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riiwrites · 5 months

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boyfriend!dazai who…

a/n : for my love @perfectlyjollyland who requested this ages ago but i didn’t see until recently because i only pay attention to my inbox! im so sorry ill be checking comments too next time, hope you’re well! <3

a/n : also i hope you’re okay with the pre-boyfriend/before boyfriend part, i just thought that’d be cute i love lovesick!dazai sooo much.. more boyfriend dazai under the cut!!

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pre-boyfriend!dazai who at the start asks you for a double suicide (as per usual), but when you give him the cutest smile and giggle and say no, he knows he’s too deep in now.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who becomes head over heels when he first meets you and now has a new mission, making you reciprocate those feelings.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who loves the cliches, the random ‘anonymous’ love notes on your desk when you’re at work or the random flowers delivered to your workplace/home - he loves it all.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who respects your boundaries if you were to tell him to lay off or if he was making you uncomfortable.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who finally gives up..gives up throwing hints and just decides to take his shot.

“So..say, if a handsome stranger who’s kind of not a stranger since you know him as an acquaintance asks you out because he’s given up with all of the deadpanned hints he’s been giving you for the past few months but he’s kind of scared of being rejected..what would you say?”

You stare him with a few blinks as he looks at you with a great smile on his face, although you can see subtle drops of sweat dripping down the side of his temple.

"..Is this said handsome stranger you, perchance?”

Dazai let’s out a single laugh, placing his hands on his hips.

“Ha! How bold of you, though..I am charmed your first thought of this handsome stranger would be me, bella~” He coyly smirks, closing his eyes in what you can’t tell is either pride or suspense.

You furrow your eyebrows with a little smile, fixing up your paperwork as you place them on the desk. “No, I just figured since it was you who’s been leaving such persistent and eager notes on my desk as of late.”

You watch his expression slightly change as he lets out a cough of embarrassment, locking eyes with you now.

“Well..” He starts, then gives up halfway through.

“..Is it a yes?”

pre-boyfriend!dazai who not only is taken by surprise by your response, but his heart does a few jumps in joy as his efforts became a success, making him now your boyfriend.

boyfriend!dazai who has his hand down your back pocket whenever you two are walking together.

boyfriend!dazai who’s love language is both physical touch and acts of service, always having his hands on you in the littlest way and also providing the most he can to his s/o.

boyfriend!dazai who has the reputation of being quite the flirtatious one, gives it up to his precious s/o.

boyfriend!dazai who googles cheesy and dirty pickup lines to try and rizz you with, always ending them in a winky face.

boyfriend!dazai who sends you little messages every day now that he has your number, little words of affirmations and talks to get you ready for your days.

boyfriend!dazai who if he had a tiktok account he’d make slideshows of you two and repost videos of couples relating to you two.

boyfriend!dazai who you spend all of your holidays with, especially christmas and new years.

boyfriend!dazai who practically lives at your house now, but nobody’s complaining.

boyfriend!dazai who has a box of every little thing you’ve given him, so when he’s feeling down he can look at it and smile.

boyfriend!dazai who tries to keep you away from his past, to protect you from the ugly truth.

boyfriend!dazai who opens up about oda, not all of it but most of it since he believes oda would’ve liked you.

boyfriend!dazai who takes you to the places he has the fondest memories in. the lupin bar, the art gallery, the agency.

boyfriend!dazai who appreciates the little things, as he’s not someone who can afford much he tries to give you the best he can.

boyfriend!dazai who always argues that he loves you more trying to get the last word and when you think you have it, you hear a little mumble of “I love you more” as you walk away.

boyfriend!dazai who loves your hands, tracing the lines of your palm and fingers and creating little shapes on them makes him feel at peace.

boyfriend!dazai who can be possessive but in a good way, he has good reasons to be possessive.

boyfriend!dazai who when he sees someone give you a half lidded smirk or bedroom eyes, he gives them a deadly stare that could imprint on their skull as he wraps an arm around your waist.

boyfriend!dazai who constantly babbles on about you at work with the agency, always telling Atsushi about the cutest things that you did the night before or what you did the day before that.

“Ahh..and the way they just clench their fists at their sides when they are angry with me! Ah~ I could melt..”

“That’s..really nice, Dazai-san..”

“Oh! And the way they grab my hand so tightly when we’re in public ahhh~ I could melt!”

“D-dazai-san..-“

“Ahhh, and the way the-“

boyfriend!dazai who ends up with about 14 wounds all over his body because of kunikidas beatings..kunikida says he’s lucky it wasn’t 15.

boyfriend!dazai who you take care of at his lowest.

boyfriend!dazai who sometimes can’t understand why you put up with him, but you reassure him with words and kisses all over his face.

boyfriend!dazai who peppers your face with kisses back and gives you a small smile despite how sad he can feel.

boyfriend!dazai who watches the fireworks with you and doesn’t think of going out just as beautifully because why would he let such a precious thing slip out of his hands like that?

boyfriend!dazai who doesn’t care about himself or his mental health, but cares the most about yours.

boyfriend!dazai who once felt like he was drowning, but then found his light to the surface who has a smile of diamonds and a heart of gold.

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sc0tters · 7 months

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The Bet - Mat Barzal

summary: when Mat agrees to participating in no nut November, he didn’t think you would be his biggest problem.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, fingering, minor spanking, small use of degradation.

word count: 3.49k

authors note: this was so much fun to write! Literally loved every second of this. Reader was a little bit of a shit but we love her for it.

When the boys came up with it Mat didn’t think you would care about it.

All it was meant to be was a fun way to do some team bonding, of course the team were participating in No Nut November. When Mat agreed he failed to remember that you had been in Germany working for the last three weeks and getting to use FaceTime and the sound of his voice made only got you so far.

So when you arrived back in New York with the message that he needed to see you it filled your mind with desire as your thoughts made your panties grow slick “hi Matty.” You smiled dropping your suitcase on the floor as Mat came to hug you.

The two of you were in the same apartment building and that’s how you met. Getting stuck in the elevator with a cute guy who lived on your floor meant you were going to make a friend. As the rents raised in the building making the place out of your budget, Mat offered the spare room in his place to you making you his roommate. Eventually one thing moved to another and then you ended up in his bed.

It was quick to become a reoccurring theme for the two of you and quickly your exclusively non exclusive relationship started “we can’t.” Mat sighed feeling your lips nip at the skin on his neck.

He wanted to let himself go as the hockey player missed feeling your touch, but as it was only the third of November Mat knew he had to remain strong even if it was only for a few more days “you okay?” You frowned furrowing your eyebrows as you pulled away.

The Canadian scratched his fingers on the back of his neck “boys thought it would be a good idea if we did No Nut-” Mat didn’t need to finish his words for you to let out a gasp “Mat!” You whined letting your lips form a pout.

Your body hurt as it longed for Mat’s touch, even willing to settle on his tongue or his fingers when you do badly wanted his cock “it’s just a month.” Mat reminded you as he grabbed your hands “we can make it through I promise.” He leaned forward to peck your lips.

Part of you tried to respect Mat and behave as you honestly thought that he was kidding, but as the seventh rolled around and Mat still avoided your bed, you succumbed to the truth.

However you were determined and that’s how you landed up on his couch in nothing more than his jersey “woah.” Mat felt his throat go dry as he caught you in the middle of eating a bowl of ice cream “how was practice?” You smiled dipping your spoon back into the bowl before your brought more ice cream to your lips.

Mat had a shaky walk over to you as he watched you reposition your legs so that he could see you were only wearing your panties beneath the jersey “it was um really good.” The Canadian coughed “are you sure it was hard?” A gasp left your lips as the cold melting ice cream fell onto your chin.

Your eyes sparkled as Mat’s locked with yours “I’m such a klutz.” You giggled using your finger to wipe the liquid from your chin before you wrapped your lips around it letting your tongue swirl around your digit “I’ll be in the shower!” Mat announced pressing his hands against his thighs as he got up and sped walked to his bedroom.

By the middle of the month you had looked to everything other option you had that wasn’t involving Mat. Each night the sound of your moans could be heard from your bedroom as your vibrator became your best friend. The way you’d gasp and whimper as you grew closer to your high and there was nothing Mat could do about it killed him.

So the time he was forced to spend away from you on the Islanders roadie did the remaining participants a load of good as they forgot about their partners. Yet the moment the door to the apartment opened and he was met with the sounds of your whimpers Mat was thrown right back into the bet “m-m-Mat.” You gasped as you pressed your vibrator against your clit as it brushed over the fabric of your panties.

You were in his favourite lingerie set, orange panties with a blue bra. It was a set that you surprised him in after he scored an overtime winning goal. Mat let his hand grip at your doorframe “please Mat.” You looked your eyes with him as he walked into your room not letting his eyes leave yours.

He crawled onto you bed wanting to take his mind off of the loss against the Canucks “let me make you feel good baby.” Mat pleaded wrapping his hand on yours as he guided the vibrator over your clit “let’s do this properly.” He proposed using his free hand to move your panties to the side “fucking missed you.” The Canadian kissed your lips as you moaned feeling the vibrator send shivers up your spine “missed this.” You agreed feeling the bliss bring you away like you were falling away from this all.

Your eyes screwed shut as your legs began to shake causing your heels to dig into the mattress beneath you “more.” Your hand reached down to cup Mat’s bulge in his jeans.

As your hand brushed over the fabric it caused his eyes to go wide. Within seconds Mat stopped the vibrator and set it on the mattress as he retracted himself from your bed “Mat?” You propped yourself on your elbows as you gasped watching him compose himself “I need a shower.” Mat announced running his hand over his face before he ran out of your room.

It had been another three days since that and you had decided to change your game plan “hey Mat.” You smiled as he was cooking dinner “how was your day?” He asked as you wrapped your hands around his torso.

You nuzzled your face in his neck causing him to smile “you tired pretty girl?” The pet name made your legs rub together “been thinking about you.” Mats hand clenched around the spatula as your breath fanned the shell of his ear “how big you are.” Your hand traced over his bulge as you gave it a squeeze.

As Mat remained still you continued to to try your luck “I know you want this baby.” You cooed continuing your actions as you moved your hand to slip into his boxers.

His cock throbbed in your hand “please.” Mat begged so close to accepting defeat as his eyes screwed shut.

It felt like your victory lap as you turned his head to help you kiss his lips “want me to suck you off?” Your voice was soft as you watched him nod “want to put it in your mouth.” Mat nodded watching you drop to your knees to the side of him as he turned his body to face you “please don’t tease me.” The hockey player saw how his erection stuck out as he was probably close to coming already.

When the string of saliva left your lips to coat his cock an alarm went off, most probably one for the thing in the pot that he was cooking “we can’t.” Mat was quick to shake his bad helping his wet cock back into his boxers that he protected with his shorts.

As you got up wanting to whine at him about it Mat instead pecked your lips “it’s just a few more days left baby.” He mumbled watching as you walked off to the where your bedroom was your door shut with a slam. Maybe you shouldn’t have cared that he was doing this, the cause should have warmed your heart. But instead as you had built up a reliance on Mat to help you come, you realised nobody did it better than him.

And for that and no matter how hard you tried, you simply couldn’t come.

So that was how you landed up at the teams mini party at a bar with a plan. As you complained to your friends about your predicament they reminded you of one key factor, you and Mat weren’t dating.

At the end of the day as much as you had a crush on him he wasn’t your boyfriend and you knew that there was someone on the team who did have a crush on you. That was how you ended up stood next to Pierre most of the night.

His touch was harsh but you figured if you couldn’t make Mat jealous enough for him to fuck you then you’d accept defeat. Mat was a good sport and tried to play along with it all for a bit biting his tongue whenever you’d laugh at the clearly not funny comments that Pierre made.

The Canadian was also struggling at this point in the month and you wearing his favourite dress truly didn’t help how his pants felt tonight. Mat knew you were trying to push his buttons as he’d catch your gaze every time you ran your fingers down Pierre’s arm, it was what you did for Mat.

But when he watched his teammate place on the curve of your ass the hockey player could no longer keep his mouth shut “Pierre I think Matt wanted to talk to you.” Mat lied through his teeth as he smiled like the Cheshire Cat “thanks bro.” Pierre nodding not picking up on it in the same way that you did “we can do this two ways.” Mat began the moment the older boy left you.

His eyes were already undressing you as they started at the loose collar line of your dress, Mat knew you hated wearing a bra “I take you into the bathroom or we go home and I don’t let you come even after November is over.” His warning sent shivers down your spine “what about the bet?” You stammered over your words as he laughed.

He ran his finger over the outline of your lips “I’m done playing good boy whilst you go around like this.” Mat explained leaning down to kiss the side of your lips making sure to miss where you wanted him “if you want to be fucked like a slut I’ll treat you like one too.” The irritation in his voice made you feel lightheaded as your panties grew wet “p-please Mat.”

You croaked out allowing your lips to form a pout.

It made Mat let out a laugh “maybe I should be leaving you here because it doesn’t seem you want this.” Fear went through your as your eyes widened “show me you do baby.” Mat mumbled as you took his hand and practically dragged him off to the bathrooms “look at how desperate my little baby is for my cock.” He teased as the door locked behind you both.

His hand rubbed your face as he pressed you against the counter “please Mat.” You begged puckering your lips as you tried to kiss him but as his hockey reaction times kicked in he instead dodged your attempts “maybe I should just go kiss Pierr-” Mat didn’t let you finish your sentence as his lips were forced onto yours.

You took a mere second to start kissing him back “fuck.” Your words were muffled as Mat pinched his fingers at the skin of your ass when he bunched up your dress around your hips “the way you fucking act I wouldn’t even be in here with you.” Mat grunted pressing his lips against your neck as he nipped at the skin.

The Canadian watched as your eyes fluttered as his hands cupped your breasts with the only thing between you and his hands was the fabric of your dress “but you’re too needy tonight to let me do that aren’t you?” The hockey player retracted himself from you as he was met with your silence “asked you a question.” Mat locked his hand around your jaw squeezing the skin of your chin.

A long whimper came from your lips “need you so much Mat.” You groaned trying to shift your hips towards the hockey player “but you’ve been acting like a brat.” Mat pulled you off of the counter as he spun you around. Your lips were swollen as you started at the two of you in the mirror “look at these little panties too.” The hockey player let out a dry laugh fiddling with the lace material of the white thong you wore.

He massaged the skin on your ass before he raised his hand to it slap the area “fuck!” You jumped feeling him squeeze the sore area of skin “you like that pretty girl?” Mat cooed kissing your neck as he repeated his actions “think the club wants to hear your noises baby.” The hockey player smiled as he brought his hand to cup your pussy.

It made you gasp as you pushed yourself up “god you’re soaked.” He clicked his tongue moving his fingers around the material so that he could tease your clit “please Mat.” You begged him as your body began to relax as his movements continued at the slow pace.

You whimpered feeling his fingers run down your slit before they thrusted into your cunt, his palm pressed against your clit “you’re so fucking good to me.” You croaked letting your head drop against his shoulder “I know baby.” Mat kissed your temple when your cunt clenched around his fingers.

He watched you gasp as your jaw went slack “god you don’t know how much I’ve been thinking about this pussy this month.” The Canadians words made you moan “thought about waking you up so many times during the night just by shoving my dick in to this hole.” You whined feeling his breath against your neck.

The hockey player smirked seeing how you watched the mirror “you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He asked nipping at your earlobe “waking up full of my load as it’s trapped inside of you.” Mat wasn’t usually possessive but tonight unlocked a whole new side of him “want that Mat.” You begged reaching forward to grip at the sink in an attempt to avoid how quickly your orgasm was approaching.

At that point Mat could feel his cock pressing against the fabric of his jeans “I’m gonna fuck you now.” He announced removing his hand from your panties as it caused to you whine “I’ll give you what you want in a second.” Mat rolled his eyes as he slotted his fingers into your mouth “taste yourself f’me.” Watching you swirl you tongue around his digits like it was his cock felt like you were teasing him.

It made him reach back down to your panties as he pushed them down “can’t wait to fuck you.” Your hands helped bunch your dress around your waist as you stepped out of your panties “don’t make me wait.” You begged feeling your legs ache with anticipation as the sound of him undoing his belt echoed in your ears “you’ll take it when I fucking give it to you.” Mat spat as his fingers dug into your hip.

Mat wrapped his hand around his cock pumping it a few times as he licked his lips “‘m sorry.” You apologised turning to lock eyes with him “I know you are.” The hockey player sighed bringing his cock to tease your clit “that’s why you’re gonna be a good girl and take it.” Mat ordered thrusting his cock onto your cunt as your head fell forward.

He smiled as you weren’t given any time to adjust to his cock “god you’re so tight.” The Canadian grunted as he kissed the back of your neck “you been missing this cock?” Mat asked as you moaned reaching up to pull the sleeves of your dress down so that you could pull at your nipples.

You moaned as his cock pumped into you “fuck yeah.” Your fingers tugged at your sensitive nubs “so big.” You blurted out as his fingers went to rub your clit “keep making those pretty noises for me baby.” Mat mumbled kissed your neck.

The hockey player watched in the mirror as his cock bottomed you out “don’t stop Mat.” You pleaded as you began forcing yourself back against his cock “to think I actually gave this cunt up for a month.” Mat laughed at his words as he clicked his tongue.

Your brain went foggy as not a single coherent thought formed in it “see why you tried so fucking hard.” You whimpered as he used his free hand to bring your back flat against his torso “‘m not an idiot.” You pointed out causing him to laugh “you forgetting that you went to Pierre?” Mat shot back as your teeth caught your lip as you held back a moan.

Mat tsked as his eyes caught your action “want to hear you baby.” He muttered into your ear as his hand squeezed around your throat “let him know just who is making you feel this good.” He hinted to the boy you had been stuck to your side the entire night “you jealous?” You teased with a smirk as you squeezed your hand around his causing the wrap he had go tighter.

The room felt hot as the sound of skin slapping echoed off of the walls “look at the mirror.” Mat barked making you look up at the glass causing him to look back at you “it’s my cock that’s fucking you.” He explained kissing your head “I’m the one who owns this cunt.” The hockey player spat making you moan.

You felt yourself grow close “all yours Matty.” You nodded as you let out a cry “I’m gonna come.” Tears formed in your eyes as your legs began to shake again “let it go baby.” Mat nodded giving you the green light to come.

It was hot as your cunt clenched around his cock as Mat fucked you through your orgasm “my pretty little girl.” He cooked quickly pulling himself out so that he could flip you over pushing you onto the counter “Ma-” you gasped feeling him thrust into you again.

Mat pushed his hand against the mirror above you “I’m not stopping until I come.” He explained making you moan “please.” Your voice was shaky as you felt your eyes roll back when his hand found its way back to your clit “god I’ve just given you one and now you want more?” Mat smirked as you tried to kiss him “I need you Mat.” You moaned using your energy to lock your hands behind his neck pulling him close to you.

He felt his cock throb as his movements became staggered “I’m close.” You hadn’t come down from your first orgasm and it left you close to a second “hold it.” Mat snapped quickening his movements on your clit causing your cunt to clamp around his cock.

Your throat felt raw as you whined “don’t push your luck baby.” The hockey player warned you “keep squeezing my cock like that.” As you tilted your hips to meet his it resulted in both of you moaning.

Mat kissed your lips to hold in his moan “Mat!” You huffed as your body shook “let it go baby.” He grunted as your second orgasm trigger his first of the night.

As his warm ropes shot into your cunt you tried to push him away as he slowly kept his hips moving “just making sure my come stays in you.” Mat smiled pecking your lips as he pulled out allowing you up. You reached for your panties on the floor but he was quicker “you aren’t going to need these tonight.” The hockey player explained shoving them into the pocket of his pants before he continued getting ready to go back out.

You two had gotten out of the bar unseen and as you got in the car you thought you finally had the chance to breathe “you look real fucking pretty tonight.” Mat smiled as his hand moved up your thigh “just tonight?” A smirk was quick to fall from your face as his fingers touched the lips of your cunt “Mat.” Your voice grew shaky feeling his fingers tease your slit.

The car came to a red light “just making sure you stay ready for when we get back home.” Mat smirked as he kissed your lips “no coming until we get home.” His words made you grow sick with fear as his fingers formed a scissoring motion in your cunt.

“You couldn’t have thought I’d let you get away with that behaviour all month, now could you?”

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xiaoao · 2 years

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genshin characters when you both get into an argument

I'm so sorry I don't have anything to post rn, plus I'm in my flop era 💔 thank you all so much for 90+ followers !! We're so close to 100, I can't thank enough!!

Summary : you both get into a serious argument, this is what they do after the argument

warnings : possible mentions of yelling, hurt, comfort.

characters mentioned : Xiao, Tighnari, Cyno, Kazuha, Heizou, Venti, Razor ( requested by classmate ), reader.

Xiao : during the argument, he lost his temper. He raised his voice at you, after he shouted at you his eyes widen, "w–wait– I didn't mean to shout I'm sorry!" Xiao stuttered, your eyes started tearing up, you didn't even raise your voice in the first place so you were surprised he lost his temper, your tears are now streaming down and your frown is SUPER visible, Xiao reached to grab your arm and you dodged, you ran out and he didn't bother trying to follow you, he understands you need some alone time, so do you, you and him understands each other more than ANYONE, both of you are unseperable, two peas in a pod, or even more closer.

A few hours has passed and your eyes are very puffy and red, your sniffles can be heard, and your hugging your legs on top of a rock, it was raining, but you didn't mind, rain was a very calming weather for the two of you, and if the rain was strong enough you'd both shower in the rain, maybe even dance in the rain. Your sniffles are getting weaker as the rain gets harder, you can feel the rain water drop at your skin, then, it stopped, you looked up to see an umbrella, you then looked to your left to see Xiao, the vigilant Yaksha with the same type of eyes as you, puffy and red, as if he just finished crying as well "I.. tried looking for you. Use an umbrella, you might get sick.." The vigilant Yaksha said, you slightly opened your mouth to speak, but you then closed your mouth and stood up, you looked down, you couldn't look at him into the eyes, he held your chin and raised your face to look at you, he looked at your lips and looked up in your eyes, you were trying to look down, Xiao sighed "look at me, please." He pleaded, you obeyed "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you, I swear. Please.. please, please forgive me." His eyes was genuine, like he was telling the truth, you smilled at him and you cupped his cheeks "Xiao.. it's okay. I forgive you, don't worry, I love you so much my dear, I'm sorry for storming off just like that." You said "no.. you don't have to apologize, I don't normally lose my temper, so I understand why you ran off." He said while rubbing your hand, he had a small smile and he was blushing a little "how about I make you almond tofu, yeah?" You say Xiao hugged you tightly "I wanna help" he says while having his head covered in your neck, "I love you.." he mumbles, you giggle, your signature giggle that he loves to hear and will never get fed off, "alright then, cmon." You say

You're the best, my rose, I promise to not hurt you anymore.

Beautiful art by : @03FI0zp3cy0ZjkX on twitter <3

Tighnari : idk how both of you got into an argument, Tighnari doesn't get mad easily, so it's a surprise how you both got into an argument, however during the argument Tighnari tried hard to be reasonable and calm, but you forced what you believed, "goddamnit Y/n shut up! You're being a dumbass, what you're saying is all fake stop trying to act like the victim!" Tighnari said as he agressively stands up, you jumped to the sound of the stool sliding with the floor, Tighnari's eyes had frustration in his eyes, but soften to your fright, "Y/n I didn't mean what I said– don't listen to me." He said while trying to assure you, you wanted to cry badly, but you just looked down, "I need to go outside.. don't come after me.." you said, Tighnari respects that and gives way for you to step outside, Collei saw you "Y/n? Was everything fine..? I heard some yelling.." Collei said, you looked to Collei with a sad expression, you smiled sorrowfully trying to make Collei less worried, "don't worry, Collei, everything's fine." You said, Collei didn't believe that, so she hugged you, you hugged her back so tightly, but Collei didn't mind. Tighnari wad watching from afar, he decided to leave you both alone.

You and Collei spend some time together until you're ready to apologize to Tighnari, "I had fun today, Collei, but I think I should apologize to Tighnari now, don't I?" You ask, "yeah that's a good idea, I'm sure Master will forgive you! He loves you so much after all." Collei said, you smiled at Collei and bid farewell. You slowly go to Tighnari's room "Had fun today, Y/n?" Tighnari asks, you completely forgot he can hear from miles away, so of course he heard you "uhm.. yeah.. I just wanted to say I'm sorry about this morning.. I learned the truth and I regret everything I said.. I'm sorry.." you said, looking down at your feet, you heard a book close and a stool sliding again, you heard a small chuckle as well "I'm happy you apologized, dear. I, too am sorry that I yelled at you, I was pretty heart broken that you believed what other people said.. especially to those who wants us to separate, so I apologize too." Tighnari says, you raise your head to see him smiling at you, you had tears running down your face, you missed his voice so much, you ran up to him and hug him, you hear your lover chuckle again, he hugs you back.

I love you, my lotus. I will always be here to protect you, and I swear I will never ever hurt you again.

Cyno : Cyno is the type to not get into arguments, he avoids them at all costs. But then you heard a rumour saying Cyno doesn't actually loves you and he's "cheating", for some reason you believed that, so you angrily go to his office and confront him about it, at first he was so defensive as if it was actually true, but then you raised your voice at him and Cyno's eyes widen, his eyes started to water, as if he was in the verge of crying, "get out." He says quietly, trying to avoid you from getting frightened, "what?" You ask, "I said get out.." Cyno said again while looking at the floor, he's trying to avoid being seen, "fine." You said, you go out of his office then started breaking down, you understand this is your fault, so you decided to apologize later, you decided to give him space, in doing so you try and investigate to see if this rumour is real or fake.

You found out this rumour is actually fake, it's been a few hours so you decided to give Cyno a visit, and to apologize. Once you've arrived you knock at his door, "come in." He says quietly, you slowly opened the door and peeked inside, Cyno looked at you and you saw his eyes widen, he looked away "do you need something..?" He asks, you close the door to avoid anyone listening to your conversation. "I.. I'm sorry.. I learned that it was fake, I shouldn't have listened to it, I was dumb, I know, it was stupid that I listened to some rumour instead of trusting you.. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.. I understand if you need a few days alone to think this all out." You said while leaning to the door, your voice was breaking, a sign that you were going to cry sooner or later. Cyno stood up and hugged you, "Cy–no..? Do you forgive me..?" You ask, Cyno didn't reply but only nodded, you smiled and hugged him back.

I love you, and only you, my ruby, nothing will ever change that, ever.

Kazuha : Kazuha's tone during the argument was quiet, and was filled with despair. Kazuha was talking back, yes, but he was very careful with his words, when he tries to say something he hesitates and thinks for a while. After the argument, Kazuha was beside you, listening to all your troubles or whatever is bothering you, or the reason to why the argument started in the first place, "it's alright, my maple, everything's going to be alright." He said trying to reassure you, it worked indeed, his voice was so calming. "I'm sorry.." you apologized while looking at Kazuha with teary eyes, Kazuha shook his head as a way of saying "No."

You did nothing wrong, do not fret, my dear. I will always forgive you even if you do something wrong, because in my eyes, you did nothing wrong.

Heizou : Heizou is one smart fellow, so getting into an argument with him is unlikely, but this one argument turned out to be true ( you can think of a topic ). Heizou was stunned, he didn't know any words to say, "how did you find out?" He said, "so it's true.." you said sorrowfully, Heizou's eyes softened, "Y/n, please, that was in the past, in my current self I don't do it anymore, I swear.. please just please believe me!" He said practically begging, you looked at him, and you felt like you needed to forgive him, but you were stubborn, you left and went somewhere around Inazuma to think things through. You came back hours later to see Heizou filling out some type of form? Just something about his work. You knocked at the door to get his attention, he looked up, his eyes widen at first, then softened to see that it was only you, "hey.. about this morning, I wanted to apologize, I didn't know it was from the past, seriously, from what I heard it was present, so.. I'm sorry." You said, Heizou smiled

It's alright, darling. I understand you thought it was present, I apologize too for not informing you, I love you, okay? So much.

Venti : Venti was quiet the whole argument, he HATES arguments with his whole life, especially with his cecilia. After the argument you left to go somewhere, he decided to go to windrise, then, he saw you, your knees to your chest hugging it and sobbing, he went near and he hears you mumbling "I'm sorry" over and over again, he went near you and patted your head, you looked up to see Venti smiling at you comfortingly, "Venti.." you say, you were about to open your mouth to apologize, "you're about to say you're sorry, right? No need, my Cecilia." He said, Venti sat beside you and hugged you, he then whispered to your ear

Don't cry anymore, my Cecilia. I don't like seeing you hurt, you are so dear to me, whatever happens to us, it will never ever affect our relationship.

Razor : ( both of yall minors, for the sake of Razor's part. ) Razor did smth rly bad, like rly rly bad, smth you wanted to avoid, but he didn't know, to which, an argument started, during the argument, Razor was saying "Razor's sorry" again and again, you got tired of the argument so you just left, Razor is aware of how dangerous Wolvendom is, so he went out to find you, he saw you neer Andruis' "domain", your legs were swinging back and forth, you heard footsteps behind you, so you turned back, you saw Razor and smiled weakly, "Hi, Razor. I'm sorry about earlier.. I lost my temper there, I didn't really watch my words.." you say, Razor shook his head

No. Razor is sorry, Razor didn't know, I should have asked first, but, Razor forgives you.

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scented-morker · 1 year

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prince!hyuck x fem.teacher!reader, pretty much just fluff, royal and fake dating au (!!!), 4.8k words… read the teaser first!

"Playboy Prince Settles Down" "A Royal Romance" "Prince Lee has a Lover"

You smile politely at the guard outside the castle, trying not to show the discomfort you were currently feeling at your surroundings.

You weren't sure what you expected to happen after your encounter with the young prince, but it certainly wasn't waking up to a knock on your door and an invitation to the castle. Nor were you expecting the faces of every worker in the castle to confuse you more, with their sly smiles and eyes following you like they knew some secret you didn't.

"Their royal highnesses will see you now."

You attempt to thank the servant for delivering you to the correct place, only to find them having disappeared after announcing your presence to the inhabitants of the room.

"Ah y/n, welcome!"

You turn to the voice only to immediately drop into a deep bow, not expecting basically the entire royal family to be waiting for you as soon as you entered.

"Oh uh hello."

You hear a few small giggles and a hand helps you up from the respectful drop. It's Donghyuck, and you get a flashback to your first meeting when he did the exact same thing.

"Relax," his voice soothed you, and your body immediately reacted to his instructions, unnecessary tension leaving your body as you stood up straight.

His hand stayed on your arm while the rest of the room took you in, and you were glad for the contact as you tried not to wither under the royal gaze.

"So this is her?" A man spoke, and you looked at the prince next to you in confusion.

He just sent you a smile, directing your attention to his mother with a nod of his head.

"Hello y/n, it's wonderful to meet you! I've heard about the many good things you've done for the children of our kingdom."

You almost blush, shy at the acknowledgment from the queen, and everyone in the room smiles.

"Oh! Thank you! I was just doing my job."

The queen smiles at you and glances at her son before continuing to speak to you.

"You've been such an excellent citizen, I'm deeply sorry for the mess that you got involved in after your encounter with my son."

Donghyuck flashes you a bashful smile and you look away, scared to blush if you make eye contact or look at him for too long.

"It's okay. Honestly I think Prince Donghyuck got the worse deal in that situation."

"That certainly is true," the queen confirms before taking a few steps closer to where you were standing, "we were hoping you could help him out on that front."

Your eyes flickered from the woman in front of you to the prince on your right.

"Uh, how can I do that?" You question, and Hyuck finds himself smiling at the fact that you didn't even think about it before agreeing to help him.

"We propose that you and my son set the record straight about what is going on between you two. Inform the media and citizens that what they saw was not a sudden romantic action."

You tried to comprehend what was being said.

"So just... tell them the truth about what happened? That we just bumped into each other? Of course I'll do that."

"Not quite," this time it was the same man who spoke earlier, who you would later learn was Donhyucks sisters boyfriend, "we would like you to spin the story just a little bit, to make the Prince seem less like a so called ‘playboy’ and more of a mature man."

"You lost me now," you spoke, immediately turning to Hyuck in your confusion, and the royals took note of the way you always looked to him when in need of confirmation.

"Be my fake girlfriend." He spoke bluntly.

"I- what?" You squeaked, and he let out another laugh.

"The media hates me, they're going to keep pushing the 'player' title on me until they're forced to do otherwise. You can help me right?"

You should say no. Any rational person would have. Getting involved in a huge lie with the ruling family, a fake relationship with the crown prince, it was a terrible idea.

But something about the way the Prince was looking at you so fondly, his puppy dog eyes asking so nicely for you to help him, made every rational thought in your head go silent.

"Of course."

Hyuck pulled you in to a tight hug as soon as the words left your mouth.

He might not show it, but he really did care about his position and what the citizens thought about him. He really did want to be a good king.

"I could literally kiss you right now," he mumbled into your ear and you laughed the same laugh that hooked him in the first place.

"Save it for the media loverboy."

He smiled at the nickname, and it registered in his mind that it was going to be very hard to keep things fake with you.

"Wonderful, I've called a press conference in two and a half hours where we will reveal your relationship to the kingdom."

You pulled away from the young man in front of you, staring in shock at the queen.

"You what? I- how- in front of everyone?"

The queen only smiled, "yes, in front of everyone. You're going to go with Jieun to get ready, and she's going to brief you on the specifics."

Donghyuck reassured you after seeing the wide eyed look on your face "don't worry, Jieun will take care of you, and I'll see you as soon as I can okay?"

You weren't fully convinced, but you nodded your head anyway, letting him push you towards his sister before walking in the opposite direction as she leads you.

"Hey, y/n," you tear your eyes away from the back of the princes head and turn to his sister.

"Uh yeah?"

"I figured you weren't paying attention," she laughs and you smile apologetically.

"Sorry, I'm just kinda nervous."

"Thats okay, I'm just going to take you to change and stuff and give you your relationship background. You should be back with Hyuck within the hour."

You can't even hide the look of relief that flashes across your face.

Jieun smiles knowingly, beginning to brief you on the backstory they had created.

Two hours later you were sat on a stage in front of media personnel, and cameras recorded from all angles the way you stuck to the prince's side, shooting nervous smiles to the camera.

"I will now open up questions to the couple," you were so busy staring at the way your hand was completely engulfed in Hyuck's that you missed the entire briefing.

Donghyuck gave you a soft smile, pulling you up by your hand and taking you to the podium. It was hard to ignore the hundred, possibly thousand even, eyes watching you. There were news cameras, newspaper photographers, and journalists everywhere all with pens and prying eyes.

"How did the two of you meet?" One shouts, and you're glad the first one you had been briefed on.

Hyuck takes the lead, explaining how you were invited to the castle as a thank you for your contributions to the children and the two of you instantly clicked.

"You've been together for six months, why have you just now announced it?"

"Why was Prince Lee on vacations on islands with other women while yn was staying in his kingdom and working with his citizens?"

The questions were getting very personal, and also very passive aggressive, and you were getting more and more nervous.

They were going to see right through you. They're gonna know you're lying and they're going to charge you with treason and you're never going to see Chenle or Jisung again.

Your panic must have been obvious, because soon Donghyuck was cupping one side of your face, whispering reassurances into your ear.

"It's okay love, you're doing great."

"We will offer one more question, as to not overwhelm Miss Yn anymore."

They chose a blonde reporter who looked about your age for the final question, and you thanked the gods that she went easy on you.

"What drew you to the Prince, Miss? And how did you handle seeing all the headlines about someone you knew was being portrayed wrong?"

"That's actually two-" the royal advisor goes to say, but you wave him off.

"It's okay," you say with a smile. "These are easy questions and I'd be happy to answer both."

Hyuck watches you proudly, giving your hand a squeeze as you go up towards the podium.

"I guess the first thing that drew me to the Prince was how humble he was." There were a few snickers in the room and you respond with a chuckle. "I know, a lot of people wouldn't believe me, but he never lets me bow to him and he always insists on taking the blame on things so I don't worry. In regards to your second question, it was extremely hard. I knew the media was wrong about Prince Donghyuck as soon as I met him, and watching them continue to paint this awful picture of a playboy out of someone I knew to be a very devoted partner caused me a lot of disappointment. I hope that this news has cleared up some of the rumors swirling around him."

You give one last gracious smile to the crowd before stepping back from the podium, Hyuck's arm immediately taking its place around your waist as the advisor announces the end of the press conference.

You and Hyuck exit first, leaving the meeting room and heading back for the residential area of the castle.

"We survived!" He laughs at the excitement in your voice, as if you had really thought the room of reporters was going to be your end.

"Yes we did, and you did great! I mean that last question, someone get you an acting award."

"Hey," your voice is soft, and you reach up to cup his face, the urge to reassure him stronger than the self consciousness at touching him so intimately, "I meant exactly what I said. I know they're wrong about you. You're going to be an amazing king, and they're blind for not seeing it."

At this, Donghyuck-- the Prince and future King of Kyubok-- started blushing. His face was still resting in your palms, warm and a pretty pink color as he looks at you softly.

Your eyes flicker to the mole above his lips, and you swear that his face is closer when you meet his eyes again.

"That was fantastic!" The loud voice of Johnny shoots the two of you apart, and you don't dare look up from your feet as the rest of the royal family files into the room behind him, knowing smiles on their faces.

There are aggressive whispers exchanged between the man in question and his girlfriend, and by the time they're finished your face is finally cool enough to show. Your eyes immediately go to Donghyuck like usual, and he appeared to be mouthing something at the two, but stopped when he saw you watching, opting instead to send you a blinding smile.

"Miss Y/n, you'll be staying with us for the foreseeable future, in the room designated for the prince's betrothed. We'll have the next few days to relax and regroup, and then next week you and Hyuck will travel to a few of the bigger cities in the kingdom to make appearances at tree lightings and charity events before coming back to this castle for the Christmas Ball on December 23rd."

You blink a few times, willing your brain to absorb all the information the queen had just told you, but you don't make it very far.

"His betrothed?"

Jieun shares a fond smile with her mother before explaining, "the room was built when he was a child for his future queen to stay in before their eventual wedding, but it's empty until he gets engaged anyway, and it's the closest room to Hyuck's own so we thought you might want to stay there."

"Oh," is all you can say, and Hyuck shoots daggers at his family for their not-so-subtlety. "I hope she won't mind," you say, although thinking of the prince being engaged in the future leaves a weird feeling in your stomach.

"She won't," Johnny grins, before nudging the prince towards you, "Hyuck why don't you go show her the room?"

The prince makes a very unprincely finger gesture to his sister's boyfriend, but does as he says, giving a quick "we'll be going then," as he leads you out the room and through multiple halls and up staircases.

"So this one is yours, I'm the one right there," he points across the hall to the pair of doors directly across from your own, "so if you need anything just knock, or come right in and I'll help."

"Okay, thank you for the generosity your highness."

He makes a face of disgust before speaking again, "okay, I'm glad we're past the bowing thing, but lets stop with that too," he says, referencing your formal language.

"Sorry, it's just this is all a little weird. You're still a royal, even if you act like a dumb teenage boy."

He laughs at your teasing remark, "see I like that much better."

He lets you go into your room, telling you he'll meet you in the same place in a few hours to take you back down to the dining room for dinner since you didn't remember at all how you'd gotten there.

You entered into a room that was bigger than your entire house. The bed seemed like it was fifty feet away from the door, and the suite included a lounging area by a huge lit fireplace, a connected bathroom, and what you discovered to be a walk in closet conveniently full of exquisitely made gowns in your size.

When in the world did they have all the time to do all of this?

You've already messed with everything in the room by the time Hyuck knocks on your door to take you to dinner, and you're relieved to see that he has also changed out of his press conference outfit and into sweats. You were worried you would have to dress formally for dinner with the royal family.

"Did you see my surprise?"

You look at the prince in confusion, "What surprise?"

He grins, taking that as a no and opening the door to your room, leading you past the bed and a random piano and towards a dresser that you'd skimmed over on your initial snooping.

You open it at his prompting, laughing when you see it's full of comfy outfits and pajamas. "They wanted to fill the closet with royally acceptable outfits so figured I'd leave you something a little less suffocating."

You grab a pair of the new pajamas when you get back to your room after the best dinner you've ever had, stomach full and happy, ready to take a shower and go to sleep in the huge bed.

However, you don't pull the shower curtain back until after you've already stripped out of your clothes, a decision you quickly regret as you stare at the billion nobs and levers on the wall. You start randomly turning and pressing things, hoping you'll be able to figure it out yourself.

But of course, the universe hates you so nothing happens. Which is how you end up peeking your head out the doors of your bedroom, making sure no one is in the hall before quickly making your way to Hyuck's door and leaving a few quiet knocks.

He seems to have showered himself, chestnut hair damp and sticking in all directions as a loose shirt and shorts hang over his body. He takes in your appearance, flustered face and wide eyes as you stand in front of his room wrapped in one of the fluffy towels you'd found.

"Uh, I couldn't figure out the shower."

He would probably laugh if it weren't for the burning in his stomach. Frankly it was funny that you needed help figuring out how to turn the shower on, or at least it would have been funny if you were wearing clothes instead of being covered by just a towel.

But you weren't, so Hyuck silently enters your room for the second time that day, avoiding eye contact as he explains the various temperature and stream settings before muttering a stuttered "goodnight" that you quickly reciprocate and rushing back to his own room.

Your face doesn't go back to its original temperature until much later that night, after you've already fallen asleep.

The next few days go by in a blur of exploring the castle and hanging out with the Prince, and soon you're cinched into a traveling dress and climbing into a carriage to head to the first of many stops of your royal tour.

It's only the two of you, so Donghyuck has to debrief you himself, although his are much easier to understand compared to his mothers. You know exactly where you're going, what you're doing, where you're staying after, even what you're having for dinner.

You had a fantastic time, playing with the children and helping wrap gifts before standing alongside Donghyuck as he gives a short speech. Then you're off to an inn for dinner and rest before you head to the next stop tomorrow.

And it turns out Donghyuck did forget to mention one thing, because since the entire kingdom thought the two of you were madly in love-- you only got one room with one bed.

"You're doing this for me, so you take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor."

You look at him like he's grown three heads, "Are you kidding me? Hyuck you're the future King of our kingdom, no way you're sleeping on the floor."

"Y/n, you're not sleeping on the floor."

"Neither are you."

The two of you awkwardly stare at each other for a little longer than necessary before you just spit it out. "Look we've had a really long day and we're tired, let's just both sleep in the bed instead of fighting about it."

"I mean, as long as you're comfortable with that."

Which is how you ended up in bed with the Prince, both of you laying silently and trying to get comfortable without getting too close to the other.

And it takes a while, but you do eventually fall asleep, scrunched into a ball on the left side of the bed. Although all of that goes out the window when you wake up in the middle of the night to Hyuck's head tucked into your neck.

You tense up for a moment, but a quick look at his peaceful face reassures you the way he somehow always does, and you relax, stroking a hand through his damp hair before throwing an arm over his shoulders and falling promptly back to sleep.

Neither one of you say anything when you wake the next morning tangled in each others limbs, just letting out small awkward giggles and separating yourselves before getting up.

By the time the two of you make it to the last city it's gotten much less awkward, and you're comfortable teasing Hyuck during the holiday events and crawling into a hotel bed with him at the end of the night.

In fact, the newspapers have fully ditched the playboy storyline and now print stories from attendees of the various events as they talk about just how in love the "future King and Queen" look. The mayor of the last city had even asked which he would be receiving first, a coronation or wedding invite. (To which you and Hyuck had awkwardly laughed at before you ran off to the dessert table and left the Prince to change the subject).

That night the two of you climb into bed, discussing how the event went and bouncing around ideas of how you can better help the city. The domesticity of it hits you, and as you lay your head down you wonder if this is how it would be everyday if you really were with the Prince. You wonder if the future bride that would be in the room you were staying in would be as good with the kingdoms children as you are, or if papers would write about how in love they looked.

"Hey why are you frowning?"

"I'm not!"

"Yes you are! Look at that scowl on your face!" Hyuck brushes his thumb in between your eyebrows, smoothing out the scowl lines that were definitely there at the thought of his future relationship.

The two of you are no longer laughing or fighting like you were before, just staring at each other while letting shallow breaths out.

Donghyuck clears his throat and you turn around in bed to face your back to him to hide the red on your cheeks and stop yourself from doing something impulsive. However neither one of those things goes away when he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. His sleepy voice whispers into your ear.

"Is this okay? I figure we're going to end up here once we fall asleep anyway."

"Yeah," your words come out breathier than you were hoping, "it's fine. It's good."

He hums quietly before the two of you settle into the comfort of silence and each other.

When you make it back to the castle, it feels as if the entire family knows what the two of you were doing while gone, and even though you didn't technically do anything wrong, it's hard to look the Queen in her eyes without getting shy.

"Tell me everything, right now!" Jieun had entered your room as soon as you started unpacking, and you don't even look up from your bag as you respond. "It was good, I usually just hung out with the kids and ate while Hyuck talked to all the important people."

Jieun rolled her eyes. "Oh please, I know all that, the newspapers already have bets going about how many kids the two of you are going to have. I meant tell me everything about you and my brother!"

"What? I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Oh come on!! It was just the two of you hanging out 24/7, eating every meal together, sharing a bathroom, sharing a BED! You have to have something to tell me!"

"Not really much, your brother's a great guy— he keeps the bathroom clean and helps me blow dry my hair if I can't reach the back. One time he even sang a Christmas carol with me, which I did not know he had such a great voice. That's pretty much it."

"So you were out acting like a little old married couple while I sat cooped up in this castle with mother constantly reading me articles, you don't even have anything interesting to share for all my suffering."

You decide to throw her a bone, although you quickly regret it.

"He's also a pretty good cuddler."

"WHAT?"

Which is how you end up in a conversation way too deep for what you were expecting and way too intense for being with Hyuck's sister.

"Girl you like him, no you loooOOOooove him," she singsongs, and you can't help but laugh.

"Oh shut up, he's a prince."

The joking atmosphere of the room suddenly gets quiet, and Jiuen stares at you.

"You don't really think that means anything, do you?"

You stare blankly before voicing what you've been thinking since the first day he drug you into the castle, "he has a kingdom to run, shouldn't he be with someone who knows how to do that?"

"Yn, he knows how to run a kingdom on his own. He doesn't need someone to do his job, he needs someone to love him. And if I'm right about you, that is the greatest gift you can give him."

"Uh yeah."

She gives you a soft smile. "Hey I'll let you settle back in before dinner. Just think about what I said, okay?"

That night you can barely sleep, and you feel bad for whatever royal makeup artist is going to have to cover your eyebags for the Christmas Ball the next day.

When morning comes you've barely slept a wink, but a knock on your door reveals an equally as tired looking Donghyuck, and he offers you a cup of something "to wake you up" that you quickly realize is just Redbull in a fancy glass.

"Thanks, I barely slept last night."

"Me too."

"What was keeping you up?"

He pauses for a moment longer then necessary before saying "nerves" although you aren't sure what he has to be nervous about.

"Same."

After your short conversation you don't see the prince much for the rest of the day, too swept up in preparation. In fact the next time you see Hyuck is when you go out to meet him for the two of you to enter together.

"Holy shit."

Your eyes go wide, and you stare at Donghyuck. You've never heard such un-princely words come out of his mouth.

"Hyuck are you even allowed to say that?" You laugh so hard you worry for your mascara, but it seems to snap him out of his reverie.

"I'm the prince, I can say whatever I want. And frankly, even if I couldn't I probably would anyway."

"And what has made the oh so regal Prince Donghyuck use such foul language?" you question as you interlink your arms together.

The two of you start walking over the balcony, and the royal announcer alerts the room of your presence.

You don't even pick up the announcement of your names, too stuck on the warm whisper of Hyuck's voice in your ear.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Your face lights up bright red, and you would have tripped down the stairs if it wasn't for the hold of Hyck's arm, now on your waist instead of your arm.

Tonight, he refuses to leave your side, and takes you along whenever anyone asks to speak with him.

Thankfully the night has more than just boring conversation with old people, and soon Donghyuck has you spinning on the dance floor.

"This is so fun!" You giggle, even if you did almost step on the prince's toes.

"I think it's just you. Normally these dances are real snooze fests."

"I think you're giving me too much credit."

Donghyuck stops you mid-spin, leaving one hand wrapped around your own and leading you off the dance floor onto a balcony.

"I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit," he says it with such a fond tone that you can't help but avoid eye contact. "Yn you have touched so many lives, and my entire kingdom is ready for you to become Queen. Frankly, I think they’d rather have you ruling than me.”

You let out a quiet laugh at his last statement, but you understand the seriousness of his words.

“Hey, I told you the first day this started that you’re going to be an amazing King, and that hasn’t changed.”

He runs a hand through his hair like he’s frustrated, “Yn, I don’t think you get it, I wouldn’t be a great king. I spent the last ten years of my life out partying every night, that’s not something a good king does.”

“But—” you try to interject, but he quickly cuts you off.

“I know now that I can be a good king, but it’s because of you.”

All of the words you were trying to form in your head— reassurances, compliments, confessions— all go silent.

“What?”

“You’ve made me realize what caring about people really looks like. After our first event you climbed in the carriage and asked if we could buy the orphanage kids gifts ourselves instead of the workers using their account. You care, and give, and love so fiercely that it makes me want to do the same.”

There are tears in your eyes when you lift them to meet his, and he gives you a soft smile.

“I do think I’ll be a good king, but I also think that I’m madly in love with you.”

A gasp leaves your mouth, and you’re so embarrassed but never in your life did you think those words would come from Donghyuck.

He’s looking at you with sparkling eyes, and you can’t help the huge smile that breaks out on your face.

“I think I’m madly in love with you too,” and then his smashing his lips into yours and you can barely kiss back because of the smile that won’t go away.

When he pulls away you think of Jieun’s words.

“Hey Hyuck?”

He gives you his undivided attention, like always, and you internally squeal at it.

“Merry Christmas.”

He gives you soft kiss, “Merry Christmas baby.”

#AHHHHH IT TOOK ME LIKE A YEAR BUT HERE SHE IS #haechan x reader #nct haechan scenarios #haechan oneshot #nct haechan #haechan scenarios #Nct haechan oneshot #hyuck x reader #hyuck fluff #haechan fluff #donghyuck oneshot #donghyuck x reader #donghyuck scenarios

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chxnsdrive · 1 year

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Neighbors

pairing - taehyung x (f) reader

genre - smut

summary - you finally get to..properly..introduce yourself to your new neighbor.

warnings - 18+ (minors DNI), neighbor au, dom!taehyung, oral (f) receiving, unprotected sex (be smart, wrap it up folks), slight (?) voyeurism, not much plot-just smutty, let me know if I’ve forgotten anything (it’s 4am)

word count - 2.5k words

a/n - this is my very first post on tumblr! please be nice to me, i’m a bit fragile lmao.

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“Damn it!”

Your attention snapped away from the book you had been enveloped in as you sat on your front porch. You glanced over to your left to see your relatively new neighbor unloading painting after painting out of the backseat of his car.

And he had just dropped one on the ground.

You giggled to yourself quietly as you watched him shake his head- his soft, brown locks bouncing with every move. You hadn't officially met him yet and you had only seen him a few times through your window as he came and went. But he damn sure was attractive.

"Need some help?" You called out from your porch. The man jumped slightly, clearly unaware that you had been watching him.

"I'd normally say no, but if I drop one more of these paintings, I might lose it." He yelled back, offering a smile through his annoyance.

You softly closed your book, laying it on the step of your porch before making your way across your yard.

As you approached him, you could see his features much more clearly. His white v-neck t-shirt showed off his flawless, honey skin that practically glowed in the sunlight and a pair of black jeans that hugged his waist beautifully. His collarbones peeked out from the neckline of his shirt, just begging to be kissed.

"I really appreciate it. Every time I drop one, I can't help but feel guilty." He mumbled once you got a bit closer. You grabbed a few of the paintings, inspecting them closer.

"Wow, these are beautiful! Where did you get these?" You asked, eyes still fixed on the paintings.

"I won them at an auction. Art holds a pretty special place in my heart." He replied with a content sigh.

"Well, you have incredible taste." You offered him a polite smile.

He glanced over at you, giving you the sweetest boxy smile that you had ever seen. It made you blush.

"Thank you."

The two of you managed to get all of the paintings into his house without another one falling to the ground. Once inside, you glanced around his house and marveled at how beautifully decorated it was.

"Holy shit, your house is beautiful!"

He chuckled, watching you admire all of the paintings that he already had hanging up.

"You seem to also have an eye for art."

"Not really. I just think they're amazing." You replied softly, not taking your eyes off of them. "I have a lot of respect for artists. They're so talented and passionate about their work."

He tilted his head to the side, intrigued by how genuine you were. He had been wanting to talk to you for a while now, but never had the..time?..courage?

"You know, I don't think we've properly met since I moved in over here. I'm Kim Taehyung."

You turned around to face him, seeing his outstretched hand. You gladly took it, suddenly feeling flustered as his large hand gently grasped yours.

"I'm y/n. We've sort of said 'hello' in passing every now and then but it's nice to properly meet you, Kim Taehyung."

You could feel heat rushing into your cheeks the longer he stared at you. And he wasn't being subtle about it.

"Not to be forward or anything, but do you want to stay for dinner? Let me thank you for helping me." He more so stated rather than asked, still not taking his eyes off of you. His dominant aura was almost overwhelming.

"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that. I’d hate to impose.." you trailed off. Truth was, you didn't want to leave. And he didn't want you to either.

"Okay." He shrugged, turning to carry the paintings into the other room.

Your jaw dropped open at how quickly he had given up. You looked down at your feet, feeling defeated and absolutely stupid for ruining your chance at whatever you were hoping for.

"We'll skip dinner. I have other ways to thank you." He called out casually from another area of the house.

You looked up, eyes wide and cheeks hot.

"Wait, what? Really, Taehyung, I've got to get back home." Shuffling could be heard from the next room as he moved stuff around.

"Besides, it's not like I'm a slut or something." You mumbled under your breath, smirking as you continued to admire the paintings.

He suddenly came back around the corner, backing you against a bare wall. You gasped as you landed softly.

Taehyung's face was now merely inches from yours, his eyes now dark with lust. You felt your heartbeat racing as he leaned down to your neck, his warm breath dancing across your skin.

"I never said you were. But since you’ve mentioned it, lie to me and tell me you don't want to know, y/n. About all the different ways I could make you cum. How quickly I can have you screaming my name."

Your breath hitched at his last sentence. His low, sultry voice was enough to make your body buzz with arousal. You were, in fact, curious. But you didn't plan on admitting it so easily.

"I don't. I hate to bruise that ego of yours." You stated with a grin, lying through your teeth while trying to sound confident.

Taehyung let out a small chuckle against your neck before you felt the warmth of his tongue sliding across your skin. He slowly made his way up to the bottom of your jaw, leaving sensual kisses across your jawline.

Your confidence was fading rapidly. You eventually let out several whimpers as his soft lips caressed your skin. He pulled back slowly, a smirk lining his lips.

"Still not curious, y/n?"

Fuck it.

Without answering him, you leaned forward, attaching your lips to his. He let out a soft groan and a sensual giggle as his hands gripped and pulled at your waist, pulling your body against his.

He gave your waist a rough squeeze, making you gasp in between kisses. He took this opportunity to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth, your tongues working over each other in an intricate dance.

Taehyung suddenly pulled his lips away from yours, spinning you around to face the wall. The side of your face rested against the cool drywall as you felt his hands exploring your body.

"I don't think you realize how much of a tease you really are." He growled from behind you. He brought his hips to yours, grinding his hard cock into you slowly as he held your arms behind your back.

"What do you mean?" You asked, letting a moan escape your lips.

"Almost every day, you change clothes in your bedroom with the curtains open. No. Fucking. Modesty." He spat, emphasizing each word. He leaned his body against yours, bringing his lips to your ear.

"And I'm forced to just fucking watch, wondering what it would feel like to stuff you full of my cock."

You could feel your panties soaking the more his deep, velvety voice spoke. If you could make love to someone's voice, it would be his.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, closing your eyes.

"Are you? Did you know I was watching?" He huffed, sliding his hands down your sides before letting them rest on your hips. You brought your hands against the wall to hold yourself up better.

"No, I didn't."

His grip on your hips tightened, making you squeak on a sharp intake of breath.

"Don't lie to me." He growled, gripping a handful of your hair and slowly tilting your head back.

You bit your lip, deciding to tell him the truth. You wanted to be fucked and filled- and you hated to be teased.

"Yes, I knew. I wanted you to see me."

You were beginning to feel desperate. You started grinding your ass into his cock, wanting him to get the idea.

Taehyung let out a groan of approval, throwing his head back at the feeling before letting go of his grip in your hair.

"What do you want from me, y/n?"

You glanced over your shoulder, making brief eye contact with him. "I want you to fuck me. Please."

Without hesitation, he pulled your leggings down right below your ass, halfway down your thighs. Your black lace was now on display-not that he probably hadn't seen it through your window before anyway.

"Fuck." He growled, gripping your ass in both of his hands. He crouched down, leaving kisses and soft love bites across your ass. "You're such a fucking masterpiece."

You spread your legs a bit, wiggling your ass at the sound of his praises. He could feel the heat and arousal radiating from your pussy.

"Fuck me." He nearly whispered before gripping the backs of both of your thighs.

You gasped as his tongue made contact with your clothed cunt, his nails surely leaving marks on the back of your thighs where he was gripping you.

"Shit." You breathed, closing your eyes and letting the cool surface of the wall ground you.

Just as you thought he was going to make you cum, he stood up, leaving you panting and unsatisfied.

"I'm ready to fucking feel you."

He wasted no time as you heard his belt clinking, getting ready for you.

Eager. Fuck, that's sexy.

"You ready for me baby?"

You felt as he slipped your panties to the side before running his hard cock between your wet folds, coating himself in you. He didn't even take the time to undress you completely. His need to bury himself inside you turned you on beyond belief.

"Please." You begged. You weren't even begging for anything specific. You were just begging for beggars sake at this point.

"Yes ma'am." He cooed softly. He placed both of his hands on the wall as he prepares to sink his cock into you.

"Fuck!" You let out a yelp as you felt him begin to slip inside. He was so much bigger than you anticipated.

"Oh, fuck." He breathed from behind you, drawing out his words. He stayed still momentarily as your pussy stretched and squeezed around him. He could have came just from feeling your warmth.

After a few seconds, he slowly started rolling his hips into you, making sure you felt every inch. Teasing you yet again.

Your moans were like music to his ears as you felt him moving in and out of you.

In one swift motion, he pulled out almost completely before slamming back into you, filling you up. You let out a scream of pleasure, hoping none of your other neighbors could hear.

Taehyung continued pounding into you roughly, curses and moans falling from his lips as he took you. Your screams and moans were only making him more and more excited. You had never felt such pleasure in your life.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." You panted, feeling the pressure that was building in your stomach. It was only a matter of seconds before you would be a blathering mess.

"Go ahead baby, let me hear the beautiful noises you make when you cum all over my cock." He commanded between moans.

His permission was all you needed. You saw stars just as your vision went dark, focusing entirely on the high of your orgasm.

"Taehyung!"

"Fuck yes. Scream my name. You feel so fucking good baby." Taehyung praised you as you started to come down.

Pleasure began to turn into overstimulation as he continued to thrust into you. "Fuck, slow down. Please." You pleaded.

Taehyung stopped and swiftly pulled out of you, turning you around to face him. He pulled your leggings the rest of the way down your legs, allowing you to step out of them quickly.

Your shirt followed shortly after, tossed to the side and forgotten before it even touched the floor.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you against the wall, pressing his body into yours. He started placing rough kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of soon-to-be bruises as he smoothly unclasped your bra with his left hand.

"You really are perfect." He breathed. He stared intently at your breasts, playing softly with your aroused nipples as your body reacted to his touch.

His eyes pierced into yours as he lined himself at your entrance once again and pushed himself in. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you incredibly close.

"I know you can give me another one, baby. Just one more."

You leaned your head back against the wall while he fucked up into your cunt, your sex running down his cock and down to his balls.

"All the nights I had to jerk my own cock. When this sweet pussy was right next door. Fuck." Taehyung panted into your neck, breathless and fucked out.

All you could do was moan in response, trapped between the wall and your beautiful neighbor as you bounced repeatedly on his cock.

You felt your next orgasm approaching all too quickly as the softness of your walls began to swell with desire.

"Give it to me, baby. Give me all of that sweet, sticky sex." He growled, watching your tits as they bounced in rhythm with the rest of your body. His hands gripped at your waist, pulling you onto his cock with every thrust.

And you did exactly that. You came with such intensity that your body went numb for about 3 seconds. You couldn't even make any noises- just the sound of skin slapping as you held intense eye contact with Taehyung through your orgasm.

He laughed quietly before slowing his pace to a stop.

"I knew you could give me another one. Such a good girl."

He rested his forehead against yours as he resumed thrusting into you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving yourself more support as you started to move your hips to match his thrusts.

"You're gonna make me cum, baby. Fuck." His thrusts started to lose rhythm as his jaw went slack.

"This pussy is mine now. To fuck whenever I want it." He rambled.

"Fuck."

"Say it. Tell me."

"Whenever you want." You moaned.

He watched himself moving in and out of you so effortlessly, putting him over the edge. After 3 more thrusts he pulled out of you, cumming all over your stomach as he held you in his arms.

You reached down and pumped his throbbing cock as he rode out his high, constant moans falling from his sweet lips.

"Fuck, y/n. Stop before we go for round two." He warned. You smirked as you let him go, satisfied with how pleased he was.

He let your legs down gently, making sure you were steady enough to stand before cleaning you up.

"That was fucking amazing." He breathed, tucking himself away and buckling his pants again.

"Agreed. You sure do know what you're doing." You answered, letting out a soft giggle as you pulled your leggings back on.

"I just know a beautiful work of art when I see one." He looked over at you and winked, making you blush.

He waited for you to get all of your clothes back on before pulling you closer to him. His hand grazed over your cheek, his eyes locked with yours.

"I meant what I said. You’re mine now."

#bts smut #bts #Bangtan smut #Taehyung #kim taehyung #Taehyung smut #kpop #kpop imagines #drabble #chxnsdrive

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liuhko · 10 months

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ᘡ ⭑ SYNOPSIS・ Gwendolyn decides to teach you how to play drums.

THIS WORK INCLUDES: Flustered Gwen and reader. GIRLS FLIRTING!! Sharing clothes and dumb teenage thoughts.

NOTE: This is just a quick one-shot I whipped out. I love Gwen, she’s so cute. I hope to become the face of the pro-Gwendolyn agenda. I added “GIRLS FLIRTING!!” but this is a gender-neutral post, I'm just sapphic and have a fat crush on her so I'm self-inserting xx

Gwen trying to teach you how to play the drums isn’t the easiest thing. There’s confusion and a variety of mistakes, and it’s a slight mess for both parties.

"I’m gonna teach you how to play drums today!” You stared at her blankly with a Spider-Man 2099 burger stuffed in your mouth while hunched over your 2099 meal. "Huh? Why?" You asked, although your words came out muffled and you nearly choked while speaking. Gwen’s eyes widened slightly, and she patted your back to make sure you were okay. "What do you mean, why? I just wanna teach you something new."

"That’s cool, but what’s the reason?”

I like you; you’re really pretty, and I want to spend more time with you. She thought, her cheeks growing warmer as she smiled awkwardly at you. "Hands…coordination." You and Gwen gave each other a confused look at the same time. You furrowed your brows at her expression. "Why do you look confused?"

"I didn’t mean to say that. What I mean is that playing drums helps with coordination. You use your hands a lot too, obviously." A snicker fell from your lips, and you just smiled at her. You finished the last of your burger, stood up, and walked toward Gwen. "So, you wanna teach me how to play drums, huh?" She nodded. "Alright, should we do it here or...?"

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"WOAH. Your universe is so cool!" Gwen had decided to take you to her place to teach you. H.Q. was too noisy, and she would’ve been a nervous mess in yours. You’d met her dad earlier when she led you through the portal; he gave you some cookies he had made, and you ended up chatting with each other for far too long. So, now you're exploring Gwen’s room with a bag of cookies in hand.

"You look so different here, like a painting!" Your eyes lingered on Gwen as you observed her. She looked so vibrant and colorful. "You look nice here, Gwen." She paused, taking a moment to register your words. It didn’t take long for Gwen to understand, and when she did, her cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink. "Thanks, you too." She shut her closet and handed you some clothes, avoiding your eyes when her fingers touched yours momentarily. "You’re welcome." You hummed. You stared at the small pile of clothes in your hand and glanced at Gwen. "What’re these for?" You asked.

"You’re in your suit, and people here aren’t too fond of Spider-Woman. I can go buy you some stuff if you aren’t comfortable wearing my clothes." You bit your lip to stop yourself from bursting into a fit of giggles and stupid smiles. You shook your head and quickly threw on the hoodie and sweats she had given you over your suit. "Nope. Don’t buy anything; I like your clothes. They’re comfortable."

"Wow, okay. You put those on fast. They look nice on you though." She mumbled the last part, giving you the same awkward smile as before. "I heard that; I appreciate the compliment." You said, playfully punching her shoulder. "I’ll step outside so you can change out of your suit."

"But you didn’t change out of your suit."

"I know, I’m respecting your clothing."

"I don’t mind if you wear my clothes; that’s why I offered them to you."

"Shh, it doesn’t matter."

Gwen playfully rolled her eyes at you and decided to drop the conversation. She accepted defeat. "Fine, I’ll be out in a few minutes." You nodded and shut the door behind you. The truth is, if you had worn her clothes without your suit underneath, your nerves would’ve taken over and you’d probably explode. Teenage hormones are weird. You ignored your odd thoughts and stood outside, waiting for Gwen to finish. Thankfully, it didn’t take her too long. Once she finally emerged from her room, you waved bye to her dad and left the house. Now closely following Gwen through the streets of New York, Earth-65B.

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"Use your wrists more."

"What do you mean?!"

"(Y/N), your wrists. Don’t use your shoulders."

"I give up.” You stood up and handed Gwen the drumsticks. You attempted to walk away, but she quickly spun you around. "Let’s try it one more time. If you don’t like it, I won’t bother you with drumming ever again." Groaning dramatically, you grabbed the drumstick, sat in front of the drums, and patiently waited for Gwen’s instructions. The blonde-haired girl patted your back and stood behind you, carefully adjusting your arms and hands into the correct position.

"You’re doing a pretty good job; just try to use your wrists instead of your shoulders.” You nodded and began to play. You thought you were doing pretty well. You didn’t sound horrible, at least. You were hitting the right notes, but Gwen constantly stopped you. Ready to point out more issues with your form, timing, or whatever else you messed up when playing the drums. This time was no exception. "We’ve been at this for an hour, and you keep correcting the same mistakes. Maybe I’m just not good at this." You spoke dejectedly.

Gwen, who still stood behind you, placed her arms over yours and gently held your wrists. "Why don’t I show you? Maybe that’ll make it easier." A tingly feeling shot through your body, and you felt like butter. Slippery, spineless butter. You knew it was probably an accident, but Gwen had made you short-circuit for a few moments. Her standing behind you and holding you in this position made your stomach hurt, but in a good way. Although this wasn’t the first time she had adjusted your form, she was much closer than she was the last few times. That, paired with her bending forward and speaking so closely to your ear, made your face heat up. The fact that you were wearing her clothes didn’t help. They smelled like her, and it suddenly became much harder to concentrate.

Gwen adjusted your form (again) and played a few notes with you, her hands still on yours. She went on about... something. Truthfully speaking, you had no idea what she was saying, and you didn’t care all that much. Not when you were so focused on her arm and hand placement. Even though you weren’t focused, you had to make it look like you were, otherwise that’d be rude. So you locked eyes with Gwen, only to get that tingly feeling again. Maybe it was the position you both were in, maybe it was her clothes and their smell, or maybe it was her voice echoing in your head (even though you had zero idea what she was talking about). Whatever it was, it made her eyes look considerably prettier than before.

They were so bright and sparkly. Her lashes fit them perfectly, and she had nice eyebrows. Her cheeks were another nice part of her face. So were her lips. They looked a pretty shade of pink; they also looked soft and kissable. Had Gwen Stacy ever kissed anyone? Would you kiss her, or would she kiss you? Would it be a quick peck, or would it take a bit longer? She’d been chewing gum; maybe she’d taste like mint. Her breath was nice. Pretty girls always have nice breath.

A wave of thoughts surrounding Gwen and what it’d be like to kiss her had popped into your head, and you couldn’t focus on anything else but her. Not her instructions, not the drums, just her. She was enchanting and hypnotic. You didn’t mind, though. Being in a Gwen-centered trance wasn’t the worst thing you could experience. Unless you decided to blurt out your thoughts.

"Gwen, can I kiss you?"

"…What?"

"Sorry, that was weird and rude. I’m just distracted by you. You're so cute." Gwen’s cheeks flushed immediately after hearing your words, and she moved away from you, shocked and a bit excited. Everyone and anyone who observed the two of you interacting with each other could tell Gwen had a crush on you, and vice versa. Everyone but you two. So, to say Gwen was flustered was an understatement. The girl took several deep breaths and mumbled to herself. It took a few minutes for her to calm down, but once she did, she turned to you and shot you her signature awkward smile. "If you can play a few notes correctly, I’ll give you a kiss."

Your eyes lit up at this offer. Receiving a kiss from the girl you like for the simple task of playing a few percussion notes was a dream come true. Your posture straightened, and your grip on the drumsticks tightened. "How many notes do I need to play?"

"Ten."

She wanted ten notes, so you gave her ten notes. You focused intensely on your posture, timing, and any other issues you had before while playing. There was no way you’d lose this chance, and if you did, then you’d throw yourself into a ditch or drown. Whichever option presented itself first. You played the drums surprisingly well, and Gwen scoffed at this. "All it took for you to play properly was for me to offer you a kiss?"

"I’m a simple person."

"So was all my adjusting and helping part of your plan to get me closer to you? You didn’t actually need it, hm?" She leaned into you, a hint of a grin tugging on her lips. “Well, it’s not like that. I did… I do need the help." You fidgeted with the hoodie and stared intensely at Gwen, that tingly feeling returning again. She tucked some hair behind your ear and gave you a peck on the cheek. "You look cute in my clothes. Play ten more notes, and I’ll kiss you again."

"On it."

TAGS @tnjiku @hymnbones @peachop @lucstarz @m1lkenthusiast @rivbows @dayestic @ynzu @zorosq @bakuslanderhq @histani

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vodika-vibes · 7 months

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Vod’ika my dear!

I humbly ask to be wowed by your writing once again with an ask for “soft kisses along their jaw” from the Physical Romantic Gestures that Make Me Weak list with Grain please? (Shocker it’s for Grain, I know lol)

-💋 anon

His Distraction

Summary: Grain works hard, too hard, so you decide to help force him to relax.

Pairing: CMO Grain (Clone OC) x Reader

Word Count: 805

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @kiss-anon

Divider by Saradika

Of all the things you love most in the world, you have to admit that your boyfriend of 6 months is probably the top of the list. He’s handsome, kind, and respectful. Also, he’s amazingly smart.

Of course, you haven’t quite gotten to the point where you’re comfortable saying the big L word to him, but you’re close.

You just don’t want to scare him away is all.

Grain, somehow, seems to think that he’s not good enough for you, and nothing you say, or do, can convince him otherwise.

You rest your chin on your folded arms, a lovesick smile on your face, as you watch him do his paperwork for the evening. He knows you’re staring at him judging by the slightly flustered look on his handsome face, and you muffle a giggle as he pulls his datapad so it’s covering his face.

“You’re doing this intentionally,” He accuses good naturedly.

“Of course. You’re gorgeous.” You reply easily.

“Oh, I didn’t know that there was a mirror on the back of my datapad.” Grain muses thoughtfully.

And it’s your turn to flush pink, “You know, the fact that you say things like that makes you even more attractive to me.”

He glances at you with a small, mischievous smile on his lips, “I speak only the truth, cyare.” Grain replies solemnly.

You grin at him, “How much longer until you’re done with work?”

“Well, seeing as I’m going to be working until the day I die-”

You sigh and drape yourself across his desk, “Grain!”

“Okay, okay! I only have a few more charts I need to fill out,” He replies with a laugh, “Though, they can probably wait until tomorrow…”

“Yes! Let them wait until tomorrow,” You say as you perk up immediately.

He tries to shoot you a stern look, though an amused smile plays on his lips, “These are important.”

“Yes, they are. But so is rest. Isn’t that the thing you say to Riff all the time? Stillness is as good as movement. Or something?”

“I…may have said something like that to my stubborn older brother, yes.” Grain admits.

“And if it’s good enough for Riff then it’s good enough for you.” You push yourself to your feet and circle his desk, before you promptly settle yourself on his lap, “Please?” you ask as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Cyare-”

You drop your head to his shoulder, you know that tone of voice. That’s Grain’s ‘I’m sorry, I have to finish this’ voice. Which means it’s time to pull out the big guns.

You shift your head slightly and press a light kiss just under his ear. And Grain stills, his voice stopping mid-sentence. A giggle falls from you, but you don’t allow his sudden stillness to stop you.

You are on a mission, after all.

You trail your lips down his jaw, stopping every now and then to press hot, open mouthed, kisses against his jawline, and you release a happy hum when you feel his hands settle on your hips.

“Please Grain,” You purr, as you kiss his jaw, and then allow your lips to drift down to teasingly nip at his neck, an action that pulls a strangled noise from his lips, “You need a break, and I’m so very lonely.”

Grain releases a shaky breath, “I know what you’re trying to do, cyare.” A low groan escapes him as you nip his neck once more, “This stuff is important-” He tries.

“Not so important that it won’t hold until tomorrow,” You counter, your lips moving to continue their lazy trail against his jawline. “Just a short break,” You bargain, “Only for an hour or so?”

His hands flex on your hips, “And what, exactly, do you plan for this hour?” Grain asks.

You grin against him, and you reach down to grip his hands on your hips. You slowly, teasingly, guide his hands under your shirt, until their resting just over your ribs, “I was thinking,” You coo, “That I could pull out that new paint set I have, and you can paint me.”

“That sounds…messy.” Grain notes, as his calloused hands start gently caressing your sides.

“Mm, and then we can shower together,” You offer impishly.

A sharp breath leaves him, “Is that right?”

“Who better than you to make sure all the paint is washed off?” You tease, and then you tilt your head to the side. Just a little more, and you’ll have him. “Besides,” You offer slyly, “I do, so, love being naked under you.”

“Fuck.” Grain breathes out, one of his hands flies to the back of your neck, and he pulls you into a messy kiss, “You win, cyare.”

You giggle against his lips, “I always do.” And you happily accept the second kiss he offers you.

#star wars #tcw #clone oc x reader #oc: grain #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction

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felidaefighter · 1 year

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Birds Of A Feather

(Dream is a chicken hybrid, because Loyal says so.)

Merry Christmas @simplepotatofarmer! I hope you like your gift. :DD

Dream’s always been wary of Philza. One of the most powerful, legendary warriors, yes, and alongside Techno, he’s long since earned Dream’s full respect. He’s grateful that Phil is an ally so long as Technoblade is. So that’s his reasoning-- if anybody ever asked, which nobody ever did-- for why he was so wary of Phil. The actual truth of why, buried deep down, was not something he ever wished to face.

So when he comes to in an unfamiliar place and the first thing he sees is Philza, he’s alarmed to say the least, and manages to squawk out a “What happened?” fast as he can before Phil somehow and for some reason decides to get the drop on him.

“Good morning to you too,” Phil jokes calmly, and as much as Dream hates to admit it the tone lets him know there’s no immediate danger and it relaxes him. He trusts Phil for as long as he trusts Techno, so unless he did something unseemly in his sleep like a companion of his tended to he should be fine, right? “Okay, goodmorning,” Dream tries again in a rushed voice with an eyeroll, “that still doesn’t answer my question. What happened?”

Phil rolls his eyes in return. “You passed out, mate. Yeahhh turns out running and fighting in the snow immediately after spending god knows how long in a cramped up cage that’s hot as hell exhausts you. Who knew?” Dream attempts to stand-- it’s a lot harder than he’d like to admit, as most things seem to be these days-- and Phil tuts at him. “You’re in no shape to go anywhere. Let alone running off. At least wait until Techno gets back.”

Dream huffs. Regardless of whether or not Phil has a point, he can’t afford to just... sit around. And heal. And recover. And do nothing. “Well, how long until he gets back?” Dream tries, trying not to sound desperate and scared and threadbare from the wear and tear of prison. Phil thinks for a moment. “Well, he’s off hunting-- and I mean hunting down that bastard Sam with Ranboo and apparently Tubbo right now-- and it’s a rescue mission to boot so it’s probably gonna be a minute. Sorry mate, I know you’re in a rush to go wreck your body and do cartoon evil things again,” Phil adds with a slight chuckle.

“And you just want us to wait here like sitting ducks?!?” Dream counters, because he needs to go, because-- the look Philza is giving him, Dream realizes, makes him regret his choice of words nigh immediately. Phil waves him off nonchalantly. “They’re distracted, mate, we’ve got plans, you’ll be fiiiine.”

“Unrelated,” Phil starts smugly, in a way that implies they both know it very much is related, “What type of hybird did you say you were again?” This is it. This is everything Dream ever didn’t want to happen. The only person who could figure it out. “Well I don’t like telling people because it’s kind of like, you know, they try and like make a big deal out of it, because it’s rare or whatever, but I’m a feathered dragon-- probably why so many people were afraid of me-- and it just sucks that I can’t fly,” Dream stutters, attempting to make it sound natural. It’s mostly true. Mostly.

“Uh-huh,” Phil says. “Feathered dragon. Right. Sure. And that’s why you’ve got horns?” He’s leading him, surely, but Dream doesn’t care-- “Yes!--” he shouts over-eagerly-- “Yes, they’re awesome aren’t they? They’re epic, I love them.” Phil nods again. “And you’re sure it’s not, like, a comb? Like from a chicken?”

“WHAT?!?” Dream squawks again, offended, “NO-- a chicken-- are you calling me a coward? I’m not a chicken. That’d be stupid. That’d be dumb. They’re clearly horns.” Phil laughs, a big loud cackle that fills the entire house. “I KNEW IT!” He laughs, and Dream’s flustered and embarrassed and horrified but this legend, this terrifying legend, his laughter is infectious and he starts to giggle without even realizing as he protests, red-faced. “I’m not a chicken!”

“It’s okay mate,” Phil says with a hiccup, trying to hold back on his laughter, “It’s okay, you can be a chicken and still be feirce. I’ve seen some pretty vicious chickens in my lifetime, believe me. They can murder like nobody’s business. It ain’t your fault nobody seems to realize that.” It’s reassuring, somehow? And yet. “You say that after laughing like that,” Dream grumbles.

“Awww mate I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m just laughing ‘cause I was right. Am I really the only one that figured it out?” He seemed genuinely surprised at it. Dream shrugged. “I mean like-- okay but so like-- you’re a crow, right? You’re the only other bird. Nobody else gave a shit, they saw horns because they wanted to see horns and like, what, you think I’m gonna tell them I’m actually a chicken?” Phil was still trying to calm down from laughing, but he nodded, “Nah, that’s fair, I can see that being an issue for you. If nobody took you seriously ‘cuz of it.”

“Exactly!” Dream exclaimed. And then he realized just how embarrassed he was. Here he was, meant to be a powerful warrior in his own right, laying in bed at the behest of Philza, baring his whole, chicken-hybrid heart to the warrior. This, he thought grumpily, was not how escaping from prison was meant to go. He decided to say as much. “This is not how I expected this to go,” He relayed to Phil, who laughed again. “You’re tellin’ me! Better stay and heal up then, who knows what you’re gonna need to do next.”

And Dream found he didn’t dislike that idea as much as he’d expected to.

#they write #dreamwastaken #philza #i hope this is in-character asnvlkdsnvlsdhglsdhg

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It bloomed in spring - chapter 11

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Pairing: Levi x Reader

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Words: 4.5k

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, royal AU, emperor Levi, falling in love, forbidden love, relationship progression, plot development, pregnancy.

Concept: You are tested for poison and other things. You are free from poison and find out you're pregnant. You travel with Hange and Levi to the library in parliament and give Levi the news. Levi takes Hange's advice and decides to make you his mistress. You discover a secret part of the library that leads you to the truth about the past. Levi declares you as his mistress earning you respect from politicians, which surprises you both. You find out the truth one night and start plotting with Levi and the others how to get what you dream of.

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You watched Hange closely as she carried out test after test on you and the food. You nibbled your lip and checked the time knowing you both had to go soon to the library. You stood up and smiled at her. “Well? Is it poison because I’m feeling a bit odd today.”

She smiled at you. “No poison in the food or drinks, it was just a message to mess with you.”

You let out a long sigh. “Thank goodness.”

“You’re pregnant.”

You flinched. “Huh!?”

She smiled. “I checked over and over as I checked for poison. You’re pregnant.”

You cupped your face as your heart raced with joy. “A baby…” Your stomach dropped. “Oh…this could be bad.”

Hange hugged you. “We’ll work something out. I swear.”

You sighed as you held her back. “Yeah, I know.”

She kissed your forehead. “It’ll be okay.”

You pulled back and rubbed your tummy. “I’m mixed about it all, but I will have them and love them so much.”

“You’ll be a wonderful mother.” She walked with you to the door. “Let’s go tell Levi!”

You looked at the time. “We don’t have time. We need to get to parliament for our timeslot for the library. It was difficult to get in there being a woman.”

She nodded and walked with you. “We’ll tell him when we get back.”

You hurried to your office and grabbed your papers. “Okay, let’s find the books we need.”

She led you to the carriage and saw Levi running towards you both out of the palace. “Um,” she called your name “your lover wants you.”

You leaned out of the carriage. “I guess I should tell him now.”

Levi skidded on his heels next to you and panted. “Are you going to the parliament library?”

You nodded. “Yes. We need to go now otherwise we miss our slot.”

He climbed into the carriage. “I’ll come with you both. If we’re late, then I will help you both.”

Hange sat down and smiled. “We have news for you. Two things.”

Levi looked over at you. “Two things?”

You gulped hard. “Is Tutus with her highness?”

Levi nodded. “Sir Tutus is with my mother and father, yes. So, what is this news?”

Hange clapped her hands together. “She has not been poisoned and there was no poison in the food! I will let your lovely lady tell you about the second news.”

Levi turned to you. “What’s the news?”

You gulped hard. “I umm…”

Hange gasped. “SHE’S PREGNANT!”

You glared at Hange. “Hange!”

“I’m sorry, I was just so excited for you.” She blushed. “I’m really sorry.”

Levi held your hands. “Are you really pregnant?”

Hange squealed. “YES!” She blushed when Levi glared at her. “Sorry, sorry!”

You lowered your head. “Yeah, I’m pregnant. I found out this morning.”

He kissed you and smiled. “A baby. This is wonderful.”

You nibbled your lip. “I am worried. What are we to do when it’s clear I am pregnant?”

He let out a long sigh. “We’ll change the law by then. I promise.”

You kissed him before hugging him. “Thank you.”

He smiled. “A baby.”

You giggled. “Yeah.”

He held your waist. “A baby.”

You laughed. “Yeah.”

He lifted you up and sat you on his lap. He placed his hand on your pelvis and smiled. “Baby.” He rested his head on your shoulder. “I wonder what they’ll be. I’m excited to meet them.”

“Me too.”

Levi lifted his head when you slipped off. “Where are you going?”

Hange opened the carriage door. “We’ve arrived, that’s why. I also strongly suggest you make her your mistress so you can openly be together a bit better and it’ll be okay that you’re having a baby.”

Levi frowned. “If I say she’s my mistress, won’t people mistreat her? They’d assume she’s a temptress.”

“That’s true, but at least you’ll be able to go on dates.”

Levi hummed. “Would you be okay with it?”

You blushed and nodded. “Yes. I can take it.”

“Okay, well I will make it known.”

You slipped out of the carriage and turned to Levi. “Come on.”

Levi climbed out and walked with you and Hange toward parliament. “Are you sure you’re okay with it? I’ve just promoted you. People might say terrible things about you.”

You turned to Levi. “People know you’re trying to change a law. Now they know I’m trying to change the same law. When we stop it, they’ll see that we had the same goal in mind. Our aim is to get married. People will see that in the end.”

He kissed you and sighed. “Alright.” He led the way inside and signed in for you and Hange. “I understand we are late, but that was my fault. I have finished my paperwork, so I’m ready to go.”

The man bowed. “Of course, your majesty. All forgiven. Please, come with me.” He led the way and glanced back. “It’s strange to have two women researchers with you. We don’t usually let women in as they aren’t as smart as us men.”

Levi gritted his teeth a little. “That’s a false belief. They are incredibly capable researchers and have made a greater advancement in research than my group before. They’re perfect.”

You blushed a little. “Thank you.”

Hange grinned. “Appreciate it!”

The man opened the grand doors. “Enjoy the library.”

Levi held his hand out. “Key.”

“Oh, but.”

“Key. I don’t need someone treating me like a child.”

He handed the key over. “Forgive me!”

Levi yanked the key away. “Leave us be. I don’t want anyone disturbing us while we are working on something important.”

He bowed. “Yes, your majesty! I’m so sorry for being a bother and insulting you and your researchers!”

Levi hummed and watched the man run off. He closed the doors and locked them from the inside. “Work fast. It’s only a matter of time before he tells someone and we have company.” He hurried over to you and stopped you from running off. “You can wait here.”

You sighed. “I’m not fragile. I can do this.”

He kissed you. “Okay, okay. Just be careful.”

You nodded and ran down the halls with Hange and Levi. You all searched the books lining the shelves for something that could help you. You grabbed all books on Empress Elula and ran down to a small section. You spied a small gap in the shelves and almost a secret section behind. You dropped your books and wiggled your body through them. You fell out onto the other side to see the place was old, really old and covered in dust.

You ran to the gap. “Levi!”

Levi raced over to you. “Bunny? What’s wrong?” He spotted you. “Where are you? What are you doing there?”

You smiled at him. “I’ve found a secret part.”

Levi shoved one of the bookcases and slipped inside. “Well, let me help.” He looked around at the thick dust. “Tch, fucking disgusting.”

“Don’t focus on the dust darling.” You trotted over to a shelf. “Focus on what we can find here to help us.” You looked through the books and hummed. “These seem old, really old.”

Levi pulled a book and coughed. “It’s old as shit.”

You paused when you saw a book. “Oh! Oh!”

Levi walked over to you. “What?”

You pulled it off and showed Levi. “It’s a diary.”

Levi frowned a little. “Why would it be here?”

You stared at it for a while before looking around the room. “Wait a minute.” You walked around the room and looked at how it was set up. “I think this was her workspace. This wasn’t always a place for politicians, it used to be a huge library for the royals because there was only a small number of politicians and now they’ve grown they’ve taken over.” You squealed. “We’re walking in such a historical spot. I’m sure she brought her husband here and they did so much here!”

Levi kissed your forehead. “There is.”

You hummed and smiled as Levi kissed your forehead softly. “I have hope. I think this is our answer.”

“Grab as much as possible. We’re running out of time.”

You nodded and grabbed as many books as possible before slipping through the gap and mixing the books with the others. “Okay, let’s get going.”

Levi grabbed most of the books and ran with you to Hange. “We have to move.”

Hange ran to the door. “Got it!”

Levi unlocked the door to reveal a group of annoyed-looking men with one leading them. “Thank you for letting us use the library.”

The leader perked up. “Your majesty! I’m honoured to meet you. I did not know you would be here. I was only told two women would be.”

Levi looked over at you. “I have two women, one is a trusted friend and researcher, and this one is my mistress.”

You blushed as you gazed at Levi. “I…I am.”

Levi kissed you. “Who I love.”

The leader bowed to you. “Greetings, royal mistress. I am honoured to meet you.”

You gasped a little. “Why are you bowing?”

He stood up and looked nervous. “Do you not want that? Forgive us, your majesty.”

Levi frowned. “Wait, what respect and things does the mistress get?”

“She gets an allowance, power and respect. She’s been chosen by you, your majesty. Though she cannot be Empress, she’s still chosen and loved by you. She is seen as very important.” He bowed deeply to you. “Blessings upon the royal mistress! Forgive me and the others for being judgemental.”

Levi pulled you close. “It’s all forgiven. Just know that she is my mistress, love, and everything.” He pushed you along. “Come, we must go back to the palace.”

Hange ran ahead and climbed into the carriage. She waited for you both to get in before speaking. “I give it about five hours before most people know. There’s no going back now.”

Levi looked over at you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah I’m alright. I guess it is a shock. I wasn’t expecting them to bow to me and show me so much kindness and respect.”

Levi held your hand. “It’s a new life and path for us both.”

You squeezed his hand and nodded. “It is.”

He kissed the back of your hand. “It means you and I can be open with each other. I can go into your room without problems and you can sleep with me.”

You blushed. “You’re right, but you still have to date the princesses.”

“It’s all a front.”

You hummed a laugh. “It’s funny. You have a mistress without even having a wife.”

He pulled you close. “I know, but I also know I love you.”

Levi rolled over in bed to see you sat up in it with the diary open, reading glasses on and a lamp giving you some light. He inhaled as he rubbed his eyes. “Bunny, did I not wear you out enough?” He massaged your thigh. “Want me to try again?”

You were half listening. “Mm, sure handsome.” You flicked the page and kept reading. You frowned when the bed shifted and your legs. You lifted the book and looked down to see Levi between your legs with his tongue sticking out a little. “Levi?”

He looked up at you and smiled. “Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

He frowned. “I asked if you wanted me to try again.”

“Try what?”

He blushed. “I asked if I didn’t wear you out enough.” He faceplanted the bed and groaned. “I’m an idiot.”

You closed your book and petted his head. “Don’t be sad. I was half listening, sorry.”

“Stupid.”

You giggled at the Emperor of Paradis was acting like a kid being told off. “Tell you what.”

He looked up at you. “What.”

“Our baby needs to hear their daddy’s voice.”

Levi dragged himself up the bed and pulled you closer by your hips. He kissed your belly and hummed. “Hello, sweet baby.”

You opened your book again and played with Levi’s hair as he started talking to the baby. You kept reading Elula’s loving words about meeting her husband and then marrying him. You smiled at their cute love together and how Elula bad-mouthed the Du Monts. You stopped a moment when she mentioned that her husband got sick. You read on as she described how he got sicker and sicker and he got too sick for them to try for a child. You felt your heart break when she said that she and her husband had craved for a child, but she only wanted one with him and no one else.

Levi stopped talking to your belly when he heard your soft sobs. He sat up between your legs. “Bunny?”

You handed the book over. “It’s so sad.”

Levi read through the troubles and the end result. He looked up at you. “Oh, you poor sweet soft thing.”

You threw yourself at Levi as you cried. “He died!”

Levi rubbed your back as he kept reading with the book held to the side. “It’s the past, my love, there is nothing we can do.”

You sniffed. “I know, but it’s so sad.”

He kissed the top of your head and kept reading. “She says the Du Monts started to become an issue. They tried getting involved, pushed her to marry a guy.” He frowned a little. “She suspected they were a Du Mont. She says…these Du Monts are relentless. Since the passing of my beloved, they are pressing me so to marry a man they have chosen. I have suspected for years that these Du Monts have tried to claw their way into royalty. I have denied their demands for marriage. I doubt my denials will succeed. I have heard whispers of a law being made to force me into marriage. I have a solution to protect Paradis from their vile grip. I intend to make my cousin my heir. I believe in their family, their heart and their strength. I hope that in time, they will find a way to stop the Du Monts.”

You rubbed your tears away. “Is there more?”

He nodded and changed pages and he skimmed the pages. “Ah, here. They have dug their claws in deep but failed to gain a firm hold. Their law may be strong but many allies stopped most. They wished for a law to force marriage upon royals. They wanted to get one of their own married into the royal line. They failed. My allies added a part to the law. If a royal fails to marry for love, then a selection of potential brides or grooms will be presented. I strongly believe the Du Monts will hide this law. I fear for the future of the royals. I wish nothing but love upon those who come after me. Be cautious. The Du Monts want the crown.”

You nibbled your lip. “Levi…”

He locked eyes with you. “We need to find out who the Du Monts are. They are hiding in plain sight, I know it. They have the law that says I can marry you!” He smiled. “I can’t believe it. I can marry you. I can, but they are twisted so the Du Monts can try and marry in. One of the princesses is a Du Mont and someone else.”

You fiddled with your nightdress. “You need to date them.”

He frowned. “What?”

“You need to date the princesses. We have to pretend we don’t know what’s in this book.”

He looked down at the book. “But I don’t want to.”

You cupped his face. “You said it yourself, one of them is a Du Mont. I know the Du Mont will lay low for a while, but they will get full of themselves. Elula makes it very clear in her diary that they liked to gloat.” You let his face go. “I’ll use the staff to find out who the other one is. Someone in politics is a Du Mont. You have been pushed the most to get married, so I believe the Du Monts are dying out. They will try anything to marry you.”

“We’re creating a trap for them.”

You nodded. “We need to tell the others. We need to prepare.”

Levi tapped his forehead against yours and let out a long sigh. “I don’t like this, but I understand.” He kissed you. “I will host a meeting with Erwin and the others.”

You jumped out of bed. “You’re right.”

Levi watched you pull on your dressing gown. “Bunny?”

You smiled at Levi. “I’m going to gather everyone and let them know.”

He climbed out of bed. “Really?”

You stopped a moment. “Do you not want to?”

He jumped out of bed. “I do! I’m just in shock at how active you are. You’ve grown into a fine person.”

You smiled softly. “I guess I would have been so shy about this when we first met in spring.” You hummed a laugh a little. “Now Autumn is here and I’m very proactive in making our future.”

Levi pulled you close and kissed you. “I love it, but you and the baby need to rest.”

“Levi.”

He hushed you. “Go to bed. I am thankful to you, but you need to rest up.” He smiled at your pout. “You’re too cute sometimes. Bed.”

You huffed. “Let me fight.”

“You are fighting.” He picked up Tutus and handed him over. “Sleep and let me take care of this. It’s my turn now, okay?”

You climbed into bed with your pup. “Okay.”

“Thank you.” He kissed you before tucking you in. “I’ll fix this all.”

You blushed at the determined look in his eyes, he looked like a warrior ready to fight. “Levi.”

He locked eyes with you and smiled. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

You lay down and hugged Tutus. “Go be my hero.”

He kissed your head and wrapped up in his dressing gown. “I’ll lock the door, okay? Don’t open it for anyone.”

“Promise!”

He walked out of the room and locked it. He stared at the dark hallway and felt like the silence was deafening. He travelled down to his parent’s room. He lightly knocked and waited for a tired answer. He opened it and looked inside. “Dad? I need your help.”

Sebastian pulled from Kuchel’s arms and rubbed his eyes. “Help?”

Levi nodded. “We have a lead. I need mum to focus on helping my fiancée with her spy network of workers, but I need your help with other things.”

Kuchel leaned up and smiled sleepily. “I’ll help her, I promise.”

“Thank you. I need you both to sleep though. You’ll start tomorrow, but I need to borrow dad.”

Sebastian pulled on clothes and shuffled over. “Coming, coming.” He yawned. “Ready to go.”

Levi walked with his father to his friends’ rooms. He woke up everyone and led them outside into the crisp autumn air. He hugged himself as a fog tried to claw its way into his garden, but couldn’t claim his land. He cast his steel blue eyes to the sky and admired the stars and the small clouds. He turned to those gathered around him no lights in hands.

Levi released a sigh and watched his breath dance in the air before him as the storm he’d known was coming, was finally here. “We have discovered the truth in Elula’s diary.” He went deep into the diary and what you’d both discovered. As he talk, he could see his friends in the dark slowly understanding the gravity of it all. He stopped talking and felt a weight in the air as if there was a thickness invading everyone’s lungs. “We know what needs to be done. I will continue going on these dates so I can discover who of the princesses is a Du Mont. I will have my fiancée and mother leading the staff spies to discover more.”

Erwin hummed in thought as he processed what was presented before plotting what could be done. “Your fiancée is correct in saying for you to continue the dating. If the Du Monts are as egotistic as described, then it is highly likely they will make themselves known in the process of this all. We have to keep pretending we do not know.”

Mike smirked. “I can spy on those in the surrounding areas for you. Surely someone knows something.”

Hange hummed in thought. “I will trace the Du Mont family tree for you.”

Sebastian placed his hand on his son’s shoulder. “I will go with Erwin to parliament. I might not have taken the crown, but I still have a lot of ties and people who owe me something. We’ll weed out the weak and get them to talk.” He looked at the group. “I’ve dealt with rats before. Make sure you don’t scare them away because sometimes they won’t come back. We have to be cautious.”

Levi bowed to everyone. “Thank you, all of you. This means more to me than you know.” He stood up and sighed. “I admit I am scared of what might happen, but I cannot lose bunny, our baby and the future we dream of.”

Erwin smiled. “We’re doing this not because you’re Emperor, but because you are our friend. We stick together and we will do anything for you.”

Mike hummed. “He’s right. I don’t know what I would do if I was in your shoes. To not be allowed to marry Wendy, would kill me.”

Hange adjusted her glasses. “I love finding out a mystery.”

Levi smiled making them all blush. “Thank you. Now, we have to keep all of this quiet. When we talk about these plans, we must meet away from others. I don’t want a Du Mont sympathiser or a Du Mont discovering this. If they do, I fear for the safety of all of you.”

Sebastian patted Levi’s back. “We’ll keep it hush.”

Levi sighed when everyone agreed. He felt all the weight of everything lift away. “I know this is going to be hard. It’ll either take a while or happen quickly. Be on your guard, okay?” He nodded when everyone agreed once again. “Alright, let’s head back to bed and if anyone wants to know what’s going on, we’re doing a night walk and star gazing for educational reasons and Hange is leading it. Make up some shit that we’re using some power from the stars.”

Hange saluted. “Got it!”

He walked with everyone to the palace. “Good, now let’s all get some rest. We start this all tomorrow. I will hide the diary. As far as everyone knows, you are the only ones who are aware of us finding the diary. I don’t think anyone knows about the secret library either.”

Erwin held the door open. “Good.”

Levi slipped inside. “Come on dad, I’ll help you to bed. Thank you again everyone for the uh…night walk and star gazing. Have a good night.” He assisted his father up the stairs before leading him back to Kuchel. “I have dad for you.”

Kuchel smiled softly. “All sorted?”

Sebastian sat on the bed and played with his wife’s hair. “Something good is being put in motion. We have to keep it quiet, okay?”

Kuchel nodded. “Understood.” She gasped. “You know what I’m gonna start doing? I’m going to have lunch with your mistress.” She winked at Levi. “I have to get to know the mother of my grandkid.”

Levi blushed. “She’ll like that. Thank you so much.” He kissed his father’s cheek and then his mother’s. “Love you both.”

“We love you too!”

Sebastian smiled. “Love you, son.”

Levi rubbed the back of his neck as he smiled softly. “Tch, night you two. Wait for me to leave before you start kissing.” He slipped out of the room just as his parents started giggling. He let out a long sigh and walked towards his bedroom to see Yulia hovering around. “Princess?”

Yulia turned to Levi and stared at him with her ice-cold eyes. “Your majesty.”

Levi rubbed his closed eyes as he felt frustrated. “If you’re looking for,” he said your name softly and looked up at her again to see she’d moved closer “she is not in her room, she is in mine. She’s my mistress.”

She tilted her head. “I am aware that she is your mistress.”

He felt a coldness in the air, his hair stood on end as if this woman posed a danger to him. “Do you perhaps love her?”

“I do not love her as lovers would.” A wicked smile spread across her face. “I simply want her. I see her as a fun toy. Do not be mistaken by my desire to have her as attraction, it is merely possession. Though I suppose it is alright now, seeing as she is your mistress, therefore if I become engaged to you again I can play with her all I like. I want to see how pretty she looks when I…” she hummed “Abril.”

Levi turned to see Abril in a child-like nightdress. Abril bowed. “Sorry, your majesty. I will take her away. She’s a weird and wild one.”

Levi smiled a little. “Thank you. You two have rooms next to each other, right?”

Abril held Yulia’s upper arm and pulled her back. “She came into my room and said she was going to play with the mistress maid. She scared me how she stood over me in bed.”

Yulia hummed. “I was saying hello.”

Levi sighed. “I’ll get Charles to get you a key for your door.”

Abril grinned. “Thank you! Anyway, I owe you a lot for talking some sense into me about my silly attitude and your maid, I mean mistress, is really nice! So, I followed.”

“Thank you.”

She pulled on Yulia. “Come on, let’s go to bed. We’ll have a tea party tomorrow! I have so many cute clothes to put you in.”

Levi watched the two walk away and felt like he’d just dreamed it all up. He shook his head and unlocked the bedroom and entered. He locked the door behind him to see you were sleeping soundly. He approached you as he took his slippers and dressing gown off. He climbed into bed and let out a long sigh. He looked over at you, but Tutus was in the way staring at him.

Levi chuckled and fussed his pup. “Hello, Mr.” He hugged his dog. “Go to bed.” He watched Tutus move down to the bottom of the bed and sleep. “Good boy.” He got comfy and looked over to you to see you were waking up. “Sleep.”

You hummed. “Did it go okay?”

“Yes, now sleep.”

You dragged Levi into your arms and held him so he was the small spoon. “Only if you join me.”

Levi nuzzled against you. “Of course. Oh, and bunny? Make sure you are never alone with Yulia, please.”

“Yes, Levi. I’ll stay away.”

“Thank you.”

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gttinyprincess · 1 year

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Fic request where Chrissy is a vampire hunter and the reader is a vampire and they are desperately trying to keep each other from finding out their secret.

Not a big fan of vampire!reader so i switched it for Eddie, hope that's okay.

also using this as a happy early valentine's day fic.

Vampire hunter! Chrissy x vampire! Eddie

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"That's a new bruise."

Eddie takes a long drag of his joint as Chrissy turns her attention to the bruise poking out from beneath the edge of her cream sweater. The skin is a mottled purple, blue and black. "Oh yeah" she says taking the joint Eddie passes her "I told you, I'm clumsy."

She can feel his eyes on her as she leans back against the couch, inhaling the earthy smoke. He's protective of his friends, it's sweet. But she can take care of herself.

The two smoke on Eddie's couch, catching up on their respective week's as they share a joint. Eventually Chrissy complains about the room being cold "can I borrow one of your jackets?" To which Eddie nods, lungs full of smoke.

She's been in his room plenty of times before, no longer feeling shy about going in there. She makes her way to his bed, planning to grab his leather jacket and head back to the living room when a hoodie catches her eye.

A gray hoodie is haphazardly sprawled across Eddie's floor at the bedside. She pulls the material up to inspect what she had thought was a design on the front. Murky brown blotches spatter the clothing, though she has a feeling their original colour was a much brighter red.

"You good, you've been in here awhile?" The sudden voice behind her has chrissy gasping and turning around. Eddie's eyes drop from hers to the hoodie still clutched in her hands, his expression shifts ever so slightly. Looking almost wary...

"Is this blood?" She asks incredulously, showing the stains to him.

"I uh yeah" he admits, pulling a strand of his hair in front of his face, not breaking his eye contact "I had a pretty nasty nosebleed the other night" his eyes flick to the dried stain "walked into a door Wayne was opening" Chrissy nods. He's not telling her the truth or at least not the whole truth, but she doesn't push him about it.

Instead she grabs his jacket and they head back through to the living room for a bit longer before they call it a night and Eddie drives her home.

Chrissy hugs Eddie as they stand beside his van, outside of her home. "Tonight was great, thank you" she grins, squeezing him tightly. Eddie hums face buried in her neck as he leans back lifting her feet off of the floor. She giggles and shivers feeling his breath hit her skin as he chuckles, finally putting her down. "Anytime" he whispers softly, breathing in deeply as he squeezes her one last time before stepping back and the two part waves with a quick 'goodnight.'

The next night she feels bad when she phones Eddie up to tell him that she can't hang out with him. Making up a lie about cheer practice. It sucks lying to him but the truth is hard to believe. Even for someone as strange as Eddie 'the freak' munson.

Instead of hanging out with Eddie, watching cheesy movies and being a regular teenager, she crouched on a flat rooftop overlooking a sketchy alleyway. Tonight she's staking out at a lesser known venue. 'The hideout' a live metal bar.

Being a vampire hunter isn't easy, it's not even something she picked. She comes from a long line of hunters, so it was inevitable that she would follow in her parents footsteps.

She waits on that rooftop for a few hours, only seeing the odd person stumble out of the bar, drunk and merry. Nothing shifty.

She's about to give up when the door opens up once more. This time there are two people exiting the venue, what looks to be a male figure dressed in dark jeans and a hoodie with the hood pulled up to hide their head and a short brunette woman draped in denim and leather. The brunette stumbles, clinging to the man's arm to stay upright as he leads her into the alley.

He moves her back against the wall, using his body to press her into the wall, cornering her against the brickwork. He has her up against the building Chrissy sits atop. She can't see much from where she is but a glint of pearly white fangs is all it takes to set her in motion.

She gets the drop on the vampire, managing to throw him from the woman. The woman presses herself into the wall, mouth agape and eyes wide with terror. "What are you waiting for? Run!" Chrissy barks at her. The woman's eyes flick from the man on the ground to the hunter. Snapping out of her frozen state she nods, taking off down the alley way "thank you!" She calls back over her shoulder.

Moving her attention back to the vampire, she finds him already standing. Chrissy pulls the stake she has hidden in her jumper's deep pocket, the vampire is still shrouded in the shadows of his hoodie but she knows he's eyeing the weapon.

She charges, getting a solid hit on his cheek, knocking him back a step. She's not as lucky with the kick she tries to follow up with. Catching her ankle in a strong grip, the vampire yanks her closer. The blonde stumbles and has to lean back almost completely in order to avoid the fangs aiming for her throat. Thank God for cheerleader flexibility. She can hear the teeth click together as they catch air and Chrissy throws herself back up, smashing her forehead into the vampires.

His grip falters and she takes the opportunity to pull back, regain her balance and kick out again. This time her foot connects with his chest sending him tumbling back onto the cracked concrete below. He gasps as the wind is knocked out of him. Chrissy gives him no time to get back up, dropping onto him she drives the stake deep into his chest.

"Shit!" She bites out, realising she had missed her mark. She hadn't staked the vampire in the chest, instead she had planted the wood in his shoulder. The vampire beneath her groans in pain, hand reaching up to close around her own on the stakes handle. He doesn't attempt to remove it or throw her off, looking up to his face she pauses.

Now under better lighting Chrissy can see the vampire beneath her. His face is twisted, contorted with pain and those deep brown eyes look almost glossy with unshed tears. His teeth are bared but not threatening, he hisses through fanged teeth as he tries to muffle his grunts of discomfort. Long curly brunette hair frames his face, bangs threatening to fall into his eyes. She'd know that face anywhere.

It's Eddie.

She's shocked by the revelation and it seems he is too. She lets go of the stake as she stumbles to her feet. "Chrissy..." Eddie grunts still clutching the stake as he leans up on his elbow, but she's already running.

The phone rings almost constantly that night, so much so that she leaves the phone off of the receiver. Avoiding his calls completely.

Sleep doesn't come easy, the sky is starting to change colours when she finally manages to drift off.

She spots him leaning up against his van in the school parking lot the next week. His eyes scan the crowd, he's looking for her but she doesn't intend to engage him. Instead she merges into the crowd of teens, using them as cover to get into the building and disappear to the first period.

Chrissy manages to avoid Eddie for most of the morning, catching his eye in the break between walking to classes is a close call. He spots her and wastes no time in making his way through the groups of students between them but once again she dodges him by running into the woman's bathroom.

She doesn't leave back out through the door when the second period bell rings, instead opting to leave through the bathroom window and run to class.

That was an admittedly close one.

In fact she manages to avoid him entirely, that is until lunch. She heads out to the forest bordering the school, she prefers to eat out here away from prying eyes.

However it slips her mind that she had told one other person about her safe space...

Eddie is sitting on the bench seat facing the forest entrance when she arrives at the opening. He looks suprised to see her and the blonde freezes when she spots him.

"Hi" he mumbles, looking nothing like the monster she'd met that night. Panicking she spins on her heels to make a hasty retreat but he's already in front of her when she turns around. "Wait please, let's talk" he holds his hands up in front of him. "There's nothing to say" she dismisses, her guard going up.

Past friend or not, vampires are dangerous and she needs to keep her wits about her.

"You're a hunter" it's not a question, he's stating a fact. "Yeah" she's blunt in her reply but it doesn't deter the vampire. "Why didn't you tell me?" At this the blonde bristles "why didn't you tell me you were a vampire?" She counters crossing her arms over her chest.

"Why didn't you stake me?" She's silent "you had a clear shot, you could've done it if you took a second shot" she chews her lip discreetly. She shouldn't engage him in conversation, but...

"You were my friend."

Were. Ouch, now that hurts.

Eddie's face falls "I still can be" he offers, but Chrissy shakes her head dismissing the idea. "You were just playing me" she replies and Eddie shakes his head frowning "no, never. Chrissy, I swear I had no clue" he takes a step towards her, placing his hand on her shoulder but she backs away.

"Chrissy, I would never hurt you" he pleads. "How am I supposed to believe you?" She says with a glare. He betrayed her trust, she can't be expected to be okay with that.

"If I wanted to hurt you, wouldn't I have done it by now?" He huffs in frustration, throwing his hands up before letting them fall back to his sides. Chrissy stays quiet. "You are alone with me at my trailer constantly" he points out "I could have bitten you plenty of times when you were high and you wouldn't have been able to fight me." That's a scary truth to hear him put bluntly. She could have been drained, there were so many opportunities...but he never did anything.

"But I wouldn't do that to you because-" Eddie bites at the skin of his lips, seeming to struggle with whether he should continue his ramblings or not. "Because?" She probes as he shrinks in on himself, pulling a piece of hair across his mouth. "Because I care for you Chrissy, I really like you" he says edging a little bit closer "hell, I think I might even be in love with you."

Christ's mouth falls open in shock. That wasn't possible, they couldn't do that. It's wrong on so many levels. "I think I might have loved you at one point too." For a moment Eddie brightens at her words before his heart squeezes painfully. Might have, but not anymore. Not now that she knew the truth. A monster could never love her, a monster could never ache to hold her the way he does.

"Right" Eddie steps back, eyes boring holes in the forest floor "oh um before I forget" his head snaps up and he's quickly marching over to his bag to retrieve something. He's back in front of her in no time, hand out towards her. "I think this belongs to you" in his hand is chrissy's stake, the tip is stained in a brownish red but it looks as if Eddie had tried to clean it. He had tried to clean the weapon she had intended to kill him with. Chrissy takes the proffered item, stuffing it into her sweaters deep pocket "thank you" she mumbles before hurrying off. Quick to run away from the situation, from the vampire she had once called a friend.

From Eddie.

It's two am when Eddie is roused from his sleep by hurried knocks on his front door. He groans in annoyance, slipping out from beneath his covers. "I'm coming" he calls out in frustration as the knocking continues. He's at the door now and considerably pissed off as the knocking continues.

"Are you deaf?" He snarls, gripping the handle and flinging the door open "I said I was-" he pauses, anger melting into shock and confusion. Chrissy stands on his steps, one hand raised as if to knock again, her eyes are wide and it looks as if she's regretting her choices as she stares up at him.

"Chrissy" he breathes her name softly as he takes her in. The way she drops her hand and huddles in on herself makes her look so small and fragile. "Can...can I come in?" Eddie nods and steps back to let her past "of course." Always. She passes him and he can't help but spot the stake tucked into the back pocket of her jeans as she enters. He can't find it in him to blame her for wanting protection just in case.

Once they're both standing in the living room and the front door is shut, Chrissy turns to face him. Eddie wears a band shirt that she doesn't recognise, the sides are cut almost completely open and the way it hangs gives her a view of the area she had driven the stake in. She had hurt him, bad.

Chrissy hadn't planned to find him tonight, but everytime she closed her eyes she could hear him writhing in agony. How much had it hurt to remove it? Had he screamed then? Did it heal quickly? Did he drink enough blood for it to heal instantly or had he waited, driving home with a hole punctured through him.

Now she's here in Eddie's trailer trying to find the words that will make everything better, anything to get back what she had thrown away. But her mind is empty, there's no easy fix.

"Eddie I'm..." Chrissy begins but is quickly cut off "wait, please let me explain myself first" he pleads, big brown eyes imploring her to listen "I don't kill people, never have. I just take a little bit to get by and make them forget everything and I know that still sucks but it's the best i can do" he rambles.

"I should have let you explain" she mumbles, watching the tiny spark of hope grow in Eddie's eyes. "I don't want to lose you" the blonde admits "you won't" Eddie shakes his head, taking a step forwards he hesitates eyeing her pocket. Catching the look Chrissy pulls the stake out "it's taboo, I shouldn't feel for you the way I do" she drops the stake onto the coffee table. "I like you Eddie, a lot and I don't think I'm ready to give you up."

The metalhead moves to close the space between them, his large calloused hand cups her cheek as he strokes a thumb over her skin. "If you'll let me...we can try again" he murmurs softly as Chrissy places her hand against his chest. There's a faint pulse beneath her fingers, but it's far too slow to be human. "No more secrets, I promise" but she's already nodding before he can even finish his sentence.

Her breath hitches as he leans down, eyes drifting shut. She pushes up onto her tiptoes, reaching to meet him halfway. To her suprise his lips are soft and gentle against her own, his free hand slipping around her waist to pull her closer.

It's not perfect, not by a long shot. Vampires and hunters are sworn enemies, but as long as it's between them. A secret only they share. Chaste kisses and soft touches could never be as sweet as they were in those stolen moments.

They'll make it work.

Consequences be damned.

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Love During Robot Fighting Time: Chapter 19

Kate

“You ready for this?” I asked Faith.

“As I’ll ever be,” Faith replied.

“My makeup looks okay?”

“I did it myself, didn’t I?” she said.

“Good point. Of course it’s perfect,” I said.

“Heh. Flatterer.”

“Never been called that before,” I said, raking a hand through my hair, noticing some split ends. I should get it cut soon… Or get it done soon, I suppose. I guess it was time for me to figure out the difference. I’d been going to barbers once a year all my life and asking for the bare minimum to be trimmed and promptly didn’t think about my hair after that. Now… Now that seemed like a terrible idea, and one I couldn’t believe I’d been indulging for as long as I had. I should try something new with it- Mom had mentioned her stylist was a miracle worker with something called ‘layering.’ I’d have to look up what that actually meant, but if it could make me look girlier it must’ve been a good thing. And maybe a new color, too; the platinum blonde looked great on Mom, and everyone had always told me I’d taken after her in the looks department, so maybe it’d look good on me too.

“I’ll admit, that’s not terribly surprising,” Faith said, unbuckling her seatbelt in the shotgun of my truck, checking her own hair for split ends. Lucky girl had perfect hair- it was so unfair, she probably woke up with it looking that good.

“Hey now,” I said, poking her cheek.

She playfully swatted my finger away and raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, fair enough, I walked into that one,” I said. “Also, it’s pretty accurate.”

“Yes,” she said. “Just like ‘flatterer’ is accurate for who you are now.”

“And like how ‘gorgeous supermodel’ is accurate for who you are now?” I said.

Her jaw dropped, and I couldn’t help but picture her thought process as being a hamster running on its wheel. She broke off eye contact, and I started giggling. “That’s so not fair!” she said, finally giggling back.

“It’s the truth, is what it is!” I said, poking her in the cheek again.

“How dare you,” she said.

“How indeed,” I said, winking at her. “Shall we?”

“We shall,” she said, opening the passenger side door.

We both walked into Gaines’ Auto Body and Bodybuilding kitted out in our respective favorite sundresses: mine was pink with shirt-sleeves and white polka dots, hers was a sleeveless black number with gold stripes. I grabbed her arm and held her tight as we walked through the gym towards the back office, and whispered, “Just ignore them,” when I saw her eyes go wide with fear at all the huge dudes staring at her for various reasons.

Nadine was waiting for us inside her office when we got there. “Hey, girl! And other girl! You must be Faith Watanabe!”

“I am she,” Faith nodded.

“Kate’s told me all about you.”

“Oh?” Faith said, looking at the floor.

“Good stuff, I promise,” I said, patting her on the back.

“I just wanna start by saying you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Nadine said.

“I want to,” Faith said. “I think Kate’s idea is good. And if Gaines is as much of a tool as you make him sound like-”

“He is,” Kate said.

“He VERY MUCH is,” Nadine nodded.

“Then forcing his hand doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world,” Faith said.

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said.

Nadine spent a few minutes adjusting the lighting in her office, then set us up for our photoshoot. It took about an hour, but when it was over, we had a full roll of pictures ready for social media to announce both my own friendship with my former arch-rival and Gaines’ public support of the trans community. Eric Gaines’ may have been a cynical asshole, but if I could use the implements at my disposal to push him into being more publicly trans-friendly, then I’d be doing myself (and probably other people as well) a favor. Nadine also had a whole ‘women in STEM’ angle she wanted to try pushing, but she mentioned that it would be better to wait until the finals tournament started to go for that.

Of course, any of this working out long-term was contingent on me continuing to win.

No pressure or anything.

The shoot went by relatively quickly, and after that Faith and I decided to get a late lunch. She guided us to a ramen shop on Sawtelle Boulevard in Culver City, and after about forty minutes of waiting and parsing through anime merch shops, we were seated at a long bar table around the kitchen watching our soup and noodles prepared for it. Salt and pork and chicken and spice and seaweed scents all mixed together into a tantalizing symphony of aromas.

My pork miso ramen and Faith’s chicken shoyu were placed in bowls in front of us, and Faith pressed cloves of garlic into both our bowls. I dug in with my chopsticks and took in a mouthful of spicy ground pork and red broth. “Mmmmm,” I groaned.

“Good stuff, right?” Faith said, swallowing her own food.

“Soooo good! How did you find this place?”

“Olivia took me here on our first date,” Faith said, smiling wistfully while looking at nothing in particular.

… Until a moment passed, and suddenly she was smiling wistfully while looking very clearly at me.

I shifted in my seat and broke off eye contact as Faith sipped from her glass of water, leaving a red lipstick stain on the rim as she stared longingly into my eyes. A hundred million thoughts all went through my mind at different speeds and in opposite directions, but chief among them was ‘you have a boyfriend, you have a boyfriend, you have an incredibly handsome and charming and supportive boyfriend.’

Did I miss something? When did this happen?! This made no damn sense- everything about Faith Watanabe had always been confusing, and now that was even more true than ever!

Okay, let’s think about this- Zeke hadn’t said anything about this, and he told me everything so I didn’t think he was holding out on me. I was… Resigned to the idea that he might want to leave me for Faith, even if it would feel like my heart getting surgically removed without anesthesia. Faith was here first, had liked him longer, knew him better, could probably make him happier, and was way, way, WAY hotter than me. Dancing with her the other night had been fun, and dancing with her and Zeke had been REALLY fun, and I really liked spending time with her, and I really REALLY liked spending time with both of them… But I didn’t want to make Faith into a third wheel, and I was aware that I might wind up being the third wheel if he dumped me for her…

UGH! This was so confusing! Why did nothing make sense!? Why did I have to be so freaking stupid?!

That was when I noticed Faith waving her hand in front of my face.

“Gah!” I said, my slumped posture suddenly straightening.

“You okay?” she asked. “You kinda… Went away for a minute there.”

“I, uh, well, you see,” I stammered, struggling to make eye contact. “You… I… How are things with you and Zeke?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?” she smirked.

“I mean, it’s a relevant question for both of us,” I said.

“That’s true,” she said.

“After the other night, after we all danced together,” I said, “Did things go back to normal between you two? Did you talk at all about what happened? Are you guys okay?”

“To answer your questions in reverse order,” Faith said, “We’re okay. We haven’t talked about what happened. And I don’t know that things will ever really go back to normal per se, now that the cat’s out of the bag.”

“That… That makes sense,” I said, gulping down a mouthful of noodles and meat. “I just mean… What do you think is gonna happen between you guys?”

“I don’t really think that’s up to me,” Faith said, stirring her soup with her chopsticks. “It’s up to him. And you.”

“What… What do you mean by that?”

“I mean…,” she started, “I mean that I know what you were thinking, when you got me to confess to him. You thought he would leave you for me. Because you think you still aren’t done apologizing for being a jerk to me. But the reality, my dear Katie-”

I blinked with the rapidity of a machine gun open-firing. “‘My dear?’”

“- is that I was just as much of a jerk to you, and I don’t think I’m done apologizing yet. You, however, have more than made up for everything. I really like the person you’ve become. Or maybe it’s just the person you’ve always been, whom I was just too dumb to see,” Faith said. She reached across the table and put her hand over mine.

My brain was short-circuiting, and I dared not open my mouth for fear of stuttering at a million miles per hour. This wasn’t happening, there was literally no way this was happening-

“I like you,” Faith said. “And I like Zeke. I like you both the same way, even if it feels different with each of you. And I know you and Zeke have a good thing going, and I don’t wanna get in the way of it. I want you both to be happy. But you… You taught me to be brave, Katie Calloway. I mean that- you’re the bravest person I know. You see something you want and you go right for it. I want to be more like that, more like you in that way. And I gotta start somewhere. So I’m starting here and now, with you. Not leaving anything unsaid.”

A feeling surged through me, like I was being lowered into a hot spring after running a marathon, my aching limbs and throbbing heart finding relief and bliss and comfort. My mouth opened and closed, and Faith put a single finger over my lips. “You don’t have to respond right now. You can think about it, about how you feel about me, about what you want to do with this. I’m throwing a lot at you, I know.”

“D-does Zeke know you like me too?” I said, trying to focus on anything other than the finger hovering on the borders of my mouth.

“No,” Faith said, taking her slim, delicate digit off of my lips, to my relief and my chagrin. “I was gonna talk to him about it after the Gregson fight. He doesn’t need the distraction right now.”

“That’s fair,” I said, trying to keep my brain from melting out my ears. “Do you want me not to say anything?”

“I don’t think that’s up to me,” Faith said with a nonchalant shrug. “He’s your boyfriend, it’s your call whether or not you tell him about this conversation.”

“But what do you want me to say?” I said, staring into my bowl of food. “W-what do you want out of this? What’s your ideal outcome?”

She bit her lower lip a moment, then said, “I had a lot of fun dancing with the both of you the other night. If we could all keep doing that together, I think… I think that would make me really happy. But if that’s not what you want, or not what he wants, I’ll back off. Mostly… I just want you both to be happy.”

I gulped. “O-okay. I need to… I’ll take you up on your offer to let this marinate for a few days, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” she said, cupping my cheek and brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I struggled not to release a sapphic moan there and then. “Food is on me today, yeah?”

I nodded.

This was… This was a lot to take in. I couldn’t even believe it was happening, and yet…

And yet here I was. So very blessed.

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neverinadream · 2 years

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❄December 20th❄

You're My Girl

Summary: Unsure if the England team will make it back in time for Christmas, their girlfriends and families join together to celebrate the festive period. Y/n, however, just wishes Mason was home

Song: Please Come Home For Christmas - Jon Bon Jovi

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Y/n sat on the window seat, her knees pulled to her chest, her arms tightly wrapped around them and stared out of the large window. She removed herself from the rest of the group, not wanting to share tales of Christmas pasts, or entertain the kids. Solitude was her ideal version of a Christmas Eve evening, even more so knowing Mason wasn't going to be back in time for Christmas. A last-minute international game, paired with an unexpected blizzard had left them stranded in Poland.

This was supposed to be their first Christmas together, but now it was going to be done over facetime and zoom calls. Y/n didn't exactly have the best relationship with her parents, them not understanding or accepting her relationship with Mason, so returning home for Christmas was not on the table. Instead, she had accepted a last-minute invitation from Lauren to join the rest of the team's girlfriends, wives and families at a hotel in London, because if they couldn't spend Christmas with the boys, they could at least spend it all together.

"You okay, hun?" Lauren asks, perching herself on the edge. Her hand comes across to squeeze her knee, a warm smile painted on her lips. Y/n nods her head, but the sadness in her eyes tell Lauren the truth. "Have you heard anything from Mason?" She shakes her head. "No, me neither," Lauren mumbles, "I haven't heard from Declan either."

Y/n looked over her shoulder as she heard one of Kane's kids squeal with excitement. They shouted out, "Daddy," and pointed to the door. She followed their finger, the blood rushing from her face as the team started to pile through the double doors, dropping their bags on the floor and running to their respective families. Y/n and Lauren looked at each other, both just as confused as the other.

They both stood up, eager to see Mason and Declan. Y/n couldn't contain her smile when she saw him, running straight to him, not without nearly tripping over a child's toy. "You're actually here!" She wraps her arms tightly around his neck, her head burying into his shoulder. A squeak leaves her lips as he picks her up off the floor. "I didn't think I would see you this Christmas," she admits, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Nah," Mason chuckles, sliding one hand down to rest on her bum, keeping her close to him, "I told that blizzard that it had to leave, or else I'd start kicking and punching it." Y/n giggles, pulling her head from his chest to look at him. "I did," he fires back as she raises her eyebrows at him, "ask any of the guys, they'll tell you the truth."

"I believe you," she murmurs, raking her fingers up through the back of his hair. Her mouth slots against his, sighing happily against his lips as he kisses her back. To her, it felt like an eternity since she last kissed him, when in reality it had only been a week. "I really thought you weren't going to be here for Christmas," y/n says as he plants her back on her feet.

His hand cups her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her soft skin. "You really think I wouldn't try and do everything to get back to you?" Mason asks rhetorically. She shakes her head, already knowing he would move the heavens and the earth for her. "You're my girl, y/n," he kisses her forehead, "and we're about to have the best first Christmas ever."

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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Hooked

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ch. xxxi - countryside orgy

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??? × reader, ateez × reader

tw : smut, (I don't wanna say this but) orgy, unprotected sex, a bunch of sexual activities that I can't even describe because what the fuck am I doing

A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

a/n : buckle up, it's gon' be a long one like 5.7k-ish

After lunch, you all spent the afternoon at the beach together. Mostly running around like children and taking pictures.

When the sun sets, you all returned to the villa, tired from the activities done when the sun was still up in the sky but still wanting to do something fun.

For some reason, all nine of you ended up sitting around in a circle in the living room playing truth or dare like a bunch of high school children at a party. Not only that but whichever one of you managed to sneakily incorporate alcohol into the game should be questioned on their intention.

"Okay, okay, okay," Yunho cut off the laughter, trying to get everyone's attention to him, "I got a good one," he smirked. He took a swig from his beer before snapping his head to you, "(Y/N)," he started in a faux menacing tone, "truth or dare?" he asked.

The alcohol in your system rendered you incapable of feeling anxious on the oncoming question or dare. Without thinking twice, you made your choice, "DARE!" you exclaimed, rather too loudly which made Seonghwa, who was seated next to you, chuckle at how cute you're being.

"I dare you to tell us what in the actual fuckity fuck did that crap weasel Jung Wooyoung used to blackmail you? Like damn, you're one of the nicest girls on campus, I honestly can't think of anything bad that he'd be able to use to force you into being his fake girlfriend," he asked.

You scrunched your nose at the dare, not really expecting his intoxicated mind to be able to remember about Wooyoung blackmailing you. But then again, a dare's a dare and you don't really have anything against letting all of them in on the secret you and Wooyoung had had for a while.

"Okay," you took a swig of encouragement from your glass of beer before putting it down and preparing yourself to tell them. "The blackmail material was about someone that Wooyoung knows and it has something to do with arts and crafts," you slyly said.

All of them, except the ones who know which are you, Wooyoung, San, Mingi, and Jongho, had a look of utter confusion and dumbfoundedness that you actually burst out giggling at how they looked.

"Hey, no fair! That's cheating!" Yunho whined, throwing a cushion from the couch at you, to which you barely dodged as it bounced off of you onto the floor. Soon the others followed in on protesting at how unfair you're being.

You held your hands up in mock surrender, "okay, okay! sorry! I'll tell you," you giggled out, "Wooyoung found my binder the day I went to building F because Mingi had somehow managed to get himself lost there," "guilty," Mingi cut you off, grinning innocently. "Anywho, he snooped and San told him it's mine because he knows me from this freshman year class we took together, long story short Wooyoung told me that he'll release the content of the binder if I don't agree to help him out," you shrugged.

Seonghwa reached across to smack Wooyoung square upside the head, making the latter groan in pain at the sudden impact. "Okay, but what's the content of the binder?" Yunho whined out again, still curious. You sighed in defeat, knowing that he's not gonna drop the matter anytime soon, "It was... A collage, of some sort," "a pretty artsy one at that, might I add," San cut off, raising his beer at you in respect, "a collage of...?" Jongho urged with a smug smirk, making you shot a glare at him, "of Yeosang, okay? I used the pictures of him that I took back from the campus life photo shoot to make a pretty, emo skater-boy aesthetic collage," you grumbled.

Yeosang's eyes widened as big as they could get at your revelation. Yunho and Hongjoong were laughing while clapping their hands in pure amusement, meanwhile, Seonghwa was biting his lips tightly, trying to hold in his laughter at your expense. Wooyoung, Mingi, and Jongho on the other hand were snickering at how shocked the others were, especially Yeosang since he couldn't seem to avert his bulging eyes from you.

The whole thing made you whine in protest. San, who was seated next to you, pulled you into a comforting hug, patting your head and cooing in your ears

After a while, all nine of you were starting to feel the buzz of the alcohol in your bloodstream. It would appear that all of your inhibitions are lowered and the game had taken a dirty turn.

Jongho was stripped down to his boxers, Yeosang had somehow been dared into putting on one of your panties, Seonghwa was still regretting telling his most recent sex dream which involved you and three tubes of whipped cream and ending with the boys cleaning after his mess, Mingi was still recovering from prank calling his asshole former RA with fake sex sounds made together with Wooyoung, and Yunho is currently swaying his hips in an effort to write out his name with his butt, the sight was hilarious and Wooyoung leaving a loud and hard spank to his ass was the perfect way to end his dare. The only one seemingly unbothered was Hongjoong, he had no issue telling how he ended up being a camgirl's extra.

Now it's back to your turn. Out of randomness, you picked truth and almost immediately after you blurt the word out, Yeosang threw you a question with a smirk on his face, "How many of us have you slept with?"

As soon as he asked it, everyone snaps their heads to you, almost as if cornering you. With the help of alcohol, you simply shrugged and answer him, "literally everyone except San and Yunho," the two boys mentioned had their jaws dropped, "Wait, so out of everyone here, we are the only ones left???" San asked in disbelief.

You smirked at him, leaning your face close to his, "yeah, jealous?" it was obvious that the alcohol had made you slightly braver, and it's affecting San. His attention drops to your lips and his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. "Depends, what are you gonna do about it?"

It would appear that the alcohol had not only affected you but also the other boys as well. Because as soon as you taunt him, San pulled you to his lap and began kissing you hungrily. You couldn't help but wind your arms around his neck to pull him closer, wanting to feel him against you whilst you both made out in front of everyone. Whilst you busied yourself with San, the others were watching you two with a look of shock, amusement, and flustered.

You detach yourself momentarily from San, making him whine as he tried chasing your lips with his. But it was futile as you grip the back of his hair and pull his head back, emitting a low groan that almost sounds like a growl from him.

"Whose turn is it?" you asked to the room, eyes not leaving San's lust-filled expression. Someone cleared their throat behind you, piping up to answer your question, "I-I think it's Jongho's turn," the voice said. You later identified the voice to be Seonghwa's.

"Okay, Jongho," you called out, breaking said man's trance to focus on you. Your hands began cupping San's face, your thumbs tugging at his bottom lip as you feel his hips starting to grind on you.

"I dare you to dare me to make San and Yunho cum," you smirked, eyes flitting towards Yunho who is two people away from you. Initially, he looked surprised, but when his eyes met yours, he smirked before beginning to crawl to where you and San are.

Sensing your plan, Jongho chuckled and obliged, "of course, (Y/N), I accept your dare of daring me to dare you to make San and Yunho cum," he said.

It was all it took before you began grinding on San back with more ferocity, hips flush against his that he was able to feel the heat from your pussy even through your underwear and shorts.

Yunho situated himself next to you, his hands pulling you towards him to connect your lips together in a messy kiss. You were trying to balance giving both boys the same attention, so as your hips work on San, your hand reach down to firmly cup Yunho through his pants.

The others were enjoying the show you put on. They too started to feel aroused, some were even thinking about if they were in either Yunho or San's positions.

You suddenly halted your movements on them to stand up. Your crotch is now in direct eye level with San, making him gulp while Yunho stared at your ass in pure fascination.

Without saying much, you unbuttoned your pants and let them drop to the floor as you throw your shirt off. You could've sworn one of the boys watching (most likely Wooyoung) gasped loudly at the sight of your body only covered in a flimsy two-piece bikini that you had put in case the boys wanted to play in the water.

"Shit that's dangerous," Jongho moaned from behind you. You felt that single comment boosted your ego through the roof. You eyed both Yunho and San momentarily, tilting your head to the side as if you were thinking. Your pointer fingers circled in the air in their direction, "take 'em off please, boys," you demanded.

Not even needing a second, both Yunho and San immediately stood up to strip nude. Both showcasing different yet equally pretty cocks, and you just know what you want with them.

Your hands found their way to push San back down to a sitting position. As he lowered himself down, you situated yourself back onto his lap, dropping your crotch directly on his bare cock, only having a thin barrier between you both. Once situated comfortably on San's lap, you began grinding on him hard again while motioning for Yunho to come closer to you. As San moaned at the feeling of your hot pussy rubbing itself on his bare cock, you grip Yunho's cock and began licking at his tip.

"Damn, she's greedy," Yeosang moaned from behind you. You couldn't see the other six boys, but from the sounds you heard, you're pretty sure they're touching themselves.

Yunho moaned loudly when you began taking him in slowly inch by inch until you can feel him at the back of your throat. But even then, there's some of him left that you couldn't fit in your mouth. As you began sucking Yunho off while simultaneously swivelling your crotch on San's, San sneakily managed to untie the knot of your bikini top and latched his lips to your chest. You gasped softly on Yunho's cock when you felt San's tongue running along your chest and around one nipple before grazing his teeth on it, making you squeal. The vibration of your voice shot straight to Yunho's dick, making him groan.

The sight of you on top of San whilst still focused on sucking him off made Yunho unconsciously buck into your mouth. You had one hand on San's shoulder for balance as the other was anchored on Yunho's hip, your fingers would ever so often graze against the underside of his cock and on his balls.

It didn't take long for both of them to feel like they're on the edge, and you knew it too. How could you not? San had tightened his grip around you with his face still buried in your chest and his hips thrusting onto you hard, the feeling of his cock brushing against your clit was amazing. Yunho had gripped onto your head as he began thrusting into your mouth, using it to chase himself over the edge.

Out of the two of them, San was the first to cum. He shuddered and bit on the skin of your boob as his cock let out streams of white cum, painting both your stomachs. You could feel San's hot cum trickling down your stomach. You detach your mouth from Yunho's cock for a bit, using your hand to pump him instead as the hand that was on San's shoulder reached down to your stomach to scoop some of the cum into your mouth before pressing your mouth to San so you both could taste him.

The visual drove Yunho over the edge as his hips stuttered and he came on the side of your neck and onto your chest. The sudden impact made you gasp and push San slightly away to see what had just happened.

Your eyes widened at Yunho's cum that's now prettily decorating your chest, along with San's cum that's starting to drop to the floor beneath.

Luckily, Yunho was quick to take the box of tissue nearby and he and San began cleaning you up from their cum.

Once cleaned up, you stood yourself up from your previous position and turn to look at the other boys. You smirked at the sight of them palming themselves whereas Wooyoung and Mingi just blatantly whip their cocks out to touch themselves.

Seeing that you're already too far in anyways, you pull your bikini top off and pouted at them, "I didn't get to cum, can someone please help me?" you said in a faux defeated tone.

Honjoong was the first to spoke up, "are you sure you can continue, baby? You had just taken two men," he said. You rolled your eyes playfully at him, "of course I can! I can take three of you at the same time," you answered.

Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yeosang, Mingi, Wooyoung, and Jongho began eyeing each other. You could see the wheels in their heads turning as if devising a plan on how to take you.

The first one to move forward was Jongho. He stood up and walk towards you. His hands moved to palm your breasts and began massaging them slowly, "prove it then, take me, Seonghwa hyung, and Joong hyung at the same time," he smirked cockily. He momentarily looked back towards the two eldest and nodded his head to the side, motioning them to come and help him take care of you.

In a blink of an eye, the one pair of hands turned to three before you could realize anything. Hongjoong pulled your bikini bottoms off before throwing them on Wooyoung's lap, "go help yourself," he ordered to which Wooyoung obliged by wrapping the item around his cock before resuming to pump himself. Seonghwa carefully manoeuvred you into a kneeling position on the floor before situating himself in front of you, he cupped your face gently and peck your lips softly before positioning himself at your entrance, "you ready?" he asked sweetly.

You hadn't even realized that Jongho had situated himself behind you and Hongjoong standing at your side. Jongho sweep your hair to the side, uncovering one of your ears so he could speak directly next to it, "we don't have lube with us, so this might hurt a little, but you can always tap out, okay?" he said, leaving a peck on your cheek as he presses the head of his cock on your rim.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the impact from two out of three of them. Hongjoong knelt down next to you to connect both of your lips together. When you were distracted with Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Jongho began pushing themselves into you. You groaned at the sudden intrusion. It wasn't uncomfortable, but you weren't used to being filled like that. You grip onto Seonghwa's shoulders tightly while he caresses your hips, trying to coax you into relaxing more. Hongjoong's lips moved down to suck spots around your collarbone and chest, trying to distract you.

"Baby, damn, you're so tight here," Jongho groaned when he's fully sheathed in you from behind, his hands massaging your ass in an effort to make it feel better.

"Well gee, Ho, I don't usually do anal with any of you," you muttered, starting to get used to the feeling of having two cocks inside you. You tap on Seonghwa's cheek with your pointer finger, signalling for him to move first.

Seonghwa started to thrust up into you slowly. His cock sliding in and out of you combined with the fullness in your ass from Jongho's cock and Hongjoong's lips sucking marks along your collarbone made you sigh shakily and drop your head back onto Jongho's shoulder.

When he felt like you're relaxed enough and distracted with Seonghwa's thrusts, Jongho experimentally pulls slightly out before pushing back in once. When his hips slammed onto your ass, you felt your breath got knocked out of your lungs, but you didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Taking your lack of protest as a good sign, Jongho began building up his own rhythm. He matched his thrusts with Seonghwa's. So when Seonghwa pulled out, he was thrusting in, making sure you're never left empty.

Both Seonghwa and Jongho were preoccupying you too much that Hongjoong had felt slightly neglected. He got onto his feet and grab his cock, poking it to your cheek with a pout on his face.

His expression made you giggle because who would've thought drunken, horny Hongjoong is whiny and needy?

Nevertheless, you open your mouth so he could slide his cock in. His cock isn't as big as Yunho and it fits rather nicely in your mouth. It didn't take long for you to start deepthroating him, occasionally letting your teeth graze against his cock that caused a low rumble from his throat.

Seeing your newfound attention, Seonghwa decided to be a little shit and tease you.

"Look at you, so pretty like this," he mockingly said. His hands that were situated on your waist moved to your chest, he caressed the underside of your boobs initially, but his fingers slowly started tweaking at your nipples, "you like having your holes filled, don't you? Having us use you however we like," he growled, fingers pinching at your nipples harshly.

The pain from your nipples shot through to your core, both Seonghwa and Jongho felt you clench at it. Your mouth hung open as a gasp escape you, Hongjoong's cock slipping out of your mouth momentarily.

The man was not pleased when your lips lost contact with his dick. He glared at Seonghwa and reach to yank at his hair, forcing Seonghwa to look at him.

"You better stop that or else you'd be the one sucking my dick," he threatened. In return, Seonghwa only chuckled mockingly, darting his tongue out to lick at his lips mockingly, "you'd like that, wouldn't you? You freak," the older teased.

Jongho leaned forward and hook his arms around yours securely, assuring that you wouldn't be able to move, "you think they'd realize if I slip you off of Hwa hyung and just fuck you myself?" he asked, making you giggle.

But your giggle was cut off when Seonghwa and Hongjoong averted their gaze towards the youngest male. They both promptly return to their tasks. After promptly shoving his dick back in your mouth, Hongjoong and Seonghwa started a new pace, much faster and much harsher than before.

You nearly toppled back onto Jongho, but thankfully he had a firm grip on you. As if not wanting to lose to the two eldest, Jongho began thrusting faster into you, making sure your ass smack against his hip bones repeatedly.

The only sounds that could be heard were words of encouragement from the boys watching, skin slapping, three moans, and one muffled one.

As the three thrust into you carelessly, using use as a mere item for them to chase their orgasm, you suddenly felt overwhelmed. With Seonghwa brushing his tip against your g spot, Jongho rubbing his sweaty skin on you and letting his thick cock fill you up beyond your imagination, and the lack of air that was caused by the blockage Hongjoong caused in your mouth, you toppled over the edge.

Your body tensed up, fingers curling on Seonghwa's shoulder to grip him tightly and your mouth gape out as a choked moan escapes you.

Instead of letting your orgasm ebb, neither one of the three stopped what they were previously doing. Moreover, they seem to be at it more than before. The rhythm of their thrusts became sloppy and uncoordinated. Your fucked out expression only egged them to cum even further, wanting to feel the ecstasy you're currently feeling. You could swear Hongjoong could see his dick bulging out from your throat and that Seonghwa and Jongho could feel each other's dicks rubbing inside you.

Jongho pulled out and came first, opting to shoot his load on your back and your ass than inside you. You groaned when feeling his hot cum on your ass and the man behind you made it his mission to make things messy as he spread his cum down to your ass and to your pussy hole so that his and Seonghwa's cum would mix together. You could actually hear Jongho snickering at the back, amused with himself.

Next thing you know, Hongjoong's hips stuttered and he came down your throat. Though still going through your own high, you swallow Hongjoong's load and keep sucking him to prolong his climax.

Seonghwa's eyes darkened even more at the sight of you so greedily swallowing Hongjoong's cum so easily.

"You're a greedy cumslut, aren't you? Made for nothing other than good dicking and taking cum, if that's what you want, then take it," he said before letting one, two, three, four more harsh thrusts before letting his head drop to your shoulder, lips pressing on his skin as he unloads inside you.

Never have you felt dirtier yet satisfied beyond anything after sex. Sure you've taken two brutes at the same time before (re : Mingi and Jongho), but apparently, three is your new limit.

Whilst the four of you were taking your breath, Jongho was smacked to the side by Mingi using the tissue box.

"You just had to make a mess, don't you?" he grumbled as he drops to his knees behind you and letting his hands carefully cleaned you off. However, you couldn't help but shudder when his hand reached between your legs to wipe the dripping cum off. Mingi smirked smugly at your reaction, "tingly down there, baby?" he teased, pressing a kiss down at the back of your neck.

"Don't tease," you whined, letting your body fell slightly backwards on Mingi's body. As the man behind you wraps his arms around your waist, you could see Wooyoung standing up from his position on the floor to walk towards you. He was stopped merely a couple steps in by Yunho who nudged his head towards Yeosang's direction, "might wanna let Yeosang go first, man looked like a ticking time bomb," he snickered. "You mean a ticking cum bomb," San retorted from the couch, hand stroking his erect cock even after cumming previously. "Damn it, it was right there," Yunho grumbled.

You flit your gaze Yeosang and true to what Yunho said, he had forgotten about his initial shyness. His cock was out in the open air, exposed by the pants that he had pushed carelessly down just enough, tip angry red and it looked so hard you think it must hurt.

Without wasting another second, you stood up and skip over to Yeosang. You drop yourself between his legs, adorning a goofy grin on your face, "can I help you with that?" you asked, eyes dropping to the problem between his legs.

Normally, he'd blush so hard if someone said that to him. But for some reason, he just found you adorable. He chuckled at you, lifting two fingers in a come-hither motion, "gimme a kiss first," he said. You squealed at his confidence but jump upwards to crash your lips with his in a playful kiss.

Lips busy, you sneakily drop your hand down to take Yeosang fully in your hand. Once your hand made contact with his cock and squeezing it softly, he gasped into your mouth.

You detached your lips so you'd be able to look down. You couldn't help but giggle at the sight before you.

"Red lace looks great on you, Sangie," you teased. Yeosang looked down and groan when he realized what you meant. He was so horny that he forgot he was wearing your panties for the dare.

"Jung fucking Yunho," he grumbled, dropping his head back onto the couch in embarrassment.

Still giggling, you lower yourself to press your chest against his hard dick. When Yeosang felt his cock pressed onto something soft, he whipped his head back up and nearly bulged his eyes out at the sight of you rubbing your chest on his dick.

"Do you think you can cum with my boobs, Sangie?" you titled your head at him. The stark difference between the innocent expression on your face and the lewd action you're doing made his dick twitch.

"Try me," he challenged.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you began squeezing your boobs around his dick and move your chest up and down on him. The skin of your chest was colder compared to his hot dick, it felt kind of nice.

Considering how hard and worked up he was, you think it wouldn't take him long to cum. So you work yourself so that Yeosang could reach his peak soon. Poor guy must've been wanting to cum so bad.

As you're preoccupied with Yeosang, Mingi took the opportunity of your ass jutting out to slip himself into your pussy in one swift thrust. Thank god you're still wet from previous ministrations.

The sudden impact halted your tit-fucking on Yeosang. You whimpered slightly when Mingi decided to stay still after waiting for him to move.

"No, no, princess, you're gonna make Yeosangie there cum with my dick in you," he said. You could hear the smugness dripping from his voice. He leaned forward to lick a stripe from the middle of your back to your neck, "so you better not move much if you don't want daddy to punish you," he growled next to your ear.

"Oh shit, Mingi's straight-up cruel, isn't he?" Wooyoung muttered to Seonghwa, who was equally shocked at the sight in front of him. Jongho piped in from the side, "nah, he just love taming (Y/N),"

Initially, you thought tit-fucking Yeosang would be an easy thing. But with the additional interruption inside you, you can't seem to focus. On one hand, you want to make Yeosang cum on your chest. But on the other hand, you think having Mingi fuck you would be amazing.

But you're determined. You tried not thinking about how Mingi's dick is filling you up nicely and to just focus on letting Yeosang's dick thrust in between your tits, having your tongue graze against his tip every time it came to view.

Slowly, Yeosang started to thrust himself onto you. You adjusted your rhythm to his, making sure that when he thrust himself up, you're pushing your boobs down on him. Soon enough you started to get used to Mingi's cock filling you and just focus on making Yeosang cum.

With increasing speed, you encouraged Yeosang to cum. Egging him to the edge. At one point, you even spat down onto his cock to make him move better as if your boobs hadn't already been covered in his precum.

Yeosang is different from the others. Whilst the others have telltale signs of them cumming through their faltering movements, Yeosang kept a steady pace. He'd increase his speed from time to time and his face would scrunch in concentration.

"Come on Sangie, I want your cum," you whimpered at him. His eyes met yours, focusing on the way you're looking at him. Eyes batted and lips pouted, proving that you're really begging for him to cum on you.

"Yeosangie, please," you moaned out. He inhaled sharply at your voice, knowing that he's just about to cum.

"F-fuck, (Y/N), w-where do you want me?" he uttered out in pants.

"Cum on my chest, Sangie, please," you begged.

As soon as his brain processed your begs, he spurted out ropes of milky white cum to your chest, some of it even splattered on your chin and neck.

You were about to compliment him when all of a sudden, Mingi pulled you flush into his lap and turned you both around so his back is rested on the couch behind him.

Wooyoung appeared before your eyes out of nowhere, hand still on his cock that's wrapped in your bikini bottom. He had a teasing smirk on his face as he pumps slowly, "our turn," he sing-songed.

Without even waiting for you to react, Mingi's arms wrapped around your waist and began thrusting himself.

"Ah!" you yelped, surprised at the suddenness. But Mingi didn't care as he only presses his forehead onto your shoulder and thrust at an animalistic speed. Your eyes focused on Wooyoung and how he's staring directly at your pussy while his hands move on his dick quickly to match Mingi's thrusting pace.

You licked your lips at how needy Wooyoung is. So who are you to deprive the man of what he needs?

Carefully, so that you wouldn't disturb Mingi, you hook both of your legs around his longer one's, making sure that Wooyoung could get a better view of how Mingi's moving into you.

Wooyoung's eyes bulged out at the new visual. Your glistening pussy practically sucking all of Mingi so greedily, pulsing with need, pink bordering on red from the way it's been used, and still slightly leaking the cum that Seonghwa had left inside you, not to mention your chest still has what Yeosang left on you. His hands initially faltered in surprise, but when his eyes met your encouraging ones, he scooted closer to you and began pumping harder and faster. How did he not get hand cramps yet is a mystery.

Mingi seemed to notice Wooyoung moving closer to the both of you. It was then when he noticed your legs had spread wider for Wooyoung to see and you're now enjoying how he's fucking into you.

He chuckled in amusement, feeling somewhat proud. "You're a considerate little princess, aren't you?" his voice rumbled deeply next to your ear, making you blush. You hadn't even realized one of his hands snaked to between your legs until it suddenly smacks your pussy loudly.

The others who were watching jumped slightly at the sound. One of them definitely whimpered either from the sound or from how your pussy is now a shade darker.

Mingi is now determined to make you lose control. Something deep in him convinced himself that even though the others had had their way with you, HE'S the only one who knows your body best and how to control it, bend it to his will.

With the determination set, his hips set to a steady pace and his hand rub at your clit in harsh circles, the lubrication of your juice and his precum (along with Seonghwa's leftover cum that he wouldn't admit) made it easier for him to pleasure you.

You let out a loud squeal at the newfound pleasure. Your chest arching high from Mingi's and your eyes scrunching close. If it weren't for Mingi's arms anchoring you, you'd surely topple forward and smack yourself onto Wooyoung's dick, face first. Although, that wouldn't be the worst way to fall over.

Wooyoung licks his lips when he saw the outline of Mingi's cock through your stomach, thinking how you must be so tight and small for Mingi's cock to be able to do that. Not that he think it's a competition, but he's pretty confident in his own size and girth.

Currently you're a moaning mess. Hands groping onto your chest for anchor and toes curling. The pleasure had become overwhelming. You don't know if it's the buildup of multiple sexual activities or the fact that you had only cum once whereas you had managed to make six out of eight men cum in and on you.

Mid-thought, you felt something inside you snap and you let out the most pornographic moan you can muster as you squirted on the floor, Mingi's legs, and onto Wooyoung.

Other than Mingi and Wooyoung, the room felt like it had been frozen in time. Six pairs of eyes watched with disbelief at what had just happened in front of them.

"Shit, she never squirted before," Jongho choked out, making the other five pairs of eyes divert to him.

"Oh fuck, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen," Wooyoung grunted. He promptly moves himself to be directly in front of you. He let your bikini bottom drop to the floor so that his bare hand would pump himself instead.

The way you're currently being overstimulated by Mingi's ever-thrusting dick sets him off immediately.

As if synced, when Wooyoung's cum hit your stomach, Mingi also released himself in you, mixing your essence and him together whilst still thrusting to ride his orgasm off.

When Mingi finally stopped thrusting, you could feel fatigue wash over you and your legs lost all its strength. All you could do is slump against Mingi as he caresses your thighs lovingly, whispering "good job"s into your ear.

Silence washed over the room as everyone calms themselves down from the event that had just unfold. No one was regretting anything, it's more like wonder. How one second you were all playing truth or dare and suddenly they're all fucking the girl who's supposed to be Wooyoung's fake girlfriend.

You were bordering on falling asleep when you suddenly felt your body being lifted up into familiar arms.

"I'll take her up and clean her, mind cleaning up?" Mingi asked towards the rest of them as he stood up to get you to your shared room.

The last thing you heard before closing your eyes were the other seven agreeing to clean up. The smell of sex was still thick in the air, while it would've been disgusting to your normal self, right now it just set your brain to immediately sleep.

"Rest up, princess, we'll take care of you," Mingi chuckled, pulling you closer into his chest as he walked up the stairs.

You didn't know why Mingi said 'we' instead of 'I'. But it felt nice.

It felt right.

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a/n : I called this chapter countryside orgy too much to the point that I changed it to countryside orgy from the original life's a beach. y'all fucking ruined me.

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cherry blossom avenue.

❀ genre: angst/fluff; arranged marriage!au; f2l!au;

❀ pairing: jin x reader;

❀ length: 23.0k;

❀ synopsis: college would’ve been unbearable if it weren’t for your wallowing sessions with your best friend jin over a shared “forever alone” woe, so it really was only a matter of time until the two of you sealed a shoddy promise to betroth the other at the age of 27. perhaps it was only a silly joke to you then, but you should’ve known better nonetheless; because when a wedding invitation arrives five years later down the road with his name signed next to another’s, feelings that were once buried begin to blossom once again.

“Don’t be a homewrecker.”

What was supposed to be a light-hearted tease over your fleeting glimpses in his direction bears much more weight than even reality should have; and unbeknownst to her, even if your friend’s commentary strikes a fear in you, a fear that has some creature eating away at you and a horrifying drop in the twisted pain of your chest, the daunting knowledge of a potential truth behind her words pale in comparison to the anguish brought upon by a familiar face of the past.

Because even as you stand far and hidden behind the crowd of overly dressed classmates and unacquainted businessmen all painted by a silhouette of dimmed black, you manage to observe him through the few albeit sure opportunities; for when the passersby chatter, cross, and weave through the lavish ballroom floor at the perfect time, place, and space for you to peep through the pinholes seemingly formed by pure happenstance or a cruel wish casted upon by fate, the clock returns to a buried state of mind.

It’s a state of mind seven years stale, mistakenly manifested and deliberately buried. It’s a transition in mindsets when fondness sours into a longing for something that could never be, for his reciprocation of affections means much less than its origins. It’s a heavy moment when you’re finally sure he would never come to speak the language of your enamored being. It’s that fractured frame in time when everyone freezes in their tracks but a reverberating pain transcends the laws of the universe, almost as if on a personal quest to oust you; and even if you vehemently down yourself with another magical shot of liquor, nothing can quite ease the internal war stirring within.

One hand grasping a glass of red wine worth much more than a month of your salary and one arm crossed under the bosom draped over by your only presentable black satin slip dress, you’re almost numb to the turmoil that is irony. How cruel is it that even after seven years of having believed you had moved on, nothing has really changed after all? Your heart still melts in the wake of his dorky grin, your chest still winces over the buried buds of a coveted love, and your blood still runs intoxicated by the presumption that this phase of infatuation would pass with time.

Your friendship, your feelings, your shared promise, a youth that no one had paid witness to except for you, him, and that cherry blossom tree down that street, nothing has really changed. In fact, you feel as though you could still march across this room and nonchalantly probe at your best friend’s cheek with the ultimate goal of eliciting a shriek from your best friend.

And yet, the circumstances that have brought you back to him in this very room must have been the one cruel exception.

“A ‘homewrecker?’” you feign a light-hearted chuckle, swirling your drink and taking another sip as you peek at the distorted glass-image of the man and the woman beside him. “And why would you say something as horrifying as that?”

“Didn’t you say you and, what’s his name,” Alex pauses before nearly gasping, “ah, Seokjin! Didn’t you say you two used to be best friends in college? You might have been his best friend but she’s his fiance now, Y/N! Plus, she’s got a baby in her, too.”

She might have been joking, and it really should have been if you had been truthful about your feelings for said best friend, but maybe this is the price you’re paying for so dutifully holding onto your dignity; so, instead, the deep undercut of her remark instigates a stirring irritation within you. Raising a questioning brow at your friend is all you can muster without spilling your secret as well as your brewing storm.

“Oh, so you actually do remember what I say when you’re only a minute from blacking out?”

“Hey,” your friend recognizes the anger seeping through your body language, stifling a giggle as she tries to bump your elbow and stumbles over her heels, “it was a joke, okay? I’m just looking out for my friend!”

“Right, what is there to even look out for?”

“Well,” she points a finger at the direction you had just been staring off into a minute prior and leans in to whisper, “you’ve been staring at the newly engaged man for much longer than the woman beside him, if that says anything—”

“—uhuh, as if, hey!” you almost yelp as you help her stand upright once again. A scoff of disbelief escapes your lips over the sight of your friend letting herself go. Grabbing her glass and swiftly placing it onto the tray of the many passing waiters, you squish her cheeks and give her a light pat or two. “The only person you need to worry about is yourself. Why are you even wearing those ungodly stilettos when you can’t even wear kitten heels without whining all day at work?”

“Hey,” Alex pouts, bending one knee and jutting her hips to show off those torturous pink devices on her feet. “I told you about my ex from high school, don’t you remember?”

“So it’s okay if you’re trying to impress an ex from high school, but I’m not even allowed to glance at my old best friend?” you quip, pressing your lips into a thin line as you take another gander at your friend up and down. “And what does excessive drinking even have anything to do with it?”

She flashes you a mischievous grin, “for confidence.”

“I can’t with you,” the roll of your eyes must have agreed, “and what about the classmate friend who actually invited you to her engagement party?”

“Oh,” Alex glances at the woman beside Jin and shrugs, “she’s alright. She’s that typical good girl. Too smart, too kind, too good at everything that you really want to hate her but have no reason to do so. I’m sorry, Y/N, but your best friend is devilishly handsome and I’m not surprised she’s marrying someone of her league.”

“Pfft, why are you apologizing to me?” you scoff, ushering her to the washroom and shaking your head along with the stream of confusing emotions that hit you like a truck. “Go wake yourself up before she or, gasp, worse yet, your ex spots you.”

“Oh my God, you’re right,” she gasps, shuffling in her skintight red bodycon dress and whirling around once more to call out before finally disappearing, “let me know if any boy comes looking for me!”

“Uhuh, yeah, sure,” you shoo her away, taking another sip from your glass and muttering under your breath, “...how am I supposed to recognize your high school classmates?”

Now that your friend is gone and you’re left all alone to your thoughts, you go against your own advice and down another glass of liquor.

You may have been his best friend but she is his fiance.

Well, if Alex is a good judge of character, then at least a good man like your best friend has found an equally respectful woman. It might have hurt to hear her words, but Alex isn’t exactly wrong. At the very least, you could sigh in relief having known you’re genuinely happy for your best friend’s future.

It’s just that the truth hurts sometimes.

Relief isn’t an excuse for lingering onto a soon-to-be-married man, regardless of when these emotions came about.

People are chattering all around you, strangers and former acquaintances are bustling about, familiar college classmates are greeting the bride-to-be’s high school classmates, and yet here you are: aloof and isolated even in a room of hundreds, fixated and more distant than you have ever been to the boy you had once cherished as the closest anyone could get to knowing the real you.

No one would know but Jin.

The real you.

The you who could not have moved on because she couldn’t recognize her own feelings until seven years down the road with a wedding invitation in hand, seven years after the buds had been sowed, seven years too late.

The one who stands pathetically here in the corner of a room, secretly hoping for him to approach her but also wishing for the night to pass unnoticed just like she had wished for her buried affections to pass.

So you shuffle in place awkwardly, pondering whether you should’ve caved into Alex’s pleas and attended this posh get-together, debating whether you should dip once your friend realizes her high school ex just isn’t worth it, sipping the remainder of opulent liquor and taking one last peek at the boy, when, your heart strikes loudly against your chest…

...because his eyes catch yours, a pair amongst hundreds, one invitee amidst an endless swarm of crowds, almost as if on a planned rendezvous, a secret unbeknownst to everyone in the room but the two of you.

Eyes widening in shock, the drums of your chest hammer against you, each strike pumping a nearly painful high that fuels your fight or flight mode. The debate between confronting your longtime friend and fleeing said friend did not even cross your mind at the start of the predicament. Quickly whirling around, head down and hands gripped to your drink, your feet move on its own.

A familiar series of clicks echo against the polished marble tiles. You don’t even have to turn around to recognize those homecoming footsteps, those awe-inspiring confident strides as he makes his way across the room. If this were you from seven years ago, you would have welcomed him with open arms and he would have claimed you were just acting sweet to bargain for some fresh pastry, but the unfamiliarity of a stranger you have yet to reconcile with has you in an unexplainable panic.

After all, it’s hard to explain why exactly his persistent pursuit after you, after seven years of distance, both emotional and physical, frustrates you to no ends.

Your hands form fists, your feet storm down the halls, and your mind could repeat nothing but the words you had excused as “just a light-hearted joke.”

You may have been his best friend but she is his fiance.

Don’t be a homewrecker.

A baby in her.

A baby.

His fiance.

A homewrecker.

The accusations echo and echo, as though screaming at you in the endless cave that is your mind, until the party fades, the crowd disappears, and the ear-piercing classical music wanes against the walls of your temporary solace, the bathroom. Finally, entrapped in a world of black—black tiles, wine colored walls, and dark red roses perched on top of what seems to be a black granite sink—you’re left alone to your thoughts.

Alex wouldn’t understand a seven-year-long regret because she doesn’t know the real history between you and Jin. In fact, no one invited to this engagement party nor does anyone in this whole mansion know of the soon-to-be groom’s past.

It isn’t as simple as people might make it out to be on the surface, because no one but you, Jin, and the street down your block had paid witness to a shoddy, spontaneous promise that should have never been made.

Turning on the faucet and splashing a fresh handful of cold water onto your face, your eyes eventually wander from the stream of water that flows down the drain up along the glass bowl of a sink and into the mirror to meet the sullen eyes of a girl, seven years older with a stain of regret that spans much longer that a mere seven years.

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“Waaah,” the boy exclaims as you watch your own reflection narrow its eyes at the image beside you. The spectacle persists to angle his chin every which way until he’s finally satisfied with the protrusion of his jawline; and as the boy resumes his daily activity of marveling at himself in awe, you have to wonder once again, for the hundredth time by now, just how you two had possibly become best friends. “Looking good, Jin. Looking real good.”

“Ugh,” you roll your eyes and feign nausea, “narcissist.”

Jin pauses in the midst of his inspection, allowing his phone to settle into his lap and turning to glance at you with his head as high—well, almost as high—as his ego. “When you look as good as this,” he gestures at himself and your eyes follow his crafty fingers up and down, “don’t even try to tell me you wouldn’t be all up in yourself.”

You blink your eyes blankly and start with the most accusatory tone you could muster, “excuse you, Kim Seokjin, but are you saying that I don’t look good?”

“You’re insisting that yourself, not me! It’s not my fault you can’t appreciate your God-given looks,” Jin raises his hands mercifully and you almost miss his latter, back-handed compliment when you become entranced by those double-jointed fingers of his. “Plus, I said ‘when you look as good as this.’”

“Psh, yeah,” you mumble, “and yet here you are, still as forever alone as ever.”

“Hey,” he snaps, narrowing his eyes at you even as he raises his phone to take yet another selfie, “and what does that say about you?”

“...and that’s exactly why,” you chirp as you hastily smush your cheek against his and throw a peace sign just as he snaps a photo, “we’re gonna be forever alone together!”

“Hey, why’re you ruining my selfie—” he pauses in the middle of his camera roll “—oh, we actually look good.”

Glimpsing at one of many candid photos of you and him, a helpless smile spreads across your lips. A warm breeze blows and you can practically smell the impending spring that breathes life into the pink buds hovering on the cherry tree above you. The sun’s embrace against your bare legs that lie beside your best friend’s on the red and white checkered picnic is a perfect compliment to the equally bright phenomena that are his high-pitched giggles; and like the many days you’ve spent the past year, the only thing that could possibly elevate this moment of serenity would be a bite of his weekly pastry batches.

Speaking as you chow down on the carbs, you quip, “you mean you look good?”

“That, too, but I meant us, together—” he articulates, cutting himself off abruptly when he snaps his head to find you digging into one of his many bread “—hey, who said you could start testing without me?!”

“Too many selfies, too slow, too hungry,” you lean your head back to plop the remainder of the custard-filled bread into your mouth, “shmorry Jin, but dish ish delicious.”

Just as you lean forward and take another large bite out of the batch, Jin catches right up to you, snatching the remainder and plopping it right into his now-stuffed cheeks instead. Lips falling agape at the disappearance of your bite-size donut, you gawk at your best friend whomst chomps happily away with your piece in his mouth.

You can still recall the heat of your cheeks after the first time he had ever proclaimed something that was yours as his—in fact, it wasn’t much long ago when Jin had nearly regurgitated a mouthful of mocha frappuccino after discovering you had sneaked in a sip or two prior—but now? Sharing commodities has become such second nature to you two that sometimes you wish he could return to his germophobic days just so you can hog all the food…

...and maybe to relive whatever magical flutters that had befallen you on that very first day.

“Of coursh ish delicious!” he manages to exclaim incoherently. “Kim Sheokjin baked it afta all!”

“Yeah,” you take a long moment to gulp and make room for more food, “I think I prefer the ones with custard—”

“—so it’s a perfect batch just like m—”

“—almost perfect.”

You could see yourself wink through the prideful glint in his eyes quickly plummet into a glare that has you laughing at the downfall of his indestructible ego. His playful glare through the corner of his narrowed eyes silently commences yet another one of your daily staring challenges. Maybe that’s why the two of you made such a perfect pair amongst the thousands of classmates at school. After all, how would Jin ever find someone as tolerant of his incessant dad jokes and perpetual ego as you are? And how would you ever find someone who would bake you goods and cook you lunch and, not to mention, spout such peculiar humor?

All of your classmates had dubbed the two of you as the perfect comedy duo—the dumb and the dumber, the silly and the sillier—that, apparently, is the essence of a match made in heaven, albeit probably meant to be more platonically than romantically.

Both too stubborn to lose, even in a meaningless game of a staring contest, not even the heat of the sun rays that has you two nearly sweating bullets could deter the match. Eventually, seconds turn into minutes and minutes turn into a frenzy frozen moment in time as you start to fall into the sudden abyss you found yourself in that is the warmth pool of his eyes.

Perhaps it’s the angle at which the rays strike theatrically on the apples of his cheeks, illuminating his dewy skin and enhancing the chocolate hues of his orbs hidden underneath the matching brown locks of his all whilst his eyes happen to be staring right back at you. You’ve never quite felt this way before—heart palpitating, throat constricting, and mind panicking—but for the first time ever, you’re hesitant in allowing your best friend to peer through the windows to your soul.

This isn’t good. What would he do if he were to discover your frenzy? Would he tease you to no ends?

Worse yet, would he falsely assume that you’re hardcore crushing on him…?

“Oh God,” you blurt out, breaking eye contact to avert your head to the side across the street. Your lips begin to mumble whatever comes first to mind, “uh, wow, look at that couple. Ugh, PDA—” your eyes flicker to find Jin raising a brow just before your eyes avert once again and he follows your line of sight “—am I right?”

“Oh c’mon! Just admit it,” Jin chides. “You’re only using this to disguise the fact that you were just about to blink, weren’t you?”

“I was not about to blink,” you insist but your shifty gaze tells the both of you otherwise, even if the true lack of confidence is unbeknownst to Jin. “You suck at staring contests. How many times have I won before? I was just distracted, okay?”

“Oh yeah?” Jin crosses his arms. “Distracted by what, then? Huuuh? By my devastatingly good looks?”

“No!” you exclaim almost too adamantly that you have to add in a nervous laugh at the end, which only has Jin staring at you in utter disbelief. Feigning an apologetic pressed smile, you gesture your hands in the direction of the couple supposedly hidden behind a fence but clearly exposed to those on a hill, otherwise known as you two. “I meant them—”

“—ew!”

The both of you exclaim in unison, selflessly covering the tarnished eyes of the other and ducking away from the moment of intimacy that you two had just intruded on.

“Aw, cmon! Even after graduation, too?” Jin remarks, mouth gaping and hands falling from your shielded eyes only to be thrown to his side in bewilderment. “Does everyone really have to remind us just how lonely we are even on our last day?”

“You mean how lonely we are and how lonely we will be for the rest of our lives?”

“For the rest of our lives?” Jin quirks a brow at you before shaking his head and shrugging. “Dang, that wasn’t exactly my plan, because the world will be forced to acknowledge my looks sooner or later, but I mean, in your case…”

“What?!” you gasp in disbelief, slapping his arm hard enough for him to wince. “What do you mean ‘in your case?’ I bet you haven’t even kissed someone yet!”

Jin snarls at you as he pulls his arm back and retorts, “yeah? And I bet you haven’t either!”

“Actually, I have, with Joon at that party last year,” you say smugly, crossing your arms with a chin held high, “and you just admitted you haven’t had your first kiss yet.”

“Psh, yeah, I haven’t, and?" the boy holds his head high akin to a child arguing with his body and not with his words. “Because I prefer to save it for something meaningful unlike someone here.”

“Hey, are you insinuating that it wasn’t meaningful?”

“You’ve always told me how much you hated parties!” he throws his hands up. “Plus, you don’t even like Joon! You said his breath stinks!”

“Well—” you pause but no words come to you except for a loud grunt “—ugh, fine. You’re right.”

“Of course I’m right,” he turns away, leaning into his right hand with an elbow propped against his crisscrossed lap. “I’m Kim Seokjin, after all.”

Following suit, you mumble into your propped hand, “I guess that’s why we’re friends in the first place. Together and, yet, still forever alone.”

“Hey, I said I don’t plan on being forever alone.”

“Right, right,” you brush him off, “tell me that when you actually get a girlfriend—actually, tell me that when you find someone to marry who doesn’t run for their life just one month into your relationship.”

“‘Marry?!’” he gawks at your demand. “I haven’t even had my first kiss yet and you’re talking about marriage?!”

“What?” you turn to face him, cheek resting in hand. “Didn’t you say the world would soon recognize your charms?”

“Hmph, well,” he says with a jutted lower lip, “definitely sooner than you.”

“Really?” you gape at his bold proclamation despite clearly being the one with the upperhand. “You really think you’re gonna get married before me?”

Your best friend doesn’t even bother glancing at you before answering, “bet.”

“Okay, if you win, then I’ll eat the crust to your breads whenever you want. I’ll even throw in a bonus for you and spare your wife from having to see fetus photos of you in college,” you can only snicker at the lightbulb that goes off in his widened eyes. “And if I win, then you’ll have to eat my crust and delete all the ugly photos you have of me on your phone.”

“Sorry, can’t do. That would take me an eterni—”

“—shut up.”

“Okay, fine, bet,” he cackles, straightening his back and stretching his arms out before him, “and what if neither of us ever get married?”

“Hm,” you purse your lips, “good point. Should we set a time cap to our bet? Ideally, if I want to have a stable job and income by 25, have children by 30, enjoy two or three years of marriage without kids, then…”

“Why do you have to have children by 30?” Jin frowns. “Why set all these unrealistic standards on yourself?”

Putting a finger to hush his lips, you almost find yourself distracted by the plush warmth against your skin. Quickly, you answer, “long story short: parents.”

“Ah,” he utters even as your fingers are pressed to his lips, “ditto.”

“Let’s set the cap to 27,” you propose. “If neither of us get married by the age of 27, then we’ll just call off the bet. But damn—” the two of you simultaneously lean your chins into your palms “—that means we’re really gonna be a disappointment to our parents forever, huh?”

A loud, heavy sigh escapes the both of you; and while you stay pouting into your hands, staring into the fresh green grass on the downside of the hill off in the distance, Jin props his hands back against the blanket and cranes his neck back to look off into the distant sky. You hadn’t noticed it until now, but for a devilishly dashing guy like Jin—broad shoulders, facial features that could only be gifted, and a prominent Adam’s apple, especially with his head rolled to the back like this—you have to admit his lonely status must have been much more of a choice to Jin than it is for you; because even for someone like you, his best friend who gets to stare at his profile for as long you desire in all its glory, you have yet to become desensitized to his dazzling visuals that is anything but normal.

As much as you hate to admit it, even now, with a clear blue sky, an array of warm pastry aroma, and a field of freshly cut grass, you can’t help but become enamored by the person before you.

And when another sigh befalls his lips and the two of you have settled into a comfortable silence and a breeze passes by the both of you, rustling a dozen or so of the hovering cherry petals to grace the surrounding air, he speaks.

“Let’s get married if we’re still single by then.”

“...huh?”

“I said,” only his eyes move to peer down at you effortlessly, “if we both lose the bet, then let’s get married.”

Your eyes pop and you can only utter the few words that reach you, “to each other?”

“No, to food,” he says sarcastically, grabbing a piece of his bread and stuffing your face with it when you continue to stare at him and he shuffles awkwardly in place. Looking away, he mumbles, “of course to each other, who else, dummy?”

“Uh….huh,” you blankly nod your head as a series of laughs are stifled by the bread. “Okay, and you’re being serious?”

He doesn’t look at you when he answers, “uhuh.”

“Pffft, and you’re saying you would keep that promise? That you would even remember this moment? We’re just gonna marry? Like that? And you’re assuming I’m just going to agree?”

“Hey,” he turns to frown at you, “why wouldn’t you agree? I’m offering you a once in a lifetime opportunity!”

Munching down on the bread, you continue to play along in amusement, “really? And what exactly are you offering me? You know I have high standards, right? I’m not just going to accept any proposal.”

“I know. That’s why you’re still single…” the boy deadpans, even as you glare at his remark, “...but, that’ll all change when you witness my proposal! Hear me out. First, I’ll cook every meal for you for the entire day.”

“You almost already do that except for breakfast.”

“Okay, but I’ll hone my skills by then. It’ll be even better than any restaurant we’ve ever been to.”

You raise a brow, “so you think food is the way to my heart?”

“No offence, but yes, that’s why we’re friends,” he quips before continuing, “second, I’ll bring flowers to you at work. Everyone at your job will be burning with jealousy!”

“Because of your public display of affection, which we both clearly disdain?”

“No, because they would wonder how you have such a handsome boyfriend like me!” he wags his finger. “Plus, who doesn’t like a little PDA when they’re about to be proposed to?”

“Okay, fair enough, but those are two promises you’re making for the proposal. A marriage is a lifelong commitment. Why would I want to marry you just for food and flowers?”

“Hmmm, even for someone like you, I’m surprised you have so many requirements,” Jin hums, tapping his finger on his chin. “How about this, I’ll make three more promises for our marriage.”

“Quit saying ‘our marriage,’ I keep shuddering at the thought of it,” you remark as you rub your arms.

“Third promise, I won’t break your achey breaky heart,” he deliberately emphasizes each word in a fruitful attempt to send shivers down your spine. “Fourth promise, I’ll remember all of my promises.”

“Okay… and fifth?”

“I’ll keep all of my promises! And I’ll do it all right here at this spot. Our spot.”

“What? That’s dumb,” you giggle. “Just keep it at four, then.”

“No,” he grabs the bagel in your hands and fills his mouth without a second of hesitation, “ish eashier to wememba fibe promishesh.”

“Right, right, right,” you nod, pressing your lips in a vain attempt to muffle your chuckles. “And what promises would you want me to make?”

“You?” he quirks a brow before shaking his head. “Nothing. You’re fine. I like you just the way you are.”

Huh. Has Jin always been this nice? Because you don’t quite recall ever feeling the heat of an oncoming blush of your cheeks or the bashful flutters that come with your best friend’s witty remarks. Maybe the topic of marriage has thrown you off today or maybe it’s the aftermath of a high having just graduated college and being thrusted into adulthood, but the stretched smile that adorns your lips is an undeniable fact that your confidence and spontaneity has reached its pinnacle.

Grinning, you lean across Jin’s lap to grab and unlock his phone to access the camera, “okay, wanna take a photo to commemorate this moment?”

“Gee, if you want a photo of me that bad, you could just ask me to send you a selfie, y’know—what the,” Jin starts to cackle when you raise the phone into the air and suddenly press your cheeks against his without warning. With a side-finger gun to frame his cheeks and chin, your best friend readies his pose as you wear a mischievous smile. “Hurry up and take the picture already, Y/N. My time is money.”

“Hey Jin,” you call out to him with your eyes still fixated to the phone screen, as does his.

The boy almost drags his words, “now what?”

“You’ve never had a girl kiss you on the cheeks before either, right?”

“What—”

—click.

“There,” you chirp jubilantly, grinning at the stunned look on his face, his eyes popping and his lips just slightly parted but failing to utter a single word as his hand grazes the spot on his cheeks where your lips had just touched, “now you have zero excuses to forget our promise!”

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That must have been the last time you had met up with Jin in person. Shortly after graduation, the two of you had parted ways as many are forced to do in order to embark on their lives as full-fledged adults. Being born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Jin had been lucky enough to receive a job offer straight out of college with the help of family connections; although, even without his family name, you whole-heartedly believe he still would have managed on his own based off of his unparalleled work ethic that you had the chance to witness firsts-handedly.

On the other hand, your parents had advised you to stay home, which happened to mean you would be stuck in the same town of your college, until you finally landed a decent job where you had met Alex and established a new life. Unfortunately, like life always does, all that busywork meant sacrificing contact with your best friend somewhere along the way.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait!”

“Ah, shit,” you mutter under your breath as you stop in the midst of your tracks down the black-marbled hallway, gritting your teeth and composing yourself just as you’ve done countless times around your less than friendly colleagues. Taking a deep breath in and out, you put on a pleased smile and whirl around to find the face of a familiar boy in your most recent reveries. “Ahh, hey, Jin... It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

“Ah,” the man, who seems to have grown at least or three inches since you had last seen him, scratches the back of his head. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight… how have you been?”

This is awkward. So painfully awkward.

“Me? Oh, I’ve been alright. Life. Adulting. You know the drill,” you press a thin smile. “Actually, I’m surprised to be seeing you here tonight. I still remember us whining all throughout college over being forever alone, and yet here we are… at your engagement party… life can be funny, huh?”

“Y—” he stutters, scratching the back of his neck “—yeah… it can be.”

“So,” you chirp in a fruitless attempt to lift the suffocating atmosphere, “the wedding is coming up pretty soon! Feeling good or is someone getting cold feet?”

He shakes his head weakly, “I wear socks to sleep.”

“Wh—” you pause for a quick second, blinking blankly at his soft chuckle and following suit shortly after “—why do your jokes sound like you’re 22 again?”

The man shrugs with a helpless smile hinted in the corners of his lips; and when it happens—you don’t know how or when the silence had whisked you away into a past time—you find him gazing at you with that fondness of a sole friend who endlessly shared and fought informidable woes with you. Perhaps you’re a hopeless romantic frozen between the fork of two roads that have long closed, for you swear you can see your own reflection through his warm brown eyes and you surmise the only possible answer to the question that lingers in your mind.

He must see the same friend in you, that girl he would only call friend.

“You’ve been preparing your whole life for this, or, actually, maybe I should say we’ve been preparing,” you smile to stifle the lurching ache in your chest, “I guess I’m the only fool waiting for her turn now.”

A weep cracks the laugh you force out of your knotted throat. Immediately, you turn your head to avoid his watchful gaze and tuck a lock of hair behind an ear whilst discretely ridding any traces of waterworks welling in your vision. You think you must have gotten away with the feigned laugh and turn, a routine you had mastered at your previous work, but the gradual dissolution of the curve on his lips settles into an unreadable flatline more resembling a frown than anything; because even after all these years, he can still read you like an open book.

So, if he could see through your every facade even now, then why does he not remember? You know you shouldn’t hold it against him, such a silly promise built on a lonesome pair of naive hearts, but you can’t help it when a single word paints your conscience.

Why?

Why can’t he remember?

Your shared promises, your birthday, your memories, and... you?

“Y/N,” Jin begins gently, hesitating in place once he takes a step forward and you flinch, “about the wedding date…”

He waits for you to reply, supposedly for ‘whenever you were ready’, as he always does during those fragile lows of yours.

To avoid letting loose any more unneeded drama, you can only manage a hum, “mm?”

“I…” he pauses and sighs. “I know it’s your birthday.”

A hitch in your breath is audible. You clamp your lips tightly and nod, uttering lowly, “yeah.”

“I want you to know I didn’t decide the date, Y/N,” he says firmly, “my father did.”

“And?” you quip suddenly, eyes darting to shoot a glower deadly enough for him to twitch in evident hurt. There, you went ahead and did it. As hard as you had spent the past months muting your rawest reaction to the envelope in your mailbox, all the pent up frustration and sheer sorrow for a lost future came whiplashing just as hard. “And you couldn’t tell your father to change the date? Maybe one day after? Or two?”

“You know I would have asked if I could, Y/N,” he bites his tongue to state sternly, “but how would he understand? Change it for… for what—” he laughs cruelly in the midst of his burst “—for the birthday of a best friend I lost contact with for five whole years?! That’s so… so dumb—”

“—dumb…?”

The crack in your voice leads to a stagnant silence over what is clearly a no man’s land. Betrayal visibly paints across your face, the momentary display of having wronged his closest ally stains his own.

“Sorry, I didn’t meant that...”

“‘...yeah, you’re right,” you scoff, “I’m dumb for waiting five whole damn years’ because you wouldn’t fucking text me or call me to ask how I was doing!”

“Me?” he asks in disbelief, gawking and pointing an accusatory finger. “You wouldn’t even pick up your phone! I called you for a month after I moved!”

“I couldn’t pay for my phone, alright?! I was living with my parents and scrambling to find a job, any fucking low wage job, and I couldn’t sit all day in my room waiting for your calls because I’m not born with a silver spoon stuck in my ass!”

At this point, the conversation had somehow contorted into an all out brawl of words, a challenge to see who could blame the other for the unsaid confessions lost in communication. The two of you staring down the other, chest heaving and jaws clenching and brows knitting, if it weren’t for your fortunate location tucked in the hallway hidden from the main room, you would not have allowed yourself to fall, lost somewhere in the depth of his eyes.

“Why are you so upset?” a weak, hopeless laugh tumbles from his confused, pained expression. “Aren’t you supposed to be happy for me?”

“I—” something gets caught in your throat and you have to choke it out “—I am. I am happy for you. I’m not upset, no…”

Jin reaches a hand out to your cheek when he notices your tears but immediately retracts his notion when you flinch backwards. The boy frowns in concern, “Y/N… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. How did I upset you?”

“Nothing,” you frantically shake your head that hangs low, using the back of your hands to smear every sign of contradiction on your face. “I just—” your breath shakes and an impending series of hiccups begins to kick in “—I’m silly. I should be happy for my best friend. I mean, I am happy. I’m just being dumb.”

“What?” Jin carefully takes a step forward. “No you’re not—”

“—I’m dumb, okay, Jin?” you finally muster the courage to lift your sights to find his own confused ones. “It’s been five whole years and I’m embarrassed for taking a joke of a promise so seriously when my best friend doesn’t even remember making it!”

The scrunch in his brows and lost resolution only reverberate the deafening ache in your chest. “The promises…? Y/N, I—”

“—it’s fine,” you blurt. Shaking your head and stumbling backwards, you look him straight in the eyes to say your last words before the fading knocks of your heels against the wood are all that he hears. “It's my fault for believing in a foolish fairytale anyways.”

❀ ❀ ❀

It’s almost like a fever dream when you recall just how confidently you had spat those spiteful words and furthermore dared to depart with that sheer satisfaction and the slightest aftertaste of alcohol residing on your tongue that night; but now that you’re awake, sober, and without the power of liquor, there’s nothing that can pull you out of your greatest nightmare most recently manifested into reality.

“Why the hell did I do that? Why the hell did I do that? Why the hell did I do that?”

The incessant grumbles tumble freely from your lips whilst you pace back and forth in the corner of the office. Typically, your colleagues would describe you as composed, reserved, and the level-headed half of an otherwise wild pair with Alex. This morning, however, they begin to question everything they’ve ever known about you as they watch through the corner of their averting eyes.

“I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone!” Alex hisses under her breath along with the threatening glares she shoots at the audience. Considering how long you’ve been going at your mental breakdown, it doesn’t take very long for your shuffling footsteps and mumbling gibberish to transcend into yet another white noise in the office; and once the majority of the passersby settle on the new revelation of your hidden crazed nature, Alex hastily storms to your side as you begin banging your head against the wall. “Why would you throw a tantrum at your best friend’s engagement party?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying…” you pause momentarily to groan before proceeding to damage whatever is left of your seemingly deteriorating brain. “Why the hell did I do that? Why the hell did I do—”

“—not to mention, an ex best friend who never even knew about your unrequited feelings—”

—she comes to an abrupt stop when she finds the deadliest scowl in your dart-like eyes. No words are exchanged but the lethal consequences are clear enough to grant you her silence and the continuance of your destruction.

“Why the hell did I do that, Alex?” you whimper, taking a break from your antics because, damn, your forehead is really starting to hurt. “Whyyyyyyy did you have to leave me alone? Maybe Jin wouldn’t have found me and I wouldn’t have had to confront him over something that shouldn’t even matter anymore! I-I barely even know him… it’s been five years and, suddenly, here I am, voila! At his engagement banquet, yelling in his face and getting mad over feelings that aren’t even his fault!”

“I told you to go easy on the alcohol.”

“I told you to go easy on the alcohol,” you retort. Taking a deep breath, you let out a sigh along with the scowl plastered across your face. Your next words come out more as a helpless confession of fear than a rhetorical question to be answered. “Do you think he… hates me…?”

Alex observes you for a lingering second, perhaps contemplating between a merciful albeit exacerbating answer and a merciless albeit helpful answer. She speaks carefully, treading dangerous water, “well… would you like him to?”

“I don’t know,” you shut your eyes to heave yet another sigh because that weight in your chest refuses to leave you alone. An unapologetic swinging of the door and a series of loud, wide strided footsteps that follow have your brows furrowing and it takes everything in you and Alex, judging by the sudden shuffles you hear by your side, to finish the rare heart-to-heart conversation. “I think… I think if he hated me, maybe that would extinguish that part of me from the past. If he hated me, I would be able to get over it. Maybe I would hate him too, out of spite, but at least I would be able to get over—””

“—it…? Over what, Y/N?”

Over what? It takes you much longer than it should have for you to surmise the most probable answer to her question, an answer you were never willing to admit and an answer you aren’t quite sure you’re ready to admit even now.

“You know what I’m implying, Alex,” you sigh, shutting your eyes even tighter when a rising heat marks your cheeks. “I want to get over—”

—but your words are cut short by a familiar voice that has your heart racing and striking an unprecedented strife in the mayhem that is your systemic state...

“You can’t possibly hate me, Y/N,” he proudly proclaims and you can practically hear him smiling, “no one ever hates Kim Seokjin.”

...and when your eyes finally flutter open, you find the man, who had only seemed like a phenomenon of your feverish dream a second ago, standing before you and adorning that signature smile with raised cheek apples and crescent-like eyes that has yet to change under the influence of time and distance.

“W-What are you doing here…?” you barely manage to utter. Eyes flickering around your surroundings, from Jin’s broad shoulders that shield nearly the entirety of a helpless albeit buoyant Alex, to your colleagues who fail to discreetly whisper over the lavishly suited mystery of a man, and finally back to the bouquet of pastel flowers wrapped with a bright pink bow. Brows furrowing, you struggle to organize your thoughts and even go so far as to check for the dent in your reddish forehead in a vain attempt to dispel the mind tricks. When the mirage before you fails to dissipate into thin air like sand, you slowly turn to face the wall again only to have your antics disrupted by his refreshingly cold hand on your burning forehead ; and when you turn, you find Jin’s mischievous smile growing wider by the second. “H-how do you know where I work…?”

“I’m your best friend, Y/N. Have you somehow forgotten after all that head banging?” Jin scoffs in disbelief, gawking with a chuckle. Suddenly, he leans in to grab your right hand firmly in his own, squeezing twice as he had always done and leading you toward the exit. “C’mon, let’s go recover those memories of yours, eh?”

“Wait, wait,” you nearly stumble over your own feet at the pace he’s going, struggling to catch your breath when he bursts through the last door and a blast of freezing wind envelops the clash of the heat reverberating from your beating heart. “I have to go back! I still have work! And, and… and where in the world are you even taking me?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Y/N, so many dumb questions for someone who always topped my grades,” the boy holds the bouquet of flowers out toward you, refusing to continue until you reluctantly accept his gift with your left hand against your chest. Smiling at your reluctant acceptance, Jin turns his back on you and proceeds to march into the parking lot but his now warm hands intertwined with your now cold hands never loosens its grip.

It’s been a long five years of waiting to finally relish in the hold of his familiarly slim, often teased albeit self-praised double-jointed hands, but, now that you’re finally living in it, you’re sure it was all worth it… even if the crashing flames at the end of this road is an inevitable, foreseeable future.

“Jin,” you frown as you stare at Jin’s opening of the car door and gesture of an invitation, reluctantly seating yourself in his sumptuous car. “I failed half of my exams... remember?”

The boy’s laughs can still be heard even through the closed door as he makes his way around the car front, all whilst swinging the keys in his forefinger. His cackling steps an abrupt many levels of decibels higher when the opposing door opens and he plops into the driver seat. “That never stopped you from boasting, did it?”

Without the flare of your usual clever quips, you purse your lips in silence and subconsciously hug the bouquet closer to your chest to keep his space as unoccupied by your presence. The sudden turn of events has your head spinning and your heart racing enough for the thumps to be felt by your hands.

How did he find out where you worked? Where was he even taking you and what was he planning to do with you? Why was he acting as if you had not angered him just two nights ago?

You don’t think you’ll be getting the answer any time soon, particularly the latter question, but when your stomach growls loudly, eliciting a crackle of a laugh from Jin, the awkward tension in your muscles eases ever so slightly.

“...s-sorry… I skipped breakfast.”

“I know,” he puts the car into neutral at the red light and turns to peer at you with a smug look that says he could still read you like an open book, “because you always skip breakfast. I hid some pastry in the bouquet.”

“What?” you scrunch your nose but immediately dive your scavenging hands into the flowers; and sure enough, you find your favorite cream-filled bread of his warm in your hands and you can’t stifle the smile that spreads on your lips. “Why would you even do that?”

“Well, in case you suddenly got really jacked and physically refused to come with me, then at least you would have something to eat.”

“No,” you giggle, “I meant why would you hide the bread in the bouquet…”

His eyes brighten like a lightbulb, as if only now recalling the genius plan he had crafted himself, “oh, because then you can sneak a bite without having to leave your desk! It always worked with our backpacks, didn’t it?”

Your sights fall to the bouquet and you can only reply with a sheepish grin, “right… it sure did.”

The engine purrs to life again when the light turns green and the remainder of the car ride is filled with the smooth drift of his ride and the ceaseless albeit completely welcomed humming from his lips. The old Jin never had enough of an incentive to drive, although his parents always suggested gifting him a brand new car and you had begged him to take the offer out of boredom and a never-ending desire to escape far away from university, but something about this moment in time has you feeling cozy, belonging, and at home. It’s almost like it was meant to be.

But the silver ring shining around his finger under the angle of the sun is a dreadful reminder that it isn’t.

So, as a slap to yourself back into reality, you fracture this perfect moment you would have once framed in that hopeless mind of yours, “so… how did you find out where I worked?”

“Ah,” his right hand casually slips onto the back of your headrest. “Still haven’t figured out, rank 292?”

“No, I haven’t, rank 295.”

“First,” he raises a finger, “I asked some people through the grapevines and eventually your friend Alex gave out.”

Grumbling under your breath, you curse, “damn it, Alex.”

“And second,” he raises another finger before proclaiming firmly, “I’m proving you wrong.”

“Proving me wrong?” you articulate with a scoff. “You’re going to prove me wrong? Right, keep dreaming.”

“I’m not going to prove you wrong, I am proving you wrong," he insists before shifting the car to neutral and leaning in toward you, gaze brimming with conviction locked with your own wary ones, as if ready to spill a secret sworn by the two of you and hidden from the rest of the universe.

He's close enough for his minty breath to graze your burning cheeks, to breathe a vigorous life previously unknown by your dull five years. Heart pumping and lungs barely working, daring not to budge for being caught under the sway of his gravitational force, you can hardly catch him when he finally speaks.

"I haven't forgotten, Y/N,” he utters, “I'm a man of my word."

❀ ❀ ❀

Promise one.

"I'll cook every meal for you for an entire day."

Promise two.

"I'll bring flowers to you at work."

His unabashed, overly detailed tactic to ask for your hand in marriage still echoes from a time long past. Hopes for those promises were weakened by each passing second but unequivocally unassailed at birth. Eventually, smothered and disheartened, you had been forced to cut ties and confront the reality of broken promises and broken dreams. You had once somehow convinced yourself things would never return to the ways they once were, and, yet, here he is having returned by your side and here you are enraptured by the utter joy in his laughs after all this wavering time.

It's like a dream come true; and if this indeed all just a nightmarish dream bound to death, you wish you never swore allyship to this alcohol, for now your only wish is for it to succumb you into a deep, long slumber.

“I toooooooold you I don’t like paaaaasta!” you whine, the drag of your voice manifesting in white puffs in the still chilly spring air. The sudden transition between the warmth of his house to the frozen world outside has you spiraling into a series of trips and stumbles; and as always, your best friend Jin is the only one to hold you up, which is a good thing considering how you would’ve been tumbling into the death trap of a river beneath this bridge. “So whyyyy did you make me pastaaaaaaa? Whyyyyyyy?”

“What? Why’re you blaming me?” he retorts, obviously taking offence. “You always loved pasta! You ate it every single day at uni!”

“I diiiiid love pasta,” you say through barely parted lips, “but it’s all just… just carbs, carbs, carbssss…”

“Since when did you care about carbs?” Jin frowns, poking your cheeks that lean against his sturdy arms. “Should I call the police?”

Your brows furrow and you lift your head to narrow your eyes at him, “what? Why?”

And as soon as those words slip from your lips and he raises his finger-gun hands, you wish you hadn’t asked in the first place.

“Because I think you’re an impasta,” his finger guns transform into jazz hands after you stare at him in dumbfounded silence, “...badumtsss….”

A series of empty blinks are exchanged, as if neither of you had just witnessed his most tragic dad joke to date; and so, you swiftly continue with a sigh, “I think… I think I started caring ever since heee mentioned I was getting fat.”

“I can’t believe you just ignored my unprecedented joke…” he grumbles to himself but lets out a little huff when he catches you from tipping over. Wordlessly, he hooks his arm with yours to keep you close to him. “And this ‘he’ you mention, who’s he?”

“Heee.”

“Who? Who’s ‘heeee’?” he spouts with pouty lips and a raised chin, flailings his body, and therefore yours, about every which way like a toddler. “Who’s this man I have to beat up, huh? He better square up!”

“I don’t think you could beat him up…” you mumble, eyes heavy but determined enough to reach his own flabbergasted ones. “It’s Jooooon, dummy, Kim-Nam-Joon, the boy I shared my first kiiiiss with…”

“Kim Namjoon?!” his eyes widen. “You think I wouldn’t be able to beat up that nerd?!”

You almost manage to push Jin away the foot of the bridge if it weren’t for his firm lock around you. “Have you seen his muscles?! He might not look like it with his books and all but he worked out all the time!”

“Yeah, well,” his lips sputter, “well, have you seen my muscles?!”

“No—” you freeze when you realize the sturdiness of his arm against your head is existing proof against your word, and maybe it’s because of his obvious flexing at this moment, but you could not believe just how built his arms had grown in the past five years, “—and I don’t want to.”

“Hah! You just don’t want to admit that I’m right. C’mon, I’ll show you. You feel it, huh? You feel it?” he flexes persistently, twisting and turning to maximize his little showcase. “So? You think I can beat him up now?”

“Well…” your voice trails off, mind clearly preoccupied with sticking your cheeks to his arm like glue in a somewhat fruitful attempt to hide the flush in your face. “You don’t really need to beat him up…”

“What?” he almost yells. “Why not? He called you fat!”

“Well, he…” your shoulders rise with each confession, “he said one of my dresses looked tight on me…”

“And?”

“...and he wasn’t exactly wrong…”

“So?”

“...so he didn’t actually say anything offhandedly…”

“What? You should’ve told me earlier!” Jin exclaims, arms thrown high into the air and consequently pushing your helpless self onto the hillside grass beside the run of the river. Lips gaping and eyes popping, you watch him in full offense as he mumbles to himself before resuming his stroll down the hill. “And here I am getting worked up over nothing… can’t believe I thought I could play hero for once…”

“Hey, Jin, what do you mean by that?” you call out to him. “Wait! I said wait for me, Jin!”

When your rhetorical questions are answered with silence, you hasten to your feet in order to catch up with those damn wide strides of his. Damn it, how did he make it halfway down the hill already? Each of your exclamations are unsurprisingly disobeyed by the boy who just throws his head back over his shoulder with that cheeky grin of his as he quickened his pace. Following suit, your strides turn into a jog and your jogs turn into a full out sprint until the both of you are full on running the 100 meters dash, one chasing and one fleeing, wind blowing refreshingly into your heated face and into your tangled locks and inflated lungs that relish in the breath of life.

In the midst of all the chaotic bliss of an epiphany, you find yourself screaming and laughing at the top of your lungs...

“Hey! Jin! I swear I”m gonna kick your ass!”

...and it’s at this moment in time that you realize having forgotten what it means to be a fool who lived and not to live to be a fool.

At some point in time, after having caught up to the knucklehead and giving a piece of your mind, the two of you settle down along the concrete ledge beside the river after a jittery, welcomed high. The sunset that followed was a pleasant surprise that had you two reminiscing over the countless mornings and evenings you had spent watching the sun rise and set together whilst churning throughout tireless exam nights. Pink, golden streaks now hidden behind a thick coating of midnight blue embellished by magical glitters all throughout, tonight’s stargazing becomes a first for the two of you.

As much as you hoped you could numb yourself from the inevitable aftereffects of this death wish of a dreamy day, you can’t help but smile, thankful to have been completely sober to engrave this night into memory.

“So...” Jin’s utter is the first to break the silence. He turns his head to give you a playful look of eyes that beams with wary curiosity, “...you started dating Namjoon after I left?”

“Mm… maybe,” you hum, “why? Got a problem with that?”

“What? Psh, what? Why would I have a problem with that?” he snorts. “The only problem I would have is the fact that you never asked me for permission.”

Your eyes widen, almost threateningly, “are you saying I need permission from a man to date another man? Not to mention a man who abandoned me without warning!”

“Okay, first of all, it’s not my fault you cancelled your phone plan! I called and called, I tried everything I could even though I was deadbeat tired every day. It’s not my fault I thought you hated my guts! So please just understand that I didn’t abandon you, alright?” he spills in an endless stream akin to a water faucet left on the highest setting, clearly a performance either practiced in private or incited by years of pent up pressure. You can practically see the steam shooting out of his fiery red ears and the accompanying whistle manifesting into words; and by the time his chest is heaving, his lungs are panting and very dramatically so, and his eyes flicker nervously between you and the passing water, you can’t help but snicker. Unsurprisingly, your lack of empathy elicits an unamused look on his face. “Hey, hey, what’re you laughing at, huh?”

“Me? Oh, nothing,” your hands move into your laps and you bat your eyes innocently, “it’s just that I can’t believe you’re blaming me, a helpless, poor girl with absolutely no connections, for cancelling her phone plan as a last resort to make ends meet.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he warns with an accusatory finger, “don’t you dare think I’ll fall for that eye blinking and whatever cute act you’re playing up again!”

“Why?” you pout, almost cringing at your own antics. “Am I not cute?”

“No, you’re hurting my eyes. Plus, if anyone’s cute here,” he declares adamantly before puffing his cheeks and poking one with his forefinger, “it’s me.”

The both of you stare at the other for a stagnant few seconds, one completely dedicated to his performance and the other utterly flabbergasted by what plays out before her.

The only word you manage to crank out is a, “uh…”

“What do you think?” he raises another finger to poke his other cheek. “I practiced just for you.”

“Um… you’re 27 now, Jin.”

“So?” he tilts his head in the other direction. “Still 22 and young at heart.”

“Yeah? Then I’m still 22 and still equally disgusted by aegyo—” just as he parts his lips to provide another rebuttal, you quickly add in “—by your aegyo.”

And just like that, the man drops his boyish character just as quickly as he had stepped into it. He mumbles, dropping his hands and shooting an equivocate look at you, “okay, tough crowd. Sorry, ma’am.”

It shouldn’t have been that hilarious nor should your response been so delayed, but it only takes a split second of his surrender for a thunderous cackle to slip from your lips. Throwing your head back and peering at the dangling stars above, you allow yourself a moment to close your eyes and take a deep breath of the incoming wind. The fresh petrichor of spring and the earthiness of mowed grass whisks themselves into the cold, clean breeze from the vast body of water. Thin locks of hair grazes across your cheeks, swaying in the wind as does your spirit. Years are lifted from your shoulders and all that is left is the heaviness that remains in your chest; nevertheless, you have never felt so free from the past.

“Also,” he adds nonchalantly, cocking his head to look at you, “I wasn’t speaking from the position of a man. I was speaking as a best friend. As your best friend.”

And just like that, sitting side by side and sharing a cool breeze, it’s almost as if all these moments of remorse, spilled tears, and unreleased frustration were made to build the climax to this grand finale: the night you can finally speak your truth.

“It’s funny how things never change, huh?” you say when your eyes flutter open and you find Jin looking over with a fondness identical to the one you’ve spotted years before. “We can split for five years, thinking one hates the other’s guts, and reunite again as best friends… as if nothing had ever happened.”

Jin chuckles, hands grabbing to the ledge and head lolling back to join you but his eyes remain fixated on you, “I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. Are we vampires and we just don’t know it?”

“Yeah, well, I’m not sure either… not sure about the good thing and not the vampire thing, that is,” your laugh settles into silence when you spot the reflected light inflicted by the ring around his finger, sitting on the ledge just an inch away from yours. Close enough to touch but far enough to confirm an unequivocal truth. Sighing, you turn your head to meet his intent gaze with a bittersweet upturn to your lips, “normally, I really despise the idea of change; but lately, when I think about how things might never change between us, how we’ll always banter as a pair of stupid best friends, I start wanting it more than ever.”

Is this the moment? Is it all really happening right now? Judging by the course of your blithe actions, if change is what you’re looking for, then change is what will surely ensue after tonight. Whether for the good or for the worse, you’ll take a reluctant guess of the latter.

The man scrunches his brows before playing it off with a nervous laugh, “what do you mean things haven’t changed? You dated Namjoon, probably got it on a few times here or there—”

“—what—”

“—please don’t confirm,” he butts in with a raised hand, “and I have, too. Sure things have changed!”

“Ooh?” you raise a brow, genuinely shocked. “You finally got some experience under your belt? I’m impressed, Mr. Kim.”

“Hey,” he scolds, “what do you mean by ‘impressed?’”

“Well, I should’ve known… figuring you’re about to be a married man and all…” you mumble, forcing a smile despite the sudden dip in your mood. Turning your head to stare off into the opposite end of the river where the black silhouette of skyscrapers lie, you curse yourself mentally. You really thought you could get away with the inevitable truth for the entire day? “You know, I can’t believe I almost forgot that you’re getting married in less than a week. Almost like how I couldn’t believe you almost forgot our promises.”

“I told you Kim Seokjin is a man of his words.”

“You sure about that? Promise one: cook for me for an entire day. Check. Promise two: gift me flowers at work. Check,” you turn around once again to look him firmly in the eyes and it’s almost as if the both of you know what’s about to come next. “What about the three other promises, Kim Seokjin?”

“Y/N…” his voice trails off but his gaze never leaves yours, almost as if too afraid to be misconstrued as another betrayal.

Quick-mindedly, you chime, “stop looking at me so seriously! I’m just joking! Promise three: you won’t break my heart. How could you after a wonderful day like this? Promise four: you won’t forget our promises. Clearly, you remember. And promise five: you’ll keep all your promises. Check.”

“Y/N,” he stifles every wince but you can tell by the way his feet have stopped kicking into the void. “I don’t think I’ve kept all those promises.”

“Well,” you shrug, pressing your lips into a line tightly, “I only see checks in my book, Jin. You’re good to go—”

“—no, Y/N, you need to listen to me,” he says sternly; and when your mouth falls agape and your head slightly nods, his wary eyes searching for a steady sign in the windows to your soul, he continues calmly, “my marriage is actually an arranged marriage.”

“Your—” you blink blankly, jaw almost falling to the floor “—your, you, what?”

An arranged marriage.

All this time, all this pain, all this heartbreak of wanting to do something about your feelings but remaining hopeless because of an unrequited love… turns out to be an active, fully conscious decision? Not a falling out of love, not a helpless affection for another woman, but a matchmaking handcrafted without the heavens?

“My,” he has to stop himself just as his breath hitches, “my father... arranged it. ”

“What? Why? Is it because he prefers you with a well off family?”

“What? No,” he shakes his head with a slight upcurve to his lips that you’ve never quite seen before. Watching him hook a hand to the nape of his neck, clearly avoiding your eyes, you have an inkling of something much worse than the presented news. “You know my father would never do that… it has nothing to do with money...”

“But you left this town for money, didn’t you? For a better job, a better pay, a better life, and for the sake of your dignity as a dutiful son, are you telling me none of those were related to money?”

His eye twitches by your name-calling, clearly pained once again despite knowing very well of your precedent dislike toward his silver spoon background and his nonnegotiable obedience. Each second of silence culminates a tension even more formidable than the last. Guilt intoxicates your boiling blood enough for you to bite your tongue and hold yourself back; because after accusing him of holding onto his dignity, you, yourself, could not forfeit that of your own either.

Worse yet, you’re a complete hypocrite.

“Why can’t you just tell him to call it off?”

You never knew silence could be so deafening.

“So… so do you...” you begin hesitantly. Usually, with your eyes locked with his, a thousand words would have been exchanged with each passing second; but now, with gazes that wade through the tides of the unknown, for the first time ever, you don’t recognize the mystery before you. “Do you... love her?”

His lips part slowly, but no time in the world would be enough for him to find the right words. To you, his silence is as clear as any possible answer. Something sinks in you, perhaps after acknowledging the implications behind his choice to leave your question unanswered, but your blood boils from the audacity of those apologetic eyes that, even now, never stray from yours… as if this minute of sincerity would be enough to mend the inevitable decade of scars.

You begin slowly, failing to hide the shakiness of your deep breaths, “...then what about the baby?”

“What baby...?” his face contorts with a frown until, out of the blue, something flickers across his numerous expressions: confusion, remembrance, contemplation. His hesitation that ensues might have been fleeting but its infliction upon your shattered trust will surely remain. “Oh, that… that was just a rumor my aunt spread because of the sudden marriage.”

“And,” you force yourself to breathe, scattering for something, anything to throw at him, “and you don’t think you could’ve told me sooner?”

The man scrunches his brows, “and that would’ve helped, how?”

“‘How?’” you repeat, as if it was the dumbest question you had ever heard. Mirroring his expression, your eyes avert between him and the river as scoffs of utter disbelief escape you. “‘How?’ What do you mean ‘how?’”

“I mean exactly that!” his voice suddenly escalates to a level of frustration you’ve never quite heard from him before. “How would it have changed anything? Why would you need to know earlier?”

Gawking, you exasperate desperately, “you know why!”

“No, I might be your best friend but don’t expect me to just read your mind!”

“It’s cause...” you swing your leg over the ledge to face the sidewalk with your back on Jin as soon as you could feel an incoming constriction at the back of your throat, a notorious sign shared just between the two of you that waterworks were about to appear. Breathing slowly and doing just about everything to keep your voice from shaking, and fruitlessly so, you mumble before standing to your feet, “...you know what? I don’t even know anymore. I’m sorry. Nevermind.”

Why did you ever think you would have a chance?

Is this it? Is this really it? The end?

The questions come crashing into you as you make your retreat, head hanging low and palms drying the inconvenient tears that mark your face. After all the confidence you had built up, after finally thinking—actually, believing—you could get over him tonight, how humiliating is it that you’re now running away from a reality that would eventually and inevitably engulf you?

The worst part of it is, Jin, like the best friend and good man that he is, persists to chase after you. You don’t have to hear the quickened footsteps of his usual wide, well-paced strides to know he’s coming. You don’t have to hear the calls he makes on the top of his lungs for you to know he’s on his way.

As someone who so helplessly fell in love with their best friend, you just know he would be there through thick and thin—whether you like it or not.

“Y/N!” Jin hollers; and when he finally catches up to you, having to sprint and consequently inciting for you to surrender with an abrupt stop to your path, every bit of air is knocked from your lungs. Arms wrapping over your waist and enveloping you into a tight hug, you can feel his heart pounding against your back.

To most, it should have been the perfect method to comfort a crying friend; so, damn it, why does it only make you cry harder?

“What?” your voice cracks as you just barely manage to smear the following tears within the wrap of his bear hug. “Damn it, Jin, why can’t you leave me alone for once?”

Head resting on yours, his voice is muffled by your hair as he murmurs, “I can’t just leave my best friend crying like that. I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m sorry.”

He embraces you. He embraces you not only physically through the silence but also through the emotional rollercoaster that comes with it. He, Kim Seokjin, your best friend, holds you through the ups and downs and the rights and the wrongs. He even holds you now, comforting you in the hurricane that you brewed without ever knowing and never caring that he had, in fact, not committed any wrongdoing. If anything, you must be in the wrong.

And when you put it that way, how could you blame yourself for falling in love with him?

“Jin… I’m sorry, I tried everything to stop myself but,” your voice shakes but your courage prospers, “but I just, I just really, really love you.”

A second passes.

Now, two.

Then, three.

Something strikes against your chest when the surreality of the situation settles into reality. His silence could mean many things, but the tightening of his embrace could only mean one. Blood flushes your cheeks as you lament over his sensation of your fervent heartbeats. Secrets thrown out into the spring air, your heated cheeks are equally exposed to the passing, chilly zephyr.

He knows you love him. At this moment, he can physically feel the proof of your love and there’s nothing he can do about it.

“Sorry,” you manage to blurt under your breath, “I shouldn’t have said anything. Forget I said—”

—the remaining words dissipate into thin air when he places his hands firmly on your shoulder and whirls you around. Face just inches away from his, you barely catch wind of his declaration before the unthinkable occurs…

“Too late. I don’t want to.”

...and his lips meet yours.

It’s everything you have ever imagined. Years of admiring those plush lips, wondering what it would be like to feel the warmth of those wonders pressed against yours, are finally coming to fruition… except they don’t. His hands fall from your shoulders to the small of your back, but your hands don’t intertwine behind the back of his neck like you imagined. Instead, they hover in midair, hesitant to embrace him in your arms. Why? With your eyes and his fluttered closed and an audible deep sigh that signals a desire finally satisfied from the both of you, reality still manages to twist a dream-come-true.

Does he actually love you or does he only pity you?

Finally, and ever so suddenly, your hands firmly push against his chest to plant an arm’s distance from you and him.

“Sorry…” you pant, avoiding those intense eyes. “We… we can’t do this.”

“What?” Jin raises a brow, taking a step forward as you take one back. “Why not?”

Wordlessly, you point at his ring finger.

“Oh,” he chuckles nervously, hand scratching the back of his neck. You can only watch his every move, your stare gradually becoming a glare. Rosy hues coloring his cheeks, he speaks sheepishly, “I forgot we’re in public.”

His nonchalance irks you to your core. There isn’t any other way to put it. Blithe and dense have always been your favorite traits of his, but now that he’s here? Planting buds he could never sustain and sending mixed signals despite knowing of your feelings in an unfitting circumstance were never things you knew Jin for.

“I-I don’t get it, Jin,” you shake your head. “I don’t think we should see each other any more. In any context. Not even after the wedding.”

With his hands buried into his pockets and shoulders high enough to hide his reddened ears, he glances up at you, alert. “What? Why? What don’t you get?”

“It’s ‘cause... I just don’t get… this. I don’t get us,” you articulate, struggling to find the right words. “Why are you so… nonchalant about this? Why are you kissing me? Is it out of pity? Is it because I said I liked you—”

“—Y/N,” he says lowly like the drop of his previously cheerful mien, “you know I would never do something like that.”

“Then why?! Why are you doing this to me? Do you love her or not?” you pause for a second to stifle the crack in your voice but, alas, all is in vain. “...and do you even… love me?”

He frowns, the tension in his body evident by the knitting of his brows as he struggles, “I… Y/N...”

“So you can’t admit that you love her and you can’t even lie to say you love me. So why the hell are you throwing away an entire marriage just to kiss me?” your scoff comes out more so like a plea. “You’re confusing me, Jin—”

“—that’s,” he abruptly pauses to stop himself from exploding, taking a deep breath before continuing, “that’s exactly why I can’t say it, Y/N! I don’t want to confuse you. I don’t want to disappoint my father. I-I don’t want to complicate matters more!”

“Then why the hell did you kiss me?!”

“I don’t know, okay?!” he throws his hands in the air. “I don’t know! It was a spur of the moment! I couldn’t stop myself from chasing after you and when I hugged you—I-I just wanted to, alright? I’m sorry.”

He’s... sorry.

Sorry for kissing you, sorry for acting as if your feelings had been reciprocated, sorry for breaking all the promises he made and pretending like he was going to patch things up again tonight. Speaking your mind and hearing his words are all that you need to finally understand what you need to do. Your heart drops but you hold your head high because your final verdict is the right thing to do. Maybe this time you’ll finally be able to cease these useless feelings. What's the point in pursuing a hopeless love?

The only one you would be hurting is yourself.

This epiphany, in itself, is enough to drape an ephemeral clarity over your frenzic self; and just like a bandaid over a scar, you’re able to function, if only just temporarily.

“Hey, Jin?” you call out softly to the boy kicking at nothing on the bare sidewalk. It’s hard not to melt under the delicate glance he throws over his shoulder. “I’m not… mad. Well, I kind of am. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m sorry for everything that I said about your upbringing. I know how close you are to your family. I’m sure you’ve been under a lot of pressure…”

“No, Y/N,” he shakes his head, turning his body to face you with a low hanging head, “it’s my fault. Even considering all that, I still shouldn’t have done that or any of this. I… I’m sorry for confusing you.”

Forcing a composed smile, you persevere, “do you have your fiance’s number?”

Head lifting with a frown, he answers, “yeah, what kind of a fiance would I be if I didn’t? Why though?”

“Right,” you say to yourself under your breath, hearing his ‘fiance’ echo relentlessly in your head. “I just need it, okay? To… to sort out everything...”

And just when you wonder how insensitive could this boy get...

“What?” he chuckles. “Are you going to fight for me?”

...it gets worse.

Rolling your eyes, you give him a hard, well-deserved slap against the chest before snickering at his loud wince and declaring your one last confession of the night.

“No, I could fight for us, but I won’t singlehandedly fight for you,” you then declare with a bitter smile, “I will, however, tell her how jealous I am.”

And that's your most irrefutable confession, one that has Jin stupefied for the future midnights to come.

❀ ❀ ❀

Morning arrives much sooner than you had anticipated. White puffs mark the air whilst you wrap yet another layer of scarf around your neck. It seems as though the breeze from a night ago had intentionally danced around town, lingering and spectating on the resolution of your five year long love conundrum. Ironically enough, the two of you reunite at the very spot where everything had first started… except this time, everything will finally end.

The pain he had marked in you inflicted by the words he could not bring himself to say still stains your every waking second.

“You have to do this. You can do this,” you incessantly chant to yourself, pacing back and forth beside the most prominent cherry blossom tree in town. “You have to do this. You can do this—”

“—Y/N, is that you?”

What you presume to be Youngji’s voice perks your ears. Looking up, you spot her holding a phone in her hands as she flickers between you and her screen. A quizzical quirk of the brow plasters across your face as you wave at her and she jogs over to you as quickly as she could in that pink, wool poncho and those tan, fluffy boots. “Hey, Youngji, right?”

“Yeah,” she says in between each pant of breath, “that’s me.”

Her hands immediately find refuge on her knees whilst she bends over to catch her breath. Typically, you’re the very self-aware type, but there isn’t anything you could do to stop yourself from staring. The girl strikes you as… flamboyant. With her dark red pigtails, bright smile, and dainty attire, she’s everything you’ve always imagined a female version of Jin would be like. It’s hard not to wonder… maybe an arranged marriage really can be a match made in heaven, but you force yourself out of that rabbit hole before having another breakdown in front of an innocent stranger.

The tang of jealousy, however, refuses to budge.

“Sorry, for,” she pants, holding her hand up to show you her phone screen, “calling out to you like that.”

“No, it’s fine,” you squint at the sight of the screen displaying a candid photo of you, taken on this very street on that very day, as you stuffed one of his breads in your mouth. Drawn on your face is a mustache and a unibrow. “Did Jin do—”

“—Jin gave me a terrible reference photo.”

Scoffing, you cross your arms, “damn it, Jin.”

Youngji crackles into a firework of uncontrollable laughter, rendering you stupefied. After a literal minute passes by, she finally manages to speak in between the bursts of giggles that follow, “you two—” giggle “—really are—” giggle “—close, huh?” And as a grand finale, she slaps her stomach with a loud sigh of relief that her laughs have come to an end. When she notices you staring at her bewilderedly, a light bulb flashes through her as she gasps and feigns a whimper, “o-oh! Ow! M-my baby!”

“You know you don’t have to pretend, right?” you can only let out a laugh of disbelief because you still can’t take in the mirror image your best friend. “Jin already told me about the fake pregnancy.”

“Oh, in that case,” she smiles widely before giving her stomach one more big, satisfying slap, “see, you guys really are so close!”

“I… I guess. I’m not sure if taking me out for one day after five years of radio silence really counts as close, though,” you then quickly add in with raised hands, “he only did so out of obligation, though! I swear it was nothing more!”

“Hmmm?” she hums, leaning in a curious ear with a cheshire-like smile. “Is it because of those promises he made?”

“...yeah, wait, he told you about those?”

Of course he did, idiot, they’re engaged.

“Well, something like that,” she shrugs, “so how much did he tell you?”

“About?”

“About the wedding, silly!”

“Uh, nothing much really. The pregnancy was a false rumor, the marriage was arranged by his father…”

“Father?” she inquires, watching you closely with those big, round eyeballs of hers.

“Yes?” you hesitantly nod. “Father?”

“Ah,” she nods, as if she finally catches drift of something, “I see.”

“Oh yeah,” you add, “I also found out it’s on my birthday.”

“What?!” her eyes grow wider, if they even possibly can. “Jin never told me that! What the heck, man? A wedding? On his best friend’s birthday?!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know right?” you nod passively before coming to an abrupt stop. “Wait, what? Why does it matter to you?”

“Of course it matters to me! You’re Jin’s best friend, aren’t you? You have no idea how much he talks about you back home. I know you so well that sometimes I feel like you might be my best friend,” she chimes before reaching out to cup your hands in hers. “Let’s celebrate properly with Jin after the wedding, okay?”

“Um, sure…”

But you don’t exactly plan on unnecessarily sticking around his life for any longer than the wedding… except, seeing how close she must be with Jin in addition to her loose-lip impression, you decide not to tell her that.

“So,” she drops her hands to the side, “what did you need to tell me?”

Why did you call her to meet you here again? After witnessing her flamboyant entrance, it’s hard for you to keep yourself from derailing.

“Oh, um,” you scratch the back of your head awkwardly, “I just wanted to meet my best friend’s fiance, that’s all.”

“Ahhh, I see.”

The woman pauses, nodding at you intently almost as if waiting for the real intentions to be revealed. Damn it, either you’re a literal open book or she reincarnated from the same soul as Jin’s.

“So…” you purse your lips. “Are you okay with it? The arranged marriage, I mean?”

“Well,” she shrugs, finally dropping the smile from her lips. “At first I hated the thought of it. I felt like I didn’t really have a choice, but… when I met Jin—” a smile is hinted in the corner of her lips and in the sparkle of her eyes “—I thought ‘I’m pretty lucky girl, aren’t I?’ I think the world must have finally taken pity on me.”

A soft, stifled laugh slips from you as your eyes fall to the ground and a bittersweet smile accompanies your lips, “yeah, you’re pretty lucky.”

“Don’t get me wrong though,” your eyes immediately shoot up to find her raising defensive hands, “it wasn’t some sort of a love at first sight. He’s handsome, sure, but—”

“—a marriage is a lifelong commitment—”

“—exactly,” she sighs, “I didn’t really know him, but when I was forced to spend time with him… I thought if I had to get married, then he would be the best option. He’s not a bad guy.”

“No,” you smile in your reverie, shaking your head, “he's not a bad guy at all; and when you really get to know him, his stupid dorky self, I think it’s impossible not to fall for him.”

“Yeah?”

“He’s mean when he jokes around but he’s actually very kind, he’s sensitive when you poke him where it hurts but he hides it deceptively well, he’ll apologize for being wrong when the both of you clearly know you’re in the wrong, he’ll cook and wear the hottest pink clothes he can find because ‘to hell with societal norms,’ he’ll tell you the dumbest dad jokes but I promise you’ll get used to them eventually, ” you let out a reminiscent laugh that comes out more like a sigh, “and, sometimes, very rarely, he’ll hurt you unintentionally, of course, but he’ll always go out of his way to make it up because that’s just… that’s Jin. That’s my best friend.”

A breeze passes by to perfectly mark the end of your cadence. Branches rustle above you and freshly budded cherry blossom petals flutter their way toward the grass underneath the two of you only to be risen once again by a following zephyr. Having been there throughout his and your lives, it’s almost as if the long-standing tree is agreeing to attest to your words.

“Wow,” Youngji finally says after witnessing your truthful albeit embarrassing spoken love letter, “I… I wouldn’t doubt any of it… but why are you telling me? Shouldn’t you be telling Jin?”

“I’m telling you, because,” you emphasize, “because I'm jealous of your position but I can't do anything about it so I want you to take good care of Jin. I just… I need to know he’ll be in good hands. I want him to be loved like the way that he loves. You’ll do that, won’t you?”

Youngji just nods. It’s the most somber response you’ve ever seen from her. Almost like the joining of hands in marriage has finally become reality.

“Do you…” you struggle to squeeze out of the knot in your throat, “do you love him…?”

“Y/N—” she begins but suddenly lets go of whatever she must have had planned “—yes, yes I do.”

“And… you’ll take care of him?”

Youngji bobs her head lightly, “yes, I will.”

“Promise?”

“...promise.”

“Okay, then I’m entrusting him to you, and,” you smile, leaning forward to shake her hands before heaving one last sigh, “and this time, please keep the promise.”

❀ ❀ ❀

A curse sinks into the thickness of the sapphire dusk that quickly descends upon the hushed city. Keys tinkle to decorate the silence of tonight’s resting wind, a silence that would have been accompanied by an equally passive woman and an oblivious man whose hands persist to fumble to his guest’s dismay.

Standing before a small willow, vintage-looking store tucked away in the corner of downtown, an inaudible breath ascends a cloud of white that momentarily shrouds the grand interior peeking from spotless windows that line the exterior. Golden warm studio lights illuminate the gorgeously exquisite ivory gowns from the trailing trains up to its waterfalls of dainty veils. Velvet suits and satin neckties accompany each headless mannequin, welcoming each passerby to imagine themselves in their wildest fairytales… your hand in his and his in yours as a fleeting moment becomes a sealed promise of a lifelong loyalty.

Breath completely taken away, you, yourself, almost fall prey to your own far-fetched dreams.

“I thought I said we shouldn’t meet up anymore,” your forced mutters drag you from your short-lived reveries, “why did you bring me here?”

“You said we shouldn’t meet up anymore, yet here you are,” Jin chirps before cheering to himself under his breath once the key finally clicks into place, “yes! Old man must have purposely given me these rusty old keys.”

Crossing your arms, you retort, “I came because you said your close friend from home would be here, too.”

Turning around to face you with his back to the door and a hand on the golden knob, he raises a quizzical brow, “and… are you not my close friend from home?”

“I thought you meant the other—”

“—this is my home, Y/N,” he says firmly, looking straight at you, “and I want my best friend to see me in my wedding suit before anyone else.”

“But why me…?”

“Because I only care about your opinion.”

He answered without hesitation, but in your head you figure he must have forgotten about Youngji, the true spotlight of the show.

Gritting your teeth, a staredown begins between the two of you; but the longer you face those unequivocal looks of determination in his eyes, the hotter your cheeks become in the middle of a contrastingly chilly night.

“Alright, fine.”

“Thanks,” he gives you a small, lopsided smile before pushing the door open with his back and ushering you in with a slight bow, “ladies first.”

Your eyes roll but not for very long when you step foot into the store and your mouth falls agape. The ceiling is much higher than you had perceived from outside, the sides are lined with grand, wooden staircases that lead to a second floor where hundreds upon hundreds of white dresses and black suits find purchase along the hangers, and the click of your heels against the marble tiles of the entrance floor echo into the extravagant expanse.

The wooden insulation of the store proves infallible when the door closes behind Jin and the shrewd air leaves you to a much more bearable surrounding. Standing affixed to the entrance, you watch as Jin strides toward the carpeted floor where a taupe curtain hanging from the ceiling drapes over a raised platform sits across its partner platform in the opposite of the room.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so enraptured by something aside from me,” Jin chuckles as he begins stripping the suit off of a black, velvety mannequin before pointing at the mannequin standing beside the opposite platform, “oh, why don’t you try on some dresses while I’m at it?”

“What?” you scoff, finally taking a step onto the carpet. “First off, I never stared at you like that before. Second, why the hell would I do that? It’s your wedding, not mine.”

“I asked the store owner for permission and picked a dress for you to try on,” he continues, finally stopping in the midst of unbuttoning his white, collared shirt when he looks up to find the fear in your eyes. “Hey, haven’t you always wanted to try one of these?”

“Yeah,” you laugh in disbelief because he actually listened to your past rambles, “but never under these circumstances.”

“C’mon, you never know if you’ll ever have a chance like this again,” he gestures once more when he notices the start of your contemplation, “c’mon, go on!”

You really don’t want to. It’s that nagging feeling of something going completely wrong tonight if you were to succumb and let yourself go. After all, your worst fear is yourself. It doesn’t feel right and you begin to wonder if it’s alright for you to hold onto this moment you’ve always dreamed about: dolling up and swearing your vows side by side with Jin.

If you were to live out your fairytale, just for tonight, would you finally be able to sleep dreamlessly at night?

“...fine,” you groan and storm across the room, tossing your purse into the ruby sofas and stepping onto the platform. Turning around to face a gleeful Jin, you’re about to scowl at him until your eyes flicker between the cheeky grin on that youthful face and those sculpted abdomen of his elevated by the lighting above. Cheeks flushing red, you gulp at the unseen sight before clutching the curtain in your hands and swinging it closed with a mumble, “and at least have some decency and use the curtains, God damn it…”

The freezing touch of your hands doesn't hold a candle to the heat of your face. Trying to calm your racing heart, you curse to yourself at the way he merely cackles at you and, even worse, the way your heart intensifies in response.

“Yes, ma’am!”

“...shut up,” you say more to yourself and your deafening heart.

The gown standing before you, however, is no help to your case either, for when you glance over the dress, the long train that could awe an entire room, the complimenting silhouette that doesn’t scream too over-the-top but enough to fulfill the little girl within you, and the classic lace sleeves that you’ve gushed over whilst skimming through magazines, you realize Jin had always been attentive even when he was stuffing his face with bread or even when he was being petty over an argument and you tried to rectify with incessant small talk.

It’s at this moment that you acknowledge the rabbit hole you had just willingly fallen into and the impossibility of its towering escape.

“So,” Jin calls out to you as the sound of rustling clothes fill the silent air, “what do you want for your birthday tomorrow?”

“My birthday? Oh, right,” you slam palm to your forehead, having dwelled over the marriage and consequently forgetting your own birthday. “Uh, nothing really. I haven’t really thought about it this year.”

“Really? You? Y/N? Not planning her own birthday?” he gasps. “Who are you and what did you do to Y/N?”

“Oh, shut up. With age comes other problems to deal with...”

...problems like you.

“C’mon,” he chuckles. “You have to have something. You can’t tell me you’ve gotten every single thing checked off of that old ‘birthday gift ideas’ list you gave me.”

“I mean… I wouldn’t say I’m very far from it and it’s not like you were actually going to give me everything I asked for. Say, what did I even have on that list?” your eyes wander to the towering curtains that envelop you as your hands reach behind to the buttons on your back. “A bowl of your tofu soup, some pocket money, a matching sweater, a pair of earrings, a necklace, and a… ring.” The word slips from your lips and it floats in the stagnant air before you can even do anything about it. His silence rings in your ears, so you quickly add in, “but I don’t want materialistic stuff like that anymore.”

“...oh, really?”

“Nope,” you heave a heavy sigh and pat the poofy material of the skirt down, “I think I’ve come to realize that… I just want to be loved. I don’t need a dress or a necklace or a ring… you wouldn’t understand, but I don’t just want to hear those words. I want to feel them. I want to be loved.”

But only by him.

A lingering silence drifts long enough for you to start panicking until, finally, he answers, “no, I understand.”

“...well,” you quickly chirp as you fumble with the lacey material of your dress, “enough about me, what do you want for your big day, hm?”

“Why would I need a present from you?” he remarks. You can hear him finishing his final touches and you can barely stop your heart from leaping out of your chest. “You’ve given me enough already.”

“You mean I’ve given you enough earfuls and tears,” you retort, clutching onto the curtains as you shut your eyes to muster every courage within you. “Isn’t there anything I can give you? Anything you want?”

Counting down to yourself, the curtains and drawn open in one, swift swing; and when your eyelids flutter open, you find him standing on the platform across from you, dressed in a classic black and white suit with the curtains clutched in his hands like a mirror image of you. He glances over you from head to toe, as you do to him, until the both of you settle in each other’s gazes for what seems like an eternity, willingly lost and ever-so-enraptured.

You almost forget this isn’t actually your wedding.

“This,” he answers with a soft smile, “this is enough.”

“...stop it.”

JIn frowns, “stop what?”

“Stop… looking at me like that,” you articulate, hands covering your bashful grin. “It’s making me feel self-conscious.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault I have such a good eye at picking clothes for you!” he says whilst pointing an accusatory finger. “I guess 22 year old Jin had a pretty good sense of fashion after all.”

“You picked this five years ago…?”

The man shrugs but his high chin says otherwise regarding his humility, “I told you Kim Seokjin is a prepared man of his word.” Eyes peering across to wink at you, he continues a bit more seriously, “I might not be able to fulfill all of our promises, but this is the closest I can to it.”

“Jin… you’re…” you laugh in disbelief, bashfully avoiding his intent gaze, “...you’re so incredibly stupid that I can feel it from all the way here.”

“Oh, yeah?” he grins mischievously and takes a step toward you and off the platform. “How about now?”

“Stop it, don’t spread your stupidity to me.”

He spreads his arms out wide whilst taking another few steps forward, “why not? Aren’t we supposed to be together through thick and thin?”

“No, not really,” you adamantly shake your head amidst a hysterical fit of giggles, “don’t come any closer.”

“Oh, no,” he feigns worry. Another footstep. “I can’t stop myself.” He approaches even closer. “The stupidity is spreading!”

With him just a footstep away, you cower behind the shield of your hands, “stop it, stop looking at me like that—”

—and just as you squeal, his arms wrap around you to pull you into a tight embrace.

Like two lost puzzle pieces, his hands fit perfectly in the small of your back and his chin rests comfortably in the crook of your neck. His hair grazes against your burning cheeks. His scent envelops you into a rosy haze. He could probably feel the beat of your chest against his, but you wouldn’t know when you’re preoccupied by the thuds of his own. You had never been aware of the lonesome emptiness you’ve felt all these years until now, under the warmth of his touch that completes your other half.

You almost forget to breathe until he takes a deep breath and lets out a slow, dreary sigh.

“You are so beautiful.”

Under any other circumstances, you would have smacked him for lying. Perhaps it’s the stir of the starry skies or the impending occasion or even the look he made on his way to you with a gaze that oozed with absolute adoration, but something tells you he’s being his genuine self tonight… and that’s what you fear the most.

“You shouldn’t be saying that, Jin,” you say, stroking his head buried in your shoulder, “and you shouldn’t be looking at any women but Youngji with those eyes.”

Whether he’s quietly reflecting or stubbornly disagreeing, Jin remains silent. His breath entangles with yours, syncing with the wavelengths that you two have been running for an ongoing seven years and, perhaps, beyond.

He frustrates you to your wits’ end. There’s nothing he hasn’t made you question. At times, when you’re tossing and turning in bed and hoping for a way out of that cavern of a mind, you wish time could skip to a year in which the voices no longer haunt you at night; and yet, when you’re here buried in his arms, you would do anything to freeze and relish this fragment in time.

It isn’t right. You two aren’t right and you know it isn’t right… but how do you deny yourself of the cure to those deep scars when he, himself, wishes to be downed?

It takes everything in you to finally drop your hands from his locks to his shoulder. Just as you’re about to deny the tempting elixir, Jin lifts his head along with his gaze that now meets yours, “Y/N, I have something I need to tell you.”

“...y-yeah?”

The windows to his soul twinkle underneath the dim chandeliers above. Those starry dark brown eyes simply take your breath away.

“My dad,” his voice quivers like the water that wells in his eyes; and when you know he’s about to bawl, you pat his head ever-so-endearingly. Gulping, he finds the courage to continue, “he’s sick.”

“Oh... oh, Jin,” you murmur, quickly wiping the few tears that drop onto his flush cheeks before bringing him into another tight embrace. “I’m sorry.”

“I only moved—” and that’s what cracks his buoyant front into a full on bawl “—I only moved to take care of him!”

“I understand.”

He shakes his head, “I didn’t want to abandon you!”

“No, Jin, I know,” your voice is buried underneath his whimpers, “I’m sorry for saying that. I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t know things would turn out like this!” he cries, holding you even closer. “I didn’t know!”

“It’s okay, Jin. Really, it’s okay. It’ll be okay.”

“No, it won’t be okay,” his voice hitches in the midst of his hiccups, “my father is dying and now I’m walking down the aisle with a woman I don’t even love!”

Your strokes come to a temporary stop because how could fate be so twisted? Who is it to decide whose time shall begin and whose time is up? You have to hold your breath along with the waterworks that sour your eyes. You can’t cry now. He needs your stability.

He needs you.

“Did you…” you take a shaky breath, leaning back to watch him cover the messy state of his face, “did you tell your dad?”

“I-I couldn’t,” he stutters, voice muffled by his voice, “you know how long he’s been waiting for this.”

I know,” you ponder for a second before hesitating to continue, “...why didn’t you consider me?”

“I—” his hiccup interrupts him as he roughly smears his tear-stained cheeks with his palms “—I thought you hated me. I didn’t think you would agree. I thought our promises were just a joke. But when you confessed that night, when you said you would fight for us—” his voice cracks again as he laughs at himself, eyes to the ground “—I thought damn, fuck, how did I mess up so hard? I should have fought for us. I’m so stupid—”

“—no you’re not—”

“—so fucking stupid!”

His self-reprimanding curse echoes in the room. Each of his demeaning scorns inciting a fiery justice in you.

“No,” you state, “you’re not stupid.”

Without the dignity to face you, his hands clenched into fist and he continues with bangs shrouding his sorrowful eyes, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I hurt you—”

“—no, Jin, you did not—”

“—I messed us up—”

“—no, Jin, look at me, hey, look at me,” you place a finger under his chin to lift his spirits until those bloodshot eyes of his find refuge in yours. Smiling, you speak, “see? I’m okay. So what are you apologizing for?”

“Aren’t you… mad?”

“Mad? No, silly,” you laugh, wiping another tear. “Sad? Maybe.”

“See—”

“—sad because I wasn’t there by your side when you needed me… and maybe a bit sad that I won’t be the one holding you like this tomorrow,” you apologize with a soft smile over the latter jab that incites a wince from the boy. “Why didn’t you tell me about your father?”

“I didn’t think it was that serious,” he hiccups, “and when I found out, I tried to call you but it didn’t go through.”

“Shit,” you curse under your breath, “I’m sorry.”

“No,” he takes a deep breath to calm his high, “it’s not your fault.”

“And it’s not yours either,” you affirm, breaking out into a laugh when you take another look at his reddened eyes and dampened cheeks. “Look at you! Why are you looking like a mess on our wedding day, huh?! At least let us be ignorantly happy for one day!”

“What…?” he frowns whilst hastily smearing every last evidence of his breakdown on his face. The result is an equally red, irritated skin across his cheeks. “What’re you talking about? Kim Seokjin never looks like a mess… hey, what’re you laughing at?!”

“Look at your tie, idiot! What kind of a rich son are you if you can’t even tie it correctly? Come over here,” you say just as you grab the end of his necktie to pull him up onto the platform. With his necktie now at your eye-level, you begin to unravel whatever knot he had attempted. All the while, you can feel his gaze as he watches you do your thing, completely enamored. This time, it’s your turn to turn red. To distract yourself from the rising self-consciousness, you clear your throat, “call me whenever you’re going through a hard time, okay? I’ll give you my new number…”

The piece of fabric flails around into equally atrocious knots that Jin had previously created until you groan in frustration and disassemble everything. You had practiced this so many times while he was gone, foolishly believing it would come in handy the day he returned, but why does nothing ever work out the way you want it to?

“I swear it worked last time I tried…”

Your best friend just watches silently, chuckling as you wrap the fabric around your own neck this time; and when he speaks, much steadier like the Jin you have always known, he looks you directly in the eye. “Youngji told me about your guys’ conversation.”

“Huh?” you pause as soon as your embarrassing declaration of love begins reciting itself in your head, but not even the resumed work of your hands could distract you from the ever-growing shade of red. “O-oh, that… what about it?”

“I heard what you said about me.”

“Yeah?” you hum nonchalantly, even though the trembling of your hands and the avoidance of your eyes from his give you away. “Well, did she tell you about all the complaints I made, too? About you being a stupid dork?”

“She did,” he utters before placing a finger below your chin to avert your attention to those dazzling works you desperately avoided, “but would you still be willing to marry this stupid dork?”

“This isn’t even a real wedding,” you feign a frown under the spotlight of his intent gaze, “why are you asking me a question like that?”

“Sorry, I didn’t have the funds to hire a real priest.”

“You don’t need to for a fake wedding.”

“I thought you said we should be ‘ignorantly happy for one day?’”

The bantering just never stops, does it?

“Okay, well… to answer your question,” you mutter, eyes averting to the side, “under normal circumstances…”

“Under normal circumstances…” he repeats.

“Where you aren’t engaged…”

“Where I’m not engaged…”

“And your father approved of me…”

“And my father approved of you…”

“Then yes,” you say without hesitation, eyes returning to find a newfound comfort in his relieved gaze, “yes, I would marry you.”

“And that’s why I love you,” Jin smiles, chuckling softly. “I’ll always want to marry you.”

And just as a nearby clock tower strikes its church bells to signal the stroke of midnight, Jin grabs the end of your necktie and pulls you in to press his lips onto yours. The body of his warmth and the acceptance of an inevitable end to your paths serve as the last page of a book never to be read again; and yet, he holds himself close, refusing to let you go.

But when the end nears and the magic of the bells resume time once again, the two of you pull away to catch your breaths. Forehead against yours, Jin gives you one last, fleeting kiss.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.”

❀ ❀ ❀

Deja vu would be the perfect term to describe this feeling. You can almost see yourself in the room of hundreds, stealing glances at the man from afar. It only takes one blink for you to relive the rollercoaster of jubilance and confessions and tears. In the split second of darkness, the past week flickers before you like a film reel: breaking down in the middle of the hallway right in front of Jin, staring bewilderedly at the large bouquet in the hand of a man at the office, confessing with tears that stain your face and sobs that conquer your voice, meeting the woman who had stolen your spot beside Jin, and holding him in your arms as he cries his heart out at the stroke of midnight.

And just as quickly as the whirlwind of memories had taken you on a trek of time, your eyes flutter open to find yourself in another suffocating room of hundreds once again.

Youngji [8:39 P.M.] Hey Y/N do you think you can visit me real quick?

The glaring text on your phone screen glows in an otherwise dimly lit reception room. Thumb hovering over the screen, your mind goes blank. People pass by you, commotions and laughter fill every corner of the room, and you stand there frozen and affixed to the floor beside the table of food with a glass of red wine in your hands.

“Hey, Y/N,” someone whispers into your ear and you immediately turn your phone off only to find Alex on her tiptoes, “what’s the matter?”

“Oh, um, nothing,” you respond under your breath, “it’s just that someone wants to talk to me.”

“Well, you better hurry then,” she ushers you with a gripping hand on your left arm, “the ceremony is about to start anytime now.”

“O-oh, okay,” you nod, allowing your footsteps to follow the momentum of her push.

This isn’t exactly what you had planned, for the original plan involved your complete avoidance of the groom and bride, but it’s unsurprising that things never quite go your way. Nothing could quite topple you like last night’s revelation anyways. Taking a deep breath, you weave through the audience, wandering about the venue until you finally find yourself in front of a door with a “BRIDE WAITING ROOM” printed in gigantic black letters taped to it.

Hesitantly, you knock, “hello? This is Y/N…? Youngji called for me—”

“—Y/N!” The wooden door swings wide open with a highly distressed Youngji hiding behind it. Before you can reply or even confirm the identity of the woman, her hands clutch yours and pull you into the room with a force unimaginable for a human of her size. Practically lurching forward, a heap of air is knocked from your lungs just as the door slams closed. Coughs force their way through your throat, but Youngji wastes no time to rush to your side. “Y/N, this is an emergency! I need help!”

“W—” you wheeze, peering up at her as you’re doubled over “—what in the world are you talking about?”

“I don’t know,” her hands jitter as she paces back and forth, “I don’t know why I feel so… so nervous!”

“Hold on,” you frown, finally straightening your back, “that’s perfectly normal. It’s your wedding—”

“—please don’t say that word again,” she begins biting her freshly white-coated nails.

“What word? Normal? Wedding? Your—”

“—I can’t believe it’s my wedding…” she says repeatedly, hands flying to her head and disheveling her previously perfectly conditioned curls. She suddenly turns to face you, eyes wider than ever with a look that screams of an epiphany. “I-I don’t think I can go there. Y/N, I don’t think I can go out there!”

“What?!” you almost yell, flabbergasted. Recoiling from your outburst, you start much more softly this time. “Are you sure? I’m sure it’s just your nerves getting to you. You’ve been okay with it for at least a year, right?”

“Why?” her eyes widen to unprecedented diameters as she grabs your arm for support. “Is it because it’s too late? Do you think I should back out, Y/N?”

“What? No, no, no, calm down, follow me,” you shake your head, grasping her hand and guiding her to the chair in the center of the room where an entire photo shoot has been set up. Lowering yourself to a squat, you give her a squeeze as firm as the smile on your lips. “Hey, you’ll be okay. It’s just the jitters. Everyone gets them. I’m sure Jin is freaking out in his room, too.”

“...okay,” she nods, pouting as her eyes lower to your hands that hold hers. Peering up at her from below, you can’t help but notice how beautiful she looks dolled up on this special occasion. From the extravagant poof of her princess gown to the gorgeous glow of the bride herself, you find yourself lost in a trance that burns with heart-panging jealousy. You almost miss her when she murmurs, “how are you so calm, Y/N?”

“Huh?” you raise a brow and laugh. “Why would I be nervous? I’m not the one getting married here.”

“But… your best friend is getting married,” she shifts to get a clearer look of you but finds you with your eyes to the floor, “are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“Of… of course. I’m happy for him,” you say through barely parted lips and stand to your feet before making your way to the door. “It’s not exactly traditional, but do you want me to get Jin? Maybe he can calm you down—”

“—do you know why Jin agreed to this arrangement?”

Freezing in your tracks, you throw a glance over your shoulder to meet her distraught gaze.

“Why are you asking me that now?”

“Because,” she blurts, clearly without thinking as words fail to follow through, “because I want your blessing! I want you to be okay with it!”

“Blessing...?”

“Yes,” she nods. “I can live with marrying a man I don’t love because I know I’ll come around, but I don’t think I can live knowing I’ve broken your relationship with Jin.”

Your weight shifts from your left to your right but the force of burden weighs immeasurably heavier on your very being. There’s nothing that would have prepared you for her request. Preparation, however, proves unnecessary, for your mind runs on its own and the words come to you as if rehearsal is all it's ever done.

“I don’t think I’m in the position to grant you permission. That’s your decision and Jin’s,” you say, “and if my blessing is what you’re asking for, then I can give you it as many times as it takes to convince you. But if you’re asking for me to be okay with it, then I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to give you that.”

Those are your last parting words as you slump on the wall behind you and a heavy sigh is shared between the two women on opposite sides of the door. Head low like a woman unjustly ashamed for speaking her truth, you take a deep breath with those heavy shoulders that carry the weight of a woman who had essentially cursed the joining of two hands. Nevertheless, somehow, you persist to make your way through the halls just as the ceremony begins; but as the audience settles and the light dims, something tells you the guilt that intoxicates your blood would have a longer-lasting aftermath than you had first expected.

“Hey,” Alex leans into you, whispering, “is it just me or does Jin seem really jittery?”

“...no,” you answer, making sure to keep yourself hushed amidst a room of seated spectators. From the second bench to the front, fortunately on the opposite side of where Jin’s parents sit in the front row, you get a clear view of Jin and Youngji in between the black silhouettes of a couple heads; but anyone in the room can tell the bright studio lights and elevated platform don’t help his constantly shuffling case. “I don’t think it’s just you.”

“I see… so both the groom and bride are getting cold feet, huh?”

“Well,” you utter, quipping, “in Jin’s case, he’d probably just say he forgot to sleep with socks on.”

Alex turns to you with sheer confusion across her furrowed brows, “huh?”

But before Alex could inquire further, the priest clears his throat and begins the opening ceremony. The officiality of it all, a long-dreaded image of Jin standing by another woman’s side manifesting into reality, has you subconsciously sent into a frenzy.

“Dear Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Kim Seokjin and Heo Youngji in matrimony commended to be honorable among all…”

The clearing of his throat strikes once and hard against your chest. Each word that reverberates in the room echoes the vibrating pain in the blood pumped from a gaping wound. Your chest heaves and heaves and your lungs struggle to maintain composure, and while your breakdown may have gone unseen by the rest of the universe, you know for sure only two would catch sight of your state.

You and him.

“...if there is any person who can show cause why they should not be joined together…”

The priest continues and the tension in the audience rises by the second of a stress-inducing prompt, but the moment Jin catches your eyes and the panic painted across it, his every attention remains on you. Guilt should’ve painted your expression now, having stolen the groom’s admiration from the rightful bride by his side, but all you can do is relish in a fleeting moment you deem the least this cruel world owed you.

Maybe he feels the same way, because something catches in your throat like the hunch that has chills running down the nape of your neck. You don’t dare move an inch. You fear any movement would give you away, though you’re sure he already knew the second he met you halfway.

His eyes, those dazzling eyes that could single-handedly freeze any moment in time, they ask you for a permission only he could grant.

“...let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

No one speaks but the thick air that engulfs every witness in the room is telling enough. Holding a shared, bated breath, everyone awaits and prays for the quick passing of this deafening silence. Your heart is pounding so hard you worry your passing out would be the one interruption to the ceremony, if not anything else. It takes everything in you to remain hidden, glued to the chair. You can hear every single movement in this room, the squeaking of a nearly retired bench, the rustling of clothes amidst a fidgeting audience, the anxious tapping of someone’s heels against the wooden floor, yet no one dares to speak now.

The priest sighs a soft breath of relief.

Everyone but you follows along.

The priest clears his throat and pro—

“—I would like to speak.”

A loud gasp travels across the room. Every witness, including the priest himself, stares at the young man, wide-eyed. The knot in your throat inhibits you from following suit, but the hammer against your chest works harder than ever; because there he is, your best friend, standing boldly before the audience with a puffed chest and a tightened fist that brace for the repercussions.

It all happens so suddenly, so swiftly. The strings that were left raveled now unraveled, the paths that were abandoned now explored, and the love of a lifetime whomst once bid you farewell now holds on with a determination that tells you they aren’t quite ready to let go, by happenstance or by conviction, everything falls into place.

You had reprimanded yourself relentlessly for envisioning a moment like this and you truly believed this would be the worst case scenario, so why is it that only now, as your peering eyes are enamored by the sparkles in his, you find yourself smiling proudly and thinking to yourself… that’s your man.

“Father, mother,” Jin turns to face his parents in the front row, declaring loudly and firmly, “I don’t want to marry someone I don’t love.”

“What,” Alex shrills under her breath as she clutches your hands, “what is going on, Y/N?!”

Her voice doesn’t reach you and neither do her cold, nudging hands. The ongoing commotion around the room are like white noise in your background. You can’t even spare a second of your attention to the picturesque vision before you, the man who fights not for you but for the two of you.

Jin bows, head hanging low to his parents and the audience, “I’m sorry for saying this too late.”

Everybody watches as his mother attempts to hold her husband in place. All is in vein, however, when one look of the baffled expression on her husband’s face conveys enough to everyone of the mayhem that is soon to ensue. He rips her grip apart from his arm and storms to his feet, pointing a finger at his apologetic son.

“W—” he struggles to find his breath “—what are you saying? You said you were okay with this just last week!”

“I did,” Jin affirms with his head still hanging low, “I thought I was okay with it until this week.”

“How—”

“—honey…” the mother murmurs.

“No, changing your mind is one thing, but changing it at the very last second is another,” his father shakes his head, yanking his hand and stumbling on his feet before his distraught son could lend a helping hand. “Did I teach you to inconvenience others like this? Do you know how much trouble you’re causing Youngji and her family?”

“I do,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

His father grunts, “don’t you see, Seokjin? ‘Sorry’ can’t fix everything—”

“—actually, Mr. Kim, it’s not just Jin,” Youngji bounces to Jin’s side then pivots to bow to her parents who sit in the row before you, “I, too, don’t want to marry anyone until I really know them.”

Physically, the spotlight remains affixed to the stage. Mentally, it feels as though everyone’s attention is gradually creeping its way toward you. It takes everything in you and the grip of Alex’s hands not to run from the prying eyes.

“What?” their parents gasp. “Didn’t you say you were okay with it if it were Jin?”

“I did!” she insists, suddenly retracting. “I did, until…”

“I’m sorry,” Jin lifts his head to turn to Youngji’s parents before bowing once again, “this is all my fault.”

“No, no, you wouldn’t do this... tell me, son,” his father takes a step toward the stage, beckoning for an explanation, “tell me who did this to you?”

Jin lifts his head, brow furrowing and lips thinning as he chooses to remain silent to his father’s question. Suddenly, it’s everyone’s duty to catch the perpetrator. The audience begins craning their neck every which way to skim over the possible candidates. Your heart sends threatening waves of pain that foreshadow the inevitable chaos you’re about to be dragged into.

You can barely move from staring at the floor in between the groom and bride but you can spot the gradual direction of his mother’s eyes making its way toward you… and when they finally spot you, a lightbulb flashing across her eyes the second you make the lethal mistake of meeting her gaze for the first time in many years, it’s as though her son’s rebellion is the only thing that makes sense in this universe.

Only naturally, his father catches onto his partner’s maternal instincts along with the rest of the crowd as their diverged attention converges, one head turning after another, to stare you down—some with awe plastered across their jealous front, some with ghastly colors than drain their face of blood.

“Is that… you, Y/N?” his father’s voice echoes in the room. “Seokjin, don’t tell me…”

“No, father!” Jin jumps in, holding up a defensive pair of hands as he attempts to quell the fiery in his father’s temper. Wide-eyed and panicked, he glances between you and his father. “It isn’t her fault. I swear. I”ll explain—”

“—don’t tell me you’re going through all this trouble for a childish crush from five years ago?”

A loud shriek began the chaos the second Jin’s father exploded, lurching forward with a vexing fist. Everyone in the front rows jump to their feet to hold him back, whereas people in the back rows stand to their tiptoes to get a better view of the climactic show, which includes a once-to-be-groom insisting his father punishes him and a once-to-be-bride slapping her ex-partner in the head for his submission.

People are hysterically laughing, crying, screaming, yelling, fighting, but you sit there, frozen and petrified, until a hand shakes your entire being to your feet.

“Y/N, Y/N, God damn it Y/N, earth to Y/N!” Alex raises her hand, just about to give you one hard slap to the cheek when you suddenly flinch awake. She then hastily pushes you toward the door in the corner of the room whilst everyone is too distracted to notice your discreet escape. She looks you directly in the eye, “you need to run before things get too crazy. I’ll handle things here for now.”

“But Alex, I’m at fault here—”

“—yes, I mean, maybe,” she corrects herself with the shake of her head, “but you being here doesn’t help matters. I’ll help Jin and Youngji.”

“But—”

“—now go,” she starts your momentum with an encouraging push, “go!”

Nodding, you begin your long trek of the night. You run and you run and you run. Your mind runs blank but your feet run a mind of its own. You sprint down the dimly lit streets, you pay no mind to the traffic lights of endlessly empty streets, and your hair twirls in the wind that impedes your speed down the hills. Your surroundings become a blur as your arms swing desperately, your chest heaves incessantly, your eyes sting with tears, and your lips spill anguished sounds of incoherency until somehow, under the sway of the town’s cold spring air and your flux of emotions, you find yourself in a familiar street of your greatest dreams.

Depleted of gas, your feet stumble into a trot that has your knee nearly buckling, which then turns into a jog that then drifts into an untroubled walk in which your lungs try to catch up and your mind is scrambling at a hundred miles per hour but you, yourself, have gone elsewhere.

The luminescence of the full moon is blinding but all the more soothing as you navigate your way through this street you’ve walked one too many times before. For some reason, perhaps out of habit or a hope for something waiting at the end of the tunnel, you begin to count each passing light post. Seven fluorescent lights, you count, seven lights resembling the rays of moonlight until you finally reach your old acquaintance of many years at the corner of the street.

Leaning your head back to stare at the familiar white text on a green sign post, you smile at the homely sight.

CHERRY BLOSSOM AVE

A comforting breeze blows by you, the branches above you rustle in the wind, and the cherry petals from your old pal flutter into the air to envelop you in a solace you had long sought but failed to obtain. It’s like the calm after a storm. Not quite disconnected from the string that loops around your fourth finger to those of another man’s—no, you couldn’t unravel it after all this heartache—but at least away from the prying eyes that could tear you apart and away from the people who whispered gossip of matters they had none in.

Hours seem to pass in the clouds that retire to reveal patches of new twinkling ornaments. You would have believed it if someone were to tell you all control of time lies within the blink of your eyes. The silence was calming initially; but the longer you stand here and the more the numbness begins to fade, the more you become aware of your lonesome circumstances.

The silence is deafening. It knows your greatest fears and your innermost thoughts. You can’t handle it. You can’t bear the thought of being left alone to that voice in your head.

You have to go.

Where?

You don’t know. You just know you have to go somewhere. You can envision all the places you can run to but all the roads lead you to one destination. Yes, anywhere would be fine, anywhere that leads you to him.

“This marks the second time you’ve ever been so enraptured by something other than me.”

Whirling around, seconds seem to become milliseconds and gravity becomes a law unbeknownst to earth, for you can’t believe the sight your eyes lay upon. There he is, standing by the tree just a few meters away with a loosened necktie and disheveled hair, almost as if a pitiful albeit wondrous mirage crafted by your shoddy prayers to the moon above.

“Hey dummy,” he simply utters, taking a step or two toward you before poking your forehead, “what? Why’re you staring at me like I’m a ghost?”

“What?” you manage to say under your breath. “I’m not staring…”

“I was just joking, you know?” he chuckles. “I wouldn’t be jealous over a street post. Psh, I’m not that dumb—”

“—why…” you frown when he quirks a brow, “why are you here? How are you here?”

“Oh no, she’s gone crazy,” Jin laughs at the stupefied look you give him. “At least an hour or two has passed since you left. Somehow, I managed to sit my father down and explain myself.”

“And… what did he say?” your hands begin fidgeting. “He must hate me, doesn’t he…”

“I wouldn’t say ‘hate,’ per se… he’s perfectly okay with you. In fact, he likes you, really. He’s just mad at how things happened. After he calmed down, though, he understood where I was coming from.”

Cautiously, you peek at those eyes that peer down at yours, “and your mother…?”

“She said she saw it coming from a mile away. Apparently she saw us arguing at the engagement party and knew right away,” Jin purses his lips. “Psh, yeah, as if I’m that easy to read.”

Allowing yourself the smallest of laughs, you still can’t seem to rid yourself of that panging guilt. “And… what about Youngji?”

Jin stares intently at your expression before cracking a smile and chuckling, ruffling your hair, “don’t go crying on me now, Y/N. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of everything.”

“But I just,” your voice cracks, “I just hate myself for ruining everything for everyone—”

“—hey,” he cups his fingers underneath your chin to lift your gaze to his, “you did not ruin anything for anyone. I did this. I chose to fight for us.”

Hesitantly, you nod and he smiles in response.

“Youngji’s still explaining to her family right now. She told me to find you and Alex told me you would probably here.”

Frowning, you mutter to yourself, “how did she know…?”

“Well,” Jin drops his hand from your chin to raise them in the air, “we did promise to swear our wedding vows here, didn’t we?”

“So what?” you deadpan. “You’re gonna marry me now after all this mess?”

“I know you really want to marry me as soon as possible, but I think I’m gonna have to take a break from weddings for now.”

Rolling your eyes, you mumble, “ditto.”

“But hey, I may have already broken the third promise,” one corner of his lips curve into an apologetic smile before he shrugs, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t marry you in the future! Plus, I may or may not have promised my father I would marry you in the near future to make up for it, so...”

Scoffing, you gawk, “and who said I would marry you?”

“Who wouldn’t marry me?!”

The two of you stare at each other in silence, but the mirrored grin that stretches across your lips are undeniable. Soon enough, a loud fit of giggles and cackles fill the air. It happens all too quickly. The banters come to you like second nature, the conversation flows like a river through time, and somehow you find yourself lying beside him on the blazer he had laid out on the grassy hill and star-gazing for hours on end.

It’s almost like you’ve seen this all before, just five years aged.

“So,” Jin speaks, “how’s your birthday been?”

“Oh, shut the hell up.”

“What?” he cackles, getting up to lean on his arm whilst hovering you. “You know it’s not too late to tell me what you want for your birthday!”

“I already told you,” you narrow your eyes at him, “I wasn’t joking when I said what I said.”

Jin smiles, “in that case…”

He leans in to diminish the distance between his lips and yours. A lulling zephyr blows gently on the cherry petals as you close your eyes and you can picture the way they gracefully descend upon the two lovers below. Having witnessed the unforeseeable promises from start to finish, it’s almost as though an old accomplice was applauding a long-awaited finale.

And when he finally pulls away, eyelids fluttering open just as yours do, he speaks, “happy birthday.”

“What was that for?” you giggle.

Jin’s mouth falls agape, “I’m giving you what you wanted for your birthday!”

“Well,” you purse your lips, “where’s my ring to confirm it then?”

“After all this time, do you really need a ring at this point to confirm my love for you?” Jin rolls his eyes. “You know I’ll always want to be by your side, married or not.”

A fit of laughs escape you as your hand reaches up to squeeze his cheeks, “I know, I know. I’m just joking.”

“Well, good, cause I’m bankrupt at the moment,” Jin sighs, plopping back onto the grass beside you. A momentary silence passes before he turns his head to look at you, “just to make sure, you said you wanted love, right?”

Turning to meet those sparkles in his gaze, you answer, “yeah?”

“You said you wanted to feel love, right?”

Your grin grows wider by the second, “yeah?”

“Well,” he says, “do you feel it?”

“I do,” you answer. “What about you? Do you feel it?”

The vows hold a truth much closer to his heart this time around, and he smiles as he swears...

“I do, too.”

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Bully! Mitsuya Fanfic (pt.2)

Chapter II: Exigence

✿ Word Count: 2.6k

✿ Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x reader

✿ Topics covered: (Eventual) Enemies to lovers trope, Mitsuya POV, tsundere-Mitsuya, bully! Mitsuya, fem. reader, manga spoilers, slight angst + smut

“You look so pretty while you’re sleeping.”

The tender voice-- so gentle, so sweet-- it began to echo within his mind. He, at first, had thought he was dreaming but that voice-- oh that beautiful voice, it tempted him so dearly. He began to chase the voice, following it through the mess of his mind, his thoughts, firmly clasping it and--

It isn’t you.

He opened his eyes, closing them instantly again as the light burned them intensely. He waited a few seconds before trying again, his eyes beginning to readjust as the light became calmer and more bearable. He was face to face with a woman-- he couldn’t seem to recognize her. Her voice, her pleasant voice… it had sounded too similar to your own, he could’ve sworn it was you, laying beside him naked with your head drooping over him as you admired him sleeping. Looking closer upon the woman in front of him, he recognized her as one of his classmates and member of his Home-Economics club. It began to come back to him slowly, how exactly he ended up here. It was just the usual after all, sleeping with women to satisfy his needs-- or rather, his suppressed desires.

He happened to only share one class with you-- of course, it was Designer-101. In this class, the professor would instruct and teach you about the most trendy styles going on, or some older styles that were coming back in fashion and how to incorporate them into your works. It was a very intricate class but you both were determined to accomplish your dreams, even if it meant passing this dread of a course. However, as hard as it might be, Mitsuya fully enjoyed every aspect of the course because it was fun to clash styles, colors, and fabrics just to accomplish the final design. He had noticed you took great pride in this class, too, and even incorporated these color schemes into your lighting and filter ideas. While he’d never admit it to your face, his heart fluttered seeing your eyes gloss over your masterpiece and grin, taking a few moments to admire your work. He rarely bothered you in this case for this exact reason, although he couldn’t help the occasional tease, just to see your squirm.

┃ “Y/N, dear, are you alright? You seem to be struggling a little bit with this embroidery pattern.”

┃ “Sorry, Professor! I’ll get the hang of it quickly, I’m sure, just a small obstacle!” You reassured him, giving him the warm smile Mitsuya mourned losing and wished he could see from the receiving end just once more.

Unbeknownst to you, Mitsuya had eavesdropped on the entire conversation table next to yours. You had attempted to choose a seat that was far away from him, but he picked up on that quite quickly and decided, just out of spite, to sit the table directly horizontal from you. Desperately yearning for a small scrap of your attention, he quickly stepped besides the Professor but composed himself before saying

┃ “Professor, if I may… since Y/N seems to be having a rough time, I can help them out. If that’s with your permission, of course, sir.” He said with that bastardly shit-eating smile that made your stomach turn inside out while wrapping his arm around your shoulder. It was the smile that captivated teachers with it’s innocence and purity-- if only they knew that it was the mischievous smile that you were accustomed to seeing after he was done with you.

Before you could offer a rebuttal, your professor smiled genuinely and nodded, thanking Mitsuya before walking off and mumbling how he was such a good kid. As soon as your Professor had made it to the other side of the enormous classroom, Mitsuya turned to you, shit-eating grin beginning to form into a devious smirk as he finally had some alone-time with you.

┃ “Hey baby~” His voice came out smoothly like butter, words falling out of his mouth as if this was the entire script planned out in his head. Little did you know, it was.

┃ “You’re only helping me figure this embroidery pattern out, that’s it, no rebuttals, nothing more. Got it?” You spat harshly, making that smirk on his face quickly turn into a scowl as you once more rejected any flirtatious opportunity he threw at you.

He scoffed, not acknowledging your question with a nod or even the common courtesy of a reply, but he moved off to the other side of the table to grab the needle that was engraved in the cloth you were attempting to sew on. Even though he moved on pretty quickly, your words had stung him deeply, as it made it clear to him any romantic opportunity he had with you had been reduced and diminished into nothing. He placed it in front of you, motioning his hand for you to continue what you were doing before folding them over his chest. You growled, assuming that this was him punishing you for not reciprocating his flirts. However, it ended up being the exact opposite, as he intently observed your stitch, attempting to pinpoint where you were going wrong. Your accuracy was fine, your hands enwrapped the needle firmly but gently as you intertwined it within the cloth and there, he had picked up on what you were doing wrong. He carefully set himself behind you, having his chest press against your back as he wrapped his arms around you to hold your hands. The surprise caught your breath and made it hitch, feeling his ice-cold hands gently coddle your warm ones, balancing out the heat. Catching on to your growing flustered state, he smirked but his voice disguised it perfectly as he explained your mistake to you while beginning to guide your fingers through the cloth.

┃ “Your accuracy, your grip, all of that is perfect, sweetheart. Your mistake is you pull the needle out too early before allowing it to catch proper depth within the cloth. That’s why the final design comes out messy.” He explains, his words sounding almost like a textbook, professional, informative, while also comforting your tensed shoulders with his velvety voice and pet names as he continued to guide your hands until you reached the end of the segment.

Subconsciously, you had begun to relax in his grip, leaning your back into his chest as you finally perfected the technique with little help from his assistance as he withdrew his hands and allowed you to continue without him, setting his hands on the table and caging you in. He took the moments of silence to indulge in the warmth of your back pressing against him, a moment that came so rarely yet drove him insane every time your skin happened to graze him. You, on the other hand-- your mind was far from relaxed. You questioned why he was being so tender with you when he was so rough with you earlier, unprovokingly shoving you to the ground and humiliating you in front of your classmates. You opened your mouth to question him, but reluctantly closed it once you realized you wouldn’t get a real answer if you questioned him. After all, after being so kind the next day he’d return to normal as if nothing happened-- as if there was no spark between you both. He awoke you from your thoughts by placing his fingers below your chin, softly lifting your face to meet his own.

┃ “Cat got your tongue? Or maybe I will, soon~” he giggled to himself, grinning down at you, this time a genuine smile that expressed pure delight.

┃ “What happened to us, Mitsuya?” You bluntly asked, causing him to tense, his smile forming into a poker face as he contemplated your question carefully.

Months-- months ago, you were standing there after school after one of their club meetings next to the campus entrance, waiting for someone as she told him. He offered to wait with you but you told him it was okay-- no, you shooed him off, giving him some excuse as to why he couldn’t wait with her. A little arrow pierced through his lovestruck heart but he nodded and walked away, however he did not leave. He remained across the street hiding in the corner, far enough for her to not notice he still remained on campus grounds but close enough to still see her patiently waiting. He insisted his duty as her club president was to watch over her and ensure her safety, of course, there was nothing special about that. Any club member would do a little spying just to ensure their kohai’s well-being. She was pushing him away, that wasn’t normal, so surely something must be wrong. That was when that little shit Takemichi came along and his mouth fell open, in shock she knew a loser like him. Hanagaki Takemichi did not attend their university, however, he was a part of Toman, which was still growing in power. Takemichi had only joined recently but he had quickly won the hearts of Mikey and Draken, therefore anyone would think Mitsuya liked him too. How far from the truth that statement was-- Mitsuya despised Takemichi. His dumbass couldn’t fight for shit-- no brains nor brawn. During the fight with Valhalla, he was tasked with saving Baji and couldn’t even do so. Thankfully, Baji had survived his stab wounds, although the doctors informed Mitsuya and the others he was very lucky to have lived. On lesser issues, Takemichi also shows no signs of respect-- going as far as to punch the recently appointed 3rd division captain, Kisaki Tetta. What the fuck were you doing with someone like him? He watched your interaction so diligently, taking every note of laughter, smiles, and nods you gave Takemichi until Mitsuya began to feel himself clutching his knuckles so tight they looked like they were about to pop right out of his fists. Was everything you had gone through for the past few months nothing more than a game? Had he misunderstood your feelings-- was there really no spark between you both? The thought of this made his stomach drop, hitting him like a truck. No no, that was clearly the case, there was no other reason why you'd giggle so much around Takemichi, smile at him so fondly, or gaze at him as your eyes began to sparkle whenever he got enthusiastic about whatever the fuck it was he was talking about.

The next thing he knew, he was yelling at you after club hours the next day, shouting about how much of a dumbass you were, and how you failed to pick up on social cues around you. Many other insults came flying out his mouth, hitting you like bricks, piling up and causing the tears to build up. Truthfully, the entire situation was an entire blur to him. All he could remember was the close proximity of your faces as he yanked your chain when you attempted to talk back, which is when he noticed the tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall if provoked any further. You were released from his grip instantly and in a calm voice, he allowed you to exit, a loud sniffle accidentally slipping out of your lips as you ran out of the room before he could see you cry. He stared at you blankly, reminiscing before releasing your chin from his gentle fingers and backing away from you as he replied:

┃ “I could ask you the same.”

You remained looking at him for a few moments, before deciding it wasn’t worth engaging with him. He watched as you carried your project back to your designated locker, locked it, and put on your backpack before asking the professor if you could leave since it was time to go. Glancing at his watch, he announced class was dismissed and you quickly rushed out before bumping into Hakkai directly outside the door to the left, who was waiting for Mitsuya. You apologized to him instantly, to which he smiled and patted your head. A conversation ensued between the two of you and as Mitusya walked out, he saw the two of you engaging and laughing. It almost identically mimicked the way you acted with Takemichi, innocently smiling and staring at him so adoringly. He envied the comfortability you both shared in your relationship, the air bubbling with chemistry. He doesn’t realize how hard he’s staring until one of his club members taps his shoulder, greeting him and complimenting his outfit.

┃ “Hey, Kashi! Love your jacket, is it new?”

Now he’s here, back at his place with one of his kohai’s as he pushes her into the wall, roughly kissing her and quickly unbuttoning her shirt as she unzips his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and soon the rest of their clothes follow. Moans and groans fill the room, although most of them are hers. He’s painfully silent throughout their session, too frustrated to really focus on her-- however, she’s too accentuated on her own pleasure to notice he’s simply using her as a stress reliever and nothing more. There’s nothing wrong with her, she’s beautiful, she’s skilled, talented, kind, but she’s simply not you. She looks nothing like you but her voice, oh god her voice, it sounded almost just like yours. Her moans made his skin heat up, imagining it was your warm silky hands embracing him, you begging him to love you more. It was enough to satisfy him for now, just enough to pretend the woman he was pleasuring so much was you. She moaned his name and he bit his lip, using all of his might to fight the instinct to moan out your name instead. His slams grew harsher and tougher, releasing all of that pent up desire and anger in single strokes. The rest of the night was a blur, as soon as he pulled off the condom he went to sleep, bored of her.

┃ “Kashi~”

He sighed, remembering his idiocy of yesterday evening and how he’d now have to gently reject this girl without letting her know he simply used her as a distraction. He spent a good minute contemplating her name before she spoke to him again.

┃ “Kashi? You alright?”

┃ “Mmh, sorry... just tired.”

┃ “Ah, it’s fine sleepyhead~ you know, yesterday was really fun, we should do it more often. How about a date tonight?.”

┃ “Awh...dear… that’s awfully sweet of you… I’m just not looking for something serious right now. I’m just into one-night stands at the moment.”

┃ “Oh… oh! Maybe we could be sex partners then?”

┃ “Ah, Sure… sure.” He privileged her with a smile of pure pity, relaxing his head back on the pillow, hoping to drift back to sleep so once he awoke she’d be long gone. The plan was if she ever reached out for sex again, he’d just come up with some excuse on how he was busy finishing a project. His mind drifted off, thinking about seeing you in class, only to remember it was a Saturday and that meant he didn’t have class with you-- in fact, Saturday’s were a relatively free day for him. He booked himself with classes every other day and decided he should have at least one day off. You know what that meant? He’d have to fucking dread it with this chick until she took the hint and left. The faster he fell asleep, the sooner this day would be over. He didn’t bother to listen to the woman as she continued speaking to him, closing his eyes as he censored her out and slowly drifted back to sleep.

tags: @haiq-trash, @blackmysticalsimp @the2ndl @bren-heron

a/n: f in the chat for anyone who thought bully! Mitsuya had healthy coping mechanisms, also you should check out @darenimo if you already haven't because she helped me proofread this chapter and gave me all of her commentary while reading it and I sobbed for a good 10 minutes straight. I love she.

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