#kim you fumbled it so bad
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EVENING GLOW — KIM MINGYU ࿐
summary. you’re having a horrible, no good, very bad day and mingyu wants to do everything he can to make it better.
wc. 4.5k+
warnings. hurt/comfort, overthinking, reader goes through it and cries a lot, allusions to having anxiety, smut! soft bf!mingyu, so much praise (it’s insane), pet names (angel, baby, sweet/pretty girl), reader is v needy and sensitive, a lot of reassurance, hand holding, fingering, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, slight dumbification, creampie, V SOFT, unprotected sex — MINORS DNI 18+
note. because i love keir ( @jeonghantis ) and bc they deserve the world and all of the stars. also it’s really for anyone who’s had way too many bad days in a row <3 u are very loved (by me and ur fave). also, i lost sight of the plot half way thru this (very common reoccurrence in all of my mingyu fics) so i apologize for that hehsh. i appreciate ur feedback! <3 and yes, this is loosely based off evening glow by wave to earth <33333333 + @toruro i also hope u like this hehehe
bad days aren’t uncommon for you, but you’ve had significantly less since kim mingyu waltzed into your life like the klutz he is. he manages to make every day brighter by simply existing. every smile, every laugh, every touch makes bad days seem like a distant memory.
that’s not to say you don’t still have them because you do.
you still have days– like today– where it seems like nothing is right. days where you overthink every single thing in your life, ‘am i doing this right?’ ‘does he still love me?’ ‘does any of this even fucking matter?’ days where you want the earth to crack all the way open and swallow you whole.
those days are beyond harsh. they have you trudging back home with wet lash lines, cloudy vision, and a loud voice in your head that’s begging– pleading– don’t cry, don’t cry, please don’t cry.
and today… today felt like you went to hell and back. the second your eyes opened, you knew it was going to be one of those days and it truly was a series of rather unfortunate events. you woke up late and alone, you were reprimanded by your boss, you spilled your much-needed coffee during your break, your coworkers were much more hostile than usual, you got yelled at by clients over the phone, your personal phone died halfway through the day because, of course, you forgot to charge it last night, and then, the intrusive thoughts came. the ones that had you overthinking like crazy.
and it’s not like you could talk to anyone about it (read: talk to mingyu about it). your phone was dead and you hated all of your coworkers, so you were stuck. stuck in limbo, it seemed, mind plagued with horrid thoughts. everything good in your life didn’t feel so good anymore.
which is why you were practically in tears when you got back home, letting them roll down your face shamelessly as your hand fumbled the keys. you eventually got it into the lock– after steadying your shaky hand– turning the metal and letting yourself in. the second you shut the door, you press your back against it, head in your hands as you let out the soft sobs you've been holding in all day.
on most of your bad days, you can keep your tears at bay till you make it into the shower. but, on days like today, you just can’t and your sobs echo through the empty apartment, reminding you that you’ll be alone till your boyfriend arrives. it’s not the prettiest sight, though, so you’re partially glad that mingyu misses it since he gets home after you.
he usually does, at least.
what you don’t realize is mingyu is home and he’s wandering around the apartment with his brows furrowed, confused as to where the sound of crying is coming from.
and when he sees you at the main entrance with your hands covering your face, he feels the air leave his lungs and his heart almost literally cracks in half.
he treads carefully, slowly making his way to you. “...baby?”
you’re startled, choking on one of your sobs at the sound of his voice. out of mere embarrassment, you quickly wipe your tears with your sleeve though it does nothing to hide the fact that you actually have been crying.
“gyu…” you say with a wavering voice, doing your absolute best to keep up your shitty facade. you quickly feel your resolve crumbling as you both stand in awkward silence, so you put your head down to avoid eye contact. “i-i thought you were working?”
he ignores your question and counters with his own, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
you bite your trembling lip and shake your head, eyes still trained on the floor.
he walks a few steps closer, now towering over your trembling body, “c’mon, angel. tell me what happened.”
you take a shuddered breath, slowly raising your head to look up at him. he frowns at your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks and at the fact that all you can say is “hi…” in a nearly-inaudible, yet dulcet voice.
“hi, baby,” he whispers back, hands coming to cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping at your stray tears. “tell me what happened.” he repeats, a bit more demanding this time.
you deflate, “i just had a bad day… it was nothing.”
he shakes his head at how you invalidate yourself, “it’s not nothing if it’s making you cry, Y/N…” he gently reminds. “please tell me? i wanna help… if you’ll let me.”
you sigh, leaning into his touch. your eyes flutter close and the words escape you before your brain can process them. you tell him everything trying your hardest to not let your emotions get the best of you. it’s not like mingyu would care if you were crying and blubbering out your words, but you knew he hated seeing you so upset, so you refrain from shedding more tears.
you try to refrain, at least. you can’t stop the way they helplessly fall when you open your eyes again. “nothing was going right, gyu… my day was so bad that it had me overthinking every little thing.”
“i’m sorry, baby.” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. “i’m so sorry i wasn’t there for you.”
you shake your head profusely, swallowing the lump you feel in your throat, “n-no! no, please, it’s not your fault, gyu, i swear. my phone died, so it’s not like you could’ve known anyway.”
he pulls away from you, hands coming down to hold yours. “what did you think about?”
you squeeze his hands, “a lot of things…”
“like?” he frowns, pressing further.
you look away, mumbling out a lie, “i dunno. it was a lot… i can’t really remember right now. ”
truth be told, you didn’t want to admit the anxiety-induced thoughts you had earlier knowing he’d worry. if he heard half the ones you had about your relationship, you know he’d probably break down himself. you’re well aware mingyu loves you more than anything on earth because he never fails to remind you.
but sometimes, the tiny voice in the back of your head– the one that says he’s too good to be true– gets a bit too loud and you tend to forget all his little reminders– all the ‘i love you’s’ he whispers into your ear right before bed, all the kisses he peppers onto your face, all the hugs where he squeezes the life out of you.
“you don’t have to tell me what you thought about, but i do want to tell you something,” he starts, a small smile making its way onto his pretty lips. he leans into you, with a voice so small as he says, “i love you. and i know i suffocate you with it sometimes, but it’s true. i love you so much. please don’t ever doubt that.”
you nod, sniffling, “i know.”
his smile grows, “and?...”
your lips curve up a bit and you whisper, “and i love you, too.”
“you better not forget it,” he playfully jokes, forehead resting on yours again. “you know i love you the most, though.”
you giggle softly, shaking your head. “you always turn it into a competition. you know it isn’t right?”
“i know it isn’t, but i do.” he confirms, voice tender and a bit hushed. “i want you to remember that the next time you think too hard. i love my pretty girl the most… more than anything. i’d do anything to keep you happy. wanna see that pretty smile everyday.”
the genuinity– the love– that drips from his words has you weak. the words replay in your head over and over almost as if it’s on a constant loop.
i love my pretty girl.
my pretty girl.
your breath hitches at the unanticipated pet name, remembering the sweet, innocent way it rolled off his tongue. you know you probably shouldn’t feel this way, but it doesn’t stop the way you squeeze your thighs together, pussy pulsing at the mere term of endearment. you’re almost sure mingyu can feel the heat radiating off your skin, yet he does nothing. he stands still, warm, brown eyes staring at your tear-stained face.
so you take matters into your own hands.
you stand tall and lean into him. your nose brushes against his and the proximity between the two of you closes quickly. i want to be kissed, your face reads– begs– and he finally sees that, obliging reluctantly.
his eyes flutter and his lips graze against yours before you take the lead and close the gap for him. as his mouth collides with yours, you feel warmth erupt in your body and you relish it.
the kiss is soft. gentle. it nearly has you melting under him.
but the longer his lips mold against yours, the longer his tongue roams the inside of your mouth, the needier you get. it’s like all your worries wash away. all the bad thoughts evaporate into thin air. all you can think about is the everlasting love you have for the man before you and the incessant love he has for you, too.
you untangle your hands from his in favor of pawing at his chest, nails digging into the cotton fabric of his shit and slightly biting into his skin.
you’re slowly, yet surely losing your mind. the kiss deepens and all the coherent thoughts you had minutes prior are being pushed to the back as mingyu is on the forefront of your mind. you’re overcome with need for him. need for him to make you forget everything. need for him to fuck you till all you can think about him and the way his cock makes you feel.
and mingyu knows this, of course. he knows with the way you claw at him and how you whimper desperately as if you’ve been deprived from his touch for far too long.
it’s why he doesn’t make you beg for it. instead he’s pulling away, watching you chase his lips while he breathlessly asks, “you sure you wanna do this, baby?” he looks so enamored with you. there’s no doubt you look like a complete mess right now, but it’s like he sees past it. past the tears, past the red eyes, past all the sadness.
“please,” you whisper, sniffling again.
he murmurs okay against your lips before grabbing your hand and guiding you to your shared room.
he diligently strips you of your clothing, first your pants then your shirt. his fingers skillfully popping the buttons on your blouse and slipping it off your body, letting it fall into a pool on the ground.
“so beautiful,” he whispers, massive hands immediately moving to grope your tits through your bra. “you’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.”
his words linger in the air and you feel them. you feel beautiful when he stares at you half naked in your cotton panties and mismatched bra. you feel beautiful with your puffy eyes and snotty nose. mingyu makes you feel so beautiful even in your most unfavorable moments.
you whimper at his heavy hands, your own tugging at the ends of his shirt, wordlessly begging for the fabric to join the other clothes on the ground. he obliges immediately, practically ripping it off of himself before his hands are back on you.
he pulls your bra down, letting your tits spill out, kneading at the flesh with hearts in his eyes. a breathy version of his name comes out of your mouth–
and the sound makes his cock ache. his body yearns and begs to be inside of you. so much so that it has him swiftly unclasping your bra before gently pushing you onto the bed. he thinks it’s gentle, at least. mingyu tends to forget his strength so his gentle can be your rough.
it doesn’t matter, it never has. every single act mingyu performs for you is one that comes from a place of love. he’s a benevolent man, not a single malicious bone lives in his hand-crafted body.
“gyu,” you whisper, hand slipping in between your thighs to work on your clothed clit as he towers over you. at your own contact, you feel a shock run through your body and your back just slightly arches off the bed. “need you.”
he curses under his breath, suddenly unable to breathe in his loose house shorts. he hooks his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down and presenting his leaky, hard cock to you.
and the sight has your entire body going hot. you throw your head back against the plush pillows and moan out his name, louder this time, fingers moving faster against your clit– though it would feel so much better if he finally put his hands on you. or better yet, his cock inside of you.
“gyu,” you drag out his name in a cry and you finally feel the bed dip under his weight.
“i know, baby,” he whispers, hand moving yours away from your soaked panties in favor of replacing it. when his bigger fingers begin to rub circles into the covered bud, you gasp and let yours grasp at the sheets under you. “i know you need me. i’ve got you.” he reassures you, voice shaky as he notices just how wet you are. “gonna make you feel so good, don’t worry.”
but you don’t realize how sensitive you are because the second his hand slips inside your panties, his warm hand finding your heated cunt, fresh tears spring to your eyes. “oh, fuck,” you shudder, shaking underneath him.
“you’re so wet,” he mutters the obvious, fingers dipping in between your folds to collect your slick before pulling his hand out.
“don’t tease me,” you plead weakly.
he frowns, shaking his head, “i’m not– i won’t,” he tells you softly, rolling your panties off your body and down your legs. he tosses the cotton material over to join the other articles of clothing on the ground before his hands spread your legs open, displaying you for himself. “i told you that i got you, pretty girl, i promise.”
you give him a broken nod, squirming in discomfort.
his hand is back on your pussy in no time, tapping at your drooling hole with two of his fingers. “this still okay?”
you nod again, “yes, gyu.”
he leans down, lips meeting yours as he presses into you with his index and middle fingers. he’s quick to swallow your moan as he stretches you open, feeling the way your gummy walls invite and welcome him in.
your kiss is more fervent this time around. you can feel his need, the way he shoves his tongue into your mouth, messy and uncoordinated. it has you trapping his fingers between your wet walls, grinding with all your might against his hand.
you have no clue how he manages to multi-task, both finger-fucking and kissing you into oblivion, but he does both without fail. you whine desperately against his lips, one of your hands coming to wrap around his wrist in hopes to support yourself.
the wet squelching of your cunt fills the room and it has him pulling away from you for a second to groan out, “you hear that, angel? pretty pussy takin’ my fingers so fuckin’ well.”
you clench around him again, enveloping him as if your life depended on it– you feel so fucking good–
and yet you crave more. it feels good, yes, mingyu always has you seeing stars, but you need more. more of his fingers, more of him. and mingyu is probably well aware of the fact with the way your pussy swallows his fingers, but you know he’s reluctant about giving you too much because of… prior events.
you want that– you want too much. you want to forget about your shitty day. the only thing you want to think about, the only thing you want to be all-consumed by in this very moment, is mingyu.
“m-more–” you whine against his lips as he wildly pushes in and out of your messy cunt.
fingers unfaltering in speed, he pulls away from you breathlessly, lips wet and swollen. “more, baby?”
“mhm,” you give him pleading eyes as you whisper, “wanna cum.”
“fuck,” he mumbles, nodding his head mindlessly as if your words put him into a daze. his fingers pull out and his ring finger joins the two that are already covered in your slick. they push into you slowly, effectively opening you up. “how’s this, beautiful? this enough?”
you pant, clamping around the digits, squeezing them like a vice. “m-min-” you muffle your moan with your hand, more tears stinging in your eyes.
“no?” he asks, an endearing grin on his face. he maneuvers till he’s in between your legs, he moves further down the bed and your heart thumps erratically in your chest.
it’s when his lips wrap around your clit while he concurrently thrusts his fingers into your sopping heat that you let out an ear-splitting moan. you lace your fingers into his silky hair and tug at his roots without a care.
he winces and moans against you at the feeling, the pain making his cock throb against the bed.
your mind escapes you, melting at the pleasure. his tongue flicks at the sensitive, swollen bud while his fingers curl against your sweet spot, pushing you closer and closer to the edge and you’re on the brink of pure ecstasy.
“s-so close, fuck, i’m close, gyu.” you babble breathlessly.
he moans again, tirelessly continuing his brutal attack on your pussy, but the sound waves of said moans shock your entirety and teeter right over the edge. your vision goes black for a solid minute, only a few specks of white in sight, your blinding orgasm taking your entire body over.
you jerk under him, back arching as you release all over his fingers, the tightrope in your tummy completely unraveling and allowing you to soak his fingers in your syrupy arousal. his mouth moves down as he pulls out and slurps you up obnoxiously, eating you out as you cum.
and you can’t stop shaking, not even after he’s pulled his mouth and fingers away from you. your body twitches and writhes like he’s been working you for hours and mingyu, astounded, has never seen you like this– well, he definitely has– not after a single orgasm, at least.
he shudders, body burning with need. the taste of you alone has his brain a bit fuzzy. “are… you okay? was it too much?” he manages to ask, voice strained.
mingyu thinks his question falls on deaf ears when all he hears is your heaving and tiny whimpers. he moves to clean you up, partially worried he overstimulated you, but then you make grabby hands at the large, flushed man.
he leans into your touch, allowing you to grab on to him, “what’s wrong?”
when he looks into your eyes, glassy and glazed over, he notices the hint of need. the pinch of pure desperation. he sees the way you wordlessly ask for more of him, how you wordlessly ask for him to just fuck you already– he can’t deny you. not with the year-long day you’ve had or with the way his cock is basically begging to stuff you full.
he pecks your lips and sits up again. a soft chuckle escapes him as you chase him for another kiss, but it quickly turns into a sharp breath when he looks down at your puffy, pulsing pussy. you’re crying for him, that much is obvious, but your pussy is just weeping.
an endless trail of arousal continues to drool out of you and it’s so enticing… yet it feels so tantalizing…
he feels a bit guilty for being this hard, for wanting to fuck you so bad. it’s in his good nature. you’ve told him countless times that it’s okay, that you need him, but he just wants to make sure.
“are you sure?” he whispers, so soft that you could almost miss it. “we can just go to bed if you’re not up for this, Y/N.”
you can tell that mingyu is fighting inner turmoil. you know he always feels guilty for fucking you stupid. today, though, you’re sure he feels guilty for the other things.
you don’t want him to. he shouldn’t feel guilty for something beyond his control, so you muster up all your strength and, in a wavered voice, tell him, “i want you… always want you.”
you hear his breath of relief and see the wobbly smile on his face and you mirror it. he’s quickly ridding his mind of the guilt and shame at your reassurance and lining himself up with your hole. he slides the tip of his cock between your lips and revels in the way you jolt gently.
“deep breath f’me,” he mutters, knowing you’ll need it. when he hears your shaky inhale, he takes one of his own right as he pushes into you. “fuck,” he says breathlessly. you’re still so fucking tight around him.
a broken whine bubbles up in the back of your throat and mingyu watches the way your eyes screw shut and your jaw goes slack. beautiful, he thinks to himself. even when you’re fucked out of your mind.
he finds the strength to push past the resistance, slowly shoving himself inside of you till his pelvis meets yours.
when he bottoms out, your face contorts and you’re spluttering over your words, “s-so big,”
he nods his head like he knows. “i know, baby,” he murmurs, sliding one of his hands into yours. “but you’re so good for me, always take me so well.” he whispers this time as he’s leaning down, moving your intertwined hands next to your head on the pillow. his free hand cups your heated cheek and he studies you for a few minutes, cock fully sheathed inside of you.
he watches your face change as you become accustomed to the size of him, how your contorted, pained face relaxes as the minutes pass. when your eyes flutter open and you whimper his name, “gyu…” he pulls out a tiny bit before pushing back in– something of an experimental thrust– and discerns your positive reaction.
he repeats his actions, inching out a bit more and sliding back in with ease. his eyes observe you intently, noticing every reaction you make as he drives his cock in and out of you, each one going deeper than the last.
his hand squeezes yours and his lips graze against yours, “feel good?” he asks, breath fanning over your face.
“uh-huh, so good,” you respond in a pant. “th-thank you.”
he falters a bit, but continues to deliver his deep and calculated thrusts. “why are you thanking me, angel?”
“for taking care of me.”
mingyu’s heart swells and nearly bursts right then and there. his smile practically reaches his ears because mingyu, admittedly, loves being the cause of your pleasure. he’s a giver. he always has been.
it makes his hips move faster, his hips flushing to yours with every stroke. the bed squeaks under you, loud and annoyingly high-pitched. neither of you are bothered by the sound as you’re wrapped up within each other– you’re moaning and whining for more and more against his lips and he’s promising to deliver through deep groans and grunts against yours.
and he does deliver. the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and it knocks the wind out of your lungs. you squeeze the hand in yours and your other comes to claw at his body. you dig your nails into the flesh of his arm, biting into him in favor of leaving crescent shapes on his smooth skin.
he hisses, but the subtle sting just spurs him on. that and the way your pussy contracts around him.
“oh fuck,” you whisper, a high-pitched whine following the words. you’re so sensitive from your previous orgasm that it’s making all too much. your body is buzzing and the familiar knot is forming quicker than usual. “mingyu– mingyu, i-i’m so close.”
he nods, breathing out, “it’s okay, baby– cum for me. you deserve it.” you deserve everything you want, he fails to add.
you don’t hold back, completely unraveling under him. you’re easily reduced to a mess, gushing all over his cock while you mewl a mantra of his name. your brain leaves you for a solid minute as you mindlessly babble out thank you’s and i love you’s.
he pulls away from your lips as he watches you come undone. he’s truly so enraptured by you. with your tear-stained cheeks and the drool that trails past your bruised lips. when you tell him you love him– almost incoherently– his dick twitches in your spasming cunt.
“i love you.” he groans, swiftly rocking into you. you’re sobbing in overstimulation, but he eases you with more praise. “you’re so good, fuck, so perfect. i love you so bad.”
his hand leaves your cheek, instead grabbing your free hand and intertwining your fingers. he pins your hands next to your head, just like the other, and continues fucking you.
“my pretty girl,” he murmurs, holding your contrastingly smaller hands tightly. “i’m gonna cum inside… you want that right?”
the question triggers your mind back to life. “please,” you moan weakly. “n-need it.”
he twitches again, a throaty groan coming out of him before he gasps. his entire body stiffens before he presses himself all the way inside of you. his groans and grunts distort to needy moans as ropes of his seed paint the velvet walls of your convulsing heat.
he attempts to control his breathing. after a minute straight of panting and whining, his heaving chest slows and falls into a steady rhythm.
“are you okay?” he pants, pulling out of you, body still hovering over yours. “was it too much…”
your lips turn up into a tiny, sweet smile and nod your head, “‘m okay, baby.”
“good,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing your lips.
he releases you from his grasp and falls next to you, trying to recover more before cleaning you up. he sighs, soothing a hand over your skin and you scoot into him.
“i wanna help you,” mingyu starts with the softest voice you’ve ever heard after a few minutes of comfortable silence, “you can always tell me when you’re having one of these days, baby… you know that right?”
“i know,” you nod, mindlessly tracing shapes onto his bare chest.
“i’m always gonna be here for you… as long as you’ll have me.”
“i know.” you repeat, words whispered this time. “you always make the days better– make them shine– you literally have a heart of gold, mingyu.”
he chuckles, “i don’t,”
“no, you do. just trust me. if we cut you open right now for open heart surgery, there’d be 24 karat gold in the shape of a human heart inside of you.” you tell him.
mingyu smiles widely. happily.
“just remember that this heart is all yours, angel.”
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sharing a bed ; seungmin ; sequel
masterlist.
original one-shot.
pairing: kim seungmin/reader
content info: sexual content. enemies2lovers. sequel to sharing a bed one-shot linked above. morning afters. running from feelings. making reader jealous. confrontation with a creep and light violence. sexual content includes blow-jobs, hand jobs, strap-on blowjobs, 69ing, rimming, pegging, light choking. some brat seungmin and sort of brat tamer reader (kinda just likes the brat lol). word count: 7k.
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Kim Seungmin, the perpetual thorn in your side and ache in your head, is torturing you.
Not the fun kind of torture, either. You had your fill of that two nights ago when a silly scheme resulted in a horny happenstance and you let yourself get carried away. Your careful control not only slipped, but fell right into the hands of someone you once disliked.
It left you befuddled in the light of the day, when you woke to Seungmin curled around you, his cheek pressing into your bicep and his leg hooked around yours. Not to mention his morning wood digging into your hip. It surfaced memories of the pretty and unexpected piercing you found there, how your idea of this guy was so so wrong. And it made you wonder what else you were wrong about, and all the ways this burgeoning something could go wrong in turn. Your thoughts spiralled.
You were no longer handcuffed, so you slipped out of bed and walked right out the front door. You hoped a walk through the brisk winter morning would help clear your mind. It did, but only momentarily. When you got back to the vacation house and ran into Seungmin, you fumbled. Badly. You meant to be pragmatic but came across dismissive. Something about how last night was the only night. Something about how you were bad at commitments. Something about being better off friends.
Seungmin was silent the whole time, letting you ramble like an idiot. Then his eyes narrowed and he laughed. It was an airy, unpleasant, and derisive sound.
“Trust me,” he said. “We will never be friends.”
“Well, fine,” you said, bristling despite the fact you were the one rejecting him. What did you care if he hated you again? You didn’t. You shouldn’t. “Good.”
It was not good. Saying it left a sour taste in your mouth and a pit in your stomach.
And despite it all, your stupid horny hindbrain did not relent, purring like a kitten when Seungmin gave you a judgemental once-over and scoffed. You could not help but remember the very different noises he made last night, again and again, in your hands and mouth, from your actions and words.
You will never look at him the same way again. You have no idea how to move forward, but you know you can never go back. Pretending nothing happened will not work for once.
It freaks you out. You are usually good at shucking attachments. His cold acceptance should not have hurt. What did you care? This vacation would end and you would go back to your own lives, right? So you let Seungmin shove past you. He ignored you for the rest of the day. When he started an argument later, causing everyone else to groan, you replied like always, but it was half-hearted at best.
Oh god, you think now, rubbing the bridge of your nose, I can’t start thinking with my damn heart.
Emotional attachments and long-term romantic liaisons never turn out well. You cut a dashing figure but your many flaws eventually find their way to the surface. It is not worth the inevitable heartbreak when someone sees under the charming mask to the real you.
Rather than suffer later, you are suffering now, brooding over a beer while doing your damnest to not look across the bar. You know you will not like what you see.
You and your friends only have a couple more nights at the vacation lodge, so you all went down to the nearby resort to drink and dance and enjoy a fun night out.
You are not having any fun, of course. You are sitting on a bar stool, all alone at the counter, in your signature leather jacket as you hunch over your drink and glare at nothing in particular.
Seungmin, on the other hand, is suddenly a dazzling socializer rather than an obnoxious stuck-up jerk like he used to be. You expected him to sit in a corner, making snarky remarks all night, but instead he has been moving from person to person, flirting with anything that breathes.
He is also wearing an obscene pair of jeans. No one else in the friend group seemed to notice, not a single eye so much as twitching in his direction, but you noticed. Oh, yeah, you fucking noticed. The second he came bounding the stairs, swinging on a stupid baggy letterman jacket like the twerpy little prep he is. His dark hair neatly combed, bangs swept off his forehead, brightening his gaze.
The jeans. The stupid fucking jeans. Straight-cut denim that has absolutely no business cupping his ass the way it does. And why does he have such a nice ass anyway? It also has no business looking that way.
Kim Seungmin. What a nightmare.
You take a swig of beer and glare at the wall. You tell yourself not to look at him. He is probably leaning over some equally prissy knob and offering to buy them a glass of milk or whatever people like them drink.
So, no. You will not give him the satisfaction. It is no coincidence that in all the time you have known him, Seungmin has never been flirtatious or promiscuous, but the second you turn him down he is slobbering all over anything that moves.
You will not let him get to you. You will not look at him. You will not react.
Except he is already getting to you. So you look over. You react.
“For fuck’s sake,” you grumble, abandoning your beer and stomping down from your stool.
Seungmin is huddled in a booth with some colossal bitch of a man. You recognize him from the other night, remembering how much time he spent harassing the bar staff. Seungmin doesn’t know that. He might be your enemy – or whatever – but you are not gonna leave the guy with that kind of jerk. And you are not secretly thrilled that you are justified in storming over there, drawing up to the table with all the aggression that has been building inside you.
You slap a hand on the table, bringing their attention to you. Seungmin gives you a once-over, then smiles that stupid smile of his, all boxy and puppyish, like you are the funniest punchline to the funniest joke in the world. There was a time you used to fantasize about swiping that smile off his mouth. You are still thinking about occupying his mouth, just not like that.
“Move along,” you say to the creep.
“Excuse me?”
He is already drunk. You can smell it as much as see it. Seungmin is looking very smug and you start to feel like he picked this guy on purpose.
Seungmin drives you crazy, he really does. One second he is all good boy, the next he is purposefully throwing himself at a creep just to get a rise out of you. You feel like he would take a running leap off the mountainside if he was inclined to a prove a point to someone. He is fearless and ridiculous and you want to hate him. You want him to be the boring two-dimensional snob you thought he was. You have no idea what to do with the complicated man in front of you.
That’s a lie, you think, meeting his gaze. You know exactly what to do with him.
You swear his eyes are twinkling. He slouches back comfortably, arms crossed.
“I told you once,” you say, tearing your gaze from him to look at the creep. “Now move along.”
“Try me.”
The guy was only bothering women and seems uninterested in Seungmin so you suspect he just wants to piss you off, but then he puts a hand on him anyway, grabbing Seungmin by the arm so suddenly that it surprises him.
Before Seungmin can shake him off, you snatch the guy by his wrist and twist. He yelps, struggling to wrestle his arm back from your iron grip. You slam him against the back of the booth.
“Touch him again,” you say, “and I will break your hand. You wanna try me?”
He opens his mouth, no doubt to spew some smelly rejoinder, but you don’t stick around for it. You grab Seungmin by the elbow and yank him out of the booth. You drag him away.
“Excuse me,” Seungmin says, not politely, ripping his arm back. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I think I’m saving your dumb ass from getting felt up by every creep on this mountain.”
“Meh-meh-meh,” he mocks, dodging when you reach for him again. “I’m having fun. I don’t need you to do anything. It’s not like you’d really care if something happened to me. Bad,” he smirks, “or good.”
He knows he has you cornered. You might have the physicality over him, but he is holding this entire scene in his hands. You can only rub your jaw and shake your head, trying and failing to remember how to act indifferent.
He has the tiniest drop of cream on his upper lip, leftover from the sugary abomination someone bought him.
You say nothing in reply to his deliberate antagonizing. You plant one hand on your hip and reach for him with the other. When he tries to dodge, you grab him by the shoulder, firmly putting him in place. He does not move the second time, standing still while you wipe a thumb across the sugary residual.
Then you push at his bottom lip, press down, flicking your thumb so it bounces back. His stare is unwavering. He is not the blushing type, but he noticeably swallows.
“Come on,” you say, zipping up your jacket. “We’re leaving. Now.”
“What if I don’t want to?” he asks.
You grab the back of his neck and drag him right up against you.
“I didn’t ask,” you say.
“Friends don’t get to make demands, dumbass,” he says, sneering the word friends. He does not wriggle away, but he does not fully surrender either. He meets your stare head-on, unmoving and unintimidated.
He is going to make you say it. He is not going to let you act sexy and charm your way out of it. He is going to stand in this bar with your hand uselessly holding his neck until you do.
“Fine,” you say. You exhale. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I said all that dumb shit. I’m a moron.”
“Yes,” he says. “You are.”
“I didn’t think it would matter that much anyway.”
“Because you aren’t the romantic type,” he says dryly.
“Because I didn’t think you’d care,” you admit. “You don’t like me and we don’t get along anyway. I just—” You finally drop your hand, waving at nothing and looking away. You can feel him glaring at you. “Look, I suck, I get it. Believe me, I know all the ways I suck. I figured I’d spare us the mess when you figured that out so I just walked away while it was still good.”
“You’re an even bigger idiot than I thought,” he says. He is still frowning at you. “I already know how much you suck. It was the first thing I noticed, you arrogant, womanizing ass.”
“Hey now…”
“You’re vulgar and loud and, for someone without a dick, you think with it constantly.”
“I… don’t…” You do.
“And for some reason even though you are the biggest idiot and the worst person I have ever met,” he says, still glaring, “I still like something about you. Because even though you’re determined to not let anyone see your good side, unfortunately you have one. Even though it’s buried so deep you have to walk into hell to find it.”
It did not really occur to you that Seungmin has already seen your worst qualities. Because you did not get along, you never felt a need to hide those attributes. Inadvertently, you have been more open and honest with this annoyingly handsome brat than anyone else you have ever known.
You cannot help the smile tugging at your lips. Seungmin rolls his eyes.
“You’re hopeless,” he says, shaking his head as he shoves past you. “Take me home, idiot, before I come to my senses.”
You turn to follow him, only to get bopped on the nose when he shoves a pointed finger in your face.
“If you even think about acting like a moron in the morning,” he says, “I will kill you and make it look like an accident.”
You draw a cross over your heart and nod. He huffs in aggravation, turning on his heel and stomping outside.
“You’re the worst,” he says. He swings open the door and stomps into the snowy night, seemingly unbothered by the fluffy bits of snow swirling around his face. He just swings up his hood and marches through the downy white carpet. “You better make this worth my while,” he says.
Your eyes are on his ass in those jeans, thinking about how you very much will be making it worth his while. You look up when he keeps grumbling to himself, a marked sign he is maybe more nervous than he is letting on. You remember his stubbornness before his eventual acquiescence, the way he hid his face at his most vulnerable moments.
You might be in the habit of ducking out the door, but he deflects just as much with his wit.
You hurry your pace, catching up to him. He is still muttering to himself, head down, a soft layer of snow dusting his jacket and hood. It must be all over your head but you hardly feel the cold. Your mind is on warmth, that stupid heart of yours suddenly flooded with it.
You want this to be good for him, even if he would never outright ask for you to be kind. It is all the more reason to make sure you are. You really were such an idiot.
Your grip is firm but not rough, hand curling protectively over his shoulder. This touch invites more than demands.
He stops in place, looking at you with a wary glare. It disappears when you swoop in. His hood falls as you tug him close. He goes without protest, lips parting under yours with a claiming so heated that the cold does not stand a chance against you.
You try to keep it romantic, a rare act of restraint on your part, but the supposed good boy drags the zipper of your coat down, down, down, then grabs your belt and tugs. You stumble, uncharacteristically shaky, gasping against his lips when he grinds his knuckles against the zip of your jeans.
“Tsk,” he says, lips still brushing yours. “Not prepared.”
“I was planning on sitting around feeling sorry for myself,” you say, with a helpless laugh despite his teasing. You grab his wandering hand, leading it away from your crotch. You are eternally grateful your dick is the kind you can leave in your sock drawer, because resisting him right now would have been impossible otherwise.
“Trust me,” you say. “I’ll make up for it.”
“Fine,” he says. “I will. You better not let me down.” He looks at you when he says this, as close to imploring as Seungmin ever does.
You feel the weight of that trust. You nod, swallowing, looking at his lips, full and pink from the hard press of your kiss. You lean in for more when he abruptly zips your coat again, all the way up to your chin so he smacks your jaw.
“Come on then,” he says with that mean little laugh as he scampers away, grinning at you. “Are you gonna prove it or not?”
It is a short drive back to the cabin, and a torturous one to boot. Not because Seungmin touches you, but because he doesn’t, and he won’t let you touch him either. You try to put a hand on his knee but every attempt is rebuffed. All you get is that cheeky grin or a glare, then a mere flick of his wrist as he brushes you away like lint.
Somehow it is more maddening than a direct touch. You can feel him everywhere just by his proximity. He even jumps out of the car before you unbuckle your seatbelt. He is inside the cabin before you reach the door.
You are panting from the sprint up the driveway, trying to keep up, not entirely convinced he won’t play you for a sucker and run right out the back door. It would be like Seungmin to make you chase him up the mountainside. You wouldn’t blame him for making you prove yourself, considering what an ass you were.
But he is waiting inside the cabin. Everyone else is out for the night and should be gone for hours. When you close the door, sealing out the cold and the world, this cabin feels flush with more heat than you know what to do with.
You do not hesitate. The tantalizing promise of more is like a touch on its own, heightened by his stubborn refusal to give you anything easily. It makes catching him that much more satisfying, that soft sound all the sweeter when you pull him into your arms and finally steal that kiss.
His skin is cool from the weather but his mouth is warm, the kiss searing hot. He digs his blunt nails into the arms of your jacket, pressing the whole length of his hard body against yours.
You remember his unexpectedly tender places, how just a faint stroke behind his ear will have him curling into you, how looping some hair around your fingers and tugging will deepen the rumbling sound that spills past his lips.
You unzip his coat while kissing, licking into him while he scrambles to help strip. The coat hits the floor in a damp heap. You separate for just a moment, giving him the chance to tug his hoodie up and off. You toss your own jacket over the nearby couch, then hook your fingers into his belt loops and pull him close.
His hair is in an endearing state of dishevelment and he looks flushed from the rush of warmth after the chill. Just looking at him like this has you throbbing. You try to imagine telling the old you that you would feel that way, that the annoying friend-of-a-friend who mutually hated your guts would be looking at you like he wants to devour you and let you return the favour.
You can’t imagine believing it. Now it feels completely natural, letting him walk you backwards until your back hits the wall and his chest is pressed to yours, rising and falling with the quickness of his breath.
He is looking aside, contemplatively. You cup his jaw and draw him back to you, unable to resist a breathless laugh when he nips at your fingers. You do not shy away or let go, and that seems to placate him. He practically melts against you, your hand curving around the shape of his cheek, lowering to curl gently around the side of his neck.
“We should go upstairs,” you say. The stairs are right beside you, but somehow the bedroom seems too far.
Impossibly, ridiculously far, when Seungmin flicks some hair out of his eyes and looks at you intensely.
“Don’t you want me on my knees?” he asks.
Your response is not a real word, just a rough sound. He smirks, but is still flushed and a little shaky as he sinks onto his knees. He gets your belt open, tugs it free, and tosses it to the side. The sight of him licking his lips has you seeing stars before he even leans in.
You brush some of his hair back, looking down at his face as he focusses on unzipping your jeans. He has the fly down when you catch your breath and your senses.
You gather the hair at his nape in your fist and tug, firm and sharp. His mouth falls open and his breath stutters, eyes so dark and lips so wet and plush that you are tempted to drive his face right between your legs, where is obviously offering to be.
But that’s not how you want to do this, not yet. You move from his hair to his neck, wrapping your hand around his throat and watching his eyelashes flutter with surprise. There is always a breath of panic in that surprise, adrenaline fueling the flood of desire that follows. He is visibly hard, straining in those sinful jeans, breathing harder as you none-too-nicely push him down onto the stairs.
“What are you doing,” he says, though it sounds like less like a question than acceptance. Continue, waving his hand like a prince on silk sheets even though he is sprawled on his back on the staircase.
“Making it worth your while,” you say. He is not wearing a belt because these jeans are made for his body, snug and perfect and fitted everywhere, so it is just a matter of unbuttoning—
Oof.
He plants his foot on your chest like last time, pushing you back. He blinks innocently.
“Shoes first,” he says.
You smile, though it less playful than predatory, a promise in the flash of your teeth. You nonetheless obey his silly whim as you tug off one shoe than the other. It leaves a damp patch on your shirt which he remarks on. You roll your eyes but tug your shirt off, sports bra following.
The second time you push him down, you are even less nice. You gather his hands in yours and pin them above his head, holding him there when he squirms ineffectively.
“You’re kind of a brat,” you say, yanking his zipper down. “Anyone ever tell you that?”
“You,” he says, panting around the word. “Jerk.”
You laugh, then cover his mouth with yours, swallowing the moan that takes him by surprise. His hips buck towards you when you reach into those jeans to take him in hand. He wriggles in your hold, arms straining while his hips lift toward you for more, following the snapping rhythm of your hand. You trace the dick piercings that caught you by surprise last time, the metal smooth under your rolling thumb.
You only release him when you duck down, tasting for yourself, relishing in the sounds that spill out of him. He claws at your bare shoulder, spreading his legs to make room for you to lay between them. His head falls back, resting on the step above while you work him in your mouth.
“I’m—I’m—” His voice gets lighter, breathier, his orgasm hitting him all at once. He throws an arm over his face instinctively, head thrown back, hips lifting. It catches you by surprise, making you choke just a bit, but he is already coming so you ride it out.
He is still twitching when he finishes, gasping behind his arm when you roll a thumb around his piercing again. When he hisses, knees jerking, you let go.
Knowing him better than you ever thought you would, you move, stretching out alongside him. You tug him into your arms and he goes without hesitation, burying his face in your neck. You snake a hand under his shirt, stroking his back affectionately.
Once more, you are genuinely endeavouring to be sweet.
Once more, he shoves his hand down your pants.
“Hello—” It is all you manage before he is touching you, finding all that wet desire and rubbing a little haphazardly. It makes you laugh and you grab his wrist, slowing him down. “Easy,” you say, showing him a better pace. “Just like that is good.”
He learns quickly. It was the same last time. Every idea you introduced, he contemplated, experimented, then excelled. With just a nudge now, he skillfully obliges. He is breathing hard against your throat, pressed so close to your whole body, his fingers finding all your secrets and working them out. You slide a hand down his backside, squeezing a handful of his ass. The sound he makes has you coming faster than usual.
He puts his hand on your thigh, then lifts his head and grins at you.
“I’m still winning,” he says.
“It’s still not a contest,” you reply, quirking an eyebrow.
“It is,” he says. “And I’m winning.”
“I see.”
You scoop him into your arms and cart him up the stairs. He situates himself by the time you reach the bedroom, legs around your waist and arms around your shoulder.
“Still winning?” you ask.
“Obviously,” he replies.
You shake your head and sigh but with no real animosity, just like his smirk is more playful than vicious. You still whole-heartedly believe he is capable of catching you off guard, so you are prepared for the brat switch to flip at the slightest provocation.
You drop him onto the bed with a gentle thump, then cross your arms and look down at him.
“Can I leave you unsupervised for two minutes while I get my dick?” you ask.
“I don’t know,” he says, blinking innocently. “Can you?”
“Probably not,” you say, but retreat nonetheless. Your equipment is in your travel bag. You left it behind when you went to the bar because you were not in the mood for a hook-up, which should have been the first sign you were hopeless. You were already in waters far too deep when you tried reaching for that shitty life preserver. Learning to swim is not easy but infinitely more rewarding.
You change into packing boxers and tuck your toy into it, buttoning up the pocket. You grab some lube and a towel, then walk back to his bedroom, certain that he has somehow caused trouble in the five minutes it took to do all that.
He’d naked. Of course he is. Sitting where you left him, perched on the edge of the bed, but his clothes are folded in a pile on the dresser and he has nothing but a bedsheet pulled over his lap. He is not wearing his usual cheeky expression, though, and you are about to ask if something is wrong. Then he says, “I’ve never done this before.”
“Oh,” you say. “That’s fine.” It is the unthinking response, automatic as the admission is not too surprising. You live in a world where strap-ons and gender games are the norm, so sometimes you forget that most people consider it inherently kinky or an anomaly. A lot of men are new to it. Seungmin didn’t even know what was packing was when you first mentioned it.
But then he says, “Any of it.”
And you say, “Huh?”
“I’ve never done,” he says slowly, “any of this.”
“Any.”
“Any.”
It takes a long minute to compute. You think about his clumsy touches and experiments followed by his quick learning. Unabashed and unjudgmental regardless of what he encountered. Testing and figuring himself out just as much as you.
“Oh,” you say. Then, “Oh. Fucking shit. I’m such an asshole.”
Because that was his first time doing anything with someone, and you just walked out the door without a word the next morning.
He does not look upset about it anymore. In fact, he laughs, though he tries to hold it back. It turns into a snort he barely catches, amused eyes gazing up at you.
“Yeah,” he says. “You are. We already knew that.”
“I really, I just—”
“Can you shut up and come take my virginity before I get beatified for involuntary chastity?”
“But you’re so fucking hot,” you blurt.
It is obviously not the retort he anticipated, because he blushes profusely, which is not the response you expected.
He clears his throat and looks away, rolling his eyes to compensate for the obvious vulnerability.
“Thanks,” he says. “Stating the obvious. I’m also picky. And apparently I scare people.”
“Scare them?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow. “Who’d be scared of you?”
“Evidently not you,” he says. His tone is snarky but he looks at you, up and down, and the look is a thoughtful one. “Not ever.”
Agh. There’s that heart again, pounding away. Who knew that thing could race so fast.
“Well,” you say, finally putting the bottle and towel on the bedside table. “That is their loss. Not everyone is built for chasing luxury, I guess.”
“Luxury,” he says with another snort, grinning despite himself. “I’m high-end,” he says it like a fact, not a question.
“Naturally,” you say, approaching where he is sitting.
“I’m going to be honest,” he says, eyes wandering your body before landing on your face. “I thought you were going to be weird and egotistical about being with a virgin.”
It suddenly pings in your head that you are his first, that there is a certain responsibility that comes with that. That the wrong person could make this terrible for him. That you want to make sure it feels better than anything he could dream. These thoughts are completely and truly unselfish.
And there is one admittedly egotistical and selfish thought, of making him irrevocably yours with one really good fuck.
He glares when he sees the look on your face, his lips pursed, though a breath of a laugh escapes nonetheless.
“Wow!” he says. “You’re a pig, go away.”
“No, no, I’m not, I swear!” you say, laughing.
He laughs too but shakes his head, pushing you away when you reach for him. “No way,” he says. “You and your ego. Gross.”
“Please, I promise,” you say, getting on your knees and lacing your hands together like a praying supplicant. “I’ll be so normal,” you say. “I have no ego at all.”
“You’re the worst,” he says dryly.
“Yeah, but…” You wiggle your eyebrows at him. “You kinda like me anyway, right?”
It is a more vulnerable question than you thought it would be. It prompts him to look at you, really look at you, before he huffs and rolls his eyes.
“Unfortunately,” he says.
You giggle and he swats your head.
“Are we just going to sit here all night and look at each other?” he asks, crossing his arms.
“No, no, of course not,” you say. You get back on your feet, standing bedside so you are looming over him.
“What are we doing then?” he asks.
“Well, you know what we’re doing,” you say, laughing when he rolls his eyes and huffs again.
You reach out, cupping his face in both your hands and guiding him to look up at you. Your heartbeat hammers away not only in your chest but everywhere else, a rapid current of heat that thunders most prominently between your legs as shiny dark eyes gaze up at you amorously from such a suggestive vantage.
“First, before anything else, this.” You speak in a lower voice, watching his spine straighten as the sound. You run your thumb across his bottom lip like you did earlier, except this time it is a bruised pink from kissing. It really makes you feel like that extra weight in your boxers is coming to life, connected to you intimately, ready and wanting as you are. Especially when you tug on that bottom lip, when he leans towards your hand like he needs it, needs you.
“Now,” you say. “Now I want you on your knees.”
There is a sharp intake of breath before he nods, subtly, then shifts. The sheets falls away from his lap, revealing he is already half-hard again. There are goosebumps along his skin, from his nudity and the chill or just anticipation.
Last time, he needed almost no direction. He followed his own instinct, logically deducing that the part of the toy you could feel was the part at the base, closest to your body. He uses his usual deductions when unbuttoning your boxers, taking a second to first press the base of the toy against you before leaning back and opening his mouth.
It is not easy to come like this, but you are so worked up that it might happen. It does not matter if you do. It is not always about chasing the perfect orgasm. This time, it is touch and sensuality. He lets you teach him, rather than stampeding like last time. You wonder if his heart is pounding given how red the tips of his ears are, blood rushing everywhere in a hurry. You hold his face and slide back and forth, taking your time getting wet, both yourself and the toy, pushing him a little further each time.
When his mouth is full and he blinks slowly, contently, every bratty remark and combative tone far from his mind, you smile and tug his hair. He moans and you push a little more, gliding back and forward again.
“You’re a fast learner,” you say. “Bet you could get used to this.”
It is a testing tease, to great success if the returned moan is anything to go by. He squeezes his eyes shut and starts touching himself, finally moving his head instead of letting you guide him. Before he gets too lost in the rhythm, you ease him back. You smile and rub your thumb across his shiny lips as he blinks up at you.
“Come here,” you say, and kiss him.
He falls into the kiss, arms wrapping around you as you lay down with him. He is eager in the searching heat of the kiss, long and deep and hungry. You get on your back and pull him on top of you, give him one more drawn-out kiss with a filthy wet lick into his mouth, then smile.
“Turn around,” you say. “Keep going.”
It takes him a second to work out what you mean, but he really is a fast learner. Soon he is laying on top of you, face where it was before, mouth wrapping around the end of your dick and his fingers searching beneath it to stroke you directly.
You snatch the lube off the table and wet your fingers then him, taking it slow and easy, using your mouth and spit then more lube until everything is slippery and he gives in so easily into you. He is breathing hard down between your legs, resting his cheek on your thigh and no longer using his mouth on you. His eyes are closed and his hips are rocking, focussed on the sensations that you are certain are overwhelming him.
You move him around, at which point he comes to attention, looking back at you. This is the quietest he has ever been, all the action in his heart as you expected; you can feel it racing when you touch his chest.
You lay him down in front of you, sidling up behind him. You lay a hand on the wildly fluttering race of his pulse, throat cupped in your palm. You turn his face to kiss him, your wet hand stroking your wet dick. You probably should have thrown that towel down before getting started. The sheets are a mess already.
“Ugh, hurry up,” he says, reaching back to smack your thigh. “You’re the worst. I hate you.”
You laugh. Oh well. No time to worry about bedsheets. You give his throat a gentle squeeze and smile at the noise he makes, strained and needy, his hips rearing back into you.
“What?” you ask, sliding the toy down his backside. “You want something?”
“I will bury you in the mountain pass,” he says. “They’ll think it was a skiing accident. And that you got mauled by a bear. And eaten by wolves. And—”
To be honest, having him distracted and rambling is for the best. It means he is more relaxed, not so focussed when you finally start pushing in. Of course, he feels it pretty fast, and instinctively rebels. You stop clutching his throat and hold an arm across his chest instead, holding him protectively and kissing that sweet spot behind his ear. His groaning turns into a whine.
“Okay?” you ask.
“Gonna kill you,” he says.
“That a yes?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.” You hook a hand under his leg and pull it up, giving yourself leverage, then fuck into him completely. His whine turns to a sharp yelp, hand scrabbling against the arm on his chest. You let him catch his breath and adjust. “Still okay?”
“It’s weird,” he says.
“Bad weird?”
“No,” he says. “It’s… it’s good. It’s just…” You move a little and his whole body clenches then loosens. He makes a strangled noise but softens in your arms, though his nails have dug a pretty picture into your skin. You are surprised he hasn’t drawn blood. “Ugh,” he says. “It’s so wet. I feel like a river rafting ride.”
“Not… what most people usually say… but okay…”
“I’m… not… most people.”
“No,” you say, kissing that spot again and finally moving your hips. “You’re not.”
You are not sure if his little sound of submission is in response to your actions or your words, but with it he seems to all at once open to you. You find a rhythm, holding his hand when his fingers search for yours on his chest. He ends up biting your arm, which you should have seen coming, but it’s fine because you leave a visible bite mark on his neck in return.
At that he gets into it, meeting the pace you set, altering it to what he wants. It is a good thing the house is empty because you are not quiet at all. If your fooling around was enough to send an aggravated Minho storming after you, then this probably would have led to him burning the cabin down.
The thought makes you snicker, which makes Seungmin ask what is so funny, so you tell him then he laughs too.
“Ugh, stop making me laugh,” he says.
“You can laugh while making love,” you say, kissing his neck. “It’s okay.”
That does not make him laugh but it does make him sigh. “Making love, huh,” he says dryly. “That doesn’t sound like you.”
“It didn’t,” you say, finding another sweet spot that has his whole body rearing into yours. “I guess I’m a fast learner too.”
“Ew, you’re so annoying,” he says, but squeezes your fingers in his hand.
“I think you’re not getting fucked right if you’re still this bratty,” you say playfully, prompting him to roll his eyes.
“What are you gonna do about it? Make love at me? Sap.”
You laugh, kiss his neck, then move away to roll him onto his back. He wriggles a bit, surprised with the change and sudden emptiness. His legs part easily when you move between them, but you still snap, “Spread. Good.” Because it makes him swallow hard, his dark eyes sparkling and his mouth bruised, hair mussed and body flushed. He is already a fucked out sight, but he wants more, and you give it.
You snap your hips together and fuck into him. This time you do hold his throat, gently, not repressing air but showing control. He holds your forearm with both hands, his face scrunching up, eyes closed as he focusses in that intense way of his. He breathes hard, makes sweet sounds, and not a single antagonistic or bratty word leaves his pretty mouth.
“I think I’m finally winning,” you tease, to which he just makes a hiccupping sound of pleasure. “Yeah, that’s right.”
You hold his ridiculously pretty dick and give it the expert treatment it deserves. The combination of sensations has him throwing his head back, clawing your arm as you work him in your head. You cannot feel the end of the toy, but there is a magic in this kind of fucking, and when he comes and he clutches your arm and he screams your name, when the muscles in his abdomen clench and you know he is feeling sensation in every part of his body, you can feel him wrapped around you, wholly and completely, like you could feel him when he wasn’t even touching you at all.
He writhes almost desperately as you keep touching him until he can’t take it anymore, then you ease him down and pull back.
“Good?” you ask, sitting back, looking down at him, blissfully fucked out and dishevelled.
“Yes,” he murmurs. “I won. Again.”
“Gonna need to supply me with that rubric one of these days,” you say.
“Meh-meh-meh,” is the half-hearted retort, delving to a sleepy sigh.
“Gotta take care of yourself before you go to sleep,” you say, though you have a feeling it’s a losing battle, his eyelids already heavy.
“That’s what you’re for,” he grumbles.
That damn heart really does have a mind of its own. It has clearly decided to make its presence known whenever it damn well pleases.
You run your fingers through his messy hair, smiling when he blinks up at you.
You tidy him up then scoop him into your arms to carry him to your bed, because that one is not a filthy sex nest. He wakes a little on the journey. And when you lay down and pull a sheet up, he rolls towards you and throws an arm and a leg around you, pinning you to the bed.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you say. “I promise.”
“Good,” he says. “You’re too stupid to be out there on your own.”
You laugh in spite of yourself, shaking your head, but you put an arm around him and nod.
“You’re right,” you say.
“Of course I am.” He snuggles in close and sighs. “Now go the fuck to sleep. Your dick is in the sink so you have no excuse. Good night.”
“Good night,” you say with a laugh.
I think I won too, you almost say, but decide let him believe he is the only winner for now, because he is already falling asleep with his head on your shoulder.
You can tell him in the morning.
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୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ BEING EDGED BY SUNOO ! ⋄ 𓍯
୨୧ pairing . kim sunoo x afab!reader
୨୧ genre . smut
୨୧ cw . dom/sub dynamics, edging, pet names (baby, sweet girl) , oral (f), dom!sun
୨୧ LIKES AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED !
your boyfriend is usually very bubbly and sweet around you, he rarely ever gets irritated or annoyed with you because of how darling you are. on days when he is frustrated, you are always by his side to help calm him down in any way he wants.
today is one of those days. his entire day went wrong, starting off from the fact that when he woke up he had a small, minuscule pimple on his face, to when he got to the hybe building late all of his members had already started practice without him, and he didn’t even get any time to eat.
when you hear the door to the penthouse slam shut you already know it was a bad day. you can hear his feet padding to the bedroom where you lie in a rush. he throws open the door and you finally see him for the first time that day. he looks disheveled and upset, running a hand through his dark-red hair as he stands in the doorway.
“hi baby,” you say softly, beckoning him over to the bed with you. “bad day i assume?”
he doesn’t even respond with words, just comes over to you and pins you down underneath him. he starts to angrily kiss and suck at your neck, one hand holding your wrists above your head and the other resting on your thigh.
sunoo drinks in all of your sweet noises as you squirm cutely underneath him, like prey. he tugs down at your (his) sweater, trying to take it off you. you oblige and lift your upper body up to help him, since he let go of your wrists to take it off.
he pauses for a second to ask for consent, “is this okay?” and as soon as you nod he immediately makes his way down to his knees on the floor, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your hips. he messily fumbles with your heart-printed boyshorts he loves so much, only to be met face first with your bare cunt.
“no panties, huh? jus’ all ready for me, like a little slut,” he tsks, throwing your thighs over his shoulder as he speaks directly into your pussy, resting his chin on your soft, shaven mound. “my pretty girl.” he leans down again to press a sloppy kiss to your clit, before devouring your pussy like his life depends on it. his kisses become more insistent as he teases your sensitive flesh, while his fingers dance lightly across your folds.
his thumb begins to rub your clit in circles, his touch gentle yet firm as his eyes meet yours. “are you close baby?” he asks so teasingly, you already know what’s going to happen yet you nod vigorously.
sunoo smiles, pleased by your agreement. he continues his teasing touch, his fingers tracing your folds as his thumb delves deeper. he watches you intently, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch.
his tongue flicks out to tease your clit even more, his lips sucking softly on the tiny bud. His fingers continue to stroke your folds, finding just the right rhythm to drive you wild. when he feels your body tense under him, he pulls away, earning a whiney sob out of you.
he scoffs against your pussy, gently slapping it. “shh, baby. brats don’t get what they want.” he rolls his eyes at you as you plead for him to let you cum. instead of that, what he does is flip your position, so now you’re sitting on his face.
he leans in close, inhaling your scent as he teases his tongue against your clit before finally taking it into his mouth. his tongue swirls around your clit, sucking on it gently as his fingers slide inside you. his hand begins to thrust in and out of your hole, his mouth working in tandem. you can feel yourself growing wetter and more sensitive under his skilled ministrations.
sunoo groans against your folds, feeling you growing wetter and more sensitive. his tongue continues to bathe your clit in a warm, slippery sensation as his fingers find your g-spot, pressing firmly against it. “fuck, that’s it baby. ride my face like that. maybe ill let you cum, hm?”
“mmm... your little pussy looks so good like this. so delicate and pretty.” he growls against your cunt, licking and sucking at your folds. your whines grow louder and louder and you start to tug on his hair, which lets him know you’re about to cum.
“please sunny.. i wanna cum.. please let me cum..”
you whimper out loudly, starting to grind your hips faster on his fade. he shushes you once more, but gives in to you as you cum all over his face, your body practically falling over. your form quivers on the bed from the extreme orgasm, and he grabs your soft body and pulls you against him, rubbing your clit through it to help you ride out your high.
“that’s it baby, shh, i’ve got you pretty..” is the last thing you hear before you blank out, falling asleep almost immediately.
@vixialuvs ‘24 . likes and reblogs are appreciated ! thank you for reading .
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CALL YOU A DARLING
☆ pairing: crush! park sunghoon x fem! reader ☆ word count: 884
☆ genre: fluff ☆ warnings: none, except kissing and bad writing
☆ notes: this had been in my drafts since like almost a month and i had no idea, this is non idol au, i have written this with a female reader in mind although it hasn't been mentioned in the actual story, this is really cringey and thank you for reading :))
You skipped lightly to the library to work on your project with Sunghoon, your hair slightly bouncing along with your steps. They conveyed your enthusiastic and elated self as you moved. You thanked all the gods when your professor announced that you and he would be partners for the upcoming project. It's been two weeks now and you're as ecstatic today as you were on that day to meet Sunghoon. After all, who wouldn't be?
A carefree grin spread across your face as you stepped inside the library, your heart beating faster as you spotted Sunghoon in a corner. You slowly approached his table, as he looked up from where he was sitting at his desk, his face breaking into a wide smile. "Hey there," he greets, motioning you to take the seat next to him. You oblige perching yourself on the chair next to him.
"So how was your last class?" he asks leaning his head on his palm as a small smile settles on his face. "It went fine," you say as you take out your textbooks and materials to work on your project. "How was yours?" you ask back, genuinely curious to know about Sunghoon's day. "It went fine, Mr. Kim was annoying as usual, but yeah, that's it", he finishes off nodding his head as he says the last words. It's a simple action yet it makes your heart flutter. He takes notice of the textbooks laid out and opens the screen of his laptop, getting ready to continue his research for the project.
"Oh, did you watch the new Dune movie yet? I heard some good reviews about it," he asks, his eyes fixed on the screen of his laptop. "No, I watched the first part with Yuna and it wasn't really to my taste, so I'm not planning on watching the second part," you reply. Sunghoon smiles softly before speaking, "You didn't like that movie, so what do you like then?"
You look at him, watching as his slender fingers tap the keypad of his laptop. "I…I like you, yeah", you confess, as the air in the room suddenly shifts and it seems as if the world around you stops moving. His fingers stop doing their tapping action as he turns towards you to register what you just said, his eyebrows raised in surprise and amusement. A blush starts creeping from your neck to stain your entire cheeks as you take in what you just said.
You stammer, fumbling as you try to find the right words to take back what you just said, but they seem to have deserted you. Sunghoon chuckled softly, a warm sound that you swear makes your heart skip a beat every time he does it. "You like me?" he repeats, arching an eyebrow with a playful smirk on his face. You feel your insides twist into knots as you try to find the correct response.
"Sunghoon it's not what it seems li-" before you could say something further, he leans forward and pulls you towards him, his lips meeting yours in a soft peck. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through you, making you come to terms with what was happening. Park Sunghoon was kissing you. His lips were warm and supple against yours and you could feel the rush of his heartbeat become steady as you kissed him back.
He pulls away, smiling down at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement and something deeper, something which makes your heart flutter even more. "I like you too, you know if it wasn't obvious", he says breaking the tension and confusion you held. He raises his hand to brush a strand of hair away from your face.
Your cheeks start to cool down as they lose their flush, yet you still feel a little breathless. "You're so cute like this," he says as he pats your head gently. "Can I kiss you again, pretty?" he asks despite knowing the answer as his gaze falls down to your lips. You nod your head slowly yet eagerly. "Yes, I want you to kiss me," you reply, hoping to convey your desire without sounding too eager or desperate. He smiles before pressing his lips against yours again, this time more firmly but still with the same tenderness. As you kiss, his hands wrap around your waist and hold you close. When you reciprocate his affection with the same intensity, you start to feel yourself melting into him.
You both finally break apart, gaze lingering and atmosphere heavy. You look at Sunghoon, your eyes shining with joy. He opens his mouth to speak, "How about this, I take you out on a date if we finish this project by today, hm?" he gestures to the paperwork spread out on the table across. "You nod your head and feel a warm sensation spreading across your chest, "I suppose that works," you agree. He reaches over and takes your hand, raising it to his face as he kisses it with a smile.
You return to work with him, eagerly anticipating what is ahead. You wonder where he will take you on your date and what will happen afterward. You don't know the answers to those questions, but you've been promised a date with him, which is enough for now.
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#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon fluff#enhypen x reader#enhypen fluff#enhypen angst#enhypen fic#enhypen fanfiction#enha x reader#enhypen imagines#enha fluff
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eternal masterlist
ephemeral masterlist | plot-accurate playlist
beomgyu was your first love, even though it had been a short-lived experience. but a not-so-white lie caused the downfall of your relationship in a matter of minutes, and left you unable to forgive him. though, in the end, you’re both doing just fine.
eternal — having no beginning and no end, lasting forever. bliss, continuing without interruption.
pairing choi beomgyu x fem! reader.
genre the aftermath, kind of a university au, film student! reader, music student! beomgyu, social media au, angsty fluff.
warning breakup, poor life choices, prior character death, alcohol use, cursing, club / party culture.
featuring miyawaki sakura, kim chaewon, huh yunjin, nakamura kazuha, shin ryujin, shin yuna, natty.
chapters
profiles | city girlz | quiet time
prologue | sometime in june
01 | Yeonjun & co.
02 | zuha vs clubbing
03 | beom Liked
04 | grad dates
05 | yikes..
06 | bro fumbled
07 | what if
08 | bad morning
09 | crush denial
10 | sometimes sleepy
11 | hit vegas?
12 | collided
13 | the villain
14 | the hsm way
15 | she’s ai
16 | um, hey
17 | i can hope
18 | goodnight beomgyu
19 | deprived
20 | Big trouble
status ongoing.
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taglist availability 5 / 50
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Lookism characters walking in on your ‘personal self care’
Cw: smut, use of toys, teasing, degradation, ‘caught in the act’
Jake kim(Kim Gimyung)
This teasing lil shit. He had just come home from a long day with big deal and all he wanted was to cuddle up with you on the couch with either a really really bad horror movie or some comedy sketch
That is until he heard your voice moaning his name come from your shared bedroom. He’d have the biggest grin on his face as he walks to your room and quietly opens the door so he can cross his arms and lean against the doorway
God does it take all of his will and patience to not move from that spot as he watched you arching your back while you continued to repeat his name
He had to hold in a chuckle when you finally did notice him, scrambling to pull the covers over you with your face bright red
“Ah-ja-JAKE?!” Cue crashing fumbling sounds as Jake chuckles and slowly walks over to you “I heard you calling my name. So here I am sweetheart”
He got on the bed, grabbing onto the blanket as you tried to retreat, slowly sinking under the blanket “c’mon, you don’t wanna do that on your own right? You were calling my name all cute, I just wanted to help. But I can’t help you if you don’t ask me” He teased, tugging the blanket down a little but keeping you mostly covered
‘Please….’ Your shy mumbling as you looked away, completely embarrassed “what was that? I can’t hear you, you have to be louder” your bright red face just spurred him on, making him smirk at you
“Please make me feel good Jake” you looked up at him as he grinned, swiftly pulling off the blanket that covered you and quickly going to your neck
Samuel seo(Seo Seongun)
Samuel was having a really long day at work, he was stressed out, sore and just really wanted to sip some whiskey on the couch with you wrapped around his arm listening to him vent about his day.
But no, the moment he came home-your presence greeting him at the door noteably missing- he heard your sweet voice calling out to him. He’d raise an eyebrow as he walked to your shared bedroom as he shrugged off his work coat
“(Y/n) you-“ he stopped in his tracks when he got to the door, realizing you didn’t hear him over all of your own little noises
He quietly pushed the door open, watching as you lifted and sunk yourself on your toy as you let out moans and calls for Samuel.
You didn’t notice him until he cleared his throat, your head whipping around to see him arms crossed leaning on the doorway, staring at you like a piece of meat
“Look what we have here. You know I had a very long day at work today and I get to come home to see someone other than me touching what’s mine?” He pushed himself off as he slowly stepped over to you
“Samuel!-you’re home earlier than I thought-you-“ you tried scrambling to cover yourself or even pull off the toy but Samuel stopped you with a firm grip on your waist “I’m home the same time I always am-you wanted to do this on purpose didn’t you you little slut?”
He slowly made you roll your hips on the toy, making you gasp “I’m going to make sure that toy is thoroughly put to use. Then, I’ll show you exactly why you don’t need a stupid toy like this.”
Zack lee(Lee Jinsung)
Zack knows you two haven’t gotten a lot of time alone with each other recently, he decided he wasn’t gonna stop a few places before he went home. Grabbing some snacks, soda and even grabbing some alcohol so you two could finally wind down
You’ve both been through it lately, you both deserve to treat yourselves! And maybe you two could have a little extra fun after-
Zack was whistling as he came inside, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter until he heard your voice calling out to him
He smiled to himself as he grabbed one of the snacks and your favorite drinking before happily walking over to your room “oh (y/n) I’ve got something spe-“ he stopped, nearly dropping the items as your moan was cut off by a gasp and you scrambled to hide yourself and your vibrator.
Your face was bright red in embarrassment as he just stared back surprised. A grin slowly formed on his face as he set the treats down, walking over to you. “I was planning on such a nice night with you with snacks and entertainment-but it looks like you started without me”
He got on the bed and climbed ontop of you as you tried stuttering out a response, both of his hands were on either side of you before one moved to squeeze and gently rub your thigh “you don’t mind if I dig into my snack then do you? I gotta catch up”
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Hug| Kim Mingyu - BONUS PART
(New readers you can read this one as one shot too if you want or you can read the whole story here- Masterlist )
Just like the lyrics of Hug, Mingyu is that Hug in your life.
Whenever it's hard [for you]
You can get a hug from me
I am the same
No matter how much you hide it
You know you can't hide it forever
So we can smile together
Don't be sorry
Don't worry
Don't be scared
Now don't cry
To me you are very precious
You can tell me today was tough
I am here, you suffered a lot
I love you
I will hug you
You wake up in the middle of a night from a scary dream which felt so real ..a piece of your heart felt broken after it..it was about Mingyu and you just want to see him and be near him right now. You fumble towards your phone and call him with shaky hands.
It's 3am and it hasn't been so long since mingyu fell asleep, his eyes go wide in worry when he sees your name on the screen, you never called him this late and you live alone. He was bound to get so worried.
"Can you come to meet me?I wanna see you please" You whisper as soon as he picks up the call.
"Angel? Are you ok did anything happen?" He asks Panicked after hearing your voice.
"Yeah just I'm not feeling well "
He notices your weak voice n promises to be there in 20 mins.
He was worried sick because you've never been like this.
As soon as he enters your apartment with the key you've given him, he goes straight to your bedroom finding you sitting on the bed with lost and teary eyes, he goes straight to you sitting on the bed cupping your cheeks immediately.
"Baby you scared me can you tell me what's wrong are you hurting anywhere?" ..he asks worried eyes roaming all over you.
You hug him instantly as if he'll disappear any second.
"I- I got a very very bad dream it felt so real and I never want anything like that to e-ever happen even in my dream" Your voice shaky from all the emotions you're feeling.
"Hey hey baby calm down please it was just a dream I'm here now hmm" He says stroking your back and head.
"Something happened and you just you just went away from me ..you disappeared and I was left alone all over again and I don't want that I I you mean a lot to me I don't want you to be away from me" ..you say sobbing...your crying increasing and he can't see you like that he has never seen you crying
"Bub I'm right here I won't leave you ever, you hear me .. why'd I ? you're so perfect, so lovely. I won't go away even if someone tried to snatch me away from you ..I'd fight the god for you if it ever comes to that..I'm never leaving you never" He repeats so you could register what he's saying, so you could understand him through your current state.
"It was just a dream you're ok,I'm ok ,I'm here with you see.." he grabs your hand putting it on his cheek while he's caressing yours ...he kisses your forehead repeatedly until you calm down.
You're crying so much he can't ever see you like this his heart is hurting so bad.
You're literally squeezing him in the hug and he's returning it he knows you need to feel him to believe it. He's not going away ..he's yours rightfully so ..you don't talk much about it but you both feel the strong connection you have otherwise there's no way you clicked in such a short time, always feeling like you got the missing piece of your puzzles always complementing each other in many things, like the way you understand each other, the way you get each other you just have to spill words and he would understand it.
Later that night after you calm down, he makes you drink water. Asks if you're ok now and pulls you on himself again, makes you sleep with your head on his chest so you could listen to his heartbeat. Tells you how much you mean to him. Keeps whispering i love you's. Keeps you close to him the whole time.
And promises himself not to let you sleep alone again ever, he wants to ask you to move in but he himself lives with wonwoo..so he decides on spending each night with you no matter what or how exhausting the day has been, you're the one he needs anyway ..to heal him at the end of the day.
A/N: wrote this back in February.
Wishing and praying for me and you all to get this type of love and comfort in our lives. We deserve to be loved like Hug Mingyu loves his lover :') 💘
#seventeen x reader#svt x reader#kimmingyu#kimmingyuff#svt fluff#seventeenimagines#seventeen#seventeen fanfic#fanfic#mingyu#comfort#svt dino#svt vernon#svt imagines#svt seungkwan#svt scoups#svt jeonghan#svt wonwoo#svt hoshi#svt woozi#svt dk#svt minghao#svt mingyu#svt jun#svt joshua#seventeen mingyu#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#Spotify#mingyu×reader
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lyricist and host of mbc fm4u's starry night radio, kim eana, focused a post on jonghyun on today (november 18th). kim eana is a well-known and respected lyricst who has worked with shinee on "hello" and "if you love her". a translation of her post can be read below. please make note that there are references to december 18th at the start and end of the post. (source)
[note from translator: i did my best to have her poetic writing make sense in english, but there may be inaccuracies.]
i'm the type to talk about jonghyun easily on broadcasts without hesitation, but since a few weeks ago i've been getting choked up, making me think, "it's that time again."
that time when i miss jonghyun deeply all of a sudden. today, when i was listening to <breathe> at the radio (station), i got choked up and thought my voice would become distorted. let's try to enjoy this longing (for jonghyun) together with people who are experiencing these (same) symptoms, who make arrangements for times like these!
1. by my standards, the all-time legendary live video. as someone who officially become a fan through <y si fuera ella>, i don't know how many times i've watched this live video that was filmed at the peak of emotions. was he was so overcome with feelings that he strayed off-path, or did the camera shake because they lost jonghyun's movement? he must have been moving completely different from rehearsals. since he seemed like a person who poured his sincerity excessively (into things/performances), my heart aches, but that's why it's a video everyone needs to see more.
2. i saw this stage through a livestream. it was a stage they did before their title song during their comeback, but possibly because there was something with his mic, you see him fumbling with his in-ear and putting it back on. since it's put on weirdly, he looks like piccolo [t/n: a character from dragon ball with large pointed ears.] so it's funny, but meanwhile he sang the intro perfectly; indeed, shinee's legendary stages are recorded whenever there's some small incident. the precious members are all so young and fresh.
3. an unforgettable stage that i saw in front of my nose. the stage for sugar man was unusually close to the gallery seats, plus the participants would sit in the first row, so most of the participating singers said it was quite burdensome. but of course, our lovable attention seeker jonghyun showed off his charms even more in these conditions. even now when <only the words "i love you"> is requested (on the radio), i often play jonghyun's version and remember this day. this video even captured me watching in awe, so it's personally very meaningful. hehe [t/n: "attention seeker" is "gwanjong," so she combines it with his name as "gwanjonghyun." she's using it in a positive way here lol]
there are emotions that you don't want to face so they float like a hot-air balloon. the emotions from the night jonghyun left are like that. those feelings are hard to sort out and have gone on for a long time [t/n: literally "have a long tail"].
however, i think it wouldn't be bad for these feelings to float a bit more. it's a kind of sadness mixed with annoyance anyways; i believe there will be people who know what this is. i'm the type to not really count which death anniversary it is. it's kind of a feeling of staying in a vacuum state of time related to jonghyun. #/shineejonghyun
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What did you think of Season 5 of ML, if you have seen it?
So, I have seen season 5 and frankly… I wasn’t a fan.
Season 5 was just chocked full of missed opportunities, because there were some interesting ideas there but the show's writing fumbled the execution so hard it was difficult to watch at times. Just seeing character assasination after character assasination unfold on screen was so unpleasant. I don’t think a single character came out of season 5 unscathed, I’m wracking my brain for anyone that got better this season, or at least didn’t get worse in some way, and I can’t think of any.
To be fair, there were a few bits I liked. A couple akuma designs were good (Hoaxer, Dark Humour, Queen Mayor, and Ryukomori). I thought the Ryukomori episode was well done, I’d probably say it was the best of the season (which is a low bar). But everything else with Kagami was bad. Full honesty I hate Felix and what his role in the story has been so far, but I especially don’t like that Kagami got brought down with him. Felix is the entire reason Hawkmoth got EVERY OTHER MIRACULOUS and it seems like everyone forgot that?? He didn’t get any consequences At All, and yet when Chloé worked with Hawkmoth (when he already had the miraculous for the record) she was painted as the worst person on earth.
I know I’m not the only one who’s pointed out the double standard between how the girl characters are treated compared to the boys, but it really got highlighted this season. Male characters like Andre, Jaggedstone, Felix, and even Hawkmoth himself can do any number of horrible things and still be ‘sympathetic’, but the two fourteen year old girls are irredeemably evil?
I’ll admit I'm biased, Chloé has been my favourite favorite character since I started watching in season one, but she really deserved better than the show gave her. I don’t have an issue with her staying a villain, in fact I think she worked really well as a minor antagonist in season one, she moved the story along and was entertaining to watch. But the last two seasons they’ve made her out to be this giant threat, but haven’t let her actually do anything! She’s been nothing more then a lacky to Lila and Hawkmoth, as far as having Lila in her ear telling her exactly what to say. If Chloé is as bad as the show claims then she shouldn’t need other characters to hold her hand and tell her how to be mean.
But the writing is just like that. They really need to get better at ‘show don’t tell’, and even more importantly, consistency. Because they keep adding things after the fact and retconning things from the earlier seasons to try and clap back at fans criticisms, and it’s just sad. I’ll never stop complaining about the absolute train wreck that was Derision. They made Chloé worse then she was in season one, and made Kim so much dumber then he needed to be. At the beginning of season one Kim was characterized as a bully, he antagonized Ivan in Stone Heart and helped Chloé willingly in episodes like LadyWifi. But for Derision Chloé had to trick him into pranking Marinette? Why?
The pacing in that episode was even worse, because so much of it was dedicated to a flash back everything else was rushed at the end. And Marinette saying she’d never crush on anyone again if she didn’t know everything about them was clearly just the writers trying to justify her frankly creepy actions in earlier seasons because people pointed out that it wasn’t cute or funny it was just weird. And her whole line and issues in that episode flat out don’t work as a retcon because A: why even crush on Adrian at all if she vowed not to like anyone associated with Chloé, and B: we’ve already seen her in a relationship with Luka where she didn’t show ANY of the obsessive behaviour she showed Adrian OR freaking out about going on dates. AND ON TOP OF THAT there’s been two other timelines where her and Adrian have started a relationship (Chat Blanc, Ephemeral) and she hasn’t had any of the issues that come up in Derision.
It’s just such a lazy way of writing the story, and that’s really the core issue with this season. It feels lazy, like the writers couldn’t be bothered to watch their own show and make plots that fit in the world they’ve already built.
Miraculous is a franchise that’s dear to my heart, it’s how I met my best friend and really became comfortable sharing my art online, and I still really like creating content related to the characters, but I’ve been very disappointed in the show since about the end of season three. I still have a small amount of hope that maybe the show will turn itself around and improve, but it’s dwindling.
But at least when cannon goes off it’s rocker that’s what fan works are for!
#this got longer then I intended and that’s even after cutting a bunch of other complaints lol#no matter how bad the show gets I doubt I’ll stop making fan art tho so there’s that lol#the class and the akumas were always my favourite part of the show so both of those getting sidelined this season bothered me#I don’t like the romance elements because like#these are 14/15 year olds why are we even discussing soul mates??#people that age will have any number of crushes yes#but it’s kinda too young to actually start dating?#plus neither Marinette or Adrian are really in a position where they’d have the time to dedicate to a relationship it would need#anyway lol#how do I tag this?#miraculous salt#kinda?#miraculous season 5
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pairing: multiple x fem!named reader (sorry)
warning(s): language, arguments between couples mentioned
note: so i saw this from @enluv titled the exes and absolutely loved it so i think you should definitely read it.
EPISODE 1
welcome to episode 1 of EX, a new berry tv original where we talk to jorja and 3 or her exes, let's meet them.
[jorja sits on a chair, looking at the interviewer/producer behind the camera]
crew member: please introduce yourself to the audience
jorja: my names jorja, 21 female currently in college.
[screen cuts to her exes, each in different frames]
yunho: yunho, 24 male, editor
sunwoo: the names kim sunwoo, college student and i'm 23 years old.
keeho: yoon keeho, 21, college student and freelance social media advisor
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crew member: you know what you're here for?
yunho: yeah
sunwoo: all the email said was interview... uhhh...
keeho: i think so... i'm not getting ranked or anything right?
[screen cuts to jorja]
crew member: we actually have three of your exes here in the studio.
jorja: oh my gosh [she covers her mouth, bending forward in her seat from embarrassment.]
crew member: we'll just ask a couple questions about your past relationships, is that okay with you?
jorja: i won't have to speak to them right?
interviewer: no.
jorja: ohhh, i should have known this was gonna be some shady shit. i'm down though.
crew member: you remember jorja?
yunho: [smiles bashfully, spinning in his chair away from the camera]
sunwoo: so that's is what all this is about? [points at the camera crew] you guys are sneaky.
keeho: damn, i haven't heard from her in a while.
crew members: we're just gonna ask you a few questions
[yunho still has his back turned, caught completely off guard]
sunwoo: sure
keeho: alright
LET'S START WITH SOME BASIC QUESTIONS:
Q: HOW DID YOU MEET?
yunho: at some convenience store she used to work at. she was still new there so she struggled to work the register. when it was my turn to pay, i tried talking to her to ease her nerves a bit so she wouldn't be so tense trying to figure out how to properly work the register
jorja: [laughs with her hand covering her mouth] it was so embarrassing. like here's this hot guy and i'm here fumbling with the cash register
sunwoo: she was at the park playing basketball with her friends but she was kinda... bad at it.
jorja: look i'm no athlete, so i was stumbling the whole time it was a mess, then i saw him and immediately got embarrassed because he was like, just standing there watching us the entire time
keeho: i saw her at the record store and she mistook me for an employee.
jorja: i thought he worked there so i went and asked him for help but he was like "uh i don't work here" and i wanted to hide in a hole somewhere but because i'm me i was all like "yeah but can you help?" and he did.
crew member: i'm noticing a pattern here.
[jorja laughs embarrassment with her body out of frame]
jorja: please no
Q: WHAT WAS FIRST IMPRESSION OF HER?
yunho: adorable
sunwoo: i thought she was so cute just having fun with her friends.
keeho: is she watching? [crew shake their heads.] annoying. endearingly of course.
[interviewer "coughs" causing keeho to start laughing.]
Q: WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM?
jorja: yunho was gentle, i was enamored by him. sunwoo was scary to me at first don't ask. he sort of intimidated me. keeho... grumpy. i think i caught him on a bad day.
[the screen shows keeho shrugging his shoulders]
keeho: it was a bad day.
Q: WHAT IS IT ABOUT HER THAT MADE YOU CATCH FEELINGS?
yunho: she's always eager to learn new things. she just won't let anything get past her.
sunwoo: she's determined. or maybe she was trying to impress me, who knows. all i know is i wanted to get to know this girl. i don't know, she seemed fun.
keeho: her stubbornness for sure.
crew behind the camera: are you stubborn?
[jorja just nods.]
Q: WHO FELL FIRST?
yunho: i did
jorja: it was me? right?
sunwoo: i don't really know, we both just started dating, no labels then relationship it all just naturally happened without either of us realized.
jorja: i think i did.
keeho: her.
jorja: it was me. i tried to get his attention.
Q: DESCRIBE EACH OTHER IN ONE WORD.
yunho: [he smiles widely before switching back to a normal face] cute
jorja: comfort in human form
crew: that's more than one word.
jorja: yeah [crew behind the camera laughs]
sunwoo: clumsy
jorja: softy
keeho: carefree
jorja: lively
Q: HOW LONG WERE YOU TOGETHER?
yunho: a year.
sunwoo: shit like, 3 years i think... it's hard to tell exactly when we became official, you know?
jorja: with sunwoo... damn, how long was it?
keeho: about a year and a half, maybe two.
crew member: that was just a warm up.
yunho: bringing back memories here.
LETS DO SOME TRIVIA TO SEE WHO KNOWS HER BEST
crew member: do you know her that well?"
sunwoo: obviously i do... right? i know her the best actually. [he looks straight at the camera] jorja i know you best, watch.
crew member: who do you think will do the best?
jorja: yunho?
Q: WARM UP QUESTION, WHO'S HER FIRST BOYFRIEND?
yunho: me.
sunwoo: who knows? i don't.
keeho: uhhh...
jorja: yunho was actually my first ever boyfriend.
Q: WHAT DOES SHE SPEND HER FREE TIME DOING?
yunho: oh, she really loved journaling, she had like multiple journals laying around, i'm talking bullet journal, lined journal, clear pages, you name it.
sunwoo: writing? she liked writing.
keeho: self care.
jorja: definitely self care. i'd have soft music playing and i'd keep myself busy with like a book or writing in a journal, you know, that's my self care.
Q: HER FAVORITE MUSIC GENRE?
yunho: rnb?
sunwoo: a whole lot of genres, she had a little bit of everything in her playlists.
keeho: rnb i think.
jorja: i don't have one. if it sounds good it's going in my playlist. oh i been listening to this artist i just found-
[screen cuts to sunwoo who's giving a bit of a skeptical look.]
crew member: what's going on?
sunwoo: i don't know, these questions are suspiciously simple. i feel like the next is like, "what was her father's first words" or some shit
[camera crew bursts out laughing.]
Q: WHAT IS Y/N'S BIGGEST FEAR?
yunho: biggest fear? what?
sunwoo: being forgotten or left behind. she's someone who needs reassurance and i was usually the one to give that to her and she hated that about herself.
keeho: strawberries.
crew member: STRAWBERRIES??
[jorja laughs, turning away from the camera]
crew: please explain.
jorja: it's, i don't know, they've got too many seeds, it freaks me out.
crew member: so do papayas.
jorja: next question please.
Q: WHAT WAS HER FAVORITE THING TO DO WITH YOU?
yunho: she's a home body, she loved having these make-do home spa days with me. i think that was her favorite.
jorja: when he would bust out the face masks and scrubs and stuff.
sunwoo: mundane things. running errands, going to the laundromat, cleaning. she made it fun.
jorja: i think spontaneous dates. if we both just decided to go out together with no prior planning.
keeho: going to the record store. they had these little booths where we could sit down, listen to music and just like, chill out.
jorja: we used to hang out at the record store. loved that. or even study dates.
Q: WHAT WAS HER FAVORITE COLOR?
yunho: what?
sunwoo: shit, blue?
keeho: not like this... it was purple i think.
jorja: green. still is.
crew member: you wanna know who got the most right?
[jorja shakes her head, grinning.]
crew member: it was keeho.
jorja: keeho? oh wow.
Q: SO WHAT WAS YOUR RELATIONSHIP LIKE WITH HER?
yunho: it was comforting. she was there for me, i was there for her, you know. it was very give and take.
sunwoo: hot and cold i think. don't get me wrong, we got along really well and understood each almost perfectly, but when we argued we argued, like really bad. sometimes it got to the point where we stopped talking to each other for weeks at a time.
keeho: harmonious. we just clicked, well after i finally realized she's not as annoying as i kept telling myself. she returned my energy and truly understood me. we had little to no fights or arguments.
[camera cuts to jorja who is now sitting idly]
Q: HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH EACH OF THEM?
jorja: with yunho, he was like an oversized puppy in all the best ways. he was always there for me and i'd like to believe he felt the same way. sunwoo... [she sighs, slouching a bit on her seat.] right person wrong time i think. we fought a lot but we still really loved each other, i mean i still do if i'm gonna be completely honest. we were on and off for a while until we just decided to separate once and for all. keeho, we got along very well, like extremely well, kinda contrasting mine and sunwoo's relationship. it scared me a bit.
Q: WHO SAID THE L WORD FIRST?
yunho: she did. it was completely out of nowhere.
sunwoo: her.
jorja: it was him, completely, totally, 100% him.
crew: he said you did.
jorja: yeah he would do that.
keeho: it was me, funny enough. didn't see that one coming, did you?
Q: WHAT MADE YOU REALIZE YOU LOVE HER?
yunho: hearing her ramble on and on. you see, when she's passionate about something she could go on for hours.
jorja: i talk a lot of shit.
sunwoo: when she played the guitar in my room. she was taking lessons because she was very set on playing something for me. she's not too bad at it actually.
keeho: when she came up to me with a whole powerpoint presentation to ask me out.
crew: a powerpoint presentation?
jorja: i put in effort into that you know. let's just move on before i cry out of embarrassment.
Q: WHAT'S A HABIT OF HERS YOU FOUND ENDEARING?
yunho: she got embarrassed often so she would cover her mouth with her hand.
jorja: she's done that quite a lot today actually.
yunho: really? she's adorable isn't she?
sunwoo: she'd grip on my shirt if i wasn't holding her hand in public.
keeho: she hums silent night when she's nervous. it's a bit creepy sometimes though.
[camera cuts to jorja smiling at the camera, listening to the question being asked.]
crew: you hummed silent night when you were nervous?
jorja: oh i still do.
Q: PARTNER PRIVILEGE THAT YOU GAVE EACH OTHER.
yunho: she absolutely hated people messing up her hair so when she didn't react to me playing with her hair i was taken aback.
jorja: he was very particular about his clothes. do not wear his clothes without asking he just let me.
sunwoo: she just accepted when i babied her, yeah she didn't like being babied. at all actually.
jorja: he let me use his instruments. he played piano and guitar, i don't know if he still does.
crew: you love your instruments?
sunwoo: my most prized possessions.
keeho: she let me touch her face.
[jorja shows up on screen smiling widely]
jorja: he let me call him stephanie. you see, keeho didn't like being called stephanie. steph, sure but not stephanie.
Q: WHY DID YOU BREAK UP?
yunho: we fell out of love i guess.
jorja: we lost feelings for each other. it ended really well honestly, neither of us were hurt by it.
sunwoo: we fought a lot. broke up then got back together broke up again... it was a painful cycle. we didn't know our final break up would be our... final break up. it left a pretty big scar.
jorja: oh gosh the fights were endless. i think we got under each other's skin too much, sometimes even on purpose just to spite one another.
keeho: distance. i had to move away.
jorja: he moved back home and we ended up deciding to call it quits. i don't think either of us were ready to.
Q: DO YOU THINK YOU'D EVER RECONNECT OR GET BACK TOGETHER?
yunho: i would like to see her again, maybe not get back together though. all good things come to an end and that's exactly the case with her and i.
sunwoo: 100% yes.
keeho: i would like to reconnect with her, i miss having her in my life.
WE'VE GOT A FEW CLOSING QUESTIONS FOR JORJA.
jorja: oh already?
crew: yeah, time flies
Q: DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE AMONGST THE THREE?
jorja: no... each relationship was different, they all gave me a different experience and they're all different so no.
Q: DO YOU STILL HAVE FEELINGS FOR ANY OF THEM?
jorja: oh uh... yeah, i think i mentioned still loving sunwoo so yeah. [she covers her mouth in embarrassment.] make sure he never watches this.
crew member: thank you for your time.
jorja: no thank you.
crew member: and CUT.
[camera shows jorja in the greenroom before the video shoot.]
jorja: i've never been strapped up with microphones and all this fancy equipment before.
crew member: star treatment.
jorja: please i'm a star.
[people in the room start laughing and the screen goes blank.]
thank you once again to @enluv for allowing me to use this idea. i had a lot of fun writing this and i hope you all enjoy this too.
#kim sunwoo imagines#kim sunwoo#sunwoo imagines#sunwoo#the boyz imagines#jeong yunho imagines#jeong yunho#yunho imagines#yunho#ateez imagines#yoon keeho imagines#yoon keeho#keeho imagines#keeho#p1harmony imagines#kpop#kpop imagines#kpop fanfic
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Sixty Three
The walk up to the house was brutal, silent. Neil was the first one inside, stomping around and slamming items until he retreated towards his room. Susan paused, staring after him before she took a step forward.
“You don’t have to,” Kim spoke softly, watching the way Billy retreated towards his room in defeat, “He can calm down on his own.” Kim tried to urge Susan, afraid of what would happen to her mother. Susan sent her a sad smile.
“It’s okay,” Susan tried to reassure her. Kim stared, feeling no comfort in her words. Neil was angry, bitter even. She was afraid of what would happen if Susan was left alone with him, “He won’t do anything. It’d be too risky, especially if the Wheeler’s call the cops.” Susan nodded her head softly, before turning towards the room. Kim felt her eyebrows furrow together, not even placing those bits of information together. She suddenly felt relief, thinking about the break they’d get if Neil was arrested. Even if it was just for a week. She wondered if her mom would decide to leave then, if Billy would join them.
Kim didn’t like that Neil had drawn a comparison towards him and Billy. Even though Ted deserved to get his ass handed to him, Kim didn’t think that was the only situation Neil was speaking of. It made Kim nervous, it made her want to remind Billy that he was a better person.
Kim paused, taking a hesitant step forward as she glanced around the room. Max was still lingering outside, probably sitting on the steps still. Kim felt bad for her and hoped that this wouldn’t ruin the bond that she had created with her group of friends.
She made her way towards Billy’s room, staying quiet. It was no use, she could obviously hear her own footsteps. It was odd as she stepped closer to his room. There was no music, no sounds to show that anyone was even alive inside there. She peeked inside, looking at the way he appeared so small sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked deep in thought, his eyes glued towards his hardwood floors.
“Billy,” Kim lingered in his doorway before taking a courageous step forward, “Are you okay?” He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his fingers linked as he bent them back and forth. He drew his eyes away from the ground, glancing towards her before looking back down.
“Fine.” He responded gruffly, sounding further away as he kept his eyes pointed towards the floor. She took a couple steps towards him, her lips dipping into a frown at the obvious way he was neglecting to look at her.
“You don’t look fine,” She admitted softly. He snorted, shaking his head as he continued to fumble his fingers together. His leg was bouncing rapidly and with urgency, “I’m sorry about what Ted said and Karen too.” She spoke softly, feeling bad for the scene that had been caused. She was sure it was embarrassing. Karen had obviously tried to lie her way out of the situation, she had tried to make Billy look bad.
The more she thought about it, the more infuriated she grew. She couldn’t believe the gall Karen had. The fact that Karen would lie to her husband and insist that Billy would do something so terrible made Kim sick.
“I just,” He struggled for a second, looking like it wasn’t worth saying. He paused before he finished his sentence, “I don’t know why I’m always discarded. I mean, she wanted it. Why does she act so disgusted when it’s over with?” He spoke miserably, sounding like there was more to the situation. Kim breathed out softly, wishing she could explain to him why so many women were so disgusting around him.
“It’s not you,” Kim reassured him, joining him on his bed. She cupped his face softly, noticing the withdrawn look he had buried deep inside, “They’re gross, they think they can take advantage of you. They’re disgusted with themselves.” She spoke softly but firmly. She didn’t want him to have any doubts, to think of a way to wiggle around her words.
“Yeah, after I touch them.” He was trying to move away from her hands but she kept her grip, turning his cheek so he’d look at her better. His eyes were dull, looking like he had a thousand memories crossing in front of him. She squeezed his skin softly, wishing he knew just how untrue that all was.
“No,” She told him quickly, “Because they know what they did was wrong. It’s probably easier for them to blame you than for them to realize that they’re a predator.” She told him truthfully. The fact that Karen had been flirting with him long before summer started made her nauseous. He was just barely eighteen, it was wrong. Whether they saw it or not. She wished she knew why so many people had taken advantage of him throughout the years.
“I’m a man.” Billy’s voice was harsh, slashing deep into the stone to prove a point. Kim paused for a moment, thinking of a way to reword what she had just said. She didn’t want him to feel weak, to feel like he was smaller than he actually was. Just because he was a man, didn’t mean that someone couldn’t try to hurt him. He hadn’t even been eighteen that long either, but she didn’t mention that.
“That doesn’t mean someone can’t take advantage of you,” She squeezed his hand softly, watching as the anger in his eyes dissipated like storm clouds, “It’s okay.” She whispered softly as she brushed the tears that were forming in the corner of his eyes away. He rested against her hands, looking miserable as he accepted her words. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his softly.
“I’m glad I have you,” Billy murmured softly, his glazed blue eyes looking over your features softly, “You make this world less shitty.” Kim exhaled deeply, a soft smile forming on her lips. She looked at him softly, pressing her thumb across his wet cheek as she looked upon him gently. He wasn’t fragile either, but suddenly she understood why he was so determined to be hesitant with her.
She leaned forward, cupping his jawline gently as she pressed her lips against his gently. She pulled away for a split second, their bottom lips still attached as she looked into his blue eyes again. His hands found her waist, dragging her closer to him as he pressed his lips against hers. They moved in unison, molding against each other seamlessly as he moved her onto his lap. She sighed, her fingers tangling in his long blonde curls as his tongue swooped upon her bottom lip. She embraced the feeling of him, molding her tongue against his in a similar fashion.
“Should I come back?” Max’s voice rang from the doorway. They both turned in unison, snapping their heads to look at the younger redhead girl. Kim felt her heart drop once again, letting go of Billy’s hands quickly as she pulled herself far away from him. She met Max’s blue eyes, staring at her stunned expression and having nothing to say. No defense or explanation on why she was straddling Billy’s lap, why she had been kissing him. They had been caught. She rolled off of him, her aching chest clenching even tighter. Billy sat on the edge of the bed, glancing over towards Kim.
“You okay?” He tried to make conversation, wincing like he regretted the sentence choice. Max just stared between the two of them, looking back and forth like she was just now making sense of what had been happening underneath her nose. Kim’s chest was aching again, her heart beating far too hard for her to breathe right. She was speechless.
Max leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed, looking back and forth between the two of them with a pointed look, “Yeah. I’m fine, I guess I'm a little confused.” She said simply. Kim felt sick suddenly, wondering how much she had seen and heard. She didn’t want Max to find out like this. It was too soon.
“Max,” Kim was scooting towards the edge of the bed, her body feeling like it weighed hundreds of pounds, “What you just saw was -” She stopped herself from continuing, swallowing hard. There wasn’t anything to say, nothing to defend. Max’s eyes were hardened as she watched Kim, waiting for her to continue. Kim couldn’t just pretend like this was nothing, she didn’t have it in her heart to do so. They were screwed.
“What?” Max waited and waited. Billy and Kim were both quiet. Kim was searching her mind, trying to find some way that she could manipulate what she saw. Kim was popping her knuckles, shaking her head as she stared at Max. So many other people knew, there were already rumors going around. It was now or never.
“I love him,” Kim said at last, inhaling deeply to try and stop the pain in her chest, “I love him more than I’ve ever loved anything before. He’s my, he’s my boyfriend.” She paused for a moment, digging her nails into the fleshy part of her fingers. Max’s eyebrows scrunched into confusion, glancing back and forth between the matching guilty looks that Kim and Billy shared.
“You’re siblings,” Max looked at her in disbelief, “Kim he’s our brother. What’s wrong with you?” Her words struck Kim straight in the heart, because she honestly wasn’t sure what was wrong with her. She glanced towards Billy, watching the angry lines forming like he was getting ready to defend her. She spoke up quickly, not wanting to have another screaming match.
“He’s not,” Kim swallowed her fear, trying to keep her nerves at bay, “I don’t think of him as a brother.” Kim was careful as she spoke, not wanting to give anymore secrets away. She didn’t feel like it was the right time to tell Max about their mother’s past with Neil.
“Our relationship is different,” Billy confirmed, glancing towards Kim with a worried eye, “It always has been.” He spoke gently, his eyes softening as he peered at Kim’s nervous features. She felt a sense of relief rushing inside of her, her lips curling into a smile as she listened to him.
“Oh my god,” Max exclaimed, shaking her head as she covered her ears, “I shared a bed with the two of you!” She looked disgusted, horrified as she broke up the sweet moment between the two teens. Kim felt her heart stutter, her veins turning icy. She couldn’t necessarily blame Max for her reaction, the situation was weird. It was odd, different. However, none of that changed the way Kim felt towards Billy.
“Max-” Kim started to talk to her again, to do her best to explain the way she felt. She didn’t get a chance, Max’s face was flushed with anger as she cut Kim off.
“This whole time?” Max was shaking her head incredulously, still looking horrified from the whole ordeal. Kim bit her lip, knowing that she’d never bring up the time Billy and her had sex in the living room while Max slept. Kim felt guilty, feeling as if she had betrayed Max.
“Come on,” Billy exhaled, “It’s not that bad.” He glanced towards Kim again, trying to give her a reassuring nod. She felt her eyes lingering towards the floor, suddenly worried about the door being open. She felt dumb for not closing it. She shouldn’t have kissed him while it was open. It was risky. The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind, as kissing him in that moment felt so natural. Max gagged, drawing Kim’s eyes back towards Max. Max was shaking her head, her short hair swaying from how fast she was moving it.
“Sorry the image of you two together is burned in my mind,” Max pretended to gag again, “Oh my god, Jesus. Is that why you went to Chicago?” She pushed her hands up towards the top of her head, pushing her red hair back as she stared at the other two in stress. Kim could feel her face heating up, burning in embarrassment as she realized everything was rushing forward.
“Dramatic much,” Billy responded dryly, “Why’s it matter? Are you going to snitch?” He asked her seriously, his tone a little deeper as he stared Max down. She turned and crossed her arms, looking just as menacing.
“I should,” Kim’s heart dropped at her words, “It’s wrong. You two shouldn’t be together.” She said simply, looking like her mind was decided. Kim was hurt, even though she understood Max’s reasoning.
“He’s the best thing that’s happened to me,” Kim spoke urgently, beginning to rise from the edge of Billy’s bed. Her legs felt like jello and not from any of their previous activities from the park, “Please don’t tell. I can’t lose him.” Kim was desperate at this point, hoping that Max would at least keep their secret even if she couldn’t accept them.
“You’re disgusting.” Max spoke half a second later, looking like she didn’t fully think of her words. Kim’s heart shattered again, feeling a completely different heartbreak than she had with Billy. Max’s words cut deep, straight to the bone. It reminded Kim of the truth; that no matter how hard they tried to deny the wrongs of their relationship, it would always be deranged.
Max turned suddenly, stomping out of the room. Kim took an icy breath, trying to relax her sore heart as she followed behind her. She needed to explain, needed to let Max know that nothing would change between any of them.
“Max!” Kim was met with a door slamming in her face. She froze for a moment, flinching at how it nearly caught her hand. She turned slowly, feeling a wave of anxiety spread through her body. She was scared, terrified even. She didn’t want to lose Max, but she didn’t want to lose Billy either. She wouldn’t let anyone take him away from her, she couldn’t allow it.
“It’s okay,” Billy tried to reassure her, his hand rubbing circles into her shoulders, “She’ll get over it.” Kim was suddenly breathing fast again, her chest tightening as she shook her head. Her heart hurt again, it was beating too hard inside of her. She knew they were in trouble now. Max knew, Hopper knew, both of their friends knew. There were rumors about them being together spreading through town. It was only a matter of time before Susan and Neil found out, which meant they would be forced apart.
“It hurts,” She spit out quickly, trying to remember what she was supposed to do, “Can’t breathe.” She was panicking, her chest rising and falling quickly to keep up with the way her heart was roughly pounding inside of her. Billy turned towards her worried and she quickly glanced away, not able to focus on the way he was watching her. It felt like it was too much, like everything was too much.
“You can,” He was touching her shoulders gently, making her look up towards him, “Big breaths, like this.” He inhaled then exhaled deeply, his whole chest moving as he did so. She followed his lead, doing that for a few times until all she was left with was a dull ache. Her panic hadn’t fully subdued, but she no longer felt as if the world was sitting on top of her.
“I can’t have her hating me.” She whispered out, sounding broken as she did so. Billy’s eyes searched her features, looking like he felt bad for what she had said. She knew it wasn’t his fault and she hoped that he knew the same.
“She won’t,” Billy was touching her cheek softly, rubbing her skin, “She loves you. It’s just probably weird, really weird.” He laughed softly, trying to ease the tension that was inside of her. She felt her lips curling up weakly, appreciating that he was trying with her.
“What if she does?” Kim mumbled underneath her breath. Billy paused for a moment, like he was searching for a way to solve all of her problems. His lips moved in unison was he thought, before he was shaking his head no.
“She doesn’t hate you,” He explained to her softly, “After everything the two of you have been through? Just give her time.” He was speaking in a gentle manner, his hands gently massaging her skin.
“Okay,” She breathed out, glancing over her shoulder and deciding it was best that they didn’t linger this close together in case someone else walked in on them, “I’m sorry.” She squeezes his hands, wishing she could kiss him instead. She took a slow step away from him, making her way towards the couch.
“We can mark this day down as fucking fantastic,” He said across from her on the couch, his leg outstretched as he lit up a cigarette, “Best fucking day ever.” He replied dryly. She forced out a laugh, before she reached over to turn the TV on. She didn’t care what played, just as long as there weren’t any lingering ears.
“Best day over,” She tried, giving her hand a little pump as she made a woo sound. He cracked a grin, offering her a puff from his cigarette, “I’m okay. Thank you though.” She added softly, feeling like it was kind that he offered. She wondered if it would release the tension inside of her.
“We should get high together again,” He added softly, his eyes flicking up towards her in mischief, “It really does help you relax.” He nudged his foot against the back of her thigh gently. She chewed on her bottom lip. Smoking with him had been fun, but she was nervous and it had nothing to do with him.
“I’m scared,” She admitted, “I don’t want to not remember.” She added quietly, glancing over her shoulder in case Neil or her mother had appeared without her knowledge. She knew she shouldn’t punish herself for wanting to do fun things, but she was worried she’d suddenly remember what Logan tried to do to her.
“It won’t do that,” Billy’s eyes looked remorseful, as if he could read her thoughts. She glanced up at him again, letting her legs slowly relax against him, “It’s not that strong, but I understand.” He explained it to her softly. She nodded her head, grateful that he was being so patient towards her.
“I’ll try it with you again,” She tucked her hair behind her ears, a fresh wave of anxiety hitting her, “What if Max tells my mom?” She asked him seriously, beginning to feel sick all over again. It was like she was waiting for her mother to come in and berate her for what Max had seen.
“I don’t think she will,” Billy admitted, exhaling a cloud of smoke that he’d been holding in his lungs, “She cares about you too much.” He smiled softly, speaking in an almost too sweet manner.
“She cares about you too,” Kim smiled as she thought about it. Max had chosen him to show her new clothes off to. She’d asked him to cut her hair. She cared for Billy, just as much as she cared for Kim, “Even if she doesn’t admit it.” Kim nodded softly, thinking of the fights the two had been in. Billy chuckled, nearly snorting as if he was in denial. Kim nudged her door against his leg, giving him a serious look.
“If anything does happen,” Billy began to speak softly, leaning forward to discard the butt of his cigarette, “Then we run. We’ll go be together somewhere else.” He almost had a dreamy look in his eye, like he had pictured it a thousand different times. Kim paused for a moment, thinking of how nice and shiny his dream sounded. They could make it, they could be happy somewhere else.
“I couldn’t leave Max.” She said at last, figuring that was the only part that could keep her from leaving with him. She didn’t want to leave her mom either, but she wasn’t sure how her mom would react when she found out. Susan could hate her, be so disgusted with her that she could never look her in the eye again.
“Only if they try to break us apart.” He promised, a serious look on his face. She played with her hair softly, twisting and tugging on the curls. She didn’t want to think about bad things anymore, only happy thoughts.
“Where are we going on our date?” She asked instead, drawing the subject away. It didn’t go unnoticed by Billy, but he didn’t question it either. He nodded his head, a grin pressing against his lips.
“It’s supposed to be a surprise,” Billy gave her a soft look, “Tommy’s parents have a cabin with a pond, he’s staying there and offered us the guest room.” He sounded a little ecstatic as he spoke, making Kim grow excited. She didn’t care if Tommy was there or not, they’d get their own room for themselves.
“Why is he staying there?” She furrowed her eyebrows together, not liking the idea of Tommy not staying at his own house. She frowned, feeling like she already knew the answer to that question.
“He’s not happy with Logan, his parents don’t believe him,” Billy glanced towards her, a remorseful look on his features, “I’m really sorry.” He added softly, like he expected a bad reaction from her. She breathed softly, her heart pattering in her chest. Maybe she would’ve reacted worse before, but at the moment she didn’t want to ponder on what it meant. They couldn’t do anything if Kim didn’t say anything. It was that simple, they only had lies about her.
“It’s not your fault and it’s not Tommy’s either,” Kim added quickly, thinking that it was silly for him to apologize for her. She appreciated it, but she feared that he still blamed himself. It had been out of their control. It was time to move on, to accept that it had happened, “I think that would be fun. Are we doing anything else?” Her legs were linked with his comfortably. She kept trying to listen for Max's door to open, if she would come back out and let Kim explain.
“Yeah,” He grinned widely, “But you’ll find out then.” He added slyly, a teasing tone in his voice. She felt a grin against her lips. The sunlight danced into the room suddenly, hitting the right angle across the house. It bounced against his skin, radiating against him. He looked warm, safe. She kept her legs interlocked with him, feeling the urge to stay close to him.
“You’re such a tease,” She reminded him. He smiled, like it was something to be proud of, “I’ll bring a surprise of my own.” She spoke softly, her cheeks blushing at the confidence that rolled off of her. He raised his eyebrow, looking at her in surprise.
“Oh?” His grin turned into a smirk, “Look at you, being a little slut.” He teased her, letting his fingers curl around her foot and squeeze softly. She giggled, pulling her knees towards her chest again from how it tickled. Her whole body felt warm from the flush that was settling inside of her.
They both pulled away, pretending to be watching the program on the TV as Susan opened the door to the master bedroom. Kim turned quickly, her eyes searching for any marks or injuries that her mother might have. She was relieved to notice that there weren’t any, but her mother did look tired.
“We’ll just have to order something if we get hungry,” Susan ruffled with her hair for a moment, “Neil just wants some time to think, so if we can all keep it down.” She added softly, glancing over her shoulder. Kim nodded her head, having no desire to upset him.
“How is he?” Billy spoke up suddenly. Kim turned to look at him, wishing she could understand why he sounded so concerned. She bit her lip, trying to understand that it was a similar situation between her and her mom.
“He wants to talk to you,” Susan said after hesitating for a moment. She pushed her hair out of her face again, looking a bit distraught from her own words, “Billy, you don’t have to though. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”be fine on his own.” Susan nodded her head, like she was trying to reassure herself. Kim nodded at Billy, wishing he would stay. At the same time, she knew it would be worse on him if he didn’t go to Neil.
“It’s fine,” Billy brushed away their worries with a cold hand, as if there was nothing to worry about, “I’ll talk to him.” He stood slowly, not giving either of them another look before he went into the room. Kim frowned before she turned towards Susan.
“Do you think they’ll press charges?” She whispered, asking the question that was weighing heavy on her heart. She looked at Susan, hoping to see the same relief she was feeling inside of her.
“I don’t know,” Susan admitted, “They’re well off, they have a good reputation. But if what you and Billy said is true, they might prefer that this just dry up.” Susan gestured with her hands, a look of disgust crossing her features.
“Could Karen get in trouble?” Kim questioned, hoping it was true. Not only did she deserve some kind of charge for messing with Billy at such a young age, she deserved one for lying about what happened.
“I don’t know,” Susan admitted, “Like I said, she has a pristine reputation. Billy is,” Susan sighed as she glanced towards Kim. She paused for a second before she spoke again, “He’s Billy. If it came down to it, I don’t know if they’d believe him or not.” Susan spoke softly, like she was afraid of how Kim would react to her words. Kim sat in silence for a moment, thinking about the similar situation her and Billy seemed to fall into.
“Do you believe him?” Kim hesitated before she asked, almost afraid of the answer. She knew Susan had complicated feelings towards Billy, but surely this was something different.
“Does it matter?” Susan asked seriously, exhaling through her nose like she had a complicated answer. Kim frowned, a pang of pain entering her chest.
“It does to me,” Kim spoke urgently, “And to him.” She added just as quickly. She was sure that Billy did care. She couldn’t imagine gaining a reputation like that. He didn’t deserve it.
“It was hard at first,” Susan admitted, “When Ted first approached, it seemed true. I also know how women seem to treat Billy. Of course, I believe him.” Susan told her at last, her features softening as she looked up at Kim. Kim exhaled softly.
“You’re not just saying that?” She asked hopefully, making sure that her mom wasn’t lying. Susan shook her head softly, an unknown gaze crossing through her eyes.
“No,” She said truthfully, “I don’t think Billy would do that to anyone.” Kim paused for a moment, wondering if this was a sign. She lingered at the look in her moms eye, thinking deeply. Max knew. It was only a matter of time before Susan did too.
“Mom,” She took a deep breath, searching for her confidence, “There’s some-” She paused, her confidence leaving as Billy entered the room. She watched as he rubbed his side, walking towards him.
“What were you saying?” Susan nudged Kim’s shoulder gently with her fingers. Kim turned away from Billy, suddenly feeling as if she was betraying him as she gulped hard. She twisted her fingers together.
“Oh,” KIm glanced towards her, “Just wondering if we could order pizza tonight.” Kim played it off, smiling tightly towards Susan. She was nervous, hoping that Billy hadn’t caught on to what she was about to say.
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Kim was nervous through dinner, not even having the appetite to pick at the slices of pizza in front of her. She kept staring at Max, willing her sister to turn towards her.
Max was pretending as if Kim and Billy didn’t exist. She sat quietly on the couch, away from everyone else as she slowly picked the pepperonis from her pizza and ate them. Kim felt sick, as worry settled deep inside of her stomach. She feared that Max hated her, that Kim had completely ruined their relationship.
She was too worried to leave Max alone with Susan, too terrified of the thought of Max exposing her deep secret. She began picking at her fingers, cracking the knuckles and then trying to do so again. When she could no longer crack her joints she began to tug at her hair furiously, trying to tug her negative thoughts away.
Billy nudged Kim softly underneath her blanket, shooting her a look that told her she was thinking too hard. She exhaled softly, taking a deep breath as she nodded her head. She looked away, glancing back towards the TV.
It was painful, sitting there like nothing was wrong. She didn’t know how Billy seemed to be so calm, so relaxed. It was like he had already accepted that everything would eventually be fine, even though Kim didn’t feel that. Sure, she had thought about telling her mother but that was only to beat Max to the punch.
She retreated to her room first, slowly crawling on her bed in defeat and groaning into her pillows. She breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of her linens as her anxiety pumped inside of her chest. She rolled over, sitting up quickly as she took in the image of Max lingering in her doorway.
Her arms were crossed protectively, her lips pulled together tightly as she stared at the floor. She was rubbing her thumb across her elbow and bouncing her foot on the ground. She inhaled deeply, before her gaze landed on Kim. Her blue eyes were soft, but they also looked remorseful and defeated.
“Does he make you happy?” Max asked at last, looking a little downcast. Kim gulped, hoping that Max wasn’t expecting her to lie. She paused before she nodded softly, knowing there was so much more to Billy than his ability to make her happy, “Okay, it’s really weird. Really gross too, but I’m happy for you. For the both of you.” Max’s face scrunched up in disgust for a moment before she relaxed her features again. Kim’s heart skipped a beat as she sat up better in her bed, moving closer towards the edge.
Max hesitated before she took a step forward, dragging her feet across the wooden floor as she slowly made her way towards Kim. Max slowly began to loosen the grip on her arms, looking down at Kim with a sense of regret in her eyes. Kim smiled softly, feeling like everything was alright between the two of them.
“Max,” Kim was hugging her tightly, squeezing her so hard that she got a groan of protest from her, “Thank you so much.” She added softly, letting her cheek fall against Max’s shoulder. Max exhaled deeply again, wrapping her skinny arms around Kim.
“Just,” Max’s voice was muffled from where her cheek was resting against Kim’s skin, “Shut the door next time. I still feel like I need to bleach my eyes.” Kim giggled softly, rubbing her hand against Max’s back. She still felt bad, she felt as if she had ruined something deep inside of her sister. She knew it was weird, but she was glad Max had found it in herself to accept the truth.
“We were just kissing.” Kim teased Max softly, pulling away from her gently. She furrowed her eyebrows together, smiling sweetly. Max groaned, shaking her head like the image was burning in her mind again. Kim tried to keep from laughing, thinking that Billy would have a new way to tease Max.
“Billy probably has some disease,” Max was suddenly shoving Kim back, “You probably do too now. So have fun with that.” She pretended to look at Kim with disdain, like Kim really was crawling with some disease. Her joke was suddenly less funny as Kim thought of everything Billy had been through.
“He doesn’t have a disease,” Kim was shaking her head, trying not to look irritated at Max’s comment. She didn’t know any better and had always teased Billy in this manner, “Max, he’s so sweet to me. He got me the stuffed cows.” She pulled them towards her chest, showing them off playfully.
“Gross,” Max wrinkled her nose, “I don’t want to know about any of that. I’m going to pretend that this conversation never happened.” Max shook her head dramatically, looking like she was trying to physically erase Kim’s words.
“Thank you,” Kim said again, “I know it’s hard and weird, but I don’t want anything to change between us.” She added softly, hoping that she never lost her little sister. Max smiled softly, looking like Kim had just said something ridiculous. It made her feel better, it made her feel that somehow everything would be alright.
“Just don’t break up I guess,” Max had a hint of a smile on her lips, “That would make things really awkward.” Max pointed out. Kim bit her lip, not even allowing herself to think about that idea. She couldn’t imagine breaking up with Billy, she couldn’t spare the thought of not being around him one day. It wouldn’t happen, she wouldn’t allow for that to happen.
“We won’t,” Kim promised Max gently, “You won’t tell?” She asked softly, hugging the stuffed animals to her chest tighter. Max looked remorseful again.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” Max admitted, rubbing her arm bashfully, “I’m sorry. Of course I won’t tell.” Max looked at Kim seriously, sealing the deal. Kim smiled as she nodded her head, grateful that she had such an understanding sister.
Kim waited until Max left, until Susan was in bed and the rest of the house was sleeping before she tiptoed towards Billy’s room. The moonlight was dancing across the hallway, filling the room with the pale light. She breathed in the warm air as she pushed open his door, feeling comforted by the mere presence of him.
“You okay?” Billy scooted aside, letting her join him on his bed. She sighed, curling up against him. Her feet rested in his lap, her cheek pressing against his shoulder. It was almost odd to think about how not long ago, Billy would’ve hated it if she had touched him like this.
“I think so,” Kim said softly, “It just feels weird that Max knows. I feel like I should feel bad, but I don’t. Even if she is, you know, our sibling.” Kim added softly, feeling a smile curl against her lips. He chuckled, rubbing his large hand up and down the curve of her spine. She breathed in the scent of him, enjoying the way the familiar smell tickled her nose.
“That’s fucked up,” He teased her, “I don’t care either. As long as I have you, the rest doesn’t matter.” He added softly, his eyes lighting up his dark room. Her heart warmed, soaring gently as she listened to his words.
“We can still have our date, right?” She asked hopefully, making sure that Max knowing their secret hadn’t disrupted anything. Billy squeezed her side softly, nudging her closer to him. He winced for a moment, shifting on the bed before he relaxed again. She looked at him curiously but he ignored her words.
“Course,” He grinned deeply, “I wouldn't dream about skipping it.” He played with her hair gently, pressing her back against the mattress gently. She grinned, her words dying on her lips as he slowly laid her completely down on the mattress. She giggled, biting down on her bottom lip as he traced his fingertips across the front of her body.
His eyes raked over her body, drinking in her subtle curves and soft skin. His lips pressed against her neck, sucking gently on her skin as his large hands slid down her sides. Her nightgown bunched up between her legs as he pressed himself between her. He breathed against her neck softly, squeezing at her hips before he was sitting up.
“Billy,” She frowned as she lifted his shirt from his head, looking at the giant bruise along his back, “You didn’t say he did that.” She looked at him, nearly feeling betrayed that he wouldn’t mention it. She drew her fingers across his bruised skin softly, feeling terrible.
“I’m fine,” He replied quickly, sharply as he continued to fumble with his pants, “Doesn’t hurt much. He was just frustrated.” He told her quickly, dismissing her worries. She sighed deeply, looking at him in exasperation.
“He shouldn’t have-” Billy cut her off with a sweet kiss, his lips brushing away her worries. His fingers caressed the sides of her cheeks, drawing goosebumps along her skin. She sighed softly, knowing her conversation would get nowhere. She still felt as if she was shut out, locked away tightly from his thoughts and feelings.
He was gently stripping her, removing her nightgown in one fluid motion. She gasped softly, giggling as her hair fell down along her back. He smiled, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. She kissed his skin softly, desperately wanting to pause so she could talk to him about what Neil had done. She paused, unable to continue with her thoughts as she looked into his eyes. He looked desperate, needy like he wanted to forget what had happened. She nodded her head softly, letting him continue on.
His eyes flickered over her bare body, drinking in her subtle curves and smooth skin as she adjusted herself back against the bed. He exhaled softly, his eyes gleaming as he traced his fingertips along her abdomen. She breathed in deeply, goosebumps arising from where he had touched her.
He peppered kisses down her body, grazing them across her bruises and hickeys. She sighed softly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she followed his motions. He pressed her legs apart softly, looking up at her with lustful eyes. He shifted for a moment, removing his briefs and jeans completely and tossing them off the edge of the bed.
“I want you,” She mumbled softly, unsure of how she still had energy after their afternoon, “Please.” She begged softly, her doe eyes flashing down towards him. He chuckled, his lips peppering across her hip before he bit down softly. She squeaked, her hips raising up towards him in surprise.
“I wanna fuck you so bad,” He breathed out, moving up towards her again. She felt trapped underneath his powerful arms. She rubbed her fingers across her biceps, watching the way his hair dipped onto his forehead, “You drive me crazy.” He mumbled, resting on one of his elbows as he used the other hand to press his hard cock against her wet cunt. She sight softly, enjoying the way he slid his red tip across her wet folds. He exhaled softly, dropping his hips slowly as he began to grind his cock across her soaked cunt.
“Mhm,” She breathed out softly as her clit brushed against the ridges of his cock. His movements were languid, slow and steady as his cock slid easily across her cunt. She whimpered, enjoying the feeling of them rutting against each other, “Feels so nice.” She told him gently, brushing her hand along the curve of his back.
“You’re so wet already,” Billy’s lips curled into a smirk, looking a bit cocky as he kissed her softly. She moaned against his lips, her clit meeting the vein along his cock. She could hear herself dripping against his cock, “Always so ready for me.” He was whispering, keeping his voice low as he pressed the tip of his cock inside of her slick hole.
“Oh,” She whined softly, her eyes fluttering shut as he slowly pushed his throbbing cock inside of her wet walls. She moved her hips a bit, allowing him a better angle as she took him inch by inch. He was moving slowly, his eyebrows drawn together tightly in concentration, “So thick.” She breathed out, feeling the stretch deep inside of her when he finally bottomed out inside of her. Sometimes she was unsure of how she had managed to take him as her first.
“You squeeze me so tight, baby,” He huffed out softly, pausing for a moment before he moved his hands up with hers. She whimpered as he gripped a hold of her hands, linking them together over her head. He pulled his hips back slowly, before snapping them forward in a rushed motion. She gaped, her mouth parting in bliss, “So fucking pretty.” He complimented, watching the pleasure on her face grow.
He built a steady rhythm, his body trapping her underneath him as he gyrated his hips forward. She moaned, her back dragging along his mattress as she locked her ankles around him. She felt like they were one, like they were inhaling and exhaling the same air the more that he moved.
She moaned, far too loud but unable to care as he continued with the same rough motions. She was in so much pleasure, feeling the slow way his cock was dragging through her fluttering walls. He was moving at a slower pace than usual, but Kim craved it just the same. The slow motions let her experience the stretch of him all over again, allowing her to feel him more sensually.
“God,” She cried out as his deep stroke pressed up against her bundle of nerves. She moaned, her fingers tightening around his as she arched her chest towards him. He sighed, his lips moving to the crook of her neck to suck on the sensitive spot on her skin, “Don’t stop.” She pleaded with him, her big hazel eyes flashing up towards his blue eyes.
He groaned against her neck, his teeth scraping against her skin as he pulled away. He was groaning softly, the soft sounds filling her ears as he brought his lips down upon hers. It was messy, sloppy even as they met in urgency. He was drawing his hips back slowly and thrusting back into her, pressing her deeper into the mattress. She clung to his hands, feeling as if he would let go that she would slide into the mattress and disappear completely.
“Sweet girl,” He groaned against her lips, his tongue licking away the drool from the corner of her mouth. She whimpered at the petname, her mouth moving against his in a desperate haze. She wanted to feel more of him, she needed to feel more of him, “You’re so fucking good.” He grunted out, his tongue sliding against her teeth.
He was beginning to grind into her, his cock pressing deep inside of her. She was moaning louder, feeling him hit against her g-spot with each of his deep movements. She knew she needed to be quiet, to try and keep her voice at bay. She couldn’t help it, she couldn’t help that he made her feel so good that she no longer cared if she got caught. Billy was shushing her gently, his lips brushing against hers in an urgency to silence her sounds.
“Billy,” Kim’s body pressed up against him, writhing in bliss as Billy’s powerful thrusts moved his bed against the wall. It was scraping against the floor, the mattress squeaking underneath the weight of the two of them, “Feels so good.” She whimpered, squeezing her fingers against his tightly.
“You’re so pretty, Kim,” He mumbled, his nose brushing against her cheek, “You look so pretty on my cock, taking me so good.” Billy rutted into her, her back digging into the springs of the mattress. His lips were parted, his grunts coming out in quick spurts as she rolled her hips up to meet his motions.
Her boobs were pressed against his chest, rubbing up against his sweaty skin furiously. Her pussy was aching in pleasure, desperate to feel more of him as he continued his rapid movements. She was doing her best to keep quiet, trying to keep her moans from filling up the quiet room. Billy’s lips were upon her again, shushing her as he gave her a languid thrust. His balls pressed up against her skin, filling her completely for a moment before he was pulling back and slamming back into her.
“Right there,” She pleaded with him in a hushed whisper, her nails digging into his skin as he continued to rock into her, “Need you so badly.” She whined, rolling her hips up to grind on him. She panted softly, her nose brushing against Billy’s as he peered down at her. His eyes were soft and full of lust, grazing the way her face was contorted into deep pleasure.
“You got me,” He whispered into the night air, “S’okay, you’re doing so good.” He mumbled, grunting deeply as he rolled his hips forward sharply. She whimpered, feeling herself squeezing around his cock as the muscles in her stomach began to tighten.
He was pressed so close to her that her clit was beginning to brush against his skin, adding a sense of urgency in her own movements as her toes began to curl. Her breathing came out harder, her body beginning to tremble underneath him. He gripped her hands tightly, keeping her steady as he continued the same beat inside of her.
“Oh god, Billy,” She cried out, her body spasming underneath his warm body. Her pussy clamped down on his throbbing cock, milking his dick as she came with a loud moan. He pressed his lips over hers roughly, not even moving them. He was more concerned with silencing her, keeping her moans from filling the room, “Fuck.” She whimpered against his lips, her thighs shaking as she came down from her high.
Her fingers were tightly linked with his, squeezing them with all of her might as white light appeared in her eyes. She blinked harshly, her orgasm crashing through her as Billy kept his same rough pace. He was breathing hard, his minty breath tickling against her plump lips.
“So fucking good,” Billy exhaled roughly, his voice breaking in pleasure. He clenched his eyes shut tightly. His hand squeezed around hers, holding onto her tightly as he pressed his cock deeper inside of her wet cunt, “Oh fuck.” He breathed out harshly, his hips stalling as he pressed further into her. He came with a low groan, his voice husky as he emptied himself inside of her. She whimpered at the sound, her cunt squeezing him so tightly that she was milking his orgasm.
“Oh,” She breathed out after a moment, their chests rising and falling harshly in unison, “I love you, Billy.” She told him gently, her hips still slowly grinding up against him. He sighed in bliss, blinking his eyes as he turned to look at her. He slowly released her hand, drawing himself back up onto his elbows. She missed the close feeling of him, even if it was slightly suffocating. She liked how large he was, how broad his body felt. She liked feeling small underneath him, even if they were nearly the same height.
“Love you too,” He chuckled breathlessly, his eyes softly taking in her reddened cheeks and blissed features. He moved his fingers away, tickling them across her freckled face, “I feel so happy with you.” He added softly, his voice sounding raw as he spoke. She blinked, feeling a wet sensation on her cheek. She looked up at him, her heart melting as she realized he was crying. She wondered how many different things he was upset about, but what exactly was weighing heavily on his heart at the moment.
“I’m happy with you too,” She was joining him now, her own tears forming, “I don’t want to be without you.” She couldn’t imagine living without him, being apart from him. He was her other half, strongly connected by the lines from their hearts. She pushed his dirty blonde hair back gently.
“You’ll never be without me,” He promised softly, pressing his lips against hers so gently that she nearly missed the feeling, “You’re stuck with me.” He grinned as he pulled away, promising her something she already knew was true.
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Scott Pilgrim Headcannons
Someone had to make some of these, and it was a sacrifice that I was willing to make 😌
This doesn’t cover all of the characters, but these are the only ones I felt confident actually creating headcannons for
Scott Pilgrim:
. Scrappy ticklish. He’s all long legs and bony arms and flailing that eventually lands someone with a black eye.
. Doesn’t hate tickling itself, but he hates that everyone can use it against him and DOES, often
. His hips get him real bad, with his sides being a close second.
. His laugh starts off with a slow giggle, but a couple minutes in he’ll be wheezing and gasping for his life
. Doesn’t get flustered so much as he gets embarrassed, if that makes sense. Like, tickling as a concept doesn’t fluster him, but the fact that it’s a weakness of his does
. Wallace will pretend to warm up his hands against Scott’s sides and Scott gets super giggly about it but never protests because he doesn’t want to admit it’s tickling him
Romana Flowers:
. Surprisingly ticklish for someone as aloof as she is
. Craves the affection of being tickled but will not ask for it no matter what. The fear of humiliation at the confession or worse, rejection, holds her back every time
. Her stomach and knees get her I fucking know it on a basic, intrinsic level
. Her normal laugh is breathy and soft, just this picture perfect example of what a laugh should look like, but it gets really dorky when tickled. Also she snorts. Like, a lot. An embarrassing amount. Scott would tease her about it if he wasn’t so scared of her retribution
. Despite how much she herself likes to be tickled, I feel like she often ends up in the ler role instead due to her asshole teasy tendencies
. Immediately found out Scott was ticklish and uses it on him all the time. She doesn’t outright tickle him so much as she’ll tease him about the prospect of potentially tickling him just to watch him shut down as he fumbles for a dignified reply
. She gets her nails done impulsively a lot (she used to bite her nails as a bad habit when she was younger, so this is her way of trying to cut the habit), and as such she usually has long, killer nails that are devastating when applied to tickling
. The most nonchalant ler on the planet, it would be annoying if it wasn’t so flustering
. Just deadpan, no smile, just that classic raised eyebrow
. “I’m not ticklish-” “No?” “No!” “You know, you’re giggling an awful lot for someone who isn’t ticklish”
Stephen Stills:
. “Pffft, ticklish, no, of course not-”
. Definitely a giggles before people even touch him kind of guy
. Tries to play it cool, but he’s so weak to anticipation and it’s so obvious to everyone in the room
. Worst spot is his stomach/waist/sides, he giggles and curls up and shrieks and bats at the ler’s hands, it’s a whole thing
. The word only flusters him if it’s applied to him, otherwise he’s cool
. Despite this, he’s more of a ler. He tries to fuck around with the other members of the band, but 99% of them do not take his shit and he’ll get wrecked for it three times over
. The definition of the “ler-leaning switch who always gets tickled”. He IS more of a ler, people just assume otherwise (also he’s easy to get)
Kim Pine:
. Isn’t ticklish all the way until she is
. I’ve known some people that have the scary ability to just turn off their ticklishness, and Kim is definitely one of these people
. If she’s not having, it does not work
. That being said
. If she’s in the right mood and you haven’t done anything to piss her off lately, she might indulge you
. Her worst spot is her neck, which Scott discovered back when they were dating. Kim, who is notoriously not a giggler, started giggling when he strayed towards her neck, and Scott was banned from ever pulling that move again
. Does. Not. Like. Being. Tickled. At all. I genuinely cannot see her enjoying the experience
. Doesn’t really tickle people either. She’s not someone who’s very open to physical touch, so the whole concept of tickling simply doesn’t appeal to her
. The only time she’ll tickle people is if they’re being annoying and need to be taken down a notch, and even then, only for a bit to get a point across
. She’ll pinch Stephen’s or Scott’s knees if they get distracted during team meetings, which makes these affairs far more nerve-wracking than they need to be for the other band members
Young Neil:
. Standard ticklish, like, the most average joe reactions to tickling on the planet
. Doesn’t tickle others and doesn’t get tickled because let’s be honest, most people forget he’s even in the room
. Very passive about tickling. He’ll curl up and giggle if tickled, but he does very little to actually get the ler off. He has pretty decent endurance too, and has almost never tapped out before his ler has given up/decided to give him a break
. Knives tickled him a bit when they dated, but he never fought back so she eventually gave up
. Secretly really fucking likes being tickled, like, to an in the community level, but not a goddamn soul knows because no one pays enough attention to him to find out
. Stephen jabbed him in the ribs once teasingly and my man thought about it for months afterwards
Knives Chau:
. Absolutely adores everything about tickling, on both sides
. I don’t necessarily approve of her and Scott’s relationship, but it did happen canonically, so I’m gonna talk about it here as it’s a pretty central part of both of their character arcs
. Used to tickle Scott all the time when they were dating, which is probably the closest physical contact they had outside of holding hands. Scott would entertain it for a bit, but tbh he’s far too sensitive for his own good and would usually cut it short so she didn’t realize how much of a weakness it was for him
. Scott himself was pretty shy about touching Knives in general, so I don’t think he really tickled her unless it was to get her to stop tickling him
. Not for lack of trying, mind you. As stated earlier, Knives not only tolerates but loves being tickled, and 99% of her attempted provocations went unanswered
. Tamara and her will get into tickle fights all the time, with Knives ending up the loser more often than not
. Pretty much everywhere is ticklish, but her sides break her instantly
, The very definition of a giggler, she cannot hold a straight face for more than a second while being tickled
Wallace Wells:
. I feel like he’s be undercover ticklish. Like, he’s not technically hiding the fact that he’s ticklish, but almost no one thinks to try it so he’s won most tickle fights that have broken out in his lifetime
. For most of their relationship, Scott only knew he was ticklish in theory because Wallace had vaguely mentioned it when drunk before.
. Doesn’t giggle unless he’s drunk. Also, on that note, significantly more ticklish when he’s drunk, and more lovey-dovey about it. The only time he’ll actually let Scott tickle him
. Cackles a lot, very wheezy, silent laughter
. Worst spots are his ribs, thighs, and feet. The ribs one is the main one that gets him into trouble because it’s so accesible. Scott used to cling onto him when he was moping around the house and Wallace would always get super grumbly and immediatelly shove him off because his hands kept accidentally tickling
. Definitely more of a ler. Only a lee with the right people in the right circumstances
. THIS MAN
. Will fuck Scott’s shit up
. Scott is so on edge around him because Wallace has memorized the spots and he’ll just casually grab Scott’s hips. The worst part is, Scott can’t even do anything about it, because he literally can’t get Wallace off, so Wallace will just casually flex his fingers in the spot and Scott is begging and squeaking and falling back against Wallace
. He just does that randomly too, and Scott hates/loves him for it
. He’s for sure the tase you from behind kind of guy, as well as the poke you in the ribs/sides all the fucking time
. Also knows the spots for the other members of the band and most people in his life, he’s is The Ler
. Doesn’t really use them, but he fucking knows, just in case
#scott pilgrim#tickle headcannon#wallace wells#scott pilgram vs the world#kim pine#young neil#knives chau#stephen stills#ramona flowers#headcannons#tickling#yes almost every character has a segment about tickling scott and what of it#hes such a fucking nerd guys theres no way he wasnt constantly bullied by his friends because of it#he has ticklish vibes i dont know what to tell you
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03.35am
Pairing: Kim Hongjoong (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: strangers to ?, fluff, humour; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: bad weather, mentions of blood, hongjoong being a drama queen; Wordcount: 622
Summary: On a rainy day you stumble over a lump in the middle of an alley. Unsure whether the lump is alive or not, you kick it lightly and reveal an injured man.
A/N: Saw a joke post for a meet cute with this prompt and simply had to write it.
Dark clouds hung all over the city and heavy rain fell to the ground. Every so often a gust of wind howled through the streets. The weather cleared the area of any living being, at least outside of their homes.
Except for you.
You rushed through the empty streets on your way back home. You cursed your late night shift, cursed the public transportation that stopped three hours before your shift ended, cursed your flimsy attire that didn’t block the rain nor howling wind effectively and most importantly you cursed the weather itself.
You tightened the collar of your trench coat, hoping it would prevent the cold from seeping into your body. With hurried steps you rounded a corner into a narrow passageway. You winced when you stepped into a puddle and the water splashed up against your pants.
If getting soaked from the rain above wasn’t enough, you now had dirty water covering you as well. You pulled a face as you continued to run through the muddy paths, wishing to be home already with a warm shower and cuddling into a dozen blankets while watching some sort of series.
A shriek forced its way out of your mouth when you nearly toppled over a huge lump in the middle of your path. You stumbled backwards, brushing your hand over your face to wipe the rain droplets away and see better.
With your limited view you weren’t sure what exactly you saw in front of you - whether it was a pile of trash, an abandoned animal or a homeless person.
Ever so carefully you inched closer, before kicking the lump with the tip of your boot. You immediately jumped back again when the thing moved and groaned.
You fumbled in your pockets to get your phone out, struggling to use it with your wet fingers. Still you somehow managed to turn on the flashlight.
You gasped when you saw the bloody features of a man. “Oh my god, what happened?” You crouched down next to the man, one hand hovering over his form as you didn’t know what to do exactly. “What’s your name? Can you move? Come, you need to get out of this rain!”
“Hongjoong”, he groaned and turned on his back, letting the cold rain fall on his face. He could feel his busted lip pulsing and something warm running down his face together with the raindrops. Hopefully the mud he had fallen into would be washed away like that as well.
You stared down at him, contemplating what to do. You definitely weren’t strong enough to hoist him up and drag him somewhere dry. “What happened?” You asked again, concern written all over your face.
Hongjoong groaned again and closed his eyes. “I slipped and fell”, he mumbled, raising his arm and covering half of his face in embarrassment.
“For real?” You stared at him dumbfounded. You thought the worst had happened to him but he only fell? “Why didn’t you get up and go home to clean yourself or something? HOW long have you been here on the ground?” You blinked several times, not believing how dramatic someone can be.
For a split second you even thought about just leaving him there on the ground but your conscience made you choose otherwise. You urged him to get up and pulled him on his sleeve along your way.
If he didn’t take care of himself and decided to be a diva instead, you just had to take care of him. At least he looked kinda cute, maybe even cuter without all the blood and mud covering his whole body. But that was for you to find out once you two reached your home and got cleaned up.
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The Deal (2)
Summary: She was officially failing in life and most importantly in university! With her grades hanging of the edge of a thread and tutors rejecting her left and right her only option is to make a deal with the devil a.k.a Kim Seungmin.A deal should always be fair. Your grades in exchange for Kim Seungmin's dream girl. Simple?...Right?!
Word Count: 35k
Slight enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff.
No warnings, some foul language.
AN: Finally it's here! Tumblr won't let me post it in one post, so I am forced to divide into two parts. Would you be interested in SKZ x Greek Mythology theme? Hope you enjoy!!!
Part 1
@lethallyprotected
Well it was time.
The holiday season.
The absurd seasonal drinks you were making all day confirmed that.
It was your last shift before taking off to your hometown and everyone on campus decided to pay you a visit today. You were running all around the place, making sugary sweet coffee and foamy milks until the smile was swiped off your face. It was the morning shift so that meant you were getting off at four. A quick glance told you it was 3:30 pm and the half hour that was left was pure torture.
But it passed.
At the end of your shift, you hung your apron to the back room and bid your coworkers and boss the appropriate Christmas wishes and temporary goodbyes. And you went straight home to start getting ready. You were calculating the time it would take you to get ready tomorrow morning and when should you leave to get there on time, when your phone interupting your train of thought.
You checked the id caller and saw Seungmin was calling you. Well, that was a surprise!
You slid your finger over the screen accepting it and exclaimed loudly "Puppy!"
"I told you not to call me that" he grumbled under his breath. "Where are you?"
You mentally checked before answering.
You didn't forget any lessons today.
And you didn't have any plans with him or the rest of them.
"On my way home" you replied carefully, voice so low that you doubted he was able to hear it.
A pause and then "Weren't you working today?"
"Yeah, my shift ended like 10 minutes ago" you snorted as you crossed the street.
"Oh.." he only said. But you could hear noise on the background like he was outside.
"Seungmin where are you?" You inquired, curious.
"At the coffee shop.." he replied, sounding defeated.
You laughed at that. "Why?!"
"I came by to drop one of your notebooks cause tomorrow you are leaving early" he hastily explained. It was true he had one of your notebooks, but it wasn't like it couldn't wait until after Christmas.
You bit your lip, unsure of what to say but opening your mouth all the same. "Well..I am going home you can.. swing by and leave it to me...If it isn't much trouble!"
"No, I will be there." he replied "You want anything from outside?"
"No, I am okay. I will..see you in ten" you replied.
"See ya in five" he said before hanging up.
You quickened your steps, almost fast walking to your house. You reached in no time and climbed the steps in a hurry. At first glance it didn't seem too bad, but it was in no state for visitors. So you began twirling, picking up whatever caught your eye first. You just finished tucking your bed when a knock sounded.
"Coming!"you said, rushing to the door and throwing it open to reveal a flushed from the cold Seungmin. He greeted you politely and entered your home, bringing along with him a plastic bag. You looked up and saw him fumbling.
"I..I thought that maybe we can watch that movie you said the other day.."he got out, not really looking you straight at the eyes.
You tucked your hair behind your ear, sending him a smile. "Sure! I would love to! Thanks for the snacks" You replied and took the bag from his hand.
You shoved him lightly towards your couch and made your way to the kitchen to plate the pop corn he brought. Only to feel him hover behind you. You threw a glance and there he was leaning against the kitchen table, in all his glory.
"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" He interjected.
"Around 9. The train leaves at 10 but we said with Yuqi to be there a little earlier" he hummed, clearly approving of your plans. "How about you?"
"I am leaving the day after tomorrow. We said with the guys to hang tomorrow evening" This time it was your turn to humm in approval. Some time out with his friends would do him good. He was way too couped up in his house.
"What are you doing for the holidays?" You wondered as you opened up a bottle of coke as well. The less your fridge had for the holidays the better. You still could recall the horrifying smell of the food that had gone bad while you were away visiting your family. Never again.
"Probably, I will just stay home. I talked with Jeongin- You don't know him.."he trailed off once he remembered.
"Baby faced with dimples?" You asked, reaching for the glasses.
He wordlessly nodded as he took a step closer and pulled them down for you.
"Thanks. I have seen him around"you confirmed, turning to him.
"Where?" He asked, doubtful.
"With you. Around the school. You know I see many people on a regular basis"you joked, recalling the faces that pasted through the store today and you shuddered.
"I guess. Anyways, we said that maybe... we can take a trip to go skiing" he said, absentmindedly as he grabbed the full plate and walked towards your couch. He set the plate down only to unravel your bed, which you had previously set. For a moment you stood there watching him in your space. He didn't ask where to sit like the first time. He had been here by now multiple times and you found yourself liking this intimacy. Him at your space.
When you didn't reply he turned towards you with one eyebrow raised. So you shook yourself out of the daydream you had and replied something like 'you will only hurt yourselves'
You quickly settled down beside him on your bed, searching for a calm movie to watch. Through a hasty search and your displeasure with the lack of good movies, you selected Lilo & Stitch, which you absolutely adored. You expected whines and arguments from your company, but only silent greeted you as the movie started. You looked over at him, only iluminated by your laptop's light and had an absurd thought.
You would miss him during the holidays.
The next morning you were running in the cold streets, alongside Yuqi. Running with all your might, although exhausting, managed to secure you spots on the second running train of the day. Your journey was calm and quickly you parted ways with Yuqi, strolling towards the opposite direction. Your dad and your grandparents welcomed you warmly into your house and all together you sat until the early evening simply catching up.
The rest two days you were spent in a relaxing state, you were simply sleeping and talking with your family. The third day you caught up with some old friends. Some you hadn't seen since forever, so it felt good to know they were doing well and some you still regularly contacted, so you were more aware of their news.
As you were walking back, your friends came in mind. What was Yuqi doing? Was Yuna well? Ryunjin got back safe from her trip to her boyfriend? How about Wooyoung and Jisung? Were they out there causing trouble? ...How about Seungmin?
You fumbled with your phone for a bit, before unlocking it. You strolled through your contacts before briefly stopping above his name.
You bit into your lower lip before locking your phone. You would be a bother. You didn't really talk the last days, besides the occasional meme you sent. It would be weird to call him all of a sudden, wouldn't it?
Your phone suddenly rang and you nearly jumped out of your skin. You quickly turned your phone over and a gasp left you. The screen displayed the name, that you couldn't bring yourself to call just now. You accepted the call straight away.
"Hey Y/N" he greeted quietly.
"Hey Seungmin"you shyly greeted back, unsure what to say now that you were on the line with him. "How have you been?"
"Good, good. My parents stuffed me with as much food as they could. I made plans with Jeongin this weekend as well."
"Mmm your ski trip. Sounds wonderful! My dad had a feast for me as well. I am just now returning from an outing with friends." You said as you walked further down the familiar street.
"Am I interrupting you?" He asked as the thought just dawned on him.
"No! No, I am just walking home. Actually I wanted to call too. I was wondering what you were up to" you shyly admitted, not knowing if it was okay for you to do that. Your nerves soon calmed at his response.
"Me too. I just stayed at home today. Watched a baseball game."
"Yeah, dad was watching too when I left" you giggled, amused to hear him grumble at his team defeat.
And so the calls continued for the next 2-3 days.
And one day calls turned into a video calls. He was only exploring the app and by chance called you, he said. You didn't complain, you just sat and humored him, but imagine your surprise when the video call invitation popped up.
Here you were today laying on your bed, trying to do math and you had mostly.. completed them, when you stumbled upon a problem you couldn't quite solve. So you decided, that a call to your tutor would be required. So here you were with your hair up and flying everywhere and your pjs on, contemplating to call or not. In the end you sat up, letting your hair down and combing them swiftly before making the call. You waited for a the first beep and then for the second and third and when you were about to hung up, the call was accepted.
It was a small comfort that he was in a similar state as you. Clearly in his sleepwear, hair messy enough to match your own and face pressed against his pillow. He seemed just as cuddly as the stuffed animals you had back in the days.
"Hey"you whispered into your screen.
"Hey"he replied, sounding sleepy.
"If I called at a bad time I can.." you trailed off, suddenly regretting your choice. You should have checked the time or send a message ahead.
"No, I was just watching a movie. What's up?" He sat up and stretched to get rid of the stiffness in his body.
"I was doing math and I am stuck on this one problem." You mumbled, embarrassed.
"Look at you! Doing your homework!" He chuckled, making you roll your eyes "Let me see" you shifted your camera towards the notebook on your bed. The explanation was brief and quite simple, much to your surprise, but instead of hanging up you ended chatting casually. Only when he made himself more comfortable on his bed, you saw the background. "Is that you on the photos?" You asked, trying to cran your neck to see better.
He paused for a moment before confirming your guesses with a nod.
"Can I see?" You interjected excitingly.
He slowly turned the camera towards his desk. A photo of him in a baseball suit adored your screen. He would be about ten,smiling brightly to the camera, or you guessed, his parents, proudly holding his bat. In the next he was in the arms of his parents, clearly celebrating his second birthday, judging by the number on that cake. And in the third he was in highschool on his sides Minho and the black haired boy that you vaguely recognized as Jeongin. He wasn't smiling full on the last one, a small smile adored his face.
"You were so cute!" You exclaimed, laughing. You couldn't see his face as he hadn't turned the camera yet but you knew he would be scoffing at you. "Don't you have more photos?"
"A few.." Short it was the reply and his tone anxious but that didn't fazed you in the slightest.
"Show me" you demanded, making yourself comfortable.
And so, he did show the few ones he had in his room. He even ventured into to his living room to show the bigger pictures his parents had hung up. Once again in the safety of his room, you were gussing over his photos
"You really were a beautiful child!"you teased him.
"Yeah. Right" he scoffed and paused for a bit. He met your stare through the camera and immediately lowered it as he softly spoke again. "You know my schoolmates used to tease me a lot. Not really bullying, but.. they would say-" he paused as if he said too much.
The cheery atmosphere shifted. His uncomfortable state wasn't something that sat right with you. It felt wrong to see such a level headed person being anxious over sharing his past experiences. You bit your lip, wondering if you should let it go or encourage him to talk to you. A look at his lowered head had you gently speaking words of encouragement. "If you wanna talk about it, I will listen"
He raised his head and looked at you. He was thinking hard about this, but after a good look at you, he signed and continued his story. "They would call me mouth-monster or ugly. I had braces when I was younger, as you saw." You had thought they were adorable. Why would they tease him about something as simple as this?
"They didn't really continued it for long. Only a couple of months. Maybe a year top. But..you know. Later, I learned Minho threatened them to stop. And who saw Minho and wasn't scared of him. I really own him one" He let out a humorless laugh.
He was trying to talk about it as if it didn't bother him, as if he was untouchable and it broke your heart a little. He was facing down again, not really looking at you so you coed him gently.
"That's why I went into the dentist care. I guess I wanted to help the kids that were like me. Maybe if I was told earlier I wouldn't have to wear them and-..." He looked at you from underneath his lashes. "Maybe if I had been told that I have a beautiful smile more often, it would have been better.. different"
You could only look at the boy in front of you, your heart breaking at his soft admission. He only wanted someone to tell him he's beautiful. And damn you, if you didn't!
"Seungmin I think you were beautiful as a child. And I think you are even more beautiful as an adult. You have a amazing smile and you are kind to talk about it as if they aren't the scum bags." That one got a laugh out of him. "Have you seen the comments on your Instagram? They were fighting over who got to have you" you joked, trying to lighten the mood.
And it worked as a flush was covering his face now and an embarrassing laugh left him. "But really shouldn't think that about yourself. You are wonderful and you should see yourself as that. You only have yourself in this lifetime. Treasure yourself, Minnie"
He looked as if he would cry for a moment, but then he smiled at you. That smile at the photo, the mega watt full smile that lit up his whole face. You couldn't keep a smile off your own face.
"My eyes! I am blinded by beauty!" You cried and flang yourself out of the screen.
"Y/N!!" Giggles left your phone, showing Seungmin also yeeting himself out of the screen. You layed down and brought the phone closer to your face. He mimicked your stance and the conversation flowed down on more easy paths.
"Don't you have your own home?!" You asked incredulously as your video call was answered once again by none othe than Jeongin himself.
"I can say the same for you, Noona! Don't you have other..friends to call?" He said with a pause full of meaning, his foxy eyes almost staring you down. You felt the blood rush to your face at his words and sure enough you were red.
"Seungmin!" You called again in hopes of catching his attention.
"Mmm" he mumbled mid bite, his mouth and fingers stained from the chips he was munching on. He briefly looked over to you before returning his gaze back to the screen.
"Did you really call me to watch Brooklyn 99 together?" You asked, amused by the boy with the stuffed cheeks in your screen.
"Yeah! Now shhhh! We're missing the best part!" He whined, pointing to the tv you couldn't see.
You laughed at him but turned on your laptop and went with it.
The morning air was biting you in the ass.
The crispy winter morning wasn't tolerable at all and if only your dad didn't drug you here for your morning holiday tradition, you would be happily sleeping away the cold. But here you were with a basket on your hands and trailing behind him, half awake.
"What gift should we buy for grandma and grandpa?" He wondered as he inspected a pink wooly shawl.
"Probably something for the winter would be good. You know they get cold easily." You thought out loud, inspecting the shawl as well. It seemed warm and you adored the color.
"Should we?" He asked back just as unsure. Your grandparents never asked for anything for the holidays. They always accepted their gifts, whatever they were, with a smile and the familiar line of 'it was exactly what I wanted'. You snorted to yourself, they were too nice to tell you that you weren't cut out for gift buying.
Suddenly as you rounded an other corner of the market, a stall caught your attention. The stall was full of baseball merchandise. But what caught your attention was a cap. It had the SK Wyverns logo on it and it was a nice shade of dark blue. For some reason, you saw it and immediately thought of Seungmin and how well it would fit him.
You didn't know you stopped walking until you heard your dad calling you. You snapped your head towards him, sheepishly and turned your attention back on the cap. You called the shop owner over and asked for a prize. It was a reasonable price, that's why you were buying it. Besides you had bought some gifts for the others, it would sadden him not to receive anything.
Your dad was quiet during the whole exchange, but you felt him figgeting beside you and working his courage to speak up. You wish he wouldn't.
"So who is the lucky guy
But he did.
"No one, just my friend."
"Hmm. You have a friend"
"Daaaad!" you whined, clearly not wanting to continue talking about it. But the old man paid you no mind and continued his 'investigation'.
"So when did you meet?"
You let out a breath. He wasn't letting it go. "He is my tutor. We met in the beginning on the semester. I was failing and-"
"You are failing?" He asked shocked. He turned towards you, alarmed and worried.
"I WAS falling. Keep up, dad. Seungmin helped me raise my grades back up."
He wasn't in a good state to hear anything right now "Honey we have talked about this. If you are having troubles with school, you tell me. I know you said you wanna work but if this is too much for you.. You don't have to work-"
"I have to work. How else can I support myself?" you cut him off, facing forward. You had strayed from the market paths and you were now walking to your truck.
"Excuse me? You say that as if I don't support you! Y/N we said that, if it compromise with your studies you would -"
"You said! I didn't said anything!" You talked back, already feeling the blood rushing to your head.
"Y/N!" He roared, taking you by surprise. Dad never yelled. He must be extremely furious to raise his tone like that. But right at this moment you couldn't force yourself to care, as you were in a similar state. "Do you have to be that damn stubborn all the time! We have talked about this! I didn't agree to you working in the first place! You-! Ugh! You still did! But! But this! This is taking things too far!" He spit on your face, his face growing redder and redder by the minute.
"You can barely manage here! How can you manage me too?!"you were both shouting at this point, anger taking over.
He took a step away from you, breathing heavily from his nose. You did the same catching your breath, your eyes were misty and you hated that. So you turned to the truck you had unconsciously reached, placed your things inside and stepped back. You turned to your father, who was stomping his way to the driver's seat and told him sharply "I will go and see if I can buy something for grandma and grandpa. I will see you at home"
You didn't expect an answer, you simply closed the door (albeit with a little more force than necessary) and disappeared into the crowd.
You wandered quite a bit, passed stalls and merchants as they shouted loudly to be heard over the others. You stopped in a few stalls to inspect some things that catch your fancy, but with your temples throbbing and your teeth still gritted on anger, you couldn't appreciate them right. So you wandered aimlessly across the market some more, until you grew tired and cold. You knew a place, where they sell the most amazing hot chocolate you've ever tasted and it was near the market so you headed there. It was a small shop, colours of yellow, green and white blended all together to create a childlike atmosphere that seemed to make you lighter when you headed in. You ordered your hot chocolate and sat at the window, trying to calm down.
Theoretically, you knew that your dad cared for you and that's why he told you to quit and pay attention only to school, but he would't be able to afford to pay for everything. You wanted to be able to go out and party with your friends without worrying if the money would be enough. You wanted to lighten the amount of rent your dad paid and help him around the house too. Help with your grandparents' meds and expenses too.
You signed and took out your phone to check the hour. 11:45 pm. It was still early for your next bus.
You unlocked your phone and played with it for a bit, before checking your messages. Yuqi and Yuna had replied to your last message and you had been sent memes by Wooyoung and.. Seungmin? You opened the message and saw it was a mathematical meme. Classic Seungmin. You laughed and called his number before realizing. When he answered after the first beep, you were shook out of your stupor.
"Hello?" He called "Y/N?"
"Hey. Yeah, it's me" you whispered shallowly. Why did you even call?
"What's up?" He asked.
"Nothing.. Nothing much! I just..wanted to chat" you said, not really knowing what to say. "Sorry I didn't know you were busy. I will talk-"
"It's okay. We just arrived with Jeongin to the rooms and we would take a rest anyway."
"Ohh right. You went skiing this weekend. How is it?" You asked as you nursered the rest of your chocolate.
"It's nice! The snow is thick enough so we can go skiing tomorrow" he exclaimed, clearly excited to slide through the snow and down the hill.
"Tell Jeongin to take videos of you falling. I need something to laugh at" you teased him lightly, still watching the busy market out of the window.
"..Y/N? Are you okay?" He asked quietly, probably sensing you weren't in the best mood. After months together when you didn't talk his ear off it was a red flag, you supposed.
"Mmm. Everything's fine" you replied.
Silence greeted you on the other side of the line and then. "If you wanna talk about it, I will listen"
A snort left you. "Gosh, I hate when you throw my words back to me" He laughed along with you trying to lighten up your mood. "Annoying isn't it?"he asked, still laughing.
"Yeah..it is" you paused briefly, but the need to tell him made you open your mouth again. "I had a fight with my dad." It was quiet for a moment, only the rustle of the bed as he sit up was heard.
"About?" He wondered.
"He found out that I was doing bad at math. He said to stop working and focus on school." You played with your cup, twirling it around in your now warm hands. People were slowly filling the store, but the seats around you remained empty.
"Okay" he dragged the word, trying to select his words carefully "And why did you fight?"
"It's just...money is tight, dad is struggling to make meet's end and pay for my grandparents' expenses. I am on scholarship and if I fail, it would only be more money-" you couldn't complete your sentence as tears choked you up.
Gosh you hated this.
You didn't like to cry. And there you stood, in a crowded shop, your only company your phone with tears streaking down your face.
He on the other line was panicking, never heard you cry this easily before. "Hey! Hey! Don't cry! Take a big breath for me."
And you listened to his instruction. You gulped as much air as you you could "Good. Good. Take more breaths for me" he coaxed you.
Breath in.
Breath out.
You continued breathing, calming yourself enough.
"Ok?" He asked, uncertain.
"Yeah..I just.. don't wanna be a burden to him. I wanna help. If I have a job that means one less worry for him. It isn't easy, I don't want to work all the time. I wanna have fun but I can't be a burden to him, Seungmin." you sniffled. It was as simple as that.
"You are not a burden-" he started, but you cut him off ready to go at it.
"I am! I am a burden to you too! I made you agree to this deal! I had a lot to win, you didn't. I am burdening you-" you swallowed back a sob. Your throat was clogging up again and some costumers where starting looking your way.
"Y/N. You are not a burden. Don't say that" he pleaded, starting to sound upset as well.
You paused, gathering your thoughts, trying to explain to him in a more effective way.
"You asked me before why I was in marketing... It's always needed. You always need to sell a product. If you always need to sell, I would always be needed, so I will always have a job and income" you quietly said.
You were simple really. You were a little greedy, a little chatty and sometimes over confident for no good reason.
"Y/N listen to me. You are not a burden. You knew how to make a deal. You gave me a solution. If you were cruel about it, you could have told everyone but you didn't. You care about your father and don't want to weight him down. You are working hard and at your own expense, you are struggling. You are a good daughter and a good friend. And for what matters, I am glad I met you. You encourage me to try new things, that I wouldn't dare to try. I don't want you to think bad of yourself." He instructed you. He made everything you did sound like a noble act, it couldn't be so far from it.
You moved the phone slightly away from your face and sniffled quietly. A new bunch of tears were wetting your face, sobs racked your body and at this point you were panting for breath. He had really moved you. And even though you knew he was saying some of those things because you were a little sad, you decided to enjoy the comfort and question yourself later. It made you feel a little better all the same.
"Thank you" you got out.
"Your welcome." He replied right away "Y/N can you take some more breaths for me please? Where are you now?" He asked. Was he concerned? He sounded frustrated enough and like he was pacing up and down on his room.
"Out. We came to the market with dad. He..left but I have a little more shopping to do." You sheepishly replied, leaving the walking away from the car incident out of the conversation. You already over shared.
"You should head home and talk with your dad. And call me after. Okay?" The pacing had seized and a loud thud was heard maybe as he landed on the bed.
"Okay.." you said slowly, now more in control of your breathing "You sent me pictures of your trip, okay?" It would be wonderful to see something as pretty as the snowy mountain.
"Okay" he mumbled more quietly now, as if he was being heard. Maybe Jeongin come in. "Talk to you later" he said and you half- heartly bid him goodbye.
The ride home was a long one. You thought over and over what to say to your dad. You were a bit cruel and you exaggerated a lot. An apology should be the first thing that leaves your mouth, you concluded.
As you neared the door, it flew open revealing your very worried dad. He looked trousled, his hair (or whatever was left of it anyway) was messy as if he run his hands relentlessly, his face was flushed as he was crying.
"Dad what-?" Was all you managed to get out, before you were cradled into his arms. He didn't talk, just squeezed you harder. A sound like a sniffle was heard and just as you made to question it, you were drugged on the inside.
"Dad?"you questioned, standing still. He was pacing back and forth now right in front of you in the middle of your living room. "Dad!" You exclaimed successfully catching his attention. "I am sorry"
He looked at you before engulfing you between his arms again. "No, baby. I am sorry" And with that sentence it was like he opened up the gates and tears welled up in your face.
"I didn't want to be a burden! You have so- so much going on h-here! And! And I was t-trying to do w-what I can on my own" you sobbed. Your nose was blocked and your voice wobbled as you tried to get the point across.
Just then hands cradled your face making you meet his eyes. "Baby..you are not a burden. It is my duty as your father to provide for you. You don't have to think about money all the time. I am here for you"
Hearing those words you broke down again in the safety of his arms, your troubles seemed so little and insignificant. For now you could be a little vulnerable and less tough.
Hours later, you were freshly bathed and in bed, ready to go to sleep when your phone rang. You reached over to your desk to grab it. Only to see a familiar name flashing across your screen.
"Hey Minnie" you whispered.
"Hey.. how are you? You.. didn't call so I... yeah" It was quiet on his end, he should be in his room by now, tired from the day's activities but he still made the effort to call you. You felt grateful you had met such good people.
"I am good. We talked about everything. Maybe I will cut back a few days to relax and study a bit more." You said as you cuddled into the bed, the emotional day finally catching up with you. You felt your eyes drop, but you willed them to open up again.
"That's good. You should rest more. You deserve it" he replied back, tone gentle. You weren't used to hearing him like that. Sweet and gentle.
"Seungmin.. thank you. It means a lot to me that you called"you said quietly. Hoping you weren't dumping much on him.
Quiet was all you heard through the line for a bit and then "I wanted too. I wanted to comfort you as you did to me the other day. I don't talk much about that time and it felt.. good...that the first thing you said to me about that period ,where I was not in a good state..it was that my smile was shinning"
You smiled. For some reason, hearing you made him feel lighter and happy made you lighter in return. It always did for some reason. All the times that he did things out of his comfort zone, all the times he followed along with your schemes, everytime he smiled at you and comforted you. You liked it..
You liked him.
You blinked twice at the sudden though. You liked him?
Your first thought about the guy was that he was way too stuck up and insufferable to get along with. Where did all this came from? Maybe from all the times he cared, when you twisted your leg, when he cared for you when you were drunk, when you silently sat at your home and watched dramas, when he came by the coffee shop to sit with you.
Ohh. You were officially fucked.
"Y/N?"
His voice pulled you out of your daydream. Face completely flushed at this point, lips bitten to shreds and eyes wide you only could stare at your phone.
"Y-Yeah! I-I was looking for my charger! This thing always runs out of battery" you explained, thankful for once for your ability to lie easily.
"Maybe if you didn't spent all of your day on your phone the battery would be okay" he teased, trying to get a reaction out of you. And he got it
"Hey!" you whined loudly to your speaker. But the only response was his giggles, that warmed your heart a little more. Suddenly you didn't want to got off the phone, you want to hear him speak idly about his day and poke fun at you. So you asked just that and as if he was thinking the same he eagerly spoke.. It was well into the morning when you hang up, your heart lighter than ever and a silly smile plastered onto your face, even in sleep.
Fifteen days passed before you could even blink.
The cheery homey atmosphere at home, the meetings with your friends and the calls with Seungmin filled your day to the brim.
Yesterday was the first shift of the year. It was lovely to see all your coworkers and friends together again. Your boss, being the generous woman that she was, had prepared gifts for everyone. You had been gifted a black ribbon that served as a hair tie. It was adorable. And a discreet reminder to tie your hair during work hours.
your hair during work hours.
Now you stood before the library, waiting at your usual spot for Seungmin, with your own gift in your hands. The cap was nothing much and you were sure it wasn't even original, but along with the pair of blue mittens and a scarf, you hoped they were enough.
You eyed the people coming.
No sign of Seungmin yet.
A quick glance at your phone told you, it was a minute past your agreed time so you would let it slide. You busied yourself by replying to some texts from Hong Joong and Ryunjin, when you felt a presence behind you. With a quick glance, you found yourself looking straight into a pair of chocolate eyes.
You yelped from the surprise and the closeness. "Kim Seungmin!" You barked, hands coming to clutch your heart. Furious giggles greeted you in return. You looked up to see him, the two weeks apart treated him good. He seemed refreshed and lively, who knows what kind of mischief he had caused along with Jeongin. You instinctively reached up and slapped away his hand, that was covering his smile. He didn't dodge your efforts, letting himself be hit.
"Hello" he said when his giggles seized.
"Hi"you got out.
He looked even cuter on person, was your first thought. You mentally slapped yourself. Come on Y/N! You have known him since October! You were together almost every day since mid October! Those were the rose tinted glasses people talked about. "How was your break?"
"As you don't know" he said, rolling his eyes. "We have been talking almost everyday" he quoted and starting walking towards the double doors of the library.
"Wait!" You yelped, clutching nervously his gift. You were beginning to sweat purposefully and you felt way beyond yourself. "I...um..I got you this!" You thrusted the cute bag in front of you, body all stiff.
He cocked his head to the side and walked over to where you stood. Gingerly he reached for the bag, opening it gently as you would take it away from him. Slowly a smile spread on his face, he looked up briefly to you and then down again on his gift. He took it out and wore it, with a proud smile on his face. "How do I look?" He asked, turning his head from right to left so you can see him from all the possible angles.
"Adorable" you teased, now at ease. Blue suited him, you thought and you told him so, your words bringing a pretty flush on his ears. He then cleared his throat and began searching in his backpack. After a beat, his hands come up clutching a small white bag. With a embarrassed smile, he extended the bag to you.
"I guess we had the same thought" he explained, looking over your head before fleetingly meeting your eyes. You felt a warm feeling spreading over your body as you gazed from him to your gift. You sent a big toothy smile his way before taking the bag and taking a look inside. Inside the bag sat a smaller bag made of tulle, which contained the most beautiful pair of earrings you had seen. A dangly thing it was. A single pink cherry blossom sat, where you supposed your lobe would be and from it three almost invisible chains ran down, petals sprinkled over the chains. You loved them.
"Thank you Seungmin. I love it" you said, tucking it safely back into the box.
He smiled at you and shaked his head. "It just reminded me of you. Shall we?"he asked, pointing at the building behind you.
"We shall" you answered.
The next few days were a dream.
You all came back, hang out, had multiple night outs and had been having a blast.
You hadn't noticed how Seungmin had warmed himself up in your daily routine. You met almost daily, his friends always lurked around the cafe, either because they were working in it (insert Jisung) either because they enjoyed the place. You had officially met Jeongin, who you always chatted with on your video chats with Seungmin, but never actually met. He was a sweetheart and always ready to mercilessly tease the grumpy boy.
But, unfortunately, you were not the only ones that reconnected. Soojin and Seungmin reconnected. And they reconnected really good.They had been actively hanging out. Mainly on the cafe, occasionally out of it. You saw their stories and how they discussed where they would be going.
And you were seething.
You wondered all those past months.. how did you manage to stand this? Not only you had to watch them on your shifts, you had Seungmin telling you all about his conversations with her. On the past you had no problem, now things were...a little different. But you hadn't had the heart to tell him to stop talking. You always wanted to hear him talk about things that made him excited, even this.
Today though was your day though.
You had a new series you wanted to watch. You had prepared masks and facials you had been dying to try out. As you searched through the fridge you realized. You had forgotten the beer. Usually your fridge was fully stocked and ready to serve, but a certain non drinker (as he had called himself) had been through 5 cans of beer the last time he was here leaving you dry. As you were contemplating running a quick errand to the market down the street, your phone rung. You checked the caller, seeing exactly what you wanted.
"Seungmin! Perfect timing! We ran out of beer. Can you get some on your way here?" You asked as you filled up the bowl with your favourite barbeque pop corn.
"Y/N...I hate to do this but do you think we can .. reschedule?"he said, tone slightly off.
You assumed the worst. Seungmin was nothing if not punctual.
"Are you okay? Do you feel alright? Did something happened with Minho or Jeongin?"you stressed, hands immediately flying up to trousle your tresses.
"No! No, I.. had made plans with Soojin and I kinda mixed the days"he said, carefully.
Oh.
Of course he would prefer to spend his night with Soojin than you. You bit your lip, unsure what to do. Of course you minded. Not only it was the second time he did that to you, it was for the same person as well. But you couldn't exactly tell him that, could you? "No..I.. don't mind. Have fun" you slowly said, voice void of emotion in order not to betray your true one.
For a moment you thought that he would question you about your tone and your robotic manner, but he eventually signed. "I will make it up to you. I swear" he said.
You hummed and muttered a simple goodbye. Energy suddenly drained and with your mood bungee jumping through the floor, you decided a wine or a beer would be definitely needed after all. So you grumpily grabbed your coat and your old sneakers making a bee line to the store. You entered, greeted the cashier and taking your familiar basket to browse the selves for anything that caught your fancy. You had a couple chocolate bars in it and you were standing in front of the fridge with the alcohol when the sound of your name being called grabbed your attention.
Turning your head, you met with a two coloured head and a bright smile.
Hong Joong.
You smiled and waved him over.
"I haven't seen you since before the holidays!" He exclaimed as a greeting, crushing you into a bear hug.
"Happy New Year Joongie!" You giggled, as you took a step back. His stare fell from your face to your basket to the fridge you were currently standing in front of.
"Not so happy right now, is it?" He asked knowingly. A grimace overtook your face, not being able to lie, you nodded.
"I admit it could have gone better" you signed and then asked, half turned to him, half scanning the alcohol. "Did you finish your project?"
"Yeah! We still have a check over left, but it was all smooth sailing" he laughed, clearly at ease. You envied him. Especially now, that the exams were looming over your head with the threat of expulsion. And there was the thing with Seungmin. You know the recently discovered and one sided feelings you had for him. Your thoughts must have manifested on your face because soon he was asking what's wrong.
"My friend, to tell the story it would take a long time and alcohol" you preached, eyeing the strawberry flavored soju bottle.
"I got time" he announced, making you turn at him. You raised your eyebrows and he nodded.
"In that case what kind of soju flavor do you prefer?" You required.
After a few hours later and some (a lot) of drinks later you were okay. Your second tutor became the first one to learn of your feelings for your third one. Ironic. But Hong Joong had a calmness that made you feel perfectly at ease telling him that. He had adviced you to go for it and he had admitted he thought you guys were already dating. You had snorted at this.
You wished.
But Hong Joong was wrong. He had been right about Seungmin curling himself up and begging for mercy as he did that the very next morning. But he hadn't seen coming the next rejections.
Three weeks in and Seungmin had cancelled on you 5 times. Soojin this, Soojin that. You had grown tired of hearing how great the girl was. Not to mention insecure. She was pretty, nice, kind. What hasn't she had? And do you have?
You tried to drown your feelings and feigned empathy towards the sudden cancellations and ruined plans. But you felt heavier with every ruined outing or night in. Those 5 times were enough for your eyes to shine maliciously green. You were beyond yourself jealous and you didn't know what to do and how to act before Seungmin anymore. Maybe a little more distance would do you good, maybe you could salvage a little of your heart. Yeah, a little distance is good.
And apparently you must wear your heart on your sleeves because Seungmin caught right on. He apologized about the plans alright, but now every time you made plans you would find an excuse to avoid him. You had to go shopping with Yuqi or you had agreed to meet with Hong Joong and you couldn't cancel last minute. You even tried to cut down on your study time and that's when he knew that something was definitely wrong, after all exams were a mere 3 weeks away and you needed that time.
Ηe stepped up then.
That's why today you waiting for him in your house, practically vibrating with nervous energy. He seemed on guard when he called you. Almost awkward. But then he probably mimicked your own behavior. Your lips were bitten to shreds and your nails bloody by the time the doorbell rung. You gulped down as much air as you could and you opened the door.
And there he stood.
The cap you had gifted him on his head, black puffer jacket engulfing him and with an adorable flush on his cheeks, probably from the cold. You took a step back, inviting him in silently. He made his way into your home, now the surroundings familiar to him and plopped down to your couch. He cocked his head to the empty side of the couch, silently asking you to seat.
You made your way to him and before you could even sit on the couch, he started the interogation.
"What is going on?" He asked, always his straightforward and level headed self.
Truth or lie, that is the question. But right now lying seemed like your only ally. "What do you mean?" You asked carefully.
"I mean you are avoiding me. You are cancelling our plans. You even wanted to cancel the lessons!" His voice was steady, raising slightly at the end, making you feel even worse for a moment. And then you remembered the scene of them sitting together at the cafe, the phone call to cancel your plans and the words flew out of your mouth without your consent.
"Like you didn't do the same" you returned, a scoff leaving you.
His eyes widen at the mockery that was present in your voice, but they quickly changed, they seemed like steel now. "I cancelled on you once" he reasoned, hands coming together to grip each other tightly. "Only once"
"No, you cancelled after we already made plans once. You had been pushing around the dates that we planned and the hangouts 5 times at least! I guess that happens when you get a girlfriend" you commented, lips pulled back in a snarl, your face an menacing grimace now.
"Ohh so you can hang out with Hong Joong, but I can't hangout with Soojin" he chided, tone ice cold.
"Don't compare the two. It's totally different" you reasoned, frustration causing your voice to raise. You turned to face him fully on the couch now, he seemed as agitated as you felt. "Besides I hanged out with Hong Joong the times that you left me stranded" you spat.
He flinched at that. Head hanging low for a beat and then raising again, ready for a duel. "I like Soojin that's why I am hanging out with her. You were supposed to be happy for me. That was the deal"
It was your time to flinch at that. That was a low blow, even though he didn't know. "So why don't you go now to her?" You bitterly asked, looking away.
He sat silent for a moment. Staring at his hands. When his voice shattered the silence.
"I will confess tomorrow. That's what I wanted to tell you" he breathed, twisting his hands nervously at the thought, letting his guard down for a second.
Your heart plummeted in response to those words. It felt like an invisible hand went through your chest, grabbing your poor heart with its only purpose to rip her right out.
Your vision that stayed nailed to the faded corner of your coffee table started blurring little by little, like you were looking at the world through mist eyed lenses. You closed your eyes not wanting to let the tears escape and betray the deviation you were felling inside right at this moment.
"I guess the deal is over.. But I..I will see you around Y/N." He smiled an odd uncomfortable smile that showed the confusion he was feeling, and even though not a word come out of your mouth, he got up, gathered his things, walked to the front door and left.
Upon hearing the sound of the door closing the tears that you tried so hard to keep, were now slowly dripping down your face. Your mouth was trembling, lifting and dropping, as if it couldn't decide what expression to keep to express your sorrow better. Even breathing was more difficult now, due to the blockage in your nose. But all that wasn't what was important right now.
You were losing him.You had lost him before having a chance to tell him how you feel.
Suddenly you weren't on the sofa anymore, you were up and running. Running after him. You flew out of the door and raced towards the stairs, you didn't have time to wait for the elevator to arrive, instead you headed to the stairs. When you reached the entrance your breath was unstable and the place under your ribs hurting from the sudden work out but you paid them mo mind. You run outside, turning your head left and right trying to locate his disappearing figure. There! There he was! By the end of the street, a lone figure, coat clad and on top of his head sat a very familiar cap. Your gift to him specifically.
"SEUNGMIN!" You yelled with all your might. He heard your panicked call and turned towards you. But before he could take a step to your direction, you were already running. Running before time caught up with you.
You reached him, panting from the rally. He looked beautiful. In the middle of the street, lights hitting him just right to appear ethereal, his hoodie and black thick coat made him appear warm in the cold winter night, almost like a beacon, calling you closer. His capped head cocked slightly to his right made him more adorable as he waited for you to breath normally and tell him why you chased after him.
"I like you" you blurted out incapable of controlling your feelings anymore. "I like the way you always scold me when I do the wrong thing so I can try harder, l like when even though you pretend to be cold you are always so considerate, I like how you are always so adamant to be right and react so adorable when things don't go your way, I like how passionate you are. I like how we can be silent and watch stupid shows together. I like how you sent me every little thing you thing it's cute so you can share it with me. I like how easy are to get with, contrary to first opinions. I like how I am with you. I like who I am because of you. I like you Kim Seungmin" Tears were still filling your vision, you could now see your breath in front of you in the darkness of the night but you didn't care. You needed to tell him, you had told him and right then you felt so light like you could float away.
One look in his wide eyes though, told you that maybe you should fly away, flew the scene and most devastating of all something told you that maybe you couldn't have your chance after all.
"Y-Y/N I..I-" he tried getting out and your whole world tumbled down. "I don't know- I am not sure if I feel the same-" he could have stabbed your heart and it would hurt less than what you were feeling right now.
He doesn't know.
A new set of tears came to your eyes, but this time you were incapable of holding them in. A sob was clawing it's way out of your throat, only escaping a mere second before you slapped your hand over your mouth in order to keep it in.
"Y/N!" He exclaimed, taking a step towards you, hand raised as if to wipe your tears away, but your shaken step back stopped him. You shook your head as you took another step back. He didn't want you. Even though you told him everything.. he didn't want you. You turned around and blindly runned.
"Y/N!!Y/N wait!" He shouted after you.
Nothing stopped you though.
He didn't stop you.
An excruciating pain clawed at your chest making you blind to anything except your inner turmoil. You reached your apartment door in a pained haze, bursted in and let your sobs take over. Painful sob after painful sob racked you, making you unable to comprehend anything around you. You didn't know how much time you spent there against your front door, crying your heart out. All you knew was that you were light headed, your ears were ringing and your grip over the world was slipping.
It was exactly as you feared.
You had told him and you weren't enough to keep him.
You weren't everything he wanted.
You weren't good enough to love.
You would never be good enough.
You picked yourself up from the floor, took the remaining steps towards the sofa and slumped over it. You hadn't enough strength to fight the oblivion from taking over. The last image your mind concurred was of Seungmin-wide eyed in reaction to your confession and tears slipped down your eyes again as you finally slipped into the oblivion.
After that night you had made it your mission to avoid him at all costs.
Your shame and pettiness didn't allow anything less than that.
You had blocked both his number and his instagram, which you had crafted slowly together.
Seungmin had made several attempts to contact you ever since that night. He had come by your workplace as he had deemed the phone useless by now but you had taken a couple days off work. Not wanting to worry your father with an unexpected surprise and not wanting to be alone in your apartment, you had crashed at Yuqi's for a few days, hoping your dramatic ass wasn't too much for her. Her roommate Soyeon rolled her eyes at you for crying over a boy but joined your pity party anyways, not able to resist pizza.
With exams drawing near, you unfortunately had to study. Looking at your notebooks and books filled with Seungmin's neat handwriting you felt like they mocked you. But you had to get through this, for this stupid scholarship you made the deal, for this you broke your heart.
Eventually you had to get back to work. Your days went smoothly, you ticked in, greeted your regulars, small talked with Jisung and now you were on the front on cashier's duty. You heard the door opening and you opened your mouth automatically to greet the customer, but the sight in front of you left your mouth dry. Seungmin bursted through the door, panting as he made a bee line straight to you. He came with such strength that he collided against the counter. He looked wild, hair a mess and clothes hastily put on.
"Y/N! Where- Nevermind! I need to talk to you." He got out, hands inching over the counter to reach you.
But you took a step back and with a tone as cold as you could muster you stated "I don't have anything to talk about with you" You could do this. You spent enough days crying over him. You wouldn't cry anymore.
"Please! I have to tel-"
"Seungmin." You cut him off, staring him dead in the eye. His desperate appearance and big eyes made you crumble a little inside. "I said everything I had to say. You gave me your answer. We have nothing to talk about"
"No you don't understand. I-" he rushed his words in order to get something across, but to his bad luck and to your good one, a customer cut your conversation short.
"Excuse me? Can I order?" A unfamiliar face inquired.
"Yes, of course." You called over Seungmin's shoulder before turning to him "If you excuse me, I have work to do" you ushered him gently to the side and tried to pay him no mind.
Seungmin had made several other attempts to contact you.
You still avoided him as much as you could, but it was a bit difficult when he stood there looking at you. You tried to not talk to him while he tried to corner you. You had instructed Ryunjin to not let him near you. You would break if you did. Even now the sad looks were getting to you.
This thing was going on for a week and a half. You hadn't spoken to each other seven days now if you included the small talk by the cashier the other day. You weren't ready to hear him, you weren't ready for him to tell you that he was together and happy with Soojin while you were over here, green with envy and with a large challenge in front of you.
Exams were starting.
You weren't even there, neither mentally nor emotionally. But you had to fight it. Your scholarship depended on it.
Fake it till you make it.
So fake it tou did. You forced yourself to work on your studies. In the mist of it all, little notes had been finding their way into your things.
Don't forget the formula!
Keep on working hard!
Hope we can talk..
You had a pretty good idea on who was the writer.
And it pained you greatly. Why was he going through all this trouble. You had gotten his message and while he was being nice trying to make sure you were alright, you would rather he wouldn't. He was making this too hard on you.
He had Soojin now. All was good, right?
The truth was you hadn't seen him with Soojin,not once. The girl's visits were few now, that she had started on her finals (earlier as all the art students did), but when she appeared she had gifted you a knowing smile. A secret only she knew apparently, because you had no idea why she was looking at you like that. You didn't pointed that out, in fact you hadn't looked at her that much.
And exams rolled in.
The first three subjects were a success.. Of course you couldn't escape the dread that filled you everytime you sat behind the desk, but you had managed alright. It was manageable till now, but the big threats (maths and physics, you couldn't even utter their names!) had yet to come.
You had picked up less hours at the cafe in order to prepare yourself. You were a tutor down yet again, albeit this time a little more painful.
And finally the d-day arrived. You raised your head, shoulders pulled back.
Pens? Check.
Pencils? Check.
Water? Check.
Student ID? Check.
Note from Seungmin?... Check
The little yellow note was safely tucked in your pocket last minut,e because you couldn't bear to part with it. He had sticked to your front door last night, you showed it when you came over from work and it had moved you to tears. Gosh, you were such a crybaby now!
You knew that your conversation was long overdue. Three weeks have already passed and even though you wanted to, you couldn't bring yourself to.
But that was a problem that future Y/N had to deal with.
Now you needed your head in the game.
You had maths to do, you thought as you marched to your possible doom.
You had passed!
The endless hours, the blood, the sweat and the tears you had spilled were all worth it. Admittedly you had made it barely, but you had made it! You had made an exceptional progress on physics too, acquiring a better grade than you originally thought you would.
You were beyond happy and your immediately thought was of your beloved tutor. You should contact him, firstly to thank him and secondly for a conversation you had apparently left in the middle, what was left to say was beyond you.
You were playing with your phone currently, the contract named Puppy open and ready to be called. You bit your lips, your finger hovering above the button when a voice stopped you on your track.
Soojin.
"Hello Y/N" she pleasantly greeted, an ever lasting smile on her face.
"Soojin, hi. The usual?" You asked, not in the mood for pleasantries. You had already turned your back to the girl to make her coffee.
"To go, please" she called sweetly to you, getting a sharp nod in response. "How is Seungmin?" she asked, voice still dripping honey. You froze. While you didn't know Soojin that well, you didn't think she was the type to gloat in your face about her winning Seungmin's heart. You appeared to be wrong again.
"How should I know? Shouldn't I be asking you that?" You returned coldly, trying to hold yourself back. You were at work, you wouldn't be caught fighting like a 6-year-old for a doll you both wanted. Not that Seungmin was a price to be had. He was just as pretty as a doll thought.
"Ahh, you still didn't talk with him" she signed. You turned to place her drink of choice on the counter, ready for her to be gone. "Why are you avoiding him?" She said, head cocked to the right, making her seem all too innocent for your liking.
You almost scoffed "I don't think this is any of your business" you answered while you took her card to ring up her order.
For the first time her face turned sour and a determinated pout appeared on her face "Well I am making it my own goddamn business. We talked with Seungmin. We made everything clear. He likes you and I like Eric" she answered, sassiness dripping from her tongue this time.
What?
"What?" You voiced out loud, shock obvious on your face. Seungmin did what?
"Yeah, you know tall, blonde and handsome?" She quoted, raising her hand a ridiculous amount above her head to indicate Eric's height.
"I know how Eric is! I told him what drink you like for god's shake!" You exclaimed, teeth grinding together.
She looked like the cat who got the milk as she thanked you for that. You blinked.
"I don't understand. You and Seungmin went on so many dates" you mumbled.
She looked quite guilty this time "I already apologized to Seungmin about that. I was trying to...make Eric jealous" she admitted, her eyes focused, all of a sudden, on the coffee in her grasp.
"The photography exhibition?" You asked, dazed.
"Eric was managing a tent there" she whispered, head low.
"The movies?" You insisted.
"A girl from Computer Science had invited him! Gosh, how much I don't like her! She always made heart eyes at him!" She scoffed, sounding much like you when you cursed her in your head.
You felt your jaw slagging, mouth open whole you stared at her. Really? Seungmin liked you?
She glanced at you, seeing how you were taking it all in. "He told me he thought that he liked me. When I asked him what did he meant by 'he thought', he explained the deal to me. He seemed so happy when he talked about you, content." She smiled at you, that knowing smile she had been sending lately. "When I asked him if he perhaps liked you, he blinked and nodded. He even apologized!" She giggled and you joined too. Socially awkward and adorable as always. "He cares about you. And I think you should talk to him, Y/N" she finished.
You nodded, still dazed from all the information. She saluted you silently and walked out the door.
What Soojin said stayed with you. You weren't sure if she was being truthful or not, but you had already decided to contact him, you reasoned with yourself. At least that's what you told yourself as you send the message at 10 p.m.
You had fully expected to be left on read for days maybe even to beg him him for a small talk, so the immediate response, needless to say, surprised you. The answer left you at a total loss.
You immediately tensed up. You hadn't expected him to rush here that late. But better now than never, you guessed.
Not even twenty minutes later, there was knocking on your front door. You took a deep breath and opened your door.
And there he stood. He was panting, as if he sprinted here, his face was flushed and adorably nervous. His eyes ranked over you, taking you in the way you were doing to him right now.
You watched him for a moment too long, the weeks of not seeing him were catching up with you. He looked tired as well, he had bags under his eyes and his face was sucked in. Worry fleetingly took over you as you took a step in his direction, but the way his eyes were, so intensely, focused on you, not shying away, reminded you of your situation. Letting out a breath you took a step back, allowing him to enter your home. His eyes fell from your face momentarily as he took the step in, gently closing your door behind him.
The two of you stood there, tense and not knowing where to begin. You had said everything that you had to say, so you stood there utterly defeated. Discarded in favor of Soojin by the very boy that stood in your living room. By the very first boy that was begging to win your heart. Or do you thought. If what Soojin had said to you was true...then why reject you? Tears threatened to make an appearance (as they often did those days) but you pushed them back and sucked your cheek. "How have you been? Did you do good on your exams?" You asked, a small smile on your lips as you gestured at your couch.
He returned the awkward smile you sent him, taking a seat across you. "I am doing.. alright, I guess. I have done well in my exams. You?" He asked, pointing at you.
A bigger smile overtook your face. "We did it!" You exclaimed as you wanted to do since the morning that you learned the news. "I mean, it was a little above average but... I passed nonetheless" you cheered.
He made a grimace "A little above average?" He asked, scrunching his nose.
"What? Will you say you teached me better than that?" You inquired, lounging better in your spot, smiling all the way up to your ears.
"Will you throw me out if I say that?" He asked, head cocking to the side. His tone was a mix of sassiness and uncertainty.
You deserved that, you guessed. "No, I will not" you mumbled, not able to look into his eyes.
"Then, yes. I taught you better than that" he quoted, lightly giggling to easy up the tension. It brought a smile to your face, but you quickly sobered up.
"Why are you here, Seungmin?" You asked, plain and simple, tired.
The boy took a breath, shoulders squaring as if to ready himself "I am sorry"
A slap.
Right on your face. You swallowed your words and returned nothing, wanting to hear what he had come here to say. "I was an idiot. A moron. When you told me you..liked me, I hadn't thought about it. I mean..we ar-" he looked at the floor briefly as if willing himself to remember pointers he wrote, but he picked up when he left off shortly "We are close. We talk every day, we joke around, watch movies together. I had gotten used to you, you were an ally, a friend. I hadn't thought about you in..that light.." you turned your face away, facing the wall, a few stray tears escaping your eyes. He took notice of your state, quickly scooting over, closer to you, one hand on your arm, the other gripping feather light the place your neck and jaw connected. You raised your hands, a motion that meant to shoo him away, but he didn't budge. He stood there looking over you, worried and painfully tender.
"That was what I thought I felt. But Y/N, I don't face time my friends everyday for hours, I don't text them to remind them to study or eat, I don't have reminders to tell me to text them, I.. don't catch myself thinking they are pretty or wishing they were closer when we are watching movies..I don't dance with them and think they are beautiful and wish I could kiss them." he continued, voice quieter as he went on, the last part almost inaudible. If you weren't in front of him, almost locked in his arms, you wouldn't be able to hear him.
But you could.
And your heart was pumping so hard that you could hear it in your ears, your breath was short. You were hanging from his every word. What? What was he saying?
"I didn't ran like a madman to find a pair of earrings for them. The exact copy of the earrings they were looking at the festival..I failed at that one, but I think cherry blossoms suit you better anyway" he breathed, a low laugh escaping him. How he could remember that was beyond you. Had he always paid that much attention to you?
"I don't go mad when I don't talk to them for a few days" he whined, clearly embarrassed if the flush on his face and ears said something. "I don't beat myself up for hesitating to return their feelings" he finished.
That was a confession? "What then?What am I, Seungmin? What am I to you?" You challenged, looking him straight at the eyes. Yours reflected resolution and a fiery temper, his.. reflected guilt and affection, that much you could read, but also pain and hopefulness.
He took a shaky breath and dived in, sealing his lips over your own. You stood frozen for a moment, Seungmin overtaking all of your senses. All you could smell was his manly and wonderful cologne, all you could taste was the mint on his lips and an essence, so clearly him you couldn't explain otherwise. All you could feel were his soft hands clasping you affectionately, his plush lips on your, his eyelashes tickling you gently. All you saw, before closing your eyes, was fluffy hair and his beautiful face coming closer. You got lost in the moment, reciprocating the kiss before your mind could talk you out of it. You reached up, waving your hands into his soft hair, bringing him closer. Your mouth opened, inviting him in and pressed yourself complete onto him, wanting to fell him touch every inch of you. You kissed him fiercely, with a passion, he gladly returned. You felt him draping himself around you, holding you desperately and with a passion you hadn't expected to show to your person.
All you now was that you were experiencing pure bliss. You didn't want it to end.
You didn't know how much time you were kissing, tasting each other eagerly, having gotten lost at the feelings but eventually you had to part to get some air inside of you. You didn't exactly separate, he retreated just enough so he can rest his forehead against yours. You could feel his breath in your mouth, that was also covered in the taste of him. You opened your eyes to look at him, seeing him already gazing adoring at you. And then he spoke.
'I like you" he stated confidently. Face flushed, lips even more kissable than before and eyes alit. "You never were just a friend in my mind. I just...I never have been in a serious relationship..I didn't know what I was supposed to be looking for. But when they asked me what I wanted and I started describing, I realized I was describing you, Y/N" he whispered, nusling closer to your face. The proximity was driving you crazy and his words was making it worse. It was all too much to take in at once.
"Soojin" you mumbled, the close distance between your faces allowing him to hear you. "What about her? You said you like her" you mewled, pained. The same guilty feeling resurfaced on his face again and his hands tightened around you.
"I am so so sorry" he nearly sniffled. As soon as you heard the little sniffle, alarms went off inside your head and you immediately drew closer, hiding your face on the crook of his neck, arms tenderly patting him for comfort. You felt him rest his head on top of yours and nussle his face in your hair. "I thought I did. I hadn't thought about the chance that you.. I didn't know what I was feeling and God-" he took a big breath and started again "I thought I liked her, but when you confessed, don't get me wrong I was super surprised but I couldn't get you out of my mind, so I told her. And it ended up being alright because she-"
"Likes Eric. I know" you completed.
"How?" He asked.
You crewed your neck back in order to see him better and gave him a small smile. "She came over at work. She spilled everything. And for the matter, I think they look cute together."
"Hey! Are you calling me ugly?!" He protested lightly, hands tickling you and making you let out loud giggles.
"Stop!" You shrieked, burrowing yourself deeper in his arms. He did and hugged you tighter in return. "I think you look cuter with me" you cheekily murmured squished against his neck.
He laughed briefly and slowly he unwinded himself from around you. You immediately missed his warmth.
"I am so sorry for all of this" he got out, guiltily. "I have made a mistake. A stupid one. And ..and if you take me back I promise not to make the same ones again. I promise to listen to you and try to express myself more...I.."he trailed off, unsure what else to promise you. You quietly giggled to yourself.
You liked him too much to hold it over him. You liked him too much for you own good.
So you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck again. He immediately cradled you near, not missing the chance to hold you.
"You promise to never make the same mistake again? And talk to me instead of mumbling nonsense?" You inquired, your hands reaching up to cradle his face gently. He closed his eyes for a moment in tot bliss, before snapping them open and nodding.
"I promise" he stated.
"And you must promise to do what I ask of you" you pouted, dragging the words out, now in a playful mood.
But he eagerly nodded his head, taking your every request without complains. "I promise"
"Even when I ask you to go photoshooting with me?" You wondered, eyes scanning him. But he easily let out a giggle, nodded before ducking to kiss your nose, setting off butterflies in your stomach. You pressed your lips together in order to seal a smile before continuing.
"Even when I ask you to watch boring dramas with me?" You asked, eyebrows raising, remembering his distain in your pickings.
"Mmhhmm"he let out easily, as his eyes swept over you with literal stars sprawled over them.
"Even when the Wyverns are on and you wanna see them?" You mischievously asked, beaming up at him. He chuckled, drawing you closer than ever, not an inch separating your bodies.
"Even then" he agreed, content with you in his arms.
"You got yourself a deal then" you said, cheekily, peaking up at him. He opened his eyes at the sound of that, meeting your gaze, full of intent and tenderness. Now affection and playfulness twirled in his own eyes, so much in contrast with the cold boy that you had met all those months ago.
"Deal" he said, reaching down to seal this deal with a press of our lips.
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I'm gonna Go There for a second: for a bunch of fuckers who won't shut up about being the OnLy PeOpLe with reading comprehension, them thinking that the Nabateans committed ANY genocide at all is, ironically enough, them not comprehending what they're reading.
"[The False God] will bring extinction to all children of men, and salvation to all beasts of the land, sky, and sea. For the children of men who spilled too much of the blood of life, it promises only cruel retribution. The False God must be defeated before the world sinks into a watery grave. To this end, the children of men have erected pillars of light upon the land. Thinis, Malum, Septen, and Llium were utterly destroyed. Those lands have vanished from this world. Yet even still, the False God stands. And soon, a flood aptly named Despair will drown this world.
The children of men fled to the depths of the earth, beyond the sight of the False God, beyond the embrace of the sacred sun, and beyond the reach of the waters of Despair. They swore a fervent oath of revenge against the surface world, ruled by beasts, and against their tormentor, the False God."
What this is saying:
Sothis will bring extinction to all children of men... who have already killed too many people. Meaning by this own propaganda's logic she is NOT bringing extinction, she's just killing specific people who have done horrific deeds to OTHER PEOPLE already
Sothis had not and has not flooded the world. "must be defeated before the world sinks into a watery grave" "And soon, a flood aptly named Despair will drown this world" - all the language pretty much explicitly says that she hasn't done shit, they just arbitrarily think she will and went underground because of this arbitrary belief. AND, even if there WAS a flood... obviously it DIDN'T bring about the apocalypse?? Because we can, like???? Play the fucking game in Fodlan??? Which has plenty of nature in it that's just fine and NOT soaked in water??? So either there wasn't a flood and the Agarthans were COMPLETELY wrong, or there WAS a "flood" of some kind and it didn't do anything like "sinking the world into a watery grave" and the Agarthans were STILL wrong.
"To this end, the children of men have erected pillars of light upon the land. Thinis, Malum, Septen, and Lilum were utterly destroyed... Yet even still, the False God remains." Meaning that despite these lands still standing, the propaganda details shock at Sothis being alive. Meaning that CLEARLY, it was THE AGARTHANS that fucking blew up those lands in an attempt to kill Sothis, not the Nabateans. Meaning that FUCKING CLEARLY, it was THE AGARATHANS that nearly killed all of humanity, NOT THE FUCKING NABATEANS. Of course they would blame the Nabateans for it, because they need a scapegoat to cover for their fumble of the fucking millennium - OF FUCKING COURSE they're not going to say "in our attempt to murder Sothis for no reason we the Agarthans killed scores and scores of Agarthans, our bad dawg" and the fact that people like that mod and that reblogger ACTUALLY FUCKING BELIEVED THEM AT THEIR WORD is absolutely ASTONISHING ("NeItHeR tHe AgArThAnS nOr NaBaTeAnS cAn Be CoNsIdErEd UnBiAsEd SoUrCeS" SHUT THE FUCK UP you could ONLY FUCKING THINK the Nabateans were oppressors BY TAKING THE AGARTHANS'S WORDS AT FACE VALUE AND COMPLETELY IGNORING THE NABATEANS' holy good GOD does that shit piss me off).
And just. "Nemesis was still considered a liberator even though Rhea rewrote history!!" yeah because evil tyrants have NEVER EVER EVER forced their oppressed people to unironically revere them as gods before!! With that sort of national brainwashing being something that becomes CULTURAL FACT and something that is EXTREMELY FUCKING HARD to erase, that definitely doesn't exist!! I bet Kim Gung Un really is such a swell guy, ask anyone from North Korea!! MY GOD these people would fall into Scientology just by LOOKING at a poster for it I swear.
Sorry that you have these assholes all over your post, they are legitimately infuriating with how blatantly they just repeat the worst kind of rhetoric with zero self-awareness
PREACH IT ANON! PREACH IT!!!
The Agarthan propaganda piece even admits they started the entire fucking thing lmaoooo. It was a self fulfilling prophecy.
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Kimchay in Hogwarts (pt.2)
Part 1
Kim stared at the outstretched hand with an eyebrow raised for a few seconds, before taking pity on the kid in front of him and shaking his hand. His hands were almost the same size as Kim's, far softer but still firm. (No, Kim doesn't know why he observed that)
Porchay's smile grew ten times when Kim accepted his hand, only for it to slip off his face with Kim's next words.
"Hello, Porchay. No, I will not be tutoring you for DADA." And with that, Kim turns back around to bury his face in the unholy amount of books laid on the table.
Porchay fumbles, hands making swift gestures towards the piles of books, and then back at Kim, "Wait- no, That's not- Khun Kim, please just hear me out."
That caught Kim's attention.
Khun Kim, not just Kim.
He's Thai.
Papa hadn't told him that there were any Thai students in Hogwarts named Porchay. Interesting.
Well, it's not like he'll be getting to finish these notes today, so might as well humor the kid and listen to whatever he has to say.
He turns the upper half of his body in the direction of Porchay, one eyebrow raised- again- and says, "Okay then, you've got three minutes to talk,"
Porchay abruptly stopped his fumbling, hands falling slack before smiling once again and started speaking all in one breath, "So, I heard from Professor Sprout that you were having trouble with Herbology, and I also heard that you're like, really good at DADA. I'm good at Herbology, but not DADA. How about we come to a mutual agreement?"
At Kim's interested hum, Porchay continued, determined to get this very cute student to agree to tutor, knowing that if this doesn't work, Porchay's definitely going to fail DADA, "I know you're probably busy and all, with the number of classes you take, but I can definitely help you with Herbology, you just have to return the favor by helping me with Defence Against Dark Arts. It doesn't even have to be that long, just an hour or so." With that, he stops, taking big gulps of air into his overworked lungs, eyes wide and hopeful.
Kim thinks about it, tutoring would mean that he could finally ace this class, after all, he was, as of now, barely passing, and all he has to do is tutor another subject back, a subject that he enjoys too, so it isn't like it's so bad. Plus, it's better than having to ask his father for an actual tutor, which would cost money, and snide comments from his father about how Kinn could pass it but Kim needs help.
But this, he could agree to. No one would know, and Kim won't have to take any punishments from Papa for not coming up to his expectations. His back is still aching from the last meeting with him. Plus, he doesn't want to go home at all if he can help it.
Kim decides to not make his decision too hastily and stares back at Porchay through his fringe. "I don't really know if I should do it." He holds one of his hands up to silence the other so he could continue without interruption, "But, I'm willing to do a trial session to know if it would work out,"
The smile Porchay rewards him with makes him feel like the decision he made wasn't so bad after all, even though his instinct tells him that there's something building up in the near future.
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