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jiminrings · 3 years

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hey hannah! hope you are doing great darling ( ˘ ³˘) ♡ i may have a request in mind, a university/college au with jock!jk and shy art major!yn or an olympics au? with olympic athlete!jk and olympic athlete!yn (you decide which sports!) thank you so much in advance ♡

never (k)not you

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 5k

glimpse: established relationship ft. jock!jk and shy art major!y/n, y/n gets an unexpected pep talk and jungkook doubts himself, and either so much tears or so much dUST according to kook

notes: baby ok FIRST OF ALL, i’m so sorry i only got to write this now :(( it’s been three months since you sent in this request bUT well it’s here now :D thank you so much for requesting and waiting!! i really hope ur still here or else i-i... will lose it

if you squint, best friend!tae is actually rich kid tae both from the art major drabble and insufferable!!

lunch with taehyung either makes the both of you the LOUDEST motherfuckers in the planet or it’s just comfortable silence

comfortable silence’s more common whenever the two of you are in public because to put it simply

he’s cold and you’re shy!! makes sense

but god just mention his girlfriend’s name oNCE and he’ll talk your ear off and you get genuinely excited when he is

he just needs to mention gouache for less than a second and you will genuinely freak

then suddenly the both of you are the chattiest beings ever and absolutely no one will yield until they get the final say

but this

this just feels weird...

because it’s lunch and you’re not talkative and the silence is most definitely not comfortable

you just know tae has something up his sleeve and will probably catch you off-

“are you and jungkook a thing?”

...

......

it’s never actually registered in your head that you and jungkook are a THING but absolutely no one knows

literally no one

not even the dust living underneath your bedframe!! or if guardian angels existed, then they’d probably be clueless as fuck

lol wait what was that cold gust of wind on ur arms

jungkook is the dreamiest man alive and he’s been your boyfriend for what?? two years now??

and the two of you, and more of him actually, insisted to keep it private

your relationship is none of anyone’s business and it uh.,. it literally seems to be that way because sometimes even yOU forget that you’re in a relationship

jungkook avoids you like the plague and you keep to yourself like you do with all your gouache

this dynamic of no one knowing has been so instilled in you that tae’s innocent (?) question is enough to make you spiral little by little

taehyung was just harboring an idea ok

because like two days ago when you went out with him and his girlfriend for ice cream, jungkook was there too by himself

and that just seems like pure coincidence

but then they dOn’t seem like coincidences anymore when he realizes on the same day how many classes he was in where you were in

and you don’t even have the same major!!!

or when he’s walking you home because your apartment is literally on the right side of his girlfriend’s (changbin’s on the left) and he’s taking every possibility he gets

but it just so happens that uh... jungkook’s always there from a distance? like when the two of you are walking and that guy just hAD to be there at the back??

goddamn it tae should’ve gotten his parents’ offer for personal security while he’s studying in campus :((

“woah woah wOAH what’s the matter?” you panic when he shoves you inside your apartment the moment you manage to open it

“this fucking jungkook guy is either stalking you or me and it’s starting to get on my nerves!!”

“... taehyung-“

and then he realized that oh... ok... i see

what if this guy has a crush on you??

but it didn’t make sense because why would this soccer guy (no offense) that’s a jock (no offense) who always either looks high with how giggly he is (no offense) or bereaved with how he scowls (no offense) could POSSIBLY like you???

you who’s the art major (no offense) with your clothes almost exactly like he is (no offense) that he has an inkling that either you were copying him or him copying you (no offense) and the shyness that you absolutely wouldn’t talk to anyone unless they go first and tHAT even became a tough cookie for him!! h i m

wait

on another thought...

that does make sense

you and jungkook are more likely to be a couple than anyone else more alike to either of you, no offense :D

and the way now that you’re frozen and scoffing like ur voicing mater’s engine in cars

“w-what? FUCK no!!”

mhmmm

yeah that’s the spot

taehyung means this in full offense but you’d be absolutely bankrupt if ever you wanted to try your hand at poker when your tell is literally cussing in capital when you’re flustered

this is the equivalent of your mom leaving you by the line to the cashier at the grocery when she needs to get something and you’re next at the line and you have no money on you and you’re too hesitant to tell the person behind you to-

“why? are you thinking of asking him out?”

he hears you seethe and that’s only the second time he’s heard you actually do that so he may have straightened his posture a lil

you wouldn’t hold it against taehyung because jungkook is one fINE specimen and tae doesn’t stare from that description anyway

you just can’t help but feel a lil.....

ಠ_ಠ

because you know that jungkook is yours and when it comes to things like these, you can’t do anything about it

how could you??

fine... if taehyung tries to-

smack!

the fact that your friend has a gigantic palm for one doesn’t soothe the gears in your head

you’re positive that your brain actually shook inside your head for a split second

“i already have someone, dumbass.”

taehyung has to remind you again to which you immediately awe in remembrance, a sheepish smile on your face bc for a moment, you actually considered begging for tae to back the fuck off without making it seem you’re already with jungkook

he waves you off because you’re about to coo at him again, a small smile on his face because he wouldn’t forget how he’s so lucky

it’s nice to be in love!!

you should probably try it some time

but then again, taehyung’s starting to think that you’ve been in a longer relationship with jungkook than him in one, so he thinks that he should be the one taking notes from you

“can i, uhm, ask how did you know?”

you don’t mind swallowing your pride because you already know you can’t bullshit your way out of this one, a timid look on your lap

sheesh

tae’s pride seems to swell up because his suspicion’s right just by oNE singular try

“because i’m rich kid kim :) don’t you know that?”

see now this is only one of the few times that he’d gladly take his title

rich kid kim was coined by the courtesy of changbin, his girlfriend’s friend :/

it just seemed to STICK on everyone else after then

changbin was the first to narrate his actions like he’s the lead star of a poorly-produced netflix film

what’s wrong with rich kid kim? is his greeting every time he crosses paths with changbin

he was just pissy that oNE time!! it was ONE time

taehyung thinks of the whole jungkook situation and relates it to him as much as possible because ya know,,, he is the main star and koo’s just a second lead

ok changbin’s netflix narrations are really rubbing off on him

“think of jeon jungkook as an elitist that everyone wants to be close with, and yet he actually looks like one of the good guys — like me — and he looks like he wants to shoot himself in the foot when he gets offered caviar oNE more time, and then you’re like uh, the comic relief???”

he spews his interpretation all in one breath effortlessly and you’re just blinking slowly to try and digest it all

it’s oddly too specific

hol up now why does it sound like he’s been actually waiting for you to ask him that

HOLD ON YOU’RE THE COMIC RELIEF???

“a clowN?” is what you react first and tae can’t believe that that’s the only thing you picked up from his perfectly sound analogy

“uhhhh like a bartender? a waitress? someone that isn’t a socialite,” he shrugs as he tries to make amends, remembering that the last time he went to a rich kid kim party, no one was technically in pennywise shoes nor juggling bowling pins

“are you trying to insult me tae?”

:((

yIKES are u gonna cry

“what?? no!! no!!” he launches from his seat as if he was falling and that catches him a couple of glances from rich kid kim loyalists (there’s a lot of things he’s unaware of), about to punch the floor if only their lord and savior didn’t take it in stride, “i’m not trying to insult you, but it’s how you take it, y’know?”

his nonchalance puts you on the edge even more, launching from your seat and uh you don’t exactly have any concerned fanbase there to worry for you

“so i sHOULD?? tae you’re basically saying that-”

alright that’s it

he needs to actually get through you this time because more often that not, you are so fucking stubborn that it beats him

he glares at you, eyes looking comically large and pissy as he’s stopped in the middle of slurping from his cup noodles to talk some sense into you

it feels like an eternity until he finishes his noodles and you were almost tempted to just eat the remaining portion to fasten his pace

“in rich kid kim terms, or reality y/n terms?”

you’re almost too scared to answer but you already do before you can even process, raising two fingers

and for a moment, you think tae’s actually gonna go easy on you!

whew you definitely aren’t prepared if-

“do you come out together by the main door? or from the back?”

your eyes are as large as they could possibly be and if you stay in that same shocked and taken-aback state, you’d need to look for those creams with how much your eyebrows and your forehead are creased

u-uh well now that i think about it-...” okay maybe you and jungkook don’t come into uni by any of the several hundred main entrances at all, but that doesn’t mean-

“does he hold your hand? carry your backpack? doesn’t matter if you have a dumbbell in there or not, does he carry it?” tae lists item after item, racking through his mind as these were also all the things he does, and all the things he’s picked up from everyone

“does he bring your water? lend his hoodie when you’re not even sniffling? pick a fight when someone even looks at you the wrong way? read something relatively romantic in english lit, then text you about it? brag about you to his friends? does he-...”

...

....

okay

you are awfully too silent for even your nature

tae was blissfully obvious just two seconds ago when he was enumerating boyfriend traits (that he himself exhibited, excuse you) left and right

then he started to realize that you weren’t stuttering nor interjecting on the side

he’s :O when you’re standing up from your seat, straightening out your hoodie, one that isn’t jungkook’s, that you’ve been anxiously wrinkling for the past ten minutes

“excuse me, tae. i have uh.. i have a lot to think about.”

everything he’s said made a solid number on you because not even distracting yourself becomes successful

not even your mini fixation on gouache helped you because so far it really sucks

it’s become a routine of jungkook to come over to your apartment almost everyday that it practically feels he’s living with you

he knows where you keep your milk and how cold you want the AC to blast and how you organize your groceries

and yet jungkook can’t-

“koo do you love me?”

it’s a question that was sprung so suddenly because come to think of it, you’re knitting and jungkook’s head is buried in your thighs while he tries to take a nap

he doesn’t bother trying to figure out your thought process because it’s a question that’s so simple that it seemed trivial

jungkook’s a dream when he nods and hums to your thighs, making you tread your hands on his hair instead of your roll of yarn

“mhmmm. more than life itself.”

he loves loves you!!! he doesn’t even know why you’re asking

“okay,” you hum back, crouching down to press a kiss on his nape that he appreciates because he’s a little ticklish on that spot, “hold my hand tomorrow then.”

:-)

jungkook launches from his position on your thighs, sitting up immediately that it’s gotten him dizzy

“... w-what?”

oh boy here it goes

you don’t feel like dancing around this issue anymore because after all, you do have the right to stick your finger in this!!

he’s your boyfriend i mean like what’s not clicking

“it’s not that big of a deal, jungkook. it’s not like i asked you to propose to me or something.”

his eyes widen more at that, his cheeks puffing out and it makes you realize that taehyung was right and it dOES look like he’s hiding a goldfish in there sometimes

you try to bite back a laugh at that but jungkook is devoid from any entertainment at all, looking like you just asked him to pick between you and the universe

“you uh want me to propose??”

he has his hand awkwardly caressing his nape and his cheeks flush as he’s trying to process things

yeah he DOES love you and he’ll marry you eventually but you’re doing this now!!! as in now??

how’s your wedding gonna work? god, can the two of you decide on the menu for your reception? does this mean your aunts and his aunts would mee?? no no that could not possibly be-

“you don’t need to,” you sheepishly mumble and you’re not gonna deny that marrying jungkook did cross your mind every once in awhile

you aren’t against it but marriage is not the issue at hand!! it’s just about him hOLDING your hand tomorrow and not forever now

“so you don’t want me to?”

...... christ where is this going to

there’s palpable tension in the air and you just feel like giving up, sinking further into the couch and koo’s reading TOO much into it

what if you slouching on the couch means you’re breaking up with him and you wouldn’t marry him even if he was the last person alive

“if you aren’t ashamed of me, or if you don’t feel like dYING when i’m five feet away from you and your jock friends-“

“lovie i-“

your ringless hand raises and prompts him to shut up, palms a little sweaty and fingers tired from stress-knitting

“then hold my hand. tomorrow. please.”

:-)

okay fine then

last night wasn’t exactly the best experience because you felt a little too distant even if he was enveloping you into his arms

last night, kook didn’t even dare to try and press mischievous kisses from your jaw to your shoulder because you felt untouchable with how wringed you were

then he had breakfast by himself much earlier and had to practically sHAKE you awake to whisper that he’s gonna leave earlier because he has a plan, and then proceeds to tell you to act as if you didn’t know that he has a plan, then go back to sleep and forget altogether that this literal rude awakening even happened

if you ask him, he is wearing the most boyfriend fit ever in this entire universe

which is uh his regular outfit of a fit shirt and a cool-looking jacket with chunk boots thrown on top of it

BUT!!!!

hear him out ok

he’s wearing a bracelet

uh huh

a bracelet...... that has the iNITIAL of your name

yuh how romantic is that

man both hallmark and netflix must be bankrupt because of jeon jungkook!! he’s sure of it

he just knows

the big deal of it all is jungkook waiting for you by the stairs, bouncing on heels out of displaced nervous energy because he’s too jittery to just coolly lean against the wall

“kook?”

you’re tilting your head at the sight, a little lost but more on fond as he smiles squarely

“y/n! it’s uh, it’s you! wow!!”

he exclaims but not without tucking his hands into his pockets and non-discreetly looking around your surrounding before he deems it clear enough, which is what you still find useless for him to even do it!!

the whole point of this is to not care!!

he’s gingerly placing himself beside you and although it’s not exactly what you asked for, it makes you sigh a breath of relief because it’s been tOO long that you’ve been next to him in this public atmosphere

he’s not exactly far, but he isn’t exactly bumping shoulders with you either

there are some glances alright

jungkook has a loose grip on you but you could fEEL how his hand is so sweaty

he’s just looking at the floor and he allows you to guide him because if not for you, he would’ve been bumping into both lockers and people non-stop

u actually have first period together but you typically sit rowS away but now he’s just sitting on the chair right above yours

he isn’t next to you but he’s literally above you, so maybe you’ll take it

you can’t exactly text taehyung how it’s going because he could see everything from where he’s seated at

this was supposed to be an enjoyable time :(

a nice, giggly, warm enjoyable time with jungkook

but being this unrestricted meant him being so rigid that quite frankly, you’ve grown sick and wary of it in less than an hour

you’re making your way to the library and jungkook’s sTILL following you when you were sure he wouldn’t have

and if you ask him, he doesn’t know either why he followed you

he jus did it without thinking even if it meant him taking quick steps behind you with his head down

he doesn’t know why you’re here and he feels a little guilty that he should know it if this was already a part off your routine

but this time, jungkook can’t look at you because this time, you’re the one who’s unreachable

who kNOWS what your empty stare could possibly mean

“we don’t have to do this anymore, y’know.”

that’s the quickest way to conclude it, nodding to yourself surely

meanwhile, jungkook is a millisecond away from a goddamn mELTDOWN

“w-what do you mean?”

“this!” you genuinely chuckle and even wiggle your hands around to make a point

he swears to god rn that he is gonna BLUBBER

“a-are you breaking up with me right now?”

his voice is already cracking and it reminds him that oh, yeah, the two of you are in the library and he’s about to cRY

you’re gasping when you take his trembling hand and jungkook wants to snatch it back and beg you to hold it tighter at the same time

oh no :-)

“it’s okay. i don’t mind anymore. and what, we’re gonna graduate like a year from now! doesn’t matter anymore.”

but wait it SHOULD matter

he’s gonna cry oh god oh god he’s gonna-

“you don’t need to change for me.”

:((

so that’s what

jungkook cries and it’s from relief that no, you aren’t breaking up with him

“o-okay,” he nods as he wipes his own tears that are blurring his vision and there’s sO much that he actually worries if it would budge his contacts

he just wants a hug from you to console him like you always do

but instead, you look around, settle on tapping his chin, then standing up

“cheer up. i’m gonna go eat lunch with felix.”

and then yOU’RE the one leaving him

quick

does he really look like a red-nosed, bleary-eyes, puffy-lipped mess??

say sike rn lads

jungkook clearly doesn’t look the best and he doesn’t exactly know what he was doing when he came out of the library and marched over to hang out with his friends like he always did

but something’s just different

he looks like someone whose world turned upon him and has nothing left to himself

surprisingly, it’s not hobi who’s the only one thinking of that

his friends are all ????

“y’okay man??”

namjoon’s the first to break the silence and everyone sighs because they were all holding a breath just by looking at jungkook’s distraught state

“yeah! just, uh, just —“

he’s back to being preppy in an instant but he can’t establish eye contact, swinging his arms by his sides and looking around just to look natural and gOD IS THAT YOU??

you’re you

you’re there, walking with felix and your backpack on hIS shoulder

.,., the same backpack that he’s bought you one birthday ago, on tHIS dude’s shoulder strewn as if he didn’t panic in between which variant should he buy for you

you look blissfully unaware that he’s cried himself just by thinking about you and your words and lack of actions just awhile ago

“nothing.”

jungkook grits out and suddenly, he isn’t sad anymore :D

just uh

just a lil frustrated :D agitated :D or maybe feeling a little inadequate and outraged :D

this other mini breakdown going on his head doesn’t go unnoticed because here he is, so close to injuring his fist with how tight he’s clenching it

the guys, however.,.,

seokjin whistles and goes as far to squint his eyes intentionally that he looked like a distraught chihuahua, immediately grabbing jungkook’s actions as he nods his head to your direction

“y/n, right?”

jungkook froze and everyone is just waiting on him, mouths a little parted because they’ve caught on jin’s little plan and somehow, he might’ve struck a chord sO hard that-

“keep your fucking dick in your pants, seokjin.”

WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH

everyone’s reacting to his seething like a flock of seagulls to a piece of bread

yeah they’ve seen the youngest of their group mad, but not tHIS type of mad that he looks like he would’ve hit his hyung with a skillet upright if he had one onhand

everyone’s visibly offended besides seokjin, the man mentioned just amusedly shrugging his shoulders with a dimpled smile that unintentionally provoked jungkook even more

“told you,” yoongi gives up his last batch of cookies to namjoon, a long-winded bet finally coming to an end because of what was only supposed to be a harmless question by jin

“if y/n was your girlfriend, you could’ve just said so!!”

jin ruffles his hair and it doesn’t exactly take a genius to see how he cares for you!!

jungkook looks out for you in ways he couldn’t even notice doing

he always had two umbrellas in his backpack and when it was raining, he’d leave one on purpose by the front of this specific locker

hoseok actually borrowed an eraser without permission from kook once, but then he found a combination of tampons n napkins that he grimaced because what :// those aren’t even the good brands!! he has a sister and now has a handful of knowledge about monthly visits, so he takes note to talk to jungkook about it some time

there’s even an extra sweater in his backpack that always remains unotuched

one time, jimin complained that he was cold and turned to jungkook, full-well knowing that the fucker had oNE more sweater tucked in his bag, who just plains-out ignore him and even tch!s him under his breath

they somehow had a clue all along and now that jungkook realizes, he may be a little dENSE

OH RIGHT

WHY WOULD HE HAVE KEPT YOU HIDDEN

that’s entirely stoopid of him

what was the reason lmao

this time, jungkook’s more than eager to make it up to you

eVEN if you’ve insisted that nothing was wrong!!

it was just the last day before christmas break so it went by considerably fast-paced because even the professors were a little antsy to come home!!

that didn’t stop him, because clearly, jungkook holds your hand tight this time and he’s looking straight ahead

he looks proud

he feels natural and giggly the whole day that you couldn’t stop either because it’s a complete 360 from yesterday

wouldn’t absolutely stop holding your hand and following you

even kisses the top of your head like a kitten repeatedly

eVEN SAT IN A CLASS HE DIDN’T HAVE TO BE WITH YOU

something’s up with jungkook alright

the two of you are back again on the couch — you knitting, and him buried and napping on your thighs

it’s a bit of a shock when he grabs your hand all of a sudden, a half-sleepy and full-on dreamy look on his face when he’s looking up at you from being laid down on your lap

a red silicone band :D

you’re still speechless when he’s sliding it on your ring finger, admittedly getting the wrong finger the first time which is why he’s sheepish and holding back a giggle

“jungkook....?”

unsurprisingly, it looks good on you

he seems to think so himself when he’s giving you another one, holding his hand out and you’re doing the same without even an explanation present

“it’s a placeholder :)”

a placeholder?? hold on ur heart is a lil fragile

your eyes widen and your lips downturn on instinct, making him giggle as he smushes your cheeks to just let him explain

“all this marriage talk just had me thinking-”

“are you PROPOSING right now??”

both the mix of panic and excitement stains you clearly, mouth dropping open as you try to fumble for atleast something to wipe your face with

hee-hee

“maybe i am, maybe i’m not :)”

jungkook’s such a romantic it’s SICKENING

his mind drifts off and you can’t blame him!!

his family’s well-off so maybe he could cash in his next ten birthdays for a loan or maybe even a house to help ease the two of you in

maybe the two of you could even build it from the ground up

the two of you could also move into this nice apartment after graduation!! he’s been eyeing it for quite awhile actually

“you wanna get married early?”

“maybe i do, maybe i don’t :D”

jungkook’s faux nonchalance makes you grin yourself, the both of you knowing what answer he’d yield anyway

“as long as it’s you,” you declare surely, bending down to press a kiss on his nose that tickles him and makes his heart full

“as long as it’s me?”

jungkook smiles cheekily at your statement pressing kisses on the top of your thighs that’s got you fumbling at him to just embrace you immediately

he’s a little bulky with all the muscles he’s gained and worked on, a little pressured when he’s sitting on your lap upright and won’t absolutely stop kissing you sweetly

“you should start on knitting your wedding garter now :D”

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nekokoaa · 3 years

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Gemini - (18+) Todoroki Shoto x Reader (I)

Summary:

“Looks like you seen a ghost,” yeah, you. Especially with his full white hair and silver eyes and those chills still running down your spine caused by his knuckles lightly pressing into your skin. Honestly, you had to wonder if this was truly Shoto you were staring at and if it was then… who was the one in the kitchen?

Warnings: Clothed sex, food sex, bondage, a little s&m, soft sex, rough sex, eventual threesome

Part of the 18+ series Euphoria - Euphoria Masterlist

Also on AO3

A/C: Honestly it was either 3 parts or an extremely long three sex scenes fic so take it in three parts lol Also, Two Todorokis = Double trouble so you know how this fic is gonna go ;)

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Gemini – Todoroki Shoto x Reader

“I’m home.” The sound of your voice echoed throughout the empty house and when you didn’t get a reply back, you weren’t surprised because Shoto was never home at this time. Because he was a pro hero, he would usually come home in the evening or at night and you would fix him up a delicious dinner to welcome him home. You decided to do just that and set your bag down on a small table in front of the sectional couches and walked through the halls towards the kitchen. You thought you were hearing things when you heard the sound of running water coming from the kitchen and as you moved closer the sound grew louder and then it stopped.

“Shoto?” It was odd that he was home early, but it wasn’t impossible. Maybe he had the night off and wanted to surprise you, so you peeked your head in the kitchen with a smile and saw Shoto wiping a plate dry with a cloth before setting it on the counter. His profile was facing you, specifically his left side with his sapphire blue eye on the plate. He looked a bit upset as there was a frown on his face in place of his usual neutral expression. And you immediately thought something went wrong during work.

“Shoto, are you okay? Did something happen at the agency?” You were quick to be at his side, wrapping an arm around his arm before you laced your hands together with his. Shoto was slow to react maybe because he didn’t notice you approached him but when he felt your fingers in between his, he pulled away from you immediately, yanking his arm from your grip and the piercing glare that came after sent you in confusion. But what really baffled you was the two eyes that harbored that glare was a fiery sapphire hue and the locks of hair that was supposed to be white on his right side were a deep red. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought somehow Endeavor had turned into a young man because of how wildly similar Shoto looked like him.

“Why are you touching me?” He hissed and took a couple of steps back, his eyes never releasing that hardened gaze. Shoto had never looked at you with such anger before. You had no clue what made him like this.

“W-What happened to your… hair and eyes? Is everything o—” You reached for him and his frown grew deeper, making you freeze in your actions. He simply snatched the plate off the counter and moved it to the island counter, far away from you. You stared at his back, ultimately admitting defeat and walking out of the kitchen. Knowing Shoto, maybe he needed time to cool off before telling you what was wrong, but you had no clue what could’ve made him act like that, especially towards you. No matter how angry he was, it was never directed at you and as much as you wanted to walk back in that kitchen and demand to know what was going on, you knew you had to give him his space.

The bedroom that you shared with Shoto was just past the guest room down the hall and when you opened it, you were thrown off by the sight of someone buried under the covers in your bed. It felt like a cruel joke. First with Shoto’s sudden distant attitude and now finding out that the reason for his cold attitude could be because he was cheating on you and sloppily forgot to remove the evidence. The first thing you thought to do was to run right back in the kitchen and demand some answers but since the bitch was right here, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You stomped over to the bed, eyes livid as you yanked the covers off the person, ready to raise hell and drag the bitch out of bed.

Yet what you didn’t expect to see was Shoto sleeping soundly. So many questions had flooded into your head at that very moment. And even if the staggering question of how Shoto can be in the kitchen and bedroom at the same time was freaking you out, what was really got you was seeing his hair all white like snow and the scar that harbored his left eye vanished. And when Shoto stirred and his eyes fluttered opened, you gasped when you saw a pair of grays on you.

And as fast as you saw those irises, you were pulled into the bed. Your breasts squished against his bare chest and his strong arms laced around your form to trap you. His face was only a mere inch away and it sported a lazy smile that had your heart skipping.

“You came to wake me up with a kiss…?” It took you a moment to realize he pecked you on the lips. “…Good girl.” His comment, a heavy purr that sent shivers down your spine and those half-lidded gray eyes that oozed with lust made your mouth water. He began petting your head and his smile widened as he thought about how adorable your surprised face was. No matter how warm you felt under that smile, you froze in those arms. Not sure whether to start screaming or to shut down all at once.

You gotten yourself out of that situation in the most ungraceful way possible. You force yourself from his tight hold and clumsily fell from the bed in doing so. It earned a laugh from him, propping part of his body up with his elbow to peer at you from the top. He didn’t even ask if you were okay. He just chuckled like he was watching a comedy show or something. Same lazy smile. He was definitely entertained. You can see it in his eyes and you thought yourself a fool to even think this imposter was Shoto because he would never treat you like this.

You ran out of the room without another glance. Back in the living room where you left your bag and you snatched your phone from within and you noticed the several missed calls from Izuku.

Immediately, you gave him a call back. You recognized his frantic voice from anywhere and you soon found out that he’s been trying to get ahold of you for hours. He wanted to let you know that Shoto was hit by a villain’s quirk that split him into two people. He’s been put on hero leave until it wears off. The doctor’s said at least a week would be enough but even they weren’t sure.

You were speechless, not knowing what to say to Izuku as he apologized repeatedly. Meanwhile, Shoto-Red had walked in with a bowl of cereal, not even glancing at you as he sat down in a chair next to the sectional couches you were sitting in. Then, Shoto-White walked in with a soft smile on his face, taking the empty spot next to you and sitting a little too close for comfort. He slid your phone from your hands, bringing it to his own ear as he spoke calmly to Izuku.

“Don’t worry, Deku, we’ll be fine. ____ will make sure to take of me—oh, uh, us,” he glanced at his red counterpart who did nothing but eat his cereal. He then hung up and tossed your phone. He gave you a smile that seemed all too foreign on his face and then you noticed that this Shoto was without the scar on his eye.

“Right?”

You jumped slightly and knitted your brows together because you were confused by what he said. Shoto-White gently laced his fingers in between yours, leaning ever so close to you.

“You’ll take care of us?” You were contemplating on whether to pull your hands out of his grip or leave it. That smile on his face just too suspicious to even be considered innocent.

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It was about a few days since you came home to Shoto being split into two people. One of them having a full head of red hair with a burn scar on his left eye and the other having white hair and flawless skin. You have come to know that these two were very different in terms of personality and behavior.

Shoto-Red was very quiet, similar to the Shoto that you knew, but he was cold, had a short temper and didn’t like to be touched. He also got annoyed easily and liked to keep his distance. He liked to hang out in the kitchen or the living room and he was always eating something. You didn’t want to admit it again, but he reminded you of Endeavor, but a younger version of him.

Now Shoto-White was really different, he was… nice, kind, he gave you hugs in the mornings. Sometimes would wake you up with breakfast. He took a lot of naps and was always sleepy. You thought there was something suspicious about how he always seemed to be smiling even when you weren’t looking at him, but his actions had made you think otherwise. He was, dare you say it, very sweet.

“Gonna take a nap. Let me know when you’re done with dinner, Red,” Shoto-White yawned out those words, waving in the kitchen when he was passing in the hallway. Shoto-Red didn’t answer him as he stirred pot of miso soup, taking a sip before he tightened the strings of his apron.

You were standing behind him dressed in your own apron and had a tray of already baked cupcakes that needed icing in your hands. You wanted to ask him whether he wanted to help or not, but you were a little worried about hearing his answer. He was always so dismissive whenever you were near him. His muscles would tense up and he would keep his distance with you. When you asked Shoto-White about it, he told you not to worry about it and said “that’s just how Red was” but you couldn’t help that it bothered you. Heck, what’s the worst that could happen?

“Red? Do you want to help me ice the cupcakes?” You placed the tray on the counter next to him. He glanced at the cupcakes before glaring into your face. You wanted to step back and tell him ‘nevermind’ while hightailing it out of there, but he soon looked away and mumbled, “whatever…” and stormed towards the fridge and pulled out fat pastry bags, one filled with red icing the other with white.

“Have you ever done this before?” You asked as you took the red pastry bag from him. He shook his head and you showed him a gentle smile. “All you have to do is squeeze the bag around the edges of the cupcake and then work your way in.”

You were icing one of the cupcakes as you spoke, showing him a live demonstration of it. You placed another cupcake in front of him and watched as he struggled with shaky hands to squeeze the icing out. It squirted too much out on one side and you had to cover your mouth to keep from laughing, a small ‘pffft!” was all that came out.

“Hold it steady—Her-Here,” you felt his hand flinch when yours cupped around it. You guided his hand slowly around the cupcake. It was weird because his hand was trembling slightly and when you glanced up at his face, his cheeks were nearly as red as his hair and he was biting his lip, eyes wide and fixed on the cupcake in front of him. It was like if he were to even glance in your direction he would be burned.

You came to realize that perhaps he didn’t hate you, but was maybe shy?

Shoto-Red soon couldn’t handle your touch anymore. He pulled his hand from under yours but the force of it made him squeeze the pastry bag and it came flying out, landing on your apron, hands, and parts of your face. Immediately, he was regretful.

“I’m-I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay,” you said while chuckling and licking your lips, getting most of the cream off but missing some smudges on the corner of your lips. “These are gonna be some tasty cupcakes.”

You hummed, and Shoto-Red stared down at your hands, especially at the cream near your knuckles.

“Can I try…?”

“Yeah, help your…. self,” you lost your words when your hand was grabbed and felt a wet tongue being dragged across your knuckles, licking the icing off it and soon sinking one of your digits in his mouth. All at once, a shimmer of heat rose within your body and blossomed in your cheeks. His face was also flushed but his sudden boldness kept him going. You wanted to blame the hotness in the kitchen on the oven, but you couldn’t deny that even though he looked slightly different, he was still very much Shoto, and that he looked fucking hot licking your hand and fingers.

You mumbled something incoherent as he pulled away, and he made a small sound when he noticed the icing smudged on the corner of your lips. He acted before he realized, grabbing your shoulders gently which confused you because he reached out so fast that you expected it to be rough. You then felt his hot tongue near your lips.

“Shoto…” you whispered his name. He was so happy. You didn’t call him Red, but by his actual name. He moved with much more vigor, adding his lips to his licks, sucking a part of your cheek until you couldn’t take it anymore. You turned your head slightly and made his lips touch with yours and immediately, you were kissing him.

This didn’t mean you were cheating on Shoto, right? Technically, Red was Shoto, at least a part of him was.

But soon that thought became a fleeting memory when your apron was being untied while he continued to kiss you. He was gentle with it. Pulling the strings until they unraveled, and the apron became loose on your body. He helped you slip it off and it fell on the floor, leaving you left with your spaghetti string tank and shorts. Your breasts naturally hung from your chest which made Shoto-Red aware that you were bra-less. He enveloped one in his hands, squeezing it through your tank and the mewl you let out momentarily separated your lips, but he was back in seconds. He pushed against your body and you felt the counter pressing into your back. He moaned heavily, loosely, his other hand anchored to your hip as his thumb pressed into your thigh.

It was exhilarating. Since Shoto was always busy with work, your sex life hasn’t been frequent, not that you were complaining. Your sex drive was average, so you were fine with going a couple of days without it. But you were now a couple of weeks in with no sex and you had to admit you needed to fuck like a needy bitch.

He held you like he held glass. His hands encased around your body. The feel of your curves under his warm palms mapped out your entire figure. The more he felt it, the more wanted to run his hands through your breasts, stomach, hips, and thighs. It grew so much that he wanted to know how you felt on his dick.

But you saw him hesitating, even though you were giving him extreme bedroom eyes, Shoto-Red moved with caution. His lips stayed at your face, his hands avoided the most sensitive of areas. You held your sigh. You needed to encourage him because for some reason he couldn’t sense the obvious.

You purred his name, widening the gap between you by pulling away but your hands remained to caress his neck. Your nails lightly scratched near his collarbones that you knew was sending shivers down his spine. He especially loved when your hands would tread around his broad shoulders, it often faced abuse from your nails depending on how rough Shoto was that night, but you noticed that this Shoto was voided of scars when your hands slipped under his shirt. You knew you had to fix that later.

On the counter was the nearly forgotten pastry bag that you grabbed and squeezed into your hands. You started to giggle when you spread red icing all over your body. Oh, it made him shudder. He was so happy you picked red. You picked him.

The icing was smeared across your chest and he couldn’t lift his eyes from one of your breasts that went over your tank’s collar. Perfect in size and hung marvelously from your chest. He didn’t even wait for you to add more as his lips were already sucking on your tits, circling his tongue on your nipple until it hardened and ripe from his actions.

“Haha, wait… Mmn… Shoto…” You weren’t done decorating yourself but for a moment you surrendered to his touch, arching your body closer while hooking an arm over his back to support yourself. The back of his tv shirt stained by your fingers. Your other hand slipped between your open legs and went under your shorts and underwear, pushing them off until they pooled at your legs. It felt weird putting icing on your vagina but the way how Shoto was sucking on your tit, God, you couldn’t wait to feel that hot tongue down there.

Shoto took his time. It was odd because as hungry as his lips and tongue moved, he still savored the moment, not wanting to move quickly from one place to another. He made sure when he did move that he nibbled and sucked your skin until he felt it raw under his tongue. He traveled south, even licking your tank that stained from the red icing, and he moved even further south until he was in front of your pubic, feeling your hairs glide across his taste buds as he took some icing away with every lick.

You shivered, legs widening. Yes! Your internal voice screamed as you hook a leg over his shoulder, shuddering as his hot tongue pressed against your clit. He juggled the swollen nub with his tongue, licked all the icing, and not even stopping when it was all done.

You praised him and rewarded him with your fingers through his red hair. He was humming… and those vibrations added to the pleasurable sensation that had your leg trembling, barely able to keep your weight up. You had to fully rely on the counter against your back and your leg over Shoto’s shoulder to support yourself.

“Delicious…” You then heard his husk and you looked down to find his sapphire eyes peering up at you—lust alive in those irises.

“Mmn… the icing?” You cocked your head to the side playfully. You knew exactly what he meant but for once in your life you wanted to play dumb. Something shined in your boyfriend’s eyes—something sinister as his tongue that was deep in your cunt swiped his lower lip.

He stoked your propped-up thigh. “No. You.”

Those small words made your heart hiccupped in your chest and you felt pleasure swirl in your tummy. You had never wanted to fuck this badly before. It’s like your entire insides were on fire, begging to be rearranged by the fat cock of your boyfriend. Your entrance soaked, just a single massage of your fingers and you heard them singing, yearning for a cock. It was like Shoto heard it and he stood up, catching your leg that slipped from his back and holding it up. You watched how he loosen the strings of his sweats; the crotch area was bulged out and stained with pre-cum. His dick was stretching against the fabric, ready to burst out of it. It bounced and bobbed in excitement and anger when Shoto pulled down his sweats enough to where it sprung free.

“Lower the fire…” You reminded him. Man, he forgot he was cooking. You were one hell of a woman.

He quickly reached for the stove and he was back in seconds. He gave you a deep, searing kiss, nibbling on your voluptuous lips. He grinded himself on your hips until you felt him slip in, grabbing your other leg and completely lifting you off the ground. A shuddering gasp escaped the both of you, your moist walls stretched around his length, swallowing it whole as it throbbed and ached within you. Your lower back was being pressed into the kitchen counters just as his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs.

And with his first forward thrust, you made the most wanton moan that ever left your lips. He quickly shushed you. Oop—You forgot that there was someone else in the house. Honestly, you hardly cared at the moment but for Shoto-Red’s sake, you’ll try to suppress your moans.

You bit your lip and Shoto started to thrust his hips forward. His pace was slow, but every fuck was powerful, pulling out and then in, out and in. Your body jolted to his thrusts, a cacophony of skin slapping, moans, pants, and swishing of wetness resounded in the kitchen. You felt the waves of his pants hit your face, his breath smelt sweet with icing and the slick wetness of your vagina, his tongue tasted just as sweet as he gave you an open-mouthed kiss, still driving his hips into yours with as much fervor as a wild animal.

You saw his sweat gathered at his clavicles, his cheeks heated red and hot to the touch when your hand caressed his face. He looked gorgeous, gazing at you with those two cerulean eyes—a deep blue flame burned with the throes of passion as his crimson hair swayed forward every time he thrusted his hips. His lips parted and wet with sweat and saliva—his, yours, maybe both, and that sonorous moan he would make when you would squeeze him just right had you fluttering. He was mostly quiet, similar to the real Shoto, he kept his moans on the down low and let out mostly breathless pants. But all pleasure was shown through his face, his eyes, and how tight his eyebrows would get.

He pressed his lips on to your breasts, sucking on both even the one through your tank top. He didn’t care, he sucked on that nipple, tasted the bland fabric of your tank and felt that harden nub against his taste buds. You held onto him tightly, clawing and fisting his shirt as blow after blow made your body tremble with the most intense, and liberating pleasure.

Shoto-Red was moaning your name, repeating it under his breath in a desperate hymn. Like pure velvet, it sounded delicious in your ear. It was like he was worshipping your body, pleased and thankful for how it was making him feel. His movements feral like his sole purpose was to fuck you and fill you up, the muscles of his arms stretched tight and rigid, veins rising underneath the skin. You were close too. You felt the knot within you twist and turn, pulling until it couldn’t anymore. A few more thrusts and it snapped, allowing an earth shattering, spine tingling, orgasm to ripple through your body. He saw the brief whites of your eyes and held you as your body visibly shook in his hands. Shoto-Red was close behind you. Detached moans left him as his seed spilled into your womb. He was still calling your name, soft kisses pressed on your face pulled you from your euphoric high.

It’s not like you were regretting what happened but an indescribable feeling washed over you after. Shoto-Red was still kissing your face and neck, cock still buried deep within you. He wasn’t going to let you down any time soon.

He gazed into your eyes. He looked head over heels for you—like you were the world to him. You didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing but that thought soon escaped you the moment his lips met yours. You drowned in his kisses and ran your fingers through his red locks. Unbeknownst to both of you, a pair of gray irises were peeking in the kitchen laced with ire and envy.

Part II (Coming Soon)

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The Sims

Pairing: Tom x female reader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of woohoo lol

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: You teach the boys how to play the Sims, which may or may not have been a good idea.

A/N: I downloaded the boys from the gallery in the Sims, and Harrison’s Sim really is this chaotic 😭 he’s nearly died at least three times and I still have no idea how it’s happened. Also the gif is not mine, all credit goes to its respective owner.

“Okay, so how do we even play?” Harrison asked as you gave him an odd glance.

“Seriously, you’ve never played the Sims before? Are you sure you’re not like a forty-five year old man in a young man’s body?” You retorted as Harrison glared at you.

“I’m not, I was always very physically active as a child. You know, like actually playing sports and running around outside, unlike someone over here who apparently played video games all day.” He replied as he shot you a side glance.

“Okay you got me there, not gonna lie.” You said as you grabbed a few Cheez-Its from the bowl that Harry was eating out of. “Basically you can design a character and live out whatever you want to do. You can be stinking rich and famous, or you can be a kleptomaniac and steal from the rich and famous. Whatever dream you want to live out really.” You added as the game loaded to the main screen.

The guys were all huddled around you on the coach, staring at the screen while you showed them how to create a Sim. “Okay so who wants to go first?” You asked and Tom raised his hand.

“Cool. You can make it look like you, or you can make yourself look totally different. You even can live together in a big house if you want, to make it more realistic.” You added as you handed Tom your laptop.

It took him about 30 minutes to create his Sim, and it looked just like him. He handed the laptop to Tuwaine as he made his own Sim, but he only spent like 10 minutes on it. Next, Harry and Sam made themselves, and lastly Harrison created his own Sim. About an hour later, the boys were ready to play.

“Aren’t you going to make your Sim too, love?” Tom asked as he handed you back the laptop.

“Nah, I already have a Sim. She’s living in Del Sol Valley, and you guys can look at the different worlds to see where you want to live.”

They all made the collective decision to live in Del Sol Valley as well, since they all had the acting career aspiration. That came as no shock to you.

“Alright, I’m not good at building houses, but if you want to look at the gallery-” you pointed at the top of the screen, “you can download one that someone else already made.”

The boys collectively “ooo-d” as they clicked around the gallery, before deciding on a modern build home that’s two stories tall, with five bedrooms.

“So in order to actually afford this house, I’m going to show you a little cheat.” You smirked as the boys became excited.

“You can cheat in this game? I already love it.” Tuwaine said as you laughed a little.

“There’s a cheat for everything, you can even cheat the gender of your children.” Tom’s eyes widened as he contemplated something.

“So we could have children together in the Sims? We need to work on that immediately.” Tom said as he pulled you onto his lap. He placed a kiss to the back of your neck and buried his head in the crook of your neck.

You did the ‘motherlode’ cheat a few times so that the boys would be able to afford the house, and then you helped them move in.

The house was beautiful, with a hot tub, a pool, a library, and an exercise room. It was massive, and you could tell they were all excited to play.

“Here, have at it.” You got up from Tom’s lap as you handed him the laptop, so that they could control their Sims.

Apparently, it was a bad idea to leave them to their own devices.

You were sitting at the kitchen island, eating a bowl of ice cream and scrolling through Instagram. Your scrolling was interrupted when you heard a blood curdling scream come from the living room.

“Ahhh, oh my god oh no I’m gonna die! Y/N I need you right now!” Harrison screamed as you ran into the living room.

“What? What’s the matter?” You inquired as Tuwaine just pointed at the laptop screen.

“Harrison set the bloody house on fire! And no one knows how to put it out!” Tuwaine said as he was trying to click on the screen.

“Oh my gosh okay click on the fire and press ‘extinguish’. Hurry!” You instructed as Harrison did the action. It worked, but Harrison was charred black, and his moodlet was ‘very tense’.

“I have no idea how that happened. I was trying to make pancakes for everyone but instead I caught myself on fire, along with the stove and the counter.” He stated as he showed you the damage.

“Well, when art imitates life.” Harry said as Sam gave him a high five. Harrison then smacked Harry on the arm, and Harry let out an “ow!” before pouting.

“Boys, boys, play nicely. You can replace everything, it’s okay.” You said, rubbing Harrison’s back.

“Will do.” Harrison said as he fixed up his Sim and they continued to play.

Less than thirty minutes later, Harrison screamed again.

“Oh my god my Sim has a death wish! He got struck by lighting when he went to take out the garbage. I didn’t even know that could happen!” Harrison said as he set the laptop on the coffee table, and got up dramatically, throwing his arms in the air to signify that he’d surrendered.

“I’m done, I don’t want to play the Sims anymore.” He pouted as he put his arms around you, and pulled you into a hug.

“Oh angel, I’m sorry your Sim is so chaotic. It’s okay though, it’s just a game.” You cooed as you rubbed circles on his back. “Why don’t you go have some ice cream or something? That’ll cheer you up.” You said as he nodded, letting go of you and trudging to the kitchen.

“Hey look! Y/N your Sim came over to visit!” Tom said as he grabbed the laptop so he could control it. “I’m going to make you fall in love with me right now.” He smirked as he made a move on your Sim. He flirted enough so that the option “woohoo in a hot tub” appeared, and without hesitation Tom clicked it faster than the speed of light.

“Now this I want to see!” He said as he rubbed his hands together and licked his lips. He saw your Sim and his walk over to the hot tub, and the boys were staring intently as well to see what would happen. They all wooed and cheered as your Sims hopped in, and they were curious to see what would happen next.

Your Sim straddled Tom’s waist, and they both fell backwards into the water. Tom’s Sim raised a finger and motioned for your Sim to come over, and she jumped on him, pushing him underwater.

“This is a child’s game?!” Sam said as they couldn’t tear their gaze away from the woohoo-ing sims. Not gonna lie, it was pretty hot watching Sim ‘you’ and Sim ‘Tom’ go at it, hot and heavy.

Hearts came up from the water, and your Sims emerged, before deciding to make out with each other.

“Need me a freak like that.” Sam exclaimed as Harry high fived him.

“Damn that was hot. They should really stick that on Pornhub.” Tuwaine said as everyone broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Phew, I don’t know about you but that’s got me feeling some type of way.” Tom said as he wiped a bead of sweat from his face.

“Same here.” You said as you moved onto Tom’s lap so that you straddled him.

“Oh my god don’t recreate it here!” Harry said as he covered his eyes.

“Wanna woohoo?” Tom asked as you giggled, pressing your lips to his. He pulled away and stood up, before carrying you to your shared bedroom. Your legs were still around his waist as he became more aggressive with your kisses, and you moaned slightly as he locked the bedroom door behind you two.

The boys shared a glance as they realised that you two would be preoccupied for a while. “Hey hand me the laptop, let’s see what other bad things can happen to Harrison’s Sim.” Harry smirked as they huddled around the laptop, continuing to play the game.

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Additional A/N: Is this the dumbest thing I’ve ever written? Yes, yes it is. Also, is your girl so touch starved during quarantine that seeing sims woohoo in a hot tub suddenly became too steamy? Also yes.

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splendidly-secret-sick-fics · 3 years

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I’m Fine: An AtsuHina fic (Part 2)

Here it is!! Part 2 of my AtsuHina fic.

I’m sorry it took so long. I had a really hard time figuring out exactly what I wanted to happen and how I wanted to characterize them. I think Hinata ended up being pretty ooc, but I’m like okay with it? I kinda hc that when he gets older, he calms down a lot and becomes like a very comforting person to be around. Like he’s still kinda goofy, but it’s more ~refined~ if you will.

If you missed my most recent post, I’m going to start trying to shorten these fics a bit! I really enjoy writing these, but they’re also very very tiring lol.

Anyway!! Without further ado...

I’m Fine: An AtsuHina fic (part 2)

Part 1

Pairing: Sick Atsumu, caretaker Hinata

Word Count: 2,644 (!!!)

Trigger Warnings: vomiting, swearing (?)

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“—umu. Babe, please wake up.”

A voice cut through Atsumu’s brain and groaned. His mouth tasted terrible and it was about 900 degrees wherever he was right now. All in all, he’s never felt worse.

“Tsumu, please. Come on.” A hand tapped his face and he swatted it away with a groan.

“Okay, that was something. Open your eyes now for me, baby.” His cheek was pinched. He scrunched his nose and squeezed his eyes open. The light burned his eyes, but when he looked up, he was met with the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The most fantastic gift he could have received during this incredibly trying time in his life.

“Shoyo?” he whimpered, his bottom lip quivering. Shoyo smiled at him and it was so beautiful and amazing and Atsumu felt so relieved because he wasn’t alone anymore.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here.” Shoyo rubbed his hand up and down Atsumu’s arm. Atsumu bit his lip and tried to sit up. Shoyo was right there, gently pulling Atsumu up and into his arms. Atsumu grabbed on with what little strength he had.

“Yer home?” he cried. Shoyo smelled like airport and it didn’t help his nausea at all. It didn’t matter though because he was home. And he was holding Atsumu and maybe things would be okay now.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here. I’m sorry I’m late,” Shoyo reassured. Atsumu’s bottom lip quivered and his eyes water. A sob escaped before he could stop it. Shoyo’s arms around him tightened and that was all it took for the floodgates to open. Tears rolled down Atsumu’s flushed cheeks and he cried pathetically into Shoyo’s chest.

“Pl’se don’ leave me. ‘M s’ry,” He gripped Shoyo’s shirt tightly.

“I’m not. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Time passed slowly and Atsumu wasn’t sure how long he cried and clawed at Shoyo, begging him not to leave. Eventually though, he calmed down enough to realize that his stomach was still rolling.

“So you’re not feeling very good, huh, Tsumu?” Shoyo asked and planted a kiss on the top of Atsumu’s head. He shook his head.

“When did you get home?” he asked. Not that he even knew what time it was anyway.

Shoyo hummed, “not that long ago. I rushed home from the airport. Samu and Rin blew up my phone as soon as I landed.” Atsumu scrunched his face.

“Why would they do that?”

“Are you serious?” Shoyo snorted. “You texted them incoherently at two in the morning. They said something about how you were dying and never wanted to eat or see the light of day ever again. You scared them,” he paused, “scared me, too.” He added, quieter. Atsumu felt him rest his cheek on the top of his head.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. When did he text them all of that? There was absolutely no memory of those texts being sent anywhere in his brain.

“S’okay,” Shoyo said. They fell into a comfortable silence.

“Can you tell me how long you’ve been in the bathroom?” Shoyo asked eventually.

Atsumu shook his head again, because no, honestly he couldn’t.

“Las’ thing I ‘member clearly is Samu and Suna bein’ here.” Shoyo exhaled slowly.

“That long, huh? Have you thrown up a lot?”

At that, Atsumu nodded his head vigorously, because yes, if there’s anything he knows about the past 24 hours, it’s that he’s spent a lot of them crying and puking.

“Have you eaten anything? Anything to drink? Any meds?”

A hesitant shake of the head.

“Okay. Well let’s start with that, yeah? Then we’ll try and get your fever down.” Shoyo patted Astumu’s back and made to get up.

No no no. Atsumu didn’t want anything in his body. Just the thought of it brought back the nausea to a level that made him squirm.

“Please no,” he whimpered. Shoyo was standing, stretching his arms above his head.

“I’m sorry, babe. Gotta get that fever down and get some liquids in you. You’re probably really dehydrated. You don’t want to go to the hospital right?” Shoyo peered down at him, an eyebrow raised.

Well, no. He didn’t want that.

“Don’ wanna throw up.” Atsumu pouted.

“I know,” Shoyo rubbed his head, “but don’t worry, I’ll be here.”

And thank god Shoyo was there.

Not even an hour later, Atsumu was hunched over a bowl on the couch, heaving and bawling.

Shoyo made him drink a sports drink and take some fever reducers. He was in the clear for a little while, so they decided to chance some soup. When it looked like he was okay, Shoyo decided to take a shower and wash the nasty airport stank off of himself.

By the time he got out, Atsumu was sobbing in a puddle of his own vomit. From there, the situation only spiraled into disaster.

Atsumu, now clean of his own puke, but quickly sweating through his new clothes, whimpered pitifully as he heaved.

“Tsumu, you have to calm down. You’re making it worse,” Shoyo soothed, rubbing up and down Atsumu’s back.

“I don’ wanna,” he coughed, “puke ‘a’ymore.” He punctuated his statement with a wet belch, as if the universe wanted to mock him.

The room was spinning and he wanted everything to stop. He felt so out of control of his own body. He was sticky and gross and it was so freaking hot.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, please calm down, Atsumu,” Shoyo tried. Atsumu heard the shake in his voice and he wanted to tell him it was okay and that he was fine and that he was sorry and get his shit together so he didn’t cause his jet-lagged boyfriend any more grief, but he simply could not do that.

Instead, he gagged and choked on a small stream of bile. Everything hurt. His toes, his head, his limbs, his throat, especially.

He breathed heavily over the bowl and hoped to god he was done. At least for now.

Shoyo patted his face with a damp and blissfully cold wash cloth. Atsumu glanced at Shoyo’s scrunched face and sighed.

“‘M s’ry ya had t’ come home t’ this, Sho.” Atsumu felt utterly pathetic. He wanted to welcome Shoyo home with a nice dinner and a relaxing night in, and instead here he was taking care of Atsumu.

Of course, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t grateful. There was no way in hell he would have lasted another night on his own.

“It’s alright, baby. I really don’t mind. I just wish you weren’t feeling so bad,” Shoyo frowned. Atsumu weakly reached up to hold his hand.

“Thank ya,” he slurred around the disgusting-ness he felt in his mouth. Shoyo’s mouth quirked up minutely.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked, stroking Atsumu’s sweaty hair back with his free hand.

Atsumu nodded, “I w’nna change again. ‘M sticky.” Shoyo hummed in affirmation and stood up.

“I’ll be right back then. I’m gonna take the bowl and rinse it out. You’ll be okay for a few minutes?” He looked skeptical. Atsumu nodded. Leaving a quick peck on Atsumu’s sweaty forehead, Shoyo bounced out of the room. His stomach had been eerily calm for a few minutes now, so he took the chance to relax some and slumped back on the couch. He brought an arm up to rest over his eyes.

Why was this even happening? It was pure misery. If he could sleep it off, he would, but he was too afraid of getting sick while sleeping.

Sensing his anxiety, his stomach cramped. He groaned, placing a hand on his angry belly. His eyes stung. How many times has he cried in the past 24 hours? It didn’t really matter, he supposed, and let the tears roll down his face.

Quite abruptly, a regrettably familiar pressure in his chest returned and Atsumu sat up.

He was going to puke. And Shoyo wasn’t back. He couldn’t move. Should he call for him? No. No he didn’t want to open his mouth. It was fine. He was fine.

His throat constricted and he swallowed hard, bringing his knees under him on the couch. The blanket on his lap twisted around his legs, which only made him more uncomfortable. Using one hand to support his weight, he leaned over the couch. At least he could try and minimize the damage by puking on the hardwood instead of the upholstery if Shoyo didn’t make it back in time.

His head hung limply over the side of the couch. Spit collected in his mouth and he tried to swallow it down, but that only made him gag, so he dropped his jaw and let it dribble out of his mouth. His sense of shame disappeared hours ago.

His chest jolted with a hiccup that scratched his throat and he whimpered. Was Shoyo back yet? He would be fine until he came back, right?

A painful stomach cramp answered that for him. It told him no you won’t be. And with that, he gave up.

A few airy burps passed through his open lips and his stomach gurgled. Please no more please I don’t want it. But he had no more energy to fight it.

He coughed a few times and his throat gurgled. With another cough, he wretched and a painful mixture of (mostly) bile and soup spilled from his mouth and onto the floor.

Atsumu let out a broken sob before he pitched forward and vomited up more of the disgusting mixture.

“Atsumu!” Shoyo reentered the room at that moment and Atsumu lifted his head.

“Shoyo,” he choked before he dry heaved towards the ground again. Shoyo sat beside him and brushed back his hair. The bowl appeared in front of him again.

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. I tried to hurry.” Atsumu shook his head. He forced down another heave. He was empty. Physically and mentally.

“ I don’t..I don’t feel good at all,” he cried, his voice trembling right along with the rest of his body.

“I know,” Shoyo sighed, “I know. I’m sorry.” He wrapped an arm around Atsumu’s shoulders and rested a cheek on his sweaty back.

“Are you done, ya think? For now?”

Atsumu nodded and Shoyo guided him back to lean back on the couch. He readjusted the blanket, much to Atsumu’s appreciation and handed him a water bottle.

“Here. Rinse out your mouth.” Atsumu took it hesitantly and swished the water in his mouth before spitting it in the newly cleaned bowl.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice quiet and raspy. Shoyo shook his head.

“Don’t worry, okay? Stop apologizing. You can’t help it.” Shoyo pet his head and smiled at him sadly. “I’m going to clean this up and then I’ll help you change, okay?”

Atsumu nodded and closed his eyes. He felt himself drifting off and as much as he would love to sleep, he was still too scared. He really hated waking up all of last night to himself already puking and really didn’t want to relive it. Every time he felt himself pulled into sleep, his anxiety woke him back up.

“Atsumu, here. Let me help you change,” Shoyo whispered sometime later. Atsumu opened his eyes to find the floor clean and Shoyo sitting in front of him again. In his lap was one of Atsumu’s favorite t-shirts, and a pair of athletic shorts. He nodded.

Together they got Atsumu into less sticky clothes and lying back down on the couch. The bowl was within arm’s reach, mocking him silently.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Shoyo asked. Atsumu nodded.

“Do you care what?” He shook his head. Shoyo exhaled and pulled his lips together tightly.

Shoyo put in some movie that Atsumu was sure he wouldn’t pay a lick of attention to, even if he wanted to. His stomach was still giving him fits and his head hurt and he was hot and then cold and dizzy and absolutely not fine at all.

“Ready to try some water?” Shoyo asked. He lifted up Atsumu’s feet and sat underneath them. Atsumu’s lip curled and he glared at the water bottle in Shoyo’s hand. He shook his head.

“Okay. Later then.” Shoyo put the bottle on the table. The movie played in the background, but otherwise it was silent. Atsumu tried to ignore how terrible he felt and focus on the movie, but it was increasingly difficult.

“You’re so quiet,” Shoyo sighed at one point, “s’weird,” he forced a chuckle. Atsumu’s eyes lazily slid to look at his boyfriend’s cute little profile.

“Mmm,” he responded. Shoyo’s jaw was tense and his shoulders were raised towards his ears. His lips were pursed and he was fiddling with a stray string on the blanket, twirling it between his fingers mindlessly. Atsumu wished he would relax.

Of course, he knew that wasn’t easy for Shoyo. Especially given Atsumu’s current condition. It made Atsumu feel even worse. His frustration with himself increased when his eyes started stinging again.

“Tsumu? Why are you crying?” Shoyo asked, his eyes wide and eyebrows pulled together. Atsumu furrowed his brows and pouted.

“I don’t feel good,” he whined petulantly. Shoyo’s face relaxed and he laughed.

“Well, obviously. But don’t cry. You’ll feel better soon.” He rubbed Atsumu’s shin.

“Well yeah, but ya had to come home to this and I’m sure yer tired and jet-lagged,” he muttered. Shoyo’s mouth pulled up in one corner and his eyes grew soft.

“Listen, any time with you is my favorite time, okay? Sure I’m tired, but it is what it is. Can’t do anything about you being sick other than help you get better right?”

“Well yeah, but—“

“Sit up,” Shoyo commanded. Atsumu gave him a bewildered look, but did as he was told, wiping away his sticky tears.

Shoyo stood up and Atsumu grunted in protest, but his boyfriend walked to stand by his head and shimmied his way behind Atsumu. He leaned against the armrest and opened his arms and gestured for Atsumu to lay back down.

“I don’t wanna get ya sick.” Atsumu turned his head away. Shoyo laughed. A full laugh and it made Atsumu’s heart stutter.

“Tsumu, it’s too late for that. If I’m going to get sick, I’m going to get sick. And you’ll take care of me, right?” He quirked an eyebrow at Atsumu.

“Obviously, but—“

“Then please lay down. Let’s take a nap.”

Atsumu hesitated.

“C’mon babe. I know you’ve been avoiding sleep, even though you're clearly exhausted. Your body will recover faster if you sleep.” Shoyo’s arms were still open and he wiggled his fingers, taunting Atsumu to cuddle into his favorite pillow.

“I don’t wanna throw up in my sleep again,” he trailed off before adding under his breath, “or on you for that matter.”

“Pft,” Shoyo scoffed, “as if I care about a little bit of puke. I’ve puked on myself so many times.” He said it as though it were an accomplishment and Atsumu raised his eyebrows and frowned. Shoyo cackled.

“Tsumu, please. I don’t mind okay? Look. The bowl is right within arms reach. And I’m here alright? You’re not alone anymore. If you throw up in your sleep, I’ll take care of you.”

Atsumu narrowed his eyes at the wing spiker before grumbling protests under his breath as he moved to lay down.

Shoyo’s arms wrapped around Atsumu, one resting on his lower back and the other coming up to play with the ends of his hair. He felt slightly better almost immediately. Yes, his stomach still seemed to hate him and his fever hadn’t broken and he generally felt like death warmed over, but Shoyo was there.

He sighed contentedly and Shoyo’s chest beneath his ear rumbled with laughter.

“Go to sleep, okay? I’ll be here. You’ll be okay.”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine,” he murmured before falling asleep.

#my fics #haikyuu sickfic #atsuhina #sick atsumu #caretaker hinata #vomiting #tw vomiting

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inhanf-archived · 4 years

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11. ovipositor

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Squares/Prompts used:

#kinktober2020: 11. ovipositor

Warnings: Smut adjacent

Pairing/s: Emily Prentiss x Reader x Spencer Reid

Authors Note: I've never used an ovipositor before but I did some research. I mean absolutely no judgement on anybody who used these toys or partakes in this fetish, the reactions of the characters in this story are based in humour as a coping mechanism. I don't think they would judge anyone for this either and I hope it doesn't read that way.The G'lorp is a real toy, it can be found here.

Word count: 1640 AO3

You could hear them laughing before the key even entered the door, a rare and welcome sound when your partners were returning from a case. Padding softly to the kitchen to put on the kettle you were pleased to see their smiling faces join you moments later. ‘Good result?’ You enquired, setting up three mugs. ‘Eh, entertaining, let’s say that instead.’ Emily half grimaced and embraced you from behind, burying her nose into the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent.

‘Entertaining isn’t a word I normally associate with the BAU, not unless it’s family dinner or karaoke night.’ You filled the mugs with hot water, letting Emily stay wrapped around you and turned your head to look at the unusually quiet Spencer Reid. He was grinning and adding milk and more sugar to his coffee but there was a definite blush in his complexion. It was only when Em released you to finish making her tea that you noticed the package on the breakfast bar. ‘Open it’ Spencer hadn’t even looked at you, now fixing himself a snack and Emily had busied herself with rooting for cereal.

To say you were skeptical would be an understatement but you trusted that it wasn’t a head in a box so you sat on one of the stools and prised the box open. Skepticism morphed into major confusion and you slowly turned the box three times trying to make sense of it’s contents. You could feel them both looking at you now but you took another moment to compose yourself, not wanting to laugh in their faces if this was something they’d been working up to.

‘See this is how she beats us at poker.’ Em said, grinning into her bowl of muesli. Spencer has a hesitantly optimistic smile on and was nodding sagely. You looked down at the box and up into each set of brown eyes in turn, waiting for them to give some kind of hint. Their grins had you thinking they’d done this for the lols but you could never be totally sure. Emily had a great many kinks hidden behind those big brown eyes, maybe this was one of them. You kept your poker face, allowing your lips to mimic the small grins on theirs and waited them out.

Em cracked first, snorting into a fit of laughter. ‘I’m sorry, there was this shop and you really had to be there to get the joke but we both wanted to see your face so.’ She shrugged and gestured to the box which you now reached into. Gripping it round the middle you placed the only flat side of it down onto the counter. It’s main shaft was bright pink, the flat base a dark blue and the little tentacles were purple. Emily was surprising a fresh fit of laughter and even Spencer was chuckling into his coffee. Your own grin was demolishing any remnant of your poker face and you crossed your arms and cocked your head to the side, taking in the strange silicone object.

It was massive, easily twelve inches long and as thick around as your wrist. It had a hole in the base and the top tapered to another wide slit. You had a million ideas about what they wanted to do with this thing but for all your open mindedness you had no clue how it was going to be pleasurable. ‘Penny for your thoughts?’ Em asked tentatively. ‘Oh Penelope would have many thoughts on this, she’d probably keep fluffy pens in it in the batcave.’ The three of you dissolved into giggles at that visual. Clutching her side Em leaned against the opposite counter top and waited for your eyes to meet hers. ‘Really, what do you think?’. You sighed and wiped away the tears from your cheeks. ‘Honestly?’ ‘Honestly.’ They replied in unison. ‘It looks like you searched Doctor Who on PornHub.’ You answered honestly and with a miraculously small number of chuckles. Spencer spat his last mouthful of coffee back into the mug and bent over the breakfast bar counter, his head in his hands and shaking with laughter. Em cocked her head and gave the thing another look nodding her agreement with you.

Tearing your eyes from it you looked back into the box and extracted what looked to be a reusable egg carton and a booklet which you opened with hesitant curiosity.

‘G'lorp: Bringing sex to a (w)hole new dimension.’

You scanned the booklet for a word, a phrase, anything you could find that might give you a clue about what G’lorp actually did. It was on the last page that you found images of other equally brightly coloured and unusually shaped silicone creations and the word ovipositor. It suddenly dawned on you and you picked up the egg box and flicked back to a FAQ page you’d dismissed earlier. Recipes for gelatine mould.

Your partners were both around the kitchen island now, Spencer looking at you with a grin and biting his bottom lip, Emily sat on the countertop, legs folded, her huge brown eyes watching you over her mug of tea. ‘I have a few questions.’ You state with more calmness than you truly possessed. They nodded in unison again. You opened your mouth to speak and closed it again, unsure of how you were going to ask them without you all dissolving into giggles again. Deciding to pick the G’lorp up, it was far less scary now it had a name, you looked at it instead of your waiting partners, tracing the different textures in the silicone with your fingers.

‘Who did, no what did, what did you want to do with it? Well who also I guess.’ They smiled but the giggles seemed to have faded for now. ‘At first we just wanted to see your reaction, it’s not something either of us ever knew about.’ Em spoke up, glancing to Spencer to make sure she was on the right track. He nodded and reached across to the box and took out a small ziplock baggie with several yellow balls in it the size of large chicken eggs. ‘We were laughing about it in the hotel room and decided to test it out.’ ‘To see if it’s named after the sound it makes. It kinda surprised us both how nice a feeling it was to squeeze them through it.’ Em finished and took a long drink of tea.

You were all looking at the ball eggs now and putting G’lorp back into the box you reached out to Spencer to see what they felt like. He extracted one and placed it in your outstretched palm. ‘It’s a little lubey, that’s how you get them into it.’ Reaching into the bag he pulled out what looked like a large golf tee and placed another ball egg on top of it. You’d taken G’lorp from the box again, and held it in one hand with the slippery egg rolling in your other. Taking the dildo from you Spence lined up the hole in the bottom with the tee’d up egg and with a small schloop noise it went in. He handed G’lorp back to you and you gave him back the egg, wanting to grip the massive toy with both hands now it had lube all over it.

You could feel the ball inside and with a little pressure you could move it back and forth inside the shaft. Grasping the toy below the ball you pushed it towards the tapered end and it flew out and across the kitchen to land in Emily’s empty cereal bowl. ‘There’s a messed up sport in there somewhere’ Emily said with a wry grin as she washed the milk off the slippery egg and handed it back to Spencer. ‘Ten points to Gryffindor’ you and your boyfriend echoed and the prior calm was lost again to laughter and theoretical discussions about hippogriff reproduction and the likelihood that G’lorp was a distant relative of the flobberworm.

The G’lorp and its egg ball children stayed in your closet for a while after that night. None of you had any great interest in trying it out but there wasn’t enough disinterest to throw it away either. You were seriously considering gifting it to Penelope for her pen collection after unearthing it while cleaning one Saturday when Spencer came into your room and stretched himself across your bed, taking it out to examine. ‘I think you’d like it Y/N’. You pulled your head out of a garment bag full of lingerie and looked up at him from the floor. Giving the silicone toy an affectionate look you made a spur of the moment decision. ‘Okay’ Spencer rolled onto his stomach in surprise. ‘Okay?’ You nodded and repeated yourself. ‘Guess I’ll go make some fresh eggs then’ Spence took the box and left your room. You could hear him quietly saying ok to himself all the way down to the kitchen.

The three of you stood at the foot of Emily’s bed. You’d laid out an old duvet, anything involving this much lube required protective coverings. Emily had been as surprised as Spencer to hear you’d given them the go ahead and now that you were all here, fresh eggs made and G’lorp freshly cleaned for the event none of you really knew what to do. You weren’t as giggly as you had been the night they brought it home, but you could only insist so many times that you had no desire to role play getting eaten out by Davy Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean before you collapsed onto the bed laughing and thrust the toy at them. ‘Let’s just get on with this yeah?’ You rolled your eyes and laid back as they joined you.

#kinktober2020 #criminal minds #emily prentiss x reader x spencer reid #ovipositor #smut #gill writes

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jojo-daydreams · 5 years

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Hello! Welcome to taking over the world with fan fictions! Here's my request. If you are willing to do the whole group I would like to request the Stardust Crusaders hanging out with their S/O and their just relaxing and chatting until their S/O jokingly says lets take over the world. Would they join in on this chat, make a full blown plot, or just be judging their S/O? Lol. I can't wait to see what you can manage with this. If you can't do the whole lot of them choose who you want to do!

this is my first request :oooo

I hope you like it! I changed up the prompt setting a bit for a few of them just to change things up, I hope you don’t mind! ^^

Jotaro Kujo-

You and Jotaro had just been relaxing in his room.

A long week of finals was finally behind the both of you, and at his request you’d come over to “celebrate” (read: lay on his bed and very nearly fall asleep while casually snacking and chatting)

The two of you had been talking about nothing in particular, the weather, sports, a stupid commercial you saw the other day.

It was just a simple casual hangout, but it was something you realized you desperately needed after the week you’d had, and you could tell the laid-back atmosphere was good for Jotaro too, although your stoic boyfriend rarely showed how stressed he was, you knew he felt just as tired as you did.

You look up at him, his eyes are closed and his signature hat is missing from his head

“You know, when I’m with you I always feel so happy and content, like I can handle anything.”

He snorts at your sudden confession but doesn’t open his eyes

You’re grinning now, “You know what Jotaro, we should take over the world! We could probably do it too, you and me. I’ll be the brains and the beauty and you can be the muscle.”

His eyes snap open at Take Over The World

“No.”

You pout. “Whaaat? How can you shut me down so fast like that.”

“Taking over the world is a serious thing. It’s a no.”

His tone implies the conversation is over.

You sigh, puffing out your cheeks a bit.

It had just been a joke but wow what a crushing reply that had been.

You played with the edge of your shirt as you sulked.

It was quiet for a few minutes after your failed proposal before Jotaro spoke up again.

“And anyway, I’d have to be the brains and the muscle and I’m not doing two jobs.”

“…..HEY WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!”

Joseph Joestar-

Currently you were sitting next to your husband, Joseph Joestar, on an airplane as you accompanied him on a business trip.

Something something property something or other. To be honest you hadn’t been paying attention.

Joseph was a busy man, so when he asked you if you wanted to go with him this time, you’d jumped at the chance without a second thought.

You two were both watching “The Black Cauldron”, a childhood favorite you’d insisted upon when you saw it on the screen.

As a child, the villain, The Horned King, had scared you so terribly you remember sleeping with your parents for two night in a row after.

Now his monologue and evil lair seemed a bit cheesy- you felt like you could probably do it better. In fact….

You turn to Joseph, yanking out one of his earbuds.

“We could do this way better than this Horned King guy, you know?”

“Huh? Do what better than him?”

“Take over the world, raze the opposition in hellfire, make loyal followers of the rest.”

Your tone was so very casual.

Joseph scratched his chin for a minute, pretending to think.

��We’d probably need some extra help. Maybe I could get my grandson on the case as well.” He mused.

You laugh as he plays along, turning to face him fully as much as the airplane seat would allow.

“Jotaro would certainly be a worthy investment in the cause, we could do it on our own but he’d surely increase our efficiency by at least …. 75%!”

“What would our first decree be when we finally finished taking over everything, then?”

This gives you pause.

Wow you never thought you’d get this far. Ruling the world. What should the first thing you do be?

“Um. I’m not sure. I’d probably… take a day off?”

Joseph grins, leaning back a bit.

“Just one huh? What a hard working ruler you would be.”

“Well fine, then what would you do?”

He pretends to think very hard about this again, his mischievous grin never leaving.

“I would make my birthday a world-wide holiday, and then make yours a slightly lesser world-wide holiday, like only half a day off, so that everyone would much more excited for mine.”

You gasp, “That’s so mean Joseph! Maybe you’re not going to be a part of my plans now!”

“Ahh, the world’s new overlords first lover-spat!”

Mohammed Avdol-

“I’m going to take over the world, you can join me, or you can stand aside.”

Harsh terms, but that’s what someone who was going to take over the whole world had to be like sometimes.

Avdol frowns.

He wasn’t exactly sure where this was coming from.

The two of you had been sitting at your kitchen table, eating a peaceful breakfast together and talking about nothing in particular.

Then you’d said something to the affect of “Cereal ALWAYS goes in the bowl before the milk, always.” Which had turned into a small muttering rant and had somehow led to world domination.

“I’m not sure that is a good idea.” he replies, measured.

You finish another mouthful of cereal, swallowing as fast as you can to reply.

“I cannot let people exist out there who are making cereal wrong.”

You shake your spoon for emphasis.

You’re mostly joking but it does bother you a bit when people do that. Its unnatural.

Avdol watches you as you go back to eating, eyes unreadable, and waits for you to finish eating before weighing in once again.

“What if instead of world domination we travelled the world and taught people to pour milk at the appropriate time.”

You hide your smile behind your hand as best you can.

You’re joking about the whole thing of course, but even in this fictitious scenario your ever serious boyfriend is trying to come up with a practical and reasonable solution. Sometimes he was just truly too kind for his own good.

“Well. I suppose I can try that way first, but if I go on this milk peace mission you have to promise to help me when it fails.”

Avdol gives you a gentle smile, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“If. If it fails. And of course, if it came to that I would take on the world at your side.”

Noriaki Kakyoin-

Readjusting you grip on his hand, you pulled your boyfriend to a stop beside you, forcing him to turn and look at the setting sun with you.

The two of you had spent a lovely evening at the beach, laying around and playing in the waves a bit, but now it was time for your favorite part of beach trips.

The sunset part.

Kakyoin allows himself to be pulled along without any resistance, letting go of your hand only so he could stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as you both took in the scenery together.

Deciding it was time to break this tranquil silence, you spoke up, perfectly serious.

“This sunset is so pretty, I think I’m going to take over the whole world and keep them all for myself.”

Kakyoin tenses for a moment behind you, arms holding you a bit tighter.

“Take over the world? Where is this coming from?”

You shrug as much as you can in his embrace.

“I just love the sunset, it would be cool to own it.”

“Own…it…” He trails off, unsure how to respond to such a strange idea.

“Well, I suppose if it makes you happy then do what you must.”

“Thank you for the permission.” You reply with a smile, turning around in his arms to face him.

“You know, since I’m quite fond of you I think I’ll let you have all the sunrises.”

Your loving “gift” causes a small smile to blossom on his face, and he turns his head to hide his blush.

“Thank you, but… that was so sappy!”

“Well, I have to treat my trophy husband nicely now don’t I?”

Jean Pierre Polnareff-

You sat across from your boyfriend Polnareff, mindlessly stirring your coffee as you listened to him talk about the cop drama he’d spent all night watching.

You weren’t particularly interested in the show, but you found it adorable how animated he had become as he talked about the characters and the drama, so while you wouldn’t say you were tuning him out, you were certainly more focused on his actions than his words.

“And then he was like BAM BAM and the criminals were forced to face the hand of the law and- hey, are you listening?”

Uh oh.

“Huh? Oh yeah, of course. Bam, justice.”

Polnareff doesn’t seem totally convinced, but he shrugs it off, unbothered.

“Sorry, I know you don’t really care about the show haha, I just get so into it!”

You smile- ‘Oh I know you do’

“Anyways, tell me what you’ve been up to? What’re you thinking about?” Polnareff prompts, leaning forward towards you a bit.

“Me? I was… Thinking about…um. Taking over the world.”

He leans back again, confusion plain on his face, but before you can clarify that it was a joke or, hopefully, change the subject to look at bit less silly, he’s on the move again, throwing himself into the chain next to you instead of across from you and grabbing both your hands in his.

“Baby, you don’t have to worry about that- if you want the world just tell me and I’ll get it for you!”

You blush, unsure of how he can declare something so absolutely cheesy with such sincerity.

“Oh well, um, thank you Polnareff.”

He’s still smiling at you charmingly as gives your hands a reassuring squeeze.

“Anything for you baby! And while I’m at it, I can ask the writers how the main detective is going to beat his rival this season.”

You roll your eyes at that, but lean against his shoulder anyway, offering your silent support of his antics.

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LITTLE DO YOU KNOW PT. 5

"𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨." ━ 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐧, 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

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word count: 5,562 [ wow i write too much lmao ]

authors note: ok i’m so so sorry this took so long to get out, but it’s finally here! this series was such a bad idea bc writing it is lowkey making me fall in love with tyler lmao. i’m so sorry (again) that this is so late [i think like 2 weeks? a week? idk but still] and i swear i’ll update regularly now lol. i hit some writers block writing this, so i hope it doesn’t suck too much. i hope you all enjoy and as always, i love hearing from you guys– your theories of how the series as a whole will end, your likes/dislikes, anything! tysm for taking the time out of your day to read, ily and i hope your thanksgiving table is full of your favorite foods and surrounded by your favorite people!!

You weren't sure what exactly woke you up first– the slight throbbing of your head or whatever the hell was touching your face. It couldn't have been 10 AM yet, Kennedy knew the rule you guys had when it came to the morning after a big party, so there was no way she was trying to wake you up now. You groaned and rolled over, tugging your blanket with you and forcing yourself to fall back asleep. Suddenly, a huff of air followed by something wet, pressed against your ear. "Kennedy cut it off" you mumbled, waving your hand in that general direction...only to touch something soft and furry. You opened an eye and looked over to see Cash sitting next to you wiggling his but against the blanket as if he was waiting for you to greet him. "Hi boy," you yawned, rolling over onto your back and patting your stomach. He immediately put two paws onto your chest and started to lick your face. "Okay, hi, I can't breathe,"

You laid there, trying your best to focus on your surroundings as you rubbed the top of Cash's head, which was now rested on your chest. In the first few moments, you were wondering why the hell one of Tyler's dogs was in your dorm room. When your eyes took in the fancy, less dorm-esque furniture around you, you realized that you were at Tyler's. Okay, so maybe Tyler was being a good friend and teammate and Big Rig called him for a ride. Everyone must have been so obnoxiously drunk that Tyler decided that instead of walking the three of you to the dorm, he'd just have you crash at his place.

That thought seemed extremely logical until you remembered that sometime before everything started to blur, Big Rig and Kennedy had left the party. Okay, so maybe it was just you that stayed here, which made perfect sense. The boys were set to leave this morning to fly to Winnipeg for the beginning of their road series and you always took care of the dogs, so maybe Tyler just brought you here early. Tapping Cash on the nose, he stood up and jumped off of the bed you were lying in. You took a deep breath and yawned before throwing off your blankets and sitting up. He greeted you on the other side of the bed before walking into the bathroom.

Wait...Tyler's guest room didn't have an attached bathroom.

Slowly, you looked around the room again to notice that there were little things left out, throughout the room. Receipts, clothes hamper, suits still in their dry cleaning plastic. Holy shit. "Oh no," You stood up quickly, almost making yourself dizzy as it settled into your brain– you were in Tyler's room. "No, no, no no, I didn't," you rushed into the bathroom after Cash and came to a stop in front of the mirror. You were wearing a Dallas Stars dri-fit that sported Tyler's 91 on both sleeves and when you turned slightly, you could even see his last name labeled across the back. "Please tell me that I didn't."

You closed your eyes and grabbed onto the bottom of the shirt, lifting it slightly before peeking through one of your eyes to see that you still had on your black spandex from the night before. "Oh thank God," you sighed, leaning forward and resting your hands onto the marble bathroom counter. You looked back up at your reflection to see that your face was...surprisingly clean. You must have remembered to take your make-up off the night before. You could hear beeping coming in from the bedroom and you walked back to the bed to see your phone screen lit up with messages.

Picking up your phone, you unlock it and click on Kennedy's message to see a mix of some from the last night and just now.

"HE DID WHAT?! OH, WE'RE SO SPIKING HIS CHIPOTLE BOWL THE NXT TIME WE SEE HIM."

"OH SHIT GET IT GURLLLLL"

"okay damn. 12 pm and you haven't texted me back or open any of my snaps. did the dick appointment with tyler kill you?"

"dick too bomb?"

"okay but seriously are you alive rn or should i send 911?"

Your eyes widened with every message you read. It wasn't possible, you were still dressed...granted, in Tyler's shirt and your bandeau was gone...oh no. You scrolled up to the last message you had sent her to see that it was a picture of Tyler's back as he was walking towards his closet, taken from an angle that would only be possible if you were sitting on the edge of his bed. It wouldn't be that bad if you hadn't sent a text along with it that said– "dick me down daddyyyyyy 🥰🤪🤤

You felt a chill travel down your spine as your sent Kennedy and thumbs up and a 'we'll talk later' message before locking your phone again. Okay, so maybe it was possible, that you and Tyler did have sex last night. But, and you felt extremely bad for thinking this, but...wouldn't you at least remember it? You almost considered asking him that very same question but decided that maybe a more, subtle and less offensive approach would be best. You sighed, rubbing your eyes as you walked out of the bedroom, already planning the awkward conversation you'd have with Tyler. But at least you wouldn't have to have it until he came back from his road trip.

As you walked down the stairs, the closest you got to the bottom of the steps you could hear some music coming from the kitchen. You slowed down, wary of who else could be in the house as you quietly walked through the living room and peeked around the wall to see Tyler. You ducked back behind the wall, shaking your head to yourself before checking your phone again. It was almost 12:30 and instead of being on a plane...Tyler was dancing in front of a stove, shirtless.

You peeked back around the corner as the song señorita played from the small Bluetooth speaker on the counter. He was completely oblivious to your presence, which only allowed you to admire his bareback. Pale as he may be, you couldn't help but almost drool at the definition in his back muscles as he worked whatever he was cooking on the stove. Your eyes traveled down to the band of his sweatpants and you titled your head to the side. He was right, he had some serious buns of steel.

"Okay no, get a grip Y/N. Stop being a creep," you mumble to yourself, taking a deep breath before stepping out from around the corner. You walked over to a stool at the counter and sat on it, resting your elbows on to the counter as Tyler was still oblivious to your presence. "Nice moves Seguin."

He whipped around so fast that he almost slipped on the kitchen floor. His eyes widened until he saw it was you and then he relaxed, though he was still holding up his spatula as if he was going to use it as a weapon. "Holy shit," he exhaled, pointing the spatula at you. "Warn a guy next time, eh? You're just in time by the way."

He grabbed a plate from his left and turned back around. "For what? You to hit me to death with," you gasped, bringing a hand over your heart, "a kitchen utensil?"

"Ha Ha," he said sarcastically as he turned back around and placed the plate down in front of you. "Your toast might be a bit cold considering you slept like a dead person, but the omelette is warm, so bon apétite."

You picked up the fork he placed down next to the plate and looked at the food as he went back to the stove. Not only could you get used to the view, but you could also get used to Tyler cooking meals for you. He turned off the stove and turned back, placing his plate on the counter and staying across from you. "Sorry, I don't know what you eat, so I just made what your brother normally eats. I'm assuming you have similar tastes."

"That we do," you smiled, picking up a piece of toast and nodding at him. "Thanks, this is great."

"Cool, enjoy," he just nodded and went back to focusing on his breakfast.

An awkward silence settled between the two of you, the only sounds being your forks clanking against your plates or the dogs' paws moving across the floor. He didn't bother to look back up at you since you thanked him for the breakfast and you couldn't help but wonder why he's not the least bit bothered that you woke up in his bed. You grew up with two manly, hocking playing brothers, so based on experience, you knew that the odds of him hiding his panic was probably slim. Unless that was the reason why he wasn't even bothered to start a conversation with you? What if you did have sex with him last night and him making breakfast for you was his way as trying to brush it off? Cause that's a thing, right? Hookups get breakfast the next morning? God, you felt so out of tune with hook-up culture these days since you'd been chained down in a shitty, toxic relationship for the last few years.

You cleared your throat, pushing around a cut off part of your omelette. "So um..."

He looked up at you, holding his fork in front of his mouth. "Yeah?" He brought the fork into his mouth, chewing the bite of his omelette he had cut off.

"Didwehavesexlastnight?"

His eyes went wide as he coughed, nearly choking on his food. He hit his chest a few times before turning away from you and taking a long sip of water and looking back at you, still panicked. "I'm sorry, what?"

You took a deep breath, letting the fork rest on your plate. "Did we have sex...last night?"

He downed some more water, shaking his head. "No, we didn't." Before you could get your follow up question to leave your lips, he cut you off. "I slept in the theatre."

"Oh," was all you could say as you looked down at your plate, turning as red as one of the tomatoes in a bowl on his counter. "Well uh, this is awkward."

And disappointing, but you knew you probably shouldn't say that.

He slid your glass of water closer to you, nodding down at it. "Do you even remember anything from last night?"

"I remember the party and doucheface Cole cheating on me," you crossed your arms on the counter and shrugged your shoulders. "But the last thing I remember is getting into your car and everything after is a blur."

"I kind of figured it would be, you were off in la-la land the entire car ride, and then when we got here," he pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows. "The drinks hit you like a truck."

You groaned and rested your head onto the counter, enjoying the cool marble against your forehead. "I don't even want to know what I did."

"Well, you tripped in the garage, broke your jack daniels' pants and then told me that my dogs love you more than me, which is probably true," he laughed, taking your plate away from you and walking to the sink. "And then you tried to do God knows what and run into my living room and when I threatened to carry you upstairs, you ogled my body and said 'yes please'"

You shot your head up and grabbed the paper towels off of the rack near you, raising them. "No I didn't....ogle your body."

He shrugged his shoulders, "alright, whatever you say, drunky. Anyway, we went upstairs, I grabbed you some clothes...well, a shirt and then you uh," You could see a red tint start to form on his cheeks.

"Okay, okay you can stop," you waved your hands in front of him, shaking your head. "I don't need to know any more. But I will ask one question, why aren't you on a plane to Winnipeg?"

"Game got rescheduled. The weather up there is pretty shitty, so we don't leave for Calgary until Tuesday." He put the dishes into the dishwasher before coming back onto the counter and resting his elbows down. "So, are you going to tell me what happened last night?"

"What do you mean? You just told me?"

"No, I told you what happened last night when I got to you. I have no idea what happened before you called me."

You took a deep breath and shrugged your shoulders, clasping your hands together and smiling at him. "I mean, what else is there to say besides the fact that my boyfriend...ex-boyfriend, of two years has been cheating on me for three months?"

Tyler went to reply, but you cut him off. "Not to mention, that dress I wore to your Halloween party? The one Cole spilled a drink on and then blew up on me for ruining it? Yeah, it turns out that it was her dress," You scoffed, feeling the urge to cry become stronger. "No wonder he was so worried about it. But don't worry, she said her dad's dry-cleaner was able to get the stain out."

"Y/N..."

"You know what the worst part about all of that is?" You looked at him, eyes brimmed with tears. "She's so nice that I can't even hate her. Cole's a manipulator and I think I feel more upset at the fact that she was fooled, rather than him cheating on me. Does that mean something's wrong with me? The fact that I can't bring myself to dislike the 'other woman'? I mean, aren't I supposed to hate her?"

Tyler just stared at you, his mouth opened slightly as he looked away. You couldn't help but laugh because he just looked absolutely clueless about what he was supposed to do. "No, don't worry about it," you sniffled and wiped your cheeks of the slight evidence of tears and smiled at him. "You may have two sisters, but just like Jamie and Jordie, you're a tad bit clueless on what to say in this situation."

"I mean, yeah I don't know what to say because I'm not sad that you dumped him. Am I pissed that he cheated on you? Hell yeah, because I've told you once and I'll tell you again...you deserve so much better than that." He stood up and walked out of the kitchen, coming to a stop at the stool beside you. "I'm just sorry that he hurt you like that and I hope that I never see his bench-warming ass again or–"

"You'll put him in an ER bed, yeah yeah I've heard it before." You sighed, looking up from the counter and at Tyler, giving him an appreciative smile. "Just don't let him touch your pretty face."

"You think my face is–"

"I mean that is how you get all of your endorsements."

He rolled his eyes and shoved you as he walked into the living room. "I'll have you know, I get my endorsements from my killer body, more than my face."

I believe that, you thought, only to clear your throat and step out of the stool.

"So what are your plans for the day? I can give you a ride back to campus now if you'd like."

You sighed, leaning against the back of the couch belonging to the cushion Tyler was sitting on. "Well, I was planning on slaving away in the library all day, just to go over notes and stuff, but now...." You chewed the inside of your cheek slightly, avoiding Tyler's gaze. "Now I just kind of want to lower the risk of ever running into them on campus, but I also know that I can't just hide away in my dorm room forever."

Moments of silence passed between the two of you before Tyler stood up and walked out of the living room. When he came back, he had a shirt tossed over a shoulder, he changed into gym shorts and was smiling. "Grab the dogs for me?"

"What?" He walked out of the room again as he put on his shirt. "Why?"

"Because...just because."

You walked towards the front door where the dogs' leashes were kept. "Can you at least clue me in?"

He came around the corner from the kitchen with all three dogs following behind him and a big smile on his face. "We're going for a run."

"A RUN?!" The question came out a lot louder than you intended it to, followed by a confused look. "I can't go for a run."

"Exercising helps a hangover, Y/N. Trust me, you'll be fine."

"No, it's not that. It's just I..." you crossed your arms and sighed. "I don't have a sports bra and I doubt my bandeau would do any good if I could even find it."

Tyler instinctively looked at the shirt before clearing his throat and looking away. "Oh yeah, about that," he disappeared down the hall again, coming back with your bandeau in hand. "You kind of threw it on the floor last night before uh–" he coughed, nodding his head. "Never mind. But, I washed it with a laundry load this morning, so it's clean." He handed it to you and once again, you felt embarrassed. "So, no run, maybe just a walk instead?"

You nodded, holding onto the bandeau tightly. "Yeah, a walk sounds great. Just let me put this on and we can go."

He nodded and grabbed all three leashes from you before turning towards the dogs. You walked into the bathroom downstairs and shut the door behind you. Looking down at your former missing bandeau and remembering about what Tyler said, you couldn't help but think.

Why the hell did you throw your bandeau onto the ground and what was he going to say before changing the subject?

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Tyler was right, exercising did help you feel better. Sure, it wasn't the exercise he originally planned– but both the nice, strangely cool air, and being with Tyler and the dogs...helped a lot. You walked around the neighborhood a few times, even stopping at the small dog park and letting the dogs run around for a while. It was here while taking a quick break, Tyler suggested that you could hang out with him and the dogs for a little while longer, just to make sure that yours odds of running into either Cole or Paisley were extremely slim. You definitely weren't opposed to the idea and had to make sure that you gave a convincing performance of you contemplating whether or not it was a good idea. Though in reality, you wanted to say yes the moment the idea was spoken into existence.

When you guys got back to his house, the cool air had disappeared and Tyler suggested that you guys go hang out by the pool. You reluctantly, and after plenty of reassurance that it was washed, wore a bathing suit from Tyler's 'Lost and Found' and swam with the dogs while Tyler made you guys his 'special drink.' It took all of the power in you to refrain from laughing when he brought out a pack of white claws– though you did call him a basic white girl, to which he didn't even bother to argue. Any sense of awkwardness that once existed from earlier in the day, was completely gone by the time Tyler cannonballed into the pool. Whenever you guys were in the water, you were either playing keep-away with the dogs' toys or busy splashing or dunking the other under the water. You were the first one to initiate getting out of the pool and moving over to his jacuzzi, but it only took a few seconds for Tyler to follow you over– after he put the dogs away in the wet room so they weren't running wild before they could be hosed down.

The two of you sat in there and talked for what felt like hours, about anything and everything. He seemed really interested in your schoolwork, asking you about the courses you'd taken the last four years, what got you into the career choice. The conversation went from school to Toronto, your shared dream travel destinations, your childhoods, and as cheesy as it sounds, your fears and dreams. It was all so...personal, like two friends just passing the time, and you loved it. You weren't sure how long the two of you had been out there talking, but when you did notice that time had passed, the sun was starting to set and you were starving. Tyler ordered pizza for dinner and helped you hose off the dogs. He struggled to get Cash to cooperate until you distracted him by scratching his ears. At that point, Tyler probably sprayed you more with the hose than Cash, but you got your revenge when it came time to hose down Gerry. The young dog wanted to do anything BUT get hosed down, which resulted in Tyler having to chase him down, carry him out of the pool and hold him still, which is how you got your revenge.

After the dogs were hosed off, Tyler put them away into their designated room until they dried off. He offered for you to take the first shower, and before you could protest, saying that you had no clothes, Tyler replied 'I've got it covered.' You finished up your shower to see that he had laid out some sweatpants and another Stars 'Seguin' t-shirt out on his bed with a note that said 'don't worry, the sweats aren't from the L&F– they're Cassidy's.'

Any worry you had about you taking too long to shower was swept away during the time that you waited downstairs for Tyler to get done. In the time that he was upstairs, the pizza was delivered, the dogs were dried and fed, and you had gone through his DVR list and found a pleasant surprise– he had at least five Hallmark Christmas movies recorded. When he came downstairs, he was a little scared of the knowing smile on your face and when you asked why he had Hallmark Christmas movies recorded, he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck saying that he was thinking about giving them a try...since you gave them such a glowing recommendation. You guys hung out on the couch, sharing a blanket and just eating your pizza and watching Hallmark Christmas movies, most of which you've already seen.

After you finished the second movie, it was almost 9:30 and you definitely needed to get back home to your dorm. You told Tyler you could just order an uber back, not wanting to bother him anymore– but he insisted that he take you back to the dorm– and that offer sent the butterflies throughout your body. You never wanted the car ride to end, but with Tyler living as close as he did, you knew that eventually, it had to. This entire day was just, perfect. It was everything that you needed for what felt like a long time, and you couldn't help but be amazed that it happened with Tyler.

"I already told you, you really don't have to walk me to my dorm," you sighed, crossing your arms as you held onto your lanyard.

Tyler tugged on his hood, making sure it wouldn't fall off. "And I'm telling you, again, to suck it up because I'm doing it."

You laughed and rolled your eyes as you walked down the hallway and to your door. "You need to work on your arguments, they suck."

He just gave you a sarcastic smile as you opened the door and walked inside. "SHUT THE DOOR!"

Your eyes went wide as you saw Big Rig almost fall off of the bed while trying to grab the blanket. "OH MY GOD."

"Sorry, dude!" Tyler said, grabbing your elbow and pulling you back into the hallway, closing the door behind you. "So...that just happened."

"Oh my God," you said, bringing your hands to your temples. "Were they just?"

"Going at it? In the middle of coitus? Participating in sexual relations? Having sexua–"

You covered his mouth, giving him a glare. "You can stop now, I know what they were doing."

His laughter vibrated your hand and you pulled it away as he nodded at the door. "I guess we should give them some time to clean up?"

You knocked on the door, standing close to it. "Text me when the two of you are decent, please." Turning back to Tyler you smiled, "Walk you to your car?"

"I'd be honored."

As you made the walk out of the building and to the parking lot, you took notice of how the silence between you was comfortable and nothing like the awkward silence from this morning. Tyler had his hands buried in his sweatshirt pockets, whistling to señorita and walking at your pace.

"This seems a little opposite of how it was supposed to go, doesn't it?" He laughed, looking at you.

"Well, consider me your bodyguard so you don't get ambushed by fans, yeah?"

He took the time to check you out, his stare making your stomach feel all warm inside. "Nah, you're too scrawny to protect me," he reached out and grabbed your bicep. "Your arms have no muscle."

"Uh, rude!" You scoffed, slapping his hand away as he laughed. "I'm sorry not all of us can freely eat a million carbs and still look like you."

"I'll take that as you appreciate my good physique." He laughed, letting the silence settle back in as you reached his car.

You could hear his keys rattling in his sweatshirt pocket as the two of you stood by the drivers' door. You brought your hands into the long sleeve shirt before crossing your arms and rocking back on your heels. "Thanks for last night, you really didn't have to do that."

"Will you stop apologizing, Y/N?" He said, shaking his head. "I'd help you no matter what the situation."

"Cause I'm Jamie's sister?"

The question came out before you could even speak and the tone hid a bit of harshness in it. You didn't know what you meant by the question. Whether you wanted it to be a neutral one or one where for a split second, you despised the fact that he was your brother's best friend, and that that small fact could be in the way of any potential relationship between the two of you.

Tyler shook his head. "No. Because you're important to me."

The fact that his answer, at least to you, seemed to be leaning in the exact direction that you wanted it to, made you happy. You sighed, leaning against his car. "Thank you for today, too, Tyler. I needed that, like...really needed it."

"I had a lot of fun and the dogs love you," he smiled kicking his shoe out towards you and nudging against your leg. "You'll have to go for walks with us more often, I swear they behave better when you're around."

"I can do that. So you really had fun today? Even with the Christmas movies?"

His smile overtook his face as he looked down, rolling his head back before looking at you again. "I guess they're not that bad."

"Oh come on, you loved ‘Christmas Under Wraps!’"

"I still stand by what I said. It was very obvious from the beginning that Garland was the North Pole and that his dad was Santa!"

You laughed and rolled your eyes as your phone vibrated in your pocket. You took it out to see a text from Kennedy saying that she and Big Rig were dressed. You sighed, putting the phone away and looking back at Tyler. "Kennedy says they're decent now, thank God. I don't think I'll ever be able to get that image of his bare ass out of my head."

Tyler just laughed before standing up. "I'll walk you back to your dorm and–"

You reached out and touched his chest, stopping him from walking any further. "Nope, you've got to get home to our puppers and give them the attention that they apparently so desperately need."

He looked at you with a look that you've only seen whenever he was flirting with someone in a bar– it was his flirty look, followed by his famous smirk. "Our puppers?"

"I take care of them when you're gone, so yes. Our puppers, now go!" You pushed him back slightly as he unlocked his car and opened the door. You turned around and walked up onto the curb, starting to walk back to your dorm.

"Y/N, wait!"

You stopped and turned around to see that he was jogging the short distance to you. He looked nervous and you just reached out with your foot and nudged his leg. "Feel free to speak before the sun rises, Seguin."

He took a deep breath as he chewed on the inside of his cheek as if he was going back and forth with himself in his thoughts. Instinctively, you reached out and touched his arm, scared that something might be wrong. "Tyler, what's wrong?"

He looked down at your hand and when you started to let it fall, he held onto it, intertwining his fingers with yours. "I mean it," he said, letting out a hard breath. "when I said that you're important to me...I meant it."

His face gave off the impression that there was more that he needed to say, but wasn't sure on how to say it– but you couldn't hear anything even if he was able to say it. Your heart was beating against your chest so hard that you're sure Tyler could hear it. When he said it the first time, you weren't all that sure of what he meant– you only hoped that it meant what you thought it could. But this time, the way he said it...you knew, and that was enough to send your nerves into a spiral. Before your mind could even begin to come up with a response, Tyler leaned in and pressed his lips softly against yours.

In what felt like minutes, but was really only a few milliseconds– you took in the way of how soft his lips felt. Forcing yourself to memorize how his beard scratched your own skin and the smell of his cologne. In case this was all a fluke and it never happened again, you needed to be able to save those tiny details in the back of your mind. When his hands came up to cup your face, that's when it settled in– this was real.

Tyler was kissing you, this wasn't a dream.

You grabbed onto his sweatshirt, closing the distance between your bodies and trying to pull him closer than was physically possible. You've wanted this for what felt like, and could possibly be, years. And now it was happening and you never wanted it to end. The moment you made the move to take the kiss from PG to at least some good PG-13 action, Tyler pulled away.

You didn't want to open your eyes, scared that if you did, Tyler would probably be looking at you with some sort of regrettable expression– and seeing that would probably break you. Because even though he made the first move, you were unsure of whether or not it was something he wanted to do. You opened your eyes anyway to see Tyler standing there with wide eyes, but a small smile– as if he was surprised himself that he had kissed you. He reached down and held onto your hand again, squeezing it. "I had a lot of fun."

Just as soon as he had squeezed your hand, he let it go, turned back and jogged to his car. He wasted no time getting inside and turning it on and before you could even wave goodbye, he was already making his way out of the parking lot.

You stood there for a few seconds, watching him disappear from view and still in shock from what just happened. He had actually made a move. Weeks of back and forth and he had finally done what Kennedy and Big Rig said he probably wanted to do. It wasn't an extravagant kiss in any way. It was a simple, yet perfect kiss that set your body on fire.

You laughed to yourself, running your tongue along your teeth before shaking your head and walking back to your dorm. There were a lot of things that you knew about Tyler. Some you'd learned years ago, some you learned through the press, and some that you had just learned today. Of all of the things that you knew, your favorite had to have been the one you found out just moments ago.

That with a kiss so frustratingly innocent and perfect, one that still left a lingering feeling of his lips against your own– he managed to set fire to your entire body...and left you wanting so much more.

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Forty-Three: Ice Cream] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

“Hyūga.”

Gaze caught in a shop window, Hinata nearly doubles over as a voice suddenly sounds behind her, heart rate climbing in surprise. A rather ungraceful turn reveals it to be none other than Sasuke! “S...Sasuke-kun…?”

The Uchiha has - since the end of the war - become a slightly unintended friend. With how many bridges he burned (and admittedly many of them with reason), he wasn’t left with many people to socialize with. Not...that he’s been in much of a mood to socialize. But for some reason, the pair of them have just...ended up running into each other more often than not.

Not that Hinata has been opposed, per se. She just...didn’t expect it. Sasuke had barely spoken ten words to her before he’d left to seek power outside Konoha. And yet...part of her wonders if that’s the point. She’s one of the few people he hasn’t directly affected in any negative way.

...nor she in any way to him, either.

Of course, there’s a bit more to it than that - common friendships, odd parallels in their pasts they’ve been discovering...and their meshing social circles have meant it almost being impossible to go without running into one another for long.

And so, for whatever his reason may be, Sasuke has been extending a rather awkward, formal olive branch. Hinata, in the meantime, has had no real reason to reject it. Hence their budding but...rather undefined friendship as of late.

He’s still...adjusting, after all. And in some ways, so is she. The war has left its scars upon all of them...but few, she knows, more so than Sasuke. The situation involving his clan and the village - still a work in progress to be solved - immediately earned her sympathy. As someone from a ‘royal’ clan who has its share of troubled years past...she, more than most, can relate...even if not in exactly the same way.

Still, that’s not the current issue on the table.

He’s dressed in warmer clothes as per the season, given that it’s nearly the new year. And to her delight, he’s sporting the knit gloves and scarf she made him a few weeks past. And as is most usual, he’s without anyone else she knows. He tends to just...wander about on his own, for the most part...save for when the rest of team seven drags him out.

“...a-ano...was there something you, um...something you wanted, Sasuke-kun?”

“Was on my way to pick up lunch and saw you. Thought I’d say hi.”

“...oh!” She allows a small smile. “Well...hello! C-chilly day, isn’t it? Keeping, um...warm?”

“Yeah. That knitting of yours must be good.” He doesn’t admit that he rarely gets cold, anyway - his father used to tell stories about an Uchiha’s inner fire keeping them warm against any degree of dropping temperatures. Of course...he doesn’t know if that’s true, but it takes a fairly bad day to chill him. “Knitted anything else recently?”

“Yes, lots! I just finished a set for Hanabi, actually. And Naruto-kun said he’d like some. Orange, o-of course,” she lightly giggles.

Barely perceptible, Sasuke’s expression sours at the mention of the blond. “...keeping busy, then.”

“Yes, quite so. It, um...it’s relaxing, though. I like how repetitive it is. Lets me just sort of...zone out and go, you know?”

“Never had a hobby like that, so I wouldn’t know.”

“...oh! Well...it’s nice to have a little, um...change of pace. It lets me take my mind off of...everything else. Clan politics, or...missions. Maybe you could...find a pastime, Sasuke-kun.”

“Maybe. Mostly I just train when I want something to do, honestly.”

“That’s good, too!”

...they then reach a small impasse.

“W-well, um...I don’t want to keep you from your lunch,” Hinata then offers, smiling again. “But it was n-nice talking to you!”

“Have you eaten yet?”

The rather blunt question makes her pause. “Well, um...no. No, I haven’t. I was going to just make something at home, um…”

His expression remains carefully blank. “I won’t interrupt, then.”

“Did...did you want some company?”

A few months ago, Hinata would never dare ask a question so bold, not even of her best friend. To presume to be wanted wasn’t something she could really...do. But she’s done a vast amount of growing as of late, and...well, she’s tired of hesitation taking opportunities from her. Her years wasted chasing Naruto only to lose out taught her that much.

Sasuke, too, seems a bit taken aback by her forward response, dark brows lifting a smidge. “...sure,” is his reply once it sinks in. “If you don’t have anything else…?”

“Nope! I delivered a mission report earlier, and was just...w-wandering around before heading home.”

“...all right, then.” Well, his plans were to order out some yakiniku and take it home, but...well, he can’t really do that with a guest. Or, so he tells himself. Seems he’ll be sitting down to eat.

Hinata doesn’t object to the place, and they find a table off to one side of the restaurant. As their meat grills, they mostly pass the time with idle conversation.

“So, what was your mission?”

“Just a simple track and retrieve mission. Solo. A fraudulent jewelry maker was caught selling fake pieces to some n-noblewomen during that conference last week. He fled with the money and was heading to Iwa, but I c-caught up with him and dragged him back. It really wasn’t anything difficult, he w-wasn’t even a shinobi...he’d hired a few missing nin to help guard him but they were chūnin level at best. Probably oversold themselves to get in, and then were going to r-rob him after. Brought them in, too.”

“Must have earned you a fair bit.”

“Not too bad. In truth I have a good amount of savings...I don’t like to spend money. Even before I lost my inheritance I was frugal.”

The familiar topic makes him pause nonetheless. Hinata’s recounted the events leading to her loss of title - though mostly vaguely - before. “...good habit to have.”

“It drives my sister crazy.” Hinata cracks a small smile. “She’s...not so careful. Overall sure, but...she has many little splurges. Tries to get me to do the same. And when I don’t she b-buys me things herself.”

Before he can stop it, a small smile pulls at Sasuke’s lips. Were Itachi alive...he’d likely do the same. “I guess siblings always have to have some traits that are opposites.”

“True…”

Once their bellies are full, Sasuke pays the tab (much to Hinata’s annoyance (“It was me who invited you.” “I i-invited myself!”)) and they head back outside where a light snow has begun to fall.

“Ah…!”

“Looks like we’ll get a decent dusting,” Sasuke muses, watching it fall for a moment.

“...ne, Sasuke-kun?”

“Mm?”

“Would you l-like to get some ice cream?”

Eyes still skyward, his brow sharply furrows before looking to her as if she’s grown a second head. “...what?”

“Ice cream!”

“I...why would you want ice cream when it’s snowing? Aren’t you already cold?”

That earns a giggle. “What, like you don’t ever eat h-hot food when it’s hot?”

He just stares at her.

“I a-always have ice cream after yakiniku - it helps calm my tongue from the spices!”

“...you’re so strange.”

“It’s not that weird -”

“Yeah, it is.”

“W-well you don’t have to get any!”

“...I’ll get some sherbert. I don’t like sweet things, remember?”

“I know, but I just thought…” She trails off with a small shrug, hands in her coat pockets. “...a-and this time I can buy. Because I asked.”

Ah, so that’s what this is really about. Snorting in amusement, he doesn’t object a second time, just following as she beelines to the nearest shop. To his surprise, a few other people are in line, all who get incredulous looks from him. “...I can’t believe people think this is normal.”

“Shush,” she gently chides, stepping up to the counter. Her own order is a simple chocolate milkshake, which she struggles to consume through a straw with how thick it turns out. “Your turn!”

“...lime sherbert,” he eventually relents, receiving a small bowl of the stuff.

Seeing his gloved hands holding a frozen treat just makes him feel all the more ridiculous.

But Hinata happily works at her milkshake, so...he doesn’t complain. At least she’s happy, and she got to get him something, cheap though it was. Spooning the stuff into his mouth a small bit at a time, he aimlessly follows as she seems to wander back outside.

“Like it?”

“Sure.”

“See? It’s not so bad!”

“Now I’ll be cold on the outside and the inside.”

Mouth on her straw, her cheeks puff before lifting to counter, “I t-thought you said you were w-warm?” Was he lying about her knitting?

Giving her a glance with his uncovered eye, Sasuke snorts and ruffles her hair with a free hand, much to her dismay. “I’m joking. I can do that, you know.”

Huffing and puffing as she tries to tame her hair, she gives him a second pout. “...I-I know that. I just...didn’t want you to actually dislike it.”

“It’s fine, Hyūga. Stop worrying so much over a bit of ice cream.”

“You didn’t even g-get ice cream…”

“I told you, it’s too sweet…”

The pair fade down the street with their treats, gentle snowfall trailing in their wake.

.oOo.

Random fluff is random. Not necessarily a sequel to anything in particular, since I write so many odds and ends in ALAS, anyway xD But I remembered having a piece where she made him some knitted stuff, so...wherever that was, consider this a followup, lol Slowly but surely getting through things! Hopefully I'll have time tomorrow to reply to some comments. I'm now a whopping twenty days behind, BUT I'm feeling a bit better and less burnt out, so...here's hoping I'll plough through the rest and finish this baby up! Then it's fic vacation time for a while xD Aaanyway, I'm gonna go get some sleep, since I finished a wee bit early for once lol -thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #a light amongst shadows [ canon verse ]#365daysofsasuhina

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minhoinator-writes · 4 years

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One to a Hundred (~2900 words) read on AO3 // AFF

A/N: Sorta inspired by the Friends episode where Chandler kept accidentally kissing Monica after they get back from London....so I'm sure you can guess where this is gonna go lol I swear I'm working on the next BMS chapter, but it's just been a super stressful week for me and I needed a quick one-shot to get me back in the writing mood lol

"It's gonna be weird, isn't it?"

"Hm?"

"Going home."

Minho sighed as he pressed his forehead into Kibum's shoulder, closing his eyes tightly. Right, their managers for Surprise Vacation would be coming to pick them up to go to the airport soon. Which, that was why Kibum was at his rented flat in the first place, so they wouldn't have to take two separate cars to the airports.

That was the only reason, as far as their managers were aware.

But, in reality, they were spending their last night together before they would have to return to Korea and the close-quarters of the dorm. This…development in their relationship was quite new, but the feelings behind it definitely were not.

After the cameras were off and they left the pizza place off of the ice rink, Kibum grabbed his hand and stole him away from the crew, and together they explored London for themselves. Truth be told, it was the best part of the entire trip, blessedly undocumented by the crew.

Some things were best kept to themselves.

Minho kissed along the plane of Kibum's bare shoulder, smiling when Kibum snuggled closer to his warmth.

"Isn't it?"

"What?"

Kibum scoffed. "Of course you weren't fucking listening to me."

"When do I ever?" Minho sniffed a laugh, his fingers toying with the waistband of Kibum's boxers. When did he put those on?

"All the time. You're really attentive, actually."

Minho blinked, his hand stilling on Kibum's stomach. This was part of the new development...more genuine compliments thrown into their usual banter. It was taking some getting used to, but he wasn't complaining. "Sorry, baby, I'm still tired."

He could hear the soft smile in Kibum's sigh. Another new thing...Kibum liked it when he called him baby. Minho relaxed on his pillow when Kibum started to turn around, doing his best to stay in Minho's arms. "You're not planning on telling the others, right?"

Minho shook his head. They had already discussed this, after their first kiss on the bridge overlooking the Thames that night they had snuck away. This would be their secret for as long as they could keep it. "Are you sure?"

Kibum searched his expression, his eyes dazzlingly beautiful for this early in the morning. "About?"

"That...that you want us to be together after we leave?"

His expression softened and he took Minho's hand in his, looking down at it as he started to fiddle with his hand. "Of course. I…" he shook his head, pursing his lips.

"What?"

Kibum grimaced. "It's stupid and cheesy." Minho grinned, shifting a bit closer to him. Kibum speared him with an exasperated look that melted into a shy smile. "Now that...we're together -- "

"Finally."

"Yes, finally, shut up, Min." Minho laughed and Kibum closed his eyes, shaking his head. "Now that we're together, I can't, like, imagine facing the world without you, you know, beside me." Kibum glanced up at him only to suppress his smile and immediately look back down at their hands between them. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" Kibum shook his head and Minho smiled, slipping his hand out of Kibum's limp grasp to raise his chin with an extended finger until their eyes met. "You're so cute when you get shy. I've always thought so."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

The mischievous glint in Kibum's eyes was Minho's only warning before he surged forward to silence him with a kiss. Minho smiled into it, holding Kibum close as he relaxed further into his pillow.

Honestly, if every morning began like this, he might be more of a morning person.

But, unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. The knocking of one of their managers pushed them apart, both hurrying to get pajamas on so their managers would be none the wiser.

And, so, it began.

The flight back to Korea was long and arduous. In between sleeping and eating, they both decided to work on the lyrics for their upcoming comeback. During the ManU game, Jeon Gandi emailed him the draft of Dream Girl, their next title song. He was supposed to write his rap for it, and after he finished eating his lunch, he got out his phone to start brainstorming ideas.

"Do you want my help?"

Minho glanced over at Kibum, noting the bags under his eyes and how sleepy he looked. He was a light sleeper, usually, so getting restful sleep on planes was more than a little difficult for him.

"It's okay, go ahead and try to sleep."

Kibum fought it, focusing instead on the lyrics Minho was starting to type...and backspace...and retype. He mumbled his ideas until he finally rested his head on Minho's shoulder, letting sleep claim him.

Minho smiled when he heard the first of Kibum's snores, and glanced down at the top of his head. After a furtive glance around, he placed a quick kiss on the crown of Kibum's head and refocused on writing.

It was a good song, really cute, in his opinion. He could already almost hear the upbeat tempo and the tune of it in his head. He read the lyrics again, and, maybe it was because their relationship was so new, but Minho couldn't help but think of Kibum.

"My heart makes me go after you in secret," he whispered aloud, glancing down at Kibum again. He read up to the point where his rap would come in, then reread it once more before he started to write his lyrics with Kibum fully in mind. The words flowed easily and once he was finished, he read over it again, making a few edits before he sent it back to Gandi.

Kibum stirred when Minho set his phone down. "Did you finish?"

"Mhm."

"Can I see?" Minho unlocked his phone and opened the email before passing it to Kibum. He watched his profile as he read over the rap, releasing a huff of a sigh when Kibum started to smile. "I like it."

"It's about you," Minho started to say but was cut off by the arrival of their manager bringing them a snack.

The comeback was a whirlwind of preparation that started almost as soon as they stepped off the plane. It swept them all up -- with regular meetings with him, Kibum, Jonghyun, and the other songwriters so they could finalize the tracks for the album, perfecting the choreography for the title track, photoshoots and the filming of the music video...it was a wonder they had any time to themselves to sleep or eat.

It wasn't a surprise that they had yet to be able to spend any time, alone, together, since their return to Korea. They did, however, tend to gravitate toward each other, no matter what they were doing, maintaining their connection through subtle glances and fleeting touches.

It was quite easy to hide their affection for each other from the others during a comeback. Everyone was too tired to focus on anything besides sleeping and how nice of a concept that was.

"Good night," Jinki mumbled as he pulled himself up from where he was nodding off on the couch. Minho glanced away from the television to watch him go before his attention shifted to Kibum, who was curled up in the chair by the hallway, reading a book.

"Night," Kibum said absently, and Minho went back to mindlessly playing his video game. Until Kibum's book snapped closed. He looked back, smiling as Kibum stretched in his seat. "I thought he'd never leave."

"Oh?"

Kibum smirked. "Mhm."

"We should probably go to sleep. Long day tomorrow."

"Today, technically."

Minho looked over at the clock. It was a little past midnight. "Yeah."

"Let's go to bed, huh?"

Minho nodded, turning off the TV and following Kibum down the hallway, turning sideways to move past him once Kibum stopped at his door. He grabbed Minho's hand before he got too far away. "What?"

"Aren't you coming?"

Minho blinked. "Where?"

"To bed." Minho blinked rapidly, his tired confusion clouding his mind. He pointed to his and Jonghyun's bedroom in answer. "I meant with me."

Minho's eyes widened. "What about Taemin?"

"He's with his parents tonight." Kibum cracked the door open and looked back at Minho with the same twinkle in his eye that had been there all those weeks ago in London.

Minho couldn't help but follow him inside.

* * * * * * * * * *

"So how'd you sleep?"

Kibum paused and glanced at Jonghyun before he took a tentative sip of his coffee. The question seemed innocuous enough, but there was something in his tone that made him slightly suspicious. "Fine. You?"

"Oh, you know me. Up later than I should be."

Jonghyun smirked, almost devilishly. Kibum squinted at him, the checked down the hallway when he heard footsteps. It was only Jinki. If Minho wasn't up in five minutes he'd have to go wake him up so they wouldn't be late for their schedules today.

They murmured good morning to each other as Jinki sat down beside him, grabbing the mug Jonghyun set down for him and staring at it blearily. A door opened and Kibum leaned back in his chair, smiling at Minho as he walked down to the bathroom at the far end of the hall.

"Hey, Jinki," Jonghyun said, glaring at the box of cereal on the top shelf of the cupboard. His favorite cereal. "Could you reach this for me?"

"I wonder who moved that," Kibum said, trying not to smile.

"Some tall asshole."

The door to the bathroom opened again, and Minho emerged in his running gear. He smiled sleepily at Kibum as he made his way toward him, and once he reached him, he said, "Good morning!" as he bent down to kiss him.

If this were any other situation, it would have been a sweet gesture. Kibum would have definitely kissed him back. But, instead, he just sat there in shock as Minho pulled away from him. His eyes were blown wide, and Minho's soon was too when he heard the clatter of a spoon in a bowl.

Both Jonghyun and Jinki were watching them, equally wide-eyed -- though Jonghyun was sporting a growing smile. Any possible excuse for Minho to be kissing Kibum that wasn't the fact that they were a couple completely left his brain. He would have stammered something, though, if Minho hadn't walked over to where they were, shaking his head slightly as he wrapped Jonghyun up in his arms.

"Good morning!" he said with strained cheer as he kissed him, and then again with Jinki. None of them moved after Minho left them, and Minho didn't turn around as he made his way toward the door. If his ears were anywhere near the color of his face, he was visibly embarrassed. "I'll be back! Taking a quick run!"

He took off before the door closed behind him, and Kibum's gaze immediately darted back to Jinki and Jonghyun.

"Well," Jinki said, picking up his bowl of cereal. "If I wasn't awake before, I certainly am now."

Before Jonghyun could comment, Kibum sprang from his seat and muttered something about going to get ready to leave.

As soon as he got into his room, his phone chimed. Kibum closed the door behind himself and went over to where it had been charging, unsurprised to find a flurry of texts from Minho.

Mino 5:13 // omg i'm so sorry 5:14 // i don't know what i was thinking i didn't even notice they were there at first 5:14 // were they mad at me? 5:15 // are you mad at me?? 5:15 // did they figure it out???

Kibum smiled at his screen as he started to type.

5:16 // Jjong might have but i don't know for sure 5:16 // and no, i'm not mad at you

He paused, internally debating before he sent hurry back.

5:18 // thank god 5:18 // wait why is there something wrong?

He could picture him clearly, standing there on the sidewalk, his phone in hand and his brow furrowed with concern as he stared at his screen, waiting for Kibum's reply. And, before Kibum could second guess himself or talk himself out of it…

5:18 // i miss you

He tossed his phone away immediately, and it landed with a soft thump on his bed. A moment later, it chimed twice then fell silent. Kibum watched it, waiting for several minutes for another notification. When none came, he slowly made his way over to his bed, picking it up to peek at the texts.

5:19 // awwww~ 5:19 // okay hold on

Kibum could feel the heat coloring his face as he tossed his phone back on his bed. He smiled as he sorted through his closet, picking an outfit that would be passable as fashionable enough for a radio show and a fan meet afterward. As he was fiddling with his beret in the mirror, figuring out its placement on his head, there came a knock on his door.

"Yeah."

The door opened, and a slightly breathless Minho poked his head in. "Hey, can you help me pick out an outfit?"

Kibum stared at him, then blink. "That was a really quick run."

"Someone asked me to hurry, so I did." He gave Kibum a cheeky wink and grin as he slipped away, probably heading for his bedroom next door. Kibum placed the beret without another thought and followed him. By the time he reached Minho's room, his shirt was discarded and he was sifting through his clothes. He smiled as Kibum stared, a little too smugly for Kibum's liking, but he couldn't tear his eyes away long enough to snap at him.

Sure, he had seen Minho shirtless before. Many times. They'd lived together as a group far too long for him not to. But, it was different now. Before, he wouldn't have been caught staring at him, not this blatantly. He didn't want to freak Minho out with his feelings for him, but now that he knew, and they were alone…

"Hey, my eyes are up here," Minho said, a smile in his voice.

"Yeah, I've seen them before." Minho snorted and Kibum finally looked up, sighing involuntarily. "Sorry."

"I don't mind. Come here." Kibum stepped further into the closet, his attention shifting from Minho to the clothes. "What about these?"

He held up two options that were clearly not designed to go together and he knew it, and Kibum sucked his teeth before playfully slapping Minho's shoulder. "Stop it."

"These?" Another terrible choice.

He rolled his eyes as Minho just laughed. "Fuck, just let me do it."

As Kibum stepped up to seriously inspect Minho's clothes, Minho slipped behind him and wrapped his arms around him before resting his head against his. Kibum hummed in appreciation at the warmth and closeness, but as he started to pick out some outfits, Minho started to distract him by kissing down his neck.

As much as Kibum would have liked to allow himself to get lost in the moment, in the security of being wrapped up in Minho's arms, in the way each time Minho's lips brushed against his skin made his heart flutter… They had places to be, and soon. He pulled a pair of skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and a jacket off the rack and slipped out of his arms.

"You have to go shower or else we'll be late," he said.

"Okay."

Kibum searched Minho's expression, smiling softly at the affection radiating from his gaze. Before he could stop himself, he cupped Minho's face with both hands and pulled him into a kiss that was soon cut short by someone clearing their throat. They broke apart, both looking at a half-amused, half-confused Jonghyun.

"What the fuck is up with you two?"

"Nothing," they said at the same time.

"He's gonna go shower before the van gets here," Kibum said, hastily leaving the closet. "I'm gonna go finish my breakfast. What about you?"

"I was...gonna change out of my pajamas?"

"Good luck!" he said, slipping away from Minho, he patted Jonghyun on the shoulder, and after steeling himself, cupped his face much like he had just done with Minho and gave Jonghyun a firm kiss. "Okay, see you guys out...there…"

He hurried out the door, smacking his palm over his eyes after the door closed behind him. Yes, today was their first slip up since coming back from London, but there were bound to be more. Lots more… Something had to happen...change...if they were going to continue to be together.

And Kibum very much wanted that.

Maybe they should move out of the dorm. No, that would be way too suspicious, especially now. He started down the hallway toward the kitchen when he heard the jiggle of the knob behind him and he didn't look back when someone -- probably Minho -- walked out into the hallway.

If not one of them, then himself. It would be nice to have his own space. More room to fit his clothes, and all that. He stirred his now soggy cereal, grimacing at it. That was something to think about, but for now, he pushed the thought away.

It'd have to wait until the end of their comeback.

#Minkey #SHINee fics #shinee fic #SHINee drabble #SHINee #Kibum #Kim Kibum #Key #Minho #Choi Minho #established relationship #fluff #literally just fluff #this was fun to write

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prodicalviews · 5 years

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About a year ago I started writing this fic I was pretty tipsy (maybe even drunk). I remember laughing my head off like I was funny lol.

Please don't take this seriously, I mixed my drinks that night I was a mess the next day.

Feel free to call this drabble what you want. In the meantime, I’ll be updating all the fics this week. (yes all)

power to fanfic writers, may the new year grant you creativity, no writer's block, and clear skin.

I never understood why the landlord never warned me whenever we had a new tenant. Specifically when there’s a vacancy next to me. It shouldn’t be hard, the guy lived two doors down from me. Though I wasn’t going to say anything to that big burly man.

Three. Three people in the last 5 months went through this apartment. And of course being the nice genuine person I am I’d give them a welcoming pan of cake or cookies. I’d also befriend them, despite my loner tendencies. It never hurts to have someone watch after your cat when you go on a shopping trip.

No thanks to Abe, also known as the landlord. I found out we were getting a new tenant from Carol. My other neighbor. Honestly, I understood why those girls moved out. One, these condos were expensive. Two, shopping sprees daddies money didn’t fully cover were more important than rent. Three, everyone living here was either, doctors, lawyers or some other hotshot. So holding a conversation without sounding like an idiot was damn near impossible. Unless of course, you were talking to an actor or my downstairs neighbor, Jessie. Bless her heart. I can’t count how much celebrity’s I’ve met just walking to the dumpster. Just taking out some trash the other day and hey would you look at that, Nicholas Cage. Well, most of them were old time celebs but they were still famous, right?

As I was saying, right when I got to know these girls well enough. They went and left me. I’d ask Carol to watch Mike but she’s allergic to cats. Morgan was always busy with his son. Glenn and Maggie, well they wouldn’t even bother feeding him. I’m pretty sure Daryl would just throw him in the trash. Negan would watch him, but of course, that came with a sizable price and Jessie? I’m positive she’d kill him by accident. Sasha watched him before but now she’s always missing since she became chief of staff at the hospital. Abe would just have him testing landmines in the desert during my absence.

I stared down at my furless cat. His big brown doe eyes called to me. Yes, he was ugly. Everyone made sure to tell me this. But I loved him. He’s my little muse. But a girl needed new underwear, shoes, and blouses. I don’t know how I managed to survive this long, I haven’t gone shopping in a year. A whole year. And if that meant sucking up to whoever was moving boxes of their shit into condo 7 then so be it.

It wasn’t long before Mike started mewling for his morning breakfast. His stretchy skin rubbed against my bare legs. His meows only seemed to get louder.

“Don’t worry Mike, momma’s going to get your kibbles. You want kibbles don’t ya?” He meowed in response. I was positive on some level Mike understood me. He’s been with me for eight years now. Through thick and thin he stuck by my side. He was two when I lost my job at Atlanta’s art gallery. I decided to take a leap of faith, the money I made from the paintings sold over the years was meeting its end. Mike and I were barely surviving, with my last bit of funds I made a tedious treacherous journey down to LA in my small KIA. It wasn’t long before I lost hope. Selling paintings on the roadside didn’t pay the bill for that trash motel we stayed at. Eventually, I took a job waiting at a restaurant. It was a sight to behold, I earned my degree in the Arts yet I was waiting tables for the hillbillies, hippies and con artist of LA.

But I didn’t give up. After getting the green light to display my paintings in front of the diner I worked for. Things started to look better for me. I sold a few pieces, enough for me to relocate to a different motel. One that was more inhabitable. Dale never asked for compensation if I sold an art piece. He was a genuine man that wanted the best for me, along with a few of the other waitresses that were trying to get through school. So when he told me about an inquiry on my pieces from a man in a not so modest suite I knew he wasn’t lying.

One can say I’ve made a name for myself, six years later I supplied work for some of the biggest Galleries in the city. And a year since I had a stable neighbor in Condo 7 after Noah died. He was a young up and coming actor with a boisterous personality and a genuine smile. After dying in a head-on collision we all mourned his death.

Pulling open one of my cupboard, I grabbed the bag of overly expensive catnip along with Mike’s bowl. He nudges my leg urging me to hurry and serve his food. I loved him to death but his attitude needed an adjustment.

Pouring food into his bowl and I watched as he made a dash for it. It evoked a chuckle from me. We were living well. I admit we gained weight, his pudgy stomach touched the wooden panels of the kitchen floor and those five-star dishes went straight to my hips. It was Saturday, which meant I was due a visit from Carol shortly. Yes, Mike gave her allergies but it never stopped her from urging me out of my shell. Art has always been my safe haven. A man-made solace of the sort. I’ve never been one for an abundance of company, which is why, as my work became more popular I sold anonymously. My first name, Michonne, was still attached to everything I’ve painted but no one actually knew how I looked or my gender. Unless you count the assholes back in Atlanta, but I haven’t heard any news of them releasing images of my face. After all, Michonne wasn’t a common name. Along with my longtime neighbors and the folks who bought my work in the early stages of my career my secret was safe.

As if on cue, Carol’s signature knock sounded against the door. I rolled my eyes at the clock hanging over my stove. Nine o’clock sharp as always.

I took my time answering the door, we always had the same conversation. Like clockwork, so I wasn’t in a rush. Releasing my locks and turning the doorknob I was greeted by a smiling face equipped with a pan of chocolate cookies. My mouth was watering, my weakness. I returned her smile and relieved her of the pastries.

“That thing hasn’t sat on the couch yet as he?” She asked a bit weary. For Carol’s sake and peace of mind, I was sure to spray the couch and keep Mike away from her designated spot. I waved her off removing the plastic covering her pastries.

“By thing I assume you mean Mike.”

“Oh yes, him.” I could hear the humor in her voice. I shook my head and started the coffee maker in the kitchen.

“I thought you’d want to reserve some treats to sway our new neighbor with.” Oh shit, I almost forgot about them. This was my secret, I gave them baked goods, that Carol herself baked. Normally she’d bring in anything left over from her bakery. But this was different, these were chocolate cookies.

“They’re not even moved in yet.” I mentioned from the kitchen.

“Oh sweetie, where have you been for the past seven hours?” I was sleeping no doubt. “Last I check they were just moving the last of their furniture.” Carol was a dear, out of all my neighbors, we exchanged the most words. I’ll even go as far as to say she’s my closest friend.

“I don’t need to schmooze the new neighbors this early, it’s only nine o’clock. I’ll let them settle in first.” After the coffee maker screamed in wake of its completion I grabbed two mugs. Mine and Carol’s permanent Saturday morning mugs. I know. She literally bought a mug for my place that she uses. I poured us coffee adding sugar. I walked in the living area balancing our coffee and a plate of cookies.

Uncrossing her legs she took her mug from my hand and watched as I sat down. I took a careful sip of my coffee, it was hot and the scent from the beans was strong as I inhaled, just how I liked it.

“You wouldn’t have to schmooze them if you’d just buy your clothes online. This is the 21st century after all.” She is 40. Exactly ten years my senior, so her words were more than ironic. It made me feel decades old.

“Carol we’ve been through this too many times. I prefer to buy items that are my size exactly.” I wasn’t lying when I mentioned that Mike and I gained weight. Living the good life put me up a cup size and made jeans stop to my thighs when I squeezed into them. It wasn’t as if I wasn’t working out. There was a gym downstairs I utilized constantly, but once my hips and breast got bigger they decided to stay that way, despite all my effort and time. “So I buy them in the flesh.”

She just waved me off. “You don’t need to take a flight to buy clothes, Michonne.” She was right, but it was one of the perks hard earned money bought you. I clucked my tongue to the roof of my mouth deciding to change the topic of conversation.

“So how is Ezekiel doing?” And just like that her blue eyes glazed over. For as long as I knew Carol, they’ve been together. I even gave him a few pointers on how to grow his locs. I was glad they stuck together so I could watch his locs flourish past his shoulders. I was also elated for Carol. Ezekiel was a B list actor, one of my favorite actors since he played Victor on ‘The Last Knights’. It was among many of my TV favorites. Technically they lived together, but during filming season he had to go to a different state but they kept in touch. As to why they’ve been together for years without getting married was beyond me.

“He’s doing just fine.” Her cheeks were tainted pink. She still swooned over him like a lovesick teen. I smiled at her. “Instead of diverting to the man in my life let’s talk about your love life.” She sported a devilish smirk behind her gray flower mug.

Somehow I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I knew I was attractive, in fact, most of the men I met found me alluring. But since no one ever saw me with a man publically they assumed I was a lesbian. Obviously, since I didn’t want the hassle and stress of a relationship I welcomed the notion. Even Carol seemed on the fence about my sexuality.

“It’s nonexistent. I don’t get out much to meet anyone, hence another reason I need this shopping trip.” I told her taking big bites out of the cookie.

“If you’d just go out with me and the others that would change.” Yes, the monthly ritual they established. Once a month everyone would get dressed and have dinner usually followed by the night ending at a posh club. On more than one occasion Negan asked me to come. He was handsome. I’d go as far to say he was sexy, with dimpled cheeks, a wide smile and a nice head of hair. But my goodness was he a player. My guess is that he was juggling about 5 different women right now. Most lawyers I’ve met had multiple women. Of course, that didn’t stop him from wanting me.

“I’m not one for outings with packed crowds,” I mentioned.

Carol shook her head. “I have a feeling your life will change, Michonne. And soon too.”

“Are you hanging out with Gabriel again? My life changed six years ago. And for the better too.” Gabriel was a pastor and Morgan’s brother. He always stopped by to use our gym and Abe allowed it. He was even gifted with an ID for the front gate last Christmas. At this point, it wouldn’t be surprising if he moved into Morgan’s Condo.

As much as I complained about needing personal space, I loved everyone living here, in my own way. Jessie was questionable. I knew more about everyone’s personal life than they knew of mine. On occasions, I’d even give them advice and water their plants when I’m not working. I even parked bikes courtesy of Daryl Dixon. After Morgan’s nasty divorce I held down the fort and watched his son, Dwayne, when he was on call at the Hospital.

Of course, I was happy to do it. Dale’s good deeds rubbed off on me. Because of that, they’d help me in return. It wasn’t that no one wanted to watch Mike, they were eager to. But I couldn’t trust them to care for him, especially since they didn’t have the advantage of living next door to me. Where I held all of his emergency medicine. He had cancer, which explained why he was bald. Call me picky. I just prefer the person next to my condo to watch him if need be.

A loud horn blared from outside. My eyebrows furrowed silently questioning Carol. She shrugged and moved toward the window, I simply followed suit. There we were mugs still in hand peering through the open creases of my wooden blinds. I squinted trying to make out the face of a brunette.

“That must be her,” Carol whispered. “Wait I see a man in the car...” She paused. “He looks homeless.” I scowled in confusion. Abe always did background checks. He didn’t have connections to the military for nothing. I didn’t blame him for wanting to make sure people were able to pay their rent. Abe also offered a deal to share land, once you’ve paid a suitable size of money you were able to live in your condo without monthly rent. It was a choice he’d offer and it was cheaper in the long run. Of course, household bills still had to be paid. Some people like Daryl and Carol chose that from the start.

“Why are you whispering, it’s not like they’ll hear us through the window.”

“It’s more polite.”

“Like the action of peeping can be softened with whispering.” We both laughed before Carol shushed me. I caught a glimpse of the man, he was still inside the sleek black Porsche. He had quite the beard on him. He also wore a ratty baseball cap which probably caused him to be called homeless. It hid his face well so I couldn’t make out his features. The brunette went back to the window leaning in close to the bearded man. “Oh looks like they’re a couple.”

“What do you think they do?” I asked Carol still staring at the couple, mug in hand. I had no shame.

“I have no idea. But I’m guessing the woman’s a model. Though Abraham didn’t mention there would be two of them.” She did look like a model. Her silky hair reached past her shoulders, leading down to a trim tight body. Hopefully, she wasn’t another Jessie. Jessie did something to deserve my spite, she may not remember but I do. Oh, I remember very well.

The last person to move in was, in fact, Jessie Anderson, so in our defense, we did the same thing to Jessie when she moved in four years ago. Along with the three women who moved in over the last few months, if they counted. When Jessie modeled her way to her condo but couldn’t figure out how to open her own door. Bless her soul. We figured she had a sugar daddy or was a model. We were right on both counts.

“Oh goodness, we can’t have another Jessie.” Even Carol understood. After a moment the woman pulled away from the car and it drove off. She was heading this way. Shit!

We tried our best to scramble away from the window without spilling the remnants of our coffee. I switched on my TV opting to settle on a random station.

“You think she saw us?” She asked me.

“We’re inside unless she has a third all seen eye that’s impossible,” I told her taking in gulps of caffeine. I was quite sure we were in the clear so when a knock bounced off my door it caught me off guard. I spilled coffee on my capris night pants. A frustrated moan left my throat, these stains were hard to get rid of. I was forced to answer the door with a stain the size of a black hole on my white pants. I still had my locs gathered on top of my head, I decided against letting it down.

The door swung open and I was greeted by another smiling face for the second time this morning. It was the brunette. Up close she was actually quite stunning.

“Oh, I’m sorry I was actually looking for the landlord. I’m Lori by the way.’’ She stuck her hand out towards mine her nails gleamed with a clear coat of peach polish. I took her hand after a moment of silence.

“Michonne.” She was nice.

Her eyes lit up upon hearing my name. “You’re not Michonne the painter are you?” Her tone held curiosity.

“Umm, no. I’m not.” Although she seemed nice I didn’t know her. If the painting on my living room wall wasn’t any indication of who I was then she really didn’t need to know.

She rolled her eyes and dropped my hand. “Of course, she’d have enough money for better…uhh apparel maybe even a house.” Bitch! Her eyes darted to the stain on my pants. I wanted to scream ‘but bitch you’re living here too!’ I held my tongue. “How silly of me.”

“It was an honest mistake.” I had to suck up to this bitch? I think not. Funny how first impressions left a lasting mark. I’ll mourn the loss of new undergarments later. My only hope was that her boyfriend was nicer since her ring finger was bare.

Lori nodded lacing her hands together. “Like I said earlier, I was looking for the landlord.” Her tone was short all of a sudden like she didn’t want to stay by this door a minute longer. I pointed to the left.

“He’s two doors down. But if I were you I wouldn’t bother him this early on Saturday’s. If Sasha answers you’ll be in luck.” Abe didn’t have a knack for Saturday mornings, any time after eleven was better for him. I learned the hard way after the pipe in my bathroom burst. I ran to Abe banging on his door. By the time he answered, he was red-faced and shirtless. He fixed my plumbing problem but I was left with feeling that I interrupted something. He didn’t speak to me for a week.

Lori thanked me, clearly ignoring my warning and made her way to Abe’s door. I placed the locks back to their original position and turned to face Carol.

“Well isn’t she a dime.” Carol mentioned sarcastically. A dime indeed. I rubbed the stain on my pants although it didn’t do anything to fade it.

“Now I’m hoping she does catch Abe at a bad time.”

“Just take my advice Michonne, order clothes and have it delivered here. It’s what I always do.” We were back to that conversation again. We passed the time sitting together discussing neighborhood changes, our TV shows and of course neighborly gossip.

“Have you noticed that Maggie gained some weight?” Only Carol would notice these small things.

“So? I’ve gained weight.”

Carol shook her head, exasperated with my line of thinking. “Michonne, you weren’t having sex nonstop for the past two months.” I was a tiny bit offended. In fact I hadn’t had any sexual exploits since leaving Atlanta. That was years ago.

“How would you know this? You don’t even live next to them to hear anything.” She scoffed at me.

“I’ve seen enough displays of affection between them to light up a cow.” Maggie and Glenn had been married when I met them. They actually gave me hope that there was a forever. They always said they’d wait to have kids, both being in the drug research field. They wanted to focus on their careers before adding a little addition to the family.

“So you think she’s pregnant?” I bit into my cookie.

“I know.” Her eyes twinkled.

The infamous horn made its appearance again, prompting Carol and I back into peeping. Lori had a scowl on her face as she made her way to the sleek car.

“You think Abraham made her angry?” I questioned though I could care less.

“Oh, I’m sure they exchanged some words. Or her boyfriend said something to upset her.” She added when the heavily tinted window on the Porsche didn’t roll down. Carol was onto something there. Lori marched to the vehicle and tapped the glass. The door to the car opened revealing a strong arm that held it. Lori stepped in the open space successfully blocking our view. The suspense was killing me.

“I need to get a good look at the man, can she just move.” I felt the same way as Carol. This Saturday was more entertaining than just chatting about the mystery around Daryl. Except there wasn’t a mystery surrounding him, he was just a mechanic that owned a bike store. The vibe he had was mysterious though.

Lori moved and he was just about to exit the car when my landline rung off. What are the chances? I huffed and told Carol to give me a play by play. I dashed for the phone, promising myself to invest in something cordless.

Caller ID: Simon

I groaned knowing exactly what this call was about. I clicked call and greeted him sweetly. “Good morning, Simon. How are you?”

“Something tells me you’re not working on your piece since you answered this phone so quickly.” He knew me so well. Simon was the one who picked up my art and delivered them to galleries amongst other people. Technically he worked for me. It was rare for me to do my work on site. That usually required complete discretion and a sizable check.

Carol waved her arms around drawing in my attention. “Good lord Michonne, he isn’t homeless!”

I tried to split my attention between both Carol and Simon but it didn’t work for me. So I focused on Simon.

“When creativity hits me I’ll be sure to text you, Simon.” Whenever I lost momentum Simon always reminded me that I was working on a time frame.

“Be sure to. I forgot to mention the last time I made a pick up some guy name Gregory phoned me. He seemed adamant on talking to you. Said it was urgent. He sounded crazy so I shrugged it off.” The only Gregory that rung any alarms was the ‘Atlanta Gallery’ owner who fired me with little to no remorse. Last I heard business for him went down the drain.

“Thanks, Simon, if he calls you again let me know.”

“Sure thing.” I hung up and made my way back to Carol who was no longer peeping out the window. Disappointment filled me.

“I thought you were going to give me a play by play. Did they leave?” I checked outside the window again noticing the black car was absent. Just my luck.

“I did but you were in the deep end of your conversation on the phone.” She gazed at me expectantly.

Sighing I told her “Simon was just talking about my old boss calling him, said he sounded crazy.”

“Simon himself looks crazy.”

“In an artistic way Carol.” I defended him.

The thoughts in her head were clear on her face. It didn’t make any difference what I said. Anyone with messy hair and an array of paint covering them looked crazy unless it was me of course.

Mike made his grand entrance, he waltzes in and rubbed himself against my leg. Carol coughed beside me putting space between us.

“That’s my cue to leave, be sure to leave some cookies for the new neighbors.” It wasn’t as if I was going to devour the entire pan of cookies. After closing the door behind Carol I pulled my silk night top tighter around my body.

My place was vibrant due to some of my work being hung on its white walls. When I first moved in I wanted something modern. I also wanted parts to remain a canvas for my doings. I actually came across this place by accident. It had security and it was discreet. There was a twenty-minute drive before you came across another building. In total there were nine occupants in the building. Morgan, Daryl, Jessie, Glenn, and Maggie along with Negan lived on the lower level. Abe and Sasha, Carol, myself along with the new couple lived on the second floor. Despite the number of occupants, my place was a spacious two bedroom two bath. I used the extra room for my work. I was still on edge about moving in here permanently, Atlanta taught me nothing good last forever. Sighing, I turned on my speakers and headed for my safe haven. I worked until nightfall.

#i live for the applause #applause applause #i'm bumping right now #i really am not funny #cries #richonne fanfiction #richonne #richonne fic #there is actually more than one chapter #i was on a damn roll that night #TBC

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Teen Wolf Scripts liveblog: Season 1 Episode 2

Second ep of the first season, appropriately titled:

Teen Wolf Scripts!

Back again, Wolfiends. Another lengthy post consisting of screenshots of the Teen Wolf script alongside my own rambling commentary. I’m not here to review the show; finer minds than myself have got that covered. Nor is it a photo-recap; that has been done by crazier bastards than myself.

I am here, as no doubt we all are, holding up my empty bowl to Jeff Davis and saying in a pitiful voice, “please, sir, I want some more.” Now, eat your gruel and count yourself lucky because this batch has raisins in it.

Excerpts have been selected based on the following criteria: 1) It did not make the final cut; 2) It was substantially altered; 3) It offers extra detail not apparent from the show, such as description and direction; and 4) I felt like including it.

Fun times (and, obviously, a hell of a lot of spoilers) below the cut.

Okay, let’s get started!

WhaaAAAAT?

We open on a doozie here. Is this a sign that the elusive Greenberg may actually exist? Like, in corporeal form? Not just a figment of Coach’s fevered imagination?

The lacrosse sequence we’re shown was more montage-y than the script suggests and we don’t see Coach pass the ball to anyone directly, but here’s the first player to try for goal:

Greenberg?

Or actually, it might have been this guy (confusing montage is confusing):

Greenberg (’s hairy leg)?

Oh but now here is where coach is telling Greenberg to take a lap, and THIS GUY starts running.

GREENBEEEEERRG!

Coach is doing more actual coaching than I had thought him capable of, that’s nice.

I don’t know what these “slap checks” and “cross checks” are, but to me it just looked like two guys in plastic armour smashing into one another. But what do I know, I’m not a sportsball expert.

Also, goats.

Sorry, sorry. I meant

*lurk*

Well there goes my headcanon that wolf-puppy Scott just wanted to pway wif his best fwiend!

I love this scene a lot, and I’m glad they made it more scary and dramatic than this, with the jumping up on lockers and crouching in rafters and such. Why go around something when you can go over it, amirite?

Hello, gorgeous!

A STRANGE SILHOUETTE.

I don’t know who you think you’re kidding, Jeff Davis. By now I think we all know that, like “a figure” and “someone watching”, this is a synonym for

Now 100% more grabby!

That part isn’t news, but— Pffffft Melissa.

LMFAO

Come on though, Melissa’s not that old. She knows perfectly well what it means, she just does this because it amuses her to make Scott squirm and huff.

Then Allison pops up to tell him that she too is excited to come and watch him play.

He didn’t get the line, but his face said it for him.

Meanwhile, someone’s creeping on Allison!

HOW VERY ALONE

NOT A SOUL

Until——

Just kidding. The script doesn’t say who it is. I guess we’ll never know. Or, canon confirmation that Derek Hale OR WHOEVER does not possess a soul

In math class—

Yeah, buddy. Us too.

Ah, Lydia

Is LAX a hip new abbreviation for Lacrosse? Or have airports somehow become a high school sport? I hope not, I would lose so badly.

Now I want a spin-off series of webisodes about Allison Argent versus the Totally Evil Popular Girls.

Curious. Both the spinning business and the ever-tantalising ‘OMITTED’. Don’t omit things, Jeff Davis, it’s rude!

Well that didn’t happen

That didn’t happen either

UM NO JEFF THAT IS DEFINITELY NOT WHAT HAPPENED. THAT IS LITERALLY THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT HAPPENED.

No theatrics here!

Pity this bit got cut. Not a huge difference to the scene — we still got Derek’s casual disregard for others’ property and heavy-handed metaphor — but Derek’s control is a big deal to Scott, and that could have done with more emphasis.

*Curiosity intensifies*

Good to know that half-second sight gag was planned from the start.

Huh. I always thought he’d said “there were bite marks on the lady.” Also, he didn’t mention Allison here on screen.

*Curiosity intensifies further*

Good instincts, Scotty! I wonder how much that was his burgeoning wolfy-sense, and how much was just genre-savvy.

Ooh, that’s different - on the show Scott is not only surprised to see Stiles approaching the car, but desperately trying to signal him to stop.

This is not an Ok, go face. This is a face that says Stiles, no. At least they rhyme?

The Sheriff is the Sheriff again. Order is restored to the universe.

The only ‘squealing sound’ I remember in this scene was from Stiles’s long-suffering Jeep.

And now— oh. Oh holy hell. Look at this.

yes yes we saw that part but Scott’s gone he’s run off

What the figgins no he hasn’t!

Oooooh Scotty no this is stalking behaviour. Do not eat your Stiles, that is bad manners.

Not the Jeep! Stalking your BFF is one thing but assaulting an innocent Roscoe is just bang out of order. No wonder Stiles abandons his calm entreaties to yell at him, you can’t hit a man in the Jeep and expect him to keep his temper.

I’m biting my nails are you biting your nails

SDKJHADFKLASDFA EXTENDED KEYSMASH!

I KNOW BUD IT IS VERY SCARY

THAT’S GOOD STILES DRIVE OUT FROM UNDER THE RAMPAGING WEREWOLF WHAT COULD GO WRONG

RAMPAGING WEREWOLVES ARE VERY PERSISTENT AREN’T THEY

well he wasn’t going to hit him what do you think he is an Argent

SDFLKJHGFLKLSDJFH

WHAT THE HELL

SOMEBODY CALL TYLER AND DYLAN AND FILM THIS SCENE, STAT!!

It’s like all those times when--

O_O

YEAH NO FashgfadsUCKING KIDDING, JEFF!

*deep breath*

Add that to the list of places the Argents have canonically lived. Unless it’s a reference to [Coach Finstock voice] cream cheese.

*Curiosity levels approaching critical*

A ball-peen hammer? Oh, Coach.

A crack? In his helmet? What and how?

Sensible, random Lacrosse (LAX?) player. Your captain is a douche.

Aw, we didn’t get Scott’s serial killer POV here.

Bahaha he never even went for a ‘slap check’ (whatever that is), he just growled at him from five feet away.

Interesting indeed, Coach! He doesn’t reply to Stiles in the show. This way it gives the impression that he’s going to be doing some investigating, maybe Scott will have to be more careful around him.

Lol, the referee never called the goal. Coach argued with him, then blew the whistle himself, and the refs just went with it.

That’s a different take - that in his heightened state the sight of Argent coming towards him triggered his flight response. We didn’t see Argent walking onto the field until after Scott was long gone, so there was no suggestion that Scott was reacting to him at that time. We do see an ominously thoughtful look on Chris’s face!

Awwww sweet. You hold onto that brief second, wolf boy.

I WONDER who it’s gonna be, say it with me now—

Oh hey! We’re on first name terms with our stalker now.

wait--

what

Aaaahahaha no he doesn’t, as if Derek Actual Hale would smile and greet someone. Jeff you’ve been smoking again.

(Or, more likely, trying to seed the aborted Jackson Hale plotline.)

Another ripper of a script! Some fun extra moments -- and nail-biting ones -- as well as a few where the production obviously decided to go in a different direction. We got Scott marvelling at Derek’s control, Melissa trolling her son like the A+ parent she is, Scott having extremely good spidey-senses for a canid, Derek as a luring lurker who lurks, even when the script tells him not to, this man cannot be stopped, not to mention everybody’s favourite Greenberg, with an actual face! Or leg. Whatever.

All outshone by the Jeep attack scene. Why, oh why, Jeff? Do you hate us?

Nahhh. On reflection, I can see why they cut it. This episode showcased Scott’s lack of control over his wolfy side, but we already had a fair bit of Feral Scott -- on the lacrosse (sorry, LAX) field and peeping into Allison’s window -- so that point was made. And we’d already had him attacking Stiles specifically, in that excellent locker room scene. But the visual of Scott wolfed out and roaring to the sky from atop the Jeep would have been something to see. Not to mention that moment of terror as Stiles finally sees what his friend has become, in the clear light of day, no helmet or darkness to obscure him.

It would have been the perfect punctuation to Scott’s complaint from just prior: “Stop enjoying this so much!” Stiles still thinks he’s in a superhero origin story. But Scott is stuck in a nightmare horror.

At least he got his perfect moment.

Exeunt

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Sweet Saccharine; pt. 3

Reader x Jungkook // sugardaddy!AU // 17k words

Summary: Trying your best to stay afloat in a ruthless city, you decide to join the sugar bowl. Who knew the sugar baby business would be this exciting?

Genre: Fluff?

A/N: For the purpose of this fic, I may or may not have spent 30 mins going through a wiki list of gang names… Anyway, here’s part 3 after 3-ish months! lol I’m so sorry hahaha. This chapter is a lil plot heavy but I dropped a ton of clues!!! Oh btw fun fact did you know Monet painted around 250 paintings depicting water lilies??? The picture above is of the exhibition in Musée de l'Orangerie.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 4

Previously…

Happy didn’t even begin to describe what the hooded man feels because his plan is coming along just nicely, almost too perfectly and he smiles, admiring the pictures he’d taken of tonight. Mrs. Jeon surely would enjoy seeing these pictures, you and Jungkook together, he sighs to himself. But no, it’s too soon for that. There’s still much that he’s waiting for you to do. A perfect night indeed, he smirks.

A perfect night indeed.

Now

How did he end up here? It’s a question that he seems to be asking himself quite often lately and the answer is most usually in the form of someone he can’t seem to get his mind off, someone by the name of Y/N.

If you want to go home with all your limbs intact, I suggest you run

Your sentence rings in his ears and it’s like time slows down for a second because what can that possibly mean? It’s when he sees a man charging towards him, butcher knife in hand, that he chooses to finally move, his heart pumping adrenaline to every single vein in his body as he takes off sprinting. Sometimes he wonders why he hangs out with you, why he even likes you when you have him fearing for his life almost every other week.

He can hear you laugh as he curses at you while running. Insane, you’re completely insane, he thinks but he can’t help that sometimes his heart starts racing just as fast as it is now, even when he’s doing nothing but listening to you talk, your soft gaze enough to make his head spin.

Earlier

It’s been a fair few months since you’ve agreed to be Jungkook’s platonic sugar baby. It’s an odd arrangement that nobody but the two of you know about and that’s fine with both you and him. It’s a great job, an amazing one even because you’re being paid to be friends with a millionaire who seemingly is into doing a lot of cute things like visiting pet stores, going to the park, taking a pottery class, trying to find all the speakeasy bars in town; basically all things you’d gladly do if you had the time or money so, it doesn’t really seem like a job except at the end of it all when he drops you off at your apartment, you’re reminded that it is one when he hands you a neat little envelope filled with cash.

As the days bleed to weeks, and weeks to months, Jungkook seems to be getting the hang of being in the South side now that he stops by to pick you up from your evening shift at the convenience store, making sure like you ask, to always wait a block away. He would spot you quickly shuffling to his car, the black sedan, not the Lambo because that would only raise eyebrows or, so you say. Like always, he drives you back over to the South where the two of you would grab supper, and of course after that, the pair of you would get some donuts and sit on the bench by the riverside which honestly, is his favourite part of the night.

For someone that society often says has nothing to offer, you’ve taught him a great deal. It’s the little quirks about the South that he’s come to learn and appreciate. Over the many weeks, he’s learnt that he should always wear just a simple t-shirt and some jeans, nothing fancy when he’s on this side of the city or else he’ll get mugged… It had been a rather sticky situation that you had managed to get him out of and to this day Jungkook can’t quite remember how it all went down because it had happened so fast. One second the knife was being pointed at him shakily and the next second, it was in yours, the knife now gently sitting against the teenager’s throat, the blade in your hand identical to the two knives tattooed just under his collarbone. Your snarl alone was enough to scare the young boy off and after discarding the knife in a nearby dumpster, you grabbed Jungkook by the wrist and ran, making sure the both of you made it out of that gang’s territory. Ah, that too is something he has learnt. It’s the fact that different parts of the South are controlled by different gangs and you have them all memorized like the back of your hand because it’s a matter of life and death as he had the privilege of learning. Though he tries, he still can’t get the names of the many subset gangs down but could you really blame him for not knowing them? He wonders who comes up with the names because some of them are downright ridiculous but of course, he never says that out loud, too afraid of what will happen if someone heard him.

Just like that near-death experience, Jungkook’s come to accept that every day with you is far from normal and being with you, being down in the South has come to be one of his favourite pastimes, even if he’s been on the brink of danger more times than he would like. To be frank, it’s quite baffling to him how by just crossing a bridge, it’s like he has entered a new world, one that’s so different from the world he lives in. Yet, though there are differences, at the core everyone is the same because like the North, everyone here enjoys good food, would flock to the bars to watch sports and even enjoy art and culture like the people in the North did… which is a surprise to him because he’s always been told that Southerners didn’t know how to appreciate the finer things in life. You had laughed out loud, hand over your belly when Jungkook had told you that because oh how wrong they were. If they just peeked into any one of the penthouses of the high-ranking gang members, they’d find art collections beyond their wildest dreams, sculptures by Picasso, paintings by Klimt, Faberge eggs (you almost broke one… it’s probably why you were never invited into their residence ever again). It’s a sight you’ve only ever had the pleasure of seeing once and safe to say, it’s one that you’ll never forget. Art though appreciated by all, is only something those with money to spare could indulge in and unfortunately, living dollar to dollar means that art is a luxury, one you can’t afford… unless looking at pictures of world-famous paintings online qualifies.

“What’s the museum like?” You ask him, chomping down on your donut.

“Huh?”

“The museum, the one in town with the Picassos and Van Goghs.”

He lets out a light laugh, noting that you were talking about the art museum, one that his family so happens to be a benefactor of.

“You’ve never been?”

“No,” You snort. “Costs a bomb.”

“What do you mean? It’s only $10.”

“If you’re from the North, sure but it’s something ridiculous like $50 for us.”

Jungkook’s left at a loss for words for a while, trying to process that fact.

“I know they have a few Monet pieces in there. He’s my favourite artist,” You murmur, your eyes filled with admiration and delight. You remember seeing a Monet painting for the first time in that gang boss’ penthouse, a piece featuring the French artist’s much-loved subject, water lilies. The painting was stolen en route from the port to the auction house as was much of the art in his house, but somehow it all just looked like it belonged right there in his residence.

“Yeah,” He smiles. “You know they’re doing a special exhibition now, right? The water lilies—”

“The triptych!” You exclaim. “They’re finally reuniting the current piece they have with the other 2 right?”

Jungkook nods his head, surprised that you even knew what he was talking about.

“You have to go! It’s been decades since they’ve been shown together.”

He has no heart to tell you that he’s been to see it already, many times in fact since his family had been the one, among many others to have paid for it to be brought to the city for this very special exhibition. It’s funny to him that you know he has more than enough money to take you, but you don’t ask him to.

You’re sort of in a world of your own, telling him facts about Monet that he already knows but he nods along, listening to you speak because this is when he thinks you look the most beautiful, when you’re so immersed in whatever it is that you’re talking about that you almost forget that he’s there too. Jungkook’s never really liked the museum because he’s only been there when there are private mixers his mother forces him to attend. He hates those events because he would stand around watching person after person spew facts much like the ones you know except they had a different tone to their voice, a pompous one, as if they were trying to prove that they were the only person in the room who knew how to truly appreciate art.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” He asks when you’re finally done telling him about the Frenchman you love so much.

“I have the early evening shift at work tomorrow,” You answer. “I’ll be done around 8, is that okay?”

“That’s perfect,” He smiles. “Wear something fancy.”

“What are we doing?”

“It’s a secret.”

“Are we going to a Michelin star restaurant?” You question excitedly, your eyes lighting up at the prospect of going somewhere that costs possibly your whole month’s salary because if there was one thing you wanted to do in the North, it would be that. “Quick, you have to tell me so I can mentally prepare myself.”

Jungkook laughs, shaking his head before he gazes at you only to find that you’re actually being serious, and he takes a mental note, making sure that he’ll take you to one someday.

“So, what then?”

“It’s a secret,” He shrugs.

“If it’s another cooking class, I’m going to strangle you.”

“It’s not,” He chortles, and you give him a pointed look as if you didn’t believe him. “I swear!” He holds up his hand in promise. It’s much better than a cooking class, he laughs to himself. He doesn’t know what possesses him to even think of taking you to where he has in mind. If he’s seen with you in a place like that, he knows nothing but nasty rumours would surface but he thinks of you, thinks of your smile and somehow it’s enough for him to push his doubts aside, his mind choosing to bank on luck instead. Maybe just for that day, he wouldn’t run into someone he knows.

You let out a reluctant sigh because you hate his surprises. They’re never good ones… like that one time he wouldn’t tell you where he was taking you, so you wore the ugliest pair of jeans you owned because well… you hadn’t found the time to do your laundry yet. You almost groaned out aloud when you were stood at the bottom of the building that was home to the fanciest rooftop bar in the city, and you swore as you walked to the private roped-off section, you saw an A-list celebrity give you a look of disgust, the very same actor you’ve fawned over for years. At least that won’t be happening this time around because funnily, for this surprise, he gives you a dress code.

When Jungkook said fancy, he didn’t specify exactly what level of fancy but either way anything in your closet is far from that so that’s how you find yourself standing in the tiny staff toilet of your workplace, in your best friend’s dress. You think it’s way too flamboyant, but she said it’s the only dress she would let you walk out with because it’s your first date in years and she won’t let you wear anything else. You know that technically it isn’t a date, but you didn’t know what else to tell her the dress was for considering you couldn’t say something along the lines of hey… I got a sugar daddy of my own and funny story, his name is Jeon Jungkook, like you know the heir to a billion dollar company? That Jungkook… so, you lie.

Despite that, you thank your lucky stars that both you and Wendy are the same size but you certainly do not appreciate how she always lends you dresses that are way out of your comfort zone, just something you wouldn’t reach for in a store. The dress is beautiful, modest, not something that would make people do a double take but you’re still uncomfortable in it and perhaps it’s just the fact that you’re not quite used to dressing up at all.

The dress is a rich burgundy tone, of that of a fine wine. The fabric long and flowy, reaching down to your ankles with your heels on and in true Wendy style, has a slit that runs all the way up until your mid-thigh which did not seem like too much of a problem when you had tried it on for the first time but now, as you stride down the pavement, you feel like you’re one wide step away from flashing your panties to the strangers on the street.

Jungkook’s leaning against his car, tapping wildly at his phone, seconds away from reaching a new high score but his head perks up when he hears the frantic click-clack of your heels against the pavement. He’s staring at you, blatantly ogling you as you make your way towards him and he thinks of something smart to say, anything, but all he comes up with is

“Y/N.“

You don’t even stop to greet him, simply flashing him a smile as you make your way around the car to slide into the passenger seat.

“Hello, sorry,” You grin, greeting him once he settles himself into the driver’s seat. “People were staring at me and I think it’s just—” You fumble with your dress, trying to pull the fabric lower.

He waits for you to complete your sentence, but you don’t and that’s fine because he’s completed it for you in his head. It’s just— the fact that you look amazing, drop dead gorgeous in that dress. Obviously, he wants to say it out loud but he decides against it, simply turning the key in its ignition.

“How many cars do you have?” You question, trying to change the subject quick after a few beats of awkward silence, noticing that this car is one you haven’t seen yet.

“Uhh,” Jungkook mumbles as if he had just been shaken out of a trance. “A few…”

He had chosen the most inconspicuous one in his collection of cars, not wanting to draw attention to himself tonight considering that you’ll be by his side, that alone enough to raise a few eyebrows. The rest of the car ride is silent, save for the radio and you choose to let it be, wary of the fact that Jungkook seems to be slightly on edge.

The car weaves in and out of the evening traffic before it comes to a familiar road, one you’ve walked down frequently when you were still in college, the path a little detour you would often take after your classes to walk past a place you’ve always wanted to visit.

The art museum.

As Jungkook pulls into the private parking lot, he tries to hide the smile on his face, pretending that he doesn’t see the pure unadulterated excitement on yours as you gaze upon the building stood in front of you. You should’ve known… but then again, how could you have known? The museum would have been your first guess for tonight’s surprise but considering that it closes at 5 and that it definitely didn’t have a dress code, people often strolling in with shorts and slippers, you had crossed it off the list. So, why exactly are you here, parked at the footsteps of the museum at approximately 8.30 pm in the nicest dress you’ve ever worn?

“The museum… it closes at 5 doesn’t it?” You question.

“It does,” Jungkook answers, turning off the engine. “But they’re having a late-night exhibition this week.”

You furrow your eyebrows because you’re on the museum’s website just about every other day, hoping that one day they’ll announce a reduced pricing for Southerners like you and you remember being on it just yesterday to check but you hadn’t seen any mention of this event.

“It’s a private event,” He murmurs, noting the confusion on your face as the two of you finally move towards the building. “For all the benefactors of the museum.”

You let that thought sink in as the two of you walk up the grand steps of the museum and you try to stay calm, but you know you’re literally beaming because Jungkook lets out a light laugh when he takes a glance at you. You peer up at the banner that hangs across the entrance, its words thanking the donors for the exhibition and ahh, you finally understand when you see the Jeon surname printed at the bottom, in bold. Of course, you sigh.

You’ve never been to the lobby of the museum even if technically you didn’t have to pay to get to this part of it. You admire the tall pillars, the crystal chandeliers and the high ceilings while Jungkook handles the tickets. Glancing around the space, you note a few people in attendance, all dressed in elegant gowns and sophisticated suits, Jungkook himself in a navy-blue suit that made him look like he belonged in a fashion editorial. You assume an event like this was the kind people flocked to because they wanted to be seen, everyone having to be dressed like they were someone that mattered. This whole scene, being in this building alone seemed like a dream, like a fantasy and suddenly you felt out of place.

“Huh?” Jungkook tugs at his tie nervously, taking a quick look around the room.

“It’s couple’s night. If you’re not here with your significant other, we won’t grant you access.”

“I’m sorry?” You hear Jungkook question in a panicked tone and you finally snap back to reality, quickly making you return to his side after having wandered off on your own.

“It’s couple’s night toni— Oh! So you do have a date,” The staff smiles, when she notices you.

“I uhh, I—”

“Yup, a couple,” You smile, intertwining your hands with his, bringing it up to show her because you’ll be damned if you were denied entry to this museum when you were already so close. Jungkook’s so flustered he almost drops the ticket when the staff hands it to him. A picture? She asks pointing to the designated area, a fancy white backdrop with sophisticated lighting all set up. He shakes his head, a little too vehemently you think and with that he tugs you towards the entrance of the exhibition. Even as the both of you pass through the initial security check, he doesn’t remove his hand from yours and neither do you. He steals a quick glance at you, pursing his lips nervously as he silently prays that nobody he knows is here tonight because if his mother hears about this… he’s a goner.

Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief when the both of you finally move into one of the exhibit rooms, the museum a lot quieter now that the lobby was behind you. He had planned to get two separate tickets, staging a Oh, Y/N! What a surprise to see you here! type of meetup just in case that there was an off-chance of one of the museum staff telling his mother about the new lady he’s been spotted with. If there aren’t any pictures, it would just be the staff’s word against his and he thinks he could easily sway his mother into thinking that it’s just mindless gossip. But he guesses all that’s out the window now since well you basically told the lady at the counter that two of you are an item, your name and his printed side by side on a stub that said couple ticket in all capitals.

He silently moves behind you as you drag him through the room, your eyes wide with amazement as you take in the giant art pieces that are being displayed on the walls, almost all of them painted by artists that you know and if you didn’t, you pretended like you did because that’s what people do in places like this, right? Jungkook lets out a light giggle when he sees your eyes shift from side to side nervously before you nod whenever he asked if you knew who the artist is as he points at pieces painted by a lesser-known painter. The truth is, he didn’t really know them either, but you didn’t have to know that. It’s a little pathetic but though he’s been here numerous times, he’s never really taken the time to admire the art. He would always cruise through the rooms looking for an empty standing table so he could drink his champagne in peace and fiddle with his phone, but he guesses this time, it’s different.

The museum seems like an endless labyrinth that you never want to exit, just walls upon walls, all filled with art you’ve never dreamed of seeing in person. Picasso, Matisse, Rembrandt, Van Gogh, you read their names aloud one by one each time you spot a familiar painting, or you know… sometimes you need the little plaque on the side to help you identify them and you know you sound like an idiot, constantly cooing at every single painting but you can’t seem to help yourself. You bounce around excitedly, stopping to take a picture every so often because you’re sure this will be the one and only time you’ll ever see all of this in person.

Jungkook can feel the excitement radiate off you, and he smiles at you, silently swinging your hand that was still in his. He can tell that you’re on another level of happiness, especially so when the both of you reach the French impressionist hall. He laughs when he hears you let out a squeal after spotting the first Monet piece, the classic short, fast strokes and his signature colour palette in the painting a dead giveaway that it’s his work of art. Jungkook taps you on the shoulder and points towards the curved wall at the end of the room where Monet’s water lilies sat and he could see your jaw drop, your free hand fiddling through your sling purse for your phone. You walk over like a woman on a mission and Jungkook can’t help but smile as you pull him along with you, almost tripping on his own two feet as you hasten your steps, the sound of your heels reverberating around the room.

You stand before the painting, looking at it with child-like wonder, your fingers almost reaching out to touch it. The painting, this one in particular, is a lot bigger in real life and a lot nicer too, obviously. It’s much larger than the one you had seen before in the home of one of the gang leaders. This piece is one of his more elaborate works, the 3 paintings looking almost seamless placed side by side.

Many people don’t understand how art can invoke certain emotions and perhaps in this moment you wished you were one of those socialites who had a number of sophisticated words to explain just what it was like to stand before a painting like this but the only word you can think of is, breath-taking. There is beauty in the detail of his work, the precise brush strokes, some soft and delicate while others heavy and brash but what brought it all together is the gradient of colours, one that gave the painting an almost fairy-tale like aura, as if light was emanating from it. You take so many photos that Jungkook has, you assume, gotten bored and decided to take a seat on the bench.

“I’m sorry,” You mumble shyly, shuffling forwards to take a seat next to him. “It’s just… it’s Monet and I got carried away. We can leave—”

“No, no,” He laughs. “I just like the view from here.”

You nod at that, smiling before you intertwine your fingers with his again, turning to look at the painting, admiring how it seemed like an endless pond when you looked at it sat from that spot. A little smile dances on Jungkook’s lips when he turns away from the painting to look down at his hand because he won’t lie, he likes the way your hand fits in his… platonically of course, he reminds himself because yeah, friends can totally hold hands.

“Thank you,” You murmur. “You’ve probably been here a million times… and this must be so boring for you so, thank you.”

Boring? Oh, on the contrary. This is probably the only time Jungkook has enjoyed the museum, the only time he actually looked at the art hanging on the walls. He’s always seen people go on museum dates, be it in movies or on the occasional time he drops by for his mother’s sake and he’s never really understood the appeal of that until now, that is. He won’t tell you but while you were admiring the water lilies, he’s taken a dozen or so pictures of you. You just look adorable so deep in thought, or admiration, he couldn’t really tell but he loved the look of pure contentment on your face for it was as if you were at peace. Also, the fact that you look quite stunning in that burgundy dress didn’t help either and although he’s been wanting to tell you that all night, he isn’t quite sure how to bring it up.

“It’s nothing, really,” He smiles. “I actually quite like the museum.” Which technically is a lie, but at least for today, it’s a half-truth because he’s come to like the museum thanks to you.

“By the way, couple’s night huh?” You cock an eyebrow. “Are you trying to tell me something? This is the second time,” You tease, referring to the cooking class a few months ago, that too had been a couple’s only affair.

“No I— Look, I didn’t know. I thought—”

“I’m just joking,” You laugh. “You always get so flustered, it’s adorable,” You smile while he scowls at you, letting out a huff before he gives in, laughing along with you.

You only dare to tease him because you know he’ll never look at you in that way. It’s the same reason as to why you don’t mind holding his hand for the sake of pretending to be a couple. Him wanting to be with you is a thought you can’t even fathom. Not because you weren’t worthy of him, or because he was out of your league in that sense but it’s just against societal norms and you’re not really one to go against the grain, too afraid to venture out of what is expected of you because the North and the South, they just never mix. You presume, Jungkook is thinking the same. For him, the stakes are much higher, his entire reputation on the line.

The two of you sit on the bench for perhaps another hour or so, silently chatting as you both admired the art around you. Like always, there isn’t a particular topic that the both of you discuss, it’s just seemingly an amalgamation of things that happened throughout the day or week but it makes Jungkook happy nonetheless. He notices that when he’s with you it’s like the world around him disappears and it’s just you and him. When he’s around you, the burden of being a Jeon, of holding up an image dissolves and he’s allowed to say whatever’s on his mind no matter how childish or stupid it is. He knows you won’t make fun of him for it or you do, endlessly, but at least you don’t look at him like you’re judging him. As the two of you finally move to exit to the lobby, he can’t help but wish all his museum visits were like this, him hand in hand with you, listening to you mumble about how if you ever get the chance to go to Paris, you wouldn’t want to visit the Louvre first, you’d rather visit the Musée de l'Orangerie where they had a curved oval room built specially for Monet’s water lilies piece, the walls of the room covered with multiple pieces, as if you were standing in the middle of his pond in Giverny, France. Jungkook nods, making sure to keep that piece of information somewhere in his mind for future reference as you continue to talk. A trip to Paris… with a friend that he may or may not be kind of slowly beginning to fall for… it’s not too shabby of an idea, isn’t it?

A laugh interrupts the both of you as you enter the lobby and when Jungkook realizes who it’s coming from, he pulls his hand away from yours in an instant, quickly putting a considerable distance between you and him. His sudden movement catches the attention of the young man, his eyebrow quirking up in confusion as he pulls away from his previous conversation, but he sees those big doe eyes staring back at him like a deer caught in the headlights and a smile of recognition graces his lips.

“Jungkook,” The man smiles before making his way towards him, the lady next to him flashing an equally dazzling grin.

“Kihyun,” Jungkook smiles nervously in return.

“A surprise to see you here… Thought you were never really a fan of the arts.”

“My uhh, friend—” He hesitates, gauging the man’s expression. “M-my friend’s friend wanted to have a look at the special exhibition, so I thought why not?” He points towards you, lying through his teeth effortlessly.

“Ahh,” Kihyun nods. “That’s more like it. He’d never come here willingly,” He turns to you, laughing and you let out a light laugh too, a little confused as to who exactly this man is and what exactly was happening. You sway awkwardly in your spot, not really knowing what you should do… introduce yourself? Fade into the background?

“A picture?” The museum’s resident photographer questions interrupting the conversation, and you watch as panic flashes across Jungkook’s face. You can see him struggling, giving you a worried look and you send him an understanding smile, giving him a small nod in reassurance that told him that you knew what you had to do.

“Go ahead,” You grin politely, stretching your hands outwards. “I have a call to make. I’m sorry,” You point towards your phone as you excuse yourself, moving towards the exit.

You turn back to watch Jungkook pose next to the couple, his signature smile on display and you wonder if the Jungkook that the couple knows is different to the one that you know. Sometimes when you’re with him, you think despite his occasionally exquisite clothing and his decadent taste for all things fine, he seems like he could be someone who lives just a street away from you but other times, like this, you’re reminded who you are to him. You’re reminded that you are just a mere visitor in his life, someone who will never be able to stand by his side.

Jungkook lets out a deep sigh when he finally finds you standing by the car, mindlessly scrolling through your social media. There’s a look of relief that washes over his face when he reaches you, as if he’s glad that he finally got out of there. The headlights flash when he unlocks the car and he only gestures for you to get in.

“Seems like one of your good friends,” You mumble once you settle into the passenger seat of the car.

Jungkook snorts at that, his fingers rubbing circles into his temple. A soft thud resounds as he relaxes his head against the seat, another sigh escaping his lips.

“He’s just someone in my social circle and I hate his guts but you know, I had to play nice.”

You only nod at that because, no, you don’t understand why he pretends to be nice to people he hates.

“Also, I’m sorry about all of that back there,” He mumbles. “It’s just… if anyone sees us together, holding hands, there’s going to be rumours and my mother, she’ll freak… I just—"

“Right, no, I get that,” You nod. “I uhh… won’t do it again. It’s just the museum and the couple thing, so I thought we had to hold hands…”

“No, I mean— Yeah, it’s fine.” He scratches the back of his neck, his mouth hanging open as if he wanted to say something but then he bites his lip, deciding against it. “Let’s go get supper, yeah?”

You light up at that word and smile eagerly, clicking on your seat belt as you nodded your head.

Jungkook’s upset, very much so but he does a great job at hiding it, smiling as he listens to you speak over a hot bowl of noodles. He didn’t mean for it to sound like that, as if he didn’t want people to see you with him but it’s just… complicated. The whole time during supper, he almost wants to reach over and hold your hand that’s resting ever so delicately on the table, but he knows he shouldn’t because… platonic, this is meant to be platonic. But, was it really? He could change the rules, right? After all, he never said it in words exactly on the contract… He doesn’t really know why he gets all nervous and flustered whenever you tease him about the prospect of it, perhaps it’s because he’s never felt feelings so real, so tangible but things are great now just the way it is, well technically it was before Kihyun showed up that is, he sighs. He decides to leave it as is, hoping that this little bump doesn’t change anything between you and him and looking at you, it’s as if it hasn’t because you’re standing up, telling him that it was time for some donuts and Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice because he’s throwing down a 20-dollar bill, excitedly hopping out of the store after you.

The donut store is thankfully just a stone’s throw away from the restaurant and as the two of you step in, the light bell on the door tinkling, the owner of the store Mr. Kang lights up, greeting the both of you. Mr. Kang knows you and more recently, Jungkook by name considering that the two of you have been frequenting his store so much lately. He throws in an extra powdered donut on the house when you show up at the counter to pay because he finds it hilarious how the two of you are always bickering over who’s paying. As always, you pay for the donuts because well, you want to. You knew that he chose to go to the museum tonight because you had mentioned it, so you felt it was only right if you paid. Jungkook frowns at that because you always, always find a reason to pay, never letting him pay for it. But as usual, he’ll eventually find a way to slip in some money into your purse when you’re not looking.

“Listen, I’m sorry about the thing at the museum,” Jungkook murmurs, as the two of you take a seat on the bench, the bag of donuts placed safely between you and him. “And also, thank you for making an excuse when the photographer came up… but I don’t want you to think that I—”

“Jungkook, you don’t have to explain yourself. I understand,” You smile, your hand digging into the bag to find a donut.

“It’s just…”

“Hey, it’s okay,” You laugh, reassuring him. “I know people talk and you have an image to keep up. It’s my job to make sure that I’m unnoticeable when people you know are around,” You shrug, taking a bite of the donut.

You say the sentence without any malice or hurt because truly, you do understand and all of this after all is a job, one you intend to be good at. Jungkook knows you don’t see any wrong with what had happened tonight but he still feels guilty that he has to hide you away like a secret whenever he’s in the city, always having a lie thought up in the back of his mind just in case anyone catches him with you. Catches. It’s as if he’s doing something criminal, something illegal when in actual fact he’s just spending time with you, another human being. Perhaps that’s why he much prefers being here, sitting on a bench in the South with you, because down here, nobody cares about who he is and what he’s doing. Here by the river, he could be free, he could breathe, but most of all he could be next to you and not have to look over his shoulder every once in a while. He wishes it could be like this always but alas that’s not how the world works.

“I mean it’s a mutual thing, right? You’ve never introduced me to any of your friends,” He pouts jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s because you’re embarrassed of me isn’t it?”

“Very,” You nod exaggeratedly. “The fact that I’m sitting here with you right now? An atrocity! My street cred is dropping by the minute.”

“Yet, here you are.”

“Yet, here I am,” You smile. “It’s just my heart hurts knowing that you have no other friends so, I can’t possibly abandon you, no?” You feign pity, putting your hand to your heart while Jungkook scowls at you.

“I have plenty of friends, okay,” He defends, frowning. “They’re just… they’re… different.”

“Hey, hey, I’m just joking,” You smile. “I know you have friends aplenty but, none of them are as cool as me, am I right? None of them can stuff a whole donut into their mouth, right?”

“I hardly think that’s something to be proud of.”

“You take that back! You’ll be saying something else when I win the donut eating championship.”

“That doesn’t exist,” He scoffs.

“Well I’ll make it happen!”

Jungkook doesn’t even know how to reply anymore and resigns to just laughing at you because you’re just… you’re special, is all he can say. There is no other way to describe you because you’re unique, just… a little bit of everything, really. It baffles him to no end because sometimes you had that child-like innocence, trying to tell him you’re the only person in the world that could fit a donut in your mouth without choking and other times you had the maturity of a businessperson that’s been in the game as long as his grandfather, answering Jungkook’s logistics related questions with ease. Sometimes you speak about life with this care-free tone, as if whatever will be, will be, but other times there’s a hint of darkness in your voice, almost as if you’ve only known pain and you can’t look beyond that. You have a certain mystique to you and it draws him in because Jungkook’s not very sure about anything when it comes to you, not your past, not your present and most of the time he’s piecing together the tiny tidbits you feed him, but nothing seems to fit. In any case, he does the same to you, never giving you the full story but to be fair, all there is to know about him can be found online or in magazines but you, he couldn’t do the same with you.

He wonders about the little things, like how you only ever mention your mother and not your father or how the only friend you talk about is one named Wendy and of course, the one he’s most curious about, how you had managed to leave the gang you once mentioned you were part of, the very same one that robbed his grandfather off the joy of having his first Ferrari. Jungkook didn’t know much about gangs but he knew that once you were in one, there was hardly any way out… unless you paid a large sum of money, but you had spoken about leaving it behind so nonchalantly as if you had just decided to leave one day and walked straight out. Of course, he never asks because he’s not sure if it’s his place to. Sometimes, he thinks it’s better just not to know because perhaps there was a reason why you kept him in the dark to all of this. All he knows is he still has his walls up to a certain degree, not really sure if you could have a hidden motive, even if it was him who had approached you first.

After that night, Jungkook is a little too hesitant to be seen with you in the North, too afraid he’d bump into another one of his acquaintances or even worse, his mother which in all honesty, is a little ridiculous considering the North was big enough for him to go through it the entire day without seeing anyone he knows unless it was for business purposes, but he keeps thinking what if. He knows you must be silently cursing him because what kind of sugar daddy takes out their sugar baby to $5 dinners at some stall that he’s quite sure failed their health inspection, if they ever were inspected that is… but he can’t help that the food in the South tastes so damn good. You seem unfazed by it all, which he is thankful for and he’s starting to think that it’s funny that he’s got the better end of the deal without him even thinking of that to begin with. All his life, he was taught to be prim and proper but you expose him to a life that’s far different from his, one that’s reckless and chaotic which sometimes he enjoys while other times… not so much.

Jungkook had just excused himself to use the bathroom which was quite honestly just a drain by the back of the store and after slathering his hand with a tube of the pocket hand sanitizer that he’s made a habit of bringing around now, he makes his way back to the table only to find you stopping him in the middle of the restaurant to whisper in his ear.

“Have you ever dined and dashed?” You ask, your voice almost inaudible with the loud chattering in the background. He pulls away to give you a confused look and that was all you needed to know the answer to your question. “Well, you’re going to,” You smile wickedly, the same smile you would flash him whenever you were going to make him do something he shouldn’t be.

He scoffs at you, not understanding why you were saying that when he had his wallet just… wait— He frantically pats the pockets of his jeans only to remember that he had left it on the table when he had left for the restroom.

“Y/N…” He calls your name, his voice slightly panicked as he chases after you.

“Hey! Where are you guys going?” He hears a man shout from the back of the restaurant.

“If you want to go home with all your limbs intact, I suggest you run,” Is the last thing he hears you say before you sprint down the street. Jungkook is left standing there like an idiot when he hears the man from before charging down the length of the restaurant screaming, stop them!!!

Jungkook takes off running, his feet pounding down the sidewalk as he glances back to see a couple burly men chase him, the man leading them wielding a butcher knife. Pure fear drives him to move his legs faster, his heart pounding against his ribcage but he wills his body to continue moving forward. In the dark of the night, he squints just to see you in the distance, making sure he took the same turns as you because from what he’s heard, one wrong turn and he’ll find himself in the wrong neighbourhood. You lead him in and out a series of alleyways, making him climb dumpsters to jump over short walls. His body feels like giving in, his lungs starting to feel like it had been set on fire, but you continue running, occasionally turning back to tell him to catch up and so he heaves his body forward, praying that his legs won’t give up on him.

After what seems like ages, you finally come to a stop once you turn a corner and Jungkook’s feet skids across the pavement as he rests right in front of you.

“They’re probably not far behind us, we have to—” Jungkook chokes, his chest heaving heavily as he struggles to catch his breath.

Even as you pant, you can’t help but laugh, bringing a hand up to ruffle his hair.

“They lost us three blocks back,” You smile, briskly walking past him. “I believe this is yours.” You toss his wallet back towards him and Jungkook struggles to catch it, his hands still shaking from all that adrenaline.

“Why the hell did you do that? We could’ve gotten into serious trouble.”

“Calm down,” You laugh. “They were in on it. I told them you’re a Northerner and that I wanted to scare you good.”

“I hate you.”

“If anything, you should be grateful you have me,” You grin. “That was a good workout wasn’t it?”

“I swear I’m going to lose all my fucking hair before I turn 30 because of you.”

This was only one of the many times you’ve made him feel like it’s his last night on Earth because apparently in your free time you like do things like this, things that were inherently illegal like not paying for meals, driving recklessly and your personal favourite, trespassing. Good god, do you love trespassing. Sometimes Jungkook feels like you can’t read signs because they would say no trespassing, trespassers will be prosecuted in all capitals no less but you would shrug and tell him you didn’t see it, that there’s nothing to worry about anyway. In some cases that was true, like the abandoned subway station you once took him to. That was a real experience.

The subway station had been closed for decades and it felt like stepping into a time capsule, like time had stopped because the stands held newspaper that have turned a musty yellow and the old tile walls were filled with flyers about the 1988 Winter Olympics. Being there just made him feel like he had stepped into a portal that took him 30 years back… not that he was alive then but still. Laying down on the train tracks and exploring the old abandoned subway cars with you is something he doubts he’ll ever forget but that experience… that wouldn’t compare to one of the many the other times you made him trespass. In one particular case, the sign really mattered because one second you’re pointing out the logistics operation system of one of the main subset gangs in the South, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets as he watches all the drugs and stolen cargo get sorted and moved for distribution with almost clinical like precision then the next second, you’re yanking him by the collar, telling him to run as three rabid dogs start chasing the two of you from a distance. To be honest, at this point, danger is like second nature to him and truly that is all thanks to you. Every day spent with you is an adventure, whether he wanted it to be or not and most of the time his stress levels spike to an all time high which he thinks is why he sees more hair than usual at the drain of his shower.

“Well you know what they say… bald men are the sexiest,” You wink, letting a light laugh slip past your lips and Jungkook can only shake his head at you.

“You’re really… something else, aren’t you?” He laughs, slinging his arm across your shoulder. “Anyway, listen, we have to go back and pay for our supper.”

“We did pay. I left some money under our plates… well technically it was your money plus some tips because I made them chase after us. I told them I’d give them $50 if they could catch us, but they didn’t know what they were up against. We’ve had some good practice beforehand, haven’t we?” You smile, referring to the time Jungkook thought he’d either have his legs completely chewed off by the dogs or if he was lucky, just escape with rabies from a bite but somehow you got him out of there alive, with his legs still attached to him and also, no rabies.

“And who’s $50 would that be if they had caught us?”

“Yours of course,” You smile. “I don’t have that type of money on me, you know that.”

“So, you’d bet $50 of my money but you won’t let me buy you donuts, ever?”

You simply shrug your shoulders, giving him a playful grin before you take off running, shouting, “First one there gets to pay for the donuts!”

Jungkook shakes his head momentarily before he runs after you, catching up to you in an instant before he realizes that he doesn’t know where he is anyway so again as always, you pay for the donuts because you get there first. He laughs the moment the two of you settle on the familiar bench by the riverside because it’s ridiculous to think there are actually people in this world that fucking sprint just so that they could pay for some donuts and that those people that he’s talking about are in actual fact two idiots, that being you and him. As the pair of you continue the tradition of eating donuts and talking for hours by the riverside, he can only look at you all dreamy-eyed, his heart fluttering whenever you turn to smile at him, the powdered sugar coating your pretty lips. He doesn’t really know when it started, or to be more specific, he doesn’t know when his thoughts morphed from man, she’s kinda crazy but hanging out with her makes me happy to man, she’s definitely crazy and hanging out with her makes me so happy that my heart does backflips but most of all she makes me want to scream into an abyss because all I want to do is kiss her stupid lips. But of course, he wanted to kiss you like… platonically… you know? Because that’s what this was between you and him, just a platonic… thing. It’s a concept that seems to become more difficult to grasp with each passing day.

As the days go by, Jungkook finds flirty one-liners dropping out of his mouth without his consent and sometimes they’re so bad they make him cringe but it’s worth it because he gets to watch you stutter and blush full on, probably looking the same way he does whenever you tease him about being a couple. Ah, being a couple. He shies away from the idea of that because what the two of you have now is so good, too good for him to give up and he doesn’t know if he wants to throw away a friendship in hopes for something more. It’s rather nice, the silent cat and mouse game the two of you play. It makes his chest warm and mushy whenever he sees you with your eyes wide, mouth agape whenever he says something a little too forward. Cute, cute, cute. That’s all he can think when he sees you smile ear to ear, laughing as you smack his chest in attempt to hide the blush that creeps onto your cheeks.

He’s not quite sure what changes between the two of you but you start to tell him more about you from topics that makes his heart sink like how both you and your mother had left your abusive father when you were young to much lighter stories like the one time you and Wendy had sneaked into one of the swankiest club in the North. There’s a giant gaping hole in the stories you tell him though, avoiding the part where you had first come to the city but he doesn’t prod, knowing that it probably has to do with the gang you were once a part of. To be frank, the idea of gangs still scares Jungkook, the young boy trying to mug him his one and only true encounter with gang life and that alone had been enough to shake him to his core. Even so, he can’t help but question where exactly this gang you speak of is, why you never tell him any stories associated with them. Jungkook however, gets his answer to that that question about a week later and truthfully, he’s never seen you look so hurt before that he almost wishes you hadn’t told him.

It’s a grim day, he can tell just by the look on your face that something isn’t quite right, the bouquet in your hand enough to tell him that it’s a day of mourning. Walking to the familiar bench by the river, he notices that the melancholic atmosphere seems to envelop the South as a whole, as if a giant grey cloud was covering the entire area. It’s the anniversary of the day where the devastating fire had burned down a small row of apartment complexes, you tell him when you notice him staring at the makeshift memorial in the distance. Over 100 lives were lost today about two or so years ago and yet, Jungkook is perhaps only one of the very few people from the North that’s ever heard of the tragedy. The candles and flowers all laid by the riverside only adds to the tristful atmosphere and as you lay a bouquet of your own among the hundreds that are already there, Jungkook rests his hand on your back as a form of consolation.

“I joined the gang in order to survive,” You begin out of nowhere, breaking the silence as the two of you take a seat on the bench. “I needed to make money and a part-time job just wasn’t cutting it.”

You’re not proud of how you managed to pay off your first-year student loans but hey, earning $9 per hour was only enough to make sure you had food on your table since whatever was left, you sent to your mother anyway. You knew you had to make big money and you had to make it fast. The only way you could do that was by gambling, which was risky and obviously, illegal but it was your only choice. If there was anything you learnt while growing up in that unstable household with your mother, it was how to play poker. You were good at it, too good and by the time you had earned half of your tuition, the underground gambling establishment was threatening you with knives for cheating, even when you hadn’t done so. It was either join the gang or be killed so, you had no choice but to essentially sell your soul to them.

You won’t lie, though you were upset about having to be a part of something you promised you would stay away from, there was a sense of security in having not only friends but also a family… after you gained their trust that is. At first, you were forced to peddle drugs on street corners and you were quite literally shaking with fear every time you heard sirens in the distance but when they discovered your interest in logistics, you were given the task of deciding things like when the drugs should be moved, where it should be stored or how to maximize space in their dingy little warehouses. In some ways, you’re glad to have had that chance because the fact that you actually got to apply some of what you learnt in class in real life, had quite possibly helped you through your degree… even if that probably isn’t what your professor had meant when he said to try using the concepts in the real world.

Of course, with gang life wasn’t all work and no play. It came with some glitz and glamour, that being crazy nights at the clubs where you would see the staff carry a literal bathtub filled with champagne bottles to your table… which was great of course but one your most cherished experiences had to be the times where you drove expensive cars every now and then. Sometimes, well most of the times really, they were stolen but the details were something you preferred not to know. For you, being in the gang meant you did what you were told, you showed up when you were called upon and most importantly, you never asked questions because in your opinion, the less you knew about them and the less they knew about you, the better.

Your life in the gang was far from over the top, in fact the perks you enjoyed was only that of the lower-tier members, but you weren’t complaining… as long as you had enough money to pay your loans, you were happy. In your two years with them, you’ve seen and heard of many who jump ship to other gangs, wanting more than what yours could give because the gang you were a part of was a small one. Those who left or shall you say tried to, are probably rotting in a ditch somewhere because the boss didn’t take too kindly to those who weren’t loyal but there are a lucky few who are still standing and have probably receded into the provinces to hide out the rest of their days.

Sometimes, it seems so far away but to think that just two years ago, you belonged to a gang… the idea itself seems so foreign but you know it’ll be something you can never forget, even if you wanted to. Every time you see a triangle, the symbol of your gang, you can’t think about anything else. There are times where you see it tattooed on the arms of another and you look over at their face, feeling pity wash over you because they were once a part of what you were too. They were once part of The Trinity.

The Trinity was once the most feared gang despite their small size but even then, you had almost laughed aloud when they told you their name because the name whether on purpose or not was a little hilarious considering all the sinful behaviour they partook in. You learnt later on that they were no laughing matter because they were a subset of The Triple Axes, a much larger gang, in fact one of the largest and most ruthless in the country. Most of the The Triple Axes’ power laid in the provinces where half of it was under their control, their only two rivals, were Vis and KXZ, who ruled the other half but they too had their subsets in the South, ones that were much stronger than The Trinity.

“The Trinity,” Jungkook mumbles and you can tell how he’s holding back a laugh. “I’m sorry.” He licks his lips as you scowled at him playfully.

You smile back at him, shaking your head as your scowl disappeared.

“It’s fine,” You grin. “I almost laughed the first time I heard it too.”

“The Trinity,” He mumbles again. “You keep talking about them in past tense,” He notes, thinking about how you said things like they were, they had, and not they are or they have.

“That’s because they are past tense,” You sigh, pointing towards the flowers.

You remember hearing the blaring sirens, the fire engines arriving much too late as you stood down the street in your pyjamas watching as the flames blaze a bright orange, engulfing the buildings in a violent fury. It had happened in an instant, those on the scene said. At first it was a small explosion in the middle apartment but then like a domino effect everyone could only watch as it spread, the breeze carrying the flames across to the neighbouring buildings. It was like an inferno had swallowed up the three buildings, the heat emanating from the fire so hot it felt like your skin was melting, even if you were a good distance away from it. It was pure chaos on the streets, everyone wanting to do something but many not knowing what to do. The fact that less than proper materials were used to build the building meant that what would’ve taken hours for a fire to spread only took mere minutes, the gas leak that had gone neglected by the government did nothing to help either. It’s a sight you never want to see again, people jumping down to their death because they didn’t want to die being burnt alive, their screams of terror forever seared into your memory.

The apartment complexes were sat on the edge of The Trinity’s domain, many of the residents were those higher up in the hierarchy of The Trinity gang but the other gangs didn’t stand by and watch, they didn’t hesitate. The brave men from The Trinity or otherwise, ran into the buildings, trying to save whomever they could find. Many of them suffered the same fate of the residents of those apartments for nobody could’ve expected just how fast the flames would move, the fire on the lower floors essentially trapping those higher up, the smoke so thick that most inside the building perished before the fire even got to them and if neither the smoke or fire reached them, it was the carbon monoxide by product from the gas leak that suffocated them.

The total body count was never determined, the number reported hovering about 100 but everyone knew that was a conservative figure, it was likely double or triple that considering how people would pack families into even a one-bedroom apartment. In just one night, the South had lost a good portion of their citizens, many of which belonged to the Trinity gang, almost the entire group decimated in the fire. So many families, so many souls, all gone in a single night.

The rescuers tried to look for survivors once the fire was put out but it was evident that there weren’t going to be any. Just like that, you had lost every one of your friends, you had lost your entire… family.

This had all come just days after you and your friends were caught by the police for reckless driving… among other things, but the drugs in the glove box are conveniently left out of the report and perhaps you guess, corruption works both ways, sometimes against you and luckily in that case, for you. You didn’t walk away scot free though, a reckless driving citation now neatly printed on your record and out of all things, this was what gave you the wake up call you needed. You had to find a way out of The Trinity before things spiralled out of control and you guess, with the fire, you finally got that. You wanted out, of course you did but… if it had meant losing all of them then maybe you wouldn’t have wished for a way out.

“Yeah, just one night, just a few hours and they were gone. Every single one of them,” You sigh. “And sometimes I think my hate for the government gets a little out of hand but then I think back to this and… I just can’t see how I’m supposed to forgive them.”

Jungkook nods silently because there’s nothing he can say. He can only imagine your pain, losing every single person that you know in just one day and in a way that was completely preventable… that’s something he wouldn’t wish upon even his worst enemy.

“The gas leak, the shitty building materials, the slow response to the fire, like fine, we can’t change that but the fact that they didn’t even have the decency to build us a memorial after everything was done and dusted? That’s just plain disrespectful,” You spit. “Do you know what it’s like? To hear that they won’t be building a memorial because they don’t have the money for it but then a week after they reveal plans to build a statue of the mayor’s dog? It’s downright disgusting,” You scoff and Jungkook can hear the hatred behind your words, pure anger dripping off every syllable and he doesn’t blame you.

“But, it’s fine, we can make our own memorial just fine. So that’s what this is, this place,” You gesture to your surroundings from the bench and it all clicks for Jungkook, the puzzle pieces all fitting together.

“So that’s why this place is the only crime-free zone in the South…”

“Yup, the heads of the other two major subsets declared this place as no man’s land, free territory until the end of time because it’s meant to be a place to remember all the lost lives.”

“It’s a nice spot,” He hums, taking in the view now that he has a different perspective of the place.

“There’s a reason for it,” You smile. “Call us petty or whatever but when we built this memorial, we wanted to hit the North where it hurt. They said we couldn’t build any monuments so we decided to cement over this whole place instead, cutting off access to the road that used to lead to the port.”

“That’s why we all have to go through the main road, the one narrow street that makes it easy for the gangs to target our shipments.”

“Bingo.” You click your tongue, flashing him a single finger gun. “We thought they’d cave after, give us a monument in turn for the road but I guess they just don’t care,” You shrug.

This time, Jungkook’s angry on your behalf as well as his own because how hard would it be for the mayor to build something in remembrance of the victims? The government had failed the South far too many times and they couldn’t even give them this one thing? Jungkook thinks it’s because the mayor has a grudge against the people of the South, the days he spent patrolling this area when he was a young police officer had caused him to build some sort of irrational hate towards its residents. Perhaps the violence he saw in the streets was what made him change career paths, choosing to be a politician instead. To think that Jungkook’s biggest headaches would be solved if the mayor would just swallow his pride, admit that the South unlike what he thinks, did deserve their own emergency services, did deserve to have buildings that are built in accordance to the fire code and most importantly that they did deserve to be treated like human beings, because they are in fact, human! The only difference between them and him is their post code but the fact that Northern slang for Southerners is the word scum is enough to tell Jungkook that it’ll be years before anyone in power would do anything about it. Until then, Jungkook would just have to consult you weekly on which path his cargo drivers should take just so the goods could make it from the port to the city or vice versa, without being ambushed.

“Wait, so… technically both you and Wendy are the only surviving members of The Trinity then?”

“Wendy? The Trinity?” You laugh wildly at the thought of her being even slightly involved in gang life. She’s far too good to be caught up in all of that. “No, she’s not a— She was never part of The Trinity or any other gang for that matter. I met her in college.”

“Oh… I just thought— I mean you said…”

“Yeah, she’s the only exception,” You smile. The only living friend you had, of course with the exception of Jungkook. “I met her shortly after you know, all of that…”

Wendy though you’ve only known her for a little over 2 years, is your rock, your whole entire world because she’s the one that helped you pick up the pieces, help you get your life back together again. Moving into the same apartment as her in your 3rd year of college is the sole reason you made it through your degree anyway, both emotionally and financially. She had let you skip on rent and utilities far too many times, often waving you off when you tried to pay, assuring you that her sugar daddy had taken care of it. You really wonder where you’d be if you hadn’t met her. Perhaps you’d be like the other stragglers, joining another one of the other subsets.

“So really all I have is just Wendy… and you… which is funny because you’re paying me to be your friend,” You laugh, almost a sad one but the smile you flash him is so grateful and you hope he knows that even though he pays you for your company, you mostly stay because he’s too kind to you, listens to you ramble on and on about things nobody cares about. His heart almost breaks in his chest when he lets the words settle, the impact of what you had said hitting him full force. His hands twitch by his side almost reaching out so he can hug you, hold you, hoping that his touch can somehow take some of that pain away. All he wanted to do was to let you know that yes, you most definitely had him, that the fact that he paid for your company didn’t make the friendship any less real.

“Told you we’re soulmates,” He mumbles shyly, bringing his hand up to pet you on the head. “Just two people in real desperate need of company,” He smiles lopsidedly, his hand dropping slightly so the back of his fingers brushes against your cheekbone, his eyes staring into yours almost as if he wants to say something more but he quickly drops his hand completely, busying himself with the paper bag that held the donuts when he notices you furrow your eyebrows at him, as if you were questioning his semi-intimate gesture.

His fingers finally finds the last donut in the bag but he almost drops it because his heart stutters, does a flip and then fucking almost leaps out of his chest when he feels you wrap your arms around his other hand, your head resting against his shoulder as you let out a sigh.

“Well then thank you, soulmate, for listening to me talk for hours about useless nonsense,” You smile. “I’m sure you had something very different in mind when you were looking for a sugar baby at that conference,” You snort, laughing.

That was true, Jungkook had gone into the conference looking for a girl that was perhaps a little ditzy, someone who was easily impressed or at least someone he could coax into doing all the mundane things he wanted to do and when he approached you and talked to you, you seemed nothing like what he had in mind but you just felt… right. Somehow, he didn’t feel as if he was having a forced conversation with you which is a feeling he’s not too familiar with considering that almost everyone he’s ever met puts him on some pedestal.

You took some time to warm up to him, to truly be comfortable and if anything, the past few months with you has been nothing but exhilarating to him. You were unlike any person he’s met, so daring, quite possibly borderline insane in some ways with how you flirt with danger but then you’re so soft, so vulnerable with him that he feels whenever he’s ready, he could tell you things that have been weighing down on him for years and know that you’ll be there to listen with no other purpose than to be a source of comfort for him. With you he just felt at peace, which was hilarious considering his life has been at threat more than it has ever been since meeting you. From being chased by rabid dogs to driving down highways at twice the speed limit, he wonders how it is that you always manage to keep both you and him out of trouble every time. With time, he learns more and more about you, slowly peeling off the many layers you seem to have. The more he learns about you, the more he feels himself develop feelings that are… much to his dismay, not platonic. It’s a thought he prefers to ignore so, when he feels you snuggle closer, he lets his shoulders slump down, his own head now resting against yours as he holds you closer. He wishes to capture this moment and all of it’s essence in a picture he could keep forever but he guesses his memory will just have to do.

Click. Click. Click.

The signature sound of a camera goes off in the distance and the man smiles as he leans forward in his seat, his lens sticking out of the window. Ah, if only Jungkook looked back, he would’ve known that he didn’t have to wish so hard because in all the months he’s been with you, every single possible meet-up has been well documented. The hooded man peers at the screen of his camera, admiring his handiwork with the sickest smile on his lips. In the North or the South, it didn’t matter. Contrary to what Jungkook thinks, he isn’t safe at all, at least not when he’s with you.

Despite staying up late with Jungkook that night, chatting away on that bench, you show up at the port for work like always, in your uniform all neatly pressed and to your surprise, right on time. You had thought you’d at least be 10 minutes late considering how hard it had been to get out of bed but you let out a sigh, one between relief and tiredness as you punch in your card. You put on your hard-hat before walking out into the container yard, your walkie-talkie strapped onto your waistband already beginning to sound, a worker in the yard calling for you. Though you’re a relatively new addition to the team, almost everyone working in the port knew you by name. How could they not? You’ve made their lives so much easier now that they’re not being constantly berated by the boss.

You’re much too good at your job, your manager at the port, Mr. Choi, is thoroughly impressed with how you’ve managed to improve the efficiency of the port as a whole. The ships now leave on time considering that it was being loaded without any hitches, a lost container now a rare occurrence. All the individual teams on ground or in the control room, work together like a well-oiled machine. You’ve only been working here a short three months but he doesn’t remember the last time he heard a “B-boss… we can’t find one of the containers.” Which to him is a goddamn miracle considering that had been a sentence he would hear almost daily.

He sits in his office, smiling to himself because it’s all so surreal to him that you’ve managed to change the port from an embarrassment to one that’s slowly climbing it’s way up the ranks. Of course, nowhere near the top 50, oh he wouldn’t dream it but breaking the top 100 is something he thinks he deserves to be proud of. To think that you, someone who had come in looking as timid as a little mouse had been able to do so much? It baffles him entirely, but to be fair, he knew you were special, knew it when he heard you speaking in the break room to an obviously uninterested co-worker, talking statistics and alternate routes for the trucks. No one in his 25 odd years here in this port gave a hoot about their job until you came along, wanting to change everything, but for some reason, you would clam up the moment you see him.

You’re a feisty little firecracker, spouting off ideas at the speed of light… but only to people who could care less about what you think or frankly just didn’t understand what the hell you’re talking about. He listened in to your conversation for weeks, trying to judge if your words actually had substance or if you were just spewing nonsense but you had the numbers, had the facts and he knew you were going to be a game changer… if only you would just speak to him.

He remembers you quite literally shaking when he had called you into the office, your hand tugging at your earlobes nervously as you shift your weight from side to side. You took some coaxing but once he got you started, boy, you just wouldn’t stop. There was so much you wanted to do from re-organizing the container yard, to actually using the world-class computer system in place (thank god! He just for the life of him couldn’t figure it out on his own but with you by his side and also the other handful of staff he coerced into helping the both of you out, it had only taken 2 months or so before things were beginning to run as it were supposed to). You work tirelessly, clocking in at the port every weekday at 4 am sharp and clocking out as late as you could, always making sure you had time to make it to your second job. Mr. Choi looks at you with pity because you have so much potential and yet here you are being paid peanuts when you could be earning thousands but life sucks is all he can conclude because if you had been born in the North, he’s sure you’d be somewhere on the Forbes list, sitting in a comfortable office instead of standing around in a hard-hat, sweating away in the sweltering summer heat. There isn’t much he can do for you, can’t even give you a raise despite how much you’ve done for the port but what he can do is give you a day off. An unrecorded day off with paid leave is almost unheard of in this industry but for you, he makes an exception. You accept it graciously, choosing to sleep in on a Friday morning, something you haven’t had the luxury to do for years and since you only work at the convenience store every other day, you decide to sleep in for the whole entire day.

In some ways, you think the day off is a blessing because you get to laze around in bed, finally having the time to watch that movie everyone’s been talking about for months, completely enjoying the fact that you were free to be a sloth for the day, doing absolutely nothing but eat and sleep. It’s a great day, a wonderful one but then it all goes to shit because you make the mistake of telling Wendy about your sweet little one day holiday and she along with her friends, show up at your doorstep at a little past 9 to drag you off to the bars with her.

At first, it’s not too shabby and you won’t lie, you enjoy the occasional night at the bar but with Wendy and her friends around, one shot turns to three and three turns to 5 and after that you sort of lose count because was there a point in keeping count anymore? All you know is you’ve had a lot, too much in fact because you find it hard to stop swaying from side to side, the world around you spinning with each step you take. Wendy, unlike you, holds her drinks well and she also unlike you, is not an idiot and does not accept drinks from shady men who make the bar counter their home, preying on girls like you who by the end of the night would have had one too many drinks. She’s busy trying to keep you and her other friends from running off to the bar to order another round of shots. You keep trying to swipe her hand away, attempting break out of the grip she has on you.

“Just one more,” You plead. “I never get to come here anymore,” You pout, gesturing to your surroundings, this bar that used to be your second home during your college years.

“It’s a good thing that you don’t because you’re still a fucking lightweight,” She grumbles, tightening her hold on you as you try to slip away from her. “Jesus, how am I supposed to get you home?” She says more to herself, eyeing the other two girls that she’s somehow lost while trying to keep you from wandering off. You lived in the complete opposite direction of Wendy and her friends and there is no way in hell she’s going to be able to get you home while dragging the others along but she can’t just leave them here either. She ponders putting you into a cab but a drunk female, in a cab alone, in this side of town? She might as well sign your death certificate while she’s at it.

“What are you doing? Who are you calling?” She questions, trying to grab your phone from you but you spin away from her, holding the phone out of her reach.

“A friend!” You shout. “He’ll get me home.”

“He? Who’s he? Why haven’t I heard of this he?”

You only put your index finger to your lips, winking at her lazily as you giggle.

“It’s the janitor at your building isn’t it? He’s the only person you talk to aside from me,” She laughs, avoiding your hand that attempted to shove her.

You scowl at her, you index finger pointing at her as if you were ready to drop a line full of insults but the dial tone stops abruptly, interrupted with a very confused, hello?

“Hello! You picked up!”

“Yes,” He laughs. “Was I not supposed to?”

“No, it’s just I’ve never called you before,” You smile and Wendy gives you a face that mirrors utter confusion because who the hell are you talking to? She tries to pull the phone away from you, wondering if you’re just drunk dialling a random number at this point.

There’s a scuffle and Jungkook isn’t quite sure what’s going on because just like you said, you’ve never called him before. The two of you mostly talked through text, never through phone calls but he doesn’t quite object to the idea of one, especially if they’re all going to be like this because he can hear you screaming in the background, a slew of cuss words escaping your lips before a Wendy, no! Ah, the infamous Wendy, he hums.

“Sorry, Y/N’s just really drunk right n—” Wendy doesn’t even manage to finish her sentence before you snatch the phone back from her.

“Don’t listen to her! I’m not drunk but I am at a bar, you know the one just a block away from the donut store? You should totally join us!”

“Uhh… it’s a little late,” He laughs, glancing at the clock on his wall that said 12.30 am. His hands tug the blanket around him higher, his body splayed out on his king-sized bed, all comfy and ready for sleep.

“But it’ll be fuuuuuun and you can finally show me that you can actually down 10 consecutive shots without throwing up.” You end your sentence with a scoff, as if you think that it’s a lie, that the stories of Jungkook’s wild college life has been seemingly over-exaggerated because who could do that many tequila shots?

“I can!”

“Well then come down here and show me!”

“It’s past midnight Y/N, we need to get you home so tell your friend not to come. Quick, we have to get you a cab,” Wendy sighs, knowing that this trip to your home is going to make her feel like strangling you and the other two girls with her because man what was she thinking calling all of you lightweights out tonight.

“A cab?” Jungkook questions, glancing at the clock again. “This late?”

You don’t get to answer him because Wendy manages to take the phone away from you, having had enough of your drunk antics.

“Hey, I don’t know who you are, but Y/N is not just drunk, she’s fucking smashed so I’m pretty sure coming down here won’t be a good idea.”

“You guys are gonna grab a cab? This late at night? Are there any guys with you?”

“No, there aren’t but—”

“That’s not safe.”

“Well—” She pulls the phone away to look at the caller ID. “—Jungkook. It’s either that or we walk so unless you think—”

“Give me 15, Wendy. I’ll be there.”

“Wait, I don’t even—” She’s met with the end dial tone. “—know you.”

“Well is he coming?” You question, a glass of liquor in your hand. Jesus, she leaves you for a minute, just a minute and you’ve managed to get yourself a drink.

“Yeah, I think,” She hums. “Who is this guy?”

“Jungkook.”

“Well, yeah, I know that but who is he?”

“My friend.”

Wendy throws her hands up in the air in frustration because it’s evident that she isn’t going to get any answers that makes sense out of you. She busies herself with trying to find her other two friends because if Jungkook’s telling the truth, he’ll be here in 13 minutes and she’ll be damned if he takes off with just you.

It’s 15 minutes right on the dot when Wendy spots a young man striding into the bar, phone pressed to his ear while the phone in her hand, your phone, begins to ring. She doesn’t have half a mind to pick it up because she’s star struck, instantly recognizing his face when he turns towards her, the worry on his features fading when he spots you waving at him wildly, the phone that was in her hand now pressed to your ear. You scream his name in the middle of the bar, almost falling off the stool you were on, but Jungkook slides behind to steady you just in time.

“Holy fuck,” Wendy whispers when she sees him standing right next to her. “You’re Jungkook.”

“Yeah,” He smiles shyly. “Wendy, right?”

She can only nod, not trusting herself to speak because it’s Jungkook, in flesh, looking at her. She’s instantly taken back to the college days where you both were huddled around a laptop, looking at pictures of the young boy who’s of the same age. The two of you spoke about what ifs, staring at his picture with dreamy eyes because neither of you could imagine being attached to a man so handsome and more importantly, so rich, the two of you would laugh. Wendy is nothing but confused, watching as you try to convince him to buy another round of shots, your hand tugging at his and she can just see his resolve beginning to crack as you continue to tease him.

“Yes! Can we get another round of—” Wendy brings her hand up, covering your mouth to muffle the rest of your sentence because hell no, she isn’t going to let you drink anymore.

“We are going home. No more drinks,” She grumbles, hopping off the bar chair before she looks at Jungkook, gesturing for him to lead the way.

He simply nods, helping you off your chair as you hold onto him with a pout, one that’s so irresistibly adorable that Jungkook has to stop himself from reaching over to pinch your cheeks that are flushed red, presumably from all the alcohol you’ve consumed. Wendy ambles behind the two of you, her two friends clutching onto her like a crutch and boy, does she really regret tonight but the sight of Jungkook almost jumping out of his skin when you rest your hand at his waist, his hand hovering behind your back nervously as he tries to guide you while trying to be respectful, makes her laugh and she wonders just how the hell you’ve come to be friends with a millionaire, especially this one in particular.

As all 5 of you settle into Jungkook’s car, Wendy letting out an audible sigh before she straps everyone in the backseat in, her two friends nodding off to sleep as they relax into the cushioned leather seats. When she turns to the front, she hears annoyed whines escape your lips, the seat belt refusing to click in and she’s about to reach forward and help you but she sees Jungkook slap away your hands with a laugh, clicking it in for you before he ruffles your hair, the smile he flashes you one filled with complete adoration for you. Cute, she thinks. So… the two of you are not just friends then?

“Okay, so I mean are we just going to ignore the fact that you’re Jeon Jungkook? What the fuck Y/N?” Wendy says as Jungkook pulls out of the parking lot, laughing.

“I already told you he’s my friend,” You retort.

“Yeah but you didn’t say that he’s the Jungkook, the one that you spent the whole of college—”

“Don’t you dare!” You gasp, interrupting her sentence, your face almost fully turning red as you turn back to look at her, horrified.

“Spent the whole of college doing what?” He inquires, a curious smirk on his face.

“Wendy, don’t,” You warn.

“Left here,” She instructs Jungkook and he takes a swift turn into the next street. “I mean it’s not you per se,” She begins the answer to his question. “But she spent the whole of college reading up on everything on your family, wanting her final thesis to be a breakdown on how your company’s supply chain makes Jeon Logistics one of the best, but her professor said she had to write on something a little more technical,” She lies wittily, noting the glare you send her, followed by an appreciative smile.

“Ahh,” Jungkook murmurs, his smile fading a little because he was hoping for something else.

“How did the two of you meet anyway?”

There’s a beat of silence, both you and Jungkook share a look and even in your drunken haze your heart stutters because shit, it’s a question you’d never thought you’d have to answer.

“We… we met at a conference… A logistics conference,” Jungkook answers, his voice sounding a little unsure, but Wendy doesn’t notice. At least the sentence is half true because the two of you did meet at a conference after all but not a logistics one of course. “But, anyway, it’s nice to finally meet you! Y/N talks about you all the time.”

“Wish I could say she does the same about you, but she’s never mentioned you. Why is that, Y/N?”

You’re pretending to be asleep, Wendy knows it. She can see your mouth twitch nervously and Jungkook laughs through his nose as he gazes upon your sleeping figure, completely oblivious to the fact that you’re wide awake. He decides not to answer Wendy’s question, trusting that you’ll be able to come up with a clever lie if she ever asks you again. Instead, the two of them chat about her life, Jungkook asking quiet questions about her job, her week, all that she gladly answers. It’s funny because he already knows all the answers, much of it information that you’ve already told him and he finds himself smiling because she’s just like you described her, the way you would usually imitate her voice when you talked about her was perfect to the tee.

He could see why the two of you got along so well. She’s just like you… except more outspoken, telling her stories with overexaggerated gestures but otherwise the two of you could be twins, you being the more mischievous one, gang life and all while she was perhaps the one that’s more interested in parties and boys. Jungkook glances at her through his rear-view mirror, laughing as she tells him another one of her stories and it’s refreshing how he had just met her yet she had skipped right through the small talk to tell him about the ridiculous nights both you and she had in college.

Finally getting to meet her is somehow comforting because it makes him feel closer to you, like he’s slowly weaving his way into your life, that you don’t mind that he’s now a part of it. His friendship with you, although technically fabricated at the beginning has morphed into something he can’t explain with words but all he knows is he’s glad that he approached you that night.

The car comes to a stop in front of Wendy’s apartment complex and after she guides her two friends to the lobby, she returns to the car to say her final thanks.

“You know where she lives right?” She questions, pointing at your sleeping form. You may have pretended to be asleep in the beginning, but it had taken you a little less than a minute to actually fall asleep. Idiot, she murmurs under her breath. Now, she didn’t trust just anyone with you and she’s especially protective over you because life’s been nothing but hard for you and if anything all she wants to do is wrap you up and make sure you’re safe and happy all the time. Having Jungkook drop you home, alone, isn’t exactly her ideal situation but it’s either this or a cab driver who may never even take you home and so she settles for Jungkook, the small conversation she had with him in the car just enough for her to suss out that he probably wouldn’t hurt you.

“Yeah,” He answers, followed by the address he usually drops you off at and she shakes her head, laughing.

“Is that where she tells you she lives?”

“It isn’t?”

“No,” She smiles, gesturing for him to hand her his phone. “She lives 2 blocks down, a brick red building. Oh, and unit 803,” She mumbles, typing in your address into his phone.

“Thanks,” He smiles looking at the address.

“Thanks for dropping me off,” She smiles in return. “Oh, and listen, I trust that you’ll get her home safe,” She smiles. “But, if you try anything with her, know that I pay my gang extortion fees for a reason and know that they won’t hesitate to teach a pretty boy like you a lesson.”

He only nods nervously, reassuring her that he indeed had no intentions of trying anything, that he will if anything keep his hands to himself at all times.

“It was nice meeting you!” She shouts as she waves him goodbye, the sweet smile she sends his way a stark contrast to the warning he had gave him. Girls in the South sure had a knack for scaring him, Jungkook thinks as he waves in return.

1.45 am

The clock on his dashboard reads as Jungkook pulls into the basement of your apartment, the actual one, not the fake address you make him usually pull up at. He makes a mental note to bring that up the next time he meets you, preferably you’ll be sober then. He wonders how he’s here when he had just been all comfortable in his bed a mere hour or so ago and he find his answer when he looks to his side, you softly snoring in his passenger seat. It’s perhaps a little cruel to wake you up but Wendy’s warning still has him shaking in his seat and he doesn’t really want to take any chances. He taps you on your shoulder a few times but you don’t respond, your eyes still glued shut. Unclicking his seatbelt, he reaches over to shake you softly and nothing but a soft whine escapes your lips as you turn towards him, readjusting yourself in your seat before continuing with your slumber. He lets out a light laugh, sighing before he exits the car, heading over to the passenger side to carry you up to your home.

The rickety lift he takes up to your apartment unit makes Jungkook quiver with fear and the hallways with black patches of mould on the ceiling makes his nose scrunch in disgust. He had thought the apartment you always made him stop at was bad but this was… this was something else and he can’t believe that you actually pay to live here, that anyone did. With the key he had fished out of your purse earlier, he bends down, finding it difficult to open the door with you still in his hand.

When the door finally opens, he lets out a groan of relief, struggling to take off his shoes and yours before he quickly rushes to your room, his hand underneath your knee threatening to give way from overexertion. He finds your twin mattress on the floor of your bedroom, frowning when he finds that you don’t even have a bed frame. He tries to set you down gently, but your weight carries him forward and he ends up falling next to you. A light laugh escapes him and he wonders how you still remain sleeping throughout it all.

He allows himself to rest on his side for a few seconds, his eyes scanning your bedroom that looked so irrevocably you. There were books everywhere, miscellaneous paper strewn across the floor, an organized mess is probably what you would call it and it reminded him of you, how you were both chaotic and yet orderly at the same time. He looks behind you, the mosaic of photographs catching his eye. There are dozens of pictures taped to the wall just above your table, some things he recognized, like a picture of the Monet exhibition in Musée de l'Orangerie, the very same picture you had shown him just weeks ago and the picture next to that, one of you and Wendy, at graduation he presumes. Then there’s a slew of others he doesn’t quite recognize, like a picture of you and some friends posing with a Ferrari, probably your friends from The Trinity he guesses and wait— he squints, craning his neck to look behind you, trying hard to make out the picture and he blinks once, twice but he thinks that’s a picture of him, sitting at the bench by the riverside, smiling. He doesn’t even remember having this picture taken but seeing it on your wall makes him blush just a little. Oddly, he feels touched that you thought he’s important enough to be put up on your wall.

“Jungkook,” He hears you murmur, soft and quiet, barely a whisper. In the time that it takes for him to tear his eyes away from the wall, you’ve managed to drape yourself across his body, your leg and arm pulling him close, slotting yourself beside him comfortably. He lies there completely still, in genuine shock, as you snuggle closer into him, burying your head into his chest. His heart is beating so fast he can hear it in his ears and he almost doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want to wake you up. Your hair tickles the skin of his neck and despite how nervous he is at the moment, he finds himself smiling down at you, smiling at how you squeezed him ever so lightly as your body finally settles against his, a light sigh escaping your lips as if you had just found the right spot.

He can hear something akin to a giant alarm sounding in the back of his mind, Wendy’s warning ringing in his ears. The mental image of a few gang members coming up to him with knives almost has him running out of your apartment but, he gazes down at you, his heart swelling in his chest at the sight of you tucked so perfectly against him and against his better judgement, he lets his arm drape over you too, adjusting himself ever so slightly so that you’re even closer to him, Wendy’s warning almost forgotten now.

You holding him like this reminds him of better times, of when he was still young, perhaps 6 or 7 and tucked between his parents on their king-sized bed, his tiny arms trying to curl around either his mother’s or father’s waist. It’s a distant memory but it’s one he holds very close to his heart and he misses it, misses the way their hugs would chase away his nightmares but after his father’s passing, his mother would shoo Jungkook out of her bed, probably because she wanted some time alone, but a poor 8-year-old child would never be able to figure that out alone. All he had deduced from that was that he wasn’t wanted.

It’s perhaps a little silly but he replays the memory every so often when times are hard at the office, just the notion of someone holding him enough to bring him some sort of comfort. He’s being selfish, he knows that because you’d never do this with him sober, he knows you won’t so this is his only chance and he allows himself to cherish it because maybe this could replace that old memory he has, one that’s frankly a little too painful to revisit sometimes.

Of course, it’s no lie that Jungkook has feelings for you, he’s finally admitted it now that he’s in your room, cuddling with you. His chest feels all tingly and warm every time he reminds himself that it’s you he’s next to right now, that it’s your arm that’s curling around his waist. He lets this serve as a sneak peek of what could be if he ever tells you about how he feels about you and the thought makes him smile. Whether you liked him or not, is a question that remains to be answered and maybe he doesn’t ask you because he’s afraid the answer is that you don’t, that you only see him as someone who paid you for your company. Would it be too much to ask you to pretend that you liked him for the rest of the contract period? It’s a question he’s asked himself one too many times. He lets those thoughts float away, choosing instead to relish this very moment, his palm stroking your back soothingly, his chin resting on the top of your head.

When he chooses to pull away, he feels his heart sink to his stomach, his lips automatically frowning at the thought of leaving you. He shouldn’t, he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t but again despite the voice that tells him not to do it, he leaves a soft kiss on your temple, the back of his hand stroking your cheek adoringly and it’s like you melt against his touch, a soft hum leaving you. Your lips at the moment look so kissable that it takes everything in him to stop himself from leaning down to steal a kiss. In the end, he settles for a soft peck on your cheek, okay maybe two, the second one lingering a second too long but really he couldn’t help that you looked so cute in your sleep, mouth agape, drool threatening to spill out. He thinks he’s dreaming but he’s quite sure he sees a small smile find its way onto your lips when he pulls away from your cheek and he knows he shouldn’t, but he takes it as a small victory, hoping someday he finds the courage to tell you that perhaps platonic doesn’t quite describe the relationship he wants to have with you anymore.

It’s almost 3 am when Jungkook exits your apartment building but oddly enough, he doesn’t feel tired at all. If anything, he was at peace, his heart happy and his soul singing. He laughs at himself, noting how starved he is for physical contact, that simply cuddling with you had brought him so much joy, but he wonders if he would really be feeling the same way had it been someone else he had held tonight. Thoughts, thoughts, he had so many of them and maybe it’s because he’s always so preoccupied after dropping you off that he never sees the black car that’s always just a little off in the distance, a large camera lens sticking out of the driver’s window.

Click. Click. Click.

The ever-expanding collection of photos continue to grow.

My, my. Y/N, you’ve grown so much, the hooded man thinks to himself as he gladly inspects the pictures from tonight. There’s a few pictures of you leaning in close to Jungkook as the two of you exit the bar, your hand resting delicately on his waist. Then, the next few pictures are of Jungkook leaving your apartment about a whole hour later after entering… Does it really take a genius to deduce what had happened in the meantime?

Ah, things are finally beginning to pick up and his folder on his computer named For Mrs. Jeon, only grows in size with each day. His plan was really beginning to fall into place and it was all because of… you. Oh little Y/N has come so so far, he smiles but you still had a long way to go, still so much to do but it was only a matter of time before he would stand from afar and watch everything crumble around the Jeons, your very existence the sole thing he needed to kick-start complete chaos.

Part 4

A/N: yeeeeee I read way too many articles on Monet for that one scene on his painting lmao but it’s okay I love him sm. Also, I watched a 30 minute documentary on ports because I was curious and imma just say port workers are so underappreciated ): Oh and hehe I swear you’ll find out who the hooded man is soon!!! Anyway, thank you for reading! and as always, feedback is welcome (:

#bangtanwriters-net #bangtan bookclub #kpopwritingnet #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #jungkook fluff #me: a cuddle enthusiast...#also I learnt mischievous doesn't have three i's???? I always thought it was mischievious lol

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