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farouchelyoptimistic · 4 years

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HyunJi: Rekindle

Part 3

"What do you think about Moon Young's character?"

Soo Hyun bobs his head up as he thinks of an answer. Heaps of media people flood the room, pushing and squeezing in just to get closer to the panel of celebrities during the press conference of the new drama, Psycho But It's Okay. It had been a hot topic for a few weeks now, not only because it was Kim Soo Hyun's comeback drama, but also because of the number of talented actors mixed in together like a melting pot.

He grins when a certain memory suddenly fills his head.

It was a long drive back home from a shoot in the country side. He was comfortably leaned back against his seat as he looked out the window, watching the fields as his car swiftly passes by. He glances down at his phone, flipping it up and down, contemplating whether to send Yea Ji a text or not. Deciding against it, he tosses the device to the other seat, looking out just in time as they slowed down by a small field of dandelions.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" He looks up at his driver, watching him from the rearview mirror.

"What is?"

"The dandelions." He turns his attention back to the beautiful embodiments of weeds. They were as white as the clouds---a few of them green---swaying to the cool breeze of the afternoon wind. They were weeds, and weeds were unpretty growths that are usually disregarded and stepped upon, meant to be trampled over. They were parasites that fed on the nutrients of the flowers among them. But dandelions were an exception. They were physical evidence that something traditionally overlooked can be beautiful enough to gain attention. That in a field where they are unwanted, they could still fit in, and sometimes stand out.

"They say dandelions symbolize happiness, simple joys and good companions. People give them to loved ones who provide happiness. Some even say that it's a promise of total faithfulness." He smiles as he lets the words of his driver fill his heart and mind.

Happiness. Simple joys. Good companion. Faithfulness. And for some odd reason, it all summed up to a certain someone who brightened up the room with her smile, and brought calm to his system with the way her eyes curved into thin lines.

"Can we pull over for a second?" His driver doesn't ask why, immediately obeying his boss' request. He parks the car by the side of the road.

Soo Hyun hops out of the car just as he slides the door open. He chuckles to himself when he squats down and starts picking up as many dandelions he can hold. When he could no longer carry more, he finally straightens up.

"Soo Hyun-ah, here." He smiles at the small basket his driver handed to him. He puts the dandelions in, squatting back down to add a few more bunches. Satisfied at the abundance, he takes it from his driver and gets back inside before someone else sees him picking some weeds by the side of the road.

He couldn't take his eyes from the basket on his lap, smiling to himself like a school boy. He chuckles and shakes his head, grabbing his phone to type a message.

Coffee at the usual?

"Uhm, Hyung. Can we. . . "

"I'll drive you to that coffee shop you like." He grins at his driver who looked at him with amused knowing eyes.

"She looks like a green dandelion." A short laugh erupts from him as everyone else try to mask their confusion with loud laughter. They gave a few comments, a few claps, but he knew they don't really get it.

When he turns to look beside him, Yea Ji was also laughing, trying to cover her mouth. She understood. Of course she did. She eyes him and shakes her head, bursts of laughter erupting from the back of her throat. They looked at each other, trapped in their own little bubble as they laughed at something only they understood.

The rest of the cast only laughed in amusement as they looked at the pair. Even the director and the writer could only chuckle and glance at each other in confusion. They had no idea where that came from. Of course they didn't, because it was totally unrelated to their drama.

"Dandelions." Yea Ji, chuckles to herself as she finds herself alone on the way to a quick shoot for an ad right after the press conference. She shakes her head, leaning it against the window.

She couldn't help her smile when she enters the private deck of the cafe they usually hang out at. Two orders of iced Americano were already on the table, and oddly, so was a basket filled with dandelions.

"What are these for?" She chuckles, eyeing the flowers as the she takes the seat in front of him, across the table.

"Dandelions. For you." He playfully picks it up and slides it closer to her, making her tilt her head in awe. She takes one and brings it closer to her face, a huge grin plastering on lips.

"You know, in Spain, people would blow on dandelions to make their wishes come true." She plays with it with her fingers, twirling it back and forth.

He smiles. He is once again reminded that this amazing woman in front of him was more than just her elegant beauty, but was also defined by her intellectuality and intelligence. She was a gem.

"Let's make a wish together then." He takes one of his own, bringing it closer to his lips. He winks at her, making her laugh before she nods her head and closes her eyes. He does the same.

"Hana, dul, set." They blow in unison. As they open their eyes, they smile at the sight of its petals dancing in the breeze like glitter under the bright blue sky. They looked magical as they scattered away like little pixies that granted wishes.

They couldn't help but share a light laugh, turning to look at each other.

"What did you wish for?" She asks him. He only shrugs his shoulders, playfully shaking his head. She pouts coyly, chuckling before she breathes out a short 'okay'.

I wished I could have you. He thought, but he didn't say it. He chose not to. Oblivious to him, she also wished for something similar. And just like him, she decided not to tell him too.

It didn't take long before they regained their level of comfort with each other. It was as if they just picked up from where they left off, sharing gentle touches and silent laughter as they shared stolen glances. Of course, they were a bit cautious, cautious not to step on the line, careful not to dive into the ocean that once almost sucked them in to a whirlpool. But they were only human, humans who were easily bewitched by their feelings.

Soo Hyun was majorly flustered by the natural confidence that she possessed. While he couldn't barely look at her for long, she never even flinches. He was too fearful that if he looked at her for too long, he couldn't restrain himself from holding her. And of course, there were times when he couldn't. He allowed himself to give her gentle pats on the shoulders, soft touches of the hands.

Yea Ji felt pride at the way she affects him. The way his ears turn red as he looks away whenever she catches him staring for too long. The way her touch seems to electrocute him, the way she brings out his extra energy. Despite being able to hide her emotions expertly, she couldn't deny that he affected her as much. And it's starting to terrify her. Because the more he tries to move closer, the more she develops a longing for him to stay.

He thinks she doesn't notice, but she does. She notices everything, especially the obvious chivalry that he displays. Wrapping her coat around her, carrying her bag for her, giving her water, giving her a cup of coffee in the morning. They way he gets on his feet to run towards her just to help her down a flight of stairs. She notices. She doesn't allow herself to drown in oblivion.

It terrifies her to the core. How the warmth of his touch lingers on her skin, how his presence brightens up her day. It terrifies her because whenever she catches him starting, her heart flutters, beating in a knowing abnormal way. She's aware of what kind of feelings she's starting to develop, and its scaring her to proportions of great lengths.

She promised to guard her heart, to build walls around it, to protect it from the pain of heartache. What she had been through broke her to pieces, broke her too much, she even thought she could never put it back together. But she did, slowly, piece by piece. And with the rate her heart beats for him now, she's terrified that it might just break so easily.

So she swears to be cautious. To remind herself of the consequences. To recall the moments when her heart hurt so much she couldn't breathe, so that she remembers how easily it can break again now if she lowers her guard down. So she's careful. Careful not to lead him on. Careful not to show her feelings to vividly.

But it was inevitable not to get carried away. Human emotions is sometimes too strong for the body to control. She'd be too late to notice that she'd been laughing to his unfunny jokes too much, that she's been linking her arm on his for too long. It takes her a moment to realize she had allowed him to hold her hand for too long, allowed him to get too close.

"Are you hungry?" Soo Hyun turns to Yea Ji beside him as the music started blasting loud enough for anyone to be able to hear them talking softly. The radio host was deep in conversation with Jung Se that none of them paid attention to the pair who had been constantly bickering and joking with each other.

"Yes, I'm hungry. Just a little bit." She was surprised by her own automatic response, but she doesn't take it back. Soo Hyun only nods, making it a point to ask her to have dinner with him after the show. And he does. The show didn't take too long to end, and he basically just decided to man up and ask her straight up. When she said yes after a defeating silence if a few minutes, he almost wanted to release a breath of relief.

They went to a private restaurant, similar to the ones they usually went to. They have lodged away in a small room, just the two of them, away from the private eye. He couldn't bring himself to stare at her as she was turned to the other side, gaze stuck on the painting against the wall.

He doesn't fail to notice that despite the comfortable interactions between the two of them, she was weary. Careful. There were times when she placed an obvious distance between them after standing too close, stopping herself abruptly after laughing with him for too much. She was holding back, forcing herself to hold back, and he noticed. It pained him slightly, but he was happy enough that she allows him to hold her hand for a little, to joke around with her. He was happy enough with the small moments she allows him to spend with her. Because unlike her, he wasn't at any chance trying to hold back.

He held back ages ago and it didn't bring him any good. There wasn't a time when he doesn't remember her. The way her eyes curved into thin lines and the way her nose scrunched up every time she smiles. He thought about her every single time he was paired with someone else other than her. And on quiet nights, he wished he could hear her voice again. Never a time he wished she was there with him.

If he had only taken a chance a few years ago, maybe things could have been different for both of them. But the universe works in many great ways. Bringing them together like this, after so long, was proof of it's immeasurable, unexpected powers. And this time, there was no holding back. He had lost her once, he's not losing her to his fear of the unknown this time.

"Yea Ji-ah." He muses softly, gently, yet cautiously reaching fo her hand on the table. When their fingers so much as brushes against each other, she turns to him.

She saw the determination in his eyes, even felt it in the warmth when he placed his hand on the small of her back as he guided her inside the restaurant. She knew he had been feeling what she's been feeling, the only difference was, he wasn't holding back. Unlike her character, open and straightforward, she was acting more like his character now. Repressing and taking a step back.

The way he looked at her right now made her heart hammer against her chest. She could feel it, even if she doesn't want to. The fear was overpowering, making her heart thud a tad bit faster.

"Soo Hyun-ah." She slides her hand away from his. The tone in her voice stuns him for a second, making his heart drop down to the pit of his stomach.

"I had been with someone, a few years back. I thought I was happy, I really did. It got a little too obsessive and I knew it was toxic, but I just tried to make it work. I stayed until broke me. I waited until I was in pieces before I decided to let go." It brought a certain ache in her heart as she continued talking. Not because she wasn't over her old flame, but because she pained for the way she broke herself for other people.

Watching her talk about a dark aspect in her life ached Soo Hyun in many ways he can't point out. He could see the grief in her eyes, and the way it sent her voice trembling.

"I'm telling you this because you make me feel what it truly feels to be happy with someone. Making me realize how unhappy I truly was when I thought I was actually happy. You make me feel comfortable and warm, and you never fail to make me laugh. You make me lose sleep at night, thinking about how your presence has become something I long for. I'm telling you this because it terrifies me. Because I'm afraid that if you ask for my heart I can't give it to you. Because the last time I gave it to someone else, it was returned to me in pieces. I'm telling you this so could stop. Because I'm too scared, and I don't want to lead you on into nothing."

He watches her take a breath, looking away from him. He was at a loss for words, trying ti absorb every word she said. He never thought that hearing how she longs for him could actually hurt.

"We had our shot back then, it didn't work. Let's not dive into it again, fully knowing it won't ever. Let's be friends, and give our all in this drama. And maybe when it's over, we can just forget each other again." She doesn't wait for him to speak, pushing her chair back as she stands up. She grand her bag and turns around to walk towards the door.

Doorknob at arm's length, he gently grabs hold of her wrist, stopping her.

"We never had a shot back then, because none of us took one. We were both cowards. I was a coward. I knew you were scared, and so was I. But I should have been strong for both of us. I should have taken the risk because you are worth it. Then you wouldn't have met that bastard who broke you." He looked at her intently, eyes boring into hers. He moves his hand on her wrist to hold her hand properly, reaching for the other so he was holding both.

"I appreciate you telling me that. But that won't make me stop. I won't stop because you're afraid. I won't stop especially now that I know you feel the same way." He squeezes her hands tighter. "I'm going to hold your hands. I'm going to keep making jokes that aren't funny because that seems to make you laugh a lot. I'll keep showing you that I care because I do. I'll keep being flustered whenever you look at me because you make my heart flutter. I'll keep acting like how a man acts in front of a woman he likes. I'll stay close, and I'll hold your hands until you're not scared anymore. Until you say yes to me."

He lets go of her hand and pulls her back to the table, pulling the chair back. She was remotely dumbfounded, her mouth slightly agape as she looks at him. He gently pushes her down so she was sitting on her chair again.

"And I'm not letting you leave without eating. I took you here to have dinner, and I'm taking you home after. My manager doesn't call me a persistent idiot for nothing." His gaze lingers on her eyes that we're on him as he makes his around the table. Just before he could sit down, a wave of tears floods out of her eyes, causing him an internal panic.

"Omo." His worried nonchalant eyes grow wide, his feet scrambling to go back to her.

"Mianhae. Was I too harsh? I didn't mean to startle you." He rambles as he reaches for her face, gently wiping her tears with his thumbs.

"I was going to say I'm in love with you, but that would spook you out. So I didn't say it yet. Mianhae. Oh, otteoke." He continues to ramble mindlessly, losing his wits at the sight of her tears.

She looks at him, and immediately he realizes what he's said. "Oh, ani--" Before he could finish, she erupts into a light laugh, making him smile. She lets out a breath, allowing him to wipe off her tears.

He was true to his words. He treated her the same, making it impossible for her to be more distant. He really was a persistent idiot. He'd stuck by her closer, longer. He'd tell the lamest jokes, which of course made her cackle down to the bone. He made her happy every day, and sometimes, for a while, she would forget that she was afraid.

"See you on the other side!" The cameraman waves his hand and turns around, running towards the end of the bridge. At the sound of the director's 'cut!', the cameraman doesn't waste his time staying on the hundred-meter long bridge.

Soo Hyun could only laugh as he watched the scared cameraman run to safety. But the cameraman wasn't the only one who was scared. A few meters behind him was an equally scared Yea Ji. Even her character had to be scared for the scene, and so was she. She trembled at the thought of being two hundred meters above ground, on a massively shaky bridge that wobbled at every step.

"Yea Ji-ah, come o--" Soo Hyun bursts in laughter at the sight of her grabbing hold of the railings, taking slow weary steps. They were already halfway there, just a few meters till they reach the other side.

"Don't laugh!" She whines, equally scared and amused. She took deep breaths at each step, holding on to the railings tight.

"Soo Hyun-ah! Take care of Yea Ji-ah!" The director's voice resonates through the mic.

"De!" He shouts back, biting off a laugh.

"Yea Ji-ah, if you keep walking slow, you'll stay on this bridge longer." He was teasing her. He mimicked the way she took terrified steps, laughing at her state. She could only curse at him internally, focusing on her breathing and the way she grabbed hold of the rails.

"Run! I'll wait for you." He yells, stopping. Taking her chance, she bravely lets go and runs with all her might. Just when she was about to grab him, he runs away, his loud laughter roaring through. "Aish. Kim Soo Hyun!" She yells as she runs after him, her knees trembling at the feel of the bridge swinging side to side.

Soo Hyun reaches the other end first, stopping right in front of the bridge as he watched Yea Ji running towards him. He couldn't help but laugh, opening his arms wide for her. "Hurry, Seo Yea Ji!"

When she reaches the other side, she automatically crashes into him, her knees giving out. He wraps his arms around her waist, keeping her up as he chuckles. He could feel the way her chest heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath, her arms around his neck, head against his chest. He held her tight, closer, suddenly forgetting the staff around them.

"Kinchana? Hmm?" He rubs her back gently, smiling as she whispers a silent 'I hate you.' When her breathing stabilizes, she slowly let's go, pushing herself off. At the sight of hIs annoying face, she playfully hits his chest, which he only receives with a laugh.

The people around them could only smile and laugh with them, but they couldn't help but look at each other. A few hunches we're born that day, adding to the already existing pile. Something was going on, they thought, but they chose not to say anything. Their privacy was not something they wanted to violate. Whatever was going on, it wasn't anyone's business. Well, except for Manager Ryu who could only stare at the pair in both fear and amusement. The very first time he saw them together, he knew his job was going to get harder. He lets out a sigh as he blocks the bts camera filming the two.

The night had already gone deep and they had just finished filming the last scene. It had started raining a few minutes ago, which had halted the pack up process. While the whole staff tried to deal with the clothes and the equipment along with the rain, Yea Ji was instructed to go back to the room they had rented while everyone finished up.

Walking back to the room, she was surprised to see Soo Hyun sitting by the door, barely being housed from the rain.

"Aren't you going to get wet?" She says, walking up to him. He looks up at her and chuckles, shaking his head, bringing his palms up to show her he was dry. She smiles, sitting beside him. This time, she doesn't remember to put some distance.

She looked at him, surprised at his silence only to find him staring at a bunch of dandelions growing from the ground to the side of the room.

"Dandelions also symbolize healing from internal pain." He says, turning to face her. Now they were looking at each other.

He looks down at her hand and takes it in his, rubbing small circles on the back of her palm. "I know you're scared. And I know you're healing. I don't need to be someone significant right now, but I'm not going to go away. I'm going to stay, and I hope you allow me to be something that will help you heal. I can be your dandelion. And when you're healed, I hope I can be someone allowed to call you mine."

He looked at her with so much passion in his eyes that it made her heart warm. There was something else in his orbs that screamed something more meaningful, but she was still slightly scared of the thought. But it gave her comfort to see it in the spark of his eyes, under the bright moon with the sound of silent rain.

He smiles at her, his eyes curving into a thin line. She smiles too.

He lets out a breath, looking forward. He doesn't let go of her hand.

"You think they'd be surprised with Moon Young and Gang Tae's first kiss?" She doesn't say a word, she only replies with a chuckle. It wasn't just their character's first kiss, it was also theirs, unofficially.

"Can I ask you one question." He asks, still looking straight ahead.

"What is it?"

"If I asked you if I could kiss you back then, would you have let me?" They both remembered the day they decided to wake up from the dream. A kiss back them would have complicated things more, but it could have also changed how things turned out.

"I would have let you even if you didn't ask."

None of them say anything for a few seconds. Silent and still as they watched the raindrops fall to the ground.

And then in a split second, he turns around, gently cups her face and presses a warm kiss on her lips. She was caught off-guard, allowing him to brush his tongue against hers. It takes her a second before she allows her body to undermine what her brain is commanding. She responds to his kisses.

His other hand softly rests on her waist, gently pulling her closer as he deepens the kiss, tasting every inch of her mouth. Her hand instinctively rises to his chest, not to push him away, but to have something to hold.

When they pull out of the kiss, their hearts were racing a few hundred miles per second. Their impulsivity surprised them both, their chests heaving in unison. The tips of their noses brush against each other as they slowly lean back from each other.

"Next time, I'll ask permission." He says, his eyes boring into hers with so much emotion.

Before she could even say another word, footsteps coming their way made her look to the direction it was coming from. Manager Ryu looked at both of them with a suspicious look in his eyes, but he doesn't say anything. He walks closer, holding a big black umbrella.

"Yea Ji-ah, you're car is ready. I'll come back for you after I send her to her car, Soo Hyun-ah. Looks like you have a lot of thinking to do." She nods, avoiding his gaze as she walks over to him, getting under the umbrella. She glances behind her for a second, catching Soo Hyun's eyes on her. He lets out a dorky smile, shrugging his shoulders.

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imdefyingmavity · 3 years

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King Takes Knight (Part 5)

Shawn gets just what he hoped for.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

(TW: Torture, captivity, ‘nails’)

This was a glorious day. Victory Day. Maybe he’ll make it a national holiday to commemorate the occasion. Every employee will have a microsecond less work to do than usual. He can be generous like that.

Shawn watches from the stage as a Bad Janet enters, bending the arm of that pesky mutated Good Janet in front of her as she marches her down the steps. Behind them are some generic demon guards who he will have to learn the names of, if only so he can reward them for grabbing a human each between them. The four irritating losers who are behind this whole mess.

He can’t help but laugh! How stupid can they be to have all come at once? Now there’s no one left to run their ridiculous experiment.

“Good evening, dickweeds!” He greets them cheerily, amused by the defeated looks on all of their faces - though Mendoza looks as gormless as ever; “So glad you could attend the show.”

“Oooh, what show? Is it Shrek the Musical?” Jason asks, lifting his chin up.

The large guard holding him gives his arm a painful tug, making the dumbass yelp like a cat with its tail caught in the door.

“I’m afraid not. But I’ll definitely be keen on making you sing soprano when I have them saw your balls off.” He gloats.

With a wave of his hand, he instructs the guards to walk the four of them forward, up the steps, and then force them to their knees at the front of the stage. The Bad Janet struts to stand next to him and Shawn allows her to give him a low five at his side in celebration.

Not that it took much effort.

“I applaud you for trying. But that really was a pathetic attempt to save Michael. You really thought we wouldn’t have Molotov-proofed the doors after last time?”

Tahani turns to tut at Jason; “Told you!”

“Well I told you guys it was a trap but none of you listened!” Eleanor hisses.

Oh, this is wonderful. He would be happy to simply lock them in a room and watch them blame and scrap with each other, just as Michael originally intended, rather than all this wholesome chummy crap that ended up happening. How ironic.

“Such a shame that Chidi couldn’t be here to join you all. I guess he’s busy getting all loved up with his fellow nerd Simone, right Eleanor?”

He grins as that hits a nerve and Shellstrop darts forward, looking to go for him, before the guard grabs her hair and yanks her back down.

“Don’t worry. I have to keep my word to the Judge, after all. So I’ll be happy to let the experiment carry on, with Chidi and the others under the ‘safe’ guardianship of my employees wearing your skin suits.” He taunts them, “They won’t even notice you’re gone...especially as they will, literally, be the same skin torn from your bodies!”

“You twisted wanker.” Tahani glares at him, the British brat suddenly baring fangs; “Where is Michael?!”

“Y’know, she’s so right...Michael should be here to watch us slowly slice that fat skin off of them, shouldn’t he.” Bad Janet sways her hips, looking knowingly to Shawn with that glint in her eye; “Want me to go fetch him and give him the front row seat?”

This Bad Janet must not have got the memo.

“Oh I wasn’t foolish enough to have Michael be here. I just needed these filthy rats to think that’s where he was by the video.” He brags, watching the shock quickly drain the anger on their faces into hopelessness; “I had Michael moved a nice, cosy location far, far away. You weren’t even close to getting to him, idiots!”

“FUCK!” Eleanor swears, not even looking as though she can enjoy the opportunity to curse; “I told you all, it was too easy!!”

“No biggie.” Bad Janet rolls her eyes; “I can still stream him the footage to wherever that dingus is, can’t I? I sooo want him to see us cut Tahani’s hair into an uneven bob.”

“No! No! NOOOO!” The wannabe princess screams until the guard gives her a slap.

The Bad Janet has a point though. It wouldn’t be worth torturing Michael’s precious humans unless he was there to watch it, even if the plan with the Michael-suit fell through. Damn Vicky and Glenn both being blown up meant he had no duplicate to use, especially as he forgot to share the design with other skinsuit manufacturers (shut up, Glenn!).

He’s certain there is very little of Michael’s awareness left after how much they’ve inflicted on him over the past few...well, it was only a handful of months but, thanks to Jeremy Bearimy, he’s endured a lifetimes worth of restraints, freezing, impalement, whipping, electrocuting, bad Adam Sandler movies, and soo much worse. There had been a time when he’d looked into those blue eyes and seen so much raw hatred. Now, whenever he took a glance at his wretch of a former employee, the light was flickering out, as if he’s conscious of nothing except the constant pain and loneliness.

Just like the humans he adores so much that end up here, where they belong. Because they’re terrible and that’s all that needs to be known. He should have left well enough alone.

At least now, finally, Shawn gets to have some entertainment.

“You’re right, Bad Janet. Set up a connection to the Tenth Circle, Sector B. I left one Bad Janet on duty there with Nicole who’s currently ‘taking care’ of Michael. And by that I mean making him very miserable.” Just in case the humans are too dumb to get the expression.

Bad Janet texts on her phone, popping another piece of gum.

“Tenth Circle...Sector B....Got it.” She raises her head, an oddly pleasant smile spreading across it, eyes suddenly bright and pleasant; “Thanks for that!”

“What-?”

The not-so-Bad Janet karate chops him in the side of the head and knocks him to the floor. He hears her make a shout, the theatre spinning around him, unable to find his feet quick enough before the humans get to their feet and surround him.

Shawn blinks, rapidly, as they proceed to take out some rope and tie his wrists and ankles together.

“What is the meaning of this?! GUARDS! DON’T JUST STAND THERE! GET THESE STINKING HUMANS OFF OF ME!” He rages, trying his best to break out of their puny hold but they’re, for some reason, freakishly strong.

The Bad Janet continues to smile at him.

“Oh they’re not your guards...and these aren’t the humans. You were being so smug that you didn’t see what’s right in front of you, did you?” She says.

Shawn frowns. What is she talking about?!

He glances up at Tahani leaning over his head, trying to spot the....Oh. Farts.

They’ve fooled him again. That’s no Bad Janet. And these humans have no auras. They don’t even smell! They’re the same as her. They’re...

“Meet my Janet Babies. I produced a bunch more to come with me. We just needed to know where Michael was really being kept and now we do. And I’ve forwarded that to our Team Two so, thanks!”

She gives Shawn a kick in the teeth before her group stand back at her command.

He spits, wriggling, bound and prone on the wooden floor.

The fake Jason stuffs a green stress ball into his mouth to gag him before all of them leave him there, muffled curses being hurled at them, before they lock the door and leave him in the empty theatre. He fucking hates Good Janets!

She likes to use the metal hooks to dig into his flesh and give them a tug, eager to get a reaction out of him despite his near frozen state. Every now and then she’ll manage to hit somewhere extra tender and a whimper will break out of his lips.

She has a schoolgirl's giggle.

“This is like ice fishing. And you’re my big piece of frozen shrimp.” She teases him as they sit in the inside of a giant glacier.

She doesn’t seem to be affected by the code, only wearing a pink slip dress. There’s not even any goosebumps on the arms of her suit..

The new one they’ve left with him is one he hasn’t seen before. She seems new to torture, possibly even new to the slim skinsuit she’s been given, still fascinated by the way her own fingers move. The way she caresses his face and sticks her tongue out makes him suspect she’s some kind of giant leech monster. The kind they used to let suck humans brains out with straws. Or cut their skulls open and lick them out like a kid with a bowl of cake mix.

Definitely not a fire squid, whatever she was.

“I bet Shawn’s almost finished making your buddies feel at home here. If you’re really good to me, Mikey...I might ask him to bring you their heads as a treat.” Nicole, as she said was her name, informs him.

He’s beyond attempting to beg for them to be left alone anymore. He’s beyond expecting any sort of mercy.

Everything he had tried for so long....everything he had hoped to avoid.

All of his efforts for the past few years were for nothing.

I’m sorry, I’m so sorry... He thinks as more tiny crystallised tears sting from the corners of his eyes.

A loud bang outside makes him start.

Nicole turns to the Bad Janet at the door; “What was that? Go check on it, will you!” she orders like a spoiled brat to her butler.

The Bad Janet rolls her eyes, flipping the bird and then doing as she’s told.

Nicole turns back to kneel in front of Michael.

He tries to escape into his hallucinations but she wants his focus on her. Her hand grips his cheek and squeezes tight.

“I dunno what you did to get the Boss to hate you so much, I don’t really give a toss about current affairs...But m’just glad I get this as my first job! Punishing a dirty traitor...” She runs the tip of an ice pick up his face, towards his nostril; “...And all the other dirty things I hear about you...My mate Kath said you had the hots for one of them humans...You creeps should keep that fetish on the internet where it belongs! Look where it’s got you now...”

She takes a small hammer out from her pocket and puts it to the bottom of the ice pick, shoving it up Michael’s nose.

“I wish you had a brain in there so this could get the same effect it does with those creatures...But the simulation is good enough.”

He wishes he could laugh through the binding in his lips. He wishes that her wish could come true. Give him a lobotomy? Take away his memories of constant failure? Make him oblivious to how he’d loved for nothing and lost everything? She would be doing him the greatest favour.

As it is, he’ll just sit there and take the pain of a nail through his fake skull. He’ll let her have her fix until she gets her reprieve and he’s left alone to his own personal inner torment. His guilt. His regrets.

Just let go, Michael. Just...forget.

Nicole leans in close, ready to fiercely tap; “Hold still. This will only hurt a-.”

She doesn’t get a chance to finish her taunting before her skin suit explodes, sending a wave of pink goo across Michael’s face.

He blinks. Something happened.

The ice pick and the hammer clatter to the floor.

Wha...

Eleanor Shellstrop stands at the door, clutching a Bad Janet marble in one hand, pointing Janet’s demon exploder in the other.

#whump #rescue attempt #angst #tgp fanfic #mini fic series

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seokjinsdisciple · 4 years

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Mine

vampire!jinyoung x reader

jinyoung enlists your help to get free blood, but he never thought things would turn out like this.

requested, unedited

warnings: a lot of blood licking/drinking, unprotected sex, non-consensual biting, one of the vampire characters wants to die, doll, pussy eating, drinking, swearing, i think thats it?

word count: 3.7k

It wasn’t unusual for there to be an unwanted visitor in your hospital. In fact, more often than not there was an addict trying to get into the drug supplies, but an intruder in the Blood Bank was new. You worked the night shift, and you often found yourself in situations that, frankly, the day shift nurses would never have to deal with. Most nights, you were unbothered, but there was something about tonight that had been...weird.

You made your way further into the dark room, your eyes slowly adjust to the lack of light that was completely opposite to the stark white light in the hall. At first, you didn’t see him. His dark clothing helping him to blend in, but as you approached his figure became more clear. As if he could hear you, even from this distance, he froze. Head turning slowly to face you.

If you had been a day nurse, you would’ve screamed, maybe even ran away, but you didn’t. Maybe you were curious, maybe you were just plain stupid, all you knew was that man had glowing red eyes. Try as you might to attribute what you saw to exhaustion and lack of sleep, you knew you’d be lying to yourself. So here you were, standing in front of a man with glowing red eyes, and the both of you were frozen.

With a shaky cough and your confidence built, “Sir, you can’t be in here,” came out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. You could see the man shove something into his pocket, and before you could protest any further, he tried pushing around you to the door, but stopped when he noticed the bright lights in the hall.

Your brows scrunched in confusion, if he hadn’t come in that door, how did he get in here?

You tried to stop him as he turned to come back towards you, but he was too strong. He scrambled past you with ease, and when you tried to follow, your arm scraped across the broken glass of the cabinet he had been searching through. While it hurt, you didn’t think much of it, at least, not until your eyes flew back to the escaping stranger. He stood, still, the only movement coming from his heaving chest. You had been freaked out before, but now, as absolute silence filled the room, you were scared. He still didn’t face you, it was as if he was frozen. In an instant, the atmosphere changed, his hands recklessly tearing at his pockets to get whatever it was that he had stolen out. You were left stunned as you realized what he was now ravenously drinking from, a blood bag.

“What are you doing?” you shrieked, hurrying over to the stranger, and pulling at his arm. In an instant, his hand was wrapped around your wrist, blood dripping from his mouth and his eyes burning into where blood was dripping from your fresh cut.

“You stupid little girl,” he hissed, bringing your arm up to his mouth and smirking, “your blood smells so...delicious,” he growled, tongue running across your wound. You were frozen, you had no clue what to do, especially as his teeth were getting so close to biting into your arm. With his teeth just centimeters away from sinking into your flesh, the light flickered on. One of your shocked coworkers stood at the door, her eyes widening as the man who had been about to attack you hurried to the window and jumped out.

You stood there in shock as she rushed to you, her questions mixing with your own in your head. Thoughts swirled in your brain as you mindlessly followed her. Why the hell was he drinking blood? Who was he? Why were his eyes red? Why were you about to let him… do whatever it was he was about to do to you?

You winced as she cleaned your wound, trying to imagine how the rest of your shift would go. You only had a few hours left, and although you were shaken up, your curiosity was overpowering any fears that you had.

The rest of your shift flew by, your work keeping you busy, but not busy enough to occupy your mind. As you glanced down at your blood-soaked shoes, courteous of the visitor who had been in your mind all night, you huffed out a curse. You didn’t want to have to clean your shoes, but there was no way you would be walking around your next shift looking like you just came from a horror film.

You pulled your coat closer to your body as you walked out of the hospital. You were used to walking home, you had been doing it for a while, but you never got used to the bone-chilling wind that happens at 3AM. As you walked, you felt eyes watching you, your apartment wasn’t far now, and although you felt a little creeped out, you were sure it would pass. Your heart started beating faster as you heard footsteps fall in time with your own. You glanced into the window of a shop as you passed, but there was no one behind you. You tried to shake the eerie feeling that you were being followed, but your fears just rose.

It wasn’t until you passed an alleyway that your worst fears were imagined. A hand pulled you hard, as another covered your mouth, effectively muffling your scream. You tried to fight as the man pushed you against the wall, but his strength was far greater than anything you had ever encountered.

You watched helplessly as he ripped your coat and bandage off, “You don’t realize how dangerous it is to be walking around with blood that smells that good.”

At this point, you were just baffled, what were the odds of getting attacked twice in one night by two different people who were both obsessed with blood. You saw his eyes go red, and when he saw your unfazed reaction, you resisted rolling your eyes. He was confused you weren’t shocked to see his eye change, but he didn’t know you had been through this already. You had escaped one stranger tonight, you could escape another.

As he tried to steady you enough to bite you, you wriggled. You were going to get free, you were determined. Neither of you noticed the man coming until he was already knocking down your attacker. You did a double-take at your savior, recognizing his face as the stranger from earlier. As if this night couldn’t get any worse.

“Bang Chan, I told you to stay away from her,” the man from before said as he wrestled with who you now knew to be Bang Chan.

“How was I supposed to know she was the one you were talking about?” He hisses back, rolling on top of the man and throwing a punch before quickly being flipped over again, “I’m hungry, boss. And she was walking down the street smelling soo delicious.”

You watched as the two continued to fight, backing away slowly to not draw any attention to yourself. When you were far enough away, you ran, their angry voices fading away as your feet carried you through streets and into a pub.

After all that had happened to you tonight, you deserve a drink. You sidled up to the bar, sitting in the seat farthest away from the rest of the patrons. You needed a moment to think and relax and have a drink. So that’s what you did. You had one drink, and then another, and then one more. You weren’t drinking quickly, burning some time before heading home.

As you motioned to the bartender to close your tab, a voice rang out.

“I’ll cover her drinks, and can I have a shot of gin, please,” the voice from earlier rang out from behind you. You sighed as the man sat next to you, “You really are a difficult human to find.”

You just glanced at him, his skin perfect, and face obnoxiously handsome. “And you are sure hard to get rid of,” you quipped back, annoyed to find yourself in his presence again.

He chuckled, his teeth normal when you checked. This made him smile again, “I’m a little less starving now, so I look a little nicer.”

You just nodded, trying to ignore the multitude of questions from swirling in your brain and effectively ignore him.

“You can’t be thinking about ignoring me now, can you doll?” His eyebrow quirked, a knowing smile gracing his lips as your eyes widened.

“What can’t you do?” You practically groaned, tired of every new… ability he seemingly developed.

“I’m not invisible,” He laughed, “Well, unless you include my reflection.”

His cocky attitude was starting to wear down your will to ignore him. As much as you hated to admit it, he was funny.

“What do you want from me? Besides my blood, anyway?” You asked.

He glanced down as he let out another chuckle, “You can offer me something special, something that would help me and my friends.”

You nodded at this, you figured he was talking about the blood bank attached to your hospital. What you didn’t understand was why you? There were several other local hospitals, all with blood banks.

“But you’re pretty, doll. And smart too,” He spoke, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Mm-” You hummed, curiosity still filling your head with questions, “and what exactly do I gain by helping you?”

“My protection, and the fact that I won’t kill you for refusing me,” his eyes flashed red, as if warning you to press your luck. When he put it that way, you didn’t have much of a choice, more concerned for your own safety.

“I’m Jinyoung,” he introduced himself as the bartender collected his money, “Let’s get you home, Y/N.”

He was true to his word, walking you home from the bar, and promising to walk you home from work whenever you had a shift. He left you his number and a promise that one of the members of his coven would be in touch about the details.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Jinyoung walked you home after every shift, and you gave the coven as much blood as you can without drawing suspicion. Now, your system was a well-oiled one. Not as clumsy as you had been in the beginning, you were getting away with taking more and more. Jinyoung was often texting you, and in normal situations, you would have considered him a good friend. He was always touchy with you, but he never crossed any boundaries. You weren’t sure how it worked with vampire boys, but you were pretty sure he liked you.

The first time you had ever gone to the JYP coven’s base, whispers filled the halls. Things like “oh, so that’s boss’s girl” and “she’s pretty”. These weren’t the first suspicions you had, but they proved to be the most convincing. Especially because of the way Jinyoung reacted to the new fledgling calling you pretty. Safe to say, you and Jinyoung were close. So naturally, you were a little concerned when he texted you that he was unable to walk you home tonight because there was a big meeting with another coven.

It must’ve been serious for Jinyoung to abandon you, something he had never once done. You knew you’d be fine, the only trouble you had ever had walking home being the trouble that Jinyoung himself had caused. Really, you should’ve put it together earlier. You knew about the meeting, and you knew the only other coven in town were JYP’s rivals. You realized it too late, something you figured out as you were being dragged off of the streets and into a van.

Your captors weren’t cruel, but you knew it was because you were being used as a bargaining chip. You felt especially bad after skipping the last month of self-defense classes (as Jinyoung insisted). Maybe you would have some idea of what to do to be less helpless. To be less human. But you didn’t, and now you were tied to this very uncomfortable chair while you waited.

You had no concept of how long you had been in the room, it had felt like hours, days even. You wondered if the hospital would report you missing, or if they would just end up firing you for missing so many shifts.

You jumped as the door opened, a man appearing before you with your phone in his hand.

“Answer and tell him you’re ok,” The man commanded, giving you no sympathy as he held the phone up to your ear.

“Y/N?” Jinyoung's voice rang out of the receiver, “Are you hurt, what are they doing to you, where are you?”

“I’m ok Jinyoung,” You started, “They haven’t don- hey!”

The man taking the receiver and pressing the end call. “Sorry, doll, but he wouldn’t stop calling.”

The man dragged his finger across your jawline and down your neck, tapping lightly on the space between your shoulder and neck. Bile rose in your throat at him calling you doll and the way his hands lingered on you. You turned your head to avoid his touch, the nickname doll ringing through your ears. Jinyoung’s nickname for you, and no one else's.

“Ah ah,” the man tsked your wriggling, eyes briefly going red as he pressed harshly on your shoulder, “I’m in charge here.”

“What do you want from me?” You questioned your resolve to get out of this mess building within you.

The man just laughed, “You humans, always thinking the world revolves around you. I was surprised when Jinyoung brought you into his operation, though it was a little stupid, honestly. Why steal blood when there are billions of walking blood banks walking around the world? What’s really interesting though, Y/N, are his feelings for you.”

“Jinyoung and I are just friends,” you tried, to which the man just laughed. You felt the lump in your throat grow, you had a feeling you weren’t gonna make this out alive that easily.

“Oh, darling. Jinyoung loves you, in fact,” he started, smiling as his phone buzzed,” he just killed twelve of my men to come and find you. I didn’t get it at first, you are just an average human, not even that cute. But now that I have you here,” he paused, sliding a knife (that you had no idea when he grabbed) through your palm, “now that I can smell your blood, I know why.”

You tried to shimmy away from him, but there was nothing you could do as he licked the blood from your new cut.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked, tears starting to fall as his fangs started to dig into your wrist. “He’s gonna kill you!”

“Doll,” he smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, “When you’ve been alive for thousands of years, death is the best present you can get.”

Your fear increased with his words. If his goal was to be killed, he would have no care if you lived or died. In fact, you wouldn’t be shocked if he would kill you, just to piss Jinyoung off. You winced as his teeth dug deeper into your arm, his bloodthirsty moans filling the otherwise quiet room. He dropped your arm, blood running down his chin as he moved towards your neck.

“It’s time now doll,” he whispered, fangs touching your skin gently.

“Get the fuck away from her, Jimin.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, Jinyoung was here, Jinyoung was going to save you. You shuddered as you felt Jimin smile against the crux of your neck.

“It took you long enough, Jinyoung,” he whispered, grunting in pain as Jinyoung drove a stake through his heart.

You were pretty sure that the blood dripping from Jimin’s mouth was no longer yours, and instead his own. It was darker, almost black. It covered his chin and his neck. He winked at you, before closing his eyes, his breathing slowing. Jinyoung was quick to push him off of you, his body quickly going limp. You hadn’t realized how much blood you had lost until you noticed your vision fading. You knew Jinyoung was saying something to you, you could see his mouth moving, but your ears were ringing as he got you free and picked you up.

The next time you opened your eyes, you were in a strange bedroom. If the man sitting in the chair next to you was any indication of whose room you were in, then you knew you were ok. Jinyoung jumped up when he noticed your eyes had opened.

“Are you ok?” He hurried over, large hand caressing your face, “Can I get you anything?”

You looked away, tears filling your eyes, “Jinyoung…”

“Doll, why are you crying? What’s happening?”

You felt his other hand gently force your head back so that he could look into your eyes. ‘

“Jimin-” you started, Jinyoung immediately tensing at the mere mention of his name, “Why did he take me?”

Jinyoung looked away, and you were positive that had he been human, he would be blushing.

“You mean a lot to me, Y/N. More than you will ever know,” he smiled sadly.

“Will you please just tell me that you’re in love with me so that I can kiss your stupid face?” you groaned, a stray tear falling down your face. Jinyoung paused at your words, searching your face for any sign of joke. When he didn’t see one, he grinned, pressing his lips against your own.

He was the first to break away, a whine erupting from your throat at the lack of contact. This alone was enough for him to kiss you again. Deeper, and passionately. You felt his love, radiating from his cold body, your heart rate increasing as he ran his hands over your chest and down your sides.

“Someone’s excited,” he groaned, pressing a gentle kiss to your collarbone and resting his ear against the spot on your chest where your heart lay. “You have no idea how happy I am that I can hear this again. You’re ok.”

“I’m ok,” you whispered, breath hitching as he squeezed your chest. He helped you shimmy the white shirt that clad your body off and immediately dove into your breasts. He rolled one of your nipples between his finger, a moan escaping your mouth as he took the other into his mouth. You hadn’t seen Jinyoung this emotional, he was littering kisses on every part of your skin, placing more in the areas where Jimin’s bites lingered.

From your experience in the coven, you knew vampires didn’t like it when others bite what they think to be theirs. One of the reasons Bang Chan had been heavily reprimanded for attacking you was because Jinyoung had claimed you. You were his.

Your heart soared at the thought, and Jinyoung smirked against your chest, clearly reading your thoughts.

“Say it,” he growled, pressing a wet kiss against your abdomen and moving to your core.

“I’m yours, Jinyoung.”

He lost his composure then, eating your core like he was starved. Not that you were complaining. You couldn’t stay still, the pleasure multiplying from your core and warming your whole body.

Moan after moan spilled from your lips as Jinyoung brought you closer to the edge. You were begging him now, desperate to get your release. He ignored your pleas, pressing a final kiss on your clit before tearing his clothes off. He pumped his member a few times before pushing himself into your tight heat. You both groaned, Jinyoung sinking all the way into you. He let out a curse before he started moving, giving you only a second to adjust to him. The burn felt good and tickled at the knot that had been building before.

His pace was sloppy, probably due to the fact he hadn’t had sex in hundreds of years. However, he knew how to use his length. Maneuvering your legs to hit all of the spots that had you breathless. You were getting close again, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the bite Jimin had left on your wrist.

“Jinyoung, bite me.”

Jinyoung’s eyes snapped open, his pace slowing as he looked at you incredulously, “There’s no way, you’ve lost so much blood.”

“Jinyoung, please,” you begged, your core tightening around his cock and causing him to groan, “I don’t want his marks to be the only thing on me.”

Jinyoung just pressed a kiss to your forehead, starting up his pace again. “No, doll. I promise I won’t be able to control myself when I know you are stronger.”

You just whined, but he pressed a warning kiss to your lips. You were both moaning into the kiss, and you weren’t sure how it happened, but you found yourself with a split lip. All of Jinyoung’s control was out of the window at the sight of your blood. His pace quickening as he licked your cut and into your mouth. At the taste of your blood, his eyes shifted into the red you had seen months ago in the hospital.

He hovered in the crook of your neck, whispering, “Are you sure you are ok with this?”

“God, please, Jinyoung.”

You came as his fangs punctured your sin. Jinyoung quickly licking up your spilling blood. You felt his cock twitch within you, but he was still desperately biting your chest and tasting your blood.

You knew he hadn’t bit very deep, because you were barely spilling any blood, but Jinyoung didn’t seem to care. He pressed soothing kisses everywhere he could reach. Whispering one word over and over.

“Mine.”

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amydancepants-peralta · 4 years

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So here’s a little headcanon that I wrote, that absolutely no-one asked for, totally inspired by this post by @Upworthy on Instagram that completely melted my heart. (aka, a fic where Jake goes to ballet class with his daughter and everyone’s heart explodes just a little bit 💕💕)

(Full disclosure, I have no idea what I think they will call their child, or even if they will have their daughter. There have been some amazing options thrown around, and I here for all of them!)

tutu tuesday 🩰👯‍♀️

Jake Peralta, in case anybody is asking, is one of the most bad-ass detectives New York has ever seen. The best, in fact (a statement he can now make a little more confidently, given that his wife is now a Lieutenant). He has seen things that could make even the toughest cringe, and he can handle any situation that the world throws at him.

Except, it seems, Tutu Tuesday at his daughter Mia’s dance class.

He’d been so confident walking in today. His mother had been so insistent that he knew how to dance properly (it’s an incredibly charming skill, Jacob, and not up for negotiation) that spare time during his youth had been filled with dance classes not dissimilar to this. It was a expertise that few knew about, mainly because he rarely mentioned it without turning bright red, but he was actually fluent in the art of ballroom dancing, and after two years of lessons, a master at tap. And sure, it had been a few years (okay, maybe more than a few) since he’d actually danced, but it was just like riding a bike …. right?

Wrong.

His feet wouldn’t turn out the right way, his frame refused to lock into place, and he was just a bumbling mess of oversized limbs and mumbled apologies that kept accidentally bumping into people whenever he tried to move.

His daughter, on the other hand?

“No Daddy, like this!” She giggles, raising her hands up as high as she can reach them and spinning, and she definitely didn’t get this from Amy but she turns so gracefully, so weightlessly, this beautiful hybrid of messy curls and a button nose that (thank god) she had inherited from her mother and his heart just may not be able to contain how cute this is. Not for the first time since her birth, Jake wishes he had a Go-Pro permanently strapped to his head, purely to capture all of these tiny but incredible moments, because it doesn’t seem possible for him to be able to remember all of them, but somehow he does.

He can’t wait to get home to Amy, to tell her about their day, and also he just noticed one of the waiting moms taking video of the whole thing and he’s definitely going to ask her for a copy.

“And one, two, three and plié!” Miss Melissa the dance teacher calls out from the front of the class, and quickly Mia moves back into position in front of Jake before bending her knees outwards so smoothly it appears second nature. Jake copies his daughter’s action, ignoring the definite creak that came from his left knee or the tiny twinge of pain that came from his nearly decade old bullet wound, and steadfastly ignores the mirror on the wall opposite them.

“Lift up!” the teacher calls out and Jake leans forward, gripping his daughter carefully around the waist and raising her up high.

“And time to twirl!”

Jake turns in a circle, praying that he’s staying within their own dance space as Mia’s ribcage vibrates with giggles. Her body is held into a tiny arabesque position, arms and legs as straight as she can manage through her contagious giggles, and the smile on her face could light up the entire room. Jake can feel his body swaying to the side as the spinning makes him dizzy, and he tightens his grip slightly before lowering to the ground with the other dancers, smiling when Mia immediately envelopes his legs in a giant hug.

His lower back is aching, his knee is absolutely throbbing and this did not go the way he had expected it to (what on earth happened to his dancer’s frame, damnit?) but his daughter was bursting with happiness and he was so very, very grateful that he got to attend ballet class today.

“That was so fun, Daddy!” Mia tells him, voice muffled by his sweater, and Jake’s heart soars.

Keeping one hand on her back, Jake uses the other to push his glasses back up (today was his first day off in ten days, and contacts seemed like way too much effort this morning), glancing over at the other dads beside him and feeling relieved when they looked just as exhausted as he did. Marco, the father of Mia’s dance class bestie Harper, widened his eyes in Jake’s direction, pretending (or maybe not pretending) to wipe a line of sweat off his brow. At the front of the room, Miss Melissa announces today’s class was over, asking all the children to give a round of applause to all the parents that had come to class today.

Jake gives a tiny bow in Mia’s direction, lifting his hand up for a high five when she finishes clapping, and lets out a relieved sigh that finally he could relax again.

Parenting was tough, guys.

“Okay, madam Mia, remember our story?” Jake asks as he switches off the car engine, turning in his seat to smile at his daughter still safely ensconced in her carseat.

“Dance class then straight home! No icecweam at all!” Her tiny voice cries out, raising one tiny hand across her mouth in a ‘my lips are sealed’ motion she had definitely picked up from her mother.

“Exactly, baby girl.” Grabbing one of the wet wipes from the holder Amy installed in the centre console, Jake unbuckles his seat beat and leans towards his daughter, wiping the remnants of the ice cream that they absolutely did not have from her face before getting out of the car. She is a wriggly worm of excitement as they make their way along the footpath to their apartment, feet still stretched out in perfect points as she practices her pirouettes.

“Imma show Mommy how good I’ve gotten!” Mia announces as Jake unlocks the door to the building, bounding towards the elevator with such energy that he needs to push his aching legs into double time just to keep up.

Her tiny ballet slipper covered feet slap against the hardwood floors that lead to their front door, and she bursts into their home as soon as Jake turns the key, racing over to Amy in the kitchen before Jake’s even crossed over the threshold.

“Mommy, Mommy! Daddy danced with me today and the teacher said I was rooly good and we definitely didn’t have any ice cream at all!” Her words bounce off the kitchen cabinets as she races into Amy’s arms, and Jake steadfastly looks the other way as Amy clocks the words ice cream and definitely.

“Wow, that sounds like a lot of fun, Mia!” Amy responds with a laugh, clapping politely as her daughter begins to display her turns, holding third position as she finishes. “Very good, sweetheart!”

“You shoulda seen Daddy, he was soooo funny!” Their daughter giggles, pointing at Jake before covering her mouth to conceal her laughter.

“I bet he was, baby. How about we get changed out of our tutus and into our regular clothes, and you can come back and tell Mommy about the rest of your day?” Mia nods, waiting until Amy has bent down to leave a kiss on the top of her head before running towards her bedroom, the tulle edges of her skirt scraping against the door frame as she runs.

“I’ll have you know, I glided like an angel in that classroom.” Jake begins, walking into the kitchen and giving Amy a kiss in greeting.

“I’m sure you did, babe.” Amy winks, ruffling his hair good naturedly. “But what’s this I hear about ice cream, Detective?”

He winces, glancing in the direction of their daughter’s bedroom before leaning in for another soft kiss. “You know I can’t help myself when she looks at me with those gorgeous eyes of hers, Ames.” He rubs his nose against his wife’s before continuing. “I’m a sucker for them, and because they’re the same as yours, I totally hold you responsible. Besides, she knows the rule. No ice cream after dinner if she’s had some earlier.”

Amy’s eyebrows lift as she pulls away slightly, leaving her hands gripped tightly around Jake’s waist. “You’re going to deal with the meltdown later, Peralta.”

“Fair call.” He leans in for another kiss, because he truly can’t get enough of his wife, before leaning back to pull his phone out of his pocket. “Would it help if I told you that I have video from our class today to show you?”

“Um, YES! Why didn’t you lead with that? Gimme!”

Laughing, Jake hands over his phone before turning his attention to the ingredients for dinner that Amy had begun to lay out on the bench. She was an excellent planner, but not so excellent chef, and surprisingly he had taken to the role like a duck to water.

He hears a snort behind him as he reaches for a frypan from the cupboard, half turning to watch Amy’s shoulders begin to shake with laughter as she pauses the video on his phone.

“Soo … by ‘glided like an angel’, you totally meant ‘stumbled like a baby calf learning how to walk’, right?”

“Hey! I was very graceful.”

Amy nods slowly, the barely contained smile on her face completely giving her true opinion away.

“Ballet is hard, babe! Honestly, I do not recommend.”

“No doubt! But Mia looks like she loved it.”

He turns fully at that, leaning his weight against the kitchen counter. “She is so amazing, Ames. Our girl can move.” Throwing Amy a wink, Jake continues. “No idea where she gets it from, though.”

Her hand slaps against his shoulder, and he captures it before she can get away, leaving an apologetic kiss against her palm. “Sorry, babe.”

Amy’s eyes narrow slightly but she shakes her head with a sighed, “No, you’re right.”, before leaning her head against Jake’s chest, arms encircling around his waist. “It’s about time there was a Santiago child that could dance, though. And I’m totally proud that it’s ours!”

A heavy thump and the unmistakeable sound of multiple items falling echoes down the hallway, interrupting their quiet moment, and Amy lifts herself out of Jake’s arms with a groan. “One of these days, she’s going to be able to get changed without making a mess. This is totally your genes at play here, Peralta.”

Jake’s unable to argue as Amy hurries out of the kitchen, watching her hips sway (still a favourite of his) before moving a few ingredients to the cutting board and reaching for a small dose of paracetamol from their first aid kit.

Parenting was hard, and his dancers frame was all but completely gone, but all of it was one hundred percent worth it.

#okay so I don't know where this came from #but I couldn't help myself #suddenly it was written #and it's too cute not to share #i hope you like it #b99 fanfic #jake x amy fanfic #peraltiago fanfiction #b99 fic #peraltiago children is a new avenue for me #hope this works!

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isabeaued · 4 years

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hello , world . i’m so stupid & it took me too long to write this & it ? still didn’t turn out good anyway , so that’s just where i’m at . i’m cc , nineteen from the cst w she / her pronouns & this is isabeau , who’s a brand new muse that i’m ? already loving sm & i can’t to develop her here , i think she deserves a little growth fjdslkfjdslfsj . but please like this & i’ll come to you , or let me know if you prefer d*scord !

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* muse 3 seems like isabeau hwang , a cis female from edinburgh who graduated from oxford with the class of 2019 . apparently she is a twenty - one year old economics & business administration student at st. astor , so they must be pretty smart , or just pretty damn lucky . i heard they’re a taurus & quite hedonistic & gallant , which kinda makes sense , but i also hear that they can be habituated & fleeting , which puts me off a bit , to be honest . what do you think ? i’m not really sure how i feel about them . the fact that they resemble jeon heejin sorta helps , though . three things that immediately come to mind whenever i see them are hiding hot tears while being ankle deep in ocean water while clad in expensive silk , champagne stained dresses , & redacted ; but keep that last one between us , yeah ?

𝓲. 𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 .

birth name : hwang soo min current name : isabeau hwang nickname(s) : not a nickname person . age : twenty - one gender / pronouns : cis gendered female / she / her / hers orientation : pansexual / panromantic hometown : edinburgh , scotland faceclaim : jeon heejin muse : 3 , who is stuck in an arranged engagement .

fun facts : daughter of two business moguls who combined their talents & business into one big company ( HHW – a global financing company ) , was hauled all over the world as a kid but still sports a SCOTTISH ACCENT , annoyingly good at drawing & art – but it’s just a hobby , has a closet full of designer & still prefers ratty old clothes that smell like home , always smells like a mix of jasmine & orange blossom – but doesn’t wear perfume , skipped a year of school & was usually a year younger than her peers in her class , currently spiraling VERY badly .

aesthetic : hiding hot tears while being ankle deep in ocean water while clad in expensive silk , waking up alone on cold silk sheets despite a full list of contacts , floating face down in an infinity pool to see how long she can hold her breath , the wind picking up raven locks that blow around her face as she regains her control , an ever present lump in her throat that she’ll never get to rid herself of , a cursed engagement ring she’s already thrown over a cliff just for it to reappear on her finger & dimming the sun with every step taken toward a future she can’t escape .

playlist : pan!c by audrey mika , to die for by sam smith , cautious by max leone , modern loneliness by lauv , kings & queens by ava max , wicked game by grace carter .

𝓲𝓲. 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕝𝕖 .

oh , how the birds sang the morning of her birth . with aphrodite & hera as witness , soo min is born with a strong cry , her mother exhausted after an extensive labor . the first thing her mother does is cry – because she didn’t want a daughter . what a cruel world to be born in as a female , what a barbaric father to be raised by as a daughter . but , soo min is born & she is blessed by the ANGELS ; the cherubs that linger over her as she grows from baby to toddler to child . hair in pigtails , soo min adopts the name isabeau from a caretaker – a nanny in gray who speaks with an accent she’ll soon acquire for herself . her parents try to teach her how to drop the scottish , but it’s her mother tongue – if they didn’t want her speaking that way , they should’ve stepped in & raised her themselves . but isabeau knows , even at a young age , that her parents are busy . mother is starting careers , sending young stars onto stages while father is content with giving out loans to the most corrupt of companies . she’s seven , blowing out her birthday candles while her father makes a deal to give money to the devil – one million dollars to destroy a couple of lives . is there a price on life ? yes , it’s the first thing she remembers .

but not even the devil can dim the starlight that shines within her . pure sunlight , isabeau is raised with a quiet glee in her system . she skips down sidewalks clad in yellow dresses , her hair is pulled back by ribbons while she holds hands with her nanny , excited about her life & everything the world has to offer . the older she gets , the less she smiles , the harder it becomes to see the sunshine through the gray clouds called in by her parents . her mother works with father now , they swindle the poor with promises of a better future , they invest in corporations who shoot bullets at the atmosphere , they dip their hands in blood as long as it gives them a hefty paycheck . isabeau lacks the same fire she used to equip , scarred & hurt by parents who tried to teach a rabbit to be a wolf . she goes to sleep with her nanny stroking her hair , crying over lives ruined by money , greed & corruption . isabeau is GOOD at heart , she wants the sun to shine on everyone that walks the earth . so while she puts on a mask , becomes a predator the way they want her to be , isabeau never loses her soft heart .

& they should’ve chosen their wish carefully . every wish has a price . she can maneuver her way around a conference room before she’s eighteen , can close a deal with men who look down on her before twenty - one . her words masked with honey while her parents look on with pride , unaware that she’s not on their side . deals she makes that harm the company , but nobody will know until it’s too late . isabeau is talented , manipulative for the good – not for the army of evil she was raised in . then , slapped across the face on the day of her graduation with an announcement . marriage , at twenty - three when she finishes her master’s , an engagement ring she doesn’t want to wear , betrothed to a boy of evil . he’s a remnant of everyone isabeau knows , corrupted by the devil , blessed by the demons & she is to join hands with him , join their families so they can continue a path of wickedness on earth . she’s never felt so hopeless , quiet & small while being fitted for wedding dresses at twenty , hiding her tears while she throws a damned ring into the sea – only for it to be fished out hours later . she runs as far as she can for higher education , hiding behind rehearsed smiles & her wealth . the closer she gets to twenty - three , the less the sun shines . isabeau becomes less like herself , waking up in clothes that aren’t her own , acting out of character , losing time . but , a sliver of hope ; because it doesn’t matter how far gone she is , isabeau was blessed by the angels – hope is always with her .

𝓲𝓲𝓲. 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 .

exterior . almost mirrored to her parents , people know isabeau from her parents – the ruthless , cold financial company holders who are famous for funding the most corrupt companies . equipped with a resting bitch face ( taught by her mother , of course ) exterior wise isabeau is unapproachable , unattainable . her wealth holds her above ninety - nine percent of the population & people know that – from the way she talks & walks , how she holds herself , how she behaves at social gatherings . almost royalty , she’s cut herself off from many friends – most leaving anyway when they find out who her parents are & what they’ve done .

even so , a girl who always knows where the fun is – she’s clearly stuck in a spiral , falling deeper into a hole that she seemingly doesn’t want help with . isabeau is friends with a lot of people , but not many people are friends with her . stuck in a path of self destruction , she’s lost the sunlight that used to lead her life . often found at night , kneeling by the waterside shedding drunken tears because she’s losing control of her life . isabeau knows she’ s worth so much more , but in every way – she’s trapped & locked in for a fate she doesn’t want .

interior . she’s sharp & witty , remnants of the brightness still remain when focused . she excels at classwork , top of her class while she sits front row with glasses on , answering questions & befriending professors . it’s evident that there’s so much more to isabeau than just the daughter of two bringers of evil , but heartbreak & lost friendships hold her back from making new friends easily . a girl who longs for GOOD , there’s no other way to explain that isabeau is good at heart .

she will always fight for the light , stand up for the underdogs in the most elegant ways . her mind is always running , schemes playing out in her head when it looks like she’s spacing out . she is manipulative & always calculated , does nothing without a motive , without a deeper meaning behind it – but there’s no malice behind her intentions . isabeau does bad for good , fights for the just cause by fighting the way she was taught . not to be trifled with , but not to be worried about lest you’re as evil as the devils she was raised with .

𝓲𝓿. 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 .

these are all most wanted !

betrothed ( m / nb ) , which is a long shot , i know – but please give me the dude who isabeau is engaged to . he doesn’t have to be as evil as described , but his parents aren’t good people either & he doesn’t exactly give off the image of a pristine person ( not , that isabeau does either – but ... you know ) . give me the drama & the angst of “maybe i do care , but i shouldn’t” while she spirals & the “you think i wanted this , isabeau ?” & all the fuckin PAIN !

rich kid trio ( any , 2 ) , people as wealthy as isabeau that she knows of due to family dinners , event galas & being products of the dirty , rotten rich . sure , they’re really only acquaintances , but nobody protects their own like the one percent , so these three have joined forces & have had each other’s backs since arrival at st . astor .

everything else , a roommate ( probably in some high end house they’re renting together ) , a business partner , a study buddy / someone she tutors , party buddies , someone who pushes her further into her spiral , anyone else with a funky accent that she likes to hang out with & their accents get stronger together , anything with angst please !

𝓿. 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 .

i’d love to get all these plots filled up , or any ones that you might have bc i’ve got sm fuckin’ muse for isabeau & this ! but if you’ve read this whole thing jesus , you’re amazing & i love u sm . please like this & i’ll come to u or lmk if u prefer disc & we can go there !

#euphoriahqs:intro #y'all want a mid - spiral b - i - c - t - h ?#here u go !

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telltaleclerk · 4 years

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Tag Game!

I was tagged by @tilliwriteapine - THANK YOU!!! THIS IS SO GREAT!!! And I had WAY too much fun learning about you!

1. What was the last movie you watched in theaters? Birds of Prey

2. What’s your favorite game to play? Magic the Gathering - I’ve been playing for about 20 years, and the last time I counted, we have about 50,000 cards or so.

3. Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla for ice cream, but chocolate for cake.

4. What’s the last show you binge-watched? Star Trek DS9

5. Do you have any pets? Two chihuahua rescues - my little pupple boys Loki and Larry

6. What’s your favorite fairy tale? Gah! I don’t know if I could pick a favourite fairy tale...

7. Who’s your favorite superhero? Nightwing is my boy. I love him too much.

8. Who’s you favorite Disney Princess? Ariel or Jasmine - hard tie - OH WAIT!!! SHURI’S A DISNEY PRINCESS TECHNICALLY ISN’T SHE?! Cause then: Shuri 110% no question. I love Shuri SOOO MUCH.

9. Where’s the first place you’re going to go after the social distancing is over? Out for lunch with my husband. Just a nice simple date with some good food I didn’t have to cook myself.

10. Cookies or Cake? CAKE

+ 10 questions

1. which show could you watch over and over? X-Files up to S7

2. favourite song lyric? Hooboy. What a super tough question! AH! “Cause when I’m with you, you’re the crescendo to that melody, that melody I love” from Everyday is a Holiday with You by Esthero

3. favourite season of your favourite tv show? X-Files - S6 - Come ON Arcadia, Bad Blood... EPIC SEASON.

4. what never fails to make you smile/happy? Chatting with my friends online - you know who you are!

5. how are you doing with all that’s going on in the world (virus, having to do social distancing, etc)? Turns out this is kinda the way I live my life on a regular basis... all of my BEST friends are online friends... And I’m never more happy than when I’m snuggly in my office writing something. So... I’ve actually been pretty ok. I get frustrated with people who just won’t LISTEN... like the guys are work who were all talking about going out and getting tanked on St Patrick’s Day... I just wish people understood. But generally I’m ok.

6. we all love new music to listen to, name an artist that is underrated/you think people should check out? The Zolas - AAAAHHHH I LOVE THEM - Also repping Canadian content... but I love them SOOO much... they are my current favourite band, which is saying a lot considering they took the crown from the Foo Fighters. Just LISTEN to Escape Artist and tell me it doesn’t speak to your SOUL!!!

7. tv show or movie? TV Show - I love getting attached to the characters and following them through long term development.

8. favourite holiday? Christmas - there’s just something about the season... and this little bright light of happiness in the darkest of seasons.

9. a song that describes you? Honestly the song that makes me think MOST of my mental state and where I’m at right now.. is a song from my teen years: The Middle by Jimmy Eat World - whenever I hear that song I think he’s speaking directly to me EVERY TIME... and it wasn’t as meaningful when I was a teen, but it gets me now... every time.

10. describe your tumblr in three words? Fandom Dumpster Fire

+5 questions

1. What is your favorite hobby? Writing

2. What is your favorite book? Or/and a really good book you’ve read recently? The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stievfater has quickly climbed to the top of my extensive list of favourite books. I love the characters soo much, and her writing is just so lyrical and poetic and amazing. Specifically The Dream Thieves is my favourite book in the series... because it’s Ronan’s book... and I feel like that reckless, careless boy has a place in all of us.

3. What is your favorite Ship that will never happen (Or hasn’t happened yet)? DUDE!!! McDanno should have happened. 100% McDanno should be canon... the queerbaiting is OUT OF THIS WORLD insane... and I just.. can’t... Probably number 2 is Sterek... and the reason that one hurts so much is just because the actors fully endorsed it in that stupid TV Guide video... “Sterek all the way.”... and I just... that hurts.

4. If you could spend the day with any living celebrity, who would it be? Dave Grohl. I love him. And I think it would be a fucking BLAST to hang out with him.

5. The best worst movie you’ve ever seen. A movie that you know objectively is trash but you can’t help but really enjoy it. Centre Stage... I will watch that movie on repeat until the day I die. The acting in it is atrocious... the writing even worse... and yet... yet...

Questions by @tilliwriteapine

1. If/when you read, do you prefer an eReader or an actual physical book? Physical book - I find with an ereader that there are too few words per page... and constantly flipping pages at the speed I read it.. distracting to me. That might sound like a weird reason... but it pulls me out of the story and I can’t stand for that.

2. Favorite movie? A River Runs Through It. I love it so much. We just rewatched it the other day and when... *gets choked up* Robert Redford delivered the last line at the end... I just... *gets more choked up* I cried my face off... tears streaming down my face... It is. SOOOO GOOOD.

3. What does a normal day look for you? Get up, walk dogs, go to work, daydream while doing my mundane job (that I actually really enjoy because I’m good at it and it makes me proud), come home and write, sleep and then wake up to do it all over again.

Three questions of my own devising... if you’ve been tagged by me, answer these ones too!!! And then add three of your own when you do yours. Plus tag ALL the people!

1. Have you ever watched a show and/or movie for ONE character? If yes, WHO?!

2. What is your ULTIMATE concert (musicians/bands from ANY period alive or dead)?

3. Book that you were forced to read in school that you hated the most.

I am tagging... Hmmmm @frozenmemories1987 @orianess @lavendersblues @thethistlegirl @deltajackdalton @bgharison @bands-space-and-monsters-oh-my @two-of-swords-621 @12percentplan @mutatedsilverunicorn

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noona-clock · 5 years

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Which One? Joo Hyuk - Part 5

Genre: Coffee Shop!AU

Pairing: Joo Hyuk x You

Warnings: None

Prologue, Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, Epilogue | Words: 1,862

Joo Hyuk had told you to come ‘whenever’ today, assuring you the shop usually wasn’t busy on Sundays.

The only problem was... when should ‘whenever’ be?

You knew you could be like one of those casual, carefree people and just... go when you felt like it. When you had time.

But what if the time you chose to go ended up being unusually busy? Then you would feel like a fool, and you’d either have to wait for things to die down or just come back another time.

...This kind of thinking was just one reason why you were currently single.

You were so tempted to just message him and ask when you should come, but you didn’t want to sound like a weirdo. He had already told you any time would work!

So, you decided to simply... pick a time.

It was currently half-past nine in the morning, so how about you go over there around 1pm?

But maybe that would be when most people would go. It was right after lunch, and anywhere from 1-4pm was the time most people needed a caffeinated pick-me-up.

You couldn’t really go later than that, though, because there was a Tigers game tonight. It was an away game, so you weren’t actually going, but you still made a point to watch every away game on television.

So... what if you went now?

The shop was open, after all, and it was Sunday morning. Most people weren’t out and about on Sunday morning, and if they were, they weren’t at coffee shops.

Actually, the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Now was the perfect time! So, you gathered up your camera equipment, grabbed your phone and keys, and you headed off to The Mug.

Of course, you still worried about it as you drove there. Because you were ridiculous. And the idea of seeing Joo Hyuk again after yesterday just made you nervous! He had rescued you from an awkward situation! He had put his hands on your shoulders! He had smiled at you! He had looked at you from afar!

Not to mention all the flirtatious messages the two of you had been sending back and forth.

Speaking of... maybe you should message him. Just in case.

Once you parked outside of the shop, you slid your phone out of your pocket and brought up your conversation with Joo Hyuk on Instagram.

And before he could make fun of you, you closed the app and put your phone away. You lugged your camera bag out from the passenger seat, heaving it over your shoulder before heading up to the entrance.

Rather than let your nerves get the best of you and keep you waiting outside of the door as you gathered the courage to walk in, you simply took a small breath and pushed your way inside.

Joo Hyuk was behind the counter, and he visibly perked up when you walked in. A smile appeared on his lips, and he lifted his hand to wave at you.

“Hey,” he greeted, his eyes locked on you as you made your way to the register.

“Good morning,” you said with a somewhat bashful grin. “I probably should have messaged you before I left, but...”

“No, it’s fine,” he chuckled, his smile growing (and making your heart grow, too. Or at least glow.) “You could’ve just come in for a drink if we had been busy.”

“This is true,” you agreed, nodding.

“Speaking of, do you want anything?”

“Well, that depends,” you sighed as you gripped the strap of your camera bag. “Are we going to talk about what you guys were wanting or did you want me to just take some pictures first?”

“We should probably talk,” Joo Hyuk nodded slowly. “That way you know what to take pictures of.”

“Ah, yes, that makes sense,” you chuckled. “In that case, my usual green tea latte. I need lots of caffeine.”

“Because talking to me will be so boring?” he asked teasingly as he reached for a fresh mug to get your drink started.

“N--no!” you retorted. “Talking to you is not boring, I just -- it’s Sunday morning! I was out late last night!”

Joo Hyuk raised his eyebrows and glanced at you with some surprise. “Oh yeah? Did you go somewhere after you left here?”

You blinked... and then you chuckled guiltily.

“No... but being out after 9 is late to me,” you explained with very warm cheeks.

“Ah, got it,” he murmured. But you could tell he was trying to hold back a grin. Or even a laugh. Or something which would give away the fact that he was thoroughly amused by your statement.

“Okay, then,” you sighed. “I’m going to find a table and set up shop.”

Ji Soo walked through the Employees Only door behind the counter just then, and he immediately furrowed his brow and frowned at you. “Ooh, good luck with that. Doesn’t look like there’s an empty seat in the house.”

You turned around quickly and saw quite the opposite. Joo Hyuk had told you just five minutes ago there was only one customer here, and he hadn’t been exaggerating. But you decided to play along, anyway. “Oh, darn, you’re right. I don’t see any place to sit.”

“Well, I’ll try my best to find you once I finish your drink,” Joo Hyuk added.

You flashed him a grin before heading off to a table by the window and getting out your phone. You opened up the editing app you used for Instagram as well as examples of all the different presets he could use.

Joo Hyuk joined you just a few minutes later, your green tea latte in hand. He set it down carefully on the table before grabbing the chair across from you and pulling it over so he could sit next to you, instead.

“So,” you began, avoiding looking at him so you could continue to breathe properly. “Did you have any ideas for what you want your theme to be?”

Joo Hyuk didn’t answer for a few moments as he rested his chin thoughtfully in his palm. And then he said, “No. I have no idea.”

“That’s okay,” you chuckled. “I have plenty.”

You showed him all the presets you had, but after a few examples, you realized he wouldn’t get a clear idea of how it would look since the pictures you had in your phone didn’t have the same lighting as the shop.

“Here, you take a selfie,” you told him, handing him your phone.

“What?! Why?!” he grinned.

“So we can see what the pictures I take here will actually look like! Go on, just take a selfie,” you prodded as you gently nudged his elbow.

Joo Hyuk took your phone with a sigh, but he still held it out and did as you requested.

When he handed your phone back to you, you glanced at him in disbelief. “So, that’s what it’s gonna be like, huh?”

“...What do you mean?”

“That’s how your selfies turn out just on the fly? No filters, no shifting angles? They just look that good without even trying?”

Joo Hyuk laughed shyly, and if you had the courage to look over at him now, you would most likely see his pinkened cheeks.

“So not fair,” you sighed. And then you opened the picture up in your editing app and showed him how it would look with a preset on. You went through several different ones until he stopped you. You had just selected a bright but slightly warm-toned preset, and to be honest... you agreed with him 100%. It fit the atmosphere of the shop to a T, and it would look good on pictures with both people and coffee as the subject.

Now that you had gone over the logistics, you decided to go take some pictures. Joo Hyuk said he really wanted pictures of everything: the shop interior, the drinks, the customers...

“What about you guys? You and Ji Soo?” you asked.

“Pictures of us? Do you think we should post pictures of us?”

“Well, yeah,” you chuckled. “That’s -- I mean, that’s what everyone has been talking about since you guys opened.”

Joo Hyuk’s head jerked back in surprise, and you were surprised that he was so surprised. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“I mean -- ever since the shop opened, all I’ve been hearing about is the guys who own this place and how --” you gulped, but you decided to just tell him. “--how good-looking you guys are.”

Joo Hyuk looked genuinely perplexed, and it was genuinely adorable.

“So, yes, I would most definitely post pictures of you two on Instagram,” you confirmed.

“Well... I mean, I guess,” he shrugged, a very bashful grin on his lips.

“I’ll take pictures around the shop first so you guys can get all the drinks prepared,” you told him, standing up and reaching for your camera.

Joo Hyuk nodded and loped over toward the counter.

Honestly.

What was he doing owning a coffee shop when he could be on the cover of magazines? The guy was a model, plain and simple!

You spent a good half hour taking pictures around the shop. You snapped the chairs and tables, the fireplace, the patio, and you even went outside and got some exterior shots, as well.

By the time you’d finished, Ji Soo and Joo Hyuk had lined up several drinks on the counter. You took pictures of those - both individually and in groups - and then, it was time for the real fun to begin.

“Okay,” you began, tilting your head in thought. “Ji Soo. You pretend to be making a drink, and Joo Hyuk, you stand at the register. Pretend I’m not here, so don’t look at the camera.”

You proceeded to take their pictures and direct them in a mini-photoshoot, telling them what to do and how to pose and whether or not to acknowledge the camera.

When you ran out of ideas, you thanked them for humoring you and looked down at your camera so you could go through all the shots you’d just taken.

“Wait, what about you?” Ji Soo asked.

Your head snapped up to shot him a puzzled look. “Excuse me?”

“We want our customers on our feed, too! You’re a customer!” he grinned.

“...Absolutely not,” you chuckled. “I’m a photographer, not a model.”

“Oh, come on,” Ji Soo taunted, reaching across the counter to try and take your camera away from you. “Just a few, I’ll take them!”

Joo Hyuk put a firm hand on Ji Soo’s arm then, and he raised his eyebrows at his friend. “She said ‘no,’” he told him. “We’ll find other, willing, customers.”

Ji Soo let out a very dramatic sigh... but he still pulled his arm back. “Yeah, okay. When you put it that way.”

Ji Soo then took one of the drinks you’d photographed and began gulping it down. While he wasn’t looking, you shot Joo Hyuk a grateful look and mouthed ‘Thank you.’

He simply nodded.

...And then he winked.

Oh, god.

Part 6

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gimmesumsuga · 6 years

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Orectic (M)

Orectic (adj) - ‘of or concerning desire or appetite’

Pairing: Hoseok x hybrid!reader

Warnings: Gratuitous, tooth-rotting fluff. Smut; kissing, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected penetrative sex, ?breeding kink if you squint hard enough.

Word count: 21K

Thank you @yminie for my beautiful moodboard!

“It'll just be for the week, and it isn’t like you guys haven’t spent any time together by yourselves before!”

It'd seemed like a harmless enough request when Jung Hoseok’s sister had first called him to request he come play sitter for the week; an opportunity to make some quick, easy cash during the winter months when attendance to the dance classes he taught inevitably started to wane.

“C’mon, it'll be fine!”

Sitting was probably the wrong word for it, anyway. You weren't so much a pet; his elder sibling had always been very firm on that matter from the very second she'd first brought you home. You were a companion, a confidant - a best friend who just so happened to be blessed with pointed feline ears, a sleek, silken tail, and a propensity for jumping three foot in the air whenever you turn around to find a well-placed snake-come-cucumber that Hobi may or may not have planted there a few minutes earlier.

Yes, you may have a complete and utter dependence on your guardian to keep a roof over your head and food on the table, but that's not your fault. And it's not as though his sister is wrong; the two of you do get on.

Well… at least these days you do.

When the two of you had first met over a year ago you'd been incredibly wary of him, to begin with; almost to the point where you'd visibly flinch whenever he dare address you or if he ever sat just that little bit too close. Your history hadn't been disclosed by the shelter when his sister had offered you a home, but it didn't take a genius to take a guess as to why you might be so nervous at having an unfamiliar male in your home.

While the practice has recently been made illegal, sexual exploitation remains a grotesque and unfortunate reality for all too many hybrids since they were created less than half a century ago, and it’s something you’ve remained resolutely silent about regardless of the gentle questioning Hoseok's sister has put you through. It breaks his heart to think that that might’ve been something that you’d had to face in the past, but if it was something you’d been subjected to, you sure as hell don’t seem about to admit it.

So, without a legitimate excuse with which to refuse his sister's pleading request, Hobi finds himself agreeing to keep you company for the coming week ahead. It's been a while since you've seen each other so he knows you'll probably take a little while to warm up to him again, but that's ok; he's always been the patient sort. There’s always the catnip he’s stashed in the bottom of his overnight bag, too, should the situation ever be so dire that it’s needed.

The journey to his sister's place doesn't take too long - half an hour, give or take - and along the way Hobi isn't ignorant to the lift in his mood with every mile that passes. He'll never say it out loud, but ever since his old housemate Yoongi moved out (a convenience thing, rather than any ill-feeling between the two of them) the apartment has felt far too quiet. It'll be nice to have someone to spend some time with; something to break up the monotony of his ever-present thoughts.

Index finger pressed firmly against your doorbell, Hobi’s narrow hips swing from side to side at the tinny salsa tune he hears coming from the other side of the door to signal his arrival. There’s a bright smile on his face by the time his sister answers, and when he opens up his arms to her, pulling her into a tight hug, her answering smile is just as wide.

“Jiwoooooo!” he gushes as the familiar scent of her hair floods into his nostrils. She smells safe - she smells like home - and Hobi finds himself lamenting it having been so long since the last time he came around. There’s really no excuse; not when she only lives over the other side of town. “Still just as pretty, I see,” he admires as he pulls away, patting her cheek, and as she grins back he bends to pick up the overnight bag he’d rested down by his feet, stepping over the threshold.

“Ever the charmer, ‘Seok,” she replies with a fond roll of her eyes, pushing the front door closed behind him, “How’s that working out for you? Lured any poor, unsuspecting women into your clutches lately?”

“Not since Soo-In, I’m afraid.” Hobi laughs gleefully at the expression of disgust that contorts his sister’s features at the mention of the night he’d managed to successfully seduce one of her friends - much to her horror at the time. “I must’ve lost my edge.”

Secretly, he’s worried that he might have. He hasn’t slept with anyone at all since then, and six months is starting to feel like an awfully long time…

“We can but hope,” she snarks, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised as she snatches Hobi’s bag right out from his hand and deposits it at the bottom of the stairs before sweeping past him and into the living room. She grabs a jacket hung on the back of one of her soft, crushed velvet armchairs (Hobi’s always thought they’re hideous, but then who is he to talk about good taste?) as she goes and promptly folds it into away her own suitcase, unzipped and hanging open upon her coffee table.

“So, New York, huh? You excited?” He watches her pack, stowing away all the last few essentials she’ll need for the trip she’s barely stopped talking about since she found out she was going just a short few weeks ago. Folding his arms, he notes the time on his watch; she needs to leave soon, or she’ll be late for her flight. Typical Jiwoo, always cutting it fine.

“You have no idea,” she grins maniacally, pausing with her case half zipped up, one sleeve of something hanging out the side, “People are actually gonna see my designs, Hobi. Finally! Important people!”

“So I hear,” he smiles back, and underneath his crossed arms he feels his chest swell with emotion, “Proud of you, sis.”

“I know.” She stuffs the sleeve back in and hurriedly seals the case the rest of the way, patting it firmly once it’s done. “Maybe when I’m a famous fashionista you might actually listen to some of my tips. God knows you need them.”

This time it’s Hobi’s turn to fondly roll his eyes.

“Anyway, the fridge and freezer are fully stocked, all you gotta do is get stuff out in the morning to defrost and try to make it through the week without giving yourself food poisoning.” She hauls her case off of the table with a groan and it thuds heavily on the hardwood floor as she sets it down. He dreads to think how much she’s paid for the extra luggage allowance… “There’s plenty of fish, plenty of lacto-free milk - but you don’t need to worry about that.”

Nodding, Hobi unfolds his arms and takes a glance around the room at the mention of your rather specific dietary needs. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s not noticed you when entering a room; sometimes you sit so silent and still that it’s almost as though you’re not really there until you chose to reveal yourself. He swears you do it on purpose, actually, just to watch him jump and shriek when you suddenly appear, an amused little smile tugging at your lips as he clutches his chest in fear.

“Speaking of; where is my ward?”

“Kitchen,” she replies shortly, exhaling a sigh, “She’s busy doing that whole ‘cold shoulder’ thing she always does whenever she knows I’m going away.”

“Oh.” Taking a few steps forward, Hobi’s able to lean forward to peer round the door to the kitchen which stands slightly ajar, and through the gap he can just about make out your stiff form sat at the kitchen table, back straight and pen in hand.

“Ah, she’ll be fine,” his sister dismisses with a wave of her hand, and as her hand passes her face Hobi notices her eyes suddenly widen as she catches a glimpse at the time. “Hooo shit. Will you shove this in the car for me while I say bye? ThankyouIloveyou,” she gushes, thrusting her suitcase towards him, and like the obliging younger brother he is Hobi does as she asks, lugging her case out onto the drive and stowing it away in the ridiculously small trunk of her equally ridiculous car with an exaggerated groan.

By the time he finds his way back inside and into the kitchen, his sister’s whole torso is wrapped around you from behind, your face almost entirely obscured by the blanket of long, black hair that surrounds you.

“Gonna miss you,” he hears Jiwoo say, squeezing you in her grasp as Hobi watches you attempt to huff her hair out from your face in a series of heavy, exasperated exhales.

“You better,” comes your snarky reply, and after a moment more your pen is begrudgingly laid down and you’re squeezing his sister’s forearm as you quietly insist that she fly safely. When Jiwoo releases you, standing straight, Hobi’s is both surprised and oddly moved by the glassiness he sees in your eyes when they dart his way, your lips parting, embarrassed at being seen in such a way. He wishes that your spine didn’t stiffen again so suddenly on seeing him, or that your tail didn’t immediately increase in size where it hanging through the slats of the kitchen chair on which you sit, glossy fur standing up on end.

It’s only a temporary reaction - he knows that - but it still kinda hurts.

“Hey kitkat,” he smiles, raising one hand in a lame, gentle wave that you slowly return, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you nervously look him up and down with eyes that are just a tiny bit too large for your face. He’s been calling you by that nickname for almost as long as he’s known you, and though you’d initially bristled on hearing it, Hobi couldn’t help but notice over time that a light blush that had started to colour your cheeks whenever he’d say it; a sweet little glimpse at the softness that lays underneath your somewhat frosty exterior.

“Hello Hoseok,” you answer softly, and oh, Hobi had forgotten the way the hairs on the back of his neck always stand up whenever you say it that way. You’re the only person in his life who ever, ever addresses him by his full name, and if he’s honest with himself, he’d happily keep it that way if he could.

Neither of you says anything then, after that, and in the seconds that follow Hoseok’s sister looks back and forth between the two of you, curiously chewing her bottom lip“Well,” she announces to break the silence, walking from the space she’d occupied behind you to approach Hobi instead, her arms held open wide in invitation to a parting hug, “I’ll just leave you two chatterboxes to it, shall I?”

“Love you,” he mumbles into his sister’s hair, embracing her with all the strength he can muster. He may be the younger sibling, but he’s always been fiercely protective of his big sister, and he has a sneaking suspicion that no matter how old they get that’ll always remain the same. “Have fun, alright?”

“Oh you bet your ass I will,” Jiwoo grins as she extracts herself from his arms. She looks between Hobi and you, frowning slightly when she sees the way you’re shyly staring down at the crossword puzzle you’ve been working on for the majority of the morning rather than at her brother stood opposite, a pen in your hand and your pointed ears flicking anxiously this way and that. “You two will be ok, right?” she checks, and Hobi gives her his best, most reassuring smile.

“Course we will,” he enthuses, directing all the positivity he can muster your way and smiling even more broadly when you meekly return it, tail swishing gently behind you from side to side, “Right, kitkat?”

“Sure. Right.”

The first couple days at his sister’s place pass without significant incident - quiet yet comfortable. It’s the same as it always has been between the two of you; a delicate dance around each other until you’ve warmed up enough to decide to lower your guard. Luckily for him, it only takes until later on that first evening for that to happen, and whilst he’d like to have thought it was his winning personality that’d done the trick, deep down he knew it was far more likely to have been the tiny pouch of catnip he’d stashed away in his jeans pocket that’d ended up luring you over to sit at the opposite end of the couch that night, rather than over the other side of the room like you usually do.

Still, it was a pleasing development, and by the third night of him staying there you’ll sit next to him whether he’s reeking of the herb or not. He’s never really spent this length of time with you before - just the two of you - and the more of it that passes the more Hobi starts to notice little quirks of yours that he’d never picked up on before; like the way you always scrape the skin off of the fish you eat (a painstakingly slow process, due to your utter refusal to ingest even a single shiny scale), or how your whole body will twitch and shudder before you sneeze.

His most favourite thing about you, though, is how you always nod off to sleep whenever the two of you are sat in front of the television. It doesn’t matter what time of day it is, or what you may happen to be watching; within an hour or so you’ll be long gone, regardless of your valiant efforts to try and fight it. Your eyes will droop and your head will bob up and down as you try to cling to wakefulness, but before long you’ll have given in and snuggled against the arm of the couch; body curled in on itself, tail wound around your form. It’ll flick in your sleep, sometimes, and Hobi can’t help but wonder whether you’re dreaming whenever he sees it happening, imagining what you might be dreaming about.

He catches himself smiling fondly at the peaceful expression on your relaxed, sleeping face all too often, actually, as the days pass, and by the third night he has to physically sit on his hands to keep himself from reaching out and to stroke his fingers through your hair like he’s longing to; just to check to see if it’s as soft as it looks, or whether your sweet triangular ears really do feel like velvet to touch.

Boy, this could be trouble.

Hobi’s always thought you’re cute, sure, but at the same time, he’s also known that you’re totally off limits. Not only are human/hybrid relationships still considered fairly taboo, but you’re his sister’s best friend. She was pissed when he hooked up with Soo-In - and she was no more than a mutual friend through a co-worker - so he can only imagine what Jiwoo’s reaction would be if he confessed he’s had the hots for her feline roommate for as long as he can remember.

Not that he’d ever admitted it to himself until fairly recently. It was a difficult revelation for even him to swallow, but after bumping into you in the hallway one morning after your daily dip in the tub - dressed in nothing but a towel, soaking wet and blushing pink - he could no longer ignore the stirring down south that your appearance inspired. Especially when you’d so softly uttered a shy ‘good morning’ through nervously bitten lips.

It’s his own growing awareness of these feelings that lead to him feeling pretty relieved when on the morning of the fourth day he receives a call from Namjoon, asking if he wants to hang out. His friend is pleased, actually, when Hobi reveals that he’s staying at his sister’s place; it’s closer, for one, and makes it more convenient to bring his own hybrids - Jin and Jungkook - along with him too. They can get a little boisterous when out together in public places (Hobi still remembers the one time Jin had indignantly thrown his banana flavoured milkshake all over Jungkook when he’d kept on bothering him for a sip once he’d guzzled his own), and you’re still a little skittish when in unfamiliar places at the best of times - without the added pressure of meeting two new hybrids on top of that - so it’s probably best that it happens in an environment in which you’re most comfortable.

You seem a little nervous about the idea when Hobi first suggests it but eventually relent, persuaded by his promises of salmon en croute for dinner the following evening should you agree. Not that he has any idea how to make salmon en croute, that is, but with the way your eyes had glistened at the very mention of it, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least give it his best try.

You’re just clearing up the remnants of lunch when your three visitors happen to arrive, handing Hobi the dishes and plates to wash rather than get your hands wet yourself. Although you bathe daily, you still tend to avoid water when you can; flinching back whenever stray drops flick your way so often that Hobi has to fight the urge to smile. He can’t resist laughing any longer, though, when you honest to god hiss at the splash Hobi creates when he accidentally drops a glass into the water through his slippery fingers.

After you’re done looking embarrassed at having let your feline nature so obviously show through, he’s pleased to find you grinning sheepishly back, your cheeks flushed such a pretty shade that it’s all Hobi can do not to scoop some bubbles from the washing up bowl and boop them straight onto your nose.

It’s at that precise moment, when he’s grappling with the desire to verbalise just how damn cute you look with your feet pointed inward and your hands still clutching your sweater, that the doorbell rings. Your tail instantly thickens in volume, eyes darting towards the kitchen door, and Hobi’s quick to grab the tea-towel to dry his hands, shaking off the excess bubbles.

“I’ll get it,” he assures you, briefly touching your arm as he passes you by, attempting to soothe some of your nerves. It’d felt like a natural thing to do - touching you - and it isn’t until he’s walking through the living room and towards the hall that he realises that that’s the first time the two of you have ever had any form of physical contact at all, even in all the time he’s known you. That, in itself, is shocking enough, but what really gets Hobi’s smiling is the way that you hadn’t seemed to mind; not at all. You hadn’t flinched, you hadn’t frowned…

“Hey Joon!” Hobi tries to shove all thoughts of what any of this could possibly mean as he pulls open the front door to reveal his friend - as tall as ever and hair ash blonde - stood waiting on the doorstep. He’s flanked on either side by his two hybrids, both of whom slightly shorter and darker than he is, and even Hobi - as straight as an arrow as he professes to be - can admit that the three of them certainly make a striking image when stood all in a row.

“Hey Hobi,” Namjoon smiles back good-naturedly, dimples pitting his cheeks, “You’ve met Jin and Jungkook before, right?” Hobi looks between the two hybrids, noting the way both of their ears had swivelled Namjoon’s way in amongst their hair at the mention of their names. Jin’s are slightly bigger than Jungkook’s but similarly black as night, matching the tails that Hobi can see hanging behind the both of them and the hair that sits atop their heads.

“Just once,” Hobi replies, offering Jungkook a warm smile. He’s definitely the shyer of the two felines - Hobi remembers as much from before - and Jungkook’s eyes predictably drop to the floor before he manages to find the courage to smile back, pulling at his hoodie sleeves. “Come in!” He steps back from the door, allowing them entry, and Namjoon is the first to enter, shrugging off his coat, with Jin next and Jungkook close behind.

If it weren’t for Hobi knowing about the age difference between the two hybrid brothers he’d likely think that they were twins, given how similar they look at certain angles. Tall, dark and handsome are words that would easily suit either them, and as he leads the two hybrids into the living room - and closer to you - a little nagging voice at the back of his head starts to wonder whether or not it was really a good idea to want to introduce you. What if you really hit it off? What if -

“You have a lovely home,” Jin observes as his eyes travel the room, and Hobi can tell from the way his chin is tilted upward that he’s subtly sniffing the air, taking in the scene of the place - the scent of you.

“I can’t take credit - it’s my sister’s,” Hobi informs him, noticing the fascination with which Jungkook lingers by the arm of one of the sofas that happens to have a cardigan of yours lay across it, “Hers and her housemates.”

“Ah yes.” A handsome smile spreads across Jin’s face at the mention of you, growing wider as he continues to speak. “Namjoon told me another hybrid lives here, although he forgot to mention it was a female.” Namjoon, who is just sinking down into the sofa on the opposite side of the room, rolls his eyes at the suggestive tone that accompanies Jin’s words.

“Behave, Seokjin,” Namjoon scolds lightly, although there’s humour twinkling in his eyes, and when Jungkook comes to sit next to him the affection he harbours for his hybrids is plain for Hobi to see from the way Namjoon reaches out and runs his fingers through his dark hair; a gesture that Jungkook nuzzles into, a contented smile on his face. “Where is she, anyway?”

“I’ll go get her.” Presuming that you must still be hiding away in the kitchen - as is your usual habit - Hobi asks his three guests what they’d like to drink and then rushes off to find you, pulling the door to behind him. When he turns, he sees you sat at the table anxiously biting your thumbnail, your eyes wide when they land on him. “Are you coming out, kitkat?” he asks gently, busying himself with fetching milk from the fridge and a beer for Namjoon rather than putting any more pressure on you than necessary. He pours two glasses for Jin and Jungkook and then after a moment’s thought pours out a third for you as he waits for your reply, and by the time he’s putting the carton of milk back into the fridge he still hasn’t received one. “Namjoon’s a good guy, and they’d really like to meet you.”

“They would?” you ask quietly, expression so open and innocent that Hobi feels his heart thump hard beneath his ribs when he risks a glance your way. Swallowing, he nods.

“Of course.” Turning back to you, he extends a glass of milk to you in an offering, his kind smile very nearly faltering when your fingers accidentally brush his as you take it, drawing it towards your chest, held tightly in both hands. “And I’ll be right there with you, ok?” You nibble your bottom lip for a second before eventually nodding your head, pushing back your chair and rising from it determinedly.

“Ok, Hoseok,” you say softly, trustingly, and god, he’s sure he must be grinning like an idiot when the two of you walk back into the living room together at the way you keep so close to his side, very nearly touching but just not quite. Handing out the drinks that he’s brought, he introduces you, and all the while he does so he’s wishing he was ignorant to the way the two hybrid’s attentions are fixed so firmly on you, their eyes running you up and down.

He supposes it’s not something Jin and Jungkook can really help doing. Their breeding includes animal instincts, after all, so he tries not to clench his jaw too hard at the way Jin goes so far as to change seats just to sit next to you on the sofa, offering you both a hand in greeting and winning smile to match. It soothes his frustration to see how hesitantly you take it and how stiff your shoulders are as Jin kisses the back of your hand - Namjoon chuckling at the display from across the room - and when Hobi sits at the other end of the sofa and you immediately shuffle over to be closer to him rather than your feline counterpart, he can’t help but smile, feeling smug.

You stay that way as the five of you talk back and forth with a movie playing on the television to fill any silence that may fall in between, and there isn’t a second that passes during the next hour or so that Hobi isn’t acutely aware of just how close you’re sitting to him. In an effort to avoid Jin’s advances you’ve shifted so far over that your thigh is very nearly touching Hobi’s - your shoulders in direct contact - and even he is starting to understand why the hybrids seem so taken with the way you smell at this point.

And they are taken with you; there’s no doubt about that. Jin doesn’t seem to have time for anyone else - his attention solely fixed on you - and you’re not given chance to be shy with the way he’s constantly addressing you; asking you questions, telling stories and cracking some of the worst jokes Hobi thinks he’s ever heard (that’s not his jealousy speaking, he swears). Even Jungkook has come out of his shell, no longer sitting passively against Namjoon but perched right on the edge of the sofa nearest to you with his doe eyes wide and excited, his tail vibrating happily every time he manages to grab a little bit of your attention away from Jin.

Hobi swears Jungkook’s trying to do things to impress you, too - like taking off his hoodie to flex the well toned muscles and his forearms and biceps whenever you’re looking, or when he’d leapt up to fix whatever problem it was that had momentarily occurred with the DVD player and then strutted back to his seat once it was done like he’d done more than just take out the disc and give it a good blow.

It’s merciful, really, that you don’t seem particularly taken with either of them. You’ll engage them in conversation, sure, smiling politely and answering their questions in that soft, timid way in which you so often speak, but it doesn’t go beyond that. Is it wishful thinking on Hobi’s part that the smiles that you give him seem far more genuine? Warmer, sweeter somehow? It might well be, but that doesn’t stop him enjoying it.

“Want another beer?” Hobi offers to Namjoon as he places the empty one back on the coffee table and then leans back into the plush sofa with a contented sigh, crossing one leg over the other.

“Nah, gotta drive,” he dismisses, and Hobi is just about to turn back to you to ask more about the trip you and his sister had taken to the beach last summer when Namjoon speaks again, grabbing his attention back. “I wouldn’t mind a coffee, though?”

“Sure,” he smiles at his friend, about to rise from his seat feeling secretly loathe to leave you alone next to Jin when he’s looking at you that way, but before he can stand you’re doing it in his stead, brushing off your skirt.

“I’ll do it, Hoseok, it’s alright,” you offer, and he wishes you a quiet thanks as you turn your back and make your way into the kitchen, your tail gently swaying from side to side behind you. He doesn’t realise he’s watching you go until he catches Jin’s eyes and realises that he was doing the same, unable to keep his eyes from narrowing a little at the smirk that twists the elder hybrid’s full mouth.

“I’ll go give her a hand,” he announces, rising from the sofa and exiting after you faster than Hobi can think of an excuse to stop him without looking like an unreasonable asshole. When Namjoon engages him in conversation he finds that he’s only really half listening, his mind preoccupied with worries of what the two of you might be doing next door.

Jin wouldn’t try anything, right? The two of you have only just met, and -

The sound of china breaking barely a minute later has Hobi leaping to his feet and rushing across the living room at lightning speed, his concern for you rendering him completely oblivious to the bemused looks on Namjoon’s face on witnessing his nervous behaviour, or the sound of the younger man calling his name. Shoving open the kitchen door, the scent of the freshly brewed coffee that’s spilt all over the otherwise pristine white linoleum floor invades Hobi’s nostrils, but that assault is nothing in comparison to the punch in the gut he feels at the sight laid out before him.

You, trapped against the kitchen table with Jin at your back, your eyes wide with alarm and shaking hands hovering in midair whilst the tall hybrid’s arms wind tighter around your waist. Jin’s face is nuzzling at the juncture of your shoulder and your neck, and Hobi feels his stomach twist with horror when he sees a flash of Jin’s perfect white teeth immediately prior to him dragging them along your otherwise flawless skin, purring deep.

Anyone who didn’t know you as well might mistake the sound you make at that moment as one of arousal, but Hobi knows better. It’s a whimper of fright, not pleasure, and when he sees the way your ears are pinned back against your scalp as you helplessly twist and squirm in Jin’s unyielding grasp, Hobi feels his blood begin to boil, temper rising until he can practically hear it roaring behind his eardrums.

“Get off her,” he snarls as viciously as any predator might, his hands clenched in angry fists at his sides, and at the sound of Hobi’s voice Jin abruptly looks up, his lips pulling back to display his teeth in a show of aggression, tail lashing wildly to and fro behind him.

“Mine,” he snaps back possessively, and Hobi is just about to go for him - more than ready to forcibly rip the other man’s hands off of your body if need be - when suddenly Namjoon is holding him back, one large palm planted firmly on his shoulder.

“Seokjin!” Namjoon’s voice is just as firm as his grasp and laced with dominance. “Let her go,” he commands, and Jin visibly falters, licking his lips. His eyes, which had been almost entirely pitch black when he was attempting to stake his claim, are suddenly clearer again, and they flick back and forth between Hobi and Namjoon unsurely as he slowly loosens his hold. “Now.”

It takes a couple of seconds for Jin to fully remove himself from you, and during that time Hobi’s gaze never leaves your face. He tries so hard to reassure you with just the look in his eyes, wanting nothing more than to rush over and take you in his arms as soon as you’re free of Jin’s, and he would if he didn’t think such a barrage of physical affection would only startle you more.

You flee from the room too quickly for Hobi to have the opportunity to comfort you, anyway, regardless of his desires. You run past him with what looks suspiciously like tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, your lips pressed tightly together, and when Hobi impulsively reaches out to touch you he's met with a response from you he's never had before; not in all the time the two of you have known each other.

You flinch away as his fingertips brush your skin, almost as though he’s scalded you, and though it hurts to see you jump away from him so, it’s less than the pain he feels on hearing the sound that you make as he does so. For daring to reach out to you, you emit a harsh and angry hiss, and as the ugly sound passes your usually soft, sweet lips, you wear an expression more feral and guarded than he's ever witnessed on you before. It leaves him speechless - desolate - and it isn’t until Namjoon speaks that Hobi is able to break out of the state of shock your rapid exit has left him in.

He tears his gaze away from where it’d lay staring blankly at the doorway through which you’d ran, running his hand through his hair.

“I’m so sorry,” Namjoon hastens to apologise, dropping his hand from where it’d rested on Hobi’s shoulder, “He’s not supposed to be in rut yet - if I’d have known I never would’ve brought-”

“I think you should go,” Hobi interrupts harshly, unable to bring himself to look at the hybrid in question who’s come to stand sheepishly at Namjoon’s side, staring down at the floor in shame.

Realistically, Hobi knows he shouldn’t be so angry. It’s not as though any hybrid enjoys being such a slave to their animal instincts, or can even be held fully accountable for their actions whilst they’re under the influence of them, and yet… “Joon, it’s fine,” he sighs, attempting to soften his tone when he realises just how mortified his friend appears to be. “But I still think it’d be a good idea for the three of you to head home.”

“You’re right,” the taller man concedes, letting the hands he’d been so fretfully wringing together fall back down to his sides. “Come on, Jin - let’s get you home.” Mournfully, the hybrid stood next to him nods and then silently follows him out of the room, his tail tucked between his legs; ears pressed flat against his hair. Jungkook doesn’t ask what had happened when the three of them re-enter the living room, but the change in atmosphere is enough to tell him not to question Namjoon’s sudden announcement that it’s time to leave, and as Hobi follows them to the front door the younger hybrid lingers at Jin’s side, looking worried by his brother’s sudden and drastic drop in mood.

The goodbyes that are exchanged on the doorstep are a little strained, but Hobi manages to summon up the enthusiasm for a parting hug goodbye with Namjoon at least; a tight-lipped smile on his face as he pulls away. That same fixed smile remains as he waves them off, and Hobi is just about head back inside and shut the front door when all of a sudden Jin seems to have a change of heart and turns back. He returns to the doorstep despite Namjoon calling his name, seemingly undeterred by the cold suspicion with which Hobi regards him.

“I really am sorry,” he tells the human male earnestly, eyes wide. Hobi knows the sincerity of Jin’s expression should spur some feeling of forgiveness toward the hybrid or lessen the anger he feels, but he’s not ready to let it go just yet. Not until he knows you’re ok. “Please, apologise to her for me.” A stiff nod is all that Hobi can manage in reply, but it seems enough for Jin. The handsome feline gives him a small, regretful smile and then returns to the car where Namjoon and Jungkook are already waiting, its electric engine impossible to hear over the music playing so loudly inside that Hobi’s surprised it doesn’t make the windows shake.

Hobi doesn’t linger at the doorway to watch them go; too lost in his own thoughts to spare another on waving goodbye. He wanders back into the kitchen and sets about mechanically cleaning up the split coffee, but all the while he does so all he can think about is you; how scared you looked when you were trapped in Jin’s arms and the tears he’d seen in your eyes. The vicious way you’d hissed at him when all he wanted to do was hold you tight…

Are you crying upstairs in your room now, he wonders? It breaks Hobi’s heart to imagine it, but no matter how badly he wants to climb the stairs and go check on you, his own anxieties won’t let him. What if you’re angry at him? It was his fault for inviting them all over, after all, so he wouldn’t blame you for being mad. He’s not sure what he’d do if you turned him away from your room, or worse if you decided to hiss at him again, or told him that you hated him.

Wringing out the cloth over the sink, he watches the brown liquid he’d mopped up swirl away down the plug hole and mulls over what he should do. By the time he’s finished cleaning up, he’s decided that it’s probably better idea to just wait for you to come down and just apologise then, rather than trying to rush or push you. That way, you’ll both get a chance to regroup and calm down rather than make the situation worse.

Not only that, but it might provide some valuable time for Hobi to figure out how the hell he’s going to make a passable salmon en croute to make all this up to you.

In what appears to be a fortunate stroke of serendipity, Hobi’s usually subpar culinary skills seem to have vastly improved since the last time he’d tried to cook anything from scratch. The smell coming from within the oven is enough to make his mouth water, and the last time he’d peeked inside the filo pastry he’d spent so long painstakingly preparing looked perfectly golden and crisp. If this doesn’t get him back in your good books, he’s not sure what will.

He’d been wary of leaving you at home alone to go and fetch the ingredients he’d needed - at first - but had reassured himself that after the kind of afternoon you’d both had, the chances of you wanting to leave the house were probably slim to none; especially since hybrids aren’t technically allowed to roam the streets by themselves.

Still, he’d bought dinner as quickly as he could using the money his sister had paid him, and by the time he’d returned home, Hobi was relieved to find everything exactly how he’d left it. Well… maybe relieved might’ve been the wrong word. It was positive that you’d not gone out wandering, sure; but not that you’d remained holed up in your room with the door firmly shut.

And that’s where you remain now, some two hours later, with Hobi stood with his fist gently knocking against the wood and a nervous look on his face. There’s nothing but silence on the other side to begin with, and for a moment Hobi wonders if you might’ve just fallen asleep. He cautiously knocks once more, just in case - he wouldn’t want you to go hungry - and after a second or two more he’s able to make out the sound of rustling sheets and footsteps coming nearer.

Ever so slowly, the door opens to reveal half of your face. One red-rimmed, puffy eye that looks warily back at him through the small gap and Hobi’s heart sinks on seeing it. You’ve been crying exactly as he’d feared, and now he feels even more guilty than he did before, a lump in his throat as he forces a smile.

“Hey, kitkat,” he begins, voice soft, “I made dinner if you’re hungry.” Your one eye flicks down the floor and back up again, but for the moment that’s all the response he gets. He can tell from the shape of your mouth that you must be biting your bottom lip, though - not that that makes him feel any better. “I made the salmon like I promised.” At the mention of fish, Hobi swears he can see your one ear twitch with interest. He widens his smile encouragingly, letting the offer linger in the air, and after a second or two more his patience pays off.

You open the door to the bedroom the rest of the way, flashing a meek, hesitant smile as you mutter,

“Ok.” It’s not much, but it’s something, and as the two of you head back downstairs again Hobi can feel a hope that everything will turn out ok starting to kindle in his heart. In gentlemanly fashion he pulls out a kitchen chair on which for you to sit at the table, smiling encouragingly as you lower yourself onto it, nervously pulling on your sleeves, and he tries not to let the silence bother him as he dishes up dinner for the both of you, one plate at a time.

“I hope it’s alright,” he says as he places your portion in front of you; pastry parcel of fish next sat next to a mound of freshly steamed vegetables Hobi prays he hasn’t overcooked, “It actually turned out to be easier than I thought.” You say nothing, but when Hobi turns around from fetching you a fresh glass of milk from the fridge he can see your nose twitching with interest as you inspect your meal. That has to be a good sign, surely?

“It looks good, Hoseok,” you reply timidly, picking up your knife and fork, and as he sits opposite you, you finally look up at meet his eyes, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he beams back, and in the centre of his chest he feels a pleasant warmth bloom at the smile you return right before your gaze drops back down to your plate.

Hobi can’t bring himself to take a bite until you’ve first had yours, and it’s with bated breath that he waits while you slice into the pastry and then scoop it onto your fork, losing flakes along the way up to your mouth. You don’t say anything as you chew, either, but by the way your tail starts to swish happily back and forth behind your chair and the eagerness with which you dig in for more, he presumes it must’ve turned out as well as he’d hoped.

When he finally takes himself a bite of his own, that suspicion is confirmed. The two of you eat in companionable silence with just the sounds of your knives and forks scraping against the plates to fill it for a while, but with every mouthful Hobi takes he can feel the weight of the apology he’s so desperate to make sitting heavy on his insides. Your mood seems to have lifted now that you’ve eaten, so that’s something. At least it might make you more receptive to what he has to say; less likely that he’ll be hissed at again.

Taking a deep breath, he settles his knife and fork down on the plate for a moment.

“I’m really sorry,” he starts, awkwardly placing his palms on the flat of the table for lack of knowing what else to do with them, “About what happened earlier.” Abruptly, you stop eating - your cutlery poised in mid-air - and it’s only after a second or two that you finally recommence what you were doing, scooping up a mouthful of peas without looking up from your plate.

“It’s alright,” you quietly answer, but Hobi gets a distinct feeling that it’s not.

“I shouldn’t have invited them over. I never would’ve done if I’d have known Jin was in rut-”

“How could you have known?” You do look up when he says that, jaw working up and down as you chew, gaze steady. “It’s not season; it was just bad timing and bad luck that’s all.” Your attention turns back to your plate but Hob can't help but stare, shocked by how casually you're speaking of it after so little time has passed - how frightened you'd looked before.

“But the way he acted towards you…” Sighing, you finally pause, resting your wrists on the edge of the table with knife and fork in hand as you look back at him with those wide, feline eyes of yours. There's a sadness in them that Hobi finds hard to witness; a world-weariness you shouldn't possess at the tender age you share.

“I've had worse, trust me,” you state, and the bluntness with which you confess it has Hobi sick to his very stomach. All the dark things that they'd feared might fill your past seem as though they might be true, and now he finds himself wanting to hold you even more desperately than he did before; to care for you and comfort you until all those horrors are long forgotten - dead and buried in the past where they belong.

“I'm so sorry,” he mumbles because it's all he can think of to say, his brows furrowed as though in pain, and the sad smile that you give him only makes his heart hurt all the more.

“Don't be,” you say, shrugging your shoulders, and as you say your next words Hobi is baffled by the light pink flush that colours your cheeks, matching your bashful expression. Why are you blushing now, of all times? “Besides your sister, you're nicest human being I've ever met.”

And just like that, Hobi's feels like he could sing.

The air seems to clear between the two of you, after that. You seem in a better mood for the rest of dinner, more relaxed and talkative, and you even go so far as burst into peals of laughter when Hobi makes the mistake of trying to speak around a mouthful of peas and subsequently inhales one of them. Your reaction may sound callous, but you’d made sure to withhold your amusement until after he was done coughing and spluttering over his meal and only then gone on to tease him about the delightful shade of magenta his face had momentarily turned once you knew he was no longer in mortal danger.

In fact, as the rest of the night goes on Hobi starts to wonder if the events of earlier that afternoon might have been a blessing in disguise. When he suggests that the two of you watch a movie after you’ve finished helping him clear and wash the dinner plates you seem particularly receptive to the idea, eagerly picking out a title you’ve been wishing to watch. Your offer to share some of your highly prized lacto-free ice cream also catches him off guard - you’re usually a little possessive when it comes to your food - though when Hobi elects for the tub of mint choc chip that he’d had the foresight to purchase earlier he swears he sees a hint of relief in your eyes. He scrunches up his nose on witnessing it, unable to resist the urge to smile at how endearing you are to him in all that you do; from the way you practically scamper into the living room ahead of him with a spring in your step, to how you curl both arms protectively around your ice cream tub as you devour it, ears quivering with delight.

You don’t sit at the other end of the sofa to him that night; you sit right beside him. Your bodies aren’t close enough to touch but near enough for Hobi to feel your body heat, and enough for him to almost jump out of his skin the first time your head falls forward and then bobs up again as you once again succumb to the temptation of sleep, as is so often your habit. Honestly, he’s surprised the force with which he startles doesn’t wake you, or that he manages not to scream. Trust you to ask to watch a horror movie and then abandon him by falling asleep during so that he’s left scared shitless and all alone.

Still, it’s not as though he’s really paying attention to the movie anymore. Once he’s certain that you are really as fast asleep as you look, Hobi can’t find the will to pass up such a perfect opportunity to admire your face. The two of you are the same age and yet when you sleep you suddenly appear so much younger to his eyes; so innocent and unburdened. He wishes he were brave enough to reach out and touch you - to brush back the piece of hair that’s fallen down across your forehead without fear of waking you. Would you mind, he wonders? Would you -

A high-pitched scream from the tv has Hobi jumping in his seat again, heart racing a mile a minute as his head whips round to face the offending sound. He’s relieved to find there’s no horrific spectre crawling out of the tv toward him as he’d so irrationally feared there might be but just as his breathing is starting to even out something else happens to steal it all together - sucking the air right out of his lungs. It’s not ghosts or goblins that’s accelerating his pulse now, however, nor is it fear that’s widening his eyes; it’s the feel of your body leant against his and the weight of your head resting on his shoulder that’s flustering him so. He glances to the side to sneak a peek at you and sure enough you’re still fast asleep, your lips slightly parted with the steady inhales you take, chest gently rising and falling against his arm.

For a while, all he can bring himself to do is look at you. Hobi tries not to breathe too deeply for a little while so as not to wake you but then has to give that up when the lack of oxygen starts making him light-headed and thankfully, you only snuggle closer as his lungs expand. There’s a contented smile on your face that he automatically mirrors, and though he still can’t work the courage to touch you it somehow doesn’t seem to matter so much anymore - not when you feel so warm pressed up against him, your legs drawn up onto the sofa and your knees digging into his side.

Hobi’s sure that there’s a smile plastered on his face the whole way through the rest of the movie, and he’s glad you’re not awake to see what a ridiculous sap he must look. You probably don’t even realise what you’re doing, or have any idea of the way it makes him feel to hear your soft little sighs, and when the movie is over Hobi’s almost reluctant to let the moment end. It has to, though; it’s getting late and you deserve to sleep in your bed rather than against his bony shoulder.

“Kitkat,” he calls softly, “The movie’s finished.” If there’s one good thing about having to wake you it that at least he has a legitimate reason to touch you now, and it’s with a shy, cautious hand that he reaches out to gently touch your arm. You stir lightly on contact, mumbling something under your breath, and once Hobi has managed to tame the ridiculous butterflies in his chest he rubs that hand up and down your arm once more, jostling you lightly. “Time for bed.”

You murmur again, moving yourself up off of his shoulder with all the co-ordination and grace of someone that’s still half asleep, and by the time you’re peeling open your eyes and groaning out a confused ‘hmm?’, Hobi’s sure you probably won’t remember ever having slept on him at all.

“You slept right through it,” Hobi tells you, smiling as your delicate eyebrows furrow into a frown.

“I did?”

“You did,” he confirms, and at that you moan, frustrated with yourself, “I don’t know why you bother trying, sometimes.”

“No,” you sigh, pausing to yawn in what you’d probably say was a very unladylike fashion - mouth wide open and tonsils on display, “Neither do I.” You yawn again, closing your eyes as you extend your arms above your head and scratch around the base of your ears, messing up your hair. Hobi’s never seen you look so relaxed or unguarded before, and he loves that you’re letting this side of you show - even if it is because you’re not really yet fully awake. You stand from the sofa, rising up onto your tiptoes to stretch out your limbs with your arms extended upward, and Hobi has to turn his head not to be tempted to look at the little slither of skin he knows will be exposed when your sweater inevitably rises up. He still swallows at the thought of it, though; still feels the heat of it on his cheeks.

“You coming up?” Your question totally derails him for a moment, and when all he does is stare at you, mouth gaping like a fish, a bemused smile spreads across your face.

“Oh, yeah, soon,” he manages to sputter out once he realises it was merely a question that you’d spoken, rather than an invitation. You nod, satisfied, tail flicking rapidly from side to side as though you’re trying to stretch that appendage out, too.

“Well, sleep well when you get there,” you smile, playing with the hem of your sweater as you stand over him, and when Hobi wishes you a goodnight in return you simply nod your head and turn to leave only to pause again once you reach the door. “And thank you again for dinner, Hoseok,” you tell him softly, and if Hobi didn’t know any better he’d start to think the way you’re lingering was an indication that you were reluctant to part ways, too. “It was lovely.”

“You’re welcome,” he replies once again, totally oblivious to the huskiness his own voice has developed on seeing the way your front teeth are pressing into your bottom lip, hips gently swaying from side to side as if in time to some music that only you can hear.

“Night.” Neither of you mention that this is the second time that you’re saying it, or that somehow it feels different from any of the other times you’ve said it before.

“Goodnight,” he whispers back as you slip out into the hall, and once you’re gone Hobi slumps back into the sofa cushions, running a hand over his face.

Fuck; he is definitely, definitely in trouble.

The next day does nothing to help Hobi’s growing affections towards you wane; if anything they seem to get stronger with every passing hour. He’d come downstairs in the morning to find that you’d already cooked him breakfast - sweet egg toast, just the way he likes it, sat alongside a fresh cup of coffee (extra milk, hold the sugar) - and the sheer look of happiness on your face when he’d been so surprised and so grateful for the effort you’d gone to had made it difficult for Hobi not to want to grab you and kiss your right then and there, right across the kitchen table.

You’re acting differently towards him, and Hobi can’t quite figure out why. It’s not an unwelcome change, by any means - just a little sudden - and he can’t get used to suddenly being the one that being stared at rather than the other way around. You linger and you look, and every time he catches you you’ll blush an even deeper shade of pink than the last time; though it still doesn't seem to stop you.

Most surprising of all, though, is when you suddenly suggest that the two of you go out somewhere for the day. It catches Hobi so off guard he almost chokes all over again but somehow you end up convincing him to take a trip to the aquarium in the centre of town, and on the journey there Hobi doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look so excited; tail practically vibrating with joy the whole time you’re sat next to him in the passenger seat.

The people selling tickets look a little nervous to be allowing admittance to a feline, and he’d worried that their whispered conversation about whether to let you into what could be considered an all-you-can-eat buffet for someone like you might bring you down - but it doesn’t. You remain chipper, ears pointed and smile wide, undeterred by the odd looks people send your way when you stand with your nose pressed right up to the aquarium glass making quiet little clicking noises at the back of your throat as the fish pass you by.

It’s as you’re standing watching majestic sea turtles pass you overhead that Hobi first feels the tentative brush of your fingertips against his. It’s a fleeting touch but it’s enough to make his heart feels as though it’s stopped beating in the time it takes for you to do it a second time, looking anywhere but directly at him as you smoothly slip your hand into his - the way the tip of your tail is flicking this way and that giving any indication that you might be nervous at all. Immediately, it feels as though his palm is too sweaty - his whole body far too warm - but you don’t seem to mind. In fact, after a moment longer you go so far as to link your fingers between his, squeezing back at the experimental tightening of Hobi’s hand around yours, a secret smile on both your faces.

Neither of you mention this new development, but others around you certainly seem to. Hobi’s sure he hears an old woman tutting as they pass, shielding her grandchildren from the sight of you as if it’d somehow corrupt them to see, but he could care less what she thinks - what anyone thinks. All he cares about is how perfectly your hand seems to fit inside his and how you don’t seem to want to let it go, even when he pays extra for you to have the chance to feed the otters, or touch and feel the open-topped coral display.

Absentmindedly, he realises he’s probably blown all of the money his sister had paid him in advance for doing her this favour, but Hobi doesn’t care about that either. It’s worth every penny to see you like this; happier than he’s ever seen you before.

Your good mood persists when the two of you get home, too. After lunch you decide you want to take another shot at watching last night’s movie again, and though Hobi knows it’s pointless and that’ll probably end up finishing it alone, he doesn’t have the heart to point that out to you.

Much like the following evening, you choose to sit next to him on the sofa. This time, though, you’re close enough to touch, a thigh pressed alongside his, and as the movie progresses Hobi tries not to let it show how greatly it affects him to have you turn your body towards his and purposefully snuggle up, leaning your head on his shoulder. You draw your legs up again and curl into him, your tail curling similarly around the curve of your behind, and the next time it flicks up into the air during a particularly frightening moment you let it come back down to rest across his thighs rather than the sofa; little by little, closer and closer.

Hobi feels like he can’t breathe when you lay your arm across his torso with one palm pressed flat to his stomach, but he’d happily suffocate if it meant you’d never move. He, in turn, lays an arm bravely across your shoulders, and at the happy little sound you make as you wriggle up against him, his lungs suddenly feel as though they’ve re-inflated with air. Relieved that you’ve accepted his token of affection, Hobi allows himself to relax back into the sofa cushions to better enjoy the feel of you next to him and relish in the moment.

If ever there was a time to touch you the way he’s longed to, wouldn’t it be now? He drags his eyes away from the film to look down at the top of your head and the soft, silken ears that sit amongst your hair, and as though you’re able to feel the weight of his gaze on you, you suddenly look up; a small, coy smile appearing on your lips when you realise he’d been staring. Hobi smiles back, eyes creasing into crescent moons of happiness, and then very gingerly starts moving his hand towards your hair. He does it slowly to give you plenty of time to pull away but rather than flinch you simply blink, maintaining his stare with that same, gentle smile on your face as he starts to run his fingers through your hair.

It’s just as soft as he’d imagined - like silk between his fingers - and at the contented way you close your eyes and tilt your head back into his palm, Hobi is emboldened. Carefully, he inches his fingertips closer to the base of your ears.

“Is this ok?” he asks quietly, not wanting to break whatever spell it is that he seems to have you under, and when you nod your head in consent he goes ahead and slips his fingers deeper into your hair to seek out the spot where your scalp and ears meet. When he begins to scratch at their base as he’d seen Namjoon do to Jungkook the day before, a sound erupts from you that he’s never heard before; a deep purr of pleasure that vibrates through your chest and shoots straight into to his groin, filling his insides with heat. Hobi feels guilty for it spurring such a reaction in him, but how is he supposed to help himself when you start grabbing at his t-shirt and twisting your back to turn yourself further towards him? Or tilting your head back into his hand to encourage him further, eyes blissfully closed?

“Does that…” Hobi has to clear his throat before he can continue; enraptured with how velvet soft your ears feel against the pads of his fingers. “Does that feel good?” Somehow your purring only seems to get louder when he asks you that, and suddenly you’re turning your head towards him and pressing your face into the crook of his neck. You start nuzzling into him, alternating between kissing his throat and rubbing the angle of your jaw against every inch of available skin as you tug at his shirt, and it’s only from having observed domestic cats do something very similar before that Hobi understands what it is you’re trying to achieve.

You’re scenting him - rubbing yourself all over him and mewling so prettily as you do it - and before he knows what’s happening you’re suddenly up on your knees on the sofa next to him, very nearly climbing onto his lap.

Hobi stutters your name as his hand leaves your hair, sliding smoothly down the length of your back. He only remembers about your tail once it’s too late and he’s already touching it, palm brushing against its silken base where it protrudes from the purpose made gap in fabric of your jeans. The very moment he touches it you moan wantonly - lips parting against the cheek you’d been so busily kissing - and your back is arching to stick your rear further into the air, an enticing curve that -

Suddenly you stop, deathly still as your hot breath blows against his face with every laboured breath you take.

“Are you… are you ok?” he asks, quickly removing his offending hand. He hadn’t realised how out of breath he is until you’d stopped nor how hard he is inside his jeans but now you have he… well now he’s just nervous, waiting for you to say something - anything - to break this awkward silence.

“Fuck,” you whisper under your breath, and then out of a state of complete inactivity, you suddenly spring into action, lurching back away from him and scrambling off the couch, red in the face. You can’t look him in the eye as you stand there tugging on your sleeves, and Hobi is just about to reach out to try and take your hand when you take an abrupt step back, shaking your head. “Hoseok, I’m sorry,” you gush, voice breaking, and to his horror he realises you look as though you’re about to burst into tears at any given moment, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t… I can’t…”

You run from the room before he can say anything more, and for the second time in as many days, Hobi’s left staring at your exit with wide-eyed confused written all over his face.

What the hell just happened? Did he… did he do something wrong? Has he inadvertently crossed some kind of line he didn’t know existed? Hobi will be the first to admit he knows nothing about the do’s or don'ts when it comes to hybrid/human relations but it wasn’t as though you seemed to dislike anything that he was doing; the opposite, in fact.

Hobi groans, leaning forward and pushing his face into his hands before running them back through his hair, biting his bottom lip with worry as his mind turns over and over in search of answers. It’s not getting him anywhere, though; he knows the only way this’ll get sorted out is if he actually gets up off of his ass and goes upstairs to speak with you. And yes, it might well be awkward, but not as awkward as it’ll be come the morning if things are left this way. Whatever relationship the two of you have built this week will be all for nothing otherwise, and Hobi isn’t willing to let the way he’d felt this afternoon when your little hand was held in his go without a fight.

Bracing himself for the possibility of the most horrendous rejection of his life, Hobi climbs the stairs and heads towards your room. Just like yesterday, there’s nothing but silence on your side of the door, but he doesn’t let that keep him from raising his fist to knock, steeling himself with a clench of his jaw and a shuffle of his feet.

You answer far quicker than he’d expected you to, your voice hesitant as you call back,

“C-come in.” Cautiously, Hobi pushes open the door and steps inside, closing it gently behind him. You’re sat against the headboard of your bed when he enters, your knees drawn up to your chest and your arms wrapped around them, and Hobi is relieved to see that this time your eyes are free of tears. You do look flushed, though, in both your face and across the top of your chest, and as he approaches your bed you watch him warily, chewing the inside of your cheek.

“I’m…” Oh god, how does he put this? “I’m sorry if I… if I did something wrong or… or if that was too much or too fast?” He feels as though he’s grasping at straws; embarrassed at how flustered he feels when the two of you never even got so far as kissing. What happened downstairs on the couch can’t even be classed as heavy petting, but Hobi’s wanted to touch you that way for so long that somehow that brief moment had already felt like so much more than that.

Logically, he knows it’s probably a good thing that you stopped things before they went too far. The situation between the two of you is far too complicated; there’s too much at stake if it all goes wrong.

“We can just forget about what happened, ok?” he offers when you’re slow to reply, your gaze focused down at the blankets on which you sit rather than Hobi’s searching eyes, “I don’t want things to be awkward between us, so don’t worry. No hard feelings.” It hurts him to pretend as if none of this matters - as if it’s all nothing but a bit of meaningless flirtation and nothing more - but Hobi would rather stuff all his feelings back down again than risk losing your friendship entirely. “If you changed your mind it’s-”

You look up, grabbing nervously at the denim of your jeans.

“I didn’t-” You abruptly stop, sighing with frustration. “-I haven’t changed my mind, I just…” Hobi takes a step closer to the bed, and as he draws nearer to you he notices that your hands are trembling. Your whole body is, actually. Does he really make you that nervous?

“What’s wrong, kitkat?” The permanent blush that’s present on your cheeks darkens further on hearing your nickname, and as Hobi gingerly sits himself down on the edge of your bed he watches you restlessly shift, tucking a strand of hair behind you ear.

“I’m not… in full control of myself right now,” you confess down to the bedsheets, avoiding his gaze. Frowning, Hobi tries to catch your eye.

“What do you mean?” he persists. You press your lips together, tensing for a moment as though you're working yourself up to something.

“I'm in heat,” you blurt out in a rush, and even Hobi is aware of how wide his eyes must appear when you finally look up and find him practically gawking back at you. “I'm not supposed to be,” you hasten to add, “It's not season yet but… but with what happened yesterday and Jin and I think it... it set it off early or something, I don't know.”

Hobi struggles to think of what to say when you fall silent, anxiously awaiting his reaction. It certainly all makes a lot more sense now; your sudden desire for physical closeness, your affectionate behaviour… what happened downstairs….

“Oh god,” you groan, mistaking his dumbfoundedness for horror. You shove your face into your hands, and when you rake your hair back off of your forehead Hobi can make out beads of perspiration lining your hairline; evidence that what you say is true. “I'm sorry, Hoseok… You must think this is so… so gross.”

“Of course not.” He's quick to try and assuage your fears, not wanting you to believe for even a single second that he would think of you that way. “It's not your fault.”

Besides - if Hobi is being honest with himself - seeing you like this has only made him desire you even more; complexion flushed with hormones and heat, pupils wide with want, body quaking. You look more alluring than any creature he's ever seen before, but this is hardly the time to tell you that. He doesn't know much about hybrid heats, but from what he's heard they can be almost unbearable to endure if left un-sated or untreated.

“Do you have something you can take?” Hobi asks, “Does Jiwoo have some medicine stashed away for you somewhere?” He tries to pretend he doesn't see the way your eyes are travelling the length of him up and down as he speaks, or how you lick your lips while staring at his own before you next reply, shifting your bottom on the bed.

“Don't think so.” You sound a little distracted as you answer, biting into the flesh of your bottom lip. The look in your eyes is starting to make Hobi a little nervous - nervous and excited - so he quickly moves as if to stand from the bed before he's tempted to go making any unwise decisions.

“I can go get some, it won't-" Quick as a flash, you're suddenly on your hands and knees and your hand is wrapped around Hobi's wrist, keeping him from walking away from the side of the bed. He swallows as he looks down to where your dainty fingers have ensnared him, and when he looks back up and into your eyes the predatory gleam within them has all of his blood rushing south between his legs.

“I don't want the pills,” you purr softly, and looking at you now Hobi never would have been able to guess you were the same woman who was sat so nervously on the bed just a few moments ago.

He feels you tug at his wrist and allows you to pull him back down to sit on the mattress; unable to resist your siren call. As soon as he's within reach you're leaning forward on your hands and knees to nuzzle yourself against him like you were before, purring low, and then your lips are at his ear, teeth nipping at the lobe as you whisper into it,

“I want you, Hoseok.”

For a second, Hobi is sure he forgets how to breathe.

“Me?” he blurts, very nearly choking as he speaks. He’s fairly sure that that’s what he heard but it seems so unlikely - so fantastical - that even as you continue to press soft, slow kisses to the sharp angle of his jaw, he still feels the need to check.

“You,” you confirm lowly, crawling further forwards on your knees. Your shoulder bumps into his, and as your mouth trails lower down onto his throat Hobi feels one of hands encroach onto his thigh, squeezing through his jeans.

“I… uh…” Unsure of where to put his hands, Hobi finds himself clutching your blankets as his head tilts to the side, willfully exposing the most sensitive parts of his neck and shuddering when you kiss and lick and nuzzle at them. “I’m not sure this… t-this is a good idea.” A disgruntled noise rumbles past your lips and onto his skin, vocalising your displeasure.

“Why?” You pull away for just a second, long enough just to look him in the eyes, and though they’re wide and feigning innocence, the lustfulness within them only makes you harder to resist. You’re going to be his downfall; of that one thing Hobi is sure. “You want me.” He blushes at how bluntly you state the fact, laughing nervously. Has he always been so transparent? “And I want you,” you persist, dragging his gaze back to yours by tugging at his shirt, balling the material in your fist.

“But… Jiwoo.” Your face is so close to his that Hobi doesn’t need to speak louder than a whisper to be heard, and at the mention of his sister your ears swivel outward, a smile tugging at your lips.

“She doesn’t need to know, Hoseok,” you assure him, leaning in further to brush the tip of your nose against his. Barely a centimetre lays between your lips, and as his eyes zero in on the soft, pink petals of your mouth Hobi’s impressed by the strength he manages to summon in order to resist you. He deserves a medal for this, really, what with how long it’s been since he last had a woman practically crawling into his lap. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Who knew you could ever be such a temptress? Who knew a smirk could ever look so delicious on a face as sweet as yours?

“Won’t you help me?” Slipping your hand from his shirt down onto the seat of his jeans, you nudge your nose against his cheek, eyelashes fluttering prettily against his skin. “It hurts, Hoseok,” you whine softly, and when you press the heel of your hand against the rapidly swelling bulge between Hobi’s legs his breath hitches in his throat, his hands clutching the blankets even harder than before. “I haven’t been bred in so long.”

He’s powerless to stop the groan that falls from his lips on hearing that, especially with the way you’re rubbing your palm along the length of him through his jeans so enticingly. The only way he’s able to hold it back is to sink his two front teeth into his bottom lip, shutting his eyes to avoid the sultry look in yours, but even having done that he knows this show of willpower won’t last long.

“Will you do it?” you plead, groping at his crotch, and Hobi can feel himself starting to perspire from the sheer heat that’s radiating off of you; every breath you speak blowing hot air across his face to further boil his blood. “Please, Hoseok.” Your pretty eyes close and in turn, so do his, and in the split second that follows before your lips press gently to his, Hobi is sure it feels as though his heart might burst through his chest with how frantically it’s beating - how desperately it soars.

It’s a brief kiss - a chaste one - but as you pull away licking the remnants of his taste from your lips, Hobi’s mind is made up. He can’t fight this any longer; he doesn’t want to. Consequences be damned.

“Please, will you fuck me?”

“Fuck, yes,” he declares thickly, and in that instant all the passion he’s been so painstakingly holding back is suddenly set free in a flurry of lips and teeth and limbs.

His mouth crashes into yours and his hands release the bedsheets to tangle instead into your hair, pulling your face further onto his own as you kiss him back with equal fervour, very nearly tipping forward into his lap with how eager you are to close the space between you. Hobi’s no longer careful about avoiding your velvet ears, either. He digs his fingers into the base of them and takes advantage of the way your mouth falls open in an enthusiastic moan to push his tongue past your lips to seek out yours. The taste of you has him longing so desperately for more than he starts impatiently pushing you backwards, leaning his weight on you until you’re falling onto your back amongst the covers beneath him, and when he pulls away to survey you the heaving of your chest has him swallowing thickly, cock twitching in his jeans.

“You’re so hot, god,” he groans into the base of your throat, the tang of your sweat almost sweet on the tip of his tongue. He means it in every sense of the word; amazed by how blisteringly hot your breast feels underneath his palm when he begins to greedily grope and squeeze through your sweater. “You’re burning up, baby.”

“Kitty,” you gasp out as his hand slips under your clothes to get a better feel, your nipple quickly hardening under the simplest brush of his thumb, “Call me kitty.”

“Kitty, hmm?” he enquires, relinquishing the tender skin of your throat he’d been gently sucking on in order to look up and see you nod, coy. He feels a swell of satisfaction in his chest when he sees how fucked you look already - how blown out your pupils are - and when you gasp as he tweaks at your nipple that satisfaction transforms into a smirk of pride.

You’re so responsive to his every touch that if it weren’t for your condition Hobi’s sure he’d take great satisfaction in drawing this out and playing with you for hours and hours on end but for now he resists that urge, settling instead for stripping you of your sweater. You’re naked underneath - naked and flushed all over - and Hobi devours you greedily with his eyes, grinning down at you as he begins to similarly unbutton your jeans, knelt at your side.

“What a pretty little kitty you are.” Holding your gaze as you blush even darker, he begins to peel you out of your jeans an inch at a time. You have to lift your hips in order for your tail to slip free, but the moment your bottom lands back on the bed you begin to help him further by pulling your legs free as he drags the denim further down, ripping off your socks as he throws your jeans to the side. Unashamed, you part your thighs to display yourself to him, and Hobi groans aloud at the sight of the ruined, sunshine yellow underwear that’s clinging like a second skin to your core.

You’re sopping wet - dripping with desire - and on seeing how it affects him to see you so Hobi can only try not to cum on the spot at the salacious way you then nibble your lip and slip your thumbs into the waistband of your panties to dispose of them, too; laying yourself bare.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear,” he tells you breathily, a little light-headed at how little blood there is to fill the rest of his veins when there’s so much of it rushing between his legs; so hard that it feels he might burst. You don’t seem to register his words, though, too preoccupied with pushing yourself up off the bed onto your elbows and tugging his lips down onto yours by the front of his shirt, eager tongue licking its way into the hollow of his mouth.

“Take off your clothes,” you murmur into the kiss that desire has made uncoordinated and sloppy, pulling at his shirt once more, “Hurry, Hoseok, please.” Your saliva wets his lips but neither of you mind and when he has to separate himself from you in order to tear the offending article of clothing off you practically chase after his lips, stealing them back as soon as you have the chance. Now that his chest is bare you can’t seem to keep your hands off of him, either, sliding your palms down from where they’d rested on either side of his neck to grab at his biceps, nails digging in deep to make him hiss and curse.

When he coaxes you onto your back they change target, trailing down his chest to start impatiently tugging at his belt as your hips roll upwards from the bed into nothing, and as Hobi kisses his way down your chest, cupping your breasts in either hand, you start to whimper and whine beneath him. Your skin is so smooth - the weight of your breasts perfect in either palm - and the gasp of pleasure that you inhale when he takes one of your nipples between his teeth has Hobi groaning as he sucks it further into his mouth, wet and warm.

“Please, Hoseok!” you cry he flicks at it with his tongue, gently pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger until you’re mewling and twisting and only then letting go to kiss lovingly at the swell of your breast. He removes the rest of his clothes as he spends precious moments worshipping your flesh, slipping down his jeans and boxers in one and unceremoniously kicking them free of his limbs, peeling off his socks as he repositions himself to kneel between the legs you so obligingly spread to make way for him. As he lies back down on top of you and recaptures your lips, your arms wrap around his shoulders to draw him in close, holding tight, and Hobi can’t get enough of how perfect your naked skin feels against his. With every shift of your hips, the softness of your stomach brushes against the swell of his cock and the friction feels so good that he can’t stop the way he instinctively starts to grind back against you, smearing your skin with pre-cum.

The slight sheen of perspiration that lines your skin aids the glide of his hand as it ventures down across your stomach, too far gone now to want to draw this out any longer or tease you any further. With your fingers grasping at the back of his hair, he gets his first feel of the warm, slick wetness that’s coating your core and immediately he groans, captivated at how eagerly you invite him in; legs spreading, hips tilting, lips parted in a soundless gasp of pleasure.

He's sure he's never known a human female be this wet - this responsive - and as his digits trail up and down your slick, swollen folds, Hobi absentmindedly wonders whether it's a hybrid trait that has you reacting so generously to his every little touch, or whether this is a new experience for you too. Are you always this way, or is it because it’s his body that you’re trapped beneath rather than any others that you’re acting like this?

Could this really all be just for him? Could you really be as wrecked as your whimpers of his name against his lips make you sound?

Hobi dares to pray that all his runaway thoughts might be true as he loses himself in the feel you. His fingertips gently part your lips to rub against your entrance, and as your hips lift up from the bed as if trying to encourage him inside, Hobi lets one finger shallowly dip inside and rocks his pelvis into yours to seek out the friction his neglected cock so desperately needs. The way you clutch at his shoulders and writhe underneath him bolsters his confidence, prompting him to slide that one long, lonely digit knuckles deep into your blistering heat, and every inch is so tight - so wet - that Hobi swears he can feel the phantom squeeze of your pelvic floor around his length as your insides constrict around his finger to drag him deeper.

“M-more,” you mewl as he withdraws his digit and then plunges it forth again; a little rougher this time. Your head has fallen to the side to press your face into the pillow and there’s an expression of exquisite agony painted across your features that Hobi can’t imagine he will ever tire of seeing. Underneath him, your whole body is trembling with a need so great that it’s starting to affect him too; his breath similarly shaking with his every laboured exhales. “Need you, please.”

“Don’t want to hurt you, kitty,” he soothes as he closes the space between your bodies, chest to chest as his lips press to yours in a sweet, loving kiss, “Gotta get you ready.” As your noses brush, Hobi adds a second finger alongside the first to stretch you open further, clenching his jaw to keep himself from moaning at the way you clench even tighter around the intrusion and cry out into the kiss you share. Your fingernails dig into the breadth of his shoulders as he curls his digits towards himself inside of you, seeking out the sweet spot inside of you and then flexing them back and forth once he’s found it, pleased at the way you squirm, begging him for more.

“I’m ready now!” you insist, and suddenly you’re attempting to change position even whilst you’re still trapped beneath him, wriggling so impatiently that Hobi’s forced to withdraw his fingers from you and sit back on his heels, watching with widened eyes as you roll over onto your stomach and then push yourself up onto all fours. His aching cock jumps against his stomach at the way you arch your back to raise your behind further up into the air, your tail twitching restlessly where it hangs slightly to the side down one of your buttocks, and when you reach back to grasp the other and pull your cheeks apart to better display your hole, Hobi swears he hears himself whimper at the sight.

You’re so pink inside - so ripe - and every fold and crevice is glossy with your juices, begging to be tasted.

“Please,” you beseech, voice shaking as your hips sway tantalisingly from side to side, grabbing at the pillows on which you lean, “Please!” Hobi takes to his knees and quickly shuffles forward to assume his rightful position behind you, placing his hand on top of yours and squeezing it tight, alarmed by the genuine distress evident in your cries. For a second your trembling seems to settle; soothed by his touch, a sigh of relief leaving your lips.

Hobi wishes he could see your face so he can kiss you and comfort you - look into your eyes - but he knows that’s not what you’re interested in from him right now. There’s only one thing you want and you’re already rubbing yourself against it, angling your hips so that Hobi’s swollen cock is slipping back and forth between the groove at the tops of your buttocks. The sight of it is so erotic that his body seems to start moving all of its own accord, pelvis rocking gently to push back against you, and Hobi can feel himself frowning with the effort it takes to hold back as he grabs a hold of each of your hips to stop you, knowing he’ll cum all over your back if you carry on for even a second longer.

Once more you call out for him, sobbing his name into your pillow, and on hearing your plea for mercy Hobi finally grasps himself by the base of his cock and nudges its blunt, swollen tip against your folds, hands shaking. Your tail shudders with expectation, torso tensing under his palm as you brace yourself, and just as he’s about to finally give in and sink himself into the heat he can feel radiating out from your core, Hobi falters.

“I…” he chokes out, stomach sinking as he realises what a grave miscalculation he’s made, “Fuck, I-I haven’t got a condom…”

“Doesn’t matter,” you gasp out, and it’s only because of the firm hold that Hobi has on your hips that you’re unable to sink yourself back onto his length as you’re attempting to. “It’s not a real heat. I’m not-” You have to pause to let out a mewling whimper, a tremor running down the length of your spine, top to bottom, “-not fertile.”

“You’re sure?” He deserves two medals for this, he thinks; ten in fact. You’re so ready that your juices have already wetted the tip of his length, and it’s only the thought of his sister’s wrath that keeps Hobi from taking you then and there, as deep and raw as you desire. It’s a struggle though, and as his fingertips dig deeper into the flesh of your hips your tail flicks irritably from side to side, temper easily frayed under the influence of your heat.

“I’m really, really sure,” you groan in frustration, and past your shoulders he can see your head flopping forwards to rest in your hands, fingers twisting in your hair. “Please,” you beg, and this time it’s a quiet whimper that passes your lips rather than a cry, muffled against your palms, “Please, I need it.” Your voice sounds thick with tears, and as Hobi leans forward to press consoling kisses against your lower back he feels your hand suddenly land on top of his where it lays upon your hips, grabbing it tight. “I need you - just you. Only you.”

His lips linger against the curve of your spine, eyes closed as he lets the weight of your words settle in his heart. Do you realise the way those words make him feel? The seeds of hope they plant so firmly in his mind? Probably not, but now’s not the time to focus on such things.

Hobi straightens up after one more kiss, trailing one long-fingered hand down the path his lips just travelled down your spine, a tightness in his throat as he shuffles forward so the front of his thighs meet the backs of yours.

“I’ve got you, kitty,” he coos down at you, his head tilting to the side to watch as the head of his cock disappears between your folds, slow and steady, “I’ll give you what you need.” Pressing forward with his hips, Hobi’s thighs begin to shake as you welcome him in. Your back arches, knees shifting even further apart to try to open yourself up for his considerable girth - spreading, stretching - and you’re so tight, so scorching hot inside, that Hobi can feel himself starting to sweat already; and he’s not even all the way inside.

“Fu-fuck,” he hears you gasp out into your hands as he grits his teeth, determined to take his time so as not to hurt you despite wanting so desperately to force every inch of his length inside of you in one glorious, mind-numbing snap of his hips. He knows that under the influence your heat you can’t be trusted to know your own limitations; you’ll take too much, too hard, and Hobi will be damned if he’ll take advantage of your current state just to satisfy his own -

Noble as his intentions are, all of them are rendered null and void when you suddenly push yourself up from elbows to palms and jolt your body back against him, spearing yourself on his cock with a moan of sheer relief. Your head is thrown so far back that Hobi can see the pinks of the inside of your ears, the tips of your hair becoming wet with perspiration as the tendrils drape down onto your back, and Hobi’s not sure that the sound he makes as he becomes so suddenly buried within you is even human - a string of half-uttered curse words flooding from his lips as he grasps onto your hips for dear life, forcing you to keep still.

Immediately you tug against his hold, pulling yourself off of his cock and then sinking back onto it over and over again, mewling and moaning, and Hobi finds himself so paralysed by pleasure that he’s powerless to do anything but let you. He’s entranced with watching his length disappear inside of you, dripping wet when it reappears, and powerless to resist how eagerly your walls devour every inch of him, greedy for more.

“Hoseok,” you moan, the curve of your behind bouncing against his abdominals, “Hoseok, move!” Blinking, it’s at that moment that Hobi realises that all he’s done up until now is kneel completely still and let you use his body to get yourself off. He swallows, embarrassed at having been so entranced by the sight of you that he’d completely forgotten his part, but just as he’s about to get with the program and show you some of his very best moves you suddenly fall still, huffing with frustration.

“Should I give Jin a call?” you jibe, twisting your neck to look back at him over your shoulder, and if it weren’t for the playful glint in your eyes and the curl of a smirk on your lips Hobi might have actually let his feelings get hurt. You’re trying to push him into action - goad him - and god damn it, it’s working. “Clearly I was wrong to think a human could do a hybrid’s job.”

Hobi’s eyes narrow jealously at your mention of the elder hybrid, his jaw clenching, and he knows he doesn’t imagine that little shiver of excitement he sees pass through you as a sudden growl erupts from the back of his throat. He snatches a hold of your hair and tugs your head back, sharp, snarling at the way you shriek with a mix of pleasure-pain, and his fingers dig deep into the flesh of your ass as he grabs a hold of that, too, shoving himself in deep.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who was begging for my cock five minutes ago,” he reminds you, jolting his hips forward again so the head of his cock smacks into your cervix and then holds it there, snug inside your walls. With his grip on your hair as leverage, Hobi straightens up and pulls you with him onto your knees so that your back is pressed to his chest, skin on skin. “Only me, you said.” He whispers the words into your ear, delighting in the way you shiver and sigh as he then presses his lips to the slope of your neck, sliding his cock in and out of you from underneath at a pace so agonisingly slow that it tortures you both. “Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes,” you whimper, body flinching in his grasp when he bites into your throat and then draws the flesh between his teeth, sucking harder and harder until he’s sure to have left a mark behind, “O-only you.”

“That’s right,” he confirms after having relinquished your neck with a soft, wet pop of broken suction. Each of his hands are now full of the weight of your breasts, his fingers busy with best manipulating your pebbled nipples in whichever way will best make you gasp and keen. “So why don’t you lay back down for me, kitty, and take your fucking like a good little queen?”

Frantically nodding your consent, you gasp a yes; a soft sound that turns into a sharp shriek at the unexpectedly savage thrust Hobi delivers into you, slamming his hips into your behind so hard that you jolt forward, falling back down onto your hands and knees. With one palm pressed squarely between your shoulder blades, he forces you down further till you’re laid flat out on the mattress, his knees keeping your thighs spread wide apart as he sinks down with you.

“There you go,” he soothes, hooking his hands under either side of your hips to tilt your pelvis upward and allow him to sink even deeper inside with a groan of pleasure so low that it vibrates through his chest. Earnestly, he starts to move, gradually picking up speed with every forward cant of his hips. He has exactly how he wants you now and you’re exactly how he’d imagined you’d be; soft, pliant, vocal. “Perfect,” he moans aloud, vocalising his final thought, “Such a perfect pussy. So warm and wet and - fuck - just for me.”

“Yes!” You push back against him, toes curling into the mattress as your head turns to the side where it lays on pillow, supple mouth hanging open. Like this, Hobi can watch every single bit of pleasure he’s giving you mould your features, and he loves how little you care to hold it back, letting out each and every sound you care to make; frowning, gasping, grabbing at your pillow. It feels as though you're completely at his mercy, and he'd be lying if he said that didn't get him off.

“This is what you wanted, wasn't it?” he asks you through gritted teeth, thrusting forward so hard that your whole body lurches with the force of it, “Is this hard enough, huh? Is this what you want?” The sound of skin slapping against skin is almost loud enough to match your cries as Hobi drives into you as hard as he possibly can, dragging you onto his cock with the unforgiving grasp he has on your waist.

Incensed by your climbing pitch, Hobi lashes out and smacks his palm against your ass impulsively, and god, the way your core contracts around him when he does it is so exquisite that he can't help but do it a second and third and fourth time. By the time he's done you're very nearly sobbing with pleasure and your legs are shaking so badly you can't keep your hips up anymore - can't find the strength to push back against him - so Hobi wraps his stinging hand underneath your waist and holds your pelvis up for you, the position allowing him to rub two fingers against your clitoris at the very same time.

“Are you gonna cum for me, kitty?” He can tell you're getting close by the ever increasing tightness of your walls, squeezing his cock impossibly hard with each and every thrust. “Gonna show me how bad your pretty little pussy needs breeding? How much you want my cum?”

You’re too far gone to reply; too overwhelmed by pleasure to formulate anything other than the syllables of his name as they pour from your lips. Hobi’s fingertips slip and slide between your legs as he pushes the both of you closer and closer to the edge, and when your body starts to tense beneath him - your nails dug deep into the mattress - he knows you’re very nearly there.

“C’mon baby,” he grunts, letting his weight drop down onto his elbow to close the distance between your bodies as far as he possibly can without pressing on the base of your tail and hurting you in the process. Lay so close to you he can push even harder - even faster- slide every single inch so deep that it’s hard to tell where you end and he begins. “Let me hear you purr.”

“Hoseo - oh! Fuck, fuck!” Every muscle in your body begins to twitch as your orgasm draws near, and it takes Hobi every ounce of willpower he has to keep going despite the pressure building in his own abdomen - how engorged his aching cock has become as it pistons relentlessly in and out of you. He’s not sure he’s ever been so desperate to cum in his life, but he’ll be damned if he finishes before you do. He’ll make you scream his name if it’s the last thing he ever does.

“I’m gonna, oh god, I - Hoseok!” you shout as your whole body goes stiff, your core squeezing so tight that Hobi can’t even pull out anymore; trapped inside you as your walls milk him for his cum. Your broken call for him may well have been lost amongst the feathery down of your pillow but even so, it proves more than enough to finally push him over the edge, finally giving in and letting go with a deep, guttural groan of pleasure.

“Oh f-uh-uck,” he moans languidly, pressing his face into the space between your shoulder blades to muffle the sounds that pour out of him as his hips undulate against you, his buttocks clenching with every drop of cum that pulses out to coat your insides. Even when it starts becoming too sensitive to bear Hobi can’t seem to keep himself from moving, rocking his softening cock in and out of you just an inch or two, no more, just to better enjoy the sensation of his cum spilling out of you in time with his slow, gentle thrusts.

You seem to be enjoying the feel of it, too; head turned to the side on the pillow and a blissful expression on your face. Your eyes are closed and you’re purring happily - well and truly satisfied - and seeing you like this fills him with a sense of pride he can’t even begin to describe as he places a sweet, gentle kiss against your shoulder blade, smiling to himself.

“Feel better?” he asks quietly once over-sensitivity has forced him to separate himself from you, taking great care to not simply collapse on top of you now that all the exertion seems to be catching up with him. He lays at your side instead, wincing slightly at the ache in his thighs and then promptly forgetting all about it the moment you choose to lay your head on his chest, snuggling close and exhaling a contented sigh.

“Much better,” you confirm, laying your arm across his waist and placing a kiss against his pectoral, a silly smile stretched across your pretty face. Ever so gently - as if moving too quickly could suddenly steal the moment away - Hobi curls his arm around you to draw you even closer. He looks down at you, observing every fleeting sigh or flick of your ears with an adoring look in his eyes, and after a few quiet, contented moments pass he realises that that funny feeling has returned in his chest; that same weight, that same tightness.

Now, though, it seems even stronger than it did before, and when you finally open up your eyes and look up at him wearing an expression far too innocent for the things that have just come to pass, that sensation gets so heavy that it’s almost a struggle to breathe. He looks away, a little frightened by the strength of what he’s feeling.

“Hoseok?” Your voice is so soft and gentle that Hobi almost doesn’t hear you call his name, preoccupied as he is with watching your hair fall through his fingers. He meets your gaze again and tries to ignore the frantic pounding of his heart and the little voice inside his mind that’s whispering promises of fulfilled hopes and dreams if only he were brave enough to actually open his mouth and tell you how he feels.

“Do you think…” He swallows, nervous to hear what you’re about to say. “Do you think we can do it again?”

Three more times Hobi finds himself buried between your thighs that night, and each and every time is just as hot and heavy as the last - just as intense. He’s always considered himself to have fairly good stamina in the bedroom but by the time you finally fall asleep in his arms - well and truly out for the count -he’d been very near to throwing in the towel. Every inch of his body aches from having been so determined to make each and every time just as good as the last - to give you a night neither of you will ever forget.

If retrospect, perhaps he shouldn’t have pushed himself so hard. If he hadn’t maybe he would’ve had enough energy left to appreciate how perfect it felt to fall asleep with you curled into his side, your limbs - tail included - wrapped up with his.

Unfortunately, Hobi doesn’t get the chance to relish a slow and sleepy awakening with you either. It’s the sound of his sister’s front door opening and closing and her shrill voice calling your names from the bottom of the stairs that jolts you both awake, and it’s with hushed whispers and wide-eyes that the two of you scramble to pull on your clothes and try your best to make it look as though you hadn’t just spent almost the entire night tangled up in each other’s arms.

As luck would have it, Jiwoo is far too excited to see the both of you to notice that something might be amiss. The lengthy tales she tells of her many exploits abroad take up almost the entire morning, and though Hobi tries his very best to seem interested - and he is, honestly, he is - he can’t help but be constantly distracted by the sight of you sat across from him at the other side of kitchen table; so near and yet so far. Your eyes will meet as Jiwoo gesticulates wildly between you, practically frothing at the mouth with excitement as she speaks, and each and every time they do the prettiest of blushes will fill your cheeks. A secret smile will spread on your face and you’ll bite on your bottom lip to keep it from growing too wide, eyes glancing away, and every time it happens Hobi sits there and wishes he could just lean across the table and kiss you more and more and more.

Mercifully, after what feels like hours of nodding and smiling along, Jiwoo finally runs out of steam. His sister may be a relentless chatterbox but she's not immune to jet lag, and eventually she begins to stretch and yawn over her empty mug of coffee, declaring that it's time for bed.

“I gotta say, I almost didn't expect to find the place still standing,” Jiwoo comments as the three of you filter back into the living room, and behind her Hobi smiles wryly down at his feet.

“Who do you take me for, ‘woo?”

“Need I remind you of the summer of ‘01?” Hobi cringes at the mere mention of the ill-conceived house party his 16-year-old self had decided to throw during one of his parent’s week-long absences. His friends had made such a mess of the place with their underage drinking that it was only thanks to his big sister's help that he hadn't ended up getting his ass kicked when they'd gotten home the next day - and she's never let him forget it.

“I think you'll find I've matured since then,” he grins, pausing by the sofa and leaning his hip against it, arms folded.

“Sure you have.” Jiwoo rolls her eyes fondly. “He didn't go bringing any girls back, did he?” she jokes, directing the question at you and then lifting her eyebrows expectantly when all you do is stare blankly back at her, too caught off guard by the question to answer.

Hobi quickly covers for you by forcing out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“‘fraid my dry spell is still going strong.” Your eyes meet his over Jiwoo’s shoulder and he flashes you a reassuring smile that you awkwardly return, tail flicking nervously behind you.

“Good to know,” Jiwoo yawns, covering her gaping mouth with the back of her hand and smacking her lips once it's done. “Would've been a shame to have to burn those sheets.” Hobi tries very hard to maintain an innocent expression despite his guilty conscience, trying not to tense when his sister walks into his arms and embraces him, squeezing tight. “I guess you'll be heading off home then?” she asks she pulls away, and on finding himself unable to think of a quick enough response to say otherwise Hobi simply nods, following Jiwoo up the stairs to pack his things whilst you stay behind with the intention of clearing up breakfast.

Anticipating that she'll fall straight to sleep, Jiwoo says her goodbyes at the door to her room, thanking him again with a sweet smile and a kiss on the cheek. She probably wouldn't be anywhere near as grateful if she knew what it was she almost walked in on this morning, and as he repacks his overnight bag his thoughts are awash with anxiety.

This wasn't how he'd pictured this morning turning out. The two of you were supposed to have time to talk all this through once you woke up; figure out what's going to happen next and where - if anywhere - this should go. He swears Jiwoo wasn't meant to be back so early but… actually… now he looks at his watch, it turns out to be a lot later in the day than he'd originally thought.

Not that that should come as a surprise; it's not exactly shocking that the two would sleep in late after everything you got up to.

Heading back downstairs with his bag in hand, Hobi wonders if maybe might be able to steal you aside for just a moment or two now that his sister's gone to bed. It's not ideal by any means, but frankly he'll take what he can get over leaving a great big open question mark hanging over the two of you.

You very nearly bump straight into each other when he enters the living room, both of you flinching backward to avoid crashing in the doorway and then laughing lamely when you realise what you've done.

“Hi,” Hobi greets you, cringing internally at how absolutely unnecessary the greeting was. Still, he feels a little better when you say hello back, smiling coyly down at your feet, and as the two of you stand toe to toe Hobi's suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to touch you again. He reaches out to smooth a wayward piece of hair off of your face, and as he leans close Hobi swears he can smell his aftershave lingering on you.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, trying to keep his voice low, and god does it pain him to withdraw his hand from your face.

“Tired,” you reply just as quietly, “But good, thanks to you.” He can't help but grin at that, very aware of how his face feels as though it's filling with heat at the meaningful look in your eyes.

“Glad I could help.” He gives you a second in hopes that you might say something more to save him the nervousness of doing so, but when all you do is keep looking back at him with those sweet, innocent eyes of yours he figures he's going to have to be the one to do it - the one to address the elephant in the room.

“About that,” he starts, shuffling on the spot, “About last night… what are we - I mean - how do you think we-"

Jiwoo shouting your name from her room completely interrupts what he was trying - and failing - to so in-eloquently say. He falls abruptly silent as your eyes dart off to the side, peering up the staircase to check whether or not she's there - whether she might see the two of you stood so close - and when you promptly call back that you're coming in reply Hobi realises that the moment has well and truly passed.

It'll have to wait till another time; another day, another meeting… hell, another phone call will do.

“Sorry,” you apologise sheepishly, ears pressing flat against your hair but perking up once he smiles, shrugging loosely.

“It's alright.” He pauses, trying not to let his smile falter. “You better get up there,” he says, glancing over his shoulder up the stairs. “I'll see you soon, I guess.”

You smile warmly, and just as he's about to step away and make for the front door, you reach out and curl your hand around his forearm, stopping him in his tracks. He raises a questioning eyebrow at you but all you do is smile some more, your gaze flicking down to his lips right before you close the gap between you and bless him with a sweet, parting kiss.

It's brief and it's chaste, and yet it makes Hobi's heart thud just as hard as any of the others you've shared.

“Thank you,” you whisper against his mouth, and by the time he opens up his eyes you're already gone.

When Hobi had thought that clarifying the ins and outs of your relationship would have to wait till another time, he never once predicted that three months on down the line he'd still be completely none-the-wiser as to where the two of you stand.

He can't deny that part of him had been glad to get home. He'd missed the sound of the ocean lapping against the shore adjacent to which his apartment block stands and the smell of freshly baked rolls that creeps under his door each morning, courtesy of his elderly neighbour that lives next door.

Still, however nice it is to be back in his own space - back in his own bed - he can't seem to get you out of his head. Now when he lies amongst his bedsheets bathing in the morning sunlight all he can imagine when he closes his eyes is you how you should be right there, sprawled out next to him with your smooth skin all aglow, crying out to be touched.

If he'd thought the place felt quiet after Yoongi had moved out, it's nothing compared to how it feels now.

He feels like a bit of a chump now, for thinking that you'd call. It's as much his fault as yours, he supposes, that the two of you haven't talked since he left; he could pick up the phone just as easily as you. He'd worried Jiwoo would answer if he did, though, and then what would he say? Before that week all the contact that the two of you had ever shared had been as a threesome - always with Jiwoo present or involved in some way - so would she be suspicious if you and he suddenly started chatting just the two of you now?

It's not even as though three months is a long time for him to go without seeing his sister. There have been periods before where he's gone almost six months without making the journey across town to touch base, and yet somehow these twelve weeks have felt infinitely longer than any that have gone before.

He knows why, of course; he'd be an idiot not to realise. He misses you - misses you every damn day - and he really wishes it wasn't so. The more time that passes without hearing from you the easier it is for him to start to believe the nasty little voice in his head that's whispering he's a fool; why else wouldn't you have tried to contact him unless everything he felt - feels - for you is as one-sided as he fears?

Eventually, as time goes on, Hobi manages to convince himself to start to let it go. He should have never gotten his hopes up in the first place and he should've known better than to read into the way you acted during your heat. He was just in the right place at the right time, that was all, and the intimacy you shared was just a means to an end and that's… that's ok, he reckons. He's glad he was there to help you, regardless, even if that's all it was or will ever be.

Besides, it probably wouldn't have worked out anyway. The two of you are from almost completely different worlds, and -

“Jung Hoseok!” The frantic banging on his front door and the familiar sound of his sister's voice hollering his name from the other side startles him so badly that he very spills the boiling hot water he'd been about to pour into his cup all over the counter, yelping as he jumps on the spot.

He hastily places the pan back on the stove as the banging continues, and then rushes to the door with a nervous lump in his throat that feels as though it's getting bigger with every step he takes.

“You better open up this damn door right now or I swear to-" Hobi yanking open his door cuts Jiwoo off abruptly, her mouth slamming closed - though it doesn't stay that way for long. Before he can ask her what's wrong - what she's doing here - she starts to rant and rave once more. “What did you do?!” she exclaims, cheeks tinged red with anger, “I leave you for a week - a week - and you go and-"

“‘Woo, woo,” he interrupts, holding up his hands in innocence, eyes wide in the face of her fury, “What am I supposed to have done here? It'd be nice to know what I'm getting yelled at for before you kick my ass.”

“Not what - who!” she hisses. Suddenly stepping aside, Hobi’s stomach drops as he watches his sister tug you into the middle of the door frame from where you'd been lingering just out of sight, and from the moment he lays eyes on you Hobi knows exactly what's wrong.

You're in heat again; a real one, this time. He'd be able to spot it a mile off. Your pupils are dilated and your eyes are slightly glazed; every inch of your trembling body shining with sweat. It's practically dripping off of you, and even from several paces away he can feel the heat radiating off you and hear the pained whimpers that are falling from your lips - ears flat and tail tucked between your legs.

The look on his face on seeing you in such a state must give him away because suddenly Jiwoo is repeatedly slapping him on the arm with her tiny, furious hands, cursing his name.

“For fucks sake - you did, didn't you?!” she blusters, continuing to slap even as he ‘owowow’s’ and flinches under her barrage. “She won't take her pills, ‘Seok, and you wanna know why?” As his sister backs off and gestures to you, Hobi can practically see the apology and embarrassment in your eyes. “She wants you, ‘Seok, and apparently, only you'll do!”

His eyes dart nervously back and forth between you and Jiwoo, caught somewhere between the urge to explain and the burning want to help soothe your pain.

“I… uh…” he starts, but Jiwoo simply cuts him off, shaking her head as she gently pushes you forwards toward him, her hands in the small of your back.

“I can chew you out later for this,” she grumbles, “But right now… she needs you more.” Unsure about what else to do, Hobi holds open his arms to welcome you into them and then very nearly falls over with the force with which you rush into his embrace. With your face nuzzling against his chest, you instantly begin to purr, long and loud, and as he wraps his arms around you to pull you close you cling right back, sighing happily when he presses his face into your hair and kisses between your ears.

“Urgh,” Hobi hears his sister grimace, but when he looks up he's surprised to see her wearing a smile rather than a frown - albeit a reluctant one. “Of course you two would look fucking adorable,” she groans, “I hate you both.” He can't help but grin smugly back at her as you begin to plant needy, frantic kisses against his neck, clenched fists tugging at his shirt.

“Hoseok,” you whimper against his jaw, pushing your body against his, and at that Jiwoo decides to make a rather rapid exit, pinching her eyes shut so as not to see her best friend and her brother all over one another.

“Just… just call me when you're done, ok?” she says, waving a hand your way with her eyes still closed. Hobi's rather glad they are, actually, considering you're now tugging at his belt and sinking to your knees.

“Uh-sure-ok!” he hastily replies and then promptly swings the door closed just in case Mrs Kim from next door decide to pop her head out to see what all the fuss is about - and just in time, too. His back crashes against the wall as you grasp him by the hips and push him back into it, his pants and underwear already hanging around his knees as he grunts and groans your name.

Needless to say, the next few hours pass by in a bit of a blur. The two of you get lost in each other exactly as you did before - sweat and skin and tangled limbs, grabbing hands and deep, unyielding kisses- and if Hobi thought you were insatiable the first time it's nothing to compared to how ravenous you are now you're in a genuine heat. By the time you're finally through with him Hobi isn't sure he'll ever be able to get it up ever again, though when he gazes down sees the look of perfect contentment on your face - just like before - he's sure he'd still give it a damn good try if you asked it of him.

“Kitkat,” he whispers, brushing his thumb against your cheek. The other is pressed to his chest as you snuggle up to his side, every inch of you swelteringly warm, and your eyelids flutter as he touches you, slowly pulling open your eyes.

Hobi hates to wake you - he can empathise with you feeling so tired, after all - but part of him fears if he doesn't say all the lines he's rehearsed in his head for so many months now that the chance may escape him again. How long would it be until the next time you need him again, should he let that happen?

“Hoseok… what's wrong?” you ask, mirroring the frown that he realises he must be wearing as you similarly place your palm against his cheek, concerned.

“Nothing,” he assures you, making a considered effort to smooth out the lines etched across his forehead. He takes your hand and turns his head to press a kiss to your palm, heart fluttering with both nerves and excitement at the way your eyes sparkle in response to his affectionate gesture. “I just…” He steels himself, taking a breath. “I missed you, that's all.”

A beat goes by, and as it passes Hobi's sure he sees you take a deep breath too, your cheeks filling with a blush.

“I missed you too,” you answer quietly, biting down on your lip, and Hobi swears his heart is about to burst out of his chest at any given moment at the way you shyly smile. “I was… I'd hoped that you'd call.”

“You did?” he sputters out, flushing with embarrassment when you chuckle your amusement back at him, pushing back a piece of his fringe that'd fallen into his widened eyes.

“Of course…” you smile, and Hobi can barely believe that this is happening - that any of this could be true. He must've fallen asleep, or surely he must be dreaming. How else could you be lying there next to him looking as perfect as you do; bathed in the afternoon sunlight as it pours in through the window, aglow with happiness. “I like you, Hoseok… I've always liked you.” You blush as you say the words and roll further onto your front, his sheets slipping further off your shoulders to expose more skin.

“Really?” he asks, because for all the sunshine attitude and positive disposition he displays to the rest of the world, underneath it all he's just as insecure as the next guy; struggling to believe someone as perfect as you would want to waste all your time and affection on him.

“Wasn't it obvious?!” He laughs because, no - no it wasn't - but he's glad it is now. He can see the affection in your eyes as you gaze up at him; can feel it in the gentleness of your touch. Quietly, you go on, “I told you, Hoseok… I only want you.”

“Me?” he repeats shyly, feeling like some love-drunk fool. He knows it might sound like he's fishing, but quite the opposite is true. He needs to hear it just one more time to believe it might be true; that you really do care for him as he does you.

“Yes,” you patiently reply, “Just you.” Your grin grows in time with his, hips rocking happily from side to side under the covers. “Only you.” Happy butterflies swirling inside his abdomen, Hobi takes your face in both of his hands, palms cupping your cheeks and thumbs tracing the angle of your jaw. “My mate.”

“That’s right,” he confirms in a whisper, and then draws your face towards his to kiss you; sweet and slow and deep. It feels as though it goes on forever but Hobi’s in no rush, enveloped in warmth from the sun shining hot through the window onto his back and the heat of your body pressed to his front, your hands pressed neatly to his chest.

“What are we going to do about Jiwoo?” you ask once the two of you parts, settling down to lie with your head on Hobi’s chest and his fingers tracing circles into the skin of your arms.

“Ah, I’ll take care of her,” he dismisses casually, pressing a kiss into your hair. Sure, Jiwoo might be mad for a little while, but you’ll get over it; Hobi always has been able to wrap his big sister right around his little finger given adequate time and enough shopping trips.

“Besides, he muses, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “I hear Yoongi has an adorable new pup at the shelter who needs a good home.”

“Oh?” Your ears flick with interest, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes as you quickly catch his drift, “A dog?” Hobi nods, slouching further down into the pillows and squeezing you tight.

“Jimin, I think his name is.”

“Jimin, hm?” His heart swells with affection for you as he watches you mull it over, thinking so hard it’s almost as if he can the cogs in your mind. You shrug your approval a few seconds later and Hobi can’t help but wonder if you’d be anywhere near so accepting of the idea a canine entering your lives if it weren’t for the need for the two of you have some serious making up to do where it comes to his sister.

“It might not be such a bad idea, I guess; lord knows she could do with a good rutting.”

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Bodyguard

Pairings: Do Kyung Soo x OC

Genre: Mature, Romance, Angst (But not love angst), fluff and Smut.

Warnings: Main character under trauma.

Summary: Ae Ra is a singer who has been receiving threatening messages and letters for a while now, but she didn’t give them importance. Until one day the sender decides to act and kidnaps her. It’s then when her agency decides that she needs protection, so they hired two bodyguards for her. Mister Do and Mister Park.

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Chapter 10

Kyung Soo packed clothes for two days in his favorite backpack. He was excited, moving quickly around the house. Feeling a bit of adrenaline. He wasn’t sure why. This wasn’t the first time he spent the night at Ae Ra’s. It wasn’t the first time they were alone. But it was the last night they worked together, and there was a different feeling about it. He was happy there weren’t going to be living in sin anymore. He hated the fact that he wasn’t going to see her as often now. That was going to be a hardship. He missed her every time he went back home.

He arrived at his shift at 8 o’clock. Chanyeol had already left. He was glad because he could scoop Ae Ra off the floor and kissed her hungrily.

After a heavy make-out session at the door, Ae Ra invited Kyung Soo to her studio “I need to finish some details in a couple of songs and I want to end it quickly so we can have fun, you mind?” “Of course not, you sure you want me there?” She grabbed his hand and walked him downstairs into her cozy studio “Sure! I want you to see how cool I look” “You are already very cool in my eyes” “Only cool?” They stopped at the door of her studio, the dim lights of the room giving her skin a warm color, so tempting. He hugged her waist and pinned her against the door peppering soft kisses from her chin to her jaw. He caught her lips into a chaste kiss but she tugged him looking for something more. He granted her unspoken wish, kissing her tenderly, slowly, tasting her lips, riveted by her warmth and softness. He reached a hand up towards Ae Ra’s face to stroke her cheek, brushing soft touches across her skin. All his movements were slow and soft. It just fit the moment. They were alone, they were in no rush, and he just wanted to be with her. In the moment. Just take his time. He moved apart just to take her in for a second. Her blushed and stunned face, staring at him with a devotion that almost made him feel uncomfortable. Almost. It also made him felt incredibly confident and full of himself. He leaned in, nuzzling her cheek “You’re cool, beautiful, sexy, irresistible, adorable, sweet” “Stop” She said between giggles. He leaned down to peck her mouth, but kept the kiss simple, she needed to work. He leaned down again to kiss her one more time before he pulled himself upright, offering her his hand. She spent about an hour recording some parts for her songs and then doing something at them on her computer. He tried to understand what she was doing, but it was beyond his comprehension.

The weather was very nice, so they ate lunch outside. She wanted to order food, so he didn’t have to work, but he insisted on cooking for her. It was his way of honor his last day at work. They sat close, leaning into each other unable to stay apart for too long. He told her about his plan for the next two weeks “We got two weeks of vacation, but not really, on the second week we have a training camp for 5 days…after that, I start at my new job” “Where?” “I will be working for a politician, he is a senator, from 8 am to 6pm” She was happy that he was going to work office hours. Of course, she only liked him having 24 hours shift when it was for her “So next week you don’t have to work?” He shook his head “So we can meet?” “Sure, your house or mine?” “Both” He looked at her amused and asked her why both “Well, I’m sensing that for now, all our dates are going to be at my place or yours, so we should come here one time, then yours and like that so we don’t get bored” How could they get bored? He thought. Considering their personalities, there were no chances of getting bored.

God bless Kim Jongin. He was great. Diligent, respectful, proactive and funny. She couldn’t even see the reporters harassing her when she left her agency thanks to him. But she missed Kyung Soo and Chanyeol so bad. Especially Kyung Soo. She understood why people who worked together started dating. It was just so nice and reassuring to have the person you love there, so you could look at them whenever you wanted, steal a caress, or just kiss whenever you were craving it. But now she was craving Kyung Soo and he was at work and she was in her agency, working nonstop. Of course she was being ungrateful and spoiled. Kyung Soo wasn’t there anymore because everything was alright now. But she was only thinking this. She still liked Jongin “Miss Ji, your car is ready so we can go” This was the third time she heard that only on that day. Gym, agency, dance studio. She had a late training meeting with Yixing. It was 7 pm. They would be ready by 10 with some luck. It was common for Yixing to make her stay for one more hour, and she always said yes. But that was the old, single Ae Ra. The new and taken Ae Ra wasn’t going to call and cancel her plans…for the fourth time. So when Yixing told her that she needed to polish some moves, she acted as if she didn’t listen to him.

When she arrived at her house, Kyung Soo was in the kitchen heating their food. He received her with a bright smile and like that her muscles stopped hurting “You haven’t eaten yet?” “No, I was waiting for you” She walked to him and hugged him kissing his shoulder “I’m so sorry, for arriving late and for canceling our previous three dates” Kyung Soo turned around and grabbed her face “I told you not to apologize, I’m ok, go and sit down this is almost ready” He gave her a quick kiss and she obeyed. They sat next to each other, as always. Kyung soo had his left hand on her thigh the entire time, just because he liked to touch her, he said. He asked her about her day and listened carefully to what she said. He actually cared. She did the same and was glad that hear that he was enjoying his new job. They finished their food and Kyung Soo insisted on taking care of the dishes “Go to bed, I’ll be there in a minute” She liked the idea but she wanted to go to bed with him “I will wait for you, let me help you” “No, you spend the entire day working, sit down and watch me do it then” “You didn’t work the entire day?” He shook his head, pouring hot water in the sink “Not really, he had a public appearance in the morning and then Chanyeol and I had to stay on hold for the rest of the afternoon” He went silent, focusing on his duty, scrubbing, scrubbing. It was amazing how wonderful domesticity felt. There was some music playing in the background and Kyung Soo was humming along, his voice deep and harmonious. It was dark outside, but the fairy lights spread around the garden illuminated the place enough, the kitchen was warm, still impregnated with the delicious smells of Kyung Soo’s cuisine, it was late but tomorrow was Sunday and none of them had to work. The happiness she felt at that moment form ribbons of excitement and nervousness in the pits of her stomach. She ached to touch him. To share this happiness, she was feeling with him. Tell him, show it to him. Show him how much she had missed him. She did count the days she spent without seeing him. Four days felt like so much more. She spoke to him every day, at least twice a day. But it was his presence what she missed the most. Hug him, kiss him, hold his hand, touch his face, tickle his ear and get that childlike smile, caress his shaved head, sit on his lap and just stay there doing all the above. She missed him, and she knew that with time she would be able to control it, to tone it down maybe, but it was too recent. It was still a bit hard. She stood up and walked to him, hugging him from behind, hiding her face between his shoulder blades, breathing in his sent. He kept washing the dishes, but she felt him giggle “I miss you” She whispered against his back “You miss me?” “It has been a while” He drew in a sharp breath “What do you …oh right, yes, it has been a while” Ae Ra felt like they were talking about the same thing but not the same thing at the same time. She was talking about touching him, but apparently, he was talking about sex. Either way worked for her. Kyung Soo dropped the spoon he was rinsing and turned off the water. She kissed the back of his neck and kept her lips attached to his skin. She felt him shiver slightly, keeping his hands on the edge of the sink. She piled up all her boldness and reached over, palming Kyung Soo over the soft fabric of his joggers. He growled, and bucked against her hand before turning around and smash their mouths together. Ae Ra felt herself being pushed back as Kyung Soo was kissing her hungrily. He stopped moving when her back hit the edge of the kitchen counter. Her lips trailed down from his mouth to his chin as her hand began pulling down her pants. She felt his hot breath on her ear as she was able to drop down his black pants. Ae Ra slipped her right hand inside his underwear, catching his growing erection between her fingers. Kyung Soo threw his head back as she kissed her way back to his lips. She loved how he had her pinned against the counter, but she was in complete control. Kyung Soo moaned his pleasure, his voice hoarse and husky as she teased the head of his erection “Ae Ra” He called out, so she opened her eyes to see him lean in to kiss her “I missed you so much Ae Ra” He said, kissing her and flicking his tongue over her lips, as he trailed his fingers down her spine. A sudden thought made her giggle suddenly. Kyung Soo moved apart as if burned by her lips, and with wide eyes asked her what was so funny “It’s just…this thought came in, and I’m so stupid and horny…I just don’t know what to do, I can’t decide what I want to do now, I really want to suck you off but on the other side I also want you to…” She didn’t get to finish her sentence. He cut her off with a smacking kiss and pulled her on top of the kitchen counter “I want to hear you moan” He whispered against her lips “Make me” She answered, pecking his bottom lip “You are so sexy” She pushed her hips forward in an attempt to gain some warm friction. His words of approval always did so much for her, for her libido. He pushed himself away from her and with talent, he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off in a couple of seconds. He came back to her and wasted no time in dipping his hand between her legs, running his middle finger up the length of her slit. His finger felt so cool against her heat, making her whimper “You are ready uh?” He gave her a knowing look and licked his lips “Stop it” She retorted, blushing, only to knock her head into the wall as he unceremoniously shoved two fingers inside of her. He rained opened mouth kisses along her jaw and began moving his fingers slowly. She rolled her hips against his hand, already moaning, her words a mixture between soft curses and his name “You are tight” He commented against her hear, growling quietly. She could only grunt as he scissored his fingers, loosening her up “You really missed me” She could hear his cocky smile, so she moved her hands down his back and pinched his butt. Kyung Soo let go out of her, jolting in surprise, taking a step back. She winked at him playfully, she knew he liked that but before she could play him some more, he pulled off his shirt and boxers. She wet her lips at the sight. Kyung Soo gave himself a few slow pumps and came back to her “Close the curtains, I can’t believe you stopped working as my bodyguard some weeks ago and already forgot the basics” He smiled brightly and walked away quickly, closing the thick curtains “You know that no one is stalking you anymore right?” “I know, but fear is never rational” He gave himself some pumps, making her wish she was his hand and came back “Fine now? Let’s not waste more time” She giggled and tugged him by the shoulders with one hand, the other sneaking its way up to his neck, as if to keep him there, kissing him, slipping her tongue over his bottom lip. Kyung Soo opened his mouth and grabbed her waist tightly, and she felt burning hot. They began kissing with no pace or rhythm, but also with no hurry. Ae Ra felt like she was melting, his open-mouthed kisses were making her lose the tiny bit of control she had, the cool she was keeping. His hands kept sliding up her arms, over her shoulders and then down her chest, fondling her breast. His breathing echoed Ae Ra’s rapid, raspy one. Whenever she bit on his lips, his fingers around her waist tightened. He moved his hands around her to slip them under her underwear, resting them on her ass. “Lift so I can take them off” She raised herself on her hands, and Kyung Soo pulled them down quickly, knowing that she didn’t have too much strength, especially in her arms. There was this vulnerability blossoming inside her, that appeared whenever Kyung Soo had her like this, naked and pinned against his own nakedness. But it went away in a puff as she met his eyes, big, warm and dark but familiar. She relished the feeling of his hands traveling up and down her sides, drawing a map with her moans as a guideline “I need to go get a condom, I can’t wait anymore”

“Hurry up then” She said, breathless from his presence. He peeled himself off of her and made a bee-line for the living room. She suck in the image of his wide shoulders and perky butt, moving comfortably around her house. She heard him rustle, probably digging for them on his overnight bag. She took a look at herself, naked on top of the kitchen counter, legs spread, chest already exhibiting red bite marks, covered in a soft sheen of sweat. She got turned on by her own state. She wished she had a full length mirror in front of her.

She really surprised herself with some of her thoughts. He came back and found her in the kitchen, leaning back, resting on her hands, flushed, sexy and relaxed, looking at her body. When she noticed him, she looked flustered, a bit of embarrassment on her eyes “What happened? What were you thinking” She avoided his eyes, smiling at herself “Nothing, just…I really like how I look now” “I like it too, you look gorgeous” She saw the lust in those dark eyes traveling slowly up her body. He licked his lips unconsciously, playing with the condom in his hands. He walked over to her, carving her image on his mind for those nights when Ae Ra would be on tour. Now though, she was there. Her warmth against him, their lips meeting for another kiss. She captured him with her legs and arms. They both wanted this so much. And as much as they enjoyed touching and teasing each other, they couldn’t wait anymore for something a bit more… closer. Ae Ra reached for his erection, pumping him, a heated gasp leaving his lips. Her voice sounded low and desperate “Do it, put it on” She ordered him and Kyung Soo was fast to follow her orders. Meanwhile he opened the tin foil, she kept moving her hand up and down, enjoying the solid weight on her palm, feeling confident and powerful by making Kyung Soo’s cock stiffen and by making him moan. When he was all covered, he sucked onto his index and middle finger, and then place them between her legs, caressing her clit and sinking them slowly, just like before. She closed her eyes in pleasure, moaning against his lips “Oh fuck” She groaned. Ae Ra relaxed with his touch and guided him closer to her, just where she wanted him. Where she needed him. Kyung Soo heard her drawn-out moan that was giving him goosebumps down his spine in the best way. He looked up and found her looking at him, eyes wild, already a bit messy, hair mussed and lips red and parted. Her image was already imprinted on his brain. Her head fell back when he rolled his hips. A loud moan coming from her chest. His mind went blank when he felt her tighten around him. It felt so damn good that for a second he thought he was going to embarrass himself there, ending this too quickly. Ae Ra bit her lip watching him. So focused and dedicated all of the sudden, he looked so sexy. Sweaty, eyes closed in concentration, or pleasure, either of them was good. She had to voice out her thoughts. She knew Kyung Soo wasn’t as needy as she was when it came to compliments, and he could get shy, but she needed to tell him “You look so incredibly sexy” Her voice was low and dark, a little husky. He caught that first, and then what she was saying. Nonsense. But nevertheless, it felt great to hear it. So he pushed in harder. Her eyes rolled back, a strangled cry of pure lust. He was finally able to set up a rhythm. They shared moans and sighs. She wanted to look at him, into his eyes, study his expressions, but it was a hard task. Kyung Soo rearranged his position, bending his legs further so he could reach deeper. Her nails dug into his skin, leaving long scratches down his arms and back. Ae Ra couldn’t hold herself anymore, so she slid back onto the table, knees bent and feet on the edge of the table. His thrust grew sloppier and faster. He changed the angle, rubbing her perfectly, his hands holding her waist tightly, bringing her body to meet his thrust halfway. The cold surface of the counter stuck to her back, and this position made her feel observed by Kyung Soo. Sure, she couldn’t hug him as she liked, but she knew he was watching her blushed face, her damp chest, her breast bouncing with each trust and he had an almost panoramic view of both of them, connected “Touch yourself” He ordered her. She looked surprised, he was surprised too by his own words. She lifted her right hand to his face “Suck my fingers then” Kyung Soo remembered how he saw her soul left her body when he sucked on her thumb the last time they slept together. Kyung Soo put her index and middle finger inside his mouth and worked his tongue around them. Ae Ra’s hips rocked against his harder and without wanting it, he bit her fingers. He was going to apologize, but she didn’t look bothered or in pain. He released them and Ae Ra brought them to her center, drawing circles feverishly. She was close, and she wanted to reach her release. Pure bliss burst inside her and spread over her body as she came. It was maddening how amazing it felt, knocking her out from reality. She could only hear her bloodstream and Kyung Soo’s raged breathing. He came a bit later, her name coming from his mouth followed by a soft moan. Such a beautiful sound. He thrust a couple of times inside her, and then landed on top of her, panting, resting his head between her breast. She felt his full weight on top of her, he was unable to stand up anymore. Kyung Soo didn’t like sweating, but this was a glorious exception. Ae Ra caught him between her legs and started caressing his head absentmindedly “I missed you too” He said against her skin. She laughed, warmly and comforting, scratching his head, making him want to purr. He tried to move, but Ae Ra stopped him. His legs were tired, but he could stay a little while there if she wanted. Just a little bit though. He kissed her chest, distracting her so he could slide out, and she sighed, quietly lamenting the loss. She sat up as Kyung Soo straightened, not letting go of him completely. She couldn’t. He smiled at her, his apple cheeks asking for a peck, his cute nose calling her. She kissed him tenderly and felt him shiver in her arms “Are you cold?” She asked him “No, no…it feels good” There were moments like this when Ae Ra felt so sure about this. As sure as the sky was blue. Sure that everything she felt, Kyung Soo felt it too. The nervousness, the insecurities, the love, the passion, the complete delight of being touch. Everything was reciprocal. If she kept thinking about this she was going to start crying “I can’t believe you did me like that on top of the kitchen counter and now you are being cute like this” She commented, changing her line of thoughts “We really did that uh?” he looked around, taking in their surroundings “I always get what I want from you Kyung Soo” She joked and he shrugged, he knew it was like that, he loved that it was like that “Should I help you get down” She nodded and hugged him as he lifted her from the counter. Her legs felt a bit weak, but nothing terrible, and as Kyung Soo picked their clothing from the floor, she checked her chest and arms for any mark “Kyung Soo, from now on you have to be careful, you can’t leave marks everywhere” “Where can I, then?” He handed her clothes and check her out from head to toe “Any place that’s covered with clothes” She was about to put on her underwear, but Kyung Soo stopped her by graving her by the waist and turned her around. She couldn’t see what he did, only noticed how he went down on his knees and then felt his lips and teeth on her left cheek and the little sting of pain as he worked on his love bite “Kyung Soo!” He stood up and caressed his most recent work hugging her from the back “You said a place that’s covered by clothes, what better place than this one uh?” He gave her two short slaps and a quick kiss on the shoulder. How could he be like this? “My butt? Really? that’s the best place?” She commented between giggles, putting on her underwear and t-shirt “Stop complaining, you loved it, let’s go to bed, is late and you worked all day, can you walk?” She was going to make fun of him for being so full of himself and ask that, but there were better ways to deal with this “No, no, I can’t walk, take me there” She reached for him and Kyung Soo lifted her “You are a bit heavier” Before she could make a big deal about it, he clarified “I’m telling you this in the best way possible, the first time a carry you like this I was shocked by how light you were, now you actually weight something” He walked out of the kitchen, across the living room swaying her softly, his voice low and soft “You are eating better, working out…” “I even developed some muscles here, did you noticed” She commented excitedly, pointing under her ribcage “I did notice, you look amazing” She kissed his cheek and Kyung Soo pulled her up, closer to his head so he could kiss her too “Now don’t kiss me, I can’t get distracted doing this” He commented taking the first step of the stair. As soon as they reached the last step, Ae Ra kissed him again.

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Kyung Soo arrived at her house around six. He finished his shift and Chanyeol drove him to Ae Ra’s house “So anniversary dinner uh?, Did you bring a ring or something?” “No, we said no gifts” Chanyeol threw his head back dramatically “I didn’t mean it like that, I meant wedding ring” Kyung Soo looked at him in horror, eyes round as balls, mouth half-open “Wedding?! We are celebrating 5 months together you idiot, is too soon” “I was just messing with you, also, I don’t think it would be good for Ae Ra to get married now, I don’t think it would be good for her to date someone now” They both looked at each other at the same time. Chanyeol was scared, Kyung Soo looked incredibly sad “No, sorry, that’s not what I meant” Kyung Soo lifted his hand silencing Chanyeol. Ae Ra had been so busy thinking about how she could hurt him, how she could bring trouble to him by dating that none of them stopped to think about how bad it could be for her. Of course, no one would like seeing her date someone “Kyung Soo, stop thinking whatever you are thinking now” “She is going to get hate right? This is going to affect her popularity” Chanyeol moved on his seat desperate to stop him from going down that path. Kyung Soo couldn’t move from his seat, his eyes fixed on Ae Ra’s gate. He had the keys of it on his back pocket and the code of the door in his brain. They had plans to celebrate that night. What if there was a journalist waiting outside hidden in a car waiting for a scandal “Chanyeol, let’s go, take me to my house” “Kyung Soo…” “Let’s go” Chanyeol tried to convince him to stay, but he ignored him.

The day had started amazingly. She slept over at Kyung Soo’s house and the first thing she got was a happy anniversary kiss from him. They had a nice breakfast and then he left for work. After that, she had to go to her agency for some meetings and have lunch with her boss. She had a fan meeting, and that’s when things started to get weird. It started raining and some of her fans got wet. Then Jongin broke her cellphone by dropping it from his hands into a water font. And then they called her from her agency that she had to take some pictures for a magazine and record an interview for a Tv Channel. It was obvious that she wasn’t going to make it home on time. And there she started to panic. She had no cellphone to call Kyung Soo “Call him from Jong In’s cellphone” Mister Min told her “He left a while ago” “Call him from my cellphone” “It’s 2019, no one memorize numbers anymore, and I don’t have it with me” Mister Min tried to think on something else to advice, but he couldn’t “Call your home then? He must be there” “You must know, better than anybody that I don’t have a landline” “Ok, so you can’t get in touch with your boyfriend because you are a millennial” She stuck her tongue at him and sank on her seat, sad and frustrated. She was done with work by midnight. Mister Min drove her home and started driving faster when Ae Ra broke into tears “I can’t believe I stood him on our anniversary, and couldn’t tell him, what if he is worried about me? What if he waited for me all this time?” Mister Min didn’t know what to say, so he remained silent and kept driving.

She opened the front door and her house was silent and the lights were off. She went upstairs and Kyung Soo wasn’t there. Without really thinking about it, she grabbed her bag and went outside, Mister Min was still there “Take me to Kyung Soo’s house!” She ordered him, jumping in the back seat. Mister Min drove fast again. Ae Ra entered the code three times before she got it right. Her memory always misbehaved when under pressure. Kyung Soo’s house was silent. But she knew he was there. She left her bag in the living room and went to his room. He was already sleeping, covered to his nose, cold. She took off her street clothes and put on one of his t-shirt. She got in his bed and did her best to cuddle him without waking him up. She was confused about why he was at his house and not hers. She wanted to know if he was too worried. She wanted to celebrate their anniversary. But they could talk about that tomorrow morning.

The alarm woke up Kyung Soo at 7 am. He forgot to turn it down last night. He arrived at his flat, dropped all the food at the kitchen counter and went straight to the bathroom. He took a long shower and then went to bed. He hadn’t felt like this in so long. Maybe since his high school girlfriend broke up with him out of nowhere. His chest hurt, his head felt swollen, and his hands were cold. He just wanted to go to bed, sleep, rest. He wasn’t going to take any rash decision, but for now, he couldn’t find the strength to talk to Ae Ra. He texted her his apologies for not been there that night, turned off the lights and then went to sleep. He woke up with the same feeling on his head, his chest a bit lighter, but his hands were warmer now. He opened his eyes slowly, he noticed that his head was covered by the duvet. There was a fragrant and familiar smell lingering under his covers. And a very comforting warmth on his hands. He searched for his hands in the darkness and saw those two small hands holding onto him “Ae Ra” He whispered, surprised “You are up?” He heard her answer, picking under the covers. He move up in the bed and was amazed by really find her there looking at him, still sleepy but smiling “I’m sorry I stood you up last night Kyung Soo” “What do you?...Stood up…I, I didn’t went to your house” She looked at him clueless “I send you a text” He tried to clarified without having to actually tell her what happened “I’m phoneless, Jongin broke it” Kyung Soo closed his eyes in mild frustration, he forgot to warn her “Yes, he tends to do that, don’t put anything on his hands” “Understood…why you didn’t go to my house? Are you sick?” Kyung Soo took a deep breath and pulled his hands away from Ae Ra’s warmth. She followed his movements and sat next to him. He could see her worry on her face “Kyung Soo, what’s going on?” His throat clenched suddenly. He really didn’t know what was going on. Chanyeol comment showed him a truth he never pondered before. Out of blindness or selfishness, he wasn’t sure. It just flew past his head. More than hurt him, this relationship could hurt Ae Ra and everything that meant something to her “I…I came to realize something…I was so blind, so inconsiderate before, only now I can see what could happen to you” Ae Ra moved on top of the bed, and kneeled in front of him, her hands on her knees, still clueless “What are you talking about Kyung Soo? This is scaring me” “As your fan, I can’t believe I never thought about it…you can’t date, dating someone, anyone could affect your image” “Image?!” “Yes, it’s always like that, How many times has your agency released a statement saying that you aren’t dating? only because the repudiation comments have flooded your social media, everybody gets furious until they deny it” “I can’t deny that Kyung Soo, but where are you going with this?” He remained silent, he couldn’t find the strength to say what he was thinking. He always wanted to put her first, but right now, putting her first could bring them both sorrow and regret “Kyung Soo, you want to break up with me?” Her voice broke at the last syllable and that made him break. He didn’t like crying. He hated crying. But also, it was hard for him to cry. He rarely cries “Kyung Soo, no, love, don’t cry” She grabbed his head tenderly, moving his hands away but Kyung Soo didn’t want to show her his face, so he hid in her hands, unable to control the need to be close to her, to be comforted by her “Kyung Soo” She called his name again, her voice a bit higher, worried. She didn’t insist, but arranged his body between her arms, caressing his back and kissing his head. he calmed down after some minutes. He felt stupid and scared, but Ae Ra looked even more scared. She called his name again, and this time he had the strength to move away from her warm chest. She grabbed his face softly, cleaning under his eyes. His body shivered involuntarily, as it always did when she was overly tender with him “What is going through that beautiful head Kyung Soo, tell me” “I’m terrified of troubling you with this feeling, with what I want to have with you” “How could you trouble me?” “If people find out that you have a boyfriend, they are going to lose it” “Yes, and they are going to attack you” “No, you are going to get the hate, is always like that!” There was a hint of laughter in her voice when she answered him “Kyung Soo, I get hate because they always relate me with some famous actor or idol, and their fans go nuts and start sending hate” “Your fans too Ae Ra” “Yes, but nothing terrible, and if I cared, I would have talked to them, they are civilized humans Kyung Soo” “I’m terrified of hurting you in any way” “Then you should know that you breaking up with me would destroy me” He chuckled, not sure why he could understand her though “The solution would be terrible for both” “Kyung Soo, your feelings towards me, your touch and gestures, your love would never be troublesome for me, ok?” He didn’t answer, he wasn’t fully convinced yet “Kyung Soo, this is insane, who put those ideas in your head?” “Chanyeol” “Of course is Chanyeol’s fault…look, of course when people find out about us there is going to be a reaction, reject and acceptance, and honestly, I couldn’t care less, why would I? how they reactions could do anything for us, we love each other, we found each other, you helped me when I needed it, I trust you and I treasure you with all I have, not a million hate comments would make me leave you…what about you? Would you be able to let that pass? Even if you have a strong mindset, a hurtful comment at the wrong time can really destroy you…Can you let that go?” “I can, I will” The bright smile that his short answer brought to her face made him regret all he said before, how could he take away that smile “We will pass through it when it comes ok? Pinky promise” She lifted her finger and waited for his. He gave it a little thought, just to mess with her a little bit, and then linked his finger with hers “Promised” He said, taking this child custom very seriously “And we went through so much, we got shot once!… some hate is not going to defeat us” He could only nod, a bit embarrassed “And don’t listen to Chanyeol” He nodded enthusiastically “Are we ok now Kyung Soo?” “Water under the bridge” “Are you sure?” She asked, grabbing his face and looking straight to his eyes “Yes, we are not breaking up, we stay together, stronger than ever” She giggled and gave him a peck on the lips. The brush of lips evolved, and in the beginning, he was just following her movements, answering automatically, still a bit shaken by what just happened. But then his lips started asking for more, so he carefully caught her lower lip between his teeth. She responded to his move with a low moan and that always fueled him. He was going to change positions with her, pinn her against the mattress so he could apologize somehow. But a sound stopped him. He rested his forehead against hers, as Ae Ra giggled “Was that your stomach?” He asked, already knowing the answer “Last night you promised me food, so I had a light lunch, and then you weren’t there and I didn’t get to eat anything” He kissed her pout, feeling remorseful “Let’s get up, I’m going to make you breakfast” “I like that…happy anniversary Kyung Soo” “Happy anniversary, I love…so much” “Me too” She kissed him again, but he cut it short so he could feed her something.

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She had to go to her producer’s studio to finish the details of her new record. She liked to call this process polishing since the 10 songs were pretty much ready. He would only make them better. Add some harmonies here and there, fix tempos, etc. It was 6 pm and they weren’t done yet, but she had things to do “You are leaving? You are leaving in the middle of work? We are not finishing this because you are leaving? Are you ok? It is really you?” She rolled her eyes at him “You never do this, once I had you here until 7 am, my wife borrowed you a pajama, and now you are leaving?...hey, did you get a boyfriend or girlfriend?” “The first one” “Really, who is it? It’s another idol? Who? Don’t date them, they all suck” “You were an idol” “That’s why I’m telling you” She rolled her eyes again as she quickly packed her things “I don’t know if you noticed it, but all the songs of the record are love song, I changed, I’m not the same from before who would spend nights in a row without sleep, I have a boyfriend now and I will take care of him” He clapped at her, standing up and holding her by the shoulders “Good for you, once you find the right one you need to change some things, and the things you change are always good things, you start taking care of you, you use your time more wisely, you have constant support and a person who will always be by your side without judging you” “So I can leave in peace?” He nodded solemnly “Always, we will finish this tomorrow, what time you told him you will be there?” “7:30” “Well, it’s 7:10 my dear” Ae Ra cursed loudly, looking at her cellphone, it was indeed 7:10, she was running late.

On her way home she texted Kyung Soo telling him she was late. He answer her not to worry, of course. When she arrived, Kyung Soo was at the phone with his boss. He was very serious, a bit mad even. When he hung up, he came to greet her and told her what they were talking about “Our client has a sudden public appearance this weekend in Bussan, I will be leaving tomorrow night, and I will be back Monday Morning, I’m so sorry I have to…” “Don’t mention it, don’t be sorry either, we can have a weekend getaway any other time” Kyung Soo smiled brightly at her and greet her properly this time. They went to bed early since Ae Ra had an early schedule for a photoshoot “This Monday I have a free morning, I will sleep at your place so I can met you when you arrive” “I like that, thank you” She winked at him and cuddled closer to him “Right now my work load is at its 50%, once I have my comeback it would be 80% and then with the tour it will be 100%...right now I feel like we have been doing alright” “I think we have been doing great” She agreed with him “I have been asking some of my idol friends and I got a lot of secret dating advice, especially from Chen, my agency fellow, he is married and no one knows” Kyung Soo’s surprised face was so clear even in the night “He is married, since when?” “Two years? Amazing right?” He agreed “They gave me the best restaurants to go, how to travel and don’t get caught, a lot of interesting things” “I feel kind of bad that all you guys have to go through this” “Nah, they do it so they can protect what they have, have a bit of privacy, they weren’t really worried about what people could say, almost all of them told me that and it made so much sense to me” “How is that?” “I already told you that I don’t care what people could say about us, but I do care about keeping you away from any kind of hate, I don’t want peoples noses in our relationship, and everything about me is so public, I want you to be the only thing that is just mine” She put her hand on her chest, gesturing the feeling she was trying to explain “I like that, be selfish, keep me to yourself” “I don’t want girls commenting on how cute you are and how sexy your thighs are” Kyung Soo gave her one of her favorite expression, the surprised eyes, eyebrows high, pout on “My sexy thighs?” “Oh yeah, so sexy, but better is what you can find in the mi…” He covered her mouth giggling “Don’t finish that sentence” She laughed with him and her laugh quieted down as sleep took over.

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The comeback was one week away, so rehearsing was hard now. Yixing had her and her dancers locked at his studio for 6 hours and more. By now the choreography was perfect, but not enough for Yixing “Listen to me Dinosaur, we are all very tired, the choreography is coming out great, yes we need to polish, but not today, we are done for today” “Ae Ra…” “Yixing, I know, you are hardworking, a perfectionist and I love that, that’s why I have been working with you for years, but I’m not going to push myself to the extreme anymore, we are 5 days away from the comeback, we will rehearse again tomorrow, rested and focus” He opened his arms in surrender, allowed everybody to leave, but said nothing more. She didn’t like leave like this, but she understood his position. They would talk about that tomorrow.

She told what happened to Kyung Soo as they were washing the dishes “I’m 100% on your side” She wasn’t surprised by his answer, she knew Kyung Soo wasn’t the biggest fan of Yixing “I just hope he is not disappointed, I’m sure he will understand, but I don’t know, today it was just weird” “Ae Ra, you are not just doing this for us, right? I know that you used to be worse than Yixing, but then all this happened, and your way of working changed so much” “Yes, of course it’s because of us, but mostly for me, I wasn’t happy missing hours of sleep, skipping meals, hurting myself and I feel like I’m talented enough to achieve the same quality, with a little less pain” He agreed with her “Kyung Soo, I’m an ambitious person and l will keep doing my job for as long as my fans want me, but my priorities changed, right now my first priority his us…I always heard my older colleagues or my friends talking about how they have to choose, idol life or love life, public life or private life, and no my love, I’m going to have both!” She ended her statement kissing him on the cheek, gaining a sunshine like smile from him.

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Kyung Soo thought he was used to having an idol girlfriend. He thought it wasn’t a big deal. For him, it was like any other girlfriend. But he wasn’t ready to see her back on stage. He wasn’t ready to see her billboards on the street. He wasn’t ready to see her as soon as he turned on his TV. It was such a strange feeling. Because when he saw her on TV it was her. It was the same eyes he knew, the flirty wink, the same hip movements he knew so well, the same hair. But also it was makeup, sexy clothing, a new hairstyle every time. There was something new every time, and there was his everyday Ae Ra, together at the same time. He loved it. The only thing he hated was that her comeback single was the song she wrote about their first kiss. And it was too provocative and literal for his own good. Of course, he was a bit proud of himself for inspiring such flattering song but he still blushed profusely the first time she showed it to him. If before meeting her he was a normal fan, now he was a hardcore fan. He bought every magazine with her inside, every product she endorsed and created an Instagram account to follow her and like her things. And in every video she posted on YouTube, every picture she posted he left a comment. Some compliment followed by three hearts and a kissy face. Ae Ra never answered them or pressed like “Because fans are on to that, they don’t miss a thing!” But she always sends her a text saying “I saw your comment” followed by three hearts and a kissy face. It was their inner joke, their secret.

She didn’t lie when she said that concerts would take 100% of her time. By now they were pretty much living together. They only spend 8 hours a day together, sleeping. She left early in the morning and arrived late at night. He missed her. So much. But it was unfair from him to say that he missed her because she was calling him all the time, texting him all the time and sending him pictures all the time. He did his best to answer, he wasn’t very good answering text, Chanyeol always complained about it, but he knew that she liked that. Watching her get ready for the first date of her concert was in equal parts stressing, amazing, empowering and stressing again. But she took everything like a champion. She arrived home ready to sleep, so he did his best to give her comfort every night. Some nights he was shocked at how she still had the energy to have sex with him. The night before the concert it was different. She had her ritual. And of course, it didn’t involve sex. The day before the concert she woke up early, went to the concert venue for the last sound check then went to her parents’ house for lunch and then went back to her place. Kyung Soo asked for a day off so he could accompany her. He prepared her the bath and washed her back. Then cooked her a light meal and ate with her in the living room as they watched her old concerts. She went to bed at around 9, and before sleep, she asked him again if he was going to go to her concert. He said yes, for the nth time, getting excited by the idea of seeing her on stage.

Chanyeol and he went to the concert venue as soon as they were done with work. They had backstage pass, Chanyeol bought her light stick and matching t-shirts for him and his friend with Ae Ra’s face on it. Kyung Soo refused to wear it, not for her face, but the idea of having a couple outfit with Chanyeol twist and untwisted his stomach. Baekhyun came at the back entrance to meet them. He was wearing the tour t-shirt, like everybody around “We will get you two a couple of t-shirts too” He walked them to her waiting room where Minseok was giving the last touches to her hair. Inside her room were Mister Min and her harem, with the newest member Jongin. Ae Ra got up from her seat to greet them and Kyung Soo felt the air leaving his lungs. She looked so gorgeous. It made no sense to him. Everything looked prettier than before, her hair, her eyes, her cheeks, her lips. God, her lips. She was wearing a flowy red dress with black boots. A small part of his brain thought that it was too short, but he laughed at the thought. He better get use to it “Do I look pretty?” She asked, twirling and making a cute pose “You look gorgeous Ae Ra” He answered enthusiastically, and Ae Ra felt her cheeks burn. The rest made fun of them, with kiss or barf noises. There were 20 minutes left until the beginning of the show. One by one everybody started leaving her room. Kyung Soo was the last one, but when he was about to open the door, Ae Ra stopped him “Stay with me, I’m so nervous” “You are?!” He was honestly surprised by it. She was laughing 2 minutes ago, messing with Sehun and eating some candies. She looked just like always “I’m scared…stupidly scared, I have been doing this for years, I love doing concerts, but so many things happened, I’m so nervous Kyung Soo, hug me” He did so immediately, but very carefully, not to mess her hair or makeup. Ae Ra rested her chin on his shoulder and took a deep breath “After the concert, could you come here so we can leave together?” “Of course, anything you want, I’m going to pretend that I’m your bodyguard” “Aww, like the old times” They laughed together and Ae Ra moved away from her current position and gave him the softest kiss on the cheek “How are you feeling?” He asked, caressing her waist “Great now, you?” “I’m a bit nervous, this is the first time I’m seeing you live” She made a mocking noise “Fake fan” “Is not my fault! Your tickets are always sold out” “Well, from now on you will never need to buy a concert ticket, aren’t you lucky?” He went serious went he answered but his eyes gleamed with something “Very lucky” He answered, and it hid a meaning deeper than those two words. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes until Mister Min knocked at her door and shouting that there were five minutes left They both hugged each other tightly for a couple of seconds and then let him go “I love you Kyung Soo” She said caressing his cheeks “I love you too” “Hurry up and go to your seat, I got you front seats” She said walking to the door. She turned around and held his stare for a while. He gave her a questioning look and she smiled at him, giving him her signature wink. Kyung Soo felt that warm tingling in his chest.

The first thing he felt when Ae Ra appeared on the stage was regret. He should have work harder to get tickets for her previous concerts. The thought of having missed that majestic entrance for so long made him really angry with himself. Ae Ra opened with her most recent single, covered in red lights, on top of a red platform, dancing flawlessly and singing live, her voice reaching every single bone of everybody there. Kyung Soo didn’t even notice when the first third of the concert passed and it was time for the ment. Ae Ra had already change into a set of royal blue shorts and a white blouse that made her irradiate light on stage. “She walked over the runway that connected the main stage with a center stage and stood there, receiving all the shouting and cheering from the audience. It was deafening. When she took the microphone to her mouth everybody went silent “I’m back everybody” She started, and the audience when nuts cheering “There were some long months away from the stage, but mostly away from what I love to do the most, make music, but today we let all that behind ok? I don’t want to say this is a new beginning, because I’m not starting anything, but this is a change, a change of mind, a change on the way I live and a change in the way I present myself to the world, I feel stronger than before, braver, also more respectful to myself and more caring with myself” People remained silent, listening with respect “I also wanted to take this time to thank you all for waiting patiently and come back to me, I want to thank you all for respect my desire for privacy and for don’t give up on me…I’m not going to apologize for this absence, I needed to be away, it was vital, I needed to put myself first, Thank you for understanding that and for being here today, let’s celebrate our reunion with a lot of singing, dancing and screaming ok?” Kyung Soo had to cover his ears when those 50.000 people answer back “I opened the concert with a song from my new record, my new record that’s very charged by something, did you guys got what that something was?” Apparently everybody new “Yes, is an unapologetically love record” Kyung Soo blushed at the whoos and the whistles “The record was inspired and is dedicated to someone who helped me so much, who is still supporting me, who understands me and loves me for some mysterious reason…now, we are both very jealous regarding what we have, we don’t want strangers middling with our relationship, so I hope you guys can understand that, and then, when we both feel ready to come out and share our relationship you can all accept him and respect him in the way he deserves…that’s was so embarrassing! Enough of this, let’s keep moving! Music!” Ae Ra resumed her show, singing that song that she said was about that weekend in the countryside. Kyung Soo took some minutes to control his heart. He knew that Ae Ra was going to talk about him during the concert, but he didn’t know what she was going to say. Her entire speech touched him. And it was also inspiring, as a fan, he felt the urge to show her his support. He was ready to buy everything, to go everywhere, to stream all her videos and like everything she posted. But most especially, as her boyfriend, as her partner, he was ready to support her all along. To cook her whenever she needed a good meal, to cuddle her whenever she had a nightmare, to kiss her, hug her and made love to her whenever she needed it. He was ready to give her whatever she needed, to give her patience and love. And he knew he was going to get the same from her. If this was her dream, he was going to be next to her, because it was his dream too.

Ae Ra finished her song and found him in the crowd, finally. They look at each other for a while. She wanted to blow him a kiss but she knew how obsessive her fans were about every single gesture she had. So she settled for a wave and a wink. He answered by winking back at her, followed by a smile and two finger hearts. Screw her fans, she blew him a kiss and then dashed to the center of the stage. She returned to her focused stage persona, knowing that surrounding her it was her family, her friends, co-workers, her agency, her manager, and most importantly Kyung Soo. Her fan, bodyguard, boyfriend and life partner. In that chronological order.

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Note: Thank you so much for all the love that “Bodyguard” got. I can’t thank you enough for the warm comments, the likes and the reblogs.

This is the first time that I write from Kyung Soo’s point of view, I hope I made him justice.

Now with our Duduya gone, I will keep posting stories, he may not be here, but my creativity doesn’t have to do military service.

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