an ass. Maybe if you date someone, you won’t be so bad anymore.”
Joshua scowled. “Look, I’m not looking to date anyone. Not now, not ever. Now get me back my mother’s wedding locket or so help me, I will personally oversee your torture and execution.”
“Coups wouldn’t do that to me, he loves me too much.” Jun teased, causing Joshua to angrily hang up. Chuckling to himself, he leaned back in his chair, putting his arms under his head. “He’ll thank me for this. I just know it. I’ve yet to be wrong about these kinds of things.”
It was during your lunch break a couple weeks later that you decided to take a gander at the cold case files in the basement. Cliche or not, you have always had a thing for a good mystery. Plus, it was a secret wish of yours to be able to solve at least one of them. You felt like that marked you as a good cop.
“Y/n? Is that you?” The Captain asked, confusion in his voice. “What are you doing down here? Shouldn’t you be on break for lunch?”
You smile anxiously, holding a file in your hand. “Oh, yes, sir. I am. I just thought I would spend this time looking through the cold case files. That’s all.”
He chuckled. “Ah, I see. Hoping for some extra credit, yeah?”
“Well not exactly, sir-”
“Don’t worry about it!” He waved his hand, dismissing your argument. “I have faith in your skills, but you don’t need to bother with these cold cases. They’ll probably never be solved anyways. Besides, it’s not like they’re big cases, like a murder or arson.” Again, he chuckled before heading back upstairs.
Sighing, you look down at the file in your hands. It was a breaking and entering case, where the culprit or their fingerprints were never found. “It just doesn’t make sense.” You muttered as you laid it next to a different file.
The thing was, at least five of the files you looked at today all seemed connected. No fingerprints, no culprit, and they all dealt with stealing money. Not only that, but most of the reports claimed that there was an unusually large number of people included in these heists. They had to be connected, somehow. How could the precinct not see that?
Shaking your head, you continued looking through the files until the end of your break. Right before you headed up to work, you wrote down a phone number on a sticky note. In one of the files, someone called the police only to hang up a second later. Perhaps if you called, you could ask why they hung up and what exactly happened that night.
As you worked, you waited and waited for the perfect moment to call. Finally, right around clock out time, you managed to find a five minute window to call. You waited in agonizing anxiety as you waited for them to pick up.
“Hello?” A slightly perturbed male voice answered.
A small grin crept across your face, relieved that someone picked up, before you spoke again after clearing your throat. “Hello, is this the Hong residence?”
“Yes…?” He trailed off, sounding a bit suspicious. “May I ask who’s calling?”
“My name is Y/n L/n and I work at the local precinct. I was wondering if I could meet you somewhere and ask you a couple of questions?” You asked nervously, crossing your fingers, hoping he’d say yes.
There was a long pause and for a second you thought he hung up on you. But he soon heaved a sigh. “Sure, although I don’t think I’ll be much help with whatever you’re asking for.”
Smiling brightly, you shook your head, knowing he couldn’t see you. “I’m sure you’ll be a great help! Any information is good information at this point! Thank you so much! Do you want to, um, go get coffee, so I can ask you questions?”
Again, he hesitated before stating, “Meet at the Chewy Café at the corner of 17th and Hartford. Be there at 5:30.”
Nodding, you wrote the information on a different sticky note, still smiling brightly to yourself. “Thank you so much! I’ll see you then!”
He had already hung up.
Turning to Jun, Joshua huffed. “There, I called her. Are you happy now?”
Jun rolled his eyes. “You didn’t call her. She called you and we traced her call to know who she is. That doesn’t count and you know it.”
With a scoff, Joshua made a move to grab his jacket. “Whatever. Either way I have a “date” with her, so now you can stop nagging me.”
“Again, I wouldn’t call that a date. You’re answering questions for a cop. That’s not a date.” He explained.
“Are you done?” Joshua growled. “Date or not, you’re still in deep shit for not only selling my mother’s wedding locket, but you sold it to a cop, the enemy. So I don’t want to hear it from you.”
“Hey I didn’t know she was a cop, so don’t go blaming me for that!” Jun defended himself before smirking. “You better hurry up since the Chewy Cafe isn’t close and you don’t want to keep your girlfriend waiting.”
“Shut the hell up.” He snapped before leaving, right as Coups walked into the room.
“What’s with him?” He asked.
Snickering to himself, Jun explained, “Remember how I sold his mother’s locket to that cute girl so he could score a date? That’s where he’s going.”
“Ah, I see.” Coups smirked. “Poor guy. He has no idea what he’s getting into.”
“Oh please.” Jun scoffed. “You’re dating the boss! How bad can it be?”
Coups smacked him before walking away with bright pink cheeks.
Joshua, on the other hand, was scowling to himself as he sipped on his coffee. He had asked Vernon for a private room so he could speak to this girl, this cop, in private. Of course, Vernon decided to tease him which only earned him a thinly veiled threat. He really didn’t want to be doing this but if he could get his mother’s wedding locket back from this cop, then it might as well be a success.
Right as he was about to ask Vernon where she was, a really pretty girl entered the room. Even though she appeared timid and anxious to be here, she still had an effortless beauty to her. In his mind, Joshua could find himself humoring her for a bit. Especially since the prized locket he was looking for was hanging from her neck.
As soon as she noticed him, she perked up and he had to admit, she had a really pretty smile. “Hello. Are you Joshua Hong? The man I spoke to on the phone earlier?”
There was an eagerness to her voice which he found amusing. She must be new to the job. He nodded, keeping his emotions to himself. “Yes, I am. You must be that cop.”
She gave a nervous chuckle, which was kind of adorable, and her eyes drifted away from him. “Ah, yeah, I am. My name is Y/n L/n. I’m a new officer down at the precinct.”
He nodded. “Pleasure. Now, you said you had some questions? Sorry if it sounds like I’m rushing, I just have other things I need to do today.”
“I understand.” She nodded, quickly sitting down and pulling out a pencil and paper. “I wanted to ask you about the night of August 23rd, about two years ago? You made a call to the police but ended it as soon as someone picked up. Can I ask you why?”
It took Joshua a bit of thinking to remember when he snuck into his parents house one night after a robbery gone bad. He was bleeding heavily and probably should have gone to the hospital, but refused as he didn’t want to get caught. His mother had tried to call to get him help, but he quickly ended the call before she could. That was also the night he explained to his parents what he now did for a living and he grimaced slightly at the thought of his parents disappointment in him. He thought that the call wasn’t on file. What else did that police station have that could be incriminating for the “organization” he was a part of?
Quickly, he concocted a lie. “It was an accident. My little cousin, who was visiting, fell off her bike and was bleeding a lot. My aunt panicked and accidentally called the police.”
“I see.” Joshua couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit bad for her excited expression falling. Nevertheless, he was not about to tell a cop about the bigger scheme behind it. “W-well, on that night, there was a robbery at a nearby convenience store that was, should we say, a botched job. Did you or any of your family happen to see the perpetrators pass by?”
He kept his frown of annoyance at the mention of the failed job to himself. Instead he sighed and rubbed his temples. “That was two years ago. I don’t remember and I doubt my family does. They were all in hysterics over my cousin.”
She nodded solemnly, her once cheery disposition deflating. “I see. W-well, thank you for your time, I suppose. I really, truly appreciate it.”
Just as she was about to leave, Joshua did something he was sure he was going to regret. “Wait.” He exclaimed. “Stay for a bit. I may not have a lot of time, but I still feel bad for making you come here without helping you. At least let me buy you coffee for your troubles.”
He couldn’t help but crack a small smile at her blush and he thanked the heaven’s that he was in a private room where Vernon couldn’t see him and mock him. He was really, really, really trying not to admit Jun was right, but she was cute and when she was happy, he couldn’t help but feel happy too. However, there was no way in hell he was going to give Jun that satisfaction. Never, not in a million years, it will never happen.
She nodded again, a bit more cheerfully, as she sat back down. “Yes, thank you. I’d like that.”
Joshua’s smile grew a little more. “Good, I’m glad. Now, I have a proposition for you. My friend, he works at a little antique store not too far from here. I gave him my mother’s wedding locket to clean and look after for a little while so that I could return it to her on her wedding anniversary and he mistakenly sold it. I believe the locket hanging around your neck is my mother’s.”
A horrified look flashed across her face and she quickly took the locket off before giving it to him. “I am so, so, so, so, so sorry! I didn’t know! Oh my God, I feel like such an idiot! I am so sorry!”
He was confused, looking at the locket in his hand like it was some kind of foreign object. Why would she give it up so easily? According to Jun, she had supposedly fallen in love with it and was desperate to have it. What exactly was this young, naive cop playing at?
“It's… fine.” He mumbled, slipping it into his pocket. “Thank you, though. My mother’s been worried about it.”
“I bet.” She nodded gravely. “Please give her my condolences and apologies. I didn’t mean to. Again I’m so sorry.”
“Think nothing of it.” Joshua replied off-handedly. It was weird; no one had ever seemed to care so much about how he felt like this before. It made him feel a bit uneasy.
She gave a nervous chuckle. “Now I feel indebted to you.”
He couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from quirking up. “Perhaps we could do this again? Get coffee or go for lunch, I mean. So you can repay your debt, yes?”
Her smile blossomed and he felt his smile widen too. Great, now he was acting like Coups with the boss. “Yes, that would be nice. I’d like that very much.”
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Beckoning || H.JS
† genre: horror
† word count: 1.6k
† warnings: scary cave, scary ocean, scary Joshua, scary death, scary scary
† synopsis: what a lovely song emanating from this dark and foreboding cave.
† (a/n): okay so I'm scared of the ocean, but I am absolutely MORTIFIED by caves. I hate caves, caves are the scariest thing, they're the worst. so why not combine both of those fears into one :))!!!
† taglist: @scuzmunkie @hipsdofangirl @hydroyaksha
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It was a tranquil day at the beach. The sun shone overhead, basking the group below in its sweltering heat, yet the vast ocean beyond greeted them with cool breezes of salty air. It was a perfect balance of hot and cold, excitement and relaxation, fun in the sun and breaks under umbrellas. The perfect dynamics for a perfect beach day.
(y/n) had been none the wiser when she chose to separate from the group, wandering off onto the opposing side of the beach for some exploring. She didn't know for how long she walked, but by the time her mind seemed to come back to reality, the throngs of people that had once populated the beach had faded away, their chatter still a distant echo somewhere behind her. The tides licked at her ankles as the sands shifted with her every footstep to accommodate the newfound pressure upon the grains.
Yet beyond the sound of the crashing waves, there was an indistinct tone. A melody that accompanied the ocean's song. Soft and alluring, yet so far away.
(y/n) paused in her ventures, closing her eyes to scrutinize where the sound derived from, earnestly listening beyond the people and the ocean, seeking that song that called to her soul.
Her feet took off further down the beach before she could even ascertain that it came from that direction. Yet when the sound seemed to grow the faintest bit stronger, she fully propelled into the motion, dashing through the sandy shore to where the source seemed to drive from.
(y/n) didn't know what came over her. She couldn't discern for even a moment why she felt so viscerally compelled to seek out whatever this noise was. It felt beyond mere curiosity. Though she hadn't the mental capacity to even begin dissecting whatever seemed to be transpiring within her. It was like the morbid fascination of this anomaly seemed to completely and utterly occupy every single crevice of her brain until it was the only thing she could seem to think of. And it felt like she wouldn't be sated until she found the root of this newfound obsession of hers.
By the time she stopped running, her body felt devastatingly sore. Her legs ached from the sprint she just finished, feet raw from the course sand that beat against her every step. And instead of taking advantage of this momentary lapse in her consciousness to take a breather and maybe relax for just a moment, she found her focus instead gravitating to where she had run to.
Before her lay the gaping maw of a cavern, towering over all with its imposing dark stature. Peering into its mouth was as intimidating as ever, as it not only seemed to be swallowing the ocean as it streamed in, but also any and all light that dared to wander into its gorge.
At this point, the sound had ceased, and she stood there mildly disoriented from the lack of stimulant with only the sloshing of the ocean to keep her afloat. She stood upon the rocks leading into the cave, staring ahead blankly into the ominously dark void set before her. Ambivalently, she peered into the cavern, squinting as if that would somehow enhance her vision to take a gander into what lay before her. Though unsurprisingly, her efforts were fruitless.
Her hands patted along the pockets of her shorts, and to her astonishment, (y/n) unveiled her phone. It was a near miracle it hadn't fallen out in her haste to run here. Ignoring whatever notifications seemed to flood her phone, she switched on the torch and turned her phone into the cave.
A harsh gasp was ripped from her throat as the beam of light immediately landed upon the figure of a man only a mere few meters into the cave. Far enough to have been completely shrouded by the guise of darkness, yet still close enough to have her heart plummet with shock at his proximity. Close enough to have been watching her this entire time.
Before she could make note of his presence, to call out and question him about the noise, he suddenly turned away, treading deeper into the cave. As quickly as she had seen him, staring at her blankly with eyes reflecting the light of her phone, he had all but disappeared.
A moment later, the sound had returned. This time, it was much clearer than it had been previously. Clear enough for her to discern that what she had been hearing was singing. A melodic and smooth tone. A harmony interwoven with yearning and heartache, compelling enough to have even tugged upon her own heartstrings. Each note seemed to echo endlessly in the stone tunnels it emanated from, and (y/n) felt ever so drawn by the allure of the haunting chorus.
She could somewhat recall her initial goal being to simply identify what the source must have been. Theoretically, she had her answer. Yet for some reason, her mind felt utterly muddled. Thoughts were hazy and reason seemed distant. Her one clear conviction, however, that overrode the dull and bleary state of her head, was instead to find the singer of this song. Find him at all costs.
And so (y/n) stepped precariously into the cavern, narrowly stepping onto the stone walkways, evading the menacing depths of ocean beneath her, and navigating through the chasm of obscurity she had soon become entrenched within.
Her journey was harrowing, the structure of the cave winding into various tunnels that seemed to sink deeper and deeper into the earth. Water surrounded (y/n), its sloshing and trickling serving as accompaniment to the tune that continued to lure her deeper into the labyrinth.
Her mind swirled with images of the man as his bewitching voice reverberated all around her. The sight of his jet-black hair pushed back with the moisture of the ocean rooted into his rich locks. His lips which had formed a stern scowl at first meeting, yet now she could only envision them smiling her way, taking her breath away with his enchanting aura. The thoughts of this handsome man, enticing her in every way possible, seemed to serve as motivation to only venture further and further, disregarding the state of her body growing more and more sore by the second, as well as the state of her phone.
It was around the time she had gone down yet another steep rocky slope, the trickling water making her descent as precarious as possible. Though like the other obstacles of her journey, she managed to make it through, getting even the slightest bit closer to the man who serenaded her with his endless song. (y/n) found herself in a small crevice of the cave, with the only two ways being forward into the unknown once more or back up the slippery slope. Beneath her lay another stream of water, a liquid mirror of inky blackness reflecting back to her. Carefully, she shimmied across the rocky ledge, not knowing how deep this water reached, and not wanting to find out any time soon.
Before she could make it very far, a vibration on her phone jolted (y/n) where she stood, and not even a second later, she was plunged in complete and utter darkness. She pressed the power button on and off, but to no avail. The device had finally given up on her. Dead.
As soon as the light had gone out, so had the singing, and she was left completely alone. She stood there in this unimaginable darkness. Within a ceaseless void that consumed all light only for it to never be seen again. Her thoughts soon spiraled after, presuming her fate to be much the same. In a darkness where her senses seemed to slowly betray her. Shadows blacker than the abyss she resided in swirled about her, dancing along the edges of her vision, taunting her as she slowly sunk into paranoia. Everything felt foreign to her, alien in a way she never could have reckoned. The trickling water began to grate upon her ears, practically booming in her head until she silently pleaded for a reprieve. The air had grown heavy with the palpable weight of fear now radiating from her body, and the realization of how truly stuck she was began to settle into her mind.
Though just as she was about to spiral into a paranoid frenzy of madness, something suddenly shot forth from the water, breaking the surface with a deafening splash. Before she could react, it latched onto her ankle. Wet and slimy fingers gripped her leg with an unforeseen force that could have potentially shattered her bone immediately had it grabbed her any harder. With a harsh and violent yank, she was suddenly dragged into the waters. Her back and her head collided with the rock just before she was fully submerged, searing pain splintering through her sore and exhausted body. The fingers that had grabbed her now traveled further up, grasping at whatever part of her body it could, pulling her closer to it. It was so dark. Her body had become paralyzed through the sheer shock of it all. Her mind screamed for action, begged for her to thrash about and resurface, though she couldn't do anything.
Not when that enchanting, irresistible voice seemed to be lulling her to sleep, returning to her like a sweet, sweet dream. Finally, she had found her songbird. His song surrounded her every which way, penetrating her thoughts and infusing itself deep into her soul. As the air in her lungs dissipated, a tranquility seemed to settle over her. At some point, it had become difficult to keep her eyes open, lids feeling as heavy as lead, though it made no difference in the end. Not when all that seemed to matter was the song, slowly reaching its end in a soft and gentle decrescendo as her world faded alongside with it.
† (a/n): reflective eyes, or tapetum lucidum, is not seen in humans :)
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Heartbreak Girl
Summary:
Joshua has been in love with you for so long he's lost track. He'd do anything for you. He wished... He wished you felt the same.
Tags: Angst, Pining!Joshua, constantly dating others!y/n, best friends au, worried!seventeen, just a lot of pining on Joshua's part
4.4k Words
As requested by: @multihoe-net I hope this is to your liking :)
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“You’re stupid if you think that I’m going to lose on Lilypad Leapers,” Mingyu said with a scoff. Joshua laughed and bumped into his side, trying to knock his concentration so that he would mess up. Mingyu made a loud sound of protest, but Joshua didn’t even care.
“What’s wrong huh? Worried you’re going to lose because of a little bump?”
Mingyu pressed his body into Joshua and turned his switch console until he was almost upside down.
“Of course, I’m not worried I’m going to lose, to what? You?” Mingyu barked out a laugh. “You doubt my leaping skills.”
“Oh? You call those skills?” Joshua snorted. “You’re barely going to qualify.”
To be completely honest, Mingyu and Joshua were neck to neck on Fall Guys, and neither of them were very good. It honestly didn’t even make sense that they were being so competitive, as they had not only Seungcheol but also Hansol playing with them, and they were all on the same squad. The four of them would be doing a lot better, actually, if it weren’t for exactly how bad Mingyu and Joshua were at the game.
“Hah!” Joshua blurted victoriously. “Looks like you fell, and I am-”
Before he could finish talking, he watched his red character miss the lily pad trampoline and fall into the abyss. He pressed his lips together tightly.
“What happened- What?” Mingyu laughed triumphantly. “You fell, didn’t you?”
Joshua got right back to jumping.
“Stop acting like you’re doing any better I can literally see you!”
Game night was always like this, but to be honest, it wasn’t always Joshua who was neck and neck with Mingyu. He had a way of infecting whoever he was with into having a ravenous appetite for victory, and today Joshua was the one who was infected.
And that was how he had gotten here with Mingyu, neck and neck, both about to cross the finish line with ten seconds left on the clock and-
Joshua felt the distinct vibration of a phone ring and he was off. He got to his feet, ignoring the sounds of protest from Seungcheol and Hansol as he did. Mingyu fell over on the couch and popped up to look at Joshua with a confused look as Joshua slid the green phone across his screen.
“Hey, hey what’s up?” He tried to shrink as far away from the others as possible as he waited for an answer. Joshua waited as he heard a strangled sob come from the other end of his phone.
“He’s such an asshole Joshua.”
Joshua nodded even though you couldn’t see him.
“What did he do this time?” Joshua asked softly. You sniffled and Joshua could hear the distinct sound of you moving your phone around.
“I just don’t understand how he’s moved on so easily,” you replied. “He said he loved me, and he dropped me like I didn’t matter at all.”
“You didn’t deserve that,” Joshua assured. “Are you-”
He shuffled his own phone so that he was pressed further into the wall.
“Are you okay? Do you need-”
“When I was with him things just... They made sense you know? Have you ever felt like that for anyone?”
Joshua was silent for a second longer than he wished he had been.
“I know that Jin was really important to you.”
“He promised to be with me forever,” you continued. Joshua could tell that you had been at this for a while. Your breathing was coming infrequently at heavy pants. You were barely able to talk through the tears.
“Look, you shouldn’t be alone right now.”
“Joshua I can’t keep asking you to come over and help me just because I can’t get over Jin.”
Joshua raised his hand to the back of his neck and rubbed it nervously.
“You didn’t ask.”
You were silent for a moment.
“I really- You don’t have to-”
“I’ll be over in ten.”
Joshua could practically hear your smile through the phone.
“Thank you, Joshua.”
This was Joshua’s least favorite part of calls from you. He hated to hang up, hated to think that after he got off the phone with you, you were left to your thoughts and to that big empty apartment that Joshua knew you hated to be alone in.
He scrambled to turn off his phone, sliding it into his back pocket as he turned to face the group of boys that were aggressively no longer playing Fall Guys. Seungcheol sighed, his eyes round and eyebrows lax.
“Joshua-” He started. Joshua raised a hand in the air.
“I don’t want to hear it,” he said as he rushed over to the couch to collect his things. “She needs me.”
“You’re just hurting yourself,” Hansol disagreed. “She’ll be fine in time. You already do so much for her.”
“What is she going to do in that apartment all alone? She was with Jin for three months.”
“And she was with Sungmin for half a year,” Mingyu argued.
“And wasn’t she with Jisun for another six months before that?” Seungcheol asked.
“She really thought that Jin was the one,” Joshua said, giving his friends a pressed look. “Where are my keys?”
Hansol held them up.
“It’s not the fact that you are going over there to comfort her that we aren’t agreeing with,” Hansol said as Joshua rushed over to snatch the keys from his hand.
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“You’re just going to get hurt,” Seungcheol insisted. Joshua shot him a glare.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he argued. He didn’t care what they had to say. After all, he still had to get to you. Your apartment was luckily closed to Cheol’s. You were just a five-minute walk from here, giving Joshua time to, of course, buy some of your favorite snacks from the store and-
“She doesn’t love you,” Mingyu said, interrupting Joshua’s thoughts. He froze at that, his fingers wrapped tightly around the doorknob. “Not like you love her at least.”
Joshua pressed his eyes closed for a moment, feeling a pressure unlike any other pressing down on the back of his mind.
“I’ll see you guys around.”
To give credit where it was due a part of Joshua knew that his friends were right.
Joshua practically lived his life for his best friend. It was like when he was with you his life was on play. That was when things mattered the most. When you were there, and he was smiling at you and you were happy and laughing.
But when he wasn’t with you, when he was just with his friends, or when he was alone, or when he was just doing any mundane task that you weren’t a part of his life was on pause. His life flourished around you.
Joshua flourished around you.
He didn’t care what people said or thought. In his eyes what mattered the most was you and your happiness and right now... You weren’t happy.
And Joshua would do whatever he could to make you happy.
“I just don’t get it,” you murmured through your tears. Joshua pressed his lips together, deciding to just nod on to your distress. “He told me he would never cheat on me. Everyone told me that I was stupid for trusting him but I just...”
You sniffled and looked down at your hands.
“I thought that maybe if there was someone, he would change for it would be me,” you continued. Joshua’s heart broke a little for you as you spoke. That was the problem with you. It wasn’t that you were a bad person, or that you were too naïve. Nothing simple like that.
No, it was that you were too kind. Too trusting. You loved too much and when you decided to love something...
Joshua watched as more tears fell from your eyes.
You never just simply stopped loving someone.
Joshua leaned forward and lifted your face with his hands. He smiled at you; his expression soft as he stared into your red eyes.
“It’s not your fault for trusting him,” Joshua said softly. “Yes, he was the wrong person to trust but you know one of my favorite things about you is how trusting you are.”
A smile flickered across your lips.
“Really?” You asked. Another tear streaked down your face and Joshua wiped the tear away.
“Yeah. That and your unresisting kindness, your infectious laugh and smile-”
You interrupted Joshua with a soft giggle.
“You always say the right thing Joshua,” you said softly. Joshua hummed, his smile flickering for a moment.
“I hate to see you cry,” he said softly. You stared up at him, unsure of what to say. You felt like most of the time you knew Joshua pretty well.
He was your best friend. He had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. He had always been there for you; from the first time you had fallen off your bike to the first time that you had stepped into the halls of the high school you two spent four years imprisoned at. You two had even started college together.
Joshua cared about you the way no one ever had. In fact, not that you would ever tell Joshua this, that had been the reason for a few of your breakups.
“You never listen to me. Why don’t you ever just listen to what I say?” You screamed.
“Why don’t you just go tell Joshua all about how shitty I am huh? And while you do that, get your stuff and get out.”
“Fine!”
“Fine.”
Tears welled up in your eyes again so you looked away from Joshua.
“Just don’t look then,” you said softly. “I can’t help crying.”
Joshua’s elbow nudged your side lightly and so you looked back up at him. He sighed when he saw your face.
“Let’s watch a movie, huh? We can watch your favorite? How does that sound?”
You nodded, but your smile wasn’t all there. He got up to get the movie playing and all you could think about was how lucky you were. Joshua really was the best friend that a girl could ever ask for.
“I’ve got to go,” Joshua said suddenly, getting up from the lunch table. Seungcheol grumbled, looking up from his salad.
“Let me guess-”
“She broke her shower, and she doesn’t want to call maintenance because they just come into her apartment-”
“No, I get it,” Seungcheol interrupted. “Go be there for your girlfriend. Oh wait-”
Joshua gave Seungcheol an annoyed look and turned from him to go to see you. He was quick to get to your apartment. He was always quick really. Nothing came in the way of him being there for you. He didn’t even bother knocking on your door. He knew that you had left it open for him. He pushed into your apartment, catching you standing in your kitchen in pajamas.
For a minute Joshua was awestruck. Not because of what you were wearing but because it was you. You never ceased to be so stunning it took his breath away. Even when you were doing something so mundane as pouting at him from the kitchen.
“What’s wrong with your shower?” Joshua asked, a smile crossing his lips.
“Let me show you,” you said back and he followed you down the hall to your bathroom.
You gritted your teeth in frustration. You hadn’t expected to do so bad on this test. You thought you had been ready, but clearly you were very wrong. Your friend glanced over at you, her eyebrows furrowing.
“What’s wrong?”
You showed her your grade.
“I have a serious problem.”
“Why don’t you just go to office hours? Our professor can help you.”
You waved off the suggestion.
“Our professor is scary. I’ll just go ask Joshua.”
Hyein groaned loudly.
“You can’t just ask for help from Joshua on everything!” She insisted. “He’s not always going to say yes.”
“Of course, he’s always going to say yes. When does he ever say no?” You replied. You pulled out your phone to text him, but Hyein snatched it from your hands.
“Don’t ask him. You treated Joshua like a boyfriend without the benefits.”
You snatched the phone back.
“Even if I did treat him like that- Which I don’t- He doesn’t even want the benefits.”
“All men want the benefits,” Hyein replied pointedly, but she didn’t make a second attempt to grab your phone. You stuck your tongue out at her.
“You clearly don’t know Joshua.”
“Why don’t you just tell her that you’re in love with her?” Seokmin asked Joshua. He groaned and shrugged.
“Can we not talk about this? I’ve been trying to read this book for hours and I’m getting nowhere.”
“Yeah, because you’re in love with your best friend and you’re not doing anything about it.”
Joshua closed his book, realizing he wasn’t going to get anywhere in it today. At least, not while Seokmin was distracting him like this.
“What am I supposed to do about it?” He asked Seokmin. Seokmin pointed at Joshua’s chest, right over where his heart was.
“Tell her,” he said pointedly. “What’s the worst that could happen? She doesn’t feel the same way?”
“Yeah, exactly,” Joshua replied. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship over some stupid crush.”
“That stupid crush has gone on for like six years,” Seokmin retorted. “You’re almost ruining your friendship by not telling her about it.”
“Seokmin you don’t know the first thing about relationships. I don’t want to hear it from you.”
Seokmin raised his hands in the air defensively.
“I just don’t like to see you unhappy Joshua.”
“Shut up.”
“Okay, I've got to go, it's game night with the boys,” Joshua said, beginning to collect his things. You whined in protest.
“Nooo, can’t you stay a little longer?” You begged. “We can watch a movie together and eat some popcorn- doesn't that sound like fun?”
Joshua looked at you with a bit of a helpless look in his eyes. One you were used to seeing from him when you were begging him to stay with you instead of going somewhere else.
“Come on, I really do need to go. I haven’t hung out with the guys in a week and-”
“But you have barely hung out with me recently,” you continued to complain. “And you promised me you would make more time for me!”
“I just helped you with your homework,” Joshua said helplessly.
“But that wasn’t really hanging out with me,” you pointed out. “That was helping me. Hanging out and helping are two different things.”
Joshua hesitated so you stood up.
“Please, I’ve been really wanting to watch this movie with you...”
You let the statement hang in the air and you pretended like you didn’t know what the answer would be.
“Okay... I’ll text the guys that I’m coming late but I’m still going.”
You squealed and hugged Joshua.
“Come on! This will be so much fun!”
You knew that even as Joshua insisted he would be leaving to go see his friends that a movie together meant that he would stay the night. And the next morning when you woke up to the smell of pancakes and the sight of your best friend in last nights clothes you would smile brightly and think to yourself how lucky you really were.
Joshua was everything.
You had nothing without Joshua.
“Hey, I know you mean well but can I ask you something?”
You looked up at Hansol, a look of confusion settled over your face.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Stop doing this to Joshua.”
This only proved to confuse you even more. Your eyebrows furrowed further.
“Doing what?”
“Look it’s not really my place to say,” Hansol said softly. “But you’re really hurting him. Every time you start dating someone new. Every time you call him and you’re crying. You’re killing him.”
“What?” You asked. “Why would it kill him that I’m just telling him how I feel?”
“Because...” Hansol looked so frustrated that you weren’t able to piece together what he was saying. He blew hard out of his mouth. “I can’t say. You have to figure it out yourself.”
Your mouth opened in protest but Hansol was already turning around.
“I shouldn’t have come to you in the first place just...” He turned to look at you over his shoulder. “Think about Joshua the next time you go to call him. I don’t think you realize just how much he does for you.”
And then Hansol was gone.
That conversation left you... So frustrated. You couldn’t really wrap your mind around it. What were you doing to Joshua that was so bad?
Yes, you confided everything in him, but there was nothing wrong with that. You were best friends.
You thought about all the things that you had done to him over the last few months. You remembered normal movie nights. You remembered him cooking for you. You remembered the nights where you had cried to him about your breakup.
He never seemed off in your memories. He was just... Joshua.
What was it about Hansol’s face... That made you think you had really fucked up? Why did your heart sink when he said those things to you?
Why did you feel like you had made some big mistake when it came to you and Joshua’s relationship?
You hadn’t done anything wrong.
You hadn’t even realized you were walking until suddenly you collided into someone. You looked up and saw wide brown eyes and a dark wave of hair.
“I’m so sorry,” the person said. When his eyes met yours he seemed to be taken aback. “I... Wow, you are so beautiful.”
Your face flushed and your worries about Joshua suddenly left your mind.
“Did you bump into me just so you could say that?” You asked him, batting your eyes. He smiled.
“I wish I had that sort of forethought. I’m Dongjin.”
You hummed.
“Dongjin. I think it’s a good thing that we met.”
“Joshua!” You exclaimed excitedly. You rushed over to him, dragging someone in tow behind you. Joshua felt his heart sink when he saw the smile on your lips and the man in your hands.
“Hey,” he said, trying to force a smile on his lips. “Who is your-”
“This is my new boyfriend Dongjin!” You exclaimed excitedly. The man in question pressed his lips together in a smile. Joshua looked up at him... Literally, he was tall, and nodded in greeting.
“Your new boyfriend,” he said. A humorless laugh let his lips involuntarily, and he scrambled to cover it up. “I’m so glad to meet you! I’m sure you know who I am.”
Dongjin laughed.
“The best friend,” he agreed with a nod. “The most important man in her life yeah?”
“And she’s the most important woman,” Joshua agreed. He wanted to hit himself. He was being so transparent. Why couldn’t he just be happy for you?
When he looked over at you, you were staring at him with a blank expression on your face. Your grip had loosened on Dongjin’s wrist. Joshua gave you a smile that he hoped was convincing but you didn’t seem to notice. You turned to Dongjin.
“There are other people I want to introduce you to,” you said. “But, I’m tired. Can we go?”
Dongjin’s expression softened and he nodded.
“Let’s go.”
You looked over your shoulder at Joshua and he hoped that you couldn’t see his heart breaking.
“See you,” you said.
Joshua just waved in farewell.
Joshua didn’t cry every time you got a new boyfriend. There was no point in that. He knew that your boyfriend’s didn’t last long. He knew that in a few weeks, or a month, you would show up at his doorstep. He knew that in the end you two were best friends. Joshua was the only consistent man in your life.
That was good.
So why did Joshua want more so much?
Why did he want so badly to be the one that you dragged around a party? Why did he want to be going on dates with you, and be the one who got to pull you close and kiss you and tell you he loved you?
He was so sick of you telling him that he was a good friend. So sick of just being the guy that consoled you. He was selfish. He wanted more, he wanted you.
And that’s why he cried.
Not because you had a new boyfriend who clearly already cared about you a lot. Not because he knew this relationship would last at least a year. Not because you were going to be spending a lot of time with this new boyfriend.
He cried because he wanted to be your next boyfriend. And he wanted to be the person that made you stop needing others. And he worried that this Dongjin was going to steal that from him.
Joshua’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing.
“Coming.”
He got to his feet and rushed to the bathroom, spraying water in his face. Then he quickly went into his kitchen and cut an onion in half... Just in case. Then he walked up and pulled his door open.
He was surprised to find you standing there.
So surprised he could barely find the words to address you at all.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were with Dongjin?” He asked. You had that same weird look on your face that you had early. You squinted at him as if you could tell he had been crying so he laughed. “Are you looking at my eyes? I’m just cutting onions; you know how it is.”
You pushed past him without asking him to elaborate and so Joshua cautiously closed the door behind himself.
“I broke up with Dongjin.”
Joshua’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. That was fast.
“Oh, are you okay? Do I need to-”
You turned around and interrupted him by putting an open hand in the air. Joshua obediently stopped talking. You closed your eyes tightly, lowering your head a tad, and your fingers curled down so that you just had one index finger pointed in the air.
“You’re in love with me.”
Was it hot in the room? It was, it was burning. How had Joshua not noticed before just how hot it was in this room? Why hadn’t he opened a window, or turned the A.C up?
And that being aside when had the walls in the apartment ever been this close together? He almost swore that if he spread his arms out wide he would be able to touch both walls- were they getting closer? It felt like they were getting closer.
He blinked rapidly, trying to get his mind straight.
“I think I misheard you-”
“Admit it Joshua!” You interrupted again. “Don’t fuck with me, tell me it straight. I need to hear you say it.”
Silence fell between the two of you as Joshua waited for you to take it back. He waited for you to say this was all some huge prank.
A minute passed.
“I’m...” He couldn’t believe he was about to say this. “I’m in love with you.”
Joshua’s eyes dropped to the floor and he didn’t let them move from that spot. He cleared his throat awkwardly, hoping it would somehow clear the tension in the room.
“Joshua...” You trailed off. “Do you know how desperately I have been searching for love?”
Joshua didn’t respond. He didn’t even look at you. He couldn’t look at you. Now his secret was out after all. You two would never be just friends ever again.
“I’ve been trying so hard to find someone that will make me happy. Someone that will be there for me. Someone who gets me and would never hurt me,” you said. “I’ve gone through boyfriend after boyfriend and every last one of them has been a waste of time and this whole time I didn’t realize the obvious.”
He felt you touch his chest and it forced him to look up at you. You gave him a nervous smile. He hadn’t seen you look truly nervous towards him in a while.
“It’s you Joshua. You’re the perfect person for me.”
Joshua’s eyes widened.
“What?”
“I’m sorry it took me so long to get my shit together. To realize what was literally right in front of me. It’s you, it’s always been you, and it was so obvious that you loved me and I just ignored all the signs-”
“I mean it wasn’t that obvious,” Joshua interjected but you weren’t really listening.
“I love you Joshua. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it. I’m sorry that I’m only just saying it now. I love you.”
Joshua was going to give this a few seconds because if he didn’t he didn’t think it was going to actually sit in.
You had come to his house, broken up with your boyfriend and now you were confessing your love for him.
“Am I dreaming?” He asked. You gave him a small smile and pressed towards him. You placed a small kiss to his lips. So soft, and so hesitant it was like he had never been kissed at all.
“Did that feel like a dream?”
Instead of responding Joshua rushed forward. He placed both of his hands on your cheeks and pulled you against him, kissing you like he needed you to breath. When he pulled away you two were gasping, your face was red and he couldn’t actually believe that this was happening to him.
“You are the most beautiful person I have ever met in my life,” Joshua mumbled. “I don’t want to be like your last boyfriends. I will stay with you, I will never hurt you.”
“I know,” you agreed. You buried your face in Joshua’s chest and it made his heart skip a beat. “I don’t want to leave you. Don’t make me leave you tonight. I want to stay.”
It echoed of a time you had said this before, but this time it felt different. Because this time your heart wasn’t broken. Because this time you didn’t want to stay because you were hurt. You wanted to stay because you wanted Joshua. Not Dongjin, not any of the other men that she had been with you. You wanted to stay with him.
“Stay as long as you want,” he said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
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“It’s time to go y/n.”
“I’m not ready to leave him.”
Staring at his face you can tell he hasn’t slept well for a while. Eye backs like deep caverns, a hollow stare, gaze unsteady. But he has always looked so good in a suit. You can faintly remember the time he was in a navy suit for one of his best friend’s wedding and halfway through the reception you two snuck off to the garden to share some time alone.
That was when he mentioned he saw you in his future. He didn’t care if you had kids or not, it was up to you, all he wanted was you.
“There’s no way for me to go back is there?”
“Not at this time. I’m sorry y/n.”
“It’s okay, I understand Seungkwan.”
Just one last look. You whisper…
“I love you Hong Jisoo.”
It was only for a year. Just a year, right?
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starcrossed | hjs
pairing: professor!hong joshua x student!reader
themes: professorxstudent relationship, flirting in public, smut
warnings: none
tick. tock. tick. tock.
time was moving painfully slow today. normally you’d find dr. hong's class interesting but today you just couldn't seem to focus for some reason.
well—you couldve been focusing on the lesson if it weren’t for your stupidly hot professor teaching, his attire slightly different from his usual because the first few buttons of his shirt was unbuttoned whilst his tie hung looser than it normally would around his neck.
it was as if the world was plotting against you to actually do well this semester because of the temptation speaking to the entire class infront of you.
you shouldn’t be having these kinds of thoughts for your professor (he wasn’t that much older, just your senior of 2 years as he had graduated early) but goddamn was he fine. you just couldn’t help but think of him that way—his perfect head of hair that is perfectly messy and perfectly wavy on days he doesn’t gel in place. he's tall and buff. some people describe him as somewhat on the thinner side but i can tell he has more than some hidden muscles under his suit. his big brown eyes are hypnotizing; and his pink plump lips—fucking perfect.
don't even get me started on his hands. hands that i've imagined on my body in the most inappropriate ways—gripping, spanking, rubbing, choking.
he's a profiler so he's probably picked up on the fact that you were attracted to him. and you no profiler but you think he's attracted to you some way too. he looks at you when he thinks you don't notice (but you do). and they're not just any kind of looks; they're long looks, looks that start at your legs and end at your eyes. like that one time you just so happened to wear a short skirt and thigh high socks. walking in late and stopped him mid sentence as he watched you take a seat on the front row. he quite literally choked on his words. and in that moment you felt such a boost of confidence to be able to get that sort of reaction out of him. seeing what you did to him turned you on enough to be miserable for the rest class.
today you were not wearing a short skirt and you were bored. you wanted to get his attention somehow. it's wrong—so wrong.
but this couldn't hurt right?
you remembered you were wearing a tight fitting tank top under your sweater. you decided to discreetly pull down your top and take off your sweater then lean forward and pretend to be engulfed in the subject he's discussing, showing quite a bit of cleavage just enough to get his attention.
he usually paces from one side to the other when he discusses to check if the class was still listening. and you happen to be sitting towards the right side of the room and he's walking towards the left so you wait patiently for him to turn around.
he's walking. walking. walking. and turn.
"what i find interesting is the part where jane says that a lady's imagination jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment. what do you think she—" he stopped dead in his tracks; he spotted you.
you smile innocently as you feign to be listening intently to the discussion.
"uhh, ahem" he clears this throat nervously.
"miss, what do you think she meant by this?" he improvised, catching you off guard.
people started to turn their heads in you direction so you instinctively leaned back and slightly pulled up your tank.
shit, he got me there.
you could see a small smirk form on his face as he waited for your answer.
"well..." you start hesitantly, "that women are used to being disillusioned."
"that's your take?" he cocks his head and raises an eyebrow.
"yes. that's how i interpret it. how would you sir?" you both start to engage in a back and forth. your gazes locked on each other.
"i believe she refers to women's ability to develop deep feelings for someone when they respect them," he walks a few steps forward with both hands in his pockets. you nod your head slowly in agreement.
"i suppose you're not wrong. but the two don't necessarily contradict each other." you add, feeling more confident now with your answer.
"mmm you're right miss. I can always count on you to give me good answers."
you had laid low for the rest of the class, periodically answering some questions for recitation. he had avoided lingering too much on your side of the room probably to remove suspicion on his side from his flustered outburst.
"that's all for today, class. have a good weekend."
slightly embarrassed from what happened earlier in class you try to leave swiftly, passing by the professor's desk avoiding eye contact.
"miss, may i speak to you for a second?" he called out behind me as you curse under your breath for not getting out faster.
you turned around hesitantly and saw him sitting at his desk, looking at papers; almost as if he hadn't called you over. you walk back to his desk as the last few students leave the classroom, leaving us alone.
you start to get nervous as your brain imagines all the things he could say to me.
could he be mad about what you had said in class? is he gonna call you out for your flirting? is he gonna kick me out of his class? fuck—that can’t happen. this was a prerequisite for another class you have next semester.
"the last paper i assigned was due yesterday, you haven't turned it in" he looks up at you as he props his arms up in front of him and interlocks his fingers, resting his chin on his hands.
you had let go of a breath you hadn't realized you were holding—a late paper you could handle but him calling me out or worse dropping you from his class? another story.
"i'm sorry professor, i haven't finished it yet" you make slight puppy dog eyes in the hopes he'll be the tinest bit forgiving. normally he hates it when students turn in their work late and you did not want be one of them that he mentally puts a label on for being tardy.
"can you have it done by tomorrow? i'll be in my office at around 9pm, you can drop it off then. normally i wouldn't open office hours on weekends but i can make the exception; just this once."
"i can do that. i'll have it done by then sir."
"good. you're a bright student, i wouldn't wanna see your grades suffer due to tardiness." he leaned back on his chain and places his hands on his lap.
your eyes had drifted towards his lap—it almost looked like an invitation but you knew better than that.
"thank you dr. hong i greatly appreciate it." you say with all sincerity as you watch a small smirk form on his lips.
does he like it when i call him that?
"i'll see you tomorrow at 9pm sharp, miss."
well, fuck. no escaping him now.
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you've finished your paper as soon as you got home and now your mind is being filled with tempting ideas you should not be entertaining.
what if i wore a short skirt again? no. it'll be too obvious what you trying to do.
but wouldn't that be the point though? what point was i making anyways? am i really considering trying to get my professor to sleep with me? you groaned as you jumped into your bed.
the thought kept looming over my head the next morning, during the day, in the afternoon—the entire time i was awake and before i knew it it was time for me to get ready. it's settled—you want him and you wanted him bad.
⋆˚🐾˖°
you walked into the campus surprised that the main buildings are even open at 9pm on a saturday. the halls were so dimly lit, you almost couldn't find his office if you didn’t know the way to the room like the back of your hand.
you were late but that was on purpose. you were hoping it'll get a rise out of him. you decided to put on the same skirt and knee high socks as the last time, except your skirt is slightly more hiked up and you were wearing a very form fitting cropped sweater.
once you reached the door with his name on it you stop for a moment to muster up courage. you loved his name, it really did suit him.
you knock on the door and hear a faint, "come in."
you open the door to reveal a room that looks like any typical college professor’s office; but in a good way. it's lit up by a few lamps and candles, there's books on shelves and on the floor all opened as if dr. hong rummaged through it for research, there's a small couch with throw pillows and a blanket and his desk is facing the door—it was homey. you liked it.
it's not until the click of the door closing that he looks up from whatever he's doing. he does a quick double take and gulps and from where you were you could see him shift in his chair slightly.
"you're ten minutes late," he leans back on his chair and intertwines his hands together on top of his lap.
"there was traffic leaving my house i'm sorry." you lied.
"do you have the paper i asked for?"
"yes," you reached into you bag and dug out a folder with your essay neatly tucked inside and walked over to his desk and handed him the folder.
"i wanna read it over and give you your grade before you leave. please, make yourself comfortable."
you obliged, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of his desk and dropping your bag in the other.
he began reading my essay while you observed him. it was evident he was trying extra hard to focus. as he read and turned the pages you were entranced by the way his fingers moved and caressed the paper softly as if it was fragile.
at this point you were starting to imagine his hands on you again, creating a wetness between your thighs in probably the sluttiest panties you owned and if you had been a bit more entranced you wouldn't have noticed all the times he snuck glances at you while he read the paper he seemed to be approving, which was another relief.
finished he dropped the folder and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk.
"it's a great essay, A+." he finally spoke.
you let out a breath you didn't notice you were holding.
"thank you dr. hong.”
"you're a great writer," he complimented, "but you really need to work on the tardiness."
"yes, you're totally right. i will work on that sir."
silence filled the room and all that raced through your mind was that you had to make your move.
now or never.
you stood up slowly and walked around the desk, your finger tracing the smooth wooden surface. you don't say a word and can tell he's trying to decipher what the hell you doing. once you were all the way around you sit on the desk, right in between his legs.
"what are you—"
"do you like having me as your student, dr. hong?"
he gulps and shifts in his seat, "yes."
you hooked your foot under his chair and pull him closer watching as his eyes drift towards your lips then up to your eyes again.
“what’s your favorite thing about me being your student?”
"uh, well, you're very smart and—"
"are you sure it's not staring at my ass and legs when i wear skirts like this?" you cut him off, leaning forward slightly.
he exhaled through his nose, looking deep into your eyes and you see he's giving in. concern flashes in his eyes for keeping things professional as it fades into lust and desire.
"i do like it when you wear skirts like that," his voice was no longer hesitant. he knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you—and that was all he needed not to be nervous.
"mmm, why?" both of you were inching closer to each other. you could smell the perfume he wears to class that always seemed to get your attention in more ways than one.
god, did he smell divine.
"because i can imagine lifting it up to fuck you bent over my desk." his hand began sliding up your leg feeling you up as he did.
your breath got caught your throat when you heard him say it.
"that's what you're gonna do to me?"
"mhm, maybe that'll teach you a lesson on being tardy all the time." he stood up slowly, towering over you with both his hands are now caressing your thighs—his thumbs getting dangerously close to your soaking core.
"then teach me, doctor."
a smirk grew on his face as it did on your own as you challenged him. he tilted your chin up with his finger and leaned down slowly—painfully slowly. your lips graze each others as he avoided kissing you fully.
"can i kiss you?" he asked, your lips nearly touching.
"you can fuck me." you said impatiently breathing getting heavier.
"but can i kiss you?"
it confused you that he wanted to be a gentleman now after explicitly telling you he wanted to fuck you bent over his desk but then you realized he was just teasing you some more.
"yes." you breathed out before pulling him in by the back of his neck and practically going in tongue first.
he immediately pressed his body against yours, and you pulled him even closer by his cardigan. once you was clutching it you thought: why does he still have this on?
you quickly started to unbutton his cardigan as if your life depended on it whilst he slid his hand in your hair pulling on it by the roots.
"you're greedy huh? i bet you're already soaking wet."
"why don't you see for yourself?"
how you even got to utter that sentence was past you. you just needed him and you needed him now.
he grinned before attaching his lips to yours again and slithering his hand under your skirt and into your panties. you moaned softly into his mouth at the feeling of his fingers sliding in your folds and brushing against your bundle of nerves with the fingers you fantasized so much about.
"i hadn't even touched you and you were already this wet for me? all this for me?" he slid his hand out and put his fingers in his mouth and sucked—your mouth hung open in both shock and desire.
that was fucking hot.
"i wanna taste more of you, babygirl." he said looking at you through half hooded eyes.
he got down on his knees and scooted you forward to align himself with your entrance as he then began peppering kisses up ypur thighs as he hiked the skirt up more and more.
once you were exposed he kissed your clit through your underwear—at this point you couldn't help but groan as you grew heavy with anticipation. he hooked a finger on your underwear and tugged them off before he kissed your clit again. this time his lips made direct contact with your skin and a louder moan escaped your lips—you swore you could see your juices coating his soft pink lips.
he started licking softly and slowly. your hips beggining to rocking against his face almost as if they had a mind of their own. he picked up the speed just a little bit and then he stayed in that pace.
fuck this man is driving me insane. i want him like this—all day and everyday, always.
like waves your pleasure kept rolling in as he fucked you with his tongue. you could feel the familiar knot building up in you as began panting and moaning like crazy as his tongue danced slowly on your clit in circles. that's when he inserted a single finger and hooked it upwards hitting that one spot that makes you cry out in pleasure.
"oh fuck!" you cried out pulling his face deeper with your thighs as you crossed them behind his head as you heard him moan in response. your hand was tangled in his beautiful head of hair and you tugged on it slightly.
you couldn't believe it. he's moving ever so softly but you can feel so much pressure building up and then it crashed down on you—hard. body began shaking uncontrollably as your thighs clenched together locking him in but he didn't stop what he was doing.
it wasn't until you had come down from your high that he detached himself from you. this man really had you seeing stars for a moment.
he got up and kissed me again tasting yourself on him—his lips felt so nice on mine that i could kiss him forever.
"get up." he commanded softly as you followed.
he pushed his chair to the side and turned you around kissing your neck as he ran his hands all over your body with you becoming a moaning mess again.
"say my name." his hands grabbed my breasts as you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head from the way he played with your nipples with his fingers.
"joshua." you moaned out.
he groaned into your ear and quickly bent you over pressing his hard dick against your ass.
"you see what you do to me? every time i see you in class you're teasing me. coming into my class late in a short skirt like a slut."
he lifted your skirt and gave your ass a slap, making you jolt and moan at the same time from the sting it left.
"are you gonna keep being a bad girl? or are you gonna take my dick like the good girl you know you are?" he whispered into your ear as he spanked you.
"why can't I be both?"
"i knew you were greedy from the start." he chuckled lightly before pulling back to unbuckle his pants and get rid of his underwear.
he lined himself behind you grabbing unto your hips for support.
“do i need to use a condom?” he asked.
i shook my head no.
“i’m on the pill.”
you heard him say a quick fuck under his breath when he realized that he could cum inside you without worries.
"fuck!" he cursed as he inserted his dick in you.
"you're so big," you breathed out as you felt as if your voice had left your throat for a moment.
"you can take it."
once he was fully in he thrusted in slowly so you could adjust to the pleasurable pain.
you gave him the signal and he started to thrust faster. small moans and whimpers can be heard from both of you along with the rattling of his desk.
he took a handful of your hair and pulled, making you moan louder and even though the building was pretty empty both of us could still be heard by guards so he grabbed your panties and stuffed them in your mouth to muffle your loud moans.
"that's my good girl." he said in between pants as he lifted your leg and placed it on top of the desk to get a better angle.
"touch yourself." he whispered into your ear as your fingers found your clit feeling him thrust in and out of you.
you were getting over stimulated feeling both your fingers and his dick sliding in and out of you at a fast pace.
you could tell he was trying to holding back moans as he panted out.
“you look so pretty taking my dick like that. it looks so much better than i even imagined in my head.”
all you could do was moan and cry into your panties. you couldn't really tell him you were so close, but he could tell by the way your walls clenched around his dick.
"cum for me my sweet girl."
you felt the knot in your stomach dissolve as your orgasm crashed over you. you swore you came so hard you squirted and blacked out for a moment.
“fuck joshua!” you cursed as he still thrusted in and out of you, chasing his own high.
he quickly turned you around feeling his high and pushed you on your knees to cum in your mouth. his mouth hung open in an O shape as his hips buckled into your mouth. you swallowed every last drop and stared at each other for a moment—both out of breath.
"quite the mess i made." you said looking up at him, slightly embarrassed after catching your breath.
"was that the first time you squirted?" he asked as you nodded.
he took your hands and helped your stand. your legs we shaking like a baby deer's as he helped you to your feet and pushed your hair out of my face.
"don't be embarrassed. it was very sexy. and i'll take care of the mess."
he chuckled as you nodded and smiled back at him.
"did you learn your lesson about being late?" he placed his hands on your waist and you rested yours on his shoulders.
"if this is what i get for being late then i'm gonna be late everyday for the rest of the semester."
and the sound of his laugh filled the room as you smiled at him.
"fine," he replied, "as long as you wear outfits like this more often."
you had placed a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away.
“deal.”
so tell me, how can something so wrong feel so good?
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❃S/O being drunk/tipsy around Seventeen❃
A/N: So I may have gotten massively drunk last weekend as the region I live in celebrates a specific type of carnival that goes on for five days straight. I might have, maybe, drank a little bit too much during the music festival day and as I was drunkenly stumbling around, I wondered what it would be like to get drunk around svt.
Also, am I the only one who has a K-pop idols I want to get drunk with bias line? Currently, my list consists of Lee Know, Xiumin, Jin and San (to name a few). Just wondering whether that is a normal thing to have or whether I should be concerned about my sanity.
Scoups/Seungcheol
❀ Chances are that if you are drunk around him, so is he. Coups loves a good party on the occasion and isn't a stranger to clubbing. However, where he can hold his liquor and knows his limits, you may have forgotten about yours. Part of him adores your clinginess and finds you adorable; thus, he lets you be your embarrassingly drunk self, laughing at your shameless and less-than-stellar dance moves. As long as you are in the safe, not-too-drunk zone, he will let you have fun and try to match your drinking pace.
❀ However, the moment he notices that you are crossing the line into way too drunk territory, the responsible part of him will kick in, and he will chase you around with water. He will get very serious, going all alpha leader on you and doing whatever it takes for you to take a sip of water.
❀ No amount of cuteness or begging will convince him to stop his getting you sober plight; you can flirt all you want with him, but once he is concerned for your well-being, it is difficult to persuade him to let you keep on drinking. He is definitely not above cutting the night short either, taking you home instead. If you do as much as refuse, he will throw you over his shoulder and walk out like you weigh nothing.
Jeonghan
❀ To the poor soul who decided to get drunk around this man, I hope that he will never feel the urge to show those embarrassing videos that he took of you to those around you. Although he will, of course, keep his eye on you to prevent you from getting progressively drunker, he is enjoying you being drunk way too much. He will have his camera out the entire time and instigate you to do something embarrassing that sober-you would very much regret.
❀ He has an entire folder dedicated to your drunken mishaps, whether it is a five-minute video of you slurring your words as you argue why cows are grossly underappreciated when it comes to favourite animals or you crying as you hug a tree, sobbing that they do not receive enough love. Jeonghan cherishes every single photo and video he took of you being drunk, frequently rewatching them to cheer himself up.
❀ Honestly, it never fails to make you regret drinking around this man because he has no problem using it as blackmail against you. Whenever you try to argue with him during game nights, he will subtly reference one of your entertaining escapades, teasing you that anyone who repeatedly drunkenly asked whether turning a phone on aeroplane mode would give it the ability to fly is in no position to argue with him.
Joshua
❀ He is so unbelievably gentle with you. The moment he senses that you are getting ab bit too tipsy or borderline drunk, he will make sure to switch to water for himself instead. Although he enjoys the occasional drink, he wants to make sure that he is able to take care of you, letting you freely drink whilst he makes sure you do so safely.
❀ He is genuinely the sweetest, listening to all your drunken ramblings with a fond smile on his face. Whenever you are not paying attention to him, he will secretly switch out your alcoholic beverage for water, cheekily gaslighting you into believing that it is still the same drink by taking a sip himself and pretending that you are imagining things when exclaim it no longer tastes like vodka.
❀ When you guys get home, he will go into full caregiver mode, helping you remove your makeup, making sure that you didn’t forget to plug in your phone for the night and laying out your comfiest pyjamas for you to slip into after a brief shower. He will tuck you into bed after making sure that you drank enough water for the night, preparing a glass of water and some medication for you to take in the morning when the hangover kicks in, before turning in himself.
Jun
❀ The moment you enter your shared apartment drunk, Jun feels torn between laughing at your ridiculous actions spurred by your drunkenness and helping you sober up. Seeing you put your hand in the fish tank as you try to pet your now traumatised goldfish because you felt bad for never petting it before is hilarious to him. He is curious about what else you might do, following you around as you try to do more ridiculous things. He is thoroughly invested in seeing where your drunken brain is taking you next and what else you will get up to if he lets you roam around.
❀ Jun will entertain your drunken childlike curiosity, using it to finally be able to do the totally safe experiments you usually tell him off for. The two of you will engage in a plethora of dubious food experiments, mixing different drinks to find out whether they will taste any good together and go to the supermarket to buy a dozen different ice cream flavours in order to rank them all. Where usually you would scold him for trying to see whether a bath can really overflow, drunken-you would join him in watching the water level rise slowly.
❀ However, he simultaneously will be very caring, preparing a hearty meal to combat your drunkenness. He might not be the best chef in Seventeen, but he can cook up a couple of meals that help with absorbing the alcohol, preparing one of them to help you sober up a bit. He will ensure that you eat plenty of it and drink enough water before you go to bed.
Hoshi/Soonyoung
❀ In no universe is this man not drunker than you are when the two of you go out drinking. Hoshi’s tolerance is so incredibly low that he could get drunk on the smell of alcohol alone. The other members have to babysit the both of you, not even for your own safety but for those around you. He would be the type of person who, when you buy your shots, forgets that they are not his and, in his drunken stupor, take them when you turn around to pay. You are too drunk to notice either, not that it matters much, as you finish most of his drinks on accident, too.
❀ The dance floor is a danger zone when you two step onto it. Neither of you cares much about dancing decently; instead, the two of you have a competition going on who can come up with the most creative, shameless dance moves. The dance battle only ends when one of you accidentally knocks over a slow-dancing couple during an emotional ballad.
❀ The other members will ultimately have to step in, guiding you back home before either of you does something illegal. It is easier said than done; the two of you are so incredibly drunk that you decide to pose and take pictures with random statues you spot on your way home. Once home, they try to get you both to drink water but miserably fail as Hoshi completely breaks down, professing his undying love for you between sobs. The night ends with the two of you in each other’s arms, crying about how much you love each other.
Wonwoo
❀ Considering he doesn’t really drink himself, he will make sure you are not exceeding your drinking limits, babysitting you the entire time. However, where he usually makes sure to stop you from getting drunk the moment he notices you are getting tipsy, he hadn’t anticipated that the dinner with the members would turn into an out-of-control drinking party. When they suggested doing some drinking games whilst waiting for the food, he had assumed they would have gone easy on you; instead, you had lost so many of the drinking games that you were borderline drunk by the time that the food reached to your table.
❀ Throughout the dinner, Wonwoo tries to get you to drink as much water as he can. Your glass doesn’t stay empty for long as, rather than eating himself, he is way too focused on making sure that it is constantly filled with water. You have barely swallowed your food when he puts another piece of meat on your plate, hoping that the grease will help you sober up somewhat.
❀ When the members insist on playing more drinking games during and after the dinner, he initially refuses on your behalf. If you insist on continuing, he will awe the members by taking every punishment shot going your way for you. Unfortunately for him, the members have finally figured out a way to get Wonwoo to join their drinking festivities, using you as bait to get the usually introverted member to drink.
Woozi/Jihoon
❀ As another member who rarely, if ever, drinks, he always tells you to be careful when you do. When you get invited out for drinks with the members, he fully trusts them to keep an eye on you for his sake as he is stuck in the studio, having to finish a song. What he is not expecting, however, is for them to call him at 1 AM to come pick you up, as they may have grossly overestimated your alcohol tolerance. He can hear drunk-you brabble about how much you miss him in the background of the phone call as he talks to the members about coming over to take you home.
❀ With a big sigh, he makes his way over to the pub you guys had been drinking at, realizing that it might not have been the smartest to have the members who frequently drink and have built up quite the tolerance take you drinking. He is not necessarily angry at you or the members; instead, he is disappointed in himself for not having been there with you to ensure you would not go past your drinking limits.
❀ He is incredibly gentle with you when he finally arrives at the pub, scooping you up in his arms, ready to take you home. He will hear no apology on your part or the members, reassuring you that it happens and that although he would like for it to be prevented in the future, he understands that getting drunk happens. At home, he will be so soft as he makes sure to give you whatever you need. He will make sure not to leave your side, helping you shower and giving you plenty of cuddles in bed to make you feel better.
DK/Seokmin
❀ Another member who is probably just as drunk as you are, if not more. He would be getting drunk with you, sharing most of his drinks with you to the point where neither of you remembers which drink belongs to whom. He is definitely enabling your drunk behaviour and perhaps even the cause of it because whenever he picks up his shot of soju, he makes sure to give you one, too.
❀ He will rope you into doing something stupid, putting on one of his infamous skits with you as the second lead. You don’t know where he got a wig from, but he is fully engrossed in his role as Sandra, the woman who is about to be eaten by zombies. Where sober-you would be mortified by his behaviour, you are currently too drunk to care, down to join him as one of the vicious zombies. It doesn’t help that a small part of him still feels embarrassed about his actions and keeps taking a swig of the soju bottle left on your now-unoccupied table, making him progressively drunker as the performance continues.
❀ At the very least, your performance will be enjoyed by a considerably large, amused audience who decide to pay for some of your drinks in appreciation, making it a relatively cheap night out. Neither of you will be able to do much the next day as both of you completely forgot to drink water before going to bed, too busy re-enacting the best moments of your play, resulting in a massive hangover. As a result, the two of you spend most of the next day cuddled up in bed; DK claims that your hugs are the best cure for his crushing headache.
Mingyu
❀ Mingyu sometimes forgets that taller people tend to be able to drink more compared to those who are more vertically challenged; thus, he accidentally got you very drunk when he dragged you to go clubbing with him and the members. That being said, he is not feeling too guilty about it because where sober-you would try to limit the PDA in front of the other members, drunk-you completely forget they exist. Mingyu is on cloud nine when you start to touch him more than usual, thinking he has officially gone to heaven as you hug him close and refuse to let go.
❀ He is giggling uncontrollably, as you are all over him, insisting on slow-dancing to every song that comes on, even if it is to the most upbeat techno song. Although he makes sure that you don’t get too drunk, he will not make any attempts to sober you up immediately either, enjoying your attention way too much. He, for sure, will take at least fifty photos and videos where you are kissing his cheek and drunkenly rambling on and on about how much you love him, saving them for a rainy day. You are the cutest person alive to him, and he seriously considers always bringing you along from now on.
❀ Once home, he will make sure that you are fully provided for, cheekily suggesting to shower together as he is incredibly ‘worried’ that you might slip in the shower in your drunken state. Part of Mingyu is slightly sad to see you sober up when he hands you your tenth glass of water in an attempt to prevent a nasty hangover.
The8/Minghao
❀ There is no way in hell that Minghao is not watching you like a hawk when the two of you go drinking, taking away your drinks when he notices that you are getting a bit too out-of-control drunk. You always try to argue with him when he does, whining that you, the adult, know your limits and don’t need him to babysit you. Thus, to prove you wrong and to get you to stop arguing with him whenever he stops you from drinking, he makes a deal with you; you get to drink however much you want, and he won’t interfere with drunk you whatsoever.
❀ This is how you end up drunk out of your mind at one of the members’ birthday parties, challenging Seungkwan to an arm wrestling match after you had tried to beat a drunk and crying Hoshi in a dance battle without much success. You even competed in Scoups’ and Mingyu’s beer pong competition, making you drunker than you already were. Minghao hovers nearby, ready to jump in when necessary, keeping a close eye on your questionable actions. His phone is in his hands as he quietly films you from a distance, ready to present sober-you with the consequences of your drunken decisions.
❀ Nevertheless, he will interfere whenever you are about to do something too embarrassing; sure, he wants you to learn that you do stupid things when wasted, but he does not want you to be relentlessly teased by the other members for your intoxicated mishaps. Minghao will immediately take you back home and sober you up when he thinks that he has let you go on for long enough and that he has collected enough evidence to prove his claims. The next morning, he will lovingly confront you with reality, regardless of whether or not you are nursing a hangover, after which you agree that maybe, sometimes, he might have a point.
Seungkwan
❀ Seungkwan is honestly one of the best people to get drunk around. Sure, he drinks himself, but the moment he notices that he is getting tipsy, he slows down his drinking. He has had to deal with the members being drunk so often that he has developed successful ways of dealing with drunk people, making him well-equipped to deal with you. The moment you sheepishly admit that you are slightly drunk when you two are having dinner with the members, he will do his famous drunk check, rubbing over your forehead, making you giggle uncontrollably, before concluding that, indeed, you are gone.
❀ The entire evening, he will treat you like a little kid, listening to your drunken ramblings and providing you with sassy and funny remarks in exchange. He loves that you are laughing even more at his jokes than usual, and he will not miss a chance to elicit another fit of laughter out of you by doing something stupid. Seungkwan is not above embarrassing himself as long as it means that you are entertained.
❀ Honestly, I can’t imagine Seungkwan letting you do anything embarrassing. He will make sure that you sober up a little, providing you with water every now and then, and talk you out of whatever stupid plan you were about to execute. The moment he spots you climbing onto the bar, ready to execute your and Hoshi’s well-choreographed but slightly ridiculous dance routine, he will expertly redirect your attention to something else, making you completely forget about what you were about to do. As funny as he knows it would be for you to embarrass yourself, he knows you would be mortified the next day when you find out what you did the previous night and is fully committed to preventing that from happening. He would never let you do anything you would regret sober.
❀ Still, if you refuse to listen to him or you manage to do something stupid when he is momentarily distracted, he would not let you live it down.
Vernon
❀ Similarly to Jun, he is highly amused by your drunken escapades, curious to see what you will do. Where Jun, however, will join you in your antics, Vernon will mostly observe you, laughing his chair-screeching laugh as he does. He is not going to interfere whatsoever and lets you do whatever comes to your drunken mind, highly amused by whatever you are doing. Unless you are doing something illegal or dangerous, he is letting you do whatever your drunken brain convinces you to do.
❀ Getting drunk around Vernon means providing him with an arsenal of slightly embarrassing pictures that will be stored for later use. His phone is in his hand the whole evening, and he will make sure to snap thousands of images of your intoxicated self as you pose for him. You completely forget about him taking the pictures until he starts using them as stickers and memes in your private chat. Most of his reactions to your messages are you pulling a weird face. It wouldn’t have been that bad if he hadn’t started using them in the Seventeen group chat and as his phone’s background.
❀ As Vernon doesn’t strike me as someone who drinks often, he wouldn’t really be much help in sobering you up and making sure you won’t have too bad of a headache in the morning. Instead of making sure you drink enough water and get enough sleep, he convinces you to stay up late to watch a movie with him, entertained by your drunken commentary throughout, most of which he records. Needless to say, when morning arrives, you wake up with a lot of regrets.
Dino/Chan
❀ Dino is the king of being drunk; the amount of stories this dude has where he is wasted and doing something questionable are too many to count. Of course, he will be drunk with you, and of course, you two will create the best, most amusing drunk story ever. He had tried so hard to take the punishment shots for you whenever you lost a drinking game, not wanting you to get too drunk, resulting in both of you being incredibly intoxicated and hyping the other up to do some questionable stuff. The members tried to supervise the both of you, but you managed to escape when they got distracted for merely a second.
❀ In retrospect, your memories are kind of hazy on what had actually happened that night. In flashes, you remember a couple of rich people inviting you guys along, a boat, a garden gnome and something about a museum. Somehow, at the end of the night, you two end up in a fancy hotel, holding a garden gnome under your arm, all expenses paid, with the staff congratulating you on your engagement as you sport a very cheap plastic ring on your ring finger.
❀ In the morning, the two of you are nursing massive hangovers, utterly confused about where you are and how you managed to get there. Dino sees the thirty-plus missed calls from the members, knowing he is in a world of trouble, and someone mysteriously saved under the name Bob the Magician. The ring is so tight around your finger that you barely manage to get it off. Still, neither of you is planning on leaving any time soon, enjoying the luxury hotel the next couple of days as you try to piece together what transpired that night after ensuring the members that you are not dead in a ditch somewhere.
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summary: according to an ancient story, the greatest way to confess to the girl you love is to give her the top button of your uniform. Knowing thus tradition, here's how I think S.coups, Jeonghan and Joshua would confess their love.
comments, like and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡
high school romance ; fluff!! ; 2.6k wc ; I am so weak for them 😭 ; @kflixnet
thank u so much to my fav girl @sobun1est for proofreading this (she deserves the world AND a confession by S.coups asap !!)
CHOI SEUNGCHEOL [ 최승철 ]
Choi Seungcheol. The school slacker. The first time you heard his name was when the science teacher begged you to help him with his finals. He needed help in all scientific subjects, such as math, physics, bio, and chemistry… but from what was said, he was considered hopeless. The first time you met him, he was wearing a pajama - because he refused to “be like the others” wearing the uniform - and kept chewing gum while listening to music while you were trying your best to help him with his math homework.
From that very first moment, you understood why everyone thought he was considered a desperate case. In the first week, he did not listen to you at all, not even glancing at you, he had arrived late and left after less than an hour.
Over time he started to look at you and listen to you. He started to admire your patience, your passion, your focused look as you wrote, your clear voice as you explained, your optimism, and your kind heart...
At the same time, you also started to become attached to him when he first showed the will to improve his situation. Indeed after a week, he bought his first pencil, after two weeks he bought a schoolbag, and after a month he even had a collector with all of the subjects - it was quite well organized at the end of the third month.
His appearance improved during those months: his eyes appeared less tired, his hair wasn't greasy anymore, and he even wore half of the uniform.
On Monday, the results of the final exams had just arrived. It was 9 a.m. - still very early, as they would not display the result posters until 11 a.m. - when your science teacher called you with Seungcheol.
You both came out of your respective classes and as soon as you arrived in front of the teacher, she almost started tearing up with happiness at the news she wanted to announce to you. S.coups, as you had learned to call him by now, had passed all his exams. These were the exact words spoken to you by the professor. She almost jumped up and hugged you, but you were more focused on the proud smile that adorned your friend's face. Indeed by now, you were friends.
After hearing the news, to celebrate you opted to go for a bite to eat at the café near the school after class. That café where you first met when it all started is now filled with your happy chatter.
Having the time to be with him for more hours on that day, you were able to notice so many other details of the new S.coups. He had a rested face, a lot of energy in his speech, brighter eyes, and even an almost complete uniform - he had promised you that he would wear it perfectly only on the last day of school. After some time, he also managed to thank you from the bottom of his heart, and you to gain more confidence in your teaching abilities.
So, the last day of school had arrived, the last goodbyes, hugs, chats, and farewells before the end. But on that very full day, you had by no means forgotten your promise.
In fact, after saying goodbye to your friends, you moved to look for the boy. Thirty minutes had now passed, but nothing. You were about to give un helieving that you had overemphasized what had been between you. You turned to leave until a deep, masculine voice came to your ears that you now knew very well from hearing him repeat all the rules possible and imaginable.
You turned and saw him in all his glory. The sun was shining on his face, and his hair styled with was barely moving in the wind. His eyes were smiling, and he was still shouting your name to indicate his location. Only when he was closer, did you notice that he was wearing his uniform.
His eyes and chest were filled with pride, his smile was proud, and his happiness was more alive than ever. After a quick hug, he pointed out his uniform to you - emphasizing how uncomfortable it was and how much he had done it for you. With dreamy eyes, you stared into his eyes, and he accepted the challenge. Time and space around you appeared still, it was only you and him. But shortly, your eye was drawn to a detail in his clothing. A button was missing from his clothing, the first one from the top, and it was clear that it had been detached.
He noticed the movement of your gaze and your puzzlement. But before you could say anything, he had put the missing button in front of your face. As if to prevent you from doubting him and his promises to you.
"I read that giving the first button of one's uniform to the loved girl is a way of confession," he told you.
"Oh, your romantic side," and before you could ask him any more questions, he shushed you for the second time - like he used to do proudly when he explained the lesson he had learned because of you.
"Here, this is for you," he said handing you the button. In the end, he kept his promise: he was in his perfect (uni)form, wearing his school uniform and demonstrating his love to you.
YOON JEONGHAN [ 윤정한 ]
Yoon Jeonghan was taller than you, his eyes were brown as hazelnut and his hair black as ebony, his skin was flawless and his smile was always feeble. Although his sneaky character did not match his angel and kind appearance. From the teacher’s point of view, he was the perfect, smart, and angelic student. To everyone, he was the popular, handsome, and cocky boy. To you, he was something more.
You two had many classes together during high school, and you managed to learn more about him. Even if you did not speak much to him, you caught another side of him. Behind his angel appearance and presumptuous acting was a gentle boy. That gentle boy that made you lose your mind for him. You noticed once how he helped a guy who was being bullied or another time when he stayed until 11 pm in the library to help a girl with her math homework.
So time passed and he quickly became your crush, someone you would always look at and admire from afar. You can’t say that he did not like attention, because he did. But he liked them only when they focused on the things he wanted - like his appearance, his carelessness, his intelligence. He did not want to expose too much of his kind side and you always wondered why, and the more you knew about him the more you started to like him.
One-side love, mh? That was what you kept reminding yourself while observing him from afar. Many gorgeous girls and boys liked him openly, but he always ended up rejecting them; so you chose to stay silent and watch him from afar.
On one hand, it was nice to have someone to romanticize, someone to think about before bed, or when you needed to cheer up. But immediately after that comfortable feeling, a melancholy one showed up. But it's the one-sided love, isn't it?
So the years passed, you changed, and your crush on him got stronger. Until the last days before the end of high school. When you found yourself, on the last Monday in high school, on a fresh summer night - instead of studying - focusing on the choice of the words for the anonymous letter you would have given to him tomorrow.
He did not want to expose too much of his kind side and you always wondered why, and the more you knew about him the more you started to like him.You closed it at 10 am before putting it in his lock. As soon as you did, a huge weight lifted from your consciousness, making room for another.
He had seen you secretly place something in his locker. Because after you put the letter Jeonghan saw you, YN.
Yn, the one who won his heart since his freshman year of high school. The one who had been on his mind for years, and as much as he didn't want it, the heart decided on its own. He instinctively came closer to see what it was, but you quickly moved away. After a week, you went from wanting to confess to wanting to die to hide your feelings for him.
Your week was no different from his. Until Friday, the last day of school. Your heart lightened when all the exams - and the high school years with them - were over. The day was going beautifully, and you had stopped one last time to look at your - now ex-school. The others had slowly left, it was late afternoon, and you would have to go soon too. So many memories mixed with laughter and tears, so many regrets mixed with victories and disappointments.
Lost in your thoughts, you did not notice that he reached you. You were startled when someone patted your shoulder. He had arrived in silence, and without speaking he made so much noise in your heart that it started beating wildly. You looked at him awkwardly... since the day he saw you put the love letter into his locker, you had only given each other fleeting glances.
He kept not saying a word and looked down at his uniform. The sound of the button being detached from the uniform was the first sound you had heard since his arrival. Still, in disbelief, you didn't move. He took your hand and placed the button in it.
He smiled at you, with the faint smile of him - the one that you loved so intensely - with those hazel eyes that had drawn you, he patted your head, and without saying anything he turned to leave. Was this perhaps his way of confessing… Wait, was he confessing?
Your surprised look was replaced by a huge smile, and your heart kept beating rapidly - but not anymore only for the love tension, now even for the exhaustion of running as you chased him, demanding answers, confessions, and maybe something more...
HONG JISOO [ 홍지수 ]
Everyone knew who Hong Jisoo was. Everyone called him Joshua, and he was known as one of the nicest and kindest boys at school. However, he was so kind that people easily took advantage of him. Starting with occasional help with English homework, solving math problems, and planning for free private lessons several times per week.
Initially, he was happy that he could help everyone and was flattered when girls came to him with long letters that showed to be a mix of a confession of love and thanks for the school's help.
However, the more he gave of himself to others, the less of himself left. Joshua was gradually wearing himself out. He was so focused on others that he had forgotten about himself.
He thought about this for the first time as he left for school, with music in his ears as he finished tying up his uniform. Just as he was about to do so, he realized it was missing again the top button. The one that was meant to be given to the girl he loved. Instead, someone stole it for him when he had left his uniform in class for PE class.
It was the third time that week, but he had gradually accepted it because he didn't know who was responsible. He kept reminding himself that school would be over in a week. He could bear with it, right? So he arrived at school, greeted everyone with his usual cheerful smile, and sat down. Resigned that he would be without a button for one more day.
Or so he thought. In his underbench was a rosy cloth tissue, with a brand-new button inside and a small note saying: Take care of yourself.
The gesture made him smile immensely and soothed his troubled soul. Who on earth could it have been? Who on earth could have noticed what had happened to him?
And as his curiosity increased, so did your beats as you watched him bask in the happiness of having found your gift for him. Indeed, you had long noticed how much he was a victim of others' exploitation.
And once, after you had asked him who his love was - referring to the missing button - he had told you that someone had even taken the button off his uniform.
Since then you began to feel closer to that boy, who appeared perfect and cheerful from a distance. And you had decided to help him secretly and from a distance. And you realized that was great; seeing him happy after finding the button had already brightened your day.
The day had gone by swiftly, and you had exchanged a few words with him as usual. He had been gentle as always and proudly wore the button given to him.
The daily hour of PE arrived, and for the fourth time, his button was stolen.
This time it hurt him a bit more because it was a gift; you could see a blank expression on his face, a dull grin, and a suppressed anger with clenched teeth. That day he returned home earlier than everyone.
But the next day - the last day of school - you put for the second time a button on a pink tissue for him. “I am on your side; take care of yourself!” That was the new note you'd left on his desk.
As soon as he saw it, he hurried back to the school tailor's class and sewed it tightly to his uniform with a needle and thread.
Because it was the last day of school, you were both happy with the end of the tests, and your day went well until the last hour. You did not do PE, so you stayed in class and napped on your desk.
You did it to rest but also tried to catch the button thief in the act. It had been a few minutes since you heard the classroom door open and saw who had come. You quickly took a picture, scaring the thief away, but the robbery had already happened, and the button was missing again. Anger welled up in your veins after Joshua's button was stolen for the umpteenth time.
Without thinking about it, you pulled off the first button on your uniform, and with the sewing kit you always carried with you, you put it on his uniform.
Just in time for when your classmates returned to class.
You knew it was a button from the girl's uniform, but you hoped that he would not pay too much attention to it. And so it seemed, for he had said nothing and had only put his uniform back on.
So high school had ended, and you were heading home free of stress and negative feelings. When you heard someone call out your name.
You stopped and turned around; it was Joshua. He was running toward you waving his hand. "There's something I want to give you." He told you as he caught his breath after catching up with you.
"I think you know the legend of the button given to the loved one - and you nodded as your heart rate grew, was this what you thought was going on? - Here. Here it is the button as an act of my love and gratitude for your kindness, which quietly brightened my day."
With that said, he approached your face and very carefully began stitching up the missing button on your uniform with one of his own.
On a pleasant summer day, you two confessed your love with a button exchange, hand in hand, and excitement in your heart.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐒/𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 | '𝟗𝟓 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫
includes. s.coups, jeonghan and joshua
a/n. i saw this cute couple on bus the other day, where the girl fell asleep on the guy's shoulder... so that is where inspiration came from.
m.list.
જ⁀➴ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐋 (𝐒.𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒)
Scoups initially freezes, unsure of how to react. He's not used to someone relying on him so completely. Internally, he's a blushing mess.
Slowly loosens up, realising how peaceful you look. Wraps a strong arm around you protectively, his movements becoming extra careful.
Can't help but feel a surge of pride. You trusting him enough to fall asleep on him fills him with warmth and a sense of accomplishment.
Might hesitantly shift to cradle you closer, but in a way that feels more like offering support than anything overly romantic.
Later, when you wake up, he'll playfully brag about how comfortable you must feel to fall asleep on the leader.
જ⁀➴ 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍
Jeonghan will try to play it cool, maybe even letting out a small scoff. But secretly, his heart melts at the sight of you, sleeping against his shoulder.
Steals glances at you while you sleep, a soft smile playing on his lips. He might even brush stray hair away from your face.
Despite his usual teasing demeanour, he's incredibly gentle. He wouldn't dare move a muscle for fear of waking you.
Jeonghan being Jeonghan, he might find some unconventional way to make you more comfortable. Maybe a strategically placed scarf or a stuffed animal for headrest.
Once you wake up, expect some playful teasing. He might use a pet name in a sing-song voice and ask if you find him that comfortable.
જ⁀➴ 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐎 (𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐀)
Joshua's first instinct is to check if you're alright. He might gently nudge you or whisper your name to make sure you're just sleeping.
If you seem restless, he'll quietly adjust things for your comfort like blanket, pillow, temperature, etc.
To lull you into a deeper sleep, he might hum a soft melody or sing a comforting lullaby in his soothing voice.
To avoid waking Y/N, Joshua might pick up a book to read quietly, enjoying the peaceful closeness.
Later, when Y/N wakes up, Joshua might reminisce about the experience with a fond smile, creating a cherished memory for him.
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Just Like That — h.joshua
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playlist: fever — enhypen; light a flame — seventeen; sexuality — taemin
➮ incubus!Joshua × f!reader
wc: 16k
summary: fantasizing about her handsome and sweet coworker has some unintended consequences for Y/N when an incubus shows up in her home after unintentionally summoning him with what she thought was just gibberish.
genres/themes/au: angst, one sided pining, smut; religious themes, supernatural themes, demonic themes; non idol au, demon au
warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!
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a/n: this is just pure filth and I won't apologize lol I did this to torture the bestie. It was supposed to be a timestamps lol and it turned into 16k. Thank you for reading, reblogs and comments are always appreciated, and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.
A huge thank you to @kpop-stories-21 & @anyamaris for sprinting with me back to back and essentially keeping me company while I worked on this 💕
Translation notes: Cur curritis is google translate latin for ‘why are you running?’ disclaimer: I do not know latin so this could be wildly inaccurate because it’s google translate. Likewise, Mortalem te interro- gavi is what I got for ‘i asked you a question, mortal.’ Again, I don’t know latin. I just used google translate. I’m not going for accuracy here lol. The incantation, Te invoco a profundus inferni is from Supernatural lol
smut warnings: unprotected sex (pls use protection), tentacles, dirty talk, praise, pet names (baby, doll, angel, slut, etc), marking (f receiving), spanking (f receiving) , spitting, choking (f receiving) , fingering (f receiving), slight somnophilia, rough sex, anal, double penetration, multiple orgasms (f receiving), creampie, breeding kink, big d!ck!Joshua being a menace to my sanity, dom!Shua, sub!Reader, and I think that's everything but of course, let me know if I missed something!
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Autumn was in the air. The mornings had become chilly, frosty dew covered grass crunching underfoot that gave way to cool days, the sun warming just enough but not burning. The scent of the holidays hung in the air as you noticed decor going up on your way to work in the mornings.
The only coffee shop in town had finally put up their fall menu and despite how much flack you got for it, you were excited that the pumpkin cakes and warm vanilla chai lattes with a sprinkle of cinnamon and Halloween themed foam designs were back. On your days off, you could enjoy a steaming mug, adoring the jack-o-lantern face staring back at you from atop your drink.
On days like today, you opted for the to-go version of your favorite vanilla latte, grabbing an americano as well as two slices of pumpkin cake, topped with chopped candied walnuts. The bell rang, the sound crystal clear as you exited the shop and headed down the sidewalk littered with fallen leaves in various shades of browns, oranges, and yellows.
Children hurried on by, on their way to school as you walked, rounding the corner and heading for the end of the block where the antique shop you worked at stood, the old brick building stood. It was a much older building than the ones that stood around it, the brick darker and more weatherworn.
You let out a sigh, breath hanging briefly in the cool air as you looked at the storefront. White and black striped awnings hung over the large windows, gold lettering adorning the glass in a curly script that read ‘Pandora’s Box’. You crossed the cobblestone street, heading for the old wooden door and pressed down on the handle. It turned under your hand and allowed you to enter the shop.
A soft bell rang out and immediately you could hear shuffling coming from the back of the shop.
“Sorry!” a voice called out. “We’re closed!” You ignored the voice as you moved around behind the front counter and set down both coffees and the paper bag with the pumpkin cake. You were taking off your coat when your coworker and owner of the voice appeared and glanced over at you.
“Oh, it’s you,” he said, perking up and straightening his tan colored apron. You fought the urge to giggle as he walked over to the door and peered outside the window before turning the lock and looking over at you. “Thought I locked that when I came in,” he said as you removed your scarf and hung it up with your coat on the hook behind your seat.
“What’s this?” Joshua asked, looking down at the two coffees. You picked yours up and took a sip before picking the second one up and held it out for him. “You got me coffee?” he asked, taking the cup gently from you. “Hot americano, extra cream,” you answered, setting your cup down. “I also got us some-” you were interrupted by a sharp knocking at the window of the door.
Both you and Joshua turned to look and saw an older woman standing at the door. It was the elderly woman that lived out on Broome street. “Isn’t that the cat lady?” Joshua whispered, turning his head to look at you as he set his cup down. “Mrs. Briggs,” you reminded him.
Joshua moved to the door and unlocked it, opening the door and no doubt giving the grumpy old woman a pleasant smile. “How can I help you Mrs. Briggs?” he asked in his sweet voice. The old woman wore a very old fur coat that was a bit ratty, almost as if it hadn’t been taken proper care of.
Under the brown fur, she wore a mustard yellow turtleneck sweater with a long brown skirt that reached almost to her ankles. Under she had brown stockings and some brown low heels. She had all of her gray hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun complete with a yellow scrunchie. In her hands she carried a basket full of different knick knacks and trinkets.
“I need to drop these off,” she said in a gruff voice as she attempted to push past Joshua who blocked her path. She looked up at him, lips parted in a look of pure shock. “Who are you?” she demanded. Joshua gave her his famous smile. The one that had all the girls in the coffee shop swooning or the high school girls giggling as he passed by.
Joshua had only lived in this town for a few years now. He moved into the space above the shop which was owned by his aunt. His uncle had originally run the shop but after his uncle got sick and passed away, Joshua moved in to help his aunt out. He was only supposed to be in town for a short time but he decided to stay after a year.
Joshua smiled at Mrs. Briggs. “It’s Joshua, Mrs. Briggs,” he reminded her. She looked positively outraged. “Well where is Bill?” she demanded angrily. “Uncle Bill passed away three years ago, Miriam,” you said, moving from behind the counter and approaching the door.
Upon seeing you, Mrs. Briggs looked much calmer. “Y/N!” she said desperately. You sent a subtle wink Joshua’s way and took over, keeping the old woman at the door. “I need to drop this off. I can’t have it in the house anymore,” she said, holding out the basket. You nodded, looking down and back up.
“Okay, Miriam. Let me just get my pad of paper and we’ll take care of it,” you said, turning to grab the pad from the counter. In your momentary lapse, Mrs. Briggs had managed to push the door open. Joshua moved forward but you waved him off. “I got this,” you mouthed as the woman set her basket on the counter. Joshua nodded and started to head to the back when you called him back, holding out his coffee and the paper sack.
He took them from you and you told him you’d eat your pumpkin cake later.
It took all of ten minutes to check in all the items Mrs. Briggs had brought in and when you were done, you gently ushered her to the door and waved her off before shutting and locking the door. Joshua reappeared, peering around. “You think after three years, she’d know who I am,” he said, moving to lean on the counter as you finished adding the items to the store’s inventory.
“She’s got Alzheimer’s,” you said softly as you worked. Joshua said nothing, watching you write instead. When you finished the line you were on, he finally spoke. “Sorry,” he whispered. You glanced up as you capped the pen and smiled at him. “It’s okay,” you responded, setting the pen aside and flipping the page to a new sheet. “She’s a mean old lady, even before her diagnosis. Very pushy and rude,” you replied as you started to place the items back in the basket.
Joshua moved to help you. “Did she want the basket back?” he asked as you worked together. You shook your head. “No,” you said with a chuckle. “The only thing Mrs. Briggs has more than cats are baskets. I don’t think she’ll be missing this one.” You gave him a wink and made to grab the handles. He stopped you, taking the basket himself. “I got this,” he said and nodded towards the back.
“Your slice of pumpkin cake is in the back. I’ll finish opening up, you go eat.”
You smiled, thanking him before heading to the break room in the back. It wasn’t so much a room as it was an area blocked off. There was a small kitchenette with a mini fridge, microwave, and a sink. In the middle of the space was a small round table with three wooden chairs. Sitting on the table was the paper sack. You washed your hands quickly and took a seat, opening the bag.
The pumpkin cake was delicious as always and you savored each bite. As you were finishing it, Joshua’s voice rang out from the front. “I’m going to open the shop!” he called. You stuffed the last bite of cake in your mouth and got up, tossing the paper sack in the bin and washed your hands, chewing hastily as you dried your hands and hurried back to the front.
Joshua stood behind the counter and looked up as you approached. “You didn’t have to come up here,” he chuckled as you grabbed your own apron from under the counter and put it on. “I was finished anyway,” you replied, attempting to tie your apron strings. Joshua laughed softly and moved to stand behind you. “Here,” he said softly, taking the ties from you and carefully tying them.
“It’s a lot easier when you have help,” he said, his voice soft and breath hitting the back of your neck.
Your cheeks burned and you were thankful he couldn’t see the way you drew your bottom lip between your teeth or hear the way your heart hammered in your chest or feel the heat rush to your core.
“There,” he said simply and moved to grab the paper he’d been reading. “All set.”
You forced a smile, turning your head before moving to your usual spot behind the counter and taking a seat on the stool.
It wasn’t the first time you’d had this reaction to Joshua and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
You weren’t proud to admit it, but you’d had more than one fantasy about your coworker. It was his fault really for being so nice and polite and sweet. Not to mention incredibly handsome and when he pushed his sleeves up, exposing his forearms, you could feel your panties stick to you every time he did something so effortlessly.
It was no secret half the women in town found Joshua attractive and you were one of them. Unfortunately for you, he was your coworker and although Bill wasn’t around anymore, Joshua seemed to adhere to the strict no dating coworkers policy Bill had. Of course, Bill was married and he was usually the only one in the shop until you joined.
You weren’t in the habit of dating bosses so you never cared much about the policy but now it was driving you mad. Especially during the times it felt like Joshua was flirting with you though you never truly knew for sure if he was serious or just being playful. It was hard to tell with him.
The morning flew by after opening the shop. It wasn’t like you were busy. Most of the customers that came in only wanted to look around and very few ever bought anything. Sometimes you’d have town residents come by and drop off their old things. Most of your job was cashiering and inventory.
Joshua did most of the restoration work that came with old furniture as well as other physical tasks like carrying the larger items out to customers’ cars or moving large furniture items to make space for new items. When you weren't busy ringing someone up or filling out an inventory sheet, you’d find yourself watching Joshua work, admiring the way he lifted things with ease. He’d pushed up the sleeves of his cream colored sweater hours ago, exposing his forearms and the veins that peeked out whenever he exerted any force.
You tried not to make it obvious you were staring but sometimes he’d glance over and catch you, prompting you to turn your gaze back to the crossword puzzle you were absentmindedly filling out with bogus answers in pencil. When you looked away, you missed the way Joshua’s smile turned into more of a smirk. He knew you were watching him and he knew he had an effect on you to some extent.
But not the full extent.
He didn’t know how you sometimes thought about him late at night as you teased yourself with your fingers or how you imagined it was his fingers as you pushed them into your aching heat. He didn’t know it was him that you dreamed about riding or that you wondered how his cock tasted.
And he never would.
The sun had started to set when Joshua finally locked the front door. You stretched your arms above your head, letting out the tiniest of squeaks as he walked over. “You can head home,” he said, leaning against the counter, resting his palms against the surface.
“I can close up here,” he added. You shook your head. “It’s okay, you answered. “I don’t have any plans.” Joshua tilted his head, trying to hold back a smirk. “No exciting hot dates?” he asked as you opened the register. You snorted, shaking your head. “No,” you replied.
“Why not?” he asked as you started to count the bills in the till. You looked up to meet his gaze. You hadn’t expected him to ask you that. “Uh…” you trailed off as you stopped counting. “I guess I just haven’t met someone,” you answered. Joshua’s head tilted the opposite way at that.
“You haven’t?” he pressed. It seemed like he was trying to make a point but you weren’t sure what he expected you to say. You shook your head. “Well,” you continued. “Not anyone that’s available,” you added softly, turning your gaze back down to continue counting.
You finished counting the bills and moved onto the change as Joshua watched you. When you finished and wrote down the total, adding it to the records book, Joshua finally spoke. “How about we finish up here and then go get dinner,” he offered. You nearly tripped over your own feet as you turned away from the shelf where you stored the records book.
Turning to look at him, you found him already looking at you, a smile and expectant look.
“O-okay,” you said softly, mentally cursing yourself for stammering. Joshua smiled and turned away before heading to the back of the shop to make sure everything was locked up while you pulled out the profits from the register and placed them into a bank bag and headed for the back where you found Joshua grabbing the broom. “Here,” you said, holding out the bank bag.
He looked up as he separated the dustpan from the broom. He nodded towards the door that led upstairs. “Just set it up on the counter up there,” he said as he moved past you for the door back into the shop. “What?” you asked, turning as he stopped at the door. “Just put it on the kitchen counter up here,” he said with a smile. You glanced at the door to the stairs and then back at Joshua.
“You mean in your apartment?”
He nodded, the smile spreading. “Yeah,��� he answered. “Here.” You watched as he reached into his pocket and fished out his keys before tossing them to you. “Just let yourself in.”
With that, he disappeared into the front and left you standing in the break area. Taking a deep breath, you turned to the door and took hold of the knob. ‘You got this Y/N,’ you told yourself. ‘It’s just his apartment.’
You turned the knob and pushed the door open. It creaked softly as you peered into the dimly lit hall. The bottom landing was small and immediately went into the staircase. You shut the door behind you and started up the stairs, each step creaking under foot.
At the top, you managed to pick out the right key and unlocked the door before pushing it open.
Whatever you’d been expecting, it was not this. You’d only ever seen this space once and it was a mostly empty space with a few furniture items stored up here. It was dusty, dark save for the large glass windows at the back of the space that looked out into a small courtyard that backed up to a wooded area. The space had been transformed into a functional studio apartment.
A kitchen had been installed, brown counters with white quartz tops lined the wall against the stairs. A kitchen island separated the kitchen space from the living space. Facing a brick wall was a comfortable looking sofa with a low table between it and a media stand where a large flatscreen stood.
You walked further into the apartment, shutting the door behind you as you continued to look around.
The media stand held numerous DVDs and knick knacks. A knitted blanket lay folded over the arm of the cream colored couch with warm brown accent pillows. On the coffee table sat a small mirrored tray with a gold rim. In the middle was a small tv remote and a couple candles.
Against the wall under the windows stood a side table running the length of one of the windows. It had doors with small brass knobs and most likely held an assortment of different things. ‘Probably storage,’ you told yourself as you turned away from the living room.
Behind the couch was a partition wall that didn’t reach the ceiling. It was made of bamboo and straight geometric shapes with a sheer material on one side to create a separate bedroom space.
The bed was a large king size, wooden frame with clawed feet. You recognized it as one of the pieces that had been stored up here before. Joshua must have cleaned and restored it because the last time you saw it, the wood was dull and coated with a thick layer of dust.
At the end of the bed was a small bench with a folded blanket and a space to sit. Oh either side of the bed were matching nightstands in matching wood to the bed frame. The bed linens were creams and browns, both neutral but cozy and inviting.
Next to the bedroom space at the end of the kitchen was a small folding door housing what you assumed was a pantry and next to that was another door which you could only assume led to a bathroom.
Between the bed and the bathroom stood a large armoire with double doors. It was another piece that you recognized being stored in the space and just like the bed frame, Joshua cleaned and restored it so it was almost unrecognizable.
Next to the armoire in the corner was a full length mirror leaning against the wall. The top was decorated with postcards and a few pictures. Before you had a chance to move closer and take a look, you heard the door behind you open and spun around to find Joshua entering the apartment.
The two of you stared at one another for a moment before he spoke. “I’m done downstairs,” he commented. “Thought you might have gotten lost,” he added with a smirk. You shook your head, still holding the bank bag. Joshua nodded towards it. “You gonna hold onto that?” he asked, amused when you quickly set it down on the kitchen island.
“Shall we then?” he asked, nodding towards the door. You nodded without another word and headed for the door quickly, much to his amusement. Joshua stopped you with his hand on your arm gently. You looked down at his hand and up to meet his gaze. He held out his other hand.
“Keys?” he asked simply. You dropped them in his hand and headed down the stairs as he chuckled to himself, closing the door and locking it before following you.
“Are you hungry?” he asked as you reached the landing. You nodded again. “Yeah,” you managed to say as he led the way into the front of the shop. “How does Italian sound?” he asked as you grabbed your things, pulling on your coat and scarf. You nodded, heading for the door as he followed.
“Italian sounds fine.”
Once the shop was locked up, the walk to the Italian restaurant didn’t take much time at all. It was a small place with only about 5 tables and a small bar. It was nestled between a bakery and butcher shop, all owned by the same family. Joshua held the door for you with a smile as you thanked him and stepped inside.
You’d been to this place maybe once or twice in the whole time you’d lived in this town. It had been owned by the same family for generations and was currently being run by the grandchildren of the original owner. A young girl at the host stand smiled as you entered the building.
“Just two?” she asked. Joshua nodded as she gathered the menus and silverware, rolled up into black cloth napkins. She tucked the menus and silverware into her arm and picked up a pen, jotting something down on a piece of paper on the host stand before smiling at the two of you. “Right this way!”
She led you to a smaller table in the corner meant for couples. All the tables were round, most seating about four patrons. There was a small room off the main dining area with a much larger table meant for bigger parties. Along the wall were smaller tables with two chairs each and at the back was the bar. A long window allowed a look into the kitchen where you could catch glimpses of workers passing by.
A door at the far corner opposite your table allowed workers in and out of the kitchen. You removed your coat, laying it across the back of your chair and sat down as Joshua did the same and the hostess set the menus and silverware down on the table. “What can I get you started to drink?” she asked as you both settled into your seats.
“Just water,” you answered, not in the mood for soda or coffee. Joshua smiled at the hostess as he glanced over the drink menu. “A glass of cabernet, please,” he said politely. He turned to look at you. “You sure you just want water?” he asked, tilting his head. You looked down at the menu, eyes scanning before finding something that sounded good. “I’ll just have a limoncello martini,” you said, looking up at the hostess who smiled and nodded. “I’ll go put those in and your server will be by soon,” she chirped.
“And I’ll still bring you that water,” she added with a wink your way before heading off.
You looked down at the menu, flipping it over to look at the entrees. The menu wasn’t huge but they had a lot of options to choose from. As your eyes scanned, you could feel eyes on you and glanced up through your lashes to find Joshua already doing the same. He glanced back down, a smirk tugging at his lips. You looked back down, trying to finalize your decision.
“I can’t choose,” you heard him say softly. “I’m stuck between the tuscan-grilled sirloin or the mezzaluna,” he added, glancing up to meet your gaze. “Well they have an option to do both,” you offered, looking over the combinations. “You could get a 7 oz sirloin and a half order of mezzaluna,” you read off the menu. “That way you don’t have to choose.”
Joshua nodded as he looked at the menu. “What are you getting?” he asked softly, looking up once more. “The chicken,” you answered, setting your menu down as the host returned, setting two glasses of water down. You thanked her and picked it up, taking a sip. “Which chicken?” Joshua asked as he lifted his own glass, keeping his eyes trained on you.
Before you could answer, the server arrived. She was around the same age as the hostess and looked like she could be an older sister. “Hey,” she said breathlessly and you could only assume she’d been running all over the restaurant, serving multiple tables. “Your drinks should be coming from the bar in just a moment,” she said as she pulled out a pad and a pen. “Would you like to start with an appetizer?” she asked, looking between the two of you.
Before you could say anything, Joshua answered.
I’d actually like to get an order of the cozze in bianco,” he said without even looking at the menu. “I’ve tried just about every other starter but I haven’t tried the mussels,” he added. The server smiled as she jotted that down. “They’re really good,” she answered. “I’m not just saying that cause I work here,” she continued. “They’re genuinely delicious. It’s my grandma’s recipe,” she added.
You looked up, intrigue written across your face. “You’re part of the family?” you asked. She nodded with a proud smile. “Fourth generation,” she clarified. “My great grandparents started the place. My grandparents just retired and now my uncle and dad are running the place,” she explained, pointing at two men behind the bar.
“My sister is one of the hosts,” she added, pointing to the host stand where the hostess who had seated you stood. “I thought you might be related,” you said with a triumphant smile. It felt good knowing your instincts were spot on. “Yeah!” the server said. “Anyway, I’ll get this in,” she said, tapping the pad with her pen. “Then I’ll grab your drinks and come back to take your meal order,” she added with a smile and an “I’ll be right back.”
Once she left, Joshua turned to look at you. “I guess it really is a family business,” he said with an amused tone. You nodded, uncertain of what to say. Silence fell over the two of you as you waited for the server to return. You glanced up from the menu to find Joshua reading over the list of wines. “So,” you said softly, drawing his attention away from the paper.
“You’ve been here a lot?” you asked. Joshua smiled, setting the wine list down. “Been here? Sort of,” he answered. “This place is right around the corner from the shop,” he started to explain as you took another sip of water. “It’s perfect for getting carryout,” he added. “I’ll just call and place an order and then come pick it up and take it home.”
You listened patiently as he explained. “I don’t go out much,” he continued. You tilted your head as he spoke. “How come?” Joshua looked up from the table, eyes meeting yours. “I don’t know many people,” he admitted softly. “So you just stay in your apartment?” you questioned.
He nodded slowly. “Sometimes I go visit my aunt but my cousin recently moved back in with her and we don’t exactly…” he trailed off, thinking of the right words. “Get along.” Before you could ask any more, the server returned with your drinks, setting the wine in front of Joshua and the cocktail in front of you.
“So,” she said with a smile as she pulled out her notepad and pen. “What can I get you?”
After ordering, your conversation with Joshua shifted to other things. You talked about what he did in his spare time, discussing his taste in movies, books, and more. It was the most you’d ever gotten the chance to speak to him but it was nice to learn more about the man you spent half your day with four days a week. You wanted to consider Joshua a friend and hoped he could do the same.
The food was amazing. The mussels were cooked to perfection and though you were never big on them, Joshua got you to try at least one and you were surprised by how good it was. Your meals arrived just as you were finishing the last of your appetizers.
His steak looked incredible and he’d asked for marsala sauce on top. Your chicken was juicy and tender and the lemon butter sauce was perfect. You were glad you decided to forgo the capers in the end. The portions were just right and you were left feeling full but not stuffed at the end.
As your server took your empty dishes, she asked if you had saved room for dessert. Joshua glanced at you. “We’ll look over the menu,” he said and she nodded, moving to take your empty plates away. Joshua looked over the dessert menu. “I don’t think I could any more,” you commented. “Not without hating myself afterwards.” Joshua snorted and handed the menu to you.
“We could always split something,” he offered.
You looked over the page, eyes scanning the sheet. There were staples like tiramisu and cannolis but there were also unique twists on traditional pieces like a cannoli cake. You spotted a chocolate cake as well as cheesecake. “I’m not sure,” you said softly, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth before handing the menu back. “You decide. I’m sure whatever you pick will be delicious,” you added.
Joshua looked over the menu as the server returned. “Made a decision?” she asked to which Joshua nodded. “One slice of the cannoli cake,” he answered, handing her the menu. “We’ll take it to go,” he added and she nodded, moving to put in the order and bring the check. You moved to open your bag but Joshua stopped you. “This is on me,” he said as he pulled out his wallet.
“No, it’s okay!” you said as you pulled your own wallet out. Joshua shook his head. “I insist,” he said more firmly. “I asked you to join me. It’s my treat,” he continued. Sensing you weren’t going to win this argument, you let him have his victory.
When the server returned with the check, Joshua immediately handed her his card and she walked away. While she was gone, you replaced your wallet in your bag and looked up to meet Joshua’s gaze. “Thank you,” you said softly. “For dinner.” Joshua returned the smile as the server returned with his card and the cannoli cake slice already bagged up.
Joshua signed the slip as the server smiled at you. “How was everything?” she asked.
“Oh it was amazing,” you answered as you finished your cocktail. “Better than I remembered,” you added. “Thank you so much,” Joshua said as he slipped a couple bills out of his wallet and tucked them behind the signed slip and handed them to the server. “The food and the service was incredible as always,” he added. The server thanked both of you before walking away.
Joshua stood up and grabbed his coat. You stood up quickly, gathering your things as he grabbed the togo bag and led the way to the door.
Outside, the sun had fully set behind the trees and the streetlamps outside had turned on. You pulled your coat on, noticing the chill that had set in. Joshua had already pulled his coat on and was watching as you slung your scarf around your neck. “Well, I should get home,” you said breathlessly.
Joshua gave you a peculiar look. “Don’t you want to come up and try this?” he asked, holding up the to-go bag. “We got it to split,” he reminded you.
Although your gut was telling you this was a bad idea, you agreed and followed Joshua down the sidewalk and around the corner. The shop loomed over the both of you in the darkness, only one dim streetlamp illuminating the space in front of it as Joshua reached the door and pulled out his keys.
He unlocked the door and stepped in, allowing you to enter after him. As he shut the door your eye fell on the basket on the counter. You were almost one hundred percent certain that hadn’t been there when you both left earlier. “Uh… what’s that?” you asked as Joshua closed and locked the door.
He looked to where you were pointing, setting the bag on the counter and moving to the basket.
“It almost looks like Mrs. Briggs basket,” he said as he grabbed the handle and pulled it towards him. “But the items are different.” You watched as he sifted through the items. “Could you uh…” he asked, turning to look at you. “I hate to ask since we’ve already closed up and it is pretty late, but could you inventory this for me?,” he continued.
“I really should learn how to do it myself.”
You nodded, moving around the counter to grab your pad and pen. You watched as he pulled each item out and set them on the counter. “None of these items are the same as the ones Mrs. Briggs brought earlier,” you said softly as you started to write down the items and the descriptions.
Your eyes fell onto a small statuette and you set your pen down before grabbing it and looking at it.
In the low light you could tell it was very old. It was a small animal statue. The material you couldn’t discern but it almost felt ceramic. It was a cute little calico kitty. You looked it over but couldn’t find any manufacturer or name. “Huh,” you huffed as you set it down, drawing Joshua’s attention.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. You looked up at him. “This little statue,” you replied, gesturing to the cat. Joshua picked it up and turned it to face him. “What about it?” he asked. You shrugged. “I don’t know actually,” you said softly. “It just caught my eye.”
Joshua glanced up at you and back to the figurine in his hand. He set it back down in front of you. “Tell you what,” he said softly. “You can have it.” You looked up from the notepad, eyes wide. “What? Really?” you asked. He nodded and shrugged. “It’s just a little cat figurine,” he added. “Keep it,” he said.
You thanked him and went back to finishing inventorying all the items. When you were done and the basket packed back up save for your little calico figure, you followed Joshua up to his apartment where he started to unpack the slice of cake. The two of you stood around the kitchen island. “Here,” Joshua said, handing you a fork and using his own to take a bite.
You watched as his eyes fluttered shut, sighing in contentment. “That’s really good,” he murmured, turning to find you watching him. “Try it,” he urged, pushing the plate towards you. You gently stabbed your fork into the cake and brought a piece up to your mouth, fully aware Joshua was watching you intently. It felt oddly intimate, having him watch you so keenly.
Once you tasted the cake, however, his interest in watching you was made clear.
“Wow,” you said through a mouthful of cake, covering your mouth with your hand and looking up to meet his gaze. “That’s really good!” Joshua smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I know!” he exclaimed, taking another bite. The two of you continued to take bites of the cake until there was one little piece left.
You held your hands up and moved to the kitchen sink, rinsing your fork and placing it with the other dishes. “I’m done!” you said as Joshua turned. “The last bite is yours though,” he said with a frown. You shook your head. “No,” you said softly. “I’m good. You can have it.”
Joshua shook his head, moving to stand beside you. “No,” he replied, holding the piece for you. “It’s yours.” You looked from the piece of cake up to his face. He was waiting patiently for you to take the bite and although your gut was telling you this was a bad idea, you took the plunge anyway.
His eyes never left your face as you pulled back, chewing and swallowing the last bite of cake. “Okay,” you said, looking up. “Now I’m-”
Your words were cut short by Joshua pulling you in, lips crashing against yours. You moaned into the kiss as his lips parted yours, tongue slipping into your mouth. All you tasted was cake and saliva. He’d abandoned the plate the second you accepted his advances, discarding it on the counter behind you as one hand moved to your hip, the other staying put on the back of your neck.
Joshua guided your body away from the sink and against the kitchen island. You groaned as the counter dug into your back, a sound that Joshua swallowed as he deepened the kiss. “Fuck,” you hissed as his lips left yours, trailing over your cheek and down the side of your neck.
Without warning, he pulled back, spinning you to face the rest of the room, pushing you against the counter as he grinded against you, allowing you to feel his hard cock. “You have no idea how crazy you drive me,” he growled, one arm wrapping around your chest and holding you against him as he rutted against you. You let out a feeble moan, hands moving up to grab his arm as your legs threatened to give out under you. “J-Joshua,” you whimpered.
Your voice must have snapped him back to reality and just as quickly as it started, Joshua pushed away from you, facing the sink and gripping the sides as he tried to control his breathing. “Oh my god,” he breathed. “I’m so sorry.” You turned to face his back, hands on the counter behind you as you steadied yourself. “Wh-what just happened?” you panted.
Joshua shook his head and when he spoke again, his voice sounded strained. “I think you should go.”
Your brows knit together in confusion. Was he… kicking you out? After all that?
“What?” you whispered. Joshua raised his head but still didn’t turn to look at you.
“You should go home,” he said, his voice still strained. “This is wrong.”
You stared at the back of his head incredulously. He practically jumped you at the sink and almost bent you over the island of his kitchen and now he was backpedaling? You said nothing, instead grabbing your coat and scarf from the seat you left them on and headed for the door, yanking it open before stepping out onto the landing and slamming the door behind you.
Your footsteps were loud, echoing as you ran down the old wooden steps and into the back room of the shop.
Up front you reached the door in record time but stopped as something caught your eye. The little cat figurine was sitting on the counter, staring back at you. In a split second decision, you grabbed it. He had said you could keep it after all.
The bell rang softly as you exited the shop, slamming the door behind you and hurried down the sidewalk and around the corner. You stopped for a moment to catch your breath before continuing on.
It was late. Really late you noticed as you walked in the direction of your home. The shops and restaurants had all closed for the night and there wasn’t a soul to be found as you walked down the deserted street.
The shops to your left were all dark, only a couple with running lights on in the back of the shop. On the right side, across the street was the park. It covered a good portion of the town, stretching for several blocks. The park was home to the playground, a pond, a dog park, and lots of walking trails.
It was covered in trees and lots of shrubbery. It was a lovely place to walk and visit all year round but right now it felt menacing and looming. You tried not to focus on it as you continued down the path before you, clutching the cat statue tightly in your hands.
It didn’t take long for you to finally reach your home, ignoring the chilly breeze that followed as you let yourself in and shutting the door behind you. It was an older home, built back before the town grew up. It was a family home, one you inherited from your parents after their passing. It was a cute craftsman style home with four bedrooms. You’d closed off the bedrooms upstairs, taking up residence in the master bedroom on the main floor.
You locked the door, listening for the click of the lock as it engaged before finally settling and feeling relieved. You shrugged your coat off and pulled the scarf from around your neck, hanging both up by the door before kicking your shoes off and heading into the living area.
You set the cat statue on the kitchen counter and moved to your fridge to grab some water. You always kept a few bottles of water in the fridge. Turning as you uncapped the bottle and started to sip, you jumped slightly at the glowing eyes peering in at you from the back window.
Once you realized it was only a cat, you berated yourself for overreacting and downed some more water before moving to the bedroom but only after making sure the doors and windows were locked.
In the safety of your room, you drew the blinds and curtains, quickly undressing and pulling on your pajamas. Your bed was all but calling your name as you pulled back the covers and climbed in, settling under the comforter as the exhaustion of the day weighed down on you.
You fell into a deep slumber, one you didn’t even remember falling into.
Your alarm woke you up at 630 on the dot and you groaned, lifting your head to peek at the red numbers. You really did not want to get out of bed. Mostly because you were comfortable in your warm cocoon and because the events of last night were flooding back in and you weren’t sure if you could even face Joshua after that.
You knew staying in bed and wallowing in your misery wasn’t going to help so as much as you didn’t want to, you turned your alarm off, threw the covers off your body and started to pull yourself from the depths of your bed.
As you sat up, you grabbed your phone sitting on the nightstand beside your half empty bottle of water.
Unlocking the screen you found you had a text waiting for you. From Joshua.
Your heart hammered in your chest as you tapped on the icon to read what he had to say.
Joshua: hey, don’t worry about coming in today. The shop is closed for some repairs. You’ll still get paid so don’t worry about that either. I’ll see you Monday
Your stomach dropped into your lap as you read his messages. So he couldn’t face you either? You weren’t sure what kind of repairs the shop could need. There wasn’t anything you noticed in the last few days. You chose to avoid deciphering what he meant and instead to use the day to get things done.
As you got up and started your morning, you took a shower and changed into clean clothes, opting for a light caramel colored sweater and light denim jeans. You gathered up your dirty clothes and took them to the small laundry room off your kitchen, setting a load and going about the rest of the house, cleaning and putting things back where they belonged.
Time ticked by as you worked, stopping briefly to take a lunch break when you realized you were low on groceries. Deciding to swap your washed clothes over to the dryer first, you set out from the house, donning your cream colored long coat but forgoing the scarf. Today was much warmer than the previous day.
Your walk from your neighborhood to the market only took a couple minutes and you greeted the cashier at the front as you entered and grabbed a bright yellow shopping trolley. You wheeled your cart through the aisles, grabbing items from your list off the shelves and crossing them off as they landed in the basket. You had just turned into the cereal aisle when you stopped dead in your tracks.
Halfway down the aisle was Joshua. He was smiling as he handed a box from the top shelf to an elderly woman. You couldn’t see her face so you didn’t know which resident it was. You tried to back up and head for another aisle but in your haste, you bumped into the display next to you, knocking a few cans of beans off the shelves.
Joshua and the woman heard the commotion and looked in your direction. ‘Oh brilliant,’ you thought to yourself as you knelt down to pick up the stray cans that rolled across the tile. As you stood up, Joshua and the woman had parted ways and he was currently walking in your direction.
You turned away as he approached, setting up the cans and trying to mimic the display they’d been in before.
“Hey,” you heard Joshua say softly. You turned to face him, forcing a smile. “Hey,” you mimicked.
The two of you said nothing, instead standing awkwardly before one another, looking anywhere that wasn’t the other person. ‘Why is this so awkward? Why are you even still standing here? Just walk away!’ You cleared your throat and forced another smile, laughing awkwardly as you took the handle of your trolley. “Well, I gotta go,” you said, your voice much higher pitched than before.
Joshua’s eyebrows shot up as you started to turn your cart and push it past him. He was quick, grabbing your wrist and turning you to face him, backing you up against the shelf of canned beans. Your breath caught in your throat as Joshua looked at you, eyes studying your face.
You saw them briefly look down to your lips and back up. Finally he spoke.
“I’m sorry about last night,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what came over me.” you shook your head quickly. “It’s fine,” you squeaked. “Alcohol does that sometimes,” you added after clearing your throat. Joshua nodded, eyes still fixated on your lips as you spoke. “It doesn’t have to mean anything,” you continued.
The shift in his expression was unmistakable but you couldn’t tell what emotion he was conveying. “It… doesn’t?” he asked softly. You shimmied out of his grip, straightening your coat as you heard voices enter the aisle you were currently standing in. “No,” you replied. “It doesn’t.”
Joshua opened his mouth to respond but you stopped him. “Don’t worry about it,” you added. “Let’s just forget it. I’ll see you on Monday.”
You didn’t let him speak as you hurried away, pushing your cart into the next aisle to finish your shopping. You were grateful he didn’t attempt to follow you and luckily you didn’t see him again, which allowed you to return to the cereal aisle and grab a box of your favorite brand.
After visiting the dairy section, you headed to the front to check out. The next stop was the butchershop where you grabbed your usual cuts of chicken, pork, and beef before heading home to stock your fridge as well as fold and put away your clean laundry.
The task took longer than you were expecting and by the time the last towel was neatly tucked and folded, you saw that it was getting close to dinner time. You sighed, glancing at your fridge upon realizing you hadn’t prepared anything you bought yet.
You got up and walked over to the fridge and opened the door, looking at the contents and settled on one of the flank steaks you’d bought earlier. You grabbed the package and pulled it from the fridge as well as a couple other items and started with rinsing the vegetables you selected.
As you set the items on the counter, the small kitten figure caught your eye. You’d yet to find it a home in your place and moved to pick it up. As you did, a small portion of the bottom fell off onto the counter with a soft clatter and you cursed under your breath. It seemed as if the statuette had a small seal on the bottom that had seemingly come loose.
You turned the figure upside down and your eye caught the end of something shoved into the tiny space inside the ceramic figure. You carefully removed what turned out to be a rolled up piece of paper and set the figure down to start unrolling the paper.
Blackish text written in what you could only assume was a dark red ink adorned one side of the paper. You weren’t sure what it said but you could tell it was a different language. Possibly latin. Your brows furrowed as you read the words in your head before trying to sound them out.
“Te invoco a profundus inferni,” you read off in what you could only assume was terrible latin. You studied the paper for a moment longer before shrugging and turning to your trash bin, crumbling up the paper and tossing it away.
‘Out of sight, out of mind.’
Once rinsed, you started to prepare the potatoes, slicing them thinly before adding them to a glass baking dish. You worked over the dish and the stove simultaneously, making a cream sauce to add to the potatoes before sprinkling some cheese and panko over the top and putting in the oven.
While that baked, you poured yourself a glass of wine and turned on some music on your phone. The bottle was a new one you picked up earlier. While sipping on the wine, you prepared the steak for cooking, seasoning both sides since you didn’t have time to marinate it.
Soft jazzy tunes floated through the air as you went about the kitchen, heating a skillet before adding the steak which started sizzling immediately. You sipped on some more wine as you waited to flip the steak over. Your mind wandered as you waited, wondering what Joshua was up to before you forced the thought out of your head.
‘Stop thinking about him!’
You continued to listen to the music as your steak cooked, sizzling again when you flipped it onto the uncooked side. Once the steak was cooked to your liking, you pulled it from the pan and set it aside to rest while you checked your potatoes and added the chopped veggies to the hot pan, drizzling them with some oil. It was something you learned from your mother.
Once you were sure your veggies were done, the timer for the oven went off and you made a plate for yourself, sitting down at the kitchen island to eat. You had a dining room but as you lived alone, you saw no point in using the table. You could just eat at the island instead.
Just as you were cutting into the steak, you heard the doorbell ring and turned to look at the front door which you could just see from your spot. You waited for a moment before it rang again and you got up quickly, moving to answer it.
Pushing the curtain covering the window beside the door aside, you peered out onto the front step but saw no one. You contemplated opening the door but decided against it and instead looked through the peephole.
Again, you saw no one standing on the other side.
You took a step back, staring at the door in confusion until your thoughts were interrupted by three sharp knocks. You stared at the door and moved quickly back to peer through the hole. Again, the front step was empty. You moved to peer through the curtain but still saw nothing. You turned the deadbolt and backed away from the door, staring at it for a few moments more.
When nothing happened, you turned to head back to the kitchen to finish your dinner.
Just as you crossed the threshold into the living room, three loud knocks rang out from the door, causing you to whip around and head back to the door. This time you unlocked and opened the wooden door, leaving the metal storm door securely closed and locked.
Outside, just as you suspected, was no one. The street was deserted as the sun set behind the trees, casting everything in a bluish glow. The twilight glow. You peered out at your front porch, looking from side to side but not opening the outside door.
Seeing no one, you stepped back and shut the door, locking it once more before stepping back and waiting to see if someone knocked again. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, you hadn’t seen anyone before so why would you see anyone this time?
As you were wondering, you heard something different. Loud, heavy footfalls on the steps outside, almost like someone stomping up the steps to your porch. Before you could move to throw open the door to confront the trickster, three loud pounds sounded at the door, the strength of it shaking the floor of your vestibule.
Your eyes widened, heart hammering in your chest as you backed away. Another three pounding slams sounded on the other side of your door. Followed by three more. You rushed to the door and as soon as your hand fell on the handle it all stopped.
You didn’t dare open the door this time. Instead, you made sure the front door was locked before going around the rest of the first floor to make sure all the doors and windows were secured and properly locked. When you were certain they were, you headed upstairs to check the windows and attic door.
Upon reaching the landing, you were horrified to see that the attic door was cracked open. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at the door, unmoving. You felt a cold chill run up your spine. Although you couldn’t see anything, you knew someone was looking back at you from the darkness.
You watched in horror as the cracked attic door slowly shut on its own. You blew off your sweep of the second floor of your home before running downstairs and grabbing your phone to call the police. As you waited for the operator to pick up you felt a breeze and looked to see your back door was open.
‘I just locked that!’ You were certain you’d locked that before going upstairs. You’d even done the tug test on it. The line clicked and you were greeted with the sound of breathing.
“Hello?” you asked into the receiver frantically. When no one answered but the breathing started to turn into distorted voices and then a deep rumbling growl you hung up and dropped your phone onto the counter next to your plate.
The corners of your eyes burned as you wandered cautiously towards the open door. You peered out the door into the dark and in an instant, you could have sworn your heart stopped. Your breathing sped up as you tried in vain not to hyperventilate.
Standing outside your door, just beyond the reach of the back porch light was a dark figure. There were no distinguishing features, no eyes, nothing to tell you anything other than the fact that someone… or something, was standing outside your door.
Without thinking, you rushed the door and slammed it shut, turning the lock before backing away.
The shrill tone of your phone sounded out and you rushed to pick it up without checking the screen.
“Hello?” you all but shouted. “Ma’am this is [xxx]. We received a call from this number moments ago. Do you have an emergency?” relief flooded your body as you almost passed out from the stress.
“Yes!” you said quickly. “I think someone is in my attic,” you answered. No sooner than you said those words, you heard a loud crash from upstairs. “He might have left the attic and is in the house,” you whispered, your body starting to shake.
“Can you give me your address?” “It’s Y/N,” you said quickly before giving your address. The town was small and the police station wasn’t far from your home. You knew an officer would be by in no time. “Okay Y/N,” the dispatcher said. “I have two officers enroute. In the meantime, can you find a weapon and a place to hide?”
Your eyes landed on the huge knife you’d used to cut your steak earlier and grabbed it quickly. “I have a knife,” you announced softly to the dispatcher who commended you. “Now you need to find a place to hide. Can you do that?” he asked. You tiptoed softly towards your bedroom, keeping your eyes on the bottom of the stairs before finally reaching the threshold and closing your bedroom door.
You turned the lock and made for your closet, squeezing in and sliding the door shut.
“I’m in the closet in my bedroom,” you whispered to the dispatcher. “Where is your bedroom located?” he asked. “Ground floor, back of the house behind the kitchen,” you whispered back. “Please tell them to hurry!”
You listened as the sounds of slow heavy footsteps pounded across the floor above you, heading for the stairs. “I think they’re coming downstairs!” you hissed. “Okay, Y/N,” the dispatcher said calmly. “The officers are almost there. I’m going to stay on the line but you need to be quiet for me, can you do that?”
You nodded and hummed in the affirmative as the heavy steps made their way down the stairs, one step at a time. Each slam had you jumping. You were shaking as you listened, keeping the knife ready to lash out. To your horror, the steps started to walk through the first floor and sounded like they were making a beeline for your room.
You tried to control your breathing as the steps stopped just outside your bedroom door.
You waited for there to be banging or for the door to fly open but neither happened. Instead, there was a rapid knocking at your front door followed by the sound of the front door opening and a voice calling out “police!” you waited for the bedroom door to open and the closet door to slide aside as a light was shown in. “I found her,” the holder of the light said as you held up your hands.
The knife was taken from you and the officer helped you up. After they escorted you out of the house, one officer spoke while another two searched the house bottom to top, clearing each room and even going up into the attic. While the officers searched your home, you gave your statement to the officer who wrote down everything you said.
“And you’re sure you locked all the doors?” he asked, looking up from the notepad. You nodded again. “It’s just that when we arrived, both front doors were unlocked,” he explained. You stared at him blankly. “That’s not possible,” you replied. “I know I locked that door. Multiple times,” you explained.
“Someone was ringing and then kept knocking but each time I checked, there was no one there. I thought it was just kids getting into the Halloween spirit and being a nuisance. Until the pounding,” you continued. The officer narrowed his eyes. “Pounding?” he asked. You nodded as the two officers exited you home.
“Y-yeah,” you answered. “It started as light knocking but when I refused to open the door or come out onto the porch, it turned into pounding. I heard loud stomping up the steps but when I checked, I still saw nothing.”
The officer nodded as he jotted that down while one of the two officers came over.
“We found no sign of forced entry,” she started to explain. “We found a stack of boxes in the attic had fallen over. That was probably the loud crash you heard,” she continued. “Your back door was also unlocked.” Your jaw dropped. “I know I locked that!” you exclaimed. When I came downstairs to call you, the back door was open and when I walked over, I saw someone standing outside-”
“You saw someone outside?” the officer originally taking your statement asked. You nodded quickly as he started writing down more notes. “What did they look like?” You sighed heavily.
“I-I didn’t get a good look.”
Both officers exchanged looks as you rushed to explain further.
“They were standing just outside the light field,” you explained. “But they were tall. Maybe around 1.8 meters,” you explained. “Everything else was just black. There were no distinguishing features at all,” you added. The officers nodded. “Ma’am,” the woman started and you turned to her.
“We noticed an open bottle of wine in the fridge,” she stated and you knew where she was going. “I just opened it,” you explained. “I hadn’t even finished a glass yet,” you added. She nodded and the other officer quickly jotted that down as well.
“Well, other than the boxes in the attic,” she started. “There are no signs of anyone inside the home. Since the points of entry were unlocked, they must have gone out that way before we got here.”
You shook your head silently. “I heard them walk up to the bedroom but I never heard footsteps leave.”
The officers exchanged looks before the woman spoke again. “We’ll have a patrol car in the area for the night and if anything else happens, call us immediately,” she explained as she pulled a card out of a little pouch on her belt. “You can call me directly,” she added. “I’m on duty all night.”
The female officer walked you to your door where you thanked her and watched as both cars pulled away and headed down the street. A chilly breeze blew through the front porch followed by a distant flash of lightning and you quickly retreated inside, making sure your doors were locked before heading to the back door to do the same.
Once you were fully satisfied your doors were locked, you returned to the kitchen to clean up your dinner, putting the uneaten portions in a glass container and putting it in the fridge. You downed the rest of your wine and started to rinse your dishes, placing them in the dishwasher before turning off the lights and heading upstairs to make sure all the lights were off, windows closed and locked.
Before heading back down, you turned back to look at the attic door which was firmly shut. You headed down the steps carefully, turning off the light at the bottom landing before heading to your bedroom where you checked your windows.
Once you were sure everything was secure, you changed and got ready for bed.
Climbing under the covers, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to sleep but exhaustion took over and you were out within minutes of crawling into bed.
You were in the midst of a really good dream when you were startled awake by a loud crash and sudden burst of wind. Sitting up, you looked around the dark room and saw one of your windows had sprang open. ‘How the hell did that open?’
You threw the covers off your legs and got up, moving around the bed ro quickly shut the window, clicking your tongue as you stepped in a wet puddle on the wood floor.
The crash you had heard was thunder and a full blown storm was raging outside. You groaned and turned back towards the room as a flash of lightning illuminated the space causing you to stop in your tracks. In the corner by the door stood a tall, dark shadow.
Your heart hammered in your chest, beating almost up into your throat as it closed, your ability to scream being ripped from you. ‘No,’ you thought. ‘This can’t be happening.’
You glanced at the door but knew deep in your heart that you’d never make it to the door, not with the shadow standing right beside it. Maybe you could climb out the window? Damn! You should have left it open! If only you’d seen the shadow before closing the window!
As you weighed your options, a deep, gravelly voice spoke.
“C̸̫͕̿̀̎̈́̈ͅȗ̶̠̳͉̽ṟ̴͖͛̈́̂̓͠ ̶̞͈̈́̌̄̋͂c̵̪̱̆͂̃u̵̡̪̜̠̣͗͒ř̵̤̠͕͈̉r̵̺̙͙͍̦͂̐i̸͈̜͕͙͐́̑̾t̸̨̩͖̣͖̀̑i̵̯͖̼̓͌͛̑s̴̭̐̍̚̚͠ ?”
You stared at the shadow in the corner. Did… did it just speak?
Uncertain if you heard correctly, you waited for it to speak again, although you had no idea what it said.
“M̶̳̞͖̓ͅỏ̷̮̲̯̚r̴̭̹̈͋̀̎t̶͓̩̪̟̿̉̒́̅a̴͓͐̽͊l̸̲̰̯͛͛͠e̴̝͝m̵͕̱̾͋ ̸̫̩̾͜t̸̪͚͔͋e̴͕̠̘̖̅̍͊ ̶̝̞̌i̵̯̺̯̋̉̄ͅn̶̺̳͚̟̟̊́͆̀t̵̫͗̌̎̕͝e̸̗̋̚ṝ̴̺͇̉͗͗͠r̸̺̭̫͈̖̅̉o̷̟͙̥̱͗͌-̴̮̇ ̷͓́g̷̰̪͋͛̕͝ā̸̙͊̍v̴̭̙̜͋̾̊̚i̶̦̟͌͋̈́͛ .”
Your lips parted as it addressed you, still in the same language.
“I-I don’t understand,” you whispered. The shadow didn’t move but instead, in the same gravelly voice it spoke again, this time in English. “I asked you why you keep running away from me.”
Your stomach nearly fell out of your ass. Whatever this was, it was sentient. “Wh-who are you?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The shadow figure chuckled. Actually fucking chuckled. The sound was distorted and unsettling.
“I am Tarrunach,” it answered. Your brain tried to wrap around the name. It was unlike anything you’d heard before. “T-Tarrunach?” you repeated. The figure said nothing and stayed perfectly still, another flash of lightning illuminating the room but still the shadow stayed black, a stark contrast with its surroundings.
“What do you want?” you asked softly, shifting your weight as your hand slowly reached behind you for the window latch. The shadow figure tilted its head before speaking in its rough voice.
“You summoned me.”
Your eyebrows shot up. ‘Summoned?’
You shook your head, halting your movements. “N-no I didn’t,” you answered. There was another flash of light and a clap of thunder. As soon as darkness returned to the room, the shadow figure shifted. Eyes appeared and it took all your willpower not to scream in terror at the sight of glowing red eyes.
“Is that the game you want to play?” it asked, voice scratchy and low. “You summoned me. Do you not remember the incantation?”
As you opened your mouth to say no, a memory played in your head, almost like a movie reel. The cat figure with the roll of paper inside. The strange words written in dark red ink.
‘Te invoco a profundus inferni,’ Your eyes widened as the realization hit you.
You knew it was latin but you didn’t know latin. Had you…
Had you accidentally summoned a demon?
You looked back up and noticed the shadow figure had moved and was now standing in front of the door. You leaned back against the window, fingers searching for the latch to open them.
“I-” you trailed off. “I didn’t know that was an incantation,” you admitted. “I thought it was gibberish.”
The figure laughed again. “Are you in the practice of reciting gibberish often?”
You shook your head. “No,” you answered. “Not particularly. I don’t see gibberish very often.”
You were stalling but the figure was moving closer. The flat black shadowy figure had taken on a more corporeal look, instead of blurry appendages, you could make out a curve in the arms by its side. Your fingers brushed against the latch but didn’t manage to catch on.
Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, throwing your room in a cast of bright white allowing you to see the figure in full. Your eyes widened, a scream forming in your throat.
Before you stood a blackened figure. The skin looked almost charred. The red eyes looked back at you from a charred face, the lips pulled back into a menacing smile with rows of sharp teeth. The figure was slim and androgynous in appearance. You saw nothing that would distinguish it as either sexually male or female. It was like one of the Ken dolls you’d had as a child.
Before the scream building in your throat could escape, your fingers managed to grab hold of the window latch and you pulled, opening the window. Instantly the wind blew in, the sound of rain intensifying and blowing into the open space. You tried to turn and climb out the window but the figure moved at an impossible speed.
The window was shut, all wind gone as the figure slammed you against the wall beside the window, hand closed around your throat. “This isn’t a game,” it growled in your face, breath hot against your skin. “You summoned me, whether intentional or not,” it hissed. “And I’ve come to collect.”
‘Collect?’
Fear filled your senses, spreading throughout your body and to the tips of your fingers and toes.
“C-collect?” you gasped, clawing at the hand around your neck. “Yes,” the figure snapped. Without warning, it tossed you onto the bed easily and was on top of you as you bounced on the mattress.
“C-collect what?” you coughed. “My soul?”
The demon tilted its head again only this time much faster, so fast you barely registered it except for the cracking sound that accompanied it. “I don’t want your soul,” it growled. You winced as it leaned in, sniffing your cheek before you felt its warm, wet tongue lick a stripe up the side of your face. You tried to push it away but the demon was much stronger.
“You can’t fight me off,” he laughed cruelly.
You felt your throat close up, tears burning at the corners of your eyes as the monster pinned you against the bed. “Please,” you whimpered. “What do you want from me?”
The demon chuckled again, the sound just as jarring. “I want your energy,” it answered.
You turned your face to look up at it in the dark, it’s red eyes boring into yours. “Energ-gy?”
“Your sexual energy,” it added. Your stomach churned at the thought. ‘No way. Absolutely not.’
You shook your head in agreement with your thoughts. “No,” you said defiantly.
The demon laughed, caging you in with its arms against the mattress. “I figured you’d say that,” it said, taking your face in its clawed hand. You stared up, raw fear pumping in your veins as your eyes met. You watched in both shock and horror as the charred skin of the demon melted away to reveal an all too familiar face.
You managed to push the demon off you and scramble off the bed towards the window as the demon stood up. You cowered away, your back up against the wall. “J-Joshua?”
The figure standing in your bedroom smiled at you, flashing a pair of perfect teeth. “Wh-what the hell?”
The demon started to pace back and forth, keeping its eyes trained on you. “What do you think?” it asked. “Looks just like him, right?” You stared in awe. “Or would you believe me if I told you I am Joshua?”
You shook your head quickly. “That’s not possible,” you croaked, your voice hoarse. the demon laughed and instead of the cruel, jarring sound, it was Joshua’s laugh. The one you’d heard countless times in Pandora’s Box as you told him a joke. The smile was the same one he gave you when he caught you staring at him from across the shop.
The same knowing smirk.
You shook your head again. “You’re not Joshua,” you answered. “You’re just messing with me!”
The demon tilted its head again. “That’s where you’re wrong,” it said in a low, menacing tone.
“Let me show you something,” it said, raising one hand and with a snap of its fingers, the lamps in your room came on. You looked around quickly before your eyes landed back on the demon.
“Is that it?” you asked. “I thought you were going to like, snap us to the shop or something,” you added.
The demon’s smile fell and its eyes narrowed.
“You want to go to the shop?” it asked. You nodded. “That’s where he lives,” you said. “The real Joshua!”
The demon sighed and rolled its eyes before standing up straight. “Get dressed,” it said, moving towards the door. You hesitated as it opened the bedroom door. Sensing you weren’t going to move, the demon stopped. “Get dressed,” it ordered again. “I’ll prove it to you.”
You pulled on a pair of sweats and a hoodie before heading out of your bedroom. It was surreal to see the demon masquerading as Joshua in your living room. You slowed to a stop as it walked around, looking around your house. “Nice place,” it said with a smirk. “How come you’ve never invited me here before?” he asked with a mocking tone. You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.
Taking that as a cue you weren’t going to talk, the demon led the way to the door. “Shoes,” it said as it unlocked the deadbolt and looked at you. “We’re going to the shop.”
The walk down the deserted streets at night was eerie enough but the fact that a demon masquerading as your coworker was walking beside you as if nothing was wrong made it even more uncanny. The walk to the shop took no time at all and soon, you were walking up to the front door.
The demon produced a set identical to Joshua’s keys and unlocked the door. You led the way to the back where the door leading up to the steps was already open. You hurried up the steps to the top landing but before you could knock, the door opened and you fell into Joshua’s arms.
“Close the door!” you gasped, scrambling to shut the door behind you and lock it.
You looked up into the concerned brown eyes of your coworker. “Y/N,what’s wrong?” he asked. “It’s the middle of the night and it’s storming.” You glanced down to find your clothes were indeed wet but on your walk, you didn’t remember it raining. Though you did remember it raining when you were back in your bedroom.
“Here,” Joshua said, letting go of you and heading to the wardrobe that stood between the bathroom and the nightstand. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”
You followed him, glancing around quickly. Nothing seemed out of place in the apartment. Joshua pulled out some clothes, holding up the large tee shirt. “This should fit,” he said softly. “It’s not my size.” He pulled out a pair or shorts as well, holding them up to inspect.
Once he’d found something that might fit, he handed them to you and directed you to the bathroom where you changed quickly. Out in the other room, Joshua was heating up a pot of water. He looked up as you approached. “Let me throw these in the dryer,” he offered, taking your clothes from you.
Once he put them in the dryer and poured you a hot cup of tea, you sat at the kitchen island, trying to come up with an explanation as to why you were there. What reason could you possibly have for coming to his place in the middle of the night.
‘I accidentally summoned a demon that wants to collect my sexual energy and it looks just like you.’
He’d call the cops faster than you could finish getting the words out.
Frustrated, you lowered your head and fought the urge to cry, your shoulders shaking. Joshua rounded the island and sat next to you, placing an arm around your shoulders. “Hey, hey,” he said softly. “It’s okay. You’re safe here.” You turned to face him, startling him.
“No one is safe,” you said softly. Joshua’s eyes searched your face. “What?” he said quietly.
“There’s…” your voice quivered as you hesitated. “There’s a demon.”
As soon as the words left your lips, the serious look on Joshua’s face morphed into a smile. “Oh Y/N, please,” he scoffed. “You know, you really are something,” he said, getting to his feet. You watched as he walked back around to his empty cup and moved to put it in the sink.
You got up and ran over to him. “Please, Joshua,” you pleaded. “I’m not messing around!”
When he didn’t respond, you tried to grab his hand. The moment your skin touched his you jerked back with a yelp. Almost like you’d been burned. ‘What the…’
You looked up from his hand to his profile. He slowly turned his head, eyes boring into yours. The brown eyes you’d looked into before were replaced with yellow irises, the sclera no longer white but red. The same eyes you’d seen in your bedroom. Your heart sank as Joshua slowly advanced on you.
“No,” you whimpered, a soft sob escaping you. You tried to run but the demon was quick, grabbing your arm and dragging you over to the counter, trapping you between its body and the kitchen island. “Stop!” you screamed, pushing against its hard chest. “Let me go!”
“I told you,” it said in the voice of Joshua. “I told you I am Joshua.”
You shook your head. “It’s not possible,” you sobbed, tears falling down your cheeks.
The demon took your face in both its hands gently. “I wasn’t lying. I am Joshua. Joshua is me.”
You glanced up to meet the fiery gaze once more. Behind the yellow and red eyes was a sincerity you hadn’t expected to see. The demon wasn’t trying to trick you. “H-how?” you hiccuped.
“How what?” he asked. “Did you not find it odd that I seemingly haunted every dream and waking thought of yours?” he asked. “Or how Mrs. Briggs didn’t recognize me?” You looked up at him. “Are you even related to Bill?” you asked softly. Joshua chuckled and shook his head. “Bill doesn’t have any siblings,” he answered.
“Why are you here?” you asked suddenly. “In this town. Why are you here?”
Joshua tilted his head. “Do you remember the night Bill passed away?” he asked, nodding when you shook your head. “It was a couple days before Halloween,” Joshua started to explain. “A couple of teenagers were out at the old covered bridge messing around with a ouija board.”
You listened as he told the story of the teens and how they inadvertently summoned him, bringing him to the town. That night, after they summoned the demon, they ran, leaving behind the Ouija board. Bill was driving home from the shop and had to cross that old wooden bridge.
As he started to cross, Joshua explained how he appeared, causing Bill to swerve and plow through the side of the bridge and down into the ditch below. It wasn’t full but because there had been a lot of rain the past few nights, the ditch had been flooded more than usual and because Bill’s car landed upside down, he drowned.
As Joshua finished his tale, you covered your mouth in shock.
“And that little figure you took home,” he continued. “Why would I give you a random gift like that?” he asked. “I wanted you to have it. I wanted you to find the incantation. I wanted you to say it, knowing you were curious and had a proclivity for reading out random words you see,” he added.
Everything he was saying so far added up. Your dreams about him, your fantasies, your attraction, everything was caused by him. “Why did you need an incantation?” you asked suddenly, looking up to meet his gaze. “I wanted you before that.”
Joshua shook his head. “I’m a demon,” he explained. “I have rules and rituals to abide by.”
The realization dawned on you.
“That’s why you stopped the other night,” you said softly as it all fell into place. “Because you can’t just have sex with whoever you want?” Joshua nodded. “There has to be a binding incantation,” he explained. “Which is what you read off tonight.”
You swallowed thickly. “Which means…”
You felt one of his hands moved to your hip. “Which means, we have to have sex,” you continued.
Joshua nodded, leaning in and nuzzling your cheek. “Exactly,” he said in a low, husky voice. “But if we have sex,” you said suddenly, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back. “Doesn’t that mean you have to leave?”
Joshua tilted his head questioningly. “Why would I leave?” he asked softly.
“When I have a shop to run.”
Without letting you say another word, Joshua took your lips in a searing kiss, his free hand moving up your back and pulling you into him. “I said that incantation binds me to you,” he murmured, lips ghosting over your skin. “I never said anything about having to leave. I’m bound to you now.”
Your knees almost buckled as you felt his teeth graze against the skin of your neck. “I’m yours,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “And after tonight,” he continued, trailing kissing back up until his lips were against your ear. “You’ll be mine.”
You pulled him in for a heated kiss, leaning against the counter as one of your legs moved to wrap around his waist. Joshua leaned into the kiss, parting your lips and sliding his hot tongue into your mouth, muffling your moans.
You whined as he pulled away, slowly kissing down your neck to your collar before taking the hem of the shirt you were currently wearing and tugging it up, pulling the shirt off over your head. “Good girl,” he murmured, taking in your topless form.
His hands were back on you in a second, lips trailing kisses down your collar and between your breasts. As he lowered himself to his knees, he made quick work of the shorts you were wearing, pulling them along with your panties down your legs before taking one of your thighs and lifting it over his shoulder.
You watched as he planted light kisses along the inside of your thigh, stopping just short of your aching heat. One of your hands braced yourself against the counter, the other moving down to tangle in his hair as he placed a kiss just above your clit before shifting between your thighs, pushing them further apart.
Your head fell back as you slipped to rest your forearm against the counter again as you felt Joshua’s tongue glide through your folds, brushing your clit lightly. Light teasing licks turned into heavy laps until he pulled back, his chin already covered in your essence. “Bed,” was the only word he uttered.
You were there faster than you could process, your head spinning with arousal as you leaned back against the sheets. Joshua had stripped himself of his shirt in the short distance from the kitchen to the bed and was lowering himself to kneel as you parted your thighs.
He fell onto the mattress, arms wrapping around your thighs and pulling your pussy closer to his face.
You moaned, head falling into the pillows as you felt his tongue back on your clit. He teased and toyed with the bud, not really falling into a rhythm. Instead he was merely taking his time and learning your body. Twice you felt the tip of his tongue dip down to your hole, pushing into it as his nose bumped against your clit. You felt the vibration of his groans against your sex, your walls tightening around the end of his tongue.
Just when you thought he was going to pull away, it was as if his tongue grew, entering you fully and filling your cunt. “Oh shit,” you cursed, fingers tightening in his hair as your free hand gripped the sheets beneath you tightly.
He only pushed his tongue into you a few times before pulling back. You raised your head wearily to see him licking his lips. “Already so fucked out?” he asked with a chuckle. He didn’t give you the opportunity to respond as he pushed two fingers into your cunt, watching your face as your lips parted in a silent moan.
Your eyes rolled back as he started to slowly pump his fingers in and out of you.
“That’s it,” he cooed as he curled his fingers, brushing against the soft spongy spot that had your toes curling. “You like that?” he asked, mildly amused by the response you were giving him despite him doing the bare minimum. “Yes!” you gasped as he continued to finger you. “F-fuck!” you swore. “Don’t stop!”
Joshua continued to watch your face as you writhed in pleasure under him. “Like that?” he asked, angling his hand so his fingers reached even further. “Yes! J-just like that!” Joshua leaned down, lips moving against yours, a mix of tongues, spit, and moans but you weren’t sure whose moans they were.
Joshua pulled away, keeping his eyes on your face as he sped up the pace. “Just like that?”
You nodded quickly, your body starting to shake as your orgasm approached but before it could crash over you, Joshua withdrew his hand. You whined at the loss of contact, making Joshua chuckle. “You’re falling asleep,” he noted. You pouted at him. “Don’t care,” you murmured.
Joshua tilted his head curiously. “Are you giving me permission to fuck you while you’re sleeping?” he asked. You nodded. It felt too good and you were so close you’d do just about anything to cum. “Yes,” you answered. “Feels s’good.”
Joshua chuckled against your skin, leaving feathery kisses against your cheek. “As you wish,” he said softly, gently rolling you onto your stomach. You felt his hands push your thighs apart and shuddered as you felt something hot and wet against your hole.
You assumed it was his tongue until it pushed into your cunt and you groaned into the pillows. It was most certainly not his tongue. “Wh-what’s that?” you murmured. You felt one of Joshua’s hands caress your cheek. “Shh, angel,” he said softly and you almost laughed at the irony of it.
A demon calling you angel.
You tried to lift your head to look back but it was too dark. “It’s okay,” you heard him purr in your ear. “Just go to sleep,” he added.
Your cheek fell back against the sheets as sleep started to take over your form. You felt whatever was inside you probing around and a sudden thought hit you. “Is that a tentacle?” you murmured, your voice partially muffled. Joshua chuckled, again in your ear as he leaned over you. “Yes,” he answered.
“It is.”
That snapped you awake. “Hng,” you grunted as the tentacle started to thrust in and out of you. “W-wait a second,” you whined. “I thought you…” you trailed off as Joshua halted his movement. “What’s wrong, baby?” he whispered. “I wanted your…” your words failed you again.
“You have to use complete sentences,” Joshua cooed in your ear. “I wanted your cock,” you finally whined. Joshua chuckled, the tentacle in you starting to slowly thrust. “Don’t worry sweetheart,” he replied. “You’ll get that, too.”
Your cheeks burned as the tentacle continued to pump into your pussy, gently bumping your cervix with each thrust. You felt another warm wet appendage against your ass and tried to reach behind you but Joshua managed to catch both hands and pin them to the bed.
“Shhh,” he murmured. “Just relax for me. Can you do that, angel?”
You moaned into the sheets as the second tentacle pushed into your ass, carefully stretching you open. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly as the tentacle stopped, settling in your ass as the one in your pussy continued to move. The sensation was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.
“That’s my good girl,” Joshua whispered into your ear as the tentacle in your ass slowly started to move, setting an asynchronous pace to the first tentacle and soon both were thrusting into you. It wasn’t enough to build up an orgasm but it was enough to drive you insane.
You wanted more. You needed more.
You moaned into the pillows as the tentacles increased speed. “That’s it baby,” Joshua cooed. “You’re doing so well for me.” You were aware that the sheets were no doubt covered in your arousal and that a mess was being created between your thighs.
Joshua didn’t seem to mind. Without another word, the tentacles withdrew leaving you feeling empty. You let out a tiny yelp as Joshua wrapped an arm around your hips, pulling your ass up before taking one of the pillows and tucking it under your raised hips.
You moaned as he ran his hands over your ass, crying out when you felt him land a blow against the skin. He repeated this again, rubbing his hand over the spot each time. “Of course,” he murmured, more to himself than anything else. “Of course you’d like that, you little slut.”
You moaned at the degrading name, whimpering when you felt him push two fingers into your heat again. “I supposed you’re ready,” he added. Your body burned in anticipation as you felt the bed move. You had neither the energy or will to look and see what was happening but it didn’t matter.
As quickly as Joshua disappeared, he was back, kneeling behind you and spreading your cheeks with his hands. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he growled. “And it’s all mine.”
You moaned in response as he spit onto your waiting hole. The next thing you felt was the tip of his cock brushing against you. “I’m going to ruin this little pussy,” he growled in your ear. “Make it so mine is the only cock you can take.”
You whimpered as you felt his teeth dig into your shoulder before he straightened back up. You felt the head of his cock as it pushed slowly into you and suddenly, you knew why he prepped you with the tentacles beforehand.
Inch by inch, Joshua slid into you. Your body shook as your cunt stretched to accommodate his girth. As he bottomed out, you shuddered, walls clenching and unclenching around him. “So warm,” he breathed. “M’gonna wreck you,” he added, taking your hips in both hands before slowly drawing his cock out until just the tip was still inside you.
Without warning, he snapped his hips forward, making you scream into the pillows as he pushed all of his cock into you at once. The first few thrusts were the hardest but as he fell into a steady rhythm, the stinging pain was replaced with a dull ache. You could already feel your juices starting to roll down your thighs, no doubt mixed with sweat as Joshua pounded into you from behind.
You could feel the tip of his cock hit your cervix with each stroke. You cried out as he slammed into you.
He hovered over you, one hand on the mattress next to you and the other holding your hip. “You take cock so well, baby,” he growled. “It’s like you were made for this.”
You moaned loudly, tears and spit staining the pillow your face was currently buried in. Joshua grabbed the pillow and tossed it aside. “I want to hear you,” he rasped, hips hitting your ass as he thrust into you. “Wanna hear you scream for me and I split you open.”
Your cries filled the room with each slam of his hips, the sound of skin hitting skin the only other sound to be heard. Your fingers dug into the sheets, trying to ground yourself from the onslaught of his hips. “Mine,” you heard him growl. It was almost animalistic. As if to seal his claim, you cried out as you felt his teeth sink into your shoulder. The stinging pain of your shoulder combined with the feeling of his cock repeatedly dragging against your walls raw sent you over the edge and you came with a whimper, falling limp as he continued to fuck you.
More tears spilled as Joshua moved, his hips never faltering. “M’gonna fuck you so good,” he grunted. “Fuck you like you deserve. Fuck you until you’re full of nothing but my cum. Turn you into my own cum dumpster like the good little slut are.”
The sound of his almost angelic voice saying all those dirty things had your mind reeling as your second orgasm built up quickly, a low, deep moan escaping you as you came for a second time. “Such a good little girl,” he chuckled. His chest pressed against your back as he buried his cock fully inside you, pinning you to the mattress.
“You want that? You want me to fill you up? You want me to breed you?”
You moaned, hips pushing back against him, urging him to move again.
When he did it was fast and unforgiving. His thrusts were erratic. “Fuck,” he growled, his voice hitting a low you didn’t think possible. “Stay down,” he added, pinning you to the mattress as he pushed himself up with one hand. “Yeah,” he continued when you obeyed him. “Just like that.”
You felt his cock twitch and throb in your pussy, your walls fluttering around him as another orgasm washed over you. You’d lost count at this point how many you had but Joshua was nearing his own and you were left at his mercy as he chased his high, hips slamming into you as he growled and cursed in a language you didn’t understand.
As he finally started to come undone, he thrust once, twice, thrice more before burying his cock deep in your walls as he came, teeth sinking into your skin once more, marking you as thick ropes of his hot cum painted your walls and filled your cunt until it started to spill out.
You panted, breathing heavily against the sheets, ignoring the drool on your chin. Joshua shuddered as the last of his cum spilled into you. He let out one final groan before stilling completely. Your eyes fluttered shut as you heard him whisper into your ear but what he said you weren’t sure.
Everything faded to black.
You woke with a start and opened your eyes, sunlight filtering into your room and blinding you.
You groaned as you tried to roll over but your limbs were heavy and sore. It took more strength than usual to roll over. As you did, you caught sight of the alarm clock next to your bed but something was wrong.
It was on the opposite side. You lifted your head and stared at the alarm clock. The red numbers told you that it was just after nine in the morning. That was when you noticed the wall. It wasn’t your wall. You started to push yourself up, peering down at the sheets. They weren’t your sheets.
Just where the hell were you?
You sat up and looked around. This wasn’t your place.
Your gaze continued over the familiar surroundings but it wasn’t until it landed on a figure in the kitchen that everything clicked.
He smiled as he walked over carrying two plates and a mug of coffee.
You watched as he sat on the edge of bed, setting the coffee on the side table next to you before setting one of the plates in your lap. “Morning,” he said cheerfully, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “You seemed pretty tired last night,” he added. “So I let you sleep in.”
You looked around as you tried to process what waking up at his place meant. Did you two…?
Memories from the night before flashed before your eyes.
The demon in your room, showing up at Joshua’s place, the sex. You raised a hand up to your mouth as you realized what actually happened last night. You looked over at Joshua as he ate his own plate of pancakes. “Did we…?” you whispered looking up to meet his gaze. His eyes, which were brown, momentarily flashed red, and you knew instantly.
“We did indeed, doll,” he answered, returning his gaze to his plate.
“And you’re…?” Joshua nodded, looking up. “Yep. I’m a demon,” he answered nonchalantly.
“But I’m your demon,” he added. Your cheeks burned as he smirked at you.
“So I was thinking,” he continued to speak.
“Maybe we could move in together.”
You stared at him as he spoke. “I mean, since we’re bound to each other for eternity now, it just makes sense, you know?”
Your heart hammered in your chest, blood pounding in your ears. ‘Move in together?’
“And if we live together, we can have sex like every night.”
‘For eternity?’
“It would be perfect. It’s stupid for us to be apart anyway.”
You looked down at your plate as your pulse sped up.
‘What the hell have I done?’
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how your relationship with seventeen was revealed
warnings | reader wears nail art for minghao's part
notes | reader is also an idol, kinda unrealistic in some parts but whatever js let me have this one LMAO, not proofread
seungcheol – an interview
he thought it was high time to reveal your relationship to the world. after (a lot of) discussing with you and receiving your permission, he mentioned you during an interview for a magazine shoot. the question was smth around the lines of "what do you do when you have a particularly bad day" and cheol casually said "i go to [name] for comfort. they're a really special person to me and always cheer me up whenever i'm feeling down. i'm lucky to have them." with an absolute love sick smile.
safe to say, twitter almost crashed after that interview was released and you confirmed it on a livestream js a couple days later. (both pledis and your company were not happy but fuck them)
jeonghan – your hair color
your company's very big on self-expression when it came to physical appearance, so they never forced a hairstyle / makeup / clothes on you or your members. you were free to dye your hair however you wished, and you mostly kept it natural. until you met jeonghan. a couple months into your relationship with him, jeonghan came up with the idea of matching hair colors. he often had to dye his hair for comebacks, and instead of dying your entire head, he suggested that you would only get a single, visible strand of hair dyed in the same shade. you loved the idea and no one really noticed, not even your own company, until a eagle-eyed carat pointed it out on tiktok. the entire kpop community knew you and jeonghan were close since you both guest mc-ed together before and one of your members were close with seungcheol. and it seemed legit. the entire internet blew up and it even became a trend among couples. your companies both released a statement just a few weeks later, confirming the allegations.
joshua – his podcast w/ vernon
there was a question sector of the podcast he hosted with vernon where carats could submit questions via twitter and he and vernon would answer them. he saw a question that asked about their thoughts on your group's most recent comeback, and vernon managed to sneak in a few praises, complimenting the composition of one of the bsides before shua began a word vomit of praise, specifically for you. he complimented how much you improved since the last comeback and how good you looked in the music video, the teaser photos, the most recent stage, basically everything. he was so busy talking that he didn't notice the massive side-eye vernon was giving him and once he stopped talking, joshua physically slapped a hand over his mouth because oops.
no worries though, you thought it was funny and thought it was high time that the two of you revealed your relationship. joshua got clowned for it a lot though, especially by vernon.
junhui – instagram
the two of you tried your best to time your posts so nothing seems suspicious. for almost a year, your pictures from cat cafe dates to museum dates and late park dates went unnoticed by fans. that is, until your group went to japan recently for a short trip for promotions and jun tagged along since he had no schedules for 2-3 days. you found a cute convenience store during a late night walk with him and took pictures. some on your own, some of only him, and some together. except this time, the two of you forgot to talk beforehand and you both posted the photos on the same night.
your manager scolded you for being so careless, but truth be told he didn't actually care. he thought it was funny and only had a word with you because as your manager, he had to. (he already knew beforehand and thought you guys looked super cute together)
hoshi – seungkwan
you and hoshi were having a movie date night but you guys weren't particularly in the mood to actually watch a movie so the two of you just fucked around the whole night, prank calling different members to see how they would react and watching instagram reels (because hoshi swears by them and thinks they're better than 'that stupid clock app'). (the funniest reaction you got so far was mingyu, who was half asleep when you facetimed him and asked him if his refrigerator was running. when he responded with a groggy 'yes', hoshi said that he better go catch it and mingyu actually dropped his phone to go catch it.) the next victim was seungkwan, who you didn't know was doing a weverse at the same time. when seungkwan received the incoming facetime call from hoshi, he grinned and decided to accept the call by showing the camera his phone screen. what he didn't expect was to see hoshi's arm wrapped around you and his chin tucked onto your chin when he answered the call.
when seungkwan accepted the call, the first thing you saw was a reflection of you and hoshi, and you recognized the familiar flow of comments flying past the unfamiliar phone screen at an incredible speed. you dropped hoshi's phone in sheer panic and glanced over at your boyfriend who looked as equally panicked, his jaw basically reaching the floor. poor seungkwan began fumbling for a random excuse but it was too late now. the cat (tiger) was out of the bag.
wonwoo – via the company
wonwoo never thought there was a point in hiding your relationship from the public. he was with the person he loved and what a few jobless netizens had to say about your relationship wouldn't change that. after a couple months of 'testing the waters' and seeing how far the two of you would commit to the relationship, wonwoo just straight up went to the ceo of pledis and went 'yo i'm dating [name] from [group name] and you can't stop me' (with your permission of course, and you did the same thing) after a lot of discussion with both your ceo's, the companies agreed to simultaneously release a statement to the public about your relationship with wonwoo.
woozi – his lyrics
we all know woozi projects everything that's going on in his life through his song lyrics. yk those posts where people are like "i need someone to break bruno mars' heart again" bc his breakup songs are so good? it's like that. the latest seventeen comeback is FILLED TO THE BRIM with love songs and everyone and their mother is like "what the fuck is going on" because woozi's written love songs before but not like this??? the lyrics seem so much more deeper and personal, and the listener can almost feel woozi's heart and soul being poured into the lyrics and melody. woozi personally denied anything on a weverse live but people caught on once he released a mixtape of a love song and the lyrics contained a physical description of a person that was a little too similar to you.
minghao – books (and nail art)
minghao likes reading books. you like reading books. that doesn't mean you're dating, right? so many people in the world love to read books, that doesn't automatically make you lovers, right? ... right, except you read and post about the same books minghao reads and recommends to carats. even then, that could've been a coincidence, right? you just have similar taste in books.
wrong. you made a silly mistake of saying on a live how all your favorite books were recommended by a super close friend that you held dear to your heart. still, you can just be friends with minghao, right? wrong again because fans noticed that you had matching nail art with minghao's, the signature 8/infinity sign on your nails. there was no point in being in denial any longer.
mingyu – instagram
another silly little mistake. he recently came back from a trip with just you and him, and naturally, he wanted to upload some photos to instagram for his lovely fans to foam at the mouth scream over (he knows the power he holds). he was lying in bed (next to you), ready for bed as he scrolled through chose different photos to upload. what he didn't realize was that he had also clicked on a photo of you and him kissing in the dark, under a streetlight. it was a classic, romantic kiss. his hand was resting on your lower back, your arms wrapped around his neck as he dipped you, your leg held up by his other hand. almost immediately after posting, mingyu set down his phone and went to sleep in your arms.
the next morning, he woke up to about 56 missed calls from his manager, a BUNCH of weverse notifications, and 300+ messages from the seventeen group chat (that came back to life for the first time in almost a month and it wasn't js seungcheol talking to himself)
dokyeom – weverse live
dokyeom is surprisingly not shy when it comes to his relationship with you. after a few serious discussions, the two of you ventured out to the streets of seoul in broad daylight, your hand tightly entwined in his own, but no tabloid or news outlet seemed to catch whiff of it. dokyeom was frustrated because he wanted to show you off to the world, tell everyone that he was yours and you were his, but no one was bothering to expose it. so he decided to take this matter into his own hands. after receiving permission from both companies, he started a weverse live–with you. the two of you sat side by side, awkwardly waiting for more and more viewers to enter the livestream. obviously the entire internet went insane when dokyeom held his hand in yours and said with a proud smile that the two of you were dating and would appreciate all the love and support. and the internet officially lost it when he pressed a kiss to your cheek, which made you blush intensely.
it was cute, and even his manager–who was sitting behind the phone–was smiling as he watched the two of you together.
seungkwan – an entertainment show
similar to joshua. a couple members from your group were guests on a show that seungkwan was a regular cast of to promote your upcoming comeback, and of course they already knew that you were dating him. before the recording, they were teasing him (they're all already very close) and kept mentioning your name, which made seungkwan turn into a bright red tomato. during the recording, when it was time to promote your group's most recent comeback, your group members stood in the center of the room and gave a little sneak peek to the choreo of the title track, which seungkwan followed to with on the side (people didn't notice this until the airing of that episode–and an fyi, this was before their official comeback). and when the time came to the talk about the production process, seungkwan immediately began to ramble about how much you improved on your live singing and how proud he was of you. he also talked about how you talked to him about how much you struggled with the change of concept and how you pushed through those hard trials. he also couldn't forget about how good you looked and how the concept change looked really good on you and the new makeup look accentuated your eye color. at the end of his very long speech, seungkwan realized what he just did and sank into his chair with his bright red face buried into his hands.
vernon – vernon being vernon
vernon did a vernon and randomly revealed it on a weverse live, almost giving his poor manager a heart attack. he was reading through the comments when he randomly said 'by the way, i'm dating [name] from [group name]' HIS POOR MANAGER. HAD A MINI HEART ATTACK BEFORE TURNING OFF THE LIVE IN A PANIC. the following day, pledis released a statement, confirming vernon's impromptu confession.
dino – dispatch
my poor boy was the only one who fell victim to dispatch 😭 he was so careful not to get caught because he didn't want you to receive any backlash. specifically went on dates later in the day so the two of you wouldn't be as easily recognized, trying to stay home as much as possible, covering up as much as you both could. but eventually, dispatch caught the two of you hugging at the entrance of the hybe building at 11 pm. first, weird. why were they watching you guys at 11 pm. second, seungcheol was so relieved that the secret was finally out because he was running out of excuses as to why dino was almost never at home anymore.
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joshua - movie night
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you woke up and found yourself on the couch. there was a blanket covering you, but it fell as you sat up. the tv was paused and you noticed that a different movie was on the screen than the one you had been watching earlier. you suddenly yawned, clearly still tired from your busy day.
"joshua?" you called out to your boyfriend, not knowing where he was.
"you woke up?" joshua spoke. you saw him walk into the living room from the kitchen with a bowl in his hand. "made popcorn," he mentioned while grabbing a piece and eating it.
you picked your phone up from where it was sitting in the couch and saw that it was almost two in the morning. you rubbed your eyes while joshua sat down next to you on the couch. he moved the blanket that was near you out of the way.
"we should go to bed," you said to him. "it's late."
"we have the weekend off," he reminded you, "i don't think it'd hurt to stay up late tonight."
"says the person who doesn't sleep well," you replied. "can we at least watch something else?" you asked, looking at the screen, "i heard this movie isn't good."
"we can restart the one you had been wanting to watch. after all, you fell asleep within the first hour," joshua suggested with a slight chuckle.
you rolled your eyes, "i think i'll just fall back asleep if it’s on again," you said and moved to lay down. you rested your head on his lap, making joshua put the bowl of popcorn on the side table. "you can keep watching," you said to him as you got comfortable.
"you should sleep in the room," joshua said to you. he leaned in and kissed your forehead.
"don't wanna."
he chuckled and changed the movie to a tv show that he had been watching. you turned to lay on your side so you could still see the tv screen. however, watching the show made you tired and you feel asleep within a few minutes after the intro played.
you were barely awake but felt joshua pick up your hand and kiss your knuckles, "sleep tight, love."
"how am i supposed to sleep tight when you do that?" you mumbled to him and moved to be on your back.
"shhh."
"you shush."
"no, you shush."
"josh, i swear i'll smack the popcorn bowl off the table," you replied and started feeling popcorn pieces fall on your face. you opened your eyes and looked at joshua, who was smiling at you. "you're annoying."
"and you're adorable. see? we're even," he chuckled.
you rolled your eyes and picked up the fallen popcorn pieces before mediocrely chucking them at joshua. even though the pieces were falling back towards your direction, you still chucked them at him. joshua just laughed at you and ate some popcorn from the bowl before grabbing a few pieces and hitting you with them again. then, you sat up and reached for the bowl.
"hey hey hey, don't throw the popcorn at me."
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It Simply Cannot Be! ~ *Joshua Hong*
Summary: Joshua is good and he prides himself on being good. That's why he's in the Legion of Angels. That is, until they decide he's not good anymore and cast him out. It simply cannot be!
Pairing: Kim Mingyu X G/N!Reader
Genre: Angstyish Oneshot
Word Count: 1085
Warning: Religious Trauma (but not the kind you're thinking)
Masterlist
Taglist: @samepoisonsamevine @kpop-will-kill-me
The night was quiet and the candle light flickered low. You were cleaning up the bar as per usual, making sure the glasses were clean to use tomorrow. There were still a handful of stragglers that kept mainly to themselves. Every so often, one would come up to you, pay their tab, and quietly leave. It wouldn't be long before the last of the crowd would trickle out and you'd be all alone. Not that you minded. It was about time for you to get some shut eye anyways.
At least that's what you thought when the door to the inn slammed open in a flurry of wind and feathers. Before you knew it, the tornado was at a stool before the bar, half leaning over it. You simply stared at the cyclone who was in the middle of a conversation with you.
"It simply cannot be!" He wailed. "Do you have any idea how much I worked for this? Everything I have sacrificed for them? And just like that, gone! Demoted! Banished! Cast out! As if all of my years of servitude meant nothing to them! How could this be? It simply cannot, I tell you!"
"Good evening to you, Joshua." You greet him, a small smile playing at the corners of your mouth. Your eyes are still trained on the pesky stain in the stein glass you're trying to clean.
"Are you even listening to me?" He continued with another whine.
You nod. "I am, though to you I must not seem very engaged. But I am listening to you."
He narrowed his eyes on you. "You also don't seem very sympathetic to my concerns."
You finally look up and notice that the Joshua before you does not look like he normally does. Usually he is white, gold, and glowing. But his color and light are now faded. He is gray, silver, and dull. You can already guess what happened to him without him trying to tell you. Although, you're unsure as to why he had fallen.
"The legion of angels have not been kind to you, have they?" You sigh and shake your head. "I tried to tell you that it was best to stay away from them, but you wouldn't listen. Still, are you alright? Falling is hard and very painful. I can make you something to help ease the pain."
He shook his head. "The pain has subsided a great deal. It's just a dull throb now."
"And the emotional pain?"
"I don't think it will ever go away." He whispers and you sigh once more.
Taking one of the already clean glasses, you mix a sweet and frothy concoction before passing it towards him. "Drink this. You'll need it."
"What's this?" He asked, eyeing the odd drink with suspicion and a hint of disdain.
"Just drink it. It'll soothe your body and your mind."
He carefully drinks it in one go. You softly smile and he returns it before shyly passing the glass back to you to clean.
"How much do I owe you?"
You look up at him and there's a sharp look in your eye. "Just sit there and listen to what I have to say."
He nods and you get back to finishing your cleaning. "I told you to be careful of the Legion of Angels. Now, I knew you could easily join the Legion and I'll admit, I was a little impressed with how quickly you rose through their ranks. But I know better than anyone how much harder it is to maintain your precarious position on top when there is no room for mistakes. And I know it hurts to fall. I was worried about you. I've always been worried about you. And while I knew you could do very well, I also knew it was a matter of time before something happened. The winds of change will always bring change, as much as the Legion tries to deny it. I'm just glad you didn't fall too hard."
He sighs and places his chin onto the bar. "I made a terrible mistake, haven't I?"
You shake your head. "Not at all. You made a choice, Joshua. And while it may hurt now, it will get better. Things always get better. It's a back and forth dance we all must dance while we are alive. You will get better, I promise. And the best thing is you learned while you were at it. You've grown, though it may not seem like it at the moment."
He gives you another smile. "Can I ask a personal question?"
"Of course."
"Did it feel this way when you became a disgraced God?"
You suppress your shudder with ease and pick up another glass to clean. "It hurt much worse. Angels come and go. Gods are forever. I will always carry this pain until I am once again reinstated. And then I will go through it again when I'm knocked off my pedestal once more. As I said, it's a back and forth we must go through as we live."
He nods. "I understand. But do you think the Legion will ever let me join their ranks again?"
You shrug. "Give it time. You still have some lingering effects of being an angel, and that includes the prolonged life span. Use it and continue learning. Perhaps you'll rejoin them or perhaps you'll find a new calling. Only you can make that decision, not anyone else."
With a much more confident smile, he sits up. "Thank you. I really appreciate it."
"You're very welcome." You put the last glass away and toss your rag into a pile of laundry you will need to complete tomorrow. "Would you like to stay tonight and rest your wings, Joshua? It's on the house."
He grins. "How could I pass up an offer from a God who protects weary souls? Yes, please."
"I'll have a room done up for you. And tomorrow, I can put you in contact with the Order of Fallen Angels. They can help you navigate life now, considering that you are now half human and half angel. You're going to need a better support system than just me."
He frowns a little at your words. "But I can still come to you if I need support, right?"
You pause a little at his words before nodding. "Sure, if you would like."
"I would very much."
"Very well." You nod. "Now, shall I show you to your room, Fallen Angel Joshua?"
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