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xofanfics · 4 years

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String - Part VII

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Baekhyun x Female Reader x Sehun

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: You find yourself in a friends-with-benefits situation with your best friend. You have no business falling for him, but your heart begs to differ.

You took extra care with your outfit tonight. Not that you wouldn’t take extra care anyway, being that you were going on a date. Conveniently, you’d see Baekhyun too.

You ended up pushing your date with Sehun back to nine instead of seven. He didn’t seem to have an issue with it, thankfully. He said, “Go support your friends. The jazz bar isn’t going anywhere.”

“Thanks for understanding,” you said. “He asked me to come at the last minute.”

“It’ll be fun. Just save a little bit of energy for me,” he said, chuckling.

“What’s that supposed to mean, hm? Why do I need energy?”

“So you don’t fall asleep mid drink, you little perv.”

The two of you burst into laughter. For someone who wasn’t actively trying to have sex with you, he did enjoy making dirty jokes. You didn’t mind. It reminded you of the stupid, slick comments Baekhyun used to make when you’d wear short skirts. He’d whisper, “Are you going to let me eat you out later? I think my head fits perfectly between your legs,” while your friends weren’t paying attention. You smiled at the distant memory but then you shook it off, bringing yourself back to a Baekhyun-less reality.

You felt bad pursuing Sehun when you still sort of had these unresolved feelings for Baekhyun but you needed to move on. It wasn’t that you were using Sehun. You actually liked him a lot and you could see this going somewhere. He was a good guy and, to be honest, it seemed like you had more in common with him than with Baekhyun. But still, for reasons you had yet to discover, it felt like your heart would burst out of your chest and jump on Baekhyun if it could.

You looked in the mirror. You were wearing a long sleeved maroon colored dress, a few inches above your knees. It was long enough to cover your butt and short enough to show off your legs. The dress hung off both of your shoulders, showing off some skin. You wore a pair of stud earrings and a simple necklace that wasn’t too dressy. Your date was at a jazz bar and you figured you’d dress up a bit. You admitted to yourself that you had a double agenda, hoping that Baekhyun noticed you and even more so, delusionally hoping that he’d want you back.

You slid on your black booties and put your bag over your shoulder. You checked for your phone, keys, and wallet before heading out of the door. Excitement ran through you and so did anxiety. Tonight could go very good, very badly, or very neutrally. Could you handle it?

People were piling into the auditorium as you arrived a bit later than expected. Sadie and Evie told you they’d saved you a seat and were waiting for you somewhere on the right side. You’d find them eventually. Since the lights were still on, you found your friends easily. You squeezed past other people, making your way to the middle of the row.

“Hey guys,” you said, plopping down next to Daren.

“Well, well, well,” said Daren. “Look who finally decided to show up.”

You smiled, giving him a quick hug before sitting down. You waved to Sadie and Evie on the other side of him. “I’m sorry I’ve been MIA…”

“Yeah and, uh, I…”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to feel bad for me or anything. I’m fine.”

Relief washed over your friend and the lights dimmed. The host went onto the stage, taking the microphone in his hands. “Hey, hey, hey! I know we’re all super excited to be here this evening. I’m your host Kalled…”

You started tuning him out, thinking again of how the night would go. Would you be able to speak if Baekhyun stood in front of you? What kinds of things would you say? Part of you wanted to be mean, to hurt his feelings like he did to you. But the other part wasn’t sure.

“The first group to compete in the Battle of the Orgs: Dance Edition is…”

To be honest, you weren’t quite paying attention. You knew that KSA was going last and you had no interest in the Bollywood dancing or the Chinese fan dance or the hip-hop or the ballet. You even found yourself dozing off. Daren nudged you as the host announced the group you actually cared about.

You rubbed sleep from your eyes as the first song came on: Under Cover by A.C.E. You watched the group’s sharp movements and, if you didn’t know them, you’d think that they might be professionals. Baekhyun liked to dance but you had no idea that he could pull this off. You watched the way his body moved in his black shirt and joggers. You watched as his body twisted and turned. He looked concentrated and, knowing the person Baekhyun was, you knew that he could be a bit of a perfectionist when it came to things like this.

You sighed to yourself as they started performing Sha La La by Pentagon. You wondered what this girlfriend of his was like and if she was here. Did she get him flowers or something to congratulate him on his performance? Was she here right now, in this crowd? You didn’t know anything about this girl so far and that was part of what killed you. And you supposed it was better off not knowing because then you’d find yourself comparing and contrasting.

Before you knew it, they performed Regular by NCT 127 and their performance was over. As the crowd roared and people put in their votes, you tuned it all out. All you could think about was Baekhyun. Why did this have to be so hard? Why was it so hard to move on when Baekhyun already let you know that you weren’t the person he wanted? Shouldn’t it be easy? Shouldn’t you think, “Fuck him!” Why was it that your heart still clinging onto those feelings?

As predicted, KSA’s dance team won the competition and the crowd roared again. Your friends jumped up and down next to you, yelling and shouting for your friends. You clapped but you didn’t jump. Right about now, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel excited. You didn’t want to feel like this but you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to leave. You didn’t want to face Baekhyun but you also knew that you couldn’t hide from him forever. Eventually, you’d cross paths again and you’d have to act like a reasonable adult.

The auditorium started to empty out and you led the way out into the hallway. You excused yourself to the bathroom so that you could gain your bearings. You went to the bathroom and washed your hands. You turned the water off and dried your hands. You took a deep breath, looking in the mirror to make sure you didn’t look as distressed as you felt. For now, you could pull it off. Chill out, Y/N, you told yourself as you walked out of the bathroom and back into the hallway where you left your friends.

Before you could even search for them yourself, you found them standing with a man whose face you knew all too well. You knew it wasn’t their fault that Baekhyun was there because it was no one’s job to protect your feelings. After all, they were still friends with Baekhyun even if your relationship with him was up in the air.

You took a deep breath, as you’d been spotted not only by Baekhyun but by Drew. It was too late to run in the opposite direction so you did your best and made your way over to your friends.

“Y/N, hey,” said Evie, attempting to break the ice that had formed between you and Baekhyun. You stood a safe distance away from Baekhyun, choosing to stand next to Sadie instead of next to Daren which would bring you dangerously close to Baekhyun.

“Hey guys,” you said, as a general greeting just so that Baekhyun didn’t assume you were speaking to him directly. You could feel his eyes on you like glue. “The performance was really good. Good job…”

“Thanks,” said Drew and Baekhyun at the same time.

Baekhyun let out a nervous laugh before Evie cleared her throat. “So, is anyone up for a party tonight?”

“I’m down,” said Baekhyun.

Drew looked at Daren. “We’re not doing anything tonight.”

“Whose party?”

“One of the girls was saying that there’s an Airbnb party tonight. Whoever’s throwing the party must be rich. I heard his dad is a diplomat from Ethiopia. It’s some place that’s not too far. A little further uptown. I followed her on Instagram. She posted the address on her story,” Evie explained.

“Y/N, are you coming?”

You shook your head. “I actually have plans tonight.”

Sadie said, “Just bring him with you!”

Before you could say anything else, someone crashed into Baekhyun and wrapped their arms around him. She said, “You did amazing, babe.”

Baekhyun smiled back at her. “Thank you.” He planted a kiss on her forehead, just like he used to do to you.

There she was, in all her fucking glory. Miss Kira had blessed you with her presence after all this time. Not only did you have to have a run-in with Baekhyun but with his new girlfriend, too. This was the cherry on top of all of your problems. Kira looked up and greeted the rest of your friends. She said, “I’m Kira. I don’t think we’ve met.”

Baekhyun said, “Kira, Y/N. Y/N, this is my girlfriend Kira.”

If everyone was being honest, you’d admit that you wanted to punch her in her pretty face. You’d admit that you wanted to pull her stupid long, bone straight hair. You’d admit that you wanted to rip her jacket in two. But you didn’t admit any of those things. And you definitely weren’t being honest.

She smiled at you as she reached out her hand. Mustering the fakest smile you could, you smiled back and shook the bitch’s hand. You felt bad referring to her as a bitch, even in your thoughts. But it’s what your brain did automatically. When you thought of the name Kira, you couldn’t help but think of the word bitch to go along with it.

Kira the bitch.

Bitchy ass Kira.

The bitch-who-stole-Baekhyun Kira.

What sucked for you is that she didn’t seem like the type of girl to be a bitch. Hating her would be a lot easier if she had her nose up in the air as if she was better than you or if she was acting standoffish. But meeting her face to face tonight, she seemed excited to meet you, another one of Baekhyun’s friends.

“Nice to meet you,” you said even though you didn’t mean it.

You cleared your throat and turned to Sadie. “I’ll ask him. He just said he’s outside.”

You weaved in and out of clusters of students, the post-performance buzz had spilled out onto the sidewalks. You heard the chatter of your classmates, with most of them trying to figure out plans for the night. Just like you, you had no idea what the plan was for tonight. You didn’t even know if Sehun would agree. Your mind was pretty much a jumble after dealing with seeing Baekhyun and meeting Kira for the first time ever.

You found Sehun standing across the street, on the corner. You jogged across the street once the road was clear to cross. He smiled upon your arrival and pulled you into a quick hug. “Wow. You look good.”

You smiled as you pulled away from his hug. “Thanks.”

“Are you ready to head out?”

“I was actually wondering if you wanted to go to this party instead,” you said.

“What kind of party?”

“There’s just this rich kid who rented out an airbnb a little further uptown. A lot of people are trying to go.” You cleared your throat. “My friends asked if I wanted to go and said that I should bring you. But don’t feel pressured to go. We already made plans but I just wanted—”

“Let’s go,” he said, much to your surprise.

“Really?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. I haven’t been to a college party in a couple years. I’m down to relive college for a night.”

“Are you sure?”

“As long as I get to hang out with you, I’m happy.”

You smiled. “Thanks. Plus, I think my friends kinda wanna meet you.”

He returned your smile. “I’m great with friends.”

You liked this about Sehun too. Even though he seemed more reserved, he was still very open and friendly. You had no doubts that your friends would like him. Hell, you figured Drew and Daren would probably like him, too. Sehun was the ideal man and you knew that. You just wished that your heart would keep that in mind, too. You were trying to forget about Baekhyun but your heart was holding you back. You had to push him out to make room for Sehun, because you deserved better.

Your friends spotted you before you spotted them. Sehun looked past you and nodded behind you. “Are these your friends?”

You turned around and found Sadie and Evie walking toward you. “Heeeeeeyyy,” sang Evie. “There you are.” Sadie wrapped her arm around your shoulder as your face turned a little red with embarrassment.

With a sigh, you said, “Well looks like they found us. These are my friends Evie and Sadie.”

They shook hands with him and Sehun said, “My name’s Sehun.”

“So you’re the guy that’s been stealing our friend away the past couple weekends,” said Sadie.

“Nice to meet you,” said Evie.

Sehun said, “So I heard there’s a party?”

“Yeah,” Evie answered. “You’re coming right? I figured we should pregame or something.”

“My place isn’t too far. We could go there. I have a couple bottles of something or another,” Sehun said.

And that was that. The four of you headed to Sehun’s house in Chelsea. To be honest, you’d never been there. You had no idea what his house looked like. And to be honest another time, you realized that you assumed that he lived in Brooklyn like you. But tonight was full of surprises, clearly.

The four of you walked into a luxury building that was a thousand times better than the third floor walk up you lived in. As you walked into the lobby, the concierge said, “Good evening.” Sehun nodded and led you and your friends toward the elevators. The gray floors were so shiny that you could almost see yourself in them. You gawked at the grand chandelier hanging above you as you waited for the elevator.

As the elevator arrived, Sehun held his arm out and let you and your friends on first. Evie whispered in your ear, “What a gentleman...”

You smiled to yourself as the four of you got out on the nineteenth floor. Sehun led you down a long hallway, ending up at the end of the hallway. He took out his key and let everyone inside. He flipped the light switch and put his keys down on the kitchen counter.

“Make yourselves at home,” he said. “I’m gonna see what we have. My roommate had some leftover bottles from a get together we had a couple weeks ago.”

You nodded and sat on the couch, sandwiched between your friends. You watched as Sehun rummaged through the mahogany kitchen cabinets. He looked so concentrated and you couldn’t help but notice how he raised his eyebrow at the bottle holding the brown liquid in question. He held up two half full, half empty bottles. One was clear and one was dark.

Sauntering into the living room, Sehun held up the two bottles. “Light or dark?”

“Light,” the three of you said.

“You’re scared of dark liquor huh?”

“It always gives me a hangover,” said Evie.

Sadie nodded in agreement. “Do you have some juice or something to chase it with?”

Sehun started walking back toward the kitchen. He opened the fridge. “Yeah. Looks like there’s some orange juice and if you guys want something different, I have some of that shitty lemonade mix. And there’s Sprite.”

“Vodka lemonade sounds good,” you said. “We can top it with sprite.”

Evie nudged you. “Go help him!”

You laughed and got up, heading into the kitchen to join him. “Need some help?”

He looked up, smiling. “I could always use some help. Apparently I’m a little heavy handed with adding sugar...” You started helping Sehun, grabbing measuring cups and the sugar jar as he washed the pitcher.

He got four glasses and started pouring a little vodka in each. “How about a shot to get started?”

You were tipsy. Not too drunk but not too sober either. The drinks you and Sehun made were pretty good. There wasn’t much sprite left in the bottle so the four of you had to make it stretch a bit. And Sehun was right about being heavy handed because the first batch of lemonade ended up being sugar water rather than lemonade. Luckily, you had salvaged it, dumping some of the water in the sink and adding more water.

Sehun got more and more outgoing as the night went on. He told your friends about the night you met and how you stood out to him and how he felt like he had to talk to you. When you disappeared for a moment into the bathroom, you heard him say that he was starting to like you. This made you smile. It felt good to be wanted. It felt good to not have to question a man’s feelings for you.

To be honest, you liked him too. You enjoyed his company and he made you feel like the only girl in the world. When he spoke to you, he only saw you. You could tell that he’d invested a lot in you so far. You didn’t have to wonder if he was entertaining other women. He told you that he wasn’t like that and you could tell that he was being genuine. Sehun was the most genuine guy that you’d met in a long time. He wasn’t about bullshit and pulling you around on a string for weeks, months, and so on only to drop you at the last minute. For the first time in a long time, you saw a clear path in front of you. There were no bumps or obstacles standing in your way. It was a straight shot.

When you came back in the living room, Sehun had turned some music on and he started singing “Diamonds” by Rihanna. You and your friends joined in on the song and started singing and dancing around the couch and coffee table, clutching your vodka soda lemonade drinks in your hands. It was going to be a good night, you thought.

Before you knew it, it was about to hit ten o’clock. Evie let everyone know that people were starting to head to the party. As you left Sehun’s apartment, Sadie added that Baekhyun was most likely coming too. But, at this moment, you didn’t care. You felt much better going to this party if Sehun was at your side. You felt better, more confident, with Sehun on your arm. This was a great way to show Baekhyun that you’d moved on after all. You didn’t need him anymore and, to be honest, you were through. Why were you even thinking of Baekhyun and all the bullshit you’d been through when you were walking next to a man that made you question nothing? When you were walking next to a man who openly admitted to liking you? He hadn’t told you directly and you knew that he probably had no idea if you heard what he said in the first place. Hell, he might even admit it to you if you just asked. Either way, you were in a much better place now. You were no longer hanging onto some string, with Baekhyun pulling you in all sorts of directions. You were free, free to let go of that fucking string and go after what you wanted.

Baekhyun knew he had no right to feel hurt but he did. For some reason, he felt hurt that you’d possibly moved on. He knew that it was stupid and that none of it really made much sense but it was how he felt. Baekhyun had moved on. Hell, it seemed like you had moved on, too.

Even with this beautiful girl standing in front of him, he felt jealous. Even though you weren’t his and he wasn’t yours, he still felt some type of way. He was so torn and confused by these feelings, so he started toward the kitchen for a drink. He needed something that would push his feelings to the back of his mind. Kira had walked off with a friend to fix her makeup in the bathroom, so he felt less guilty about leaving her on her own.

As he walked into the kitchen, he spotted Drew taking a shot with a bunch of other guys he’d never met before. Drew slammed down his plastic shot glass and looked up at his friend. “Baek, take a shot with us!”

He shrugged and figured why not? He grabbed the shot his friend had poured and downed it quickly. “Can I vent?”

Drew nodded, “Let’s go to the balcony.”

Baekhyun weaved in and out of the clusters of people scattered across the living room, his friend following behind him. He slid open the door, relieved that the balcony wasn’t crowded. There was a couple smoking a cigarette together on the other side. He sat down on one of the patio chairs and Drew sat across from him.

“What’s up?” Drew said.

Baekhyun sighed. “It’s Y/N...”

“What about her?” he asked. “Was it weird seeing her tonight?”

“Well, it was...but did you see the way she purposely didn’t stand near me? It’s like she doesn’t even wanna breathe my air. She barely acknowledged my presence. And that fucking sarcastic smile when Kira said hi to her? I bet she didn’t even listen to my voicemail either. And she’s already seeing someone new?”

Drew was perplexed by this situation between you and Baekhyun. This wasn’t the first time he went on a rant about you and how you weren’t answering any of his messages or when he pressed him for updates about you. He was always wondering what you were doing and why you weren’t answering and why things couldn’t be the way they used to be.

Drew said, “I mean, you fucked her over. Did you expect her to just...forgive you?”

Baekhyun pouted. “Well, no but—”

“Think about it: She liked you a lot. And, I mean, I thought you did too…”

“I did, but—”

“Did or do? I know we’ve both been drinking and you’re probably in your feelings but you have to admit, you’re acting kinda crazy right now.”

“How am I acting crazy?”

“You started dating Kira! Can you blame Y/N for moving on? You’re saying you liked her, in past tense, but it sounds like maybe you still do.” Drew cleared his throat. “Look, what’s your problem exactly? Are you upset because she won’t forgive you or are you upset because you’re jealous that she’s moving on?”

Baekhyun was annoyed. He had come to Drew to vent and here he was psychoanalyzing him. Was Drew his friend or his goddamn therapist?

Baekhyun let out a sigh, pushing those negative thoughts about his friend away. He knew Drew was right and that he was just trying to help him out. In a way, it was as if his friend knew him better that he knew himself. Drew was only giving him some things to think about.

What was he even doing? Why was he obsessing over what you were doing when you’d clearly made up your mind that the two of you were no longer even friends? He, apparently, needed to move on, too. If he wanted a relationship with Kira, he needed to think less about you and more about her. Otherwise, it might go up in flames and blow up in Baekhyun’s face.

“You’re right,” Baekhyun said, rolling his eyes. “I know you’re right.”

Drew said, “I’m not saying to break up with Kira and go to Y/N or the other way around but I think you need to take a step back to figure out what it is you want.” He threw his arm around Baekhyun. “Look, let’s just enjoy the party tonight and think about this complicated stuff later, okay?”

Baekhyun nodded. “Yeah. Deal.”

As soon Baekhyun closed the balcony door behind him and turned back toward the party, he saw you walk in, in all your glory. The worst part of it all was that you had your arms wrapped around some douchebag in a bomber jacket. Actually, he lied. The worst part of it all was the fact that not only did you have your arms wrapped around that douchebag’s arm, but that you were smiling harder than he’d seen you smile, like you were having the time of your life.

The way his heart dropped and the way his blood began to simmer in his veins, he knew what Drew said was right.

This was going to be a rough night.

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marswritingss · 4 years

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karasuno and nekoma’s manager with an ed and selfharm

req: um hello 👉🏼👈🏼 I saw you were doing emergency requests and, unless you're uncomfy with it, could i request karasuno and nekoma comforting their manager who has an eating disorder (anorexia) and/or self harms? ive been going through a tough time with my ed and self harm. if you feel uncomfortable writing this, its totally fine i understand! have a good day/night 💕

me: ofc baby! i’m glad you trusted me in this and i hope you know that you’re amazing and deserve to be happy. keep on going, if you’ve hit the bottom now you can only go better :)) if you ever need to talk just dm me or send it here anonymously :)

warnings: eating disorder and self harm,,, but it all ends up being fluff bc baby here needs it

oh god i’m here after finishing it i might have made it too angsty shit

also yes i’m still working on my other requests but as you’ve seen this is an emergency req and somehow i managed to pull out some ideas while i was taking a shower and come up with something as fast as i could

btw i feel i focused more in the ed part than in the self harm part so if you want me to rewrite this i'll do it gladly! <33

another note: at first i had written one paragraph in female, and i obviously had to change it, but i didn’t know how to change female volleyball team to something neutral, so i just created this miyagi under 18 volleyball group where you happened to play :))

karasuno

– ok what happened is that you used to do volleyball, though not in highschool, but in a group, because you had forgotten to sign up for the club and when you realised, it was too late

– but uH

– well

– it happened that you had to stop playing it because of an injury on your first year of highschool (you were a second year)

– kiyoko knew you because her cousin was friends with you, and when she learned that you did know volleyball, she didn’t hesitate to ask you to join her and yachi

– so there you were, one month after recruiting you, you had developed friendships with everyone and the whole team adored you

– but they didn’t know about your habits, and the pants and jacket you wore everytime to the gym covered enough to not look suspicious

– so daichi didn’t think there would be a problem about organizing a trip to the beach

– at first you were going to turn the invitation, but the look yachi, hinata and noya gave you made you bit your inner cheek and say yes

– well, you could always stay under the umbrella and read something, and maybe even talk with tsukki or ennoshita

– the point is, you weren’t going to show your thighs, much less take a bath. and you didn’t have a problem! your body had no reserves of fat, which made your body not be able to preserve any heat

– i’m pretty sure i read that you can’t preserve heat in your body which makes you grow more hair somewhere but if i’m wrong please call me out

– if hinata or yamaguchi asked you why were you wearing long jeans, you could just tell them you hadn’t shaved that day

– your plan was going to be alright, you had it under control

– so the day arrived.

– you were in a hoodie and jeans, just like you planned

– i mean, it wasn’t even summer, the volleyball idiots just happened to be too warm to be able to go to the beach in may

– so there wasn’t anything odd

– or so you thought

“pfff are you going to make a sandman y/n?” asked tsukki

“oh, no i-”

“yeah y/n! it’s too hot to be wearing hoodies!”

“oi! let her wear what she wants” said daichi

– bless him tbh

– so you sat in your towel and started thinking

"you have it all under control” you muttered to yourself, not knowing ennoshita was listening

“what?” he asked

“oh, it’s nothing” you brushed off

“stupid! you almost discover yourself!” you scolded in your mind

– appart from that. no one seemed to know anything

– so you sent the thought to the back of your mind and took out a book

– ahh it was a nice day

– you hadn’t had to eat anything and the coke you had had earlier was enough to keep you up so you didn’t have to ingest anything else, and you hadn’t had any urges so your wounds from yesterday were already healing

– but

– somehow, the temperature started rising

– and, without thinking about it, you rolled your sleeves a bit up

– suga almost fainted when he saw, and ennoshita had to keep him from going there and lecture you

– you hadn’t noticed any of this so you kept reading

“we should see how y/n behaves and talk to her accordingly” told ennoshita to suga, who nodded

– when you realised you had rolled up your sleeves, showing your skinny arm and some of your wounds, you panicked. but no one had told you anything, and you knew that if anyone knew they would’ve told you anything, so you reminded yourself to be more careful

– oh, how wrong you were

“do you want some onigiri, y/n?” kageyama asked, handing you one. it smelled amazing, and you had to dig your nails on your palms before denying

“no thanks” you said with a smile

“but these were made by my mom!” said hinata “you have to try them out!”

– one bite didn’t hurt, did it?

“yes it does” you told yourself

– you shook your head and told them you were going on a walk

– hopefully they’d be too distracted on eating that they wouldn’t think about it too much

– and tsukki, of all people, asked if he could go with you. you didn’t want to leave suspicions so you accepted

– you didn’t know, but he had realised that the amount of food you ate was too little, even for him, and that sometimes you seemed to make faces when noya would drag you by the arm

– so when he saw the two moms of the team panicking over you, and your rolled up sleeves, he confirmed it

“ennoshita-san, sugawara-san, i’ve seen you’ve realised about y/n... habits” he said. ennoshita looking at him in surprise. “i was thinking about talking to them later, since they’ll probably run away as soon as the two simpletons bring the food”

“mmmm” nodded suga. “be careful though, we don’t really know about how far the situation has gone”

– so there he was, walking with you asking himself how to bring the topic

– you were thinking about what excuse to use if he happened to know, when you felt your legs fail and almost drop you

– this looks like a tsukki hc wtf i’m sorry hol on

– anyway so this guy ends up dragging you and saying things you can’t even focus on because you don’t have the energy

– hinata and noya panic and ask if you’re going to be okay

– daichi calms them while suga and asahi help you sit down

“what happened?” asks

– you’re about to pull off an excuse when ennoshita talks lowly enough so only daichi suga asahi and you can hear

“can’t you see?” he says you think he’s disgusted but he’s actually worried and mad that no one had realised before “y/n isn’t okay, they haven’t eaten yet, and the wounds in their arms are affecting them

– you felt your tears appear

– suga tried comforting you by rubbing his hand in your back

“it’s okay, we’ll figure something out” he said

– then you started crying, and hinata panicked for the second time and ran to hug you

“i’m sorry i’m not enough” you said between sobs. you were frustrated with yourself and started to feel the urge to rip off the skin that had formed in your wounds

– both suga and daichi looked at you, while hinata hugged you tighter, as if you were going to leave

“what do you mean?” asked kageyama, he was behind asahi, who had been looking at you with pity

“i don’t want your pity” you thought, asahi smiled at you even though you probably had sent him a death glare

“i’m...” you started, but shut yourself as you didn’t know what to say.

“oi! y/n!” called tanaka, a bit harshly. daichi stiffened as he thought how tanaka was sometimes too brute with words “you’re beautiful as hell!” he said punching the air

“heck yeah!” said noya, jumping “you’re the most beautiful person i’ve seen!”

“y/n you’re so cute! when you enter the gym is like whaaaam and... uhhh” started hinata “and booooooom” he said flailing his hands around

– you laughed a bit

– daichi smiled relieved

– maybe the pair knew how to handle

– that day ended up you getting hugged by everyone and ennoshita staying with you while wathcing noya and hinata bully tsukki splashing water to him while yamaguchi screamed ‘tsukki!!!!’

“you know y/n,” he started. asahi was on your other side “you can always count on us” he said while smiling “you helped us getting back to volleyball, even though you were still on your club and probably thought some coward first years wouldn’t be worthy. i think we owe you that one” he said. you remembered that. he had stumbled across you, the intimidating first year setter who had saved the current Under 18 Miyagi prefecture Volleyball Club from lacking a setter, how you had heard sometimes. ah, you missed these times. you hadn’t entered the shit hole that was now, and your mood had always been bright.

– you smiled and muttered a “thank you”

– now, noya and tanaka keep track of you and how you’re feeling while ennoshita asks you how are you everytime your class ends, since you were in the same class.

– the third years now take turns to compliment you everyday. and i mean EVERY day

“hey y/n! you look very pretty today” says asahi while blushing. behind you, daichi and suga give him a thumbs up

“damn! these stats look really neat!” says hinata

“y/n was the one arranging them boke, of course they look neat” says kageyama

– everyday team hugs

– kiyoko hugs>>>>

– yachi ends up offering some of her food, but never complains nor pushes you if you’re not feeling like eating that day

– after a while, you start feeling way better, and even build up the courage to ask for help, which makes sugamama proud

– tanaka defo cries when you announce you’ll be visiting a therapist two days a week

– this turned to be ennoshita and tsukki hcs i’m so sorry-

nekoma

– so kuroo, being the eighty years old he is (and sometimes kind of a mom, even tho the official one is yaku), he always reminded everyone to eat their food and drink water, and being so persistent, he thought everyone took care of themselves, especially their precious manager that tora had been whipped by when he knew nekoma did in fact have a manager

– but oh, boy

– he didn’t know about your problems with food and how you punished yourself

– kenma already knew about it. he had found you in the gym bathroom when you were purging (ik the ones who purge are more tended to be bulimic, but i really didn’t know how to make this happen, sowwy) after eating for the first time in twenty hours a few months ago, but he had promised to not say anything as he knew these things weren’t to take lightly

– but he did check up on your mood and asked you if you felt better or worse than the day before

– he did in fact, felt bad about not being able to help you in any other way, but he genuinely didn’t know how to talk about it properly with you and he didn’t want to hit a nerve

– kuroo surprisingly hadn’t discovered anything, even though you weren’t the most secretive about it and he was quite intuitive in these topics

– until shinzen training camp

– the coaches had decided to pull a two weeks training camp, somehow, and, as always, your team was invited

– you weren’t worried, you had already gone through two years full of training camps and you were a pro at choosing the food at the cafeteria with the least calories, usually giving half of it to yukie

– the first week went alright. kenma kept sneaking to the sidelines to ask you how were you feeling that day, and yukie ate the halves of your food. so far, training camp was going quite well. you had had only felt a few urges you could perfectly satisfy by sinking your nails in your thighs, and brush it off as nervousness

– however, the second week was a complete disaster

– your thoughts hit you like the bus hit regina george, and ended up almost banging your head against the wall in order to shut down those feelings, and it only had been two hours since you had woken up

– as soon as lunch started, you felt like puking when you felt the smell of the food. not even the low calories noodles could shut the feeling

– so you ended up almost having a panick attack, which you were able to stop as soon as you felt the familiar numbness that had taken over your body countless times

– but you still ran away to calm yourself in a less crowded place

– the third years were worried. although they had been with you three years, they had never seen you run with such look in the face, and ended up sending kai to ask you, since they didn’t want to crowd and overwhelm you

“y/n?” asked while blushing because he was entering in the managers bathroom (bless him)

– he found you swinging yourself in the last bathroom, trying to block everything in your surroundings. there were tears in your eyes, now pressed and closed, and you were hugging yourself putting your forehead (which i wanna kith bc YOU DESERVE THE WORLD OKAY) against your knees and your face between your legs. you hadn’t seen him

– he didn’t move as he didn’t want to scare you, you seemed really really distressed, you were hyperventilating and rubbing your ahdns up your arms, trying to find some heat

– when you felt better, although you were still shaking, you saw him, smiling fondly in aim to ensure you that everything was going to be alright

“s-sorry...” you said, looking down. he looked at you like asking what were you talking about. “i... i uhhh... i ruined your lunch... sorry about that”

“oh! don’t worry about that y/n, how are you feeling right now?” he asked, he had crouched down to hug you and look at you, and was now rubbing the back of your hands in a really soothing way

“i don’t really know...” you said, lost

– and the other barged down but more lowkey

“y/n! are you okay? are you feeling alright?” asked yaku, looking at you worried

“yakkun” said kuroo, warning that he was in fact, acting out of his motherly instints and overwhelming you

– so you stayed there with them feeling more and more calmed until you built up the courage to get up and walk to the sink, where you splashed your face with water and let the cold of it relax you. you felt like you had to explain a few things, even though you had the feeling that they knew already

“i owe you guys an explanation” you said

“it’s okay y/n, you don’t owe us anything-”

“kuroo, i do” you said, sharply. you were familiar with them, and they had already seen you changning yourself (don’t even ask about this, it just happened in your first year when you hadn’t hit rock bottom and still felt alright with your body, so you hadn’t mind when the managers changing room was locked and you changed on the club room). but it didn’t mean they weren’t weirded out when you started pulling down your pants, showing them the scars and wounds that covered most of your skinny thighs.

– they were confused, and then, when they connectted the dots, concern took over their faces

“y/n...” said yaku, hugging you. it was weird by the fact that your pants were down, but you really didn’t mind at this point.

“it’s alright” you said, but the tears streaming down your face again said otherwise

“how much has this been going on?” asked kuroo, not sounding with an angry tone, but more of a concerned one.

“um...” you rubbed the back of your neck “ i started feeling the urges in the middle of the second year...”

– yaku tightened the hug, warming you

“it’s okay, you can count on us” he said

– when you felt better, lunch had already ended, but kenma had kept a tray with a bit of everything for you in case you needed something, which you did, but didn’t want to eat.

– but the look in kuroo’s face and the warming hand that kai had placed in your back made you feel better and helped you push down the feeling of grossness, so you took a bit of a few things

– the third years stuck around you the rest of the week, sending smiles or reassurance everytime you felt negatively

– none of the first years know anything, but kuroo has imposed a rule of not talking about certain topics such as body types or calories, and yaku ripped the posters of girls in bikinis off the walls of the clubroom

– tora doesn’t know the full story, but he now praises you (as he should) and is more careful with what does he say

– kenma keeps asking you how are you doing, with the addition of fukunaga looking at you with platonic love eyes (i hope y’all know what i mean or ima end up embarrashing myself-)

– kuroo tells you facts about health that make you feel better

“y/n, did you know that stress can give you bad headaches? take a relax day today” says one time, that day, practice ends up early even though it’s saturday (usually the toughest days) and the whole team goes walking around the city (kenma and you pet a cat and lev get shit on by a pigeon)

– shibayama hugs you daily, to which lev joins and inuoka and tamahiko

– the team helps you when you start your medication, and don’t hesitate to sit you down and take your duties when you feel low and have to take a rest, and when you tell them they don’t need you, yaku says “but we want to” heroically, and hands the stack of papers to kuroo

– aaa you (we) love them so much,,,

– hope i made you feel better! i’m still hesitant about some parts, but i wanted to finish it a soon as possible so i’d be able to post it hihi

– i’m still saying, if you need to talk or feel low, don’t doubt to dm me! i’m open about talking about anything, and i’d love to help in anything that’s possible 🥺. reminder too that you are loved and deserve to be happy, despite what you think! you’re beautiful and you don’t need anyone’s approval to feel as valid as the rest. you’ve got this! <3

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rhinotheamazing · 3 years

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One side, Two lives

Chapter 11

That’s all I needed to hear

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Warnings: panic attack, blood, mild self harm, suicidal and self deprecating thoughts and swearing

“I’m so freaking stupid!” Roman shouted as soon as he rose up in his room. He dropped to the floor, his eyes shut tightly as they started over flowing with tears that he had held back earlier. He had been so mad and hurt after the wedding but that doesn’t excuse what he said!

“What was I thinking! Why did I say that to De-Janus! Making fun of a side’s name?! God dammit that’s one of the worst things I could say!” Roman yelled at himself as he pulled at his hair. The creative side grabbed both of his arms in a death grip as if he were trying to physically hold himself together. His breathing was becoming erratic but the prince didn’t pay it any mind as thoughts continued to swirl in his head.

I was so angry I caused Patton to have a meltdown! Janus was only tying to help and I just kept treating him like a villain and a threat! Hell he felt the need to protect Thomas from me and Patton! At this point Roman was gripping at his arms so badly that his nails had broken the skin. He didn’t even notice that his sleeves where starting to turn a bit red.

Janus was right. He’s always been right! I am the evil twin. The creative side thought sadly. I mean even Patton agreed with him and he’s the one that created the concept in the first place so it has to be true!

Well of course its true. It’s not that big of a surprise, you’ve always been a disappointment. Roman’s head snapped up when he heard the voice. It didn’t sound like just a voice in his head this time, it sounded like someone standing in the room right next to him, it sounded so much more real.

Of course I’m real! As real as what you said back there. You’re such an idiot by the way, saying that, not only to Janus, but in front of Patton? I didn’t think you could get anymore stupid but I guess I was wrong. The voice seemed to chant in his ear. Roman covered his ears with his slightly bloody hands, his breathing becoming even more frantic. He felt as if the walls of his room where caving in on him and there was no way out.

I have to get out of here, he thought, I have to get away form him! The prince looked around and spotted his closet door. Without thinking the prince got up and ran, opening the door and sprinting into the imagination. He wasn’t sure if he remembered to close the door but that was the last thing on his mind as he ran deeper and deeper into the woods of the mystical terrain.

Unfortunately even as he ran the voice didn’t let up.

I mean would it have been that hard to just listen to the others? Even I’m surprised at how egotistical you were back there! Hahaha! The voice didn’t stop for a moment and Roman didn’t either. He felt bushes and branches tear and rip at his prince costume but he didn’t care. The only thing on his mind was getting away form that dam voice!

Roman didn’t stop running until his legs eventually gave in on him and he hit the ground, he’s knees getting scrapped in the process. The prince finally took a moment to look at his surroundings. He was somewhere very rocky and its didn’t look like there was any foliage in the area. A heavy fog had set in wherever he was so he couldn’t see more than a foot away from him. He carefully stood up, his legs still shaking.

Where even am I? This doesn’t look like mine or Remus’s part of the imagination? As Roman thought that the fog began to clear. The creative side looked up, horrified as he saw the mouth of a giant cave. He knew exactly where in the imagination he was in now. Roman began backing away form the cave, memories he’d rather forget coming to mind.

How could I come back?! I have to get out of here now! The prince turned to run away but tripped on a rock that he didn’t see.

“Ha! You’re so pathetic, its no wonder all the others hate you!” The voice shouted.

“Shut up” Roman whispered back as he covered his ears.

“You cant even do you’re one job right! Your useless and everyone knows it, especially Thomas!”

“Shut up.” The fog started to swirl around the side angrily.

“There’s no way Virgil could ever care about a weakling like you! He’ll just abandon you in the end, especially when he finds out what you did today!”

“I said shut up.” Romans voice now held a hard edge to it.

“Even your brother will leave you once he realizes he’s been wasting his time caring about you!”

“Shut up!” The fog had become a storm at this point, Roman kneeling in the eye of it.

“YOU WILL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH! YOU COULD CHANGE EVERY LITTLE THING ABOUT YOU AND YOU’LL STILL BE A WORTHLESS NOTHING! A BURDEN TO EVERYONE AROUND YOU!”

“SHUT UP” Roman yelled as he stood up and faced the storm around him, the voice having become the thunder. “DON’T YOU THINK IV BEEN TRYING TO BE GOOD ENOUGH?! IV BEEN TRYING MY WHOLE DAM LIFE TO BE THE PERSON THEY WANT ME TO BE!”

“AND YOU’VE FAILED! ALL YOU DO IS CAUSE PAIN TO THE ONES AROUND YOU! YOU CANT BE WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BE! HELL! YOU CANT EVEN BE WHAT YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE! YOU’RE NOT THOMAS’S HERO!”

Roman felt as if he’d just been stabbed in the gut. All the other things the voice said, he’d known all that, he’d just been trying to deny them, but today had confirmed it. He was no longer Thomas’s hero, the one thing that mattered most to him. The thing that made him keep trying to be better. Now all Thomas will sees when he looks at him is a villain.

The stormed died down as Roman fell to his knees, completely broken. The voice spoke again, this time much softer. The tone would have almost been comforting if not for the words it spoke.

“It would be better for everyone if you just disappeared.” Romans face held a sad smile as he heard those words.

“Your right. They would all be better off if I was gone. I wish I could just disappear.” You could practically hear the smile in the voice’s next words.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

Roman realized his mistake too late.

“No! Wai-” but before he could finish his sentence a golden chain wrapped round his arm. Roman struggled and tried to pull it off but to no avail. Before he knew it more and more chains continued to wrap around his limbs and drag him into the cave. Roman tried to resist but he was in no state to fight. The cave was much deeper than it appeared to be and by the time the creative side’s back hit the wall he was in near complete darkness. A figure started to emerge in front of him and Roman could do nothing but stair wide eyed in fear.

By the time the thing in front of him completely took form the figure looked more like Roman than his own twin did. The only physical difference was a streak of black in his bangs and his outfit change. The thing wore a similar costume to that of the prince’s except the white was replaced with black and a long golden cape followed behind him. The insignia on his shoulder also had a golden crack in it going right down the middle.

The figure took a deep breath and sighed.

“It’s nice to finally have a body again, its been ages since I’ve actually been able to walk around.” The figure opened his eyes and instead of the apple green Roman’s were they were a dark red that seemed to glow ever so softly golden. Roman gasped and simply continued to stare at the side in front of him.

“Do you honestly have nothing to say to me Roman? Are you not happy to see one of your oldest friend? The side sneered at the captured prince.

“I thought you were gone.” Roman said as he now glared at the other side. “I thought me and Remus got rid of you a long time ago.” The side smiled a cruel grin and laughed.

“You actually thought you got rid of me? Ha! I may have just been reduced to a voice in the back of your head but I was never gone.” The side pulled out golden sword and twirled it around.

“And now that you’re finally out of the way, I can finally take full creative control for myself.” The figure started to walk out of the cave as Roman struggled even harder to get out of his chains, he couldn’t risk letting him go and him hurting Remus, he had to do something! Not being able to get out of the chains Roman tried his last option, talking.

“PRIDE!”

The side finally looked back at the sound of his name.

“Please,” Roman said, practically begging at this point, “please don’t hurt the others. Your conflict is with me so jut leave them out of this!” Roman yelled desperately while Pride smiled cruelly.

“You care a lot about them don’t you Roman.” He said in a smooth tone. His eyes seemed to glow a bit brighter and his smile grew ever so slightly.

“That’s exactly why I’m going to make their lives a living hell.”

Pride continued waking even a Roman yelled at him to leave the others out of it. He smiled as he reached the open fields of the imagination and saw the closet door.

“You’ve had you chance at being in charge long enough Roman, now, its my turn.”

***

Remus knew something was wrong. He had just been drawing gore in his room when he felt as if the world had shifted. What in this horrible world was that? The duke thought to himself. Although he would usually ignore something like this part of his mind told him that something important just happened, and he needed to find out what it was.

Maybe Roman will have a clue whats wrong, he was summoned earlier to talk to Thomas right? Maybe thats why I feel like someone stabbed my brain with a rusted spoon? The creative side decided he would investigate and started heading over to Roman’s room. There was a heavy feeling of unease went he got to the light sides area which confused him.

Was the argument that bad? Usually this place is filled up with disgusting rainbow and sunshine feelings but now its just, dull. Nevertheless Remus continued forward and tried to open his twins room but was slightly surprised when he found it locked. Roman almost never locks his door. The duke was starting to worry about his brother so he sunk into his twin’s room, not bothering to knock of course.

The creative side was surprised when he didn’t find his twin but a much less energetic room than on average. Usually Roman’s room radiates creative and hopeful thoughts but today a feeling of hurt and anger covered the room. Ok so somethings definitely wrong here, and where the hell is Roman? The dark side thought as he looked around the room. Remus spotted something that might help him in his endeavors.

There on the window sill sat Alexander the venus fly trap, shaking like he was in freezing cold weather. Remus crossed the room and petted the little plant.

“Hey little guy, do you know whats going on because I have absolutely no clue.” Alexander leaned into Remus’s hand as if he was trying to hide. Remus only became more concerned. He created Alexander to be a strong and brave creature, so if something scares him, it can’t be anything good. For the first time the duke noticed that Roman’s door to the imagination was open.

Ok that’s definitely not a good sign. Before the creative side could go though the door he saw a humanoid figure approaching. Remus breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hey Ro, you really got me worried there for a while.” The duke failed to notice that Alexander tried to hide even more as the side stepped though the door.

“Ha,” the figure said as it finally stepped tough the door, “sorry Remus, but I’m not Roman.” Pride smiled as he saw Remus’s face turn white as the duke recognized him. The dark side jumped back as he summoned his morning star.

“Wheres Roman?!” Remus shouted. Pride laughed at him.

“Your dear brother is gone, and soon you will be too.” The new side said as he drew his sword. Remus growled in pure anger and charged forward at the side. Pride dodged Remus swings easily and landed many blows. The creative side wasn’t in the right head space to fight as he worried about what Pride could have done to his brother. In a matter of minutes Pride had managed to disarm the duke and cornered him, the room nearly being destroyed in their fight.

“You’re nearly as pathetic as Roman and I didn’t even think that was possible.” Pride laughed as Remus growled at the fact that someone would dare talk about his twin in such a way.

“You’re just a stupid little beast. Actually,” Pride said as a smile made its way onto his face, “that gives me an idea.” The red clad side snapped his fingers and Remus let out a scream of. pain and shut his eyes tightly.

When he opened them he looked up at his now much taller foe. The duke raised his hands to look at himself and saw that they had been transform into, green tentacles?! Remus tried to curse but he could only make small clicking sounds with his beak. Pride chuckle and using his powers crafted a tank on the still standing desk. He then proceeded to pick up the green octopus and chucked it into the tank, Remus slowly sinking to the bottom and as a lid was placed over the inclosure.

Pride, now having full creative control, fixed the room with a wave of his hand. The room took up a much darker aesthetic with black and gold being the main colors. The new side smiled at his work. Things were finally going his way after so long of waiting. A dark smile came onto his face as he whispered to himself,

“Long live the new king.”

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fandomsfeelsandfanfics · 4 years

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The Arrangement, Part IV/// Draco Malfoy x Reader

SUMMARY: Draco tries to include you into more of his life as he invites you to hang out with his friends. But that goes just as well as you’d imagine.

WORD COUNT: roughly 2k

WARNING(S): partying (less partying is coming up soon), so obviously everything that comes with it, pansy parkinson, angst baby

A/N: if yall thought the angst was finally over, think again!

SERIES MASTERLIST | PLAYLIST

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You gave him your address and number that night, telling him to write and call as much as he’d like. You were shocked that he even knew how to use a phone but suddenly, you were talking every day. Sometimes it was just once a day because Draco was busy with something and could only call you late at night but other times you would be talking on and off all day. It could be about how his day was going or something he saw that reminded him of you or just calling to hear your voice or literally nothing at all.

Every time your phone rang, you found yourself jumping to answer it. It was early in the morning but you could hear your phone vibrating against your nightstand so you rolled over and reached out for it. You quickly answered the call and put the phone to your ear.

“Hey,” you mumbled.

“Good morning.” There was a pause. “Hey um...what are you doing later today?” You sat up, rubbing your eyes.

“I don’t know...nothing maybe. Why?”

“It’s been a week since I last saw you. That's seven days too long,” he said sarcastically. You laughed. “I’m serious.” But you could hear him laughing too. “I’m hanging out with some friends tonight and you should come?”

“What friends?” There was another pause.

“Just some old friends from Hogwarts.” You already knew who he was talking about before he even said the names. “Goyle, Blaise...Pansy.”

“No, absolutely not.”

“(Y/N), come on. It’ll be fun.” It definitely wouldn’t be fun. You’d never liked his friends when you were at Hogwarts. Goyle was annoying, Pansy was always trying to come between you two, and Blaise was the best of them but even he was pretentious.

“Draco...”

“Hear me out, we can hang out and go shopping beforehand, we’ll show up together looking hot as hell, and we’ll have a good time, I promise. I miss you.”

“I miss you too but-”

“Then come with me. Pleaseeee.” He drug out the word and soon you both started laughing again.

“Okay...okay.”

“That’s a yes?”

“Fine.”

“Good.” You could almost hear the satisfied smile he had on his face. “I’ll be there to pick you up in a little bit.” There was another pause. “I can’t wait to see you.” He said it quietly but you knew he wanted you to hear it. “Okay, bye.”

You smiled. “Bye, Draco.”

“I don’t like this one.” You turned around in the mirror, trying to find a better angle. But no matter how you looked at it, you just didn’t like it. It was all white and fitted weird. You groaned.

“Come show me.” You pushed the curtain aside, letting Draco look at the dress. “It could be better. Maybe it’ll look better when you’re wearing heels.” He tilted his head to the side.

“I don’t think so.” He looked through a pile of clothes, most of which you’d already tried on. He pulled out a black dress and handed it to you. “Try this one.”

You walked back over to the dressing room and closed the curtain, quickly putting it on. When you were done, you looked at yourself in the mirror. It was short, only coming to about mid-thigh. Just a bit tight. It was strapless but wrapped around your shoulders, stopping just below your collar bone. The sleeves reached all the way down to your wrist.

Suddenly, the curtain opened. You saw Draco in the mirror, looking at you. He walked up behind you slowly, his eyes sweeping up and down your body. “Now this one I like.” You turned around to look at him and he gave you a smile.

He put his hand in yours and made you do a little spin. “This is the one, don’t you think?” You nodded. “You’re gonna look so so good tonight.” You tried not to think about the fact that he was still holding your hand, much longer than necessary. “I’m really glad that you decided to go. It’s going to be fun.” You still weren’t entirely sure that was true.

“Draco...maybe you should just go and you can come to my place and hangout later,” you said hesitantly.

“No, I want you to be there. It’ll be fine. We’re just gonna catch up. We rarely get to hangout any more cause I’m never in town and when I am, it’s never for this long. Nothing bad’s gonna happen, it’s just friends hanging out.” But they weren’t your friends. Especially Pansy. They weren’t going to want to see you tonight.

But you wanted him to be happy so you smiled. “Okay.”

Draco and you walked side by side towards the entrance to the club. He nudged you slightly and you looked up at him. “Are you okay?” You turned away from him so he didn’t have to see the small frown on your lips.

“Yeah,” you said, hoping you sounded more confident in your answer than you truly were. He took a step in front of you, placing his hand your shoulder.

“I know you didn’t want to come but I’m glad you did. It’ll be fine.”

“I know.” He smiled at you and you returned the gesture. He continued to stare at you and for a moment you noticed his eyes flitting down to your lips like he might kiss you.

“Draco.” He suddenly turned around and you both watched his friends approach. Blaise was wearing a black suit, Goyle was wearing a black button up, and Pansy was wearing a black skirt and a black sweater. They all looked great. Well, Pansy, she looked perfect. Not a hair out of place on her head and she was frowning at you.

“Hey, guys,” Draco greeted. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder casually. “You guys remember (Y/N), right?”

Blaise stepped closer to shake your hand. “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

“It has,” you replied, taking his hand.

“I didn’t know you two were friends again,” Pansy said dryly. The word friend stung slightly. You hadn't been just friends then and although you didn’t know exactly what you were now, you didn’t think friends was quite the right word. But you didn't let it show.

“Well, we’ve been getting reacquainted since I’ve been in town,” Draco replied. You and Pansy stood there glaring at each other silently. Blaise cleared his throat and everyone turned their attention to him.

“Let’s get inside then.”

It was well into the night and no matter how many times you checked the time, the night just wouldn’t pass fast enough. Pansy’s sarcastic comments and rude glares seemed to never cease. Draco either didn’t notice or didn’t care but either way it was frustrating you.

“Draco, what time is it,” you asked quiet enough so that only he could hear.

“You just asked.” You glared at him until he checked his watch. “11:09.”

Eleven. You'd already been there for two hours and they didn’t show any sign of leaving anytime soon. You sighed. “I’m going to get a drink.”

You stood up and suddenly, Pansy did the same. “I’ll go with you.” She gave you an overexcited smile but you continued to glare at her.

“Great.” You turned in the other direction and began to walk towards the bar. When you arrived you immediately got the bartenders attention and ordered the strongest thing he had.

Pansy arrived, ordering something expensive off the menu. You hoped she wouldn’t say anything while you waited but of course you knew she would. “I think you and Draco are very cute together.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m serious, I’ve always thought you two were cute.”

“We’re not...together. It’s not like that.” You turned your head to look at her and immediately hated the smug look on her face.

“I think Draco wants to be with you though, I think that’s why he brought you here. He was thinking the same thing as I am, ‘how cute’. I think he likes the idea of being in a relationship even more than he likes the person he’s actually in a relationship with. He likes the idea of having someone and being able to show them off. But he gets bored eventually, he always does.” You sighed, turning your eyes back to the shelves full of alcohol.

“Give it a rest, Pansy.”

“He got bored of me, rather recently actually.” You looked back at her. “We were only messing around though so I suppose it wasn’t all that serious. Just a lot of wild, drunk sex. How long has this thing between you and Draco been going on again? Maybe you two will last longer.” She chuckled as if the idea of that were funny.

You clenched your fist. Where was that damn drink? She was still laughing. “I can tell you want to leave but I wouldn’t if I were you. If we get drunk enough, who knows what’ll happen.”

You quickly turned on your heels, walking back over to Draco. That was all you could do to keep yourself from ripping her face off. You felt like you couldn’t breathe or think. You kept running into people at every step, feeling alone in this sea of people. You just wanted to make it to Draco but you didn’t even know what you would do once you got there.

Maybe you would scream at him. Or pull him out of the club by his hair. Or maybe just collapse into his arms. You definitely felt like you could collapse but your anger was keeping you going.

You picked up your pace, finally reaching him. He was laughing at some joke that you must’ve just missed. You put your hand on his shoulders, catching his attention. He looked over his shoulder at you and smiled. “Hey. What took so long?”

“Draco, can we please just go?” Your voice was so quiet, you didn’t even know if he could hear you or not.

“What?”

“Draco,” you said slightly louder.

“(Y/N), you ran off without grabbing your drink.” You turned to see Pansy stumbling up to you. As soon as she reached you, she fell over, spilling your drink all over Draco’s legs. She gasped and he stood up. “I am so so sorry.”

She made a grab for some napkins, got on her knees, and began to wipe up his leg. When she reached his crotch he jumped slightly. “Hey, watch it.” She looked up at him with a smirk and laughed.

“Oh, my bad.” Draco began to laugh too. For a second, you were too shocked to even say anything. Then you turned and began to walk out of the door. You could hear Draco calling you but you couldn’t care less any more.

Once you were outside, you finally felt like you could breath again as the cold air touched your face. You put your face in your hands. You felt a hand on your shoulder and spun around. Draco was standing there with a concerned look on his face.

“What’s wrong with you?” Your eyes widened at him.

“What’s wrong with me? Are you serious?” He looked like he was about to say something but quickly closed his mouth.

“Come on, let’s just go back inside and talk.” He reached for your hand but you moved it before he could touch you.

“I’m not going back inside.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Draco can we please just go home?”

He paused as if he were considering it. “No...we’re having a good time and all of a sudden you’re freaking out. I thought you were gonna try.”

“We’re not having fun, you’re having fun! You and Pansy. And I have been trying but did you see the way she was talking to me?” He gave you a confused look. “Of course, you didn’t. Merlin, why’d you even bring me here tonight? Just to embarrass me?” Your quivered slightly. You could see how angry he was getting but suddenly he stopped.

His eyes softened and he sighed. “Just go home. We can talk about all of this tomorrow.”

“You aren’t coming with me?” Your eyes were tearing up now. You didn’t want him to see you cry but you couldn’t help it.

“No but-”

“Fine,” you said. You turned around, wiping your tears as you walked away. You were glad that he didn’t try to call your name and reason with you anymore. You were done talking.

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brainsdivided · 4 years

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Shattered Hearts and Broken Dreams - Chapter 3

5 September 2293

It took a couple weeks for them to finally get to the Legion's territory. When they did they were on an old highway in the middle of an empty desert. A few legionaries approached them, asking the pair questions. Joshua explained they were traders looking to buy brahmin to transport the stock they’ll purchase. The bandages, he explained that he was beginning to undergo ghoulification and he wished not to expose his appearance to others’ view. With his explanation being satisfactory and reasonable, they were allowed to pass into the town close by, dubbed a ‘free’ town within the Legion. Such towns paid tribute and serve the Legion, but are allowed to trade and act unimpeded to allow for trade to flourish.

The sleeves of Ezekiel’s shirt were stained with blood. Sluggish and nervous, the boy stuck closeby to his caregiver, afraid of the Legion environment that now surrounded them. He whispered softly, "Dad said that your name is forbidden here, is that true?"

"Nobody must know who I am. For them my name is Joshua Danson, traveling trader. They allow traders to roam around freely."

Walking past a few old world buildings, the boy could make out a bar, brothel and even a casino. "Legion doesn't like these places but allows certain places to keep them... for a price. Stay away from them."

Ezekiel nodded then coughed, "Uncle Joshua, I feel dizzy and I'm tasting metal.” As he walked his legs grew heavy, making him lean against Joshua’s side as they walked.

"We're seeing the doctor now." Joshua supported the boy and walked towards a sandcrete house with a large red cross painted upon it.

It was almost as though his legs gave away as soon as they walked through the door and the boy's grip tightened onto Joshua's arm.

One of the nurses rushed over immediately to help the two. Joshua explained that the boy was suffering from radiation poisoning and they had no more medicine for him. Moments later Ezekiel was in a dark room on an IV drip.

“I’ll be back soon.” Joshua gave Ezekiel a pat on his hand before standing upright and giving the nurse some Legion coin as he left to find some supplies.

While Joshua was gone, Ezekiel had napped for what felt like a short while. He was cut from his slumber by a sudden wretch, resulting in him vomiting on himself.

When Joshua came back to the small clinic with the doctor in tow, Ezekiel was being cleaned up and changed.

A dripping of blood from Ezekiel's nose soon, though nothing new. He just wiped it with the sleeve of his new shirt. Feeling the nausea and metallic taste coming on again, he quickly turned his head to the bucket on the floor, vomiting once more. Wiping his bloodied mouth and nose on his shirt, his brown eyes gazed up at his caregiver, who worried for the boy.

The doctor looked over Ezekiel’s face and body. "You weren't kidding about the radiation poisoning. Unfortunately we've had it rough this year, too. Rad-X and Radaway aren’t too common out here where most of it has been used or stored away. The NCR would have more than us. Whatever you found with traders is what is available in this town. All I can do is give an assessment on the severity and his presumed lifespan. I'm just going to go through a checklist to determine that." He put his hand on the boy's forehead, touched his neck, and under his arms. "A bit of a fever. Vomiting is obvious, as well as hemorrhaging. Skin looks pale and his eyes are sunken.” As the doctor made his way performing a physical check-up, he asked Joshua and Ezekiel questions regarding symptoms and concerns.

The doctor concluded the check-up once the questions were answered then Joshua spoke up, "I have been able to buy two doses of rad-away, how much would that improve his status?"

"Maybe 2 more weeks. Hard to say really, because he might not be dealing with just radiation now, he could very easily pick up another illness. Now, unless you find enough to rid him entirely of it, he will have about an extra month in total. You might have better luck in another town." The doctor shook his head sorrowfully before leaning towards Joshua and whispering, "if he starts having seizures and his words begin to slur, I'd say to just comfort him. He's going to be confused and scared. Return back to his home and his family."

Joshua nodded softly. "Not a long time... I see. Do you think... the New Vegas Clinic could help? With an implant perhaps?”

The doctor shrugged, "Possibly. I haven't experimented with those. I'm not sure if they'd work on a kid. Seriously though, you're an uncle. His parents should see him first."

"His parents passed not long ago... that implant though, it could be his only option... the boy doesn't deserve this. Then it is decided, I will take him to the clinic in Vegas."

Sighing, the doctor nodded and bid them farewell. After paying the medical professional, Joshua helped Ezekiel out the door.

There was a long pause, the boy trying to find the right words to put together his thoughts. Having caught some of what was discussed and with news that confirmed his fate, he felt and thought so much and his mind raced. What he could do now or rethink what he could have done differently. For now, he just slipped his hand into Joshua's, not knowing what else to say or think.

Joshua glanced down at the boy and gave his hand a comforting squeeze. "We are going to Vegas. It's a little more than a week from here. I am not giving up yet and neither should you."

Ezekiel’s lips quivered, "I'll try to keep up with you. I will make this whole thing up to you." He spoke meekly. "I'll take your book more seriously. If things get worse or take a turn for the worst, it's my last hope, right?"

"Don't worry about it, son. You just tell me when it gets too much."

"What if I get too tired?" He whispered.

Joshua spoke with conviction, "Then I'll carry you. Just as I carry the burdens the Lord has rested upon me, I will carry yours as well. Your pain, I will add onto my own.”

Smiling up at Joshua, he let go of his hand and instead, wrapped one arm around Joshua’s back and began walking in sync with Joshua, doing his best to keep up with the older man's stride. In turn, Joshua rested his own arm across the boy’s shoulders.

"Are there any dangers on the way to Vegas?" Ezekiel questioned.

Joshua held the boy close. "Not here in Legion territory. It's the safest area of the wasteland. In NCR controlled territory... well, they don't stamp out the dangerous wildlife much. Including bandits and raiding bands.”

"Dad said that whenever he traveled with you, he'd get irritated sometimes. You would clear out groups of yao gui, mantises, and White Legs faster than he could reload and take aim! The second he took aim, he'd have to readjust because you ended up in view and he didn't want to hurt you, of course. With skills like that if anyone tried to tell me that I'm not safe with you then I don't know who I'd be safe with." Talking with his free hand, he waved in front of the both of them trying to tell the story with his hand.

"Well... he exaggerated a bit there. I usually try getting a bit closer with my pistol, yes. Him using a rifle he always stayed behind and took calculated shots over long distances while I let the Lord guide my shots... and fire many of them."

"Yeah I know. He told me that you put a bunch of bullets into Salt-Upon-Wounds. You know if your aim is true, and as good as Dad said it is, you only needed 1 bullet." He joked. "Sometimes too, he'd tell us all the swears he'd spew every time you ran into the sights of his gun, right before he'd go and pull the trigger."

"You better not repeat them, boy." Joshua warned. "You see, when you want a man dead, you need to make sure he is really dead. I am the best example myself. Caesar wanted me dead. He and his assassins failed to see that through. I am not going to make that mistake with anyone I engage with.” He sighed, “I see a lot of your father in you. He was far from perfect, but he was a good man and in these trying times, that is more than I could ask for."

"You cared for him, then? He said it was hard to tell how you felt about him. You'd never really tell him how you felt and that he never knew if he was going to wake up again in Zion some nights because he was afraid he'd tick you off somehow.”

"You see, I may not show it, but he was a man I respected. A warrior. He treated me with respect, too. Even with our disagreements."

Ezekiel looked thoughtfully up at the Arizona sky, thinking of his late father. “I’m sure he figured that.” His eyes flickered back to Joshua, where their eyes met for a brief moment. The pair smiled lightly at each other and held one another closely as they walked, appreciating the company. Looking back on the road, the two followed the road ahead, back towards the desert in which Ezekiel had run from when his family was ripped from him.

#shattered hearts and broken dreams #The title is a work in progress #fallout new vegas #By Me and Igelfish (Not a tumblr user)#ezekiel cassidy #Joshua Graham #Blood #Vomiting #Parental death

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17-imagines · 6 years

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[scenario] euphoria

title: euphoria

member: kwon soonyoung x idol!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: none

word count: 2,321

synopsis: you and soonyoung are forced to choose between loving each other or the job you both love.

a/n: mercy pls ive been gone for too long

With your bag slung over your shoulder, you flip off the lights in the practice room, shutting the door quietly behind you.

You’re startled at the sound of footsteps at the end of the hall, and a quiet ‘hey’ is thrown your way before you can identify the stranger.

“I haven’t seen you lately,” they continue, footsteps growing in volume as they get closer.

You squint at the approaching figure, and let out a small sigh when you realize who it is - Lee Jihoon. He has an iced coffee in one hand, and his phone in the other. He watches you expectantly, awaiting an explanation.

“...Right, yeah, uh… I’ve been…” you gesture to the practice room behind you, “...working.”

“Without Soonyoung?” Jihoon asks bluntly, sipping his drink. “Did you guys fight?”

You frown slightly.

“It’s complicated.”

Jihoon nods slowly, then glances at his phone, a screen full of notifications visible.

“They want me home,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. “You should head home too. It’s late.”

You hum in response, turning towards the stairwell. Jihoon crinkles his nose in disgust, but waves you off with a soft smile as he waits for the elevator.

You make it a few steps down when you see the silhouette of a person seated at the bottom step, and upon hearing your arrival they quickly stand and swivel around.

“Sorry, I -”

“It’s fine, you -”

You find yourself face-to-face with Kwon Soonyoung, whom you haven’t seen since the conference that crushed you both.

Painful memories flash through your head, and from the pained expression on Soonyoung’s face, they’re flashing through his too.

An overly chilled conference room.

The words the CEO spoke, stinging your hearts like venom.

Inappropriate. Prohibited.

The tears that dripped down your faces, staining your sweater sleeves.

The last kiss that sent chills throughout your bodies.

A few beats of silence pass, and Soonyoung is the first to break eye contact, his watery eyes straying to the tops of his sneakers. You glance away, focusing your teary blurred vision on the stairs.

“Sorry,” he says again, nodding his head slightly, gesturing for you to pass him. You oblige, quickly slipping past him without another word, tears threatening to spill over.

You disappear down another flight of steps, and Soonyoung sits back down on his step, dropping his head into his hands, wiping away the wetness surrounding his eyes.

“Fuck,” Soonyoung mumbles, rubbing his face.

“Language, Kwon Soonyoung,” a voice chirps. Soonyoung glances back at the descending male with a slightly confused, hurtful expression, earning an eye roll.

“The elevator was taking too long,” Jihoon shrugs, sitting a step higher than Soonyoung. “You good?”

Soonyoung shoots him a dejected glare before dropping his head back into his hands.

“Not in the slightest.”

Soonyoung sighs breathily and Jihoon swirls the ice around in his drink, the sound echoing throughout the empty stairwell.

“You still love her?”

Soonyoung glances up from his hands, sending Jihoon a soft, bittersweet smile.

“...I couldn’t stop even if I tried.”

“...I see.”

Jihoon hates seeing the other like this, so broken and vulnerable, and although he wants to think positively and think that the members will be able to make him bright and cheerful again, he knows nothing and no one will be able to fill the void in Soonyoung’s heart except you yourself.

And no one has made him as happy as you have.

Jihoon’s phone buzzes, interrupting him from his thoughts, and he turns it towards Soonyoung, revealing a thread of messages from Seungcheol, demanding that they come home.

They oblige and return home to a fuming Seungcheol, who’s leaning against the wall facing the entrance, ready to let them have it.

But then Seungcheol remembers how much Soonyoung has gone through during the past week, and concludes that the last thing he needs is Seungcheol nagging him like an overprotective parent.

He pats Soonyoung’s head as he walks by, sending him an unreturned smile before the younger slips into the comfort of his bedroom.

He deserves the privacy.

He doesn’t want the members to see him like this.

He’s a unit leader.

A hyung.

But in this vulnerable, weak state…

He’s just a broken-hearted Kwon Soonyoung.

He’s started to sleep longer than Jihoon, and no one has the heart to wake him up for morning practices.

They know he deserves the rest.

The escape.

But when news comes in that you collapsed during a recording, Seungcheol doesn’t hesitate to barge into the younger’s room, despite orders not to ‘notify or alarm’ Soonyoung.

The members came to a consensus that Soonyoung deserves to know, because it’s not just a matter concerning public image, but someone he loves.

And that overrides any authority.

“...Hyung?” Soonyoung grumbles groggily, sitting up slowly.

The bed sinks beneath Seungcheol’s added weight at the foot of the bed, and he lets out a soft sigh.

“Seoul National University Hospital, Room 202.”

Soonyoung squints at the elder, sleep still heavy on his mind. “...What?”

“(F/N) collapsed at a recording.”

That’s all Soonyoung needs to hear before he’s out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweats and jacket, grabbing for his phone on the nightstand.

Before bolting out of the dorm he stops and turns back to Seungcheol, who’s watching him with a proud grin.

“Thanks, hyung.” He frowns, brows furrowing slightly. “If the company finds out they -”

“I’ve got it under control, Soonyoung. Go.”

Seungcheol always knows what to say during times like this.

Soonyoung can only hope he can get out a sentence - a word, even - when he sees you.

Since the conference, the two of you have been forced to cut off all contact, and are not even allowed to be in the same room, even while feet apart.

‘If the press gets word that the two of you are romantically involved,’ they said, ‘you will face suspension from activities or contract termination.’

So it’s understandable that his heart skips when he sees reporters lined up at the entrance.

You need him, though.

Cameras begin to flash and shutter behind him as he sprints past and towards the elevator, ignoring the nosy questions shouted his way, the baseless accusations being made.

They’re the least of his concern.

They can say what they want, and the company can do as they please.

He can move out of the spotlight,

he can get another job,

but he can’t get another you.

Soonyoung nearly rips the door off its hinges when he reaches your room.

There’s no company staff to drag him out, but there’s no doubt in his mind that they already know, especially after the reporter fiasco on the ground level, but this is his choice.

You are his choice.

“Soonyoung,” you greet softly, “you shouldn’t - oof.”

He envelopes you in a comforting embrace, your worries about the company quickly fading.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, (L/N) (F/N),” he mutters sternly, reveling in your familiar warmth and scent.

“Are you okay?”

He asks you without letting go, the words muffled slightly by your hair, his breath warm against your skin.

His hold on you is tight, as if you’d disappear otherwise, and you gladly lean into him, comforted by his presence alone.

“Now that you’re here,” you answer quietly, balling your fists into the back of his jacket.

His heart aches at the action, and he pulls you even closer, holding you even tighter.

A million thoughts are running through his head at the speed of light, including regrets of not seeing you sooner and not defying the company’s stupid dating policy sooner.

Soonyoung feels you tremble against him and his thoughts come to an abrupt halt.

None of those thoughts matter in this moment, because he’s here now. You’re here now.

And not soon after, tears begin to fall from the both of you.

“I love you so much, you know that? Losing the job...although painful, doesn’t compare to losing you, (F/N).”

He shudders against you as a sob escapes him, causing your heart to sting.

You pull away slightly to press a kiss to Soonyoung’s wet cheek, sending him a small smile despite the tears rolling down your face.

“I love you too, Soonyoung. More than anything.”

You wipe his tears away to the best of your ability, and he does the same for you.

Soonyoung pulls away further and brushes a thumb over your lips before kissing you gently, the taste of your chapstick and tears intermingling.

The kiss is comforting, and although your thoughts are in disarray, an odd calm feeling washes over the both of you.

It’s as if the universe is telling the both of you everything will be alright as long as you have each other, because no one can tell the both of you to stop loving.

No one except yourselves have the right to make that call.

And...some contracts are meant to be broken.

The next morning you awake with Soonyoung resting in a chair beside you, his hand tightly interlaced with yours.

His phone rests beside your leg, buzzing with notifications, the most recent one being from ‘manager-hyung’, reading: ‘conference room @ 10. bring (f/n)’.

The word ‘conference’ alone sends a chill down your spine, and you slowly awaken Soonyoung, who’s just as restless as you are at the sight of it.

You’re permitted to return to the company after a thorough checkup, and although you can walk fine, Soonyoung insists that he gives you a piggyback ride up to the conference room.

“If it’s the last time we ever step foot in the company, we might as well do it in style,” he says.

You laugh, genuinely, and Soonyoung knows this is the right path to walk down.

The fans will understand.

In fact, if he didn’t choose you - choose love - he feels that they’d just get more upset.

Your phone buzzes in your back pocket, and you’re confused at the string of Instagram notifications on your screen.

pledis_boos tagged you in a post. min9yu_k tagged you in a post. joshuahong951230 tagged you in a post. xuminghao_o tagged you in a post. chwenotchew tagged you in a post.

Soonyoung’s interest is piqued, as well as yours, and before heading into the building you open the posts.

They all contain the same video of you and Soonyoung dancing, exchanging laughs and chaste kisses, all the while unaware of whoever’s filming.

It’s a genuine display of affection, raw and uncut, posted by five members of SEVENTEEN, captions translating to the same simple phrase: “love finds a way”.

Within seconds, views and comments pour in, and you and Soonyoung scan over the love and support flooding the posts.

The fear and anxiety is quickly washed away and replaced with the happiness of acceptance.

Soonyoung comes to the conclusion that whatever occurs in that conference room, as long as he has you and SEVENTEEN by his side, everything will be okay.

You put your phone away and take Soonyoung’s piggyback offer, making your way up to the conference room with newfound strength.

However...out of all the possible outcomes you both expected, this wasn’t one of them.

Upon entering the conference room, you’re bombarded by the sound of cheering and confetti.

The members of SEVENTEEN and your groupmates surround the perimeter of the fairly large room, exchanging gleeful glances and short giggles.

“What in the world...are you guys up to something? Is this our going away party??”

Soonyoung lets you down and you stand beside him holding his arm, sending him a skeptical look.

“It’s nothing of the sort.”

You both freeze at the sound of the CEO’s voice, announcing his arrival.

The members are urging you both to turn around, and you shut your eyes as you turn slowly. Soonyoung nudges you, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Open your eyes, jagiya.”

In front of you, the CEO is shooting you both an apologetic smile, a small cake in his hands. The icing on top reads ‘love finds a way’, and the number of candles lit corresponds to the amount of time you’ve been with each other.

“I would like to apologize. I should have realized that ordering you to separate would do more harm than good. It is obvious that our dating policy needs to be revised. As long as your relationship doesn’t interfere with your performance...then I shall give you both my blessing.”

He holds the cake up as a peace offering, and you and Soonyoung blow the candles out.

Cheering ensues again, and the CEO slips past you both to place the cake on the conference table, giving you some degree of privacy.

“Don’t cry,” he starts, bringing a hand to your cheek, caressing it softly.

“Says you,” you retort, reaching up to wipe away the tears he hadn’t realized were falling.

He whines and pulls you in for a kiss, and you mumble something about having an audience, to which he pulls away to give you an abrupt shrug.

“The more the merrier.”

“Soonyoung, that’s not the phrase-”

He kisses you again in an effort to cease your nagging, and as much as you’re annoyed by i, it works.

Since then, everything has gone back to normal.

You and Soonyoung are sitting on the floor of the practice room together, sharing a pair of headphones, lost in each other.

He begins to pepper your face with small kisses, and doesn’t even bother to flinch when a chorus of groans resound around the room.

Maybe not everything’s ‘normal’, because instead of sneaking around like before, you’re now displaying your affections for everyone to see.

In short, they’ve...got some things to get used to.

But in the end, you and Soonyoung are together, happy - how you should’ve been from the start - and that’s what’s most important.

One without the other is impossible.

You’re the cause of each other’s euphoria.

#kwon soonyoung #seventeen imagines #hoshi #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #kpop scenarios #angst #fluff #2k #IM BACK ON MY BULLSHIT HEY

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wonderlustlucas · 6 years

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warmth - wong yukhei

⇢ prompt It’s like a breath of fresh air on the first day of spring, filling you to the brim with new life and you can't get enough. ⇢ pairing yukhei x female reader ⇢ word count 16k ⇢ genre fluff & slight smut ⇢ warnings oh my GOD the fluff in this killed me, resuscitated me, & then hit me with a car. if you squint really hard there is like a teaspoon of smut & implied s e x ⇢ summary Meeting NCT was definitely not something you or your best friend ever imagined would actually happen on your road to stardom, but Wong Yukhei falling for you never once crossed your mind. Lucky for you, a touch of jealousy, fifteen rounds of Fortnite, impromptu snuggling, and a splash of soju is the perfect recipe for falling in love. ⇢ a/n ok FIRST OF ALL since this is my first actual fic im posting i feel like i should warn u all & apologize for my use of italics, im a little obsessed cuz when i go over & read what ive typed i always put emphasis on specific words so ya just roll w that. secondly i tried sosososo hard to include every member but obviously some got more spotlight than others thats just how the cookie crumbled BUT I TRIED. and lastly the beginning to this is a little rough but i swear it gets better trust me on this, warmth is my bby rn & im proud cuz it gets real good as u keep reading. enjoy:)

“Kim Mina and ___ ___, welcome! Take a seat! How are you?”

Yuna’s greeting is welcoming but it barely calms your nerves. Your grip on Mina’s hand is like iron, but you finally have to let go and give your best smile before shimmying onto the high stool. Mina starts the small talk with the two anchors and you can’t help but silently thank her. Lord knows small talk was not your thing.

Meanwhile, you glance around the large room, taking it all in—from the brightness of all the screens to the professional video cameras facing in your direction and all the way to the small crowd of fans cheering outside. How did you end up here?

“So, tell me, what started this amazing journey the two of you have gotten yourselves into?” Seojun, the second anchor, asks with a beaming grin. You look to Mina and she nods to you in approval. Deep breathe. Don’t panic.

“Well, Mina and I have been best friends, if you’d like to put it that simply, since we were freshmen,” the three chuckle at your comment, “we both shared and bonded over our love for BTS, actually, and then Seventeen, NCT, Red Velvet, and so on.”

You pause to lick your lips and take a deep gulp of air.

“We both weren’t very active nor athletic. First, we played volleyball, then lacrosse, and we even tried golf but sports just wasn’t really our thing. So, we eventually settled for a gym membership and spent a lot of time there together, and over time we really got into shape,” you stop again to laugh when Yuna reaches out to poke at Mina’s very prominent bicep muscle.

“And so one-day junior year we were jamming to, uh, I don't know,” you laugh, glancing to Mina. “BBoom BBoom,” she says, “by MOMOLAND.”

You smile to yourself at the fond memory. “Anyway, Mina randomly suggested that we should learn the full choreography and not just random parts. At first, I laughed at her ‘cause I thought there was no way either of us was bright enough to remember the full thing. But she was so serious about it that I eventually just agreed to it to humor her, and we actually learned it by ourselves.”

“It wasn’t as easy as I thought, though,” Mina interrupts, “it took a really, really long time just to get the footwork and so many times I knew ___ wanted to shoot herself for agreeing to do this,” she laughs and the three of you join her. “But once we got it, we recorded it, and we were just amazed. Like, ‘Wow, we did that! That’s us!’ and we showed everyone we knew. The sense of pride motivated us to do it again. So we did Mic Drop by BTS, and when we uploaded it on YouTube it really blew up within our school,” Mina stops and looks at you to continue.

“Our friends and family really started spreading the word about us after the fourth or fifth video we uploaded. In the meantime, a lot of kids thought we were really weird for, you know, putting ourselves out there like that. But it was just so fun to dance that we really didn’t care about both the positive or negative feedback we were getting. After all, we were only seventeen, you know. But things really started getting serious about two months ago when we uploaded Baby Don’t Stop from NCT U and CLAP from Seventeen. Someone big must have stumbled upon our account because a week later we were in the newspaper. Something about ‘arising local stars,’ I think,” you pause when Yuna shuffles through her papers to pull out the exact article you were talking about.

“Yep,” she pauses to flip through the papers, “‘___ ___ and Kim Mina: Small-town Seniors to Stardom,’ wow, so you two really caught someone’s eye,” she comments as Seojun nods in agreement.

“So yeah, that’s basically it. We still plan to graduate high school and all, but right now we’re not sure if we want to go to college at this point. We have a steady income as of right now and hopefully, we can really make this into a career. It’s kind of our passion at this point, not just a hobby,” you finish, fixing the collar of the rather fitting romper you were wearing.

“Wow,” Seojun comments and brings his hands up to clap, “talk about an inspiring story.”

“Hopefully. We tell our followers that even if you may feel really lost in the world right now, you will find something that you’re passionate about, it’ll just take time and probably some stupid idea,” Mina concludes with a beaming smile and an arm around your neck, tugging you in close.

Yuna and Seojun coo in unison at the affectionate act and you can’t help but squeeze Mina back.

“So, we have a few more questions,” Yuna finally says after you pull away from your best friend. You sit up straighter in your seat and nod excitedly.

“This one’s easy. Who is your favorite group?” Seojun asks once he’s done flipping through the pile of note cards in his hands.

“NCT, for the both of us,” Mina replies easily, and you nod in agreement. “And do you have a bias, as I’ve heard you call it, in the group?” Yuna asks and you immediately feel the heat rush to your cheeks. It wasn’t that you’re embarrassed, you just don’t want to talk about it.

So, yeah, maybe you’re embarrassed.

“Uh-oh, ___ is red,” Seojun catches on and you squawk in embarrassment, having to hide your face from the cameras just so those watching wouldn’t be able to see you flush so badly. “Well, my bias is Taeyong,” Mina replies while soothingly patting your arm to get you to look back up.

“Yukhei,” you eventually squeak out after sitting up.

“Which choreography so far has been you’re favorite?” Yuna moves on instead of picking on your red-hot embarrassment anymore and you quietly thank the gods.

“Oh geez, I can’t choose one. CLAP, HIGHLIGHT, Burning Up, DNA, Cherry Bomb, 7th Sense, Baby Don’t Stop, Boss... all favorites. No way we could simplify it to one,” Mina laughs after naming off a few.

“Alright, last question before the surprise,” Yuna says, winking at the camera mischievously, “if you could go back in time, would you have started this journey earlier than you had?”

You glance at Mina and pause to think for a moment. Would you? Mina opens her mouth to say something but closes it again, clearly stumped by the question.

“No,” you speak up, “I think the way we did it worked out in the best way possible. It started as a joke for us, but the music we love turned it into something we’re passionate about. If we started this when we were any younger, we wouldn’t have been as mature and probably wouldn’t have gotten as much attention as we have. We would’ve looked like even more idiots to the public. It all happened for a reason, and I wouldn’t want to change it one bit, you know?” You rant, picking at your nails as you do so. Was that too much? Too little? Hopefully I didn't sound cocky.

“There you have it, folks! Wise words from eighteen-year olds ___ ___ and Kim Mina!” Seojun cheers and Yuna claps. Mina bows and you smile appreciatively. “Don’t leave just yet! After this commercial break, Mina and ___ will be performing live before the show ends! Stay tuned everybody!” Yuna finally announces and you can finally breathe again now that the cameras are off.

“Go on and get changed, kiddos. Don’t wanna miss your own performance,” Seojun smiles. “Thank you. And thank you for having us. This was amazing,” you reply, hopping off the seat and giving him and Yuna firm handshakes before storming backstage with Mina.

“You spoke so well! What the fuck? What happened to little ol’ ___ stuttering and dying when she has to present?” Mina exclaims excitedly, spinning you into a hug in the dressing room. “I don't know! I just—I have no idea! I felt so, so... proud, you know? Look how far we’ve gotten,” You speak hurriedly, peeling everything off your body.

“I know, this is crazy. I feel like I’m gonna shit myself,” Mina replies as you both unclasp each other’s bras to replace them with sports bras. “Me too. I don’t know why I’m so nervous to perform, we could do this choreo asleep, with our eyes closed, and our legs cut off,” you exaggerate, tugging up your ripped black skinny jeans and hopping around to get them up.

“With our legs cut off?” Mina laughs as she pulls up her denim shorts. “But no, I feel you. It’s because it’s live, we usually have the comfort of knowing that we can mess up without anyone knowing,” she explains as you push your arms through the sleeves of the cropped white tank you decided on.

The two of you finish getting dressed, quickly stretch, and hurry back out before you actually are late. “Good luck, don’t mess up,” Mina whispers, fixing your braids and giving your hands a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “Thanks, asshole. You too.”

Baby Don’t Stop starts from the speakers, extremely loud but too quiet and exhilarating but soothing all at the same time. It’s a natural habit now—the way your body moves to Ten’s absolutely panty-dropping voice and Taeyong’s aggressive rapping—arms twisting in ways that used to hurt and legs reaching new angles every second.

But it’s happening all too quickly—you want it to slow down so you can bask in the feeling of doing what you love for everyone to see.

You find yourself singing along like you usually do, and start to worry that it could be heard. What if you sound like a crow, squawking Ten and Taeyong’s beautiful lyrics? Focus. You mentally slap yourself when you lean over a minute and a half in to scratch Mina’s chin and head. So you keep going.

You always dance Ten’s role—it was something you begged Mina when you chose Baby Don’t Stop as the next choreography you two would learn. Mina had no problem with it, considering she wanted to dance her own bias’ moves.

Two minutes in and you were officially breathing heavier after the last few complicated moves you had to do. Then the transition to Cherry Bomb started and you took a couple much needs breathes before continuing.

These last two minutes of Cherry Bomb you performed were always the hardest, especially since it was mainly beats rather than actual singing or rapping. There were so many movements that needed perfecting, so many angles that needed to be reached, and so many changes that had to be done quickly all had your head spinning.

Your legs are burning. God, they hurt. You can feel the sweat dripping across your neck, down your spine, and into the waistline of your jeans like a waterfall. However, you receive an adrenaline rush sent by the heavens after the first time you have to fall back onto the floor only to quickly lean back up and do a few more grueling flips and tumbles.

After your very difficult part on the floor, you finally rejoin Mina for the last forty seconds to begin your descent to an almost-split before jumping back up and finishing the song.

The loud music is cut off and you are left with only you and Mina’s heavy breathing, blood rushing in your ears, and the loud applause coming from the crew, anchors, and friends and family off to the side.

Oh my God. We did it. You quickly turn to Mina and engulf her into the tightest hug of your life, not caring about the slick layer of perspiration between you. “I’m so proud of you,” you mumble into her neck, giving her one last squeeze. “Of us,” she quips as Seojun and Yuna stop next to her.

“Kim Mina and ___ ___, ladies and gentlemen! Thank you all for watching and have a wonderful night!”

You wave tiredly at the camera and give a weak smile, but all you can focus on is how heavy your breathing is and an annoying bead of sweat rolling down into your asscrack. Seojun and Yuna say something about relaxing for a while in the private lounge upstairs and as soon as you hear water and brownies you’re off, racing Mina up the stairs no matter how badly your legs scream at you not to.

“I can’t believe we did that!” Mina screams, spinning around and making a bee-line for the table full of beverages and food. You quickly yank your sweaty tank off your body, crumble it up in a ball, and toss it at her head. “Oh my God, you’re a disgusting, repulsive, ugly, sickening rat,” she hisses, swatting your outreaching hand away.

You chuckle to yourself as you grab a water bottle, pausing for a moment to grimace at the copious amount of sweat in your cleavage before cracking the cap off of the bottle and nearly inhaling the delightfully cold, refreshing liquid.

“You know, maybe we should just forget about this. I’m so tired of the way you treat me,” you start, finishing the bottle before cracking open another one without even glancing her way.

“___,” she starts to interrupt, but you don’t let her. “Like, the amount of disrespect I get is nauseating,” you continue while reaching for a brownie and basically shoving the whole thing in your mouth. “___,” she says again.

“I just don’t understand. I do nothing but love and support you, clean the house, nurse our children,” you pause to chew on a chocolate chip cookie, “pick up the dog’s shit, for crying out loud! And this is what I get back?” You finally end your sarcastic rant, popping pieces of cut fruit into your mouth before breaking into a fit of giggles.

“___!” she shouts this, and you finally look at her, wondering if you’ve somehow offended her. You follow her gaze once you realize she’s not even paying any mind to you or your shenanigans.

And there they are.

All eighteen of them.

Right across the room.

The water bottle doesn’t make it to your mouth this time but instead falls from your grip and onto the floor. You don’t even notice it, considering all eighteen fucking members of NCT are sitting only a few yards away, their mouths slightly agape and a shocked expression mirroring your own.

You don’t know how long it takes for one of you to finally say something. “Am I hallucinating or is NCT in our room?” Mina whispers.

You blink hard. Rub your eyes. Pinch your skin. “No. They’re there.”

And then you sob. You don’t know what happened, but something within you snaps and a choke sounds from your lips and tears swell from your eyes.

“Oh my God, don’t cry,” someone says and seconds later engulfs you in a hug.

They were here. In the same room as you. Had they watched you perform? Were they invited, or did they coincidentally have an interview here as well? You sob into the jacket of whoever is holding you, your knees buckling beneath you as they hold you.

“Why are you crying?” None other than Nakamoto Yuta asks quietly, his hand placed gently on your head rubbing soothing circles.

You finally pull away and wipe underneath your eyes. When you look up at him you nearly choke again. He’s so beautiful. “I—how? I just—where did you? What the fuck?” You cry again and nearly melt into a pathetic puddle when he wipes the tears from your eyes.

“Should we leave?” Yuta laughs, his hands resting on your bare shoulders. “No!” You shout, too loudly. You look down in embarrassment. “Okay, good. I was beginning to wonder you actually didn’t like us,” he chuckles again, and this time you look at his face and nearly faint when you see his gorgeous smile you’ve spent hours gawking over.

“No, never. I’m just... confused? How—who? How did you guys get here?” You stutter, shaking under his gaze.

“Well, we were kind of notified that you two would be performing our songs and thought it would be pretty cool to surprise you,” a new voice appears. You feel like throwing up when Mark Lee comes into view.

“I don’t—I literally don’t know how to talk anymore. How is this happening?” You whisper to yourself, hoping they don’t hear you but by their chuckles they apparently do. “Sorry we surprised you to the point you practically shit yourself,” another someone laughs.

Lee Je No has joined your little circle now too, and you reach out to the table next to you to stand properly. “Sorry, give me a moment,” you chuckle, not because you find it funny, but because you’re so entirely wound up you think death is quite possible.

After a moment or so of you controlling your breath and the three awkwardly standing there, you finally lean up and look over them again. Calm down, idiot. They’re people. People that you have read smut about way too many times and have cried your heart out over. But still people.

“Hi, I’m ___,” you eventually opt for, reaching out to whoever. Yuta takes your hand first, then Jeno, and finally Mark. They introduce themselves as if it was totally normal. Mina!

“One second,” you quip, shuffling over to see Mina in her own little circle of Park Ji Sung, Kim Jungwoo, Kim Dong Young, and Lee Tae Yong.

She was with Taeyong!

You scan over the rest of NCT some who are in their conversations or awkwardly standing there. After all, it was eighteen meeting two. Your eyes don’t stay on one person for too long, just because your excitement is so overwhelming and you need to see everyone.

Wong Yukhei. There he was. Six feet tall in all his glory, rocking on his heels as he laughed loudly with Qian Kun. “Lucas is here,” you say suddenly and to no one in particular.

Your statement comes off more as a question and the trio laugh. “Well, he is part of NCT, is he not?” Mark asks with a grin. “Shush, she’s going through a midlife crisis over here. You heard her earlier,” Yuta retorts with an elbow to Mark’s side.

“Oh God, did he hear me say that he’s my bias?” You hiss, slapping yourself on the forehead. “Well, we were all watching, so I’d say so by the way he blushed about a hundred shades red,” Jeno says, giving your shoulder a squeeze. He blushed?

“C’mon, you should meet everyone,” Marks luckily saves the day and changes the subject. He reaches for your hand and you take it gently, looking down in hot embarrassment. You aren’t wearing your shirt! You’re mouth forms an ‘o’ as recognition hits you like a train and you let go of his hand to pick up the crumpled shirt on the floor.

Even after you pull the damp tank back on you still feel incredibly embarrassed for having been so exposed to the boys and can’t seem to shake it from your mind until you start meeting everyone.

It’s awkward at first, but they’re all incredibly sweet—sweeter than they are online—and you fit right in. After thirty minutes or so, you’re finally led to the last few members.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Lucas. What do I say? Act normal? Pretend he isn’t my lock screen or the reason I’ve been up until four in the morning on so many nights? You have yet another midlife crisis and opt to just smile at him.

But you can’t look away. The tall, beautiful, genuine, hilarious, pure, wonderful boy you never in a million years thought would be so close. You can barely breath when his eyes lock with yours and every working brain cell disintegrates.

His lips. They were even plusher and poutier in person and you wanted nothing more than to touch them. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead while a few blonde strands brushed his long eyelashes and you nearly cried at how soft and fluffy it looked. Defined eyebrows, darkdarkdark brown eyes, sharp jaw, and the soft slope of his nose were the only things you were focused on and yet you couldn’t find yourself to care despite the incredibly long staring contest the two of you were having.

“I was just telling everyone that you’re my mini-me,” Ten giggles and it finally brings you back to reality. You look away from Lucas to quirk an eyebrow at Ten’s statement. Just how long were you staring? Long enough to not know what they’re talking about, clearly. “You know,” he elbows you, “you dance my part in Baby Don’t Stop.”

“Oh,” you laugh, curling into him when his arm drapes over your shoulder, “I wouldn’t say I’m a mini you. Nowhere’s close.”

“You’re lying,” Lucas interjects and it takes everything in you to look at him again. “I think you dance it even better than Ten,” he teases and when he laughs something deep within the confines of your heart sparks—it’s a loud, hearty laugh that you swear on your life is the best sound you have ever heard. Your mouth falls open at his compliment and can’t help the hotness that rushes up your neck and onto your cheeks.

“Ouch,” Ten fakes to cry, finally removing his arm to place his hand over his heart. What were you to say? You simply could not form a coherent reply and instead stood there like an idiot, completely starstruck.

Eventually, conversations start to slow down and everyone is sitting, either on their phone or piling junk food onto plants and chowing down. You find yourself gravitating to the empty seat next to Mina and as soon as you sit down, she grins at you.

“What have we gotten ourselves into?” You laugh, toying with rips in your jeans. “I don’t know. All I do know is that I don’t ever want them to leave,” she sighs, and the realization hits you.

They were going to have to go eventually, and no matter how close they lived to you or not, the chances of ever being able to see them were incredibly low. It was like a dagger to the heart, twisting and digging into you as the disappointment settled in. “At least we got to meet them,” you whisper, trying to be optimistic.

“I know, but now that I’ve had a taste, I want the full platter,” she mumbles and you feel like smacking her for having to sound so wise.

Before you can reply, Chenle appears next to Mina and leans on his elbows, wisps of blonde hair falling into his eyes. “Hey, so, would you guys want to come back to the dorms with us? We’re doing a vLive and thought it would be cool to have you guys in it. It’ll be a truth or dare kind of thing with all of us. You guys should come.”

You gape up at him. Go back to the dorms with them? “Could we take a shower?” Mina asks.

“Yeah, of course. vLive can wait,” he laughs, the high pitch of it makes you laugh as well. Mina looks at you, silently pleading to agree.

“I’ll have to ask my mom.”

It took a lot of pleading and begging and fake crying for both you and Mina’s parents to finally agree. After a whole lecture about boys only wanting to get into girls’ pants, arguing that they aren't like that, and making you promise to never leave each other’s sides, you were finally at the dorms.

After Jaehyun guided you both to the bathrooms, you finally got the shower you desperately needed. After shampoo and conditioner, you scrubbed the layer of dried sweat off your skin and simply stood under the warmth of the water. Your muscles were so damn sore, and you were so incredibly exhausted that you feared you would be knocked out and miss out on the fun.

When someone knocked on the door and teased you about taking forever, you started to feel bad and eventually turned the water off. You dried, brushed your damp hair, and swapped your towel for leggings and a black t-shirt that stopped mid-thigh all under fifteen minutes before finally exiting the bathroom.

You hear laughter coming from down the hall and aimlessly follow in that direction, hoping to find your newfound... friends and not walk into some important meeting. Although, who would be meeting at seven o'clock at night?

“___, we got pizza!” Johnny calls from across the room, being the first to notice your entrance. Wow. The dance practice room is even bigger in person? Your fingers trace the mirrors on every wall as you make your way over, completely entranced with the large room.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” Win Win asks, clearly catching onto your awe. “Yeah, I can’t believe how... how big it is,” you gape, spinning on your heels to take it all in again. Imagine how awesome it would be to have all this space!

“That’s what she said,” someone comments, and you look over to see Jaehyun smirking and can't help but laugh at his stupid line. “How original,” you snort while the rest of the boys roar in laughter.

“How did you manage to finish before me?”

You’re surprised when Mina appears by your side but also relieved that she’s finally here. “’Dunno, a lot of weird things have happened today.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Are you guys going to eat or did we order four boxes for nothing?” Taeyong asks and you roll your eyes while Mina mumbles something along the lines of ‘so damn aggressive’ in your ear.

You skip over to the table and grab at a slice while discerning where to sit. Were you to just sit anywhere randomly? By yourself? With someone in particular? This is awkward. Jaemin must have read your mind since he calls you over and pats the open spot on the windowsill next to him.

“Thanks,” you smile, pulling your legs up and sitting crisscross. “So,” he starts, and you glance up at him.

Damn.

Jaemin always had a special place in your heart, so having him right here in front of you made concentrating on one part of his face rather difficult. “So.”

“I thought you and Mina’s whole story was really cool. Since it started as a joke and such,” he says, casually leaning back against the window. “Aw, thank you! As much as it would be super cool to be able to tell people dancing has been our passion our whole life, that’s just not the case. We just lucked out, I guess.”

“Heck yeah, you did. I mean, look at you! It’s a shame you don't sing too—you’d really be a knock-out,” he compliments rather smoothly, crisscrossing his own legs so that your knees were now touching. You couldn’t tell if he was flirting or not, not that you minded, but quickly brushed it off.

“Nana, are you flirting with a girl older than you?”

You look up and nearly shit yourself when Lucas leans against the wall next to you, his muscular thighs just barely pressing gently against your bent knee. “That’s exactly what I’m doing,” Jaemin replies, clearly not fazed by Lucas’ sudden bossy front.

“Anyway, I’m off. Catch me later, yeah?” Jaemin beams, playfully bumping into your shoulder before hopping off the sill and walking away. Leaving you by yourself. With Yukhei.

“Hello,” he greets, his voice deep and his grin wide, making his big eyes scrunch up in delight. “Hi,” you squeak, voice quiet and rather pathetic. “I’m starting to think you don’t like me, ___, and I’m really hurt,” he sighs from his position still next to the wall. Very intimidating for such a soft boy. You take a deep breath. Act normal.

You scoff. “Ah, yes, Yukhei, I’m sorry to break it to you, but I don’t like you.”

“You know you can call me Lucas.”

“I’m aware,” you laugh, suddenly hyper-aware of the sudden lack of space when he leans even closer. “Then why do you call me Yukhei?”

You swallow the thump in your throat and force yourself to look at the boy you have once claimed your undying love for. “’Dunno. I’ll start calling you Lucas if you really want me to.”

“No! No—I didn’t mean it like that. I just—never mind.” Bingo. Finally broke his little facade. “Gosh, Yukhei, you shouldn’t be flirting with a younger girl,” you use his words to Jaemin somewhat against him, and the sudden confidence has you grinning up at him. His mouth hangs open a bit.

Before he replies, Taeyong claps and everyone’s attention is on him. “We’re starting the vLive so if everyone could somehow come over here that would be fantastic.”

You shift off the windowsill after popping the last piece of pizza in your mouth and look up at Lucas, who’s still looking at you with his jaw slack. “Sorry, I’ll go back to being nervous around you,” you tease before bouncing back over to the two sofas.

Despite everyone’s pleas for you and Mina to sit on the couch, you opt for the floor and sit next to Jaehyun who greets you with a heartwarming smile. “Have you ever done a vLive before?” He asks once you’re comfortably settled next to him.

“Oh yeah, we’ve done a few. It’s kind of hard when you’re still a senior and have a shit ton of homework. Plus trying to learn new choreography takes a lot of free time,” you laugh. “I mean, you would know,” you add, hoping to not sound cocky.

“I feel that,” he smiles, moving his arm from between you to rest around your shoulders. You can’t help but smile at it.

“And... we’re on!” Jungwoo cheers, finally moving away from the phone set up on a tripod a few feet away. Everyone cheers and waves so you awkwardly join in, hoping to somewhat seem as if you aren’t freaking out internally.

Taeil, Mark, and Renjun go back and forth asking everyone watching to drop questions along with ‘good dares because we’re not pussies in this bitch,’ as Haechan whispered from behind you. It doesn’t take long for the comments to start flooding in, and you watch from Mina’s phone that a lot of them are mainly asking who you and she are.

“Guys, this is Kim Mina,” Taeyong finally announces, patting her head from his spot on the floor next to her.

“And this is my best friend ___ ___!” Jaehyun shouts, pulling you into his chest. “Woo!” You cheer, your heart ready to burst at his outburst of affection. “If you guys didn’t catch their performance today, definitely check out their YouTube channel. Super talented gals,” Taeyong finishes.

“Except they don’t sing!” Jaemin shouts and you glance back to give him a playful glare.

“Actually, I heard ___ singing my part in Baby Don’t Stop today,” Ten interjects and you want to die. The boys break into a chorus of ‘oooh’s, turning their attention to him. “She’s pretty good, not gonna lie. Not as good as me, of course,” he giggles.

You laugh, more thankful that you apparently don’t sound like a toad from Hell itself when you absentmindedly sing along during performances.

“I found a question!” Yuta hoots. “Mina and ___, are you dating anybody?”

You glance at Mina and break into a fit of laughter. “If we were dating anybody we definitely would not be here right now. Plus no one in our school wants to date us, we’re losers. So no, we’re not dating anyone,” Mina laughs.

“Way to lighten the mood,” Chenle cackles like a dolphin somewhere behind you.

“Oh, I got a dare. Jungwoo, you have been dared to slap Doyoung’s booty,” Jaehyun calls from next to you. Ah, yes. You’d finally get to see Dowoo in action.

After a few moments the two get up and stand right in front of you, and Jungwoo gives the most aggressive slap he could have done that has the whole room roaring in laughter while Doyoung basically cries.

“Mina, someone asked you to marry them, what do you say?” Ten shouts. “Sure! I’ll marry you!” The pretty girl next to you says to the phone, adding a charming wink that has them laughing again.

“Wow, I feel left out on this one. But someone asked that Mina, ___, and everyone from the Firetruck music video perform the first minute of the choreo,” Jeno reads and your eyes nearly bug out of your head. More dancing? “I don't think my legs can take any more moving,” Mina sighs.

“I’m with you on that one.”

“Do you know this?” Mark asks, walking with you to push the tripod back so everyone could fit within the frame.

“Yeah, might be a little dusty though,” you laugh. “That’s okay, so are we,” Yuta reassures before getting into his position. The song begins and luckily it only takes you a few moments for it to come back to you, but the song is paused after at the minute mark even before you can really get into it or break a sweat.

“That was fun,” you comment, sitting back down next to Mina and Jaehyun. His arm goes back around your shoulders and you’re left thinking way too far into it, your heart beating wildly at the older boy’s sudden attachment.

“Truth for Mina again: how are you so gorgeous?” Chenle reads and you watch as her face turns a deep shade of red that has you all cooing at her. “I’m not. But thank you,” she rushes and you smack the back of her head.

“I got a dare! Ha. Jisung, you have to eat a raw egg,” Jungwoo giggles and everyone cries ‘eww’ in unison. “I hate you all,” he grumbles, getting up and jogging out of the room. Moments later the blue-headed boy returns, glass in hand.

“You’re all going to burn in Hell for this,” he says before bringing the glass to his lips and chugging the egg down like a shot.

“Ehhhhhhh, ew, oh gosh, ewww,” he whines second later, his tongue wiggling out of his mouth and his face contorting into a disgusted grimace.

“Dare for ___ and Mina! You guys have to do splits,” Johnny reads, glancing up from his phone to wiggle his eyebrows at you.

“I can’t do a split,” you grumble, stumbling up to your feet. You move away a little and suddenly feel incredibly self-conscious when Mina goes down once and gets it perfectly. Your mouth hangs open. “Yeah, I don’t do that.”

“Try!” Someone hoots and you opt for a straddle since you almost have that during Cherry Bomb. You start to spread your legs, going lower and lower until the muscles in your thighs are screaming. “You got it!” Mina cheers you on, “helping” you by pushing your back lightly.

Instead, you lose your balance and stumble over, groaning when your chin hits the hard floor. “Thanks, stupidhead,” you mumble, your face red in embarrassment because you just face planted in front of NCT and their fan base.

You stand back up and brush yourself off with a smile, trying to seem unbothered, especially when Jaehyun shoots you a sympathetic smile from the floor. You make your way to the table and pour yourself a cup of soda despite the fact that Lucas was right there, ignoring him altogether to avoid another awkward encounter.

But, unfortunately yet somewhat, fortunately, he has a different idea. Before you can manage to walk away, his large hands reach out, attach to your waist, and pull you down until your sitting rigidly on his lap, perfectly set within the space of his chest and the arm of the sofa.

You attempt to not think too far into it, reminding yourself of all the times members randomly pull one another into each other’s laps. But this was Lucas, pulling you onto his lap. Your heart is beating sporadically now, all the blood rushing to your head and goosebumps rising along your skin.

He clearly notices it, too, since his one hand still on your waist squeezes while the fingers on his other trace the bumps on your forearm. You twist your head to look at him. “What are you doing?” You hiss after it finally hits you—people were watching.

“Am I still you’re favorite?” He grins, obviously mocking the question posed by Yuta. “Not right now you aren’t,” you retort, eyes wide when he laughs loud and incredibly obnoxious. Now everyone was really looking.

“Sorry! ___ is just super funny!” He laughs again and your eyes go wide as everyone takes in the scene before them. After they all get over it and go back to the vLive, you look at him again.

“Are you on drugs? What’s up with you? You’re even crazier in person,” you whisper, your voice clearly shrinking when his hands go back to wrap snugly across your stomach. “Not crazy.” Is all he says.

“What, then? Are you suddenly super clingy or something? Or just drunk out of your mind?” You keep egging him on—you need to know what’s going through his damn head. “First Jaemin, then Jaehyun, and then everyone’s whispering about you,” he replies, his voice deep and raspy in your ear.

“Excuse me?”

“Gotta make sure I’m still you’re favorite,” he whispers, smiling innocently against your shoulder. Your mouth falls agape. What the fuck was going on? Since when? How? When did this all happen?

As the vLive dragged on, there wasn’t many dares or questions posed anymore, and everyone was just joking around and talking. At times when both you and Lucas were laughing, you thought you could make an escape but his long fingers became an iron grip on your ribs if you even tried moving. And he was acting so normal; still cracking jokes and making faces and acting like an idiot as if you weren’t even there.

So, you eventually give up and decide you might as well get comfortable, moving around so his hip bone wasn’t uncomfortably digging into you or that you weren’t awkwardly just plopped on his lap. After all, it’s not like your making out with him or doing anything bad. Sitting on laps was a fairly normal thing, right?

And oh God, did he smell like heaven. It was as if sandalwood and peppermint were clouding your brain, and every time you glanced up you got a little peek at his gentle features you had found yourself so in love with when he first debuted. How did you find yourself so close to someone that nearly fills up half of your camera roll?

“Anyway, guys, I think we’re gonna log out for tonight.”

You turn your attention back to the original reason you were even here, heart thumping against your chest and whole body on fire. You cannot concentrate with Yukhei’s body heat warming you head to toe and his breathing against your neck or his occasional laugh, let alone his long fingers spread across the dips of your waist and his thighs beneath your own. You blink until you refocus, quickly realizing everyone was waving and shouting goodbye. With an apprehensive and rather awkward wave, you watch in relief as Taeyong finally ends the live.

You hold your breath—what now? As soon as his grip loosens you’re up, moving a few feet away to stretch and simply breath. Lucas follows after a few seconds, raising his long arms over his head and stretching them with a yawn.

“That was fun,” he says with a smile plastered on his face. You glare at him, not entirely too sure what to say. What was there to even say? ‘Hey man, what the fuck was that?’ or were you to just act normal about it? And what were the NCTzens going to say or do, and how many questions were going to be asked? Hopefully, people wouldn't delve that far into it.

“You guys should always come over when we go live,” he says, rocking on his heels. Oh, was this what we were going to do? Act normal? “I don’t think your fans would like that very much,” you laugh awkwardly.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I mean, or we could always use more members for NCT. Make it twenty,” he jokes and you truly laugh this time. “Yeah, no. I’m holding out until NCT Antarctica.”

“That would be exciting, you could impress everyone with your almost-there-but-not-really split,” he teases, laughing loudly again. There you go being embarrassed again, face burning red. “Shut up.”

“I’m kidding, I certainly can’t do that,” he says. “Gee, that makes me feel better,” you scoff playfully, rolling your eyes. He gasps. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hey, I hate to say this, but are you ready to go? I’m so knocked.”

Before you can reply Mina is next to you, pressing her body weight onto your side. “Uh, yeah, I’m ready if you are,” you smile to her sympathetically. “Thank the heavens, I could sleep for a year.”

“Mina and ___ are leaving, guys!” Lucas suddenly shouts and everyone breaks into a chorus of ‘aww’s. Ignoring the painfully obvious disappointment, you and Mina say goodbye to each member, offering a hug and quick exchange of appreciative pleasantries.

“What’s your numbers? We’re adding you to a group chat,” Ten says after releasing you from a hug. “What?”

He beams at you and you stutter your number out, Mina doing the same, and watch in complete astonishment as Ten types them into his phone. “Thanks,” he grins again, bringing you into another quick hug. He and Lucas walk the two of you to the door, and when Lucas wraps his arms around your waist after hugging Mina you feel as if you’re literally flying—physically and emotionally—as he lifts your feet up off the ground.

“Bye, ___,” he mumbles after setting you back down. “’Night, Yukhei.”

“Am I still your favorite?”

“Yeah, don’t you worry.”

Forty-eight hours later when you’re in the middle of studying AP Chemistry vocabulary, you receive a text from a number not saved. When you swipe it open, it’s a group chat full of exactly twenty people, and the only name in there is Mina.

Seventy-two hours later you have plans for Saturday night.

Forty-four hours later, you are sitting on the same sofas from last week, watching NCT U practice Boss while the backup dancers give you and Mina the rundown.

You’re nervous. You’ve done this choreography before, basically have it memorized like the back road you take on the way home, but you never did it as a group. The version with just two people was significantly different; plus having to do it with NCT? You would’ve never dreamt of this in a million—trillion—years.

You spent way too much time watching the dance practice on their channel and practicing it with Mina. Both Jaehyun and Win Win were feeling ill, and although the live could have just been pushed back, Taeyong insisted the two of you came and joined in for ‘shits and giggles,’ as Mark texted.

Thankfully it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing and it wouldn't be uploaded anywhere. But it would be live, which meant absolutely zero mistakes.

Mina squeezes your hand when the two of you finally move to the boys and get in your respective positions, the live already started a few minutes ago. “You ready?” Lucas turns around from in front of you, offering a reassuring smile. You nod quickly, swallowing the lump in the back of your throat and focusing on the positives.

Hey, maybe this would help your future career. Being with NCT for the second time may shine some light on you and Mina and could possibly give you major popularity. Nothing but good could come out of this, you tell yourself.

The song starts and your mind completely goes into business mode, your brain remembering twists and turns correctly until you’re following each part spotlessly, especially Jaehyun’s solo part, no matter how awkward it is looking into the phone all to yourself.

And you can’t help but feel as if your pushing yourself harder simply because Lucas is there with you. Sure, you’re scared shitless of messing up, but knowing he might be watching most definitely gives you a push, even if you don't want to admit it.

But you mess up.

It’s minor—incredibly minuscule that no one besides you probably notices it. Your ankle twists in an awkward angle and a searing pain shoots up your Achilles tendon that has you breathless for a moment. You dance through it though, and the song ends before you even know it.

The only sound throughout the large room is the heavy breathing from everyone followed by a joyous cheer. “That was so fun, holy shit. Dancing with a group is so... so empowering,” Mina stammers with her hands on her hips, breath heavy. You simply nod in agreement, your mind too caught up in how much your foot burns. Fuck.

“Showers and pizza, yeah?” Doyoung asks, running a hand through his dampened hair. Everyone nods in silent agreement before splitting up in different directions in search of a free bathroom.

You wobble behind Mina and it doesn't take her long to realize something’s up.

“You're hurt,” she notes, watching the way you limp. “Yeah. It’s fine. I’ll be okay,” you mumble, shooting her a smile and ignoring the rise of her perfectly sculpted right eyebrow.

But it still hurts, even after your shower.

Simply trying to pull your cotton shorts up your leg is an ordeal and you’re left out of breath once you have them on. Instead of heading back to where everyone else is, you wander through the corridors for the kitchen and once you’re there, you open the freezer in search for an icepack.

“Whatcha looking for?” You practically jump out of your skin at Lucas’ sudden appearance, leaning on the counter. “An ice pack,” you grumble, shoving an ice-cream carton out of the way.

“Yo, yo, yo, no need to get aggressive with the Rocky Road, man. What do you need an icepack for?”

“Foot. Ankle. Tendon. That area,” you reply, lifting your foot and pointing to the now swollen area. “Foot-ankle-tendon, that’s new.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, lightly smacking his hand. “Sorry, sorry,” he laughs freely now, the loud, angelic sound filling the room. He scoots you out of the way and continues digging through the freezer until moments later, he comes up with a beloved icepack. You beam at him in appreciation.

“C’mon, follow me,” he says, linking his arm through yours and leading you down a different hallway. Once he opens the door and flicks the light switch on, you realize it’s his and Kun’s room and your mouth slightly falls open. “Sit.”

You do so quietly, watching from his bed as the tall boy rummages through a dresser and seconds later whips out an ace bandage. “I can do that, you know,” you laugh awkwardly, ogling at how his beautiful face scrunches up in concentration as he kneels down and begins to snugly wrap the whole area.

“You can also call me Lucas,” he retorts, pinning the bandage in place and kicking his door closed. Your heart beats faster now. “Oh my God, what’s wrong with calling you Yukhei? Unless you truly don’t like being called that,” you laugh as he plops down beside you and turns the television on. Your heart settles.

“No, I don’t mind. I’m just not used to people I’m not super close with calling me Yukhei,” he admits while flipping through channels. “Oh. I’m being honest, I’ll call you Lucas from now on if you want.”

“I’m teasing, you can call me anytime,” he looks over with a wink, but then his face falls, “wait.”

You genuinely laugh at him this time, watching as he frowns. “How did you forget the whole beginning to that pun?”

“I don’t know. Shut up,” he snickers, then tosses the remote down next to your leg with a huff. He quickly turns to you and you look expectedly at him. “Have you ever played Fortnite?”

You laugh again. “I’ve played mobile but never Xbox or PlayStation,” you admit, watching joyfully as his eyes light up. “Can I show you how to play? We can do duos. We have two TVs, Kun and I usually play together. I mean, only if you want, you don’t have to, but—”

“Yes, I’ll play!” You interrupt, your mouth truly hurting from laughing as the beautiful boy in front of you rambled on. “Really?” He beams.

“Really.”

“Oh my gosh, this is probably the best day ever. I’ve never been able to teach anyone how to play, it’s really so fun, well you said you’ve played before so you know, but still. I feel so bad for all the girlfriends in the world who don’t play and just get annoyed ‘cause they're really missing out, you know? I’m so happy you’re somewhat experienced though, that kind of makes this a little easier. But, ah! This will really be fun,” the tall boy goes on and on, and you simply listen with a smile on your face as he sets up the two screens.

“Oh, gosh, I’m sorry, I got super excited. I promise I’m not that weird,” he chuckles uncomfortably, looking at his feet while the Fortnite screen loads. “Pfft, don’t be sorry. And that wasn’t weird at all; super cute, actually,” you smile, surprising even yourself with your blunt honesty. The pink hue of his cheeks darken and your stomach leaps—you did that!

“Okay, this is just the lobby so I can show you some stuff before it actually starts,” Lucas says, sitting back on his bed and scooting to lay back against the wall. He passes you a PlayStation controller and cups your hands in his. “Okay, this is to move,” he demonstrates and you look up to your screen and back to his fingers.

He goes on and on from explaining the simple goal of the game to shooting, jumping, crouching, and so on, but in all honesty, all you can focus on is his soft hands on yours. Luckily once the game starts you sit in comfortable silence aside from random comments about finding a chest or ‘there’s a shield over here,’ until, alas, there are only twenty people left and you encounter another duo.

The two of you break into a chorus of shouts, warning each other and groaning when you mess up. Your aim isn’t horrific, but definitely not amazing, and you’re wasting ammo terribly. When you have to reload, the opponent shoots you dead and you drop your controller with an annoyed sigh. Seconds later, he dies as well.

“Sorry, that was my fault,” you grumble, wiping your now sweaty hands on your t-shirt. “Don’t worry, eighteenth place isn’t too shabby for your first duo,” he reassures you and sets his controller down.

“Are we going to play another?” You inquire and he raises a thick brow in response. “Do you want to?”

“Um, yeah!”

You play fourteen more rounds, ranging from fiftieth, seventeenth, sixth, and sometimes even fourth place. On your last round, however, Lucas dies and leaves you to battle the last duo.

With a clever jump while reloading, you’re able to quickly kill one player and when the last player hides behind a tree, you find the perfect angle and come in first place.

“Oh my God, we won! You won!” Lucas hoots, shaking you by your shoulders until you’re cheering with him. “Yes, yes, yes!” You shout, grinning ear to ear. “I’m so proud, now you can tell everyone I’m the best Fortnite tutor ever,” he brags, running his hand through his hair and you have to keep yourself from drooling.

You check your phone. 9:47 PM. You’ve been in here for two hours. “I think we’ve played enough for tonight,” he chuckles, turning one television off and switching the other to cable. Now what? Should I leave?

“Holy shit, Zootopia is on,” he suddenly gasps and you look over to see him wide-eyed. “I thought guys weren’t supposed to like stuff like this?”

“We’re not supposed to,” he shrugs, looking over at you with a wide grin, “but I can’t help myself.” You don’t reply and instead sink lower into the mattress, fixing the pillow behind your head in order to get comfier. You keep going back and forth from watching the movie and sneaking glances at Yukhei in his red sweatshirt, hood up and hiding most of his face. Regardless, you can still see strands of his soft hair falling into his eyes and the outline of his lips and begin to feel dizzy by something so incredibly simple but still so breathtaking.

Your eyes begin to grow heavy and burn from the brightness of the television compared to the darkness of the rest of his room and you force yourself to blink hard a few times to keep them from fluttering closed. Don't fall asleep now, he's so close. He was leaning his weight on you, slightly slumping on his side with his arm and thigh pressing against yours and you could feel him breathing.

You blink again, but you don’t open them right away this time just to give them a rest. A few minutes won’t hurt, right?

You quickly fall asleep to Nick Wilde telling Officer Judy Hopps that she needs to give him that pen.

Warmth.

That’s exactly what you wake up to—you can feel warm sunlight dancing on your bare arm and face as it shines shamelessly through the curtains, the white duvet tucked up to your neck engulfs you like a hug, and overall warmth surrounds you on this lovely morning.

Never getting up, you think to yourself, or maybe you even grumble it, you don’t know. You sigh softly and curl your arms and legs tighter around your body pillow, pressing your face against it and breathing in the familiar scent—

Wait.

You inhale deeply again. Sandalwood and peppermint.

Sandalwood and peppermint?

Your eyes are open in a millisecond, but you quickly squeeze them shut in fear of that what you think you saw isn't what’s actually there. You force yourself to peel an eye open again and nearly vomit at how breathtaking the view before you is.

“Yukhei,” you finally breath, barely audible, testing to see if he was up. He doesn’t budge or flinch or sigh—nothing. He stays asleep, his breath softly fanning over your chest from where he lies. The same soothing sunlight warming your skin makes his honey skin gold, and his eyelashes cast soft shadows across his cheekbones while his lips are just so pouty you aren't even thinking when your hand leaves his side to trace his Cupid’s bow.

If your phone was in reach you’d take a picture right then and there and selfishly keep it to yourself, something no one else could have because it’s your memory to keep. But you can’t seem to move. Instead, you stay still, memorizing every plane and curve of his face because you know nothing will ever be as ethereal as what you see right now.

One, five, ten minutes later, you have no idea nor do you care, you realize you should leave. This wasn't right, as much as you hated to admit it. Your heart was completely on the line here and you weren't prepared to be utterly heartbroken in the long run.

You start to shift, slowly, barely an inch at a time, further from the comforting warmth radiating off his body. You’re closer to the window now, and once you detach his remaining hand, you can easily lean up and make your escape.

You shakily reach for his long fingers spread across the small of your back and gently slide it off and lay it on his pillow.

Yukhei groans into his soft pillow and you freeze, hoping he’ll just turn away but no—both hands come back this time, reaching for your body. And once they find your waist you’re being pulled back even closer now.

He sighs against your collarbone and you start to melt. “Don't go. You’re so warm,” he breathes, turning his face so that his cheek lies flat on the center of your chest. “I think I should.”

“No, shut up,” he mumbles back, completely locking his muscular arms around your back.

You huff in defeat and rest your hands around his shoulders. He seems to already be back asleep, so you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair you've been dying to touch and practically cry when he hums in response. So you continue to, gently scratching his scalp and untangling the ends until he's softly snoring against your collarbone once more.

Your heart genuinely aches—you can feel it in your chest, months and weeks and days and hours of adoration for the boy clinging to you swelling from inside and out and you cannot comprehend that you're even here with him. What did this mean? Friends who have only met twice and randomly texted throughout a single week did not share a bed, let alone spend the morning like this.

You sigh, mainly out of guilt but also sadness—you wanted to wake up like this every morning, stay up every day the way you had, fall asleep with him beside you every night. But would it happen? It was incredibly unlikely and you wanted to sob.

You huff again, pushing your thoughts into another corner of your brain and deciding to just relish in the moment now. You wiggle further down until finally, you’re face to face with perfection himself, his nose just barely brushing your own.

You close your eyes again, hoping maybe you’d fall back asleep and when you wake up again he wouldn’t be there anymore.

“I knew you wouldn’t leave.”

Your eyes are open in a flash, widening at his words and at the fact his own were staring at you intently. “Only because you asked. And you’re very comfy,” you admit, hoping he wouldn’t see right through you. “So I’ve been told.”

“Oh, yeah? By who?” You can't help but ask, not only were you curious but you genuinely wanted to hear his raspy morning voice again. “Oh, you know...” He trails off, and you’re not aware of his hands on your waist until they start tapping against your skin.

“Jungwoo?”

“Yeah, Jungwoo,” he breathes, nuzzling his face back into the crook of your neck and you can’t help but notice that he inhales deeply. “You alright?” You ask gingerly, placing your free hand back on his head and playing with an oddly darker strand of hair.

“Mhm,” he hums against your skin, “comfy. And you smell good.”

Your heart jumps over hurdles at his words and you’re so entirely grateful that he can't see the way your cheeks burn. You stare at the wall for the next few minutes in silence, your mind blank until he starts to breathe heavily and you can only assume he’s fallen asleep once more.

You must have fallen back asleep as well because when you open your eyes again the tall boy isn’t next to you, but sitting on the edge of the bed and prodding you awake. And by prodding, you mean attacking your sides and tickling you until your mind registers the dull pain.

“Stop, stop, stop!” You cry, leaning up and tearing his hands away. “I’m up, I’m up. Jesus,” you hiss, leaning against the wall and smoothing your hair.

He’s grinning so big you fear his face might break. “Sorry, you wouldn’t wake up so I had to do it the hard way,” he laughs.

“Did you try saying my name?”

“Yeah.”

“Poking me?”

“Yep.”

“Oh,” you sigh, “sorry. I guess I was really knocked.” He laughs. “Don’t worry about it. I would’ve let you just stay there all day but your phone was blowing up,” he explains, standing up and stretching. He’s already dressed, so when you check the time you aren't surprised to see that it’s noon.

Mina has texted you nineteen times. Some are from last night simply asking where you were, then calling you out for leaving her alone with Jeno, followed by texts from this morning calling you ‘such a thot and you know why’ and ending with something along the lines of ‘Taeyong isn’t my bias anymore;)’ and you’re laughing.

“What?” Lucas asks and you just show him, watching his expression grow until he’s laughing too. “I feel bad, I stole you from her,” he chuckles, running a hand through his hair. How were you supposed to reply to that? “That’s okay, she’s left me all by myself at parties plenty of times, this isn’t a big deal.” You notice the way his face falls but brush it off when he smiles softly and sits down beside you. “Good. How’s the foot feel?”

“Uh, better, I think. I haven’t walked it yet so I’m not sure.”

Goosebumps rise along your limbs the second he reaches for the white blanket and his knuckles brush your skin and you just pray he doesn’t notice. You watch silently as he unwraps the bandage and presses the skin around your ankle. “Well, it’s not nearly as swollen so that should be a good sign, right?”

“I suppose so,” you laugh, twisting your ankle in his gentle hold. Luckily there’s no major pain so you shimmy off the bed (as much as you don’t want to) and stand up, testing your weight as he watches on. “I think it’ll be okay.”

“Phew, thank Jesus,” he smiles, getting up as well and swinging the door open. “There’s still some leftovers from breakfast if you want some,” Lucas says as you walk down the corridor to the kitchen. Jisung and Haechan pass you on the way and when they wiggle their eyebrows, all you do is smile and look down at your feet.

“Breakfast sounds amazing.”

When you enter the kitchen only Mina and Jeno are in there, sitting on high top chairs at the counter. Mina sees you first and her eyes light up. “___! Look who decided to wake up!”

“Sorry,” you laugh, “I was super tired I suppose.”

“Mhm, I wonder why,” Jeno smirks and your mouth falls open. “NO!” You and Lucas shout at the same time and Mina and Jeno break into a fit of giggles. “We played Fortnite all night. And watched Zootopia,” you grumble, smiling appreciatively when Lucas passes you a plate.

“Is Fortnite a new code for f—”

Lucas glares at Jeno angrily and he quickly shuts up, turning to Mina with a grin. “When did that happen?” You scoff, pointing between them. If they were going to play like that, so would you.

“Well, when you two disappeared she was all alone so we hung out and even practiced Go,” Jeno retorts back. You roll your eyes in defeat and hold your plate out as Lucas spoons what’s left of scrambled eggs and toast on your plate. “Thank you,” you beam at him.

You eat in relative silence except for the occasional snicker when Lucas leans over to show you a meme on his phone. After helping to clean up, you and Mina finally deem that it’s time to leave and say goodbye to whoever is out and about in the dorms.

You find yourself wrapped in Lucas’ muscular arms once again and you can't help but feel at home in his warm embrace. Discreetly as possible, you scrunch his sweatshirt in your palms and breath in his alluring scent, praying, hoping that this won't be the last time you’ll ever be so close. “Text me, okay?” He mumbles in your hair.

“Yeah, sounds good,” you smile, finally pulling away from his hold.

And so you do. You’re lying in bed, fresh out of the shower on Tuesday night with all homework complete and Mina on FaceTime.

“Jesus Christ ___, just send it. You slept in the same bed for crying out loud,” she hisses and your face flushes at the recent memory. “Okay, okay. I’m sending it.”

9:53 PM - To Lucas: hey yukhei!!

“Oh gosh, I sent it,” you gasp, tossing your phone onto the floor and smacking your face. Mina looks at you with a raised eyebrow from the screen of your laptop. “I have to tell you something.”

Now, this makes you look up, completely forgetting about the text. “I hate that sentence,” you say, but luckily she doesn't seem too fazed. “No, it’s not bad. Well, kind of. I don’t know,” she sighs, worrying you, “remember when I texted you saying Taeyong isn’t my bias anymore?”

“I’m guessing you weren't just joking around?” You ask slowly.

“I wish. Well, when me and Jeno were hanging out all night I hadn't really realized until he was talking all philosophical to me just how cute he was. And once I did, I noticed how hardcore he was flirting,” she rambles, never looking directly at the camera, “so while you were sleeping in the same bed as Lucas I was, you know, flirting back, and we uh—we kissed. And then he apologized for rushing and I said that I was sorry too and, well, now we’re going on a date tomorrow!”

Your mouth falls open. Mina and Jeno? “I—wow. I don't know what to say,” you laugh, “that’s amazing!”

“You think so?” She’s beaming like a little girl on Christmas morning now. “Yes! While Taeyong is a god, he’s way too old for you while Jeno is our age. Plus, he’s a sweetie so I support.”

“Oh, gosh. He’s such an angel. He’s so adorable and so funny but if he thinks a joke is rude he always apologizes and God, he’s so sweet,” she goes on and you can't help but smile for her. Your phone dings from the floor and Mina stops to smirk at you. “That might be him!”

You squeal, leaning off your bed and picking up your phone.

9:57 PM - To You: Hello ___ !!!

“Oh my God, he replied,” you squeak excitedly, bouncing excitedly. “Yes!” Mina shouts and you can’t help but laugh. “Ask him how he is.”

9:58 PM - To Lucas: how are youuuu

“So yeah, I guess we’re going to have to double date now,” she giggles and if she was next to you, you would have smacked her. “I don’t want to mess this up, you know? It’s still so unreal to me,” you sigh.

“I mean, you’re already pretty good friends with him and you had a major snuggle session, plus I think you’re both whipped and should just marry now,” Mina says and you laugh at her honesty. “Ah, yes. Marriage is always the answer.

10:01 PM - To You: Im doing better now, how are u?:))

You can’t help but squeal again. “Anyway, I’m going to go. I still have to do these god-forsaken note cards,” she sighs, waving her blank cards dramatically, “have fun talking to your boyfriend. Text me if anything juicy happens.”

“Okay, I will. Goodnight sweaty, love you.”

“Love you too shithead,” she giggles before hanging up and you close your laptop to finally head to bed. Or, lie in bed while on your phone.

10:03 PM - To Lucas: im swell. school SUX tho

10:03 PM - To You: Aww I’m sorry, is something wrong?

10:04 PM - To Lucas: no, i just want to be out of there and live my life u kno?

10:04 PM- To You: Yeah, I understand:(

10:04 PM - To You: I have a question

10:05 PM - To Lucas: sure

10:05 PM - To You: Is my bed comfier than urs

The butterflies in your stomach are becoming painful now, stirring such emotions within you that you feel as if you might just explode. You’re grinning like an idiot, too, typing back quickly just so the conversation doesn’t die.

10:06 PM - To Lucas: it depends. theres a few factors that could change my answer

10:06 PM - To You: Such as?

10:06 PM - To Lucas: whether you would be there or not

You have to bite your lip to hold back another squeal of excitement. Where did this confidence come from and how did you just say that? You can’t believe you actually texted it and hope it’s as smooth as it sounded in your head. You could only pray he would flirt back.

10:07 PM - To You: Idk how to reply back smoothly but I hope u know Im smiling like a dork rn and Kun is making fun of me

10:07 PM - To You: How do you do that???

10:08 PM - To Lucas: <33

10:08 PM - To Lucas: do what?

10:09 PM - To You: Everything you say or do makes me smile. And idk why like even when u told me to shut up I couldn't stop grinning. Or when you pretend to be disinterested and lie so I can't see how u actually feel. It makes me smile and I feel weird when Im around u

You can't breathe at his text. Your head is spinning and you have to read it three times to actually comprehend that Wong Yukhei sent that to you.

10:10 PM - To Lucas: i could say the same ab you. you make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside

10:10 PM - To Lucas: gosh, was that too much? sorry

10:11 PM - To Lucas: sorry for always being a mess around u. u still make me nervous

10:11 PM - To You: Yeah. Me too

10:11 PM - To Lucas: really?? u hide it really well

10:12 PM - To You: Yeah man. U make me really anxious. In a good way. I know you won't but I always get scared you'll think im a weirdo

10:12 PM - To Lucas: i could never

10:13 PM - To You: I don't know how to end this conversation now Im too happy but Im super tired and I have practice tmrw

10:13 PM - To Lucas: hm. well. how bout one of us says goodnight and then the other says it back ?

10:14 PM - To You: Clever

10:14 PM - To You: Goodnight ___💗💗

10:14 PM - To Lucas: gnight lucas❤️

You don't fall asleep for another half an hour, your mind buzzing with excitement and affection for the boy who still is your lock screen.

Saturday evening Ten calls you. “___!” He shouts, nearly deafening you.

“Hello!” You shout back.

“I know it’s last minute but I have an invitation for you and Mina,” he’s still talking excessively loud but you find yourself not minding but just grinning at his clear excitement. “Ooh, an invitation for what?”

“If I’m being honest, an invitation for a terrible hangover and quite possibly things you’ll regret. But no, seriously, a friend of Johnny’s friend is having a big ol’ party in his disgustingly large frat house for the end of the semester and it’s open invite. So,” Ten explains, “some of us are going and thought, ‘Hey! Let’s invite our bestest pals Mina and ___!’”

A frat house? A party in a frat house? This would be a precursor to every party ahead of you if you do in fact go to college.

“We’ll be there.”

You should have mentally prepared yourself for this kind of party. You aren’t a very big high school party-goer to begin with, so when you entered the large house with Mina at your side you couldn't get over the sheer magnitude of it all.

Everything was extra—from the extravagant chandeliers and metal railing along the marble stairs to the large rooms seemingly bigger than your own home, to the swarm of sweaty students bouncing to the incredibly loud music, and even to the amount of liquor on counters and tables and the intense smell of hormones.

It was quite suffocating at first and you found yourself clinging to Mina, the extrovert between the two of you, and followed her around like a puppy. Eventually, you warm up after two drinks she passes to you, starting to feel more relaxed in Mina’s navy bodycon dress she forced upon you.

“I think I see Jaehyun!” She shouts in your ear even though you can hear completely fine. You watch against the counter as she jumps up and down like an idiot, waving her arm to catch his attention.

You’re even more surprised when it works. You can tell the gears are short-circuiting in his brain until recognition finally lights up his features and he smiles brightly. He turns for a moment, but then looks back and waves you over.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” you sigh, downing your fourth shot in a weak attempt to wash all your insecurities away. You slowly follow behind Mina, hopping along to take your heels off so you don't end up embarrassing yourself.

“I didn’t know you guys were here yet!” Is the first thing you hear and it’s Yuta, standing up and grinning beautifully before enveloping you in a hug.

“Surprise?” You draw out once he pulls away.

“C’mon, everyone’s downstairs,” he continues, intertwining his fingers with yours and leading you through the crowd. “Who’s everyone?” You ask on your descent down the steps. “Ugh, well. Me, of course. Taeil, Johnny, Tae, uh...” he trails off, “everyone but Dream members.”

You want to ask if Lucas was there, of course, but you also don’t want to seem clingy and instead kept your mouth shut. After all, you had been texting quite a lot and he never mentioned if he was going tonight. Poor Mina, you think, Jeno won’t be here and their date went well.

“God, he’s already staring and we just got down here,” Yuta mutters, and it takes you way too long to process what he means. “Who?”

“Yukhei. He hasn't stopped talking about you since last week, and now you’re here when he’s been drinking? You’re in for a ride,” Yuta explains as you near the group, but you already feel the anxiety blooming inside your gut. “What does that mean? What do I do?” You hiss, walking slower now.

“I dunno. That’s something you gotta figure out,” he says with a shrug, tapping your forehead with his free hand. You swallow the lump in your throat and just nod, your head suddenly throbbing and you’re not sure if it’s from the soju or what Yuta just told you. Or the fact that Yukhei looks like a whole meal and he’s staring at you just the same way.

Your stomach flips as he scans you head to toe and back again, from your bare legs, up to where the navy lace stops at the expanse of your thighs, to the way the dark material hugs deliciously at your waist and dips sinfully to reveal cleavage that could give a nun a heart attack.

And you can't take your eyes off him. Why did he always have to look so... so good? He could wear a trash bag and still look like a model.

He’s in regular denim skinny jeans that, although he’s sitting, show off his thick thighs and leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. The white, long sleeve tee he’s wearing has a low collar and you can see his collarbones and the way his Adam’s apple bobs. His fluffy hair is messily parted down the middle to show off his forehead and his eyes are so dark you feel as if you suddenly can't breathe oxygen and can only survive off him.

You don’t know how long you’re staring at him until Mina accidentally bumps into you on her way to sit down on the carpet, shaking you from your thoughts. “You good?” You ask each other at the same time. She laughs obnoxiously, the alcohol in her system already in effect.

“I’m good, but are you good?” She asks knowingly, twitching her head in the direction you were just entranced by. “Yeah, just peachy.”

You don't know if you really are good, but what you do know is that that was the hottest checking out experience you had ever shared and can't shake the feeling of excitement setting fire to your nerves.

“C’mon, sit. I’ll get you a drink?” Yuta speaks up again, finally letting go of your hand and moving it to your back to walk you over to an open spot on the couch. “Um, yeah. Sure,” you smile, trying to brush away the feeling that Lucas is still staring, “thank you.”

He only beams back in return before he’s off, and you’re left sitting between Taeil and Kun. “How’s the party so far?” Taeil shouts from beside you and you’re fairly surprised that he initiates small talk, considering you haven’t spoken with him much. “I don’t know, to be honest,” you answer, realizing your throat is going to be dead by the end of the night with how you have to shout, “I’ve only been here like, fifteen minutes. And I’ve never been to a place so big!”

“Really?” He asks, clearly surprised.

“Yeah, not really a party person. High school parties are always in smelly basements and all there is is cringey rounds of truth or dare, spin the bottle, or seven minutes of heaven.”

“Still happens in grown-up parties, sorry to tell you,” he laughs, pausing to take a sip of whatever’s in his cup, “it’s okay though, it’s always fun no matter what we do.”

“I can tell. Except I feel like I’m going to go deaf,” you exaggerate, spinning to look at the monstrous speaker on the wall. “At least they play good music,” Taeil replies and you shrug, “I guess. It’s probably better when your dancing, though,” you say, turning back to him.

Yuta returns moments after that, holding out a cup and you take it and smile appreciatively. When you take a sip, you practically choke on how strong it is but swallow it anyway with a grimace. Once the burn goes away you take another sip and deem it’s not as bad as you initially thought.

“Jesus, slow down before you give him a heart attack,” Kun hisses in your ear, and you glance at him with widened eyes. “Who? And what about me? What if I have a heart attack?” You joke.

“I swear you’re clueless, but I’m hoping that it’s just alcohol shutting down your brain,” he sighs in defeat, “Lucas, of course. He looks away for one second and then when he turns back you’re doing something that surprises him.”

You roll your eyes. “What, am I not allowed to drink?”

“Well, you are underage. But no, seriously. I can tell he thinks it’s hot. Plus, I can practically smell his jealousness from here,” Kun replies, side glancing for barely a second before looking back at you. “You should have seen him when you walked down holding Yuta’s hand.”

You swallow, suddenly feeling guilty.

“Don’t worry about it, he’s not one to stay pissed. He’s obsessed with you already,” Kun smiles, but hides it by taking a sip from his cup, “but hey, next time you sleepover, warn me? Please? I walked into our bedroom the other night and nearly shit myself when I saw you wrapped around him.”

“Sorry, I probably would’ve shit myself too,” you giggle and when something moves out of the corner of your eye, you frown to see Lucas walking away. “He’s getting away,” Kun sings and you look back to him in a panic. “If I follow him I don’t know what could happen,” you sigh honestly.

Of course, you want to go after him just to talk to him privately, but Lord knows what could happen when you have liquor in your system.

“Bullshit! Don’t let that stop you,” Kun smiles, slipping his hands to your back and shoving you to your feet. You sigh, finally standing up and chugging the rest of your drink. “Do I look alright?”

“You look stunning, stop worrying. He went upstairs, probably to piss. Go get ‘em, tiger,” he replies, and you smile and lean back down to squeeze him in a hug. “Thank you,” you whisper, and then you’re off.

You don’t know if it’s the sudden buzz in your brain or not, but going up two flights of stairs leaves you way too winded and dizzy then it normally does. You lean against the wall to catch some air while scanning over the crowd from a higher view. C’mon, where are you?

“___?”

You practically jump out of your skin when he says your name and slides his hands around your waist, tugging you around to face him. “Ha. Hi Yukhei. I was just looking for you,” you gulp, suddenly losing brain cells with him being so close again.

“You were?”

“Yeah, I thought we could, um, catch up. Or something,” you chuckle awkwardly, mentally slapping yourself for being so nervous again.

“Actually, I have something to tell you,” he suddenly says, standing taller and you feel so small when he does that. “You do?” You squeak, afraid it would be something terribly disappointing or terribly heartwarming.

“Yeah, c’mon,” he says, reaching for your hand and guiding you to an open door. Luckily it’s not a spare bedroom but just the bathroom and you can’t help but sigh in relief once he’s locked the door and flicked the light switch up.

“So, we recently had a meeting with our managers and stuff,” he starts, and you can’t help the quiet ‘oh’ that slips from your lips. That was not what you thought he would be talking about.

“What?” He stops, a look of worry crossing his face.

“Oh, oh. It’s nothing. I was just, ugh,” you pause, racking your brain to say the right thing, “expecting you to say something else.”

“I’ll get there in a bit, don’t worry,” he smiles softly, bumping into you until you’re pressed against the sink and straining to look directly up at him now, “just listen to this first, yeah?”

You nod quickly, your throat completely dry and brain on fire with his body so flush against your own. “Anyway, we were talking about backup dancers, for the most part. And it occurred to me that we don’t have any female backup dancers. So I asked why and they kind of just... ‘I don’t know’ed it, you know?” He explains, and you genuinely have zero clue where this is going. You nod anyway.

“So Taeyong asked what they thought about hiring some female backup dancers. Like, long-term jobs, not just a one-song-and-done. And they kind of did a little manager huddle and said why not and to let them know of anyone we know so they can do auditions and stuff,” he goes on, and by now you can’t think straight. He hasn’t said it yet, but what if?

“We all thought the same thing, but I said it first and, so, I told them about these two girls I know and how talented they are and how, well, sweet and smart and genuinely amazing they are. And pretty, but that’s beside the point. So I showed them some videos and stuff. Anyway, that’s not important,” he pauses to lick his plump lips, looking at you directly now, “and so they said that if you and Mina came in and auditioned it would be a delight to have you on the team. If you want, of course.”

You don’t know what to say, do, or think. You’re hyper-aware of his large hands cupping your face, index fingers rubbing soft circles beneath your ears but also still have the weight of what he just said sinking into your brain. You don’t know whether it’s the alcohol or simply shock but no words come out, your lips staying parted in complete and utter surprise at such a bombshell.

“I don't—I can’t,” you stammer, shaking hands gripping his shirt to steady yourself, “thank you. Fuck. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Holy shit. Oh my God. I don’t know what to say, holy fucking shit.”

You’re breathless, slumped against the granite and nearly pulling the lanky boy down with you. “I have more to say,” he says, quieter this time. You gulp, eyes searching his face. Still, you can’t comprehend anything besides you and Mina may have just fallen into one of the best opportunities of your life.

“Okay,” he sighs softly, his large hands still cradling your face. “My first thought last weekend when I woke up with you beside me was ‘Fuck, what did I just get myself into?’ but when you said something about never getting up and whispered my name in that scared little voice I nearly lost it,” he goes on, eventually looking away from your face and fiddling with the lace material on the neckline of your dress. He suddenly looked incredibly innocent and you wanted nothing more than to hold him once more.

“And then you didn’t leave, even though I know you wanted to. But it suddenly felt so right, you know? Like everything that had happened that night ended with such a perfect morning,” he sighs, glancing up for a second to check how you were taking it all so far. When you offer him a warm smile, heart beating wildly against your chest, he returns it with pink blush adorning his cheeks.

“I thought you felt it too, but then later when I woke you up you had said it wasn’t a big deal, and I was so sad because I thought it was. I mean, how often do you play fifteen rounds of Fortnite, share the same bed, and wake up cuddling with someone you don’t have feelings for? And then I got even more confused when you texted me during the week, and fuck, everything you said had me smiling at my phone and Kun was making fun of me,” Lucas goes on, never stopping to breath until now.

“So, my question is, what are you thinking? Because I know I was your bias, or whatever the heck you guys call it before we met, and you still act nervous around me. And those texts and even this is not something just friends do. And you look so damn kissable right now, and while I want nothing more than to kiss you, I won’t in case that’s not what you want,” he finishes, his voice noticeably lowering as he tentatively leaned closer, his face and nose and lips only mere centimeters away.

You swallow once more, finally letting the reality of his words hit you. You swipe your tongue over your lips once, just in case, and he glances down just in time to catch it.

And that’s it.

He quickly surges forward, and the cord holding you together suddenly snaps when his lips are finally on yours. It’s like a breath of fresh air on the first day of spring, filling you to the brim with new life and you can't get enough. You both are doing nothing but everything at the same time, hands not knowing where to go but stinging skin in their wake. His lips make it impeccably wet and messy, teeth and tongue, but you don’t care, and your hands finally find the collar of his shirt and yank him to come closer, allowing his tongue to finally swirl with yours and you feel as if you’re drowning in him and the way he tastes and feels. It’s like sunlight in the morning, washing over your skin until it’s warmed all the way to your very being.

After what feels like an eternity you pull away, your head swimming with the fact he just kissed you. He leans back, breathless but seemingly more alert now, blunt fingernails digging into your bare thighs. His eyes scan your face again, searching for any trace of regret and when he finds none he comes back for more, kissing you softer this time. It’s so raw that it hurts, adoration and admiration flowing from the depths of your heart and you can’t fight it anymore.

You’re practically limp against him when his warm lips move from your lips to your jaw, down the column of your throat and to your bare chest. “God,” he breathes, moving back up to suck the delicate skin on the side of your neck between his teeth before going back with his tongue to sooth the pleasant pain, “I didn’t know if I’d be able to wait any longer to kiss you.”

Your head lolls to side as he continues his ministrations against your throat, completely lost in his touch. Your grip on his shirt finally slackens and you finally find the confidence to slide your hands under the fabric, leaning into him so you can further trace the expanse of his torso.

“Stop,” he suddenly hisses, pulling away to grab your wrist, “you’re going to give me a terrible boner and I’m not fucking you in this dingy house.”

His words made your stomach squirm even at the possibility and he clearly notices, lips quickly finding yours and hands holding your waist once more. You’re almost too busy trying to slip your tongue within the confines of his mouth to notice his right hand slowly descend until it’s resting between your thighs, pushing them apart and you gasp into his mouth.

You feel his mouth quirk into a sly smirk and can’t help but smile too, that is until his fingers slip past the hem of your dress and brush against the cotton of your underwear.

He breaks away and laughs at you when you whimper at the loss of contact. “Don’t frown,” he mumbles, keeping eye contact even as his fingers drag agonizingly slow along your clothed folds and it’s the most sensual thing you might ever experience.

A loud knock on the door quickly interrupts your faintest of moans and you suddenly feel incredibly exposed. “I swear to God, if you two don’t get out of there soon, we’re leaving without you. We’re going home, they ran out of Malibu and that’s apparently the only thing Jaehyun likes!”

You swallow, looking away from the door and back to the panting boy leaning on you, irises blown out and lips pink and plump.

“Do you want to have another sleepover?” He asks quietly and you can’t fight the smile that tugs at your lips.

"Oh my God,” you wake up with a low groan escaping your lips, a headache throbbing painfully in the refines of your skull as soon as you gain consciousness. Is this what a hangover felt like? You sigh, squeezing your eyes to shut out the sunlight. You turn away from that direction only to not-so-gracefully bump into something.

By the entanglement of limbs and bare skin pressed flush against yours, you can only assume something is actually someone and everything from last night crashes back, your headache increasing tenfold. Your eyes are open in a flash, not because you're scared or regretful, but just to make sure you were correct. And safe, not in some stranger’s bed.

Just like last week, Wong Yukhei is beside you, cheeks flushed pink against his warm honey skin and lips pouty as always. Except, this time, he’s awake, lying on his side and staring at you with wide eyes full of something you could only pinpoint as adoration.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he replies, and not until now do you notice his hand on your very, very bare hip. “Do you want something for your headache?” He asks, voice low before leaning inches closer and pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, but I can wait—”

You don’t get to finish because he’s already rolling out of bed, taking most of the sheets off of you and you’re left completely naked, forcing you to grasp for the white duvet crumpled at your feet to cover your body.

Except, not that it matters, because he’s incredibly naked too, and you’re amazed at how tall he is when he’s like this, no matter the circumstances. You quickly look away in fear he’d catch you staring, a blush working its way up your cheeks as you suddenly become aware of the pleasantly dull ache throbbing in your abdomen.

He’s back at your side moments later, this time with pineapple print boxers on, holding out a half-full water bottle and two Advil’s. “Thanks,” you sigh, swallowing them quickly.

“This wasn’t just a one and done thing, right?” He asks suddenly, and you look up at him where he’s leaned against his dresser, fingers tapping the edge. You could quite literally cut the tension between the two of you and suddenly want nothing more than going back to sleeping in his arms.

“No! No, I hope not. I mean, unless you want it to, in that case, I’ll go n—”

“No, please don’t go! I just wanted to make sure, in case... in case I completely misread this whole situation,” he sighs in relief, finally moving away from his dresser and rolling back into bed beside you. “Did you mean everything you said last night?” You say quietly once he’s settled and pulled you back against him.

“Of course.”

“Okay,” you let out a sigh of relief, reaching up to play with a strand of his caramel hair. “I’m sorry, too. For when I said this wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t realize that you—you felt something. For me. Which is dumb, because it was kind of obvious. But it’s kind of scary assuming things when it comes to someone who didn't know who you were when you’ve been in love with them for months,” you talk absentmindedly now, not realizing the words are spilling out of your mouth until they’re already out. After all, you were a NCTzen before any of this and there was no way to avoid that when it came to your love for not only him, but the rest of the group.

“I knew who you were,” he laughs above you and you glance up in confusion, quirking an eyebrow. “One of your videos came up on my recommended one day and I was kind of obsessed with you guys since,” he admits and it’s by far the cutest thing you have ever seen.

“No way.”

“I swear on my life,” he grins brightly, wrapping his muscular arms around your back and pulling you up beside him so you were face-to-face. It’s quiet again, and you find yourself once again tracing the outline of his face; his defined eyebrows, big doe eyes, his cheekbones, his chin, his lips—everything.

“What now?”

“Well, we probably should have gone on a few dates first and fallen in love, even though I’m already full of adoration for you already, and then I would’ve asked you to be my girlfriend and then we would’ve had mind-blowing sex. But we kind of went backward and already had the mind-blowing sex, so how about grabbing lunch as our first date? I mean, even though you’re a younger girl.”

You’re grinning like an idiot now and can’t help but kiss him. It’s soft and gentle and sweet and makes everything inside of you warm and fuzzy only because it’s him.

“Okay, I like the sound of that,” you whisper against him, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and finally his velvety lips again, “only because I’m full of adoration for you too.”

After all, Wong Yukhei was the warmth you so desperately craved for and needed in your life.

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Stripped (Part 7 - End)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 5726 Warnings: fluff and sexy times

Summary: You are a SHIELD agent working undercover in a strip club whose owner is involved with organized crime. When you find out he might be in talks with HYDRA Bucky is brought in to help.

PART 6 | STRIPPED MASTERLIST

The sound of beeping was a constant in your ears. Eventually you slowly opened your heavy eyelids, squinting at the harsh sunlight hitting your eyes. It took you a few moments for your vision to adjust as you took in your surroundings. Off white walls, fluorescent lighting and the ubiquitous scent of disinfectant. There is no doubt you were in a hospital.

You looked down to find Bucky hunched over from his chair leaning on your bed. He was still wearing most of his gear, minus his weapons and a leather jacket which you spotted on the windowsill. His head was resting in the crease of his right arm, his metal hand securely wrapped around your own. Your lips curved up into a smile. You squeeze his hand and the motion stirs him awake.

“Good morning beautiful,” you said with a scratchy voice. “That’s my line,” he replied with a beaming smile.

Bucky got up from his chair and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. He paused to lovingly gaze upon you before angling his chair closer and sitting down again. You pull out the oxygen tubes out of your nostrils, crinkling your nose and sniffing a few times to try and clear away the slight tickling sensation. Bringing your hand up to rub your nose you feel the pinch of the IV in your arm. You asked Bucky what happened.

“You passed out. Lost some blood but it was the bump on your head that did it. They stitched you up so…” “So when can I get out of here?” you interrupted. Bucky softly laughed. “We’ll ask the doctor when she comes in. I’m not leaving your side,” he said resuming his hold on your hand.

Within ten minutes a nurse came by to check your vitals and you begged him to let the doctor know you were awake. You never liked hospitals, not that anyone really does, so the sooner you could get out of there the better. The doctor came in soon after. She said she wanted to monitor you for a few more hours before discharging you. You huffed loudly in disappointment. The nurse came back with lunch. You lifted the cover and stared at your “food” with a cautious face. There was some form of meat that looked very unappetizing, grey mashed potatoes and string beans.

“Bucky this looks like something straight out of your time. In fact, it might be just as old as you are,” you joked. “Very funny,” he drawled. “Eat. You need to eat to get your strength back.”

You hesitantly took your fork to the food. You ate a few frozen string beans and tasted the cold mashed potatoes. Bump on the head or not there was no way you were touching whatever that meat was pretending to be. Bucky told you the details of the successful take down of Krasnov and the weapons while you played with the mashed potatoes with your fork. You drank a small container of orange juice and took your chance with a pudding cup.

“I want pizzaaaaa,” you whined and made a sad face to Bucky. He laughed and promised that you would get it.

A few moments later Maria Hill and another SHIELD agent walk into your room.

“Director Hill!” you gasped. “Agent Y/L/N. Barnes,” she nodded after acknowledging you both. “I wanted to personally thank you for your service, devoting nearly 3 months to your mission. Your tireless efforts helped stop the distribution of dangerous weapons, lead to the capture of Viktor Krasnov and Anthony Martucci, and you helped expose former Agent Tyler Moore.”

You cocked your head in slight confusion. You looked towards Bucky who gave you a not-so-innocent smile and winked.

“Agent Chan, if you could…”

Maria gestured towards the other agent who had been silently standing beside her. He handed you a drawstring bag. You opened it and pulled out SHIELD branded sweatpants and sweatshirt along with canvas slip on shoes.

“So you have something to change into,” she said. You thanked them both. “You’ll have to vacate the apartment by the end of the week. HR will be in contact soon. You have a paid month’s leave but there is some paperwork to fill out. Take care of yourself. I look forward to seeing you soon Agent,” she said before leaving the room.

You whipped your head faster than you should have towards Bucky. “Spill it!” you demanded.

He explained that early this morning Tyler came to the hospital with another agent claiming to check up on you and Bucky immediately punched him in the face. He confronted Tyler about using the photostatic veil to stalk and assault you at the club, which he denied of course. Bucky gave his phone to the other agent and asked them to open the attachment sent from Sharon Carter.

“Sharon? How did she know?” “I asked her to look into it. I was so upset when you told me what Tyler did. I know you wanted to focus on the mission but I couldn’t let him get away with it. Sharon was able to get proof. She found security footage showing Tyler sneaking one of the veils into his briefcase.” “Bucky I… wow… thank you.” “It was my pleasure. I really care about you Y/N,” he replied, leaning in close to you.

He captured your lips in a soft and sensual kiss. A faint whimper escaped from your mouth when you broke apart. Your foreheads were touching, noses pressed softly together. You both stared into each other’s eyes and smiled. You giggled and looked away, unable to contain the bubbling feeling of adoration you felt inside.

“I can’t believe you punched him! I would have loved to see that.” “I’m not going to lie, it felt great,” Bucky boasted. You both burst into laughter.

The next few hours passed by faster than you ever thought possible. There was a small TV hanging from the wall but neither of you paid attention to it. This was the first time you and Bucky had the time to really get to know each other. There were no distractions, no more undercover work, no more late schedules, no negative tension between you and you both took advantage of that.

Your conversations were effortless, they flowed so naturally, as if you had known each other all your lives. You talked about everything. You spoke about your childhoods and compared the differences of growing up in his time versus your own. Bucky told you about all the times Steve went looking for trouble and how he had to help his best friend out no matter the consequences.

He even opened up about his fall from the train and subsequent capture. He’s spoken about HYDRA before in bits and pieces, but he always seemed restrained. Based on the way he was speaking it was obvious that very few people have heard his full story. But here he was, stripped of any fear or insecurities, telling someone he’s known for less than a week the heartbreaking account of his life. You squeezed his hand in support when his voice started to crack. You didn’t ask him to talk about this but he did anyway and you appreciated his trust in you.

The subject eventually changed to something lighter. You discussed all the things Bucky is catching up on from movies to music. He finished reading the book on your tablet. You talked about that for as long as you could, you still had a few chapters to go but he promised he wouldn’t spoil the ending. He asked about your interests outside of work. You had a few common interests, dancing being one of them. The nurse had come in a few times to draw some blood and check your pressure but you barely paid attention to him. You were so distracted with Bucky you also failed to notice the sun had set.

The doctor came in and examined you once more. She discharged you and you were thankful to be able to leave. Your stomach was rumbling like crazy so you were very excited at the prospect of pizza. You changed into the clothes Agent Chan provided and walked out of the hospital with your arm linked around Bucky’s.

You pulled him towards the pathway that lead to the sidewalk.

“What are you doing?” he asked. “Let’s go. The apartment isn’t far.”

Bucky immediately protested and suggested taking a cab. You try to reason with him saying that you need the fresh air. When you started to wobble a bit Bucky pulled you close to him with concern. You assured him you’re only a little dizzy because you didn’t eat, blaming the hospital for their lack of anything edible.

Bucky ordered pizza during the cab ride home. Your increasingly loud stomach appreciated that he didn’t waste any time. He helped you slowly climbed the stairs up to the apartment. He opened the door and sat you down on the couch and you immediately melted into the cushions. Not only is hospital food terrible but their beds might as well be made of concrete. Bucky brought over a tall glass of orange juice for you. You finished it and almost set it down on the slanted coffee table. He ripped off the dangling wooden leg and set it aside. He found some boxes and books and propped up the table with them. You placed the glass on the now leveled table.

You started to feel warm and wanted to take the sweatshirt off. You went to your bedroom and changed into a loose short sleeved shirt. You put on some thin socks and threw the shoes in the closet. Looking up you saw your suitcases on the top shelf.

You called out for Bucky and he rushed in. He was in the middle of changing as well. His current combination of leather and sweatpants made you laugh. You asked if he could bring your suitcases down. He smiled and told you he would and that he would even help you pack if you needed him to but that you didn’t need to worry about this now.

The pizza arrived fairly quickly. You ate your first slice fast, not getting the chance to savor the delicious cheese and sauce. You ate your second slice at a normal pace. Bucky was already finishing his fourth and you wondered if he had eaten anything today. Based on the way he was consuming the slices you weren’t sure, and then you felt a little selfish for not asking. You took a few bites from a third slice but the bloat you felt in your stomach was your cue to stop. Bucky finished the slice for you. You noticed a little bit of sauce near his lips and shook your head, laughing in return.

“What!” he exclaimed. “Nothing,” you replied, unable to contain the smile on your face. “Is there something on my face?” he asked, laughing.

You shrugged and then laughed as you got up from the table to put your plate in the sink. Bucky followed you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. He spun you around to face him and peppered sloppy kisses on your face while you playfully screamed.

“There. Now there’s something on your face,” he laughed.

You wiped your face with your hand and motioned to wipe the remnants of the sauce back on him. He caught your hand and pulled you in for a quick but tender kiss.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, tightening his grip around your waist. “Doing okay. A little sore and achy.”

You walked to the couch hand in hand. Grabbing the remote you accessed your flash drive.

“So we watched a movie from your time, now you can watch one from mine,” you said, scrolling down to The Little Mermaid.

You got comfortable leaning against Bucky as the movie played. His arm wrapped around you carefully so he did not touch your covered stitches. He smiles when he feels your body moving to the beat during “Under the Sea”. You couldn’t resist, it was an upbeat song.

During “Kiss the Girl” Bucky couldn’t help but tilt your chin up as he leaned down to kiss you. You snuggled back into him afterwards but jolted up when he yelled at Flotsam and Jetsam for tipping over Ariel and Eric’s boat. You laughed and rested your head on Bucky again.

You really fought to keep your eyes open but couldn’t. Before Ariel got her voice back on the boat you were fast asleep. Realizing this Bucky lowered the volume of the movie. When the movie ended he slowly got off the couch and lifted you into his arms. He was thankful that his actions did not disturb you. He laid you down onto the bed and covered you, leaving the door ajar.

Bucky quickly undressed and took a shower. He wanted to stay under the warm soothing water forever but the thought of being at your side enticed him more. He put on black boxer-briefs, towel dried his hair until it was a little damp and combed the knots out. He tied it up into a small bun.

He entered the room and slowly eased himself onto the bed. You woke up feeling the dip of his solid body on the mattress. Bucky’s was laying close to the edge of the bed on his side with his back to you. You moved over closing part of the gap between your bodies. Your left arm snaked over his body and Bucky scooted back towards you. You placed an open palm on his chest, his cool metal arm brushed your skin and sent a chill through your body. You placed a few languid kisses on his back before submitting to sleep again.

You woke up with your head and arm resting on Bucky’s bare chest. His metal arm was wrapped around your back. You felt his eyes on you and so you turned to look at him. He greets you good morning with a gravelly voice. You smile and reply, placing your head back down on his chest and gripping him tighter. You’re so comfortable against his warm body and you really don’t want to get up. You close your eyes and continue to cuddle, occasionally feeling his arms adjusting their position around you.

You stay this way for a while before your mutually growling stomachs forces you both to get up. You sit at the edge of the bed and groan feeling every muscle in your body aching.

“Are you okay?” “Still achy. Do you remember which pain reliever I can take?”

Bucky walked past you giving you a better view of his muscular body. Admittedly that sight had made you feel a little better. He comes back handing you a bottle. You walk to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and swallow the pills. Bucky put on a t-shirt and sweatpants (much to your dismay) and joined you.

“I think I’m going to make an omelette. Do you want one?” you asked Bucky.

He asks if you’re feeling up to cooking and you assure him you are. He gives you a scrutinizing look but ultimately trusts you. He pulls out a package of bacon and asks if you want some but you decline. He grabs a frying pan to make it for himself. You cracked your eggs, added some seasoning and beat them together. You take out some feta cheese and a variety of vegetables, spinach, tomatoes, and bell peppers to prep. While you make the omelettes Bucky cooks the whole package of bacon and makes some toast.

You sit down together to eat. Bucky praises your omelette. You steal a few strips of bacon off his plate and smile.

“I thought you didn’t want any,” he laughed. “Changed my mind. Plus you have more than enough to share,” you joke.

Your mind drifts while you’re eating. You want to call your mom and let her know that you’re okay and coming home soon. You think about your friends at “work”, Charlene, Mikiko and Amanda. You hoped they were safe and got out of the club unscathed. You wonder if SHIELD recovered your phone from the side table. It was their phone technically but it had the girls’ phone numbers on it and you wondered if they had tried to call you. Part of you wants to reach out and let them know that you’re okay but you’re pretty sure that you can’t. You also wondered what you were supposed to do with all of the money you made from the club. You had been cataloging your earnings and kept the money in a secured lock box. If it were up to you you would split the money between the girls. Again, you doubt that’s allowed but hopefully HR can answer your questions.

Bucky snapped you out of your thoughts and asked if you were alright. You tell him you were fine, just thinking about too many things at once.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure you were feeling better,” he said rubbing his thumb along your hand.

The midday sunlight was shining in through the balcony window surrounding his body with an angelic glow. An angel, that’s what he was. He said he would come back for you at the club and he did. You were handling things as best as you could but between hitting your head and having your hands bound you hate to think what would have happened if Bucky didn’t show up when he did.

Bucky gets up to wash the dishes. As he stands in front of the sink you wrap your arms around him laying your turned head into his back. He turns around happily confusion.

“Thank you Bucky. For everything,” you said facing him. He kissed your forehead and hugged you back. You stayed like that for a few moments and everything felt right. You broke the hug and told him you were going to take a shower.

You let the water run for a bit while you take off various gauzes and bandages that cover your wounds. You run your hands through your knotted hair and feel the crunch of dried blood. Bleh! You wish you were allowed to have showered yesterday because you feel disgusting.

Getting into the shower was easy but you had to adjust the temperature a few times. Too cold and you were shivering and uncomfortable, too hot and you were in pain. Finally you found the right setting. You took your time showering. You had lessened the water pressure because it was aggravating your sutures and so everything took longer. You shampooed your hair twice ensuring its cleanliness and carefully washed your body making sure you did not scrub over your wounds with your loofah. When you finally exited the shower you spent a solid 5 minutes detangling your hair. Showering and feeling clean again felt great and it helped relieve some of the ache you felt.

You secured your towel and went into the bedroom to change. You slipped a tank top on over your bra and wore just a pair of plaid sleep shorts. Looking at your open drawers reminded you about packing. At least there wasn’t much to do. You only had to pack up the things you brought, clothes, shoes, accessories and toiletries. SHIELD has to take care of the rest. Hmmm maybe that’s where your earned money will go; back into funding other undercover projects. You take the time to dry and style your hair. Nothing fancy, you just didn’t want to end up with a knotted bird’s nest again.

You leave the bedroom and grab the first aid kit. The abrasion on your cheek is healing well. The swelling went down and so you’re able to use a regular bandaid. You ask Bucky for help in covering your stitches. Sitting on the couch you hold the nonstick pad in place on your arm as he secures it with medical tape. You stand up in front of Bucky facing away from him and ask how the cut on the back of your thigh looks. He pauses briefly, feeling his cock twitch with excitement as he stares at your clothed backside. You bend over slightly arching your back thinking he hasn’t responded because he can’t see the wound. Instead you’ve just made it even harder for him to speak.

Looking over your shoulder to check on him you see his eyes are opened wide, mouth agape staring.

“Like what you see?” you said laughing. “Uhh sorry,” he said running his hands through his hair. You chuckle. “The cut looks clean. A large bandage should be fine,” he raggedly breathes out.

He grabs what he needs from the first aid kit and places the bandaid over your wound. His touch lingers on the back of your thigh causing your nipples to harden and goosebumps to coat your skin.

You turn around and straddle him. He seemed surprised but quickly placed his hands on your waist. You felt his bulging arousal through his thin sweatpants.

“You didn’t answer me,” you said tilting your head. “Do you like what you see?” You looked down at Bucky with passion burning in your eyes. “No,” he said biting his bottom lip. “I fucking love what I see.”

Your lips crashed feverishly with his. His tongue slipped wildly into your mouth. His hands roamed up and down your back. Bucky released your lips and kissed a wet trail down your neck. You moaned when he found the spot on your neck that made you melt. You felt the wetness start to pool in your center and you began grinding your hips onto his erection.

Bucky got up from the couch still holding you. Securing your legs around him he carefully walked into the bedroom. You were kissing and sucking on his neck until you felt him stop walking. He bent down to gently place you on the bed. He pulled his shirt over his head in one quick motion before crawling above you.

Wisps of his dark hair fell in front of his face. You slowly pushed them behind his ears, staring at his half-lidded eyes. You smiled at him and grabbed the back of his head gently bringing his lips to yours. You started with feather light kisses, slowly opening your mouth more and more. He gently sucked on your bottom lip, and let his tongue slip into your mouth. The passion in your kissing was building; it matched the heat you felt in your core.

Bucky pulled off your tank top and ghosted his lips down your neck to the valley of your breasts. He licked and sucked his way along your skin discovering the locations that made you writhe underneath him. His slipped his hands to your back. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his metal hand unclasped your bra, throwing it to the side.

“Fuck,” he moaned at the sight of your breasts.

Bucky cupped your breasts in his hand squeezing them lightly before leaning down. He licked his lips and teased your nipples with the flick of his tongue. You squirmed underneath him pushing your hips up towards his body. Bucky took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking softly. You gasped and arched your back. His metal hand went to your other breast, kneading the flesh and gently twisting your hardened nipple. He took turns with his mouth and hands, kissing a trail between your breasts before taking the erect bud into his warm mouth. You moaned in delight under the ministrations of his magical tongue. You felt like your wetness was soaking through your shorts.

Bucky kissed his way down your body; his hands followed lightly teasing you from your ribs to your waist. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and you lifted your hips up allowing him to slowly pull them off. Bucky continued kissing down your body, gently spreading your legs apart. He teased you kissing your thighs, getting closer and closer to your hot center before you felt the scratch of his beard tickle your other thigh.

You fell apart the second you felt his tongue lick a broad stripe up your aching core. Bucky smiled as his tongue slid up and down your folds, moaning as he was discovering every inch of you. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked softly. He looked up at you, your back was arched, eyes shut before you opened them to meet his gaze.

He licked your dripping pussy, moaning as he tasted every part of you. He flicked his tongue rapidly over your clit causing you to cry out. He wrapped his arms around your thighs pulling you closer to his mouth. He changed his pattern from flicks and broad licks to covering your entire pussy with his mouth. You moaned and cried out as he slipped his fingers inside you, curling them to find your g-spot.

Bucky continued to suck on your clit. You grabbed the back of his head, “Oh fuck, r-right there,” you moaned. You felt the coil inside you snap as your legs trembled around him. “F-fuck, Bucky!” you cried.

Bucky rode out your orgasm with his mouth still attached to you. He moaned lapping up your juices as you calmed down from your high. Your cheeks were flushed and you were still trying to regulate your breathing. Bucky moved up your body and kissed your lips, tasting yourself on his mouth.

You pushed Bucky to lie on his back. He helps you slide his sweatpants off. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, it sprung up and hit his belly with a loud slap. You grabbed the base of his shaft and slowly licked the underside, feeling the pulsing vein that ran up it. You tease him again dragging your tongue up and down his shaft and delicately up to his head. You swiped the beads of pre-cum over his head. Bucky hisses and bites his lip in anticipation.

You slowly take him into your warm wet mouth. You begin bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue around his length. Your hands were pumping the rest of his shaft. You looked up at him watching the pleasure take over his face. You hummed when you felt his fullness in your mouth, tasting his salty-sweetness. You relaxed your throat and slowly slid him into your mouth further. Bucky growled as his tip hit the back of your throat. You took him in deeper each time and he moaned and bucked his hips with your rhythm. You released him with a pop.

Your hands worked his length, stroking him with corkscrew motions while you brought your mouth to his balls. You licked the heavy sac before taking it into your mouth and sucking hard. Bucky popped his hips up at the sensation.

“Ohhhh, fffffuckkk,” he cried.

You repeated your actions but lessened the intensity. You didn’t want him to cum just yet. You brought your lips back to the head of his cock, swirling your tongue and moaning around it and his shaft. Bucky moaned watching his length disappear into your mouth.

“Come here,” he commanded.

He grabbed your face and kissed you fiercely. Bucky flipped you on your back, diving into your pussy again. You screamed as his tongue worked your folds with intensity. His tongue relentlessly sucked at your clit. Your orgasm came quickly after feeling his moans vibrating throughout your body. You cried out feeling the hot waves roll over you.

Bucky looked up at you as he rubbed his dick on your folds, coating himself in your wetness. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed himself in. He pushed until he was fully seated inside of you.

“Mmmmm Bucky,” you exhaled, adjusting to his size. “Oh fuck Y/N. You feel so good,” he cried out.

You lifted your hips and he thrusted into you. You found a rhythm, whimpering at the sensation of him filling you completely. Bucky moaned and growled as you cried out and gripped the back of his arms. You lifted your legs allowing him to fuck you deeper. This new angle caused you to cum again screaming his name.

"Your pussy feels so good around my cock," he moaned, sliding into you at a painfully slow rate.

You pulled him in for a kiss while still trying to catch your breath. You turned him onto his back and straddled him, guiding his length back inside you as you slowly feel yourself being stretched from this new position. Bucky held your waist but let you set the pace. He watched your breasts bounce as you fucked him slowly, moving your hips to get yourself off. He licked his thumb before circling it to your clit, causing you to arch your back and cry out.

Bucky moved his hips into you, fucking you faster. He grabbed your nipple and pinched it while still rubbing your clit. You gasped, feeling your impending release. Bucky groaned as he felt your walls twitching around him. He felt the pulsing in cock, a sign he was ready to explode.

“Fuck Y/N I’m gonna cum.” “Mmmm me too, Bucky… fuck… I’m gonna…” you cried out.

You scream his name as your whole body shudders. Bucky let out a strangled cry. With one final thrust he spilled himself inside of you, coating your velvety walls with hot jets of cum.

You fall forward onto his chest trying to catch your breath then slowly slid beside him. Bucky kissed you softly on the lips and again on your forehead as you placed your head on his chest. You started to shiver, a response to your post orgasmic bliss, and Bucky wrapped his warm arm around you pulling you closer to him. He grabbed the blanket with his other arm and covered you both. You placed your hand on his chest, you felt his heart still beating rapidly as he came down from his high. You felt secure in his arms and let your eyes close.

You opened your eyes and see the warm glow of sunset. Bucky whispers something to you that you didn’t quite hear. You look up and softly hum, wordlessly asking him to repeat himself.

“I asked if you slept well,” he said. You turned to face Bucky, “I fell asleep?” “Yeah I really wore you out,” he joked, rubbing your back with his soft hand. “Ohh, I’m sorry!” “Don’t be. I’m just waking up myself. You wore me out too,” he said winking at you with a devilish smile.

You smiled back at him and shifted upwards to capture his lips with yours. You placed your head back on his chest, syncing your breaths to Bucky’s. Eventually you both decided to get up again. Bucky got out of bed first. You pulled the sheets up to your armpits and just watched him. He was collecting the thrown clothing from the floor and tossed them to the bed. You unabashedly ogled at his perfectly toned body. He lazily pulled up his sweatpants, tying them dangerously low on his hips. He looked up and caught you staring.

“You like what you see?” he said in a playfully mocking tone.

You nodded your head in response. Bucky walked to your side of the bed, took your hands in his and helped you out of bed. He wrapped your bare frame in his arms and slowly lowered his metal hand down your back following the curves of your body. He grabbed your butt and squeezed causing you to jump a little. You laughed as you called his name out. You can already feel the bruise forming.

Bucky handed you your bra and tank top but you walked to the drawers to put on underwear and pajama bottoms. He threw his shirt back on and you both made your way to the living room. You felt a little warm and so you opened door to the balcony.

You decided to order in for dinner, both of you were still too wiped out to make anything. You ordered from a Greek restaurant nearby. One thing you learned is that Bucky can eat a lot. You ordered a bunch of appetizers to split, spanakopita, saganaki, and keftedes. Bucky ordered pork souvlaki and mousaka while you had chicken kebobs with rice and vegetables. He did not protest when you tried his dishes.

A chill ran down your back as you felt the cool breeze come in from the balcony. You got up and grabbed a purple fuzzy throw blanket. You took Bucky’s hand and led him to the outside. The balcony wasn’t very large but you never minded, it was able to fit a lounge chair and that’s all you cared about. Bucky sat down on the chair and you sat in front of him. He wrapped his arms around your waist keeping you close to his body. You placed the blanket over yourself and his legs.

You both looked up at the dark sky. It wasn’t a perfectly clear night, a few clouds were scattered above, but the moon was in full view, casting its silvery light on you. You stared at the stars; some twinkled and some shined bright. You pointed out the Big Dipper, or was it the Little Dipper? Just because you liked looking at the stars doesn’t mean you actually know a lot about them.

Bucky did however and told you that was the Big Dipper. He also showed you that if you followed the last star that made up the "bowl" you would find the North Star.

“It’s a good way to find where you’re going,” Bucky stated. You shivered from the breeze and he hugged you tighter.

“So where are we going?” you turned to him to ask.“Wherever we want Y/N, as long as we’re together.”

Bucky kissed you tenderly, sucking softly on your bottom lip as you hummed in satisfaction. Laying your head back against Bucky you resumed staring in awe of the sky, unaware that Bucky was looking at you with the same admiration.

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