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asthmark · 4 years

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❝ lucky ❞, z.c

pairing → chenle, reader

genre → fluff, angst? a lil??

word count → 3.1k (woah!!)

summary → "you just deserve… so much more than that. do you realize how true that must be for a boy you just met today to see it?"

a/n → this is 1000% inspired by this pic that dropped yesterday like.....chenle looked so good it reminded me why i bias him!!!! anyway i kind of like this it has rich chenle and daddy issues thats all xoxo (also i did not proofread like at all so if theres any typos it was taeil's fault lol)

everyone in the room is utterly unbearable.

you understand it's rude to think so but you're sure that if you were to tell any of them this they would instantly agree with you. of course, you would never do that. because you're a ceo's daughter; you're not allowed to have an opinion that would make you look imprudent, rude or anything less of perfect.

so what do you do? you smile. you make small talk. you try your best to ignore your sore feet that are confined in your pumps and the way your dress rides up your butt. your lack of manners could not and would not be the reason your father missed out on any chance to make some more money. he made that very clear to you. after all, the only reason he dragged you along to all these house parties was so you could make make a stellar impression. he wanted all the businessmen in the room to remember mr. l/n and his charming young daughter when they got in their limousines and drove back home so that they'd remember when they discussed mergers and new projects.

you were never comfortable with the idea of your father essentially using you as some sort of accessory but you sometimes went days on end without seeing him so you took what time you could get. of course, helping him build his empire and boost his reputation wasn't your preferred daddy-daughter activity but you would never tell him that. it would just cause problems in your already rocky relationship and you certainly didn't need that.

"y/n." speak of the devil. "why don't you make conversation with the other guests? or better yet, come talk to these investors. i'm sure they'd love to meet you."

you know exactly what your father means by that so you try to find a reason to decline. anything would be better than watching him suck up to anyone with deep pockets and try to get you to do the same. "um." you repress a relieved sigh when you catch sight of yuna entering and handing her coat to a housekeeper. "actually i see my friend over there. i think i'll just go talk to her."

he frowns and you realize his face seems to be permanently stuck like that when he was around you. you can't remember the last time you'd seen an authentic smile from him. you suppose that was reserved for when he was trying to seal a deal.

"just behave yourself," he says. he leans into your ear. "remember, people are watching."

then he's gone, leaving you standing alone for a split second before yuna comes and takes his place.

"hey!" she draws out the word for dramatic effect.

"hi," you respond, your greeting lacking the enthusiasm hers held. she wasn't your favorite person but it was nice to talk to someone who wasn't observing your every move. it gave you a break from the ridiculous standards everyone else seemed to hold you to.

she brushes her bangs out of her eyes as she sized you up. "ooh, i love your heels! how much?"

"like 15 bucks." her jaw drops and you can't help but giggle. "yeah, i bought them at a thrift store. just don't tell my dad."

she grins. "wow, i always thought thrifting was for poor people but i just might have to check it out now."

that was the thing about yuna. she was stupid rich and she wouldn't have it any other way. she loved designer brands and houses so big you could get lost in them. you didn't blame her for any of that but it was the fact that she didn't mind the stuffy dinner parties and being shown off that was a little puzzling to you. unlike you, she had perfected her fake laugh and polite small talk long ago and sometimes you wondered if she really did care about all these companies and powerful men. but you know that as long as she gets to wear her thousand dollar dresses and go home to her cozy mansion, she'll be happy. she did what it took to keep her lavish lifestyle and was a little too materialistic for your liking and you guess that's where you and her are different.

you finally answer her. "yeah, definitely. it's a lot of fun."

her eyes light up. "we should go together one of these days!"

your silence is definitely too long but thankfully, yuna doesn't notice. her short attention span had caused her to focus on something else—more specifically, someone.

"oh my god," she says. "who is that?"

a boy who looks around your age has appeared, accompanied by a middle-aged man in a suit. the older man is more put together by far but you still can't help but stare at who you assume to be his son. he's wearing a black jacket on top of a striped shirt and you notice that chains hang from his neck. a belt holds up a pair of dark and tight pants. and, god, is he wearing converse?

you can't help but crack a smile at that. you envy his comfortable look; you would trade all the chanel and prada in the world just to wear a t-shirt and pair of sneakers and not have everyone in the room judge you for it. but his outfit isn't the only thing you admire. he must have crazy amounts of confidence to show up looking like he does when being surrounded by so many managers, executives, and company heads. you can only imagine what they're thinking and yet, the boy didn't seem to care or look uncomfortable in the slightest. in fact, he seems oddly at ease, his eyes scanning the room. at one point his eyes sweep over you and you lock eyes.

you watch as he brushes his bangs out of his face, almost like he's trying to get a better look at you. you only stare back, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. he offers you a half smile, his eyes squinting slightly and cheeks growing. you can't help but smile back, noticing just how the stranger's had an adorable baby face.

he looks away when he notices his father gravitating towards a group of businessmen and follows him. you almost wonder if he was in the same position as you were, if he was nothing but a poster child who was shown off at every event and party there was. then you notice how his father holds him tightly and smiles widely—genuinely—when he introduces him to others.

your father never did that. he wouldn't let you wear clothes like that either. you could only assume that this boy and his father were different from the rest of you. maybe they sat down and had dinner together everyday? talked to each other about their day? you almost throw the idea out of your head completely because it seems just too foreign to you.

"oh my god," yuna says. that seemed to be her favorite phrase. "i've never seen them before. what do you think they're doing here?"

you shrug. "maybe they're new to town?"

she hums. you both stay silent, observing the pair before yuna seems to grow impatient. "well i'm gonna go meet them. i can't handle being out of the loop. wanna come?"

you say agree. you feel obligated to. for the first time in forever you're actually interested in something at one of these dull parties, you're not going to stand around and just watch.

you approach the newcomers, both your fathers and a couple other businessmen conversing with them. you wonder if they've already asked them how much they're worth or if they had the decency to wait a minute before sticking their noses in their business. but, you knew how people like them operated; decency was way too much to ask.

"hi daddy!" yuna enters the conversation swiftly.

"hi, sweetheart," her father responds, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "this is my precious daughter, mr. zhong." he turns to yuna. "he and his son are visiting us all the way from our china branch. yuna, introduce yourself."

she doesn't need to be told twice. "hello, i'm yuna. i'm 17 years old and i'm studying at daewon preparatory. we're glad to have you here.it's a pleasure to meet you both."

mr. zhong smiles fondly at her. "the pleasure is all mine, young lady. what a beautiful daughter you have, mr. shin. she seems very capable."

yuna's father pulls her close to him, smiling at mr. zhong then her. "she sure is." you catch the subtle wink he throws her way, a silent 'good job' for that cute little introduction she did which was sure to score them some popularity points with the zhongs.

your father pulls you close to him and wraps an arm around your figure. both mr. zhong and mr. shin seem to be quite the fans of physical contact and although your father was not, you know that if that's what it took to make a good impression, he would become one, at least for the night.

"this is my daughter, mr. zhong." he turns to you and you take it as a cue to say something.

"hello, mr. zhong. i'm y/n." your introduction ends there and you feel your dad's grip on your arm tighten, indicating how unsatisfied he was with your brief answer.

you catch mr. zhong's son smile for the second time that night. although there is no mysterious eye contact this time, just a cute boy probably making fun of your lame introduction.

"well, how old are you, y/n?" mr. zhong asks, making conversation for you.

"i'm eighteen."

"oh, so is my son! isn't that right, chenle?"

his son—chenle—nods.

"well, i think we should leave the children to become acquainted. what do you think, gentlemen?"

everyone seems to agree. then, all that's left is the three of you.

to your surprise, chenle speaks first and it's a reintroduction. "i'm chenle."

you copy him. "i'm y/n."

"and i'm yuna. so, you're from china right?" she doesn't give him a chance to respond. "i read that there are over four million millionaires there. are you one of them?"

he furrows his brows and you can't help but sigh at yuna's question. she was fixed on the money aspect of things, as usual.

"i guess," he says, giving it little thought.

she practically squeals. "you're probably one of the youngest in the country! have you ever thought about that?"

"not really. i don't really like to think about money or these companies or big shot business dudes or any of that," he says, bluntly. "i mean, it would just make me feel more privileged than i already am. besides, it's all just a big headache. i'll leave it for the old man."

yuna's face falls and you hold in a laugh.

you finally chime in. "you know what, i have to agree. so much money can drive a person crazy. sometimes it even goes straight to their heads."

chenle can't hold back his amused snort. both him and yuna know exactly who you're referring to.

she wastes no time defending herself. "but, with reason y/n. to be fair, only 1% of millionaires are under 35 and here i am at 16."

you restrain yourself from scoffing. "well i'm sure the other 99% of the population doesn't get things handed to them on a silver platter by their daddy, yuna."

she stares you down, her huge, hazel eyes never leaving your e/c ones. "i think it'd be best if i excused myself. i'm going to go find my father, if you both don't mind."

"not at all," chenle mumbles as you both watch her stomp away.

you exhale loudly. "i knew i was gonna snap one of these days."

"well, if you didn't i would have," chenle responds.

"frankly, i don't regret a thing," you say, turning back to his smiling face.

"mm, and what if she tells daddy?" he inquires, folding his arms.

you playfully raise a brow. "i'll have you know, i'm one of the 1% of millionaires that are under 35, i think i have the advantage."

he giggles. "oh god, that was unbelievable. where did she even get those numbers from?"

"i have no idea but it was just… painful to watch. i'm gonna need a breath of fresh air after that."

he nods in agreement and you both walk towards the nearby balcony. you step outside, the breeze whipping your hair all over the place and leaving goosebumps on your skin.

"you know," he begins before silence can settle upon you two for too long. "i was really hoping there would be someone around my age here tonight. and i don't know if you usually come to these things or if you don't but either way, i am so glad you're here."

this comment reminds you of the way he had stared you down upon arriving and it makes your face feel a little warm despite the cool air of the night. "'cause i'm the only thing standing between you and a wonderful night with yuna."

"oh i'm sure it would've been real wonderful." he gives you a 'yeah right' look. "we couldn't even hang around each other for more than five minutes, i'm positive it would've been a long night."

you nod. "every night with her is. usually she's the only person i end up talking to at these things and let me just say, i think she's more money-hungry than all the men in there combined."

chenle whistles, lowly. "combined? that's dangerous."

"yeah, she takes after daddy," you mutter, picking at your nail polish that has begun to peel.

"what a relief you don't," he says. "or else i think i would have thrown myself off this balcony by now."

"well, you don't have to worry about that. you and i are on the same boat. money doesn't interest me all that much. definitely not to that extent."

"what does interest you?" chenle asks, turning his attention to you instead of the city lights in the distance.

you shrug. "i haven't figured it out yet. i'm too busy trying to be perfect. and i have a long way to go. just ask my dad, he seems to have really strong opinions on the matter."

"oh, i get it," he says. "you're so focused on being the perfect daughter that you haven't figured out what's going on in there." he wiggles his finger around your forehead.

"i just… want to make him happy. i want to see him smile because of me. even if 'me' is that daughter he expects me to be. i'm okay with being her. i'll take it."

chenle furrows his eyebrows and suddenly he doesn't seem to get it anymore. "you really... become an entirely different person? just for him? i mean, you seem like a good daughter. i don't understand that, y/n."

"and you won't understand, chenle," you respond. "because your dad loves you. he lets you wear your edgy clothes to business parties and doesn't worry about what everyone else is gonna think. he doesn't worry about first impressions, he doesn't force you to become someone else for strangers. he doesn't put any business deal above you. he doesn't chose his job over you, chenle and that's great. i'm so happy that's not the case with you. but it is for me. and when you know that the only time your dad is going to want anything to do with you is when you can help him make a quick buck or good impression, you resort to facades and doing anything you can to make him appreciate you. just a little."

chenle's arms envelop your shivering figure before you can say another word. his hands run up and down your arms and his chin rests atop your head. he inhales deeply, taking in your wonderful scent. he knows it's probably some off the wall expensive perfume.

"i'm so sorry, y/n," he mumbles into your coconut scented locks. "i'm sorry that you have to do that and that i won't ever be able to understand it. you just deserve… so much more than that. do you realize how true that must be for a boy you just met today to see it? and it breaks my heart that your own father doesn't because you really shouldn't have to suffer through that. he doesn't have his priorities straight but that shouldn't be an excuse for him to neglect his own daughter." he detaches from you so he can look directly into your glossy eyes, holding you at an arm's length away. "and he has no idea what he's missing out on, y/n. you're so headstrong, so humble and so much more than just a pretty face or someone's daughter. and if he can't treat you like the incredible individual you are then...." he exhales and you catch his breath blow in the air. "then please let me."

your bottom lip is quivering. you had never heard such nice words. and you don't have the slightest idea what he means by that last bit but you still nod and jump right back into his arms. because you have decided that's where you feel safest. where you can be yourself, freely and unapologetically.

"the second i walked in this place, i hated it," he mumbles and a laugh escapes your lips. "but then i saw you. and it got a little better. then i met you. and it got a lot better. we just met but i already can't seem to get enough of you, y/n." he chuckles as if he can't believe it himself. "you must be something really special. and i have the privilege of seeing that."

you move away from his chest and look up at him. your hands thread through his tufts of hair that match the darkness of the night sky. his hands stay planted firmly at his waist. you feel like he has no intention of letting go. you would be lying if you said you did either. and neither of you seem to have a problem with it.

"i can't wait for you to finally feel what it's like to be treated how you deserve. and i can't wait to be the guy to show you. i am so, so lucky."

you smile, your teeth on display. "i'm actually so glad i came tonight. that is definitely a first."

he laughs. "speaking of firsts..." he trails off, shyly.

you raise a brow, just to tease him a bit. "what are you getting at, mr. zhong?"

he knows you're joking yet his heart pounds as he leans in and asks for permission to kiss you. "may i, ms. l/n?"

"you may," you respond, meeting him halfway.

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hollyhomburg · 6 years

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Dance To This

(Hybrid! Seokjin x Blind! Reader x Hybrid! Namjoon)

W/C: 14.8k

TAGS: Eventual polyamory, Blindness, Service hybrid au, non-explicit sex, non-physical intimacy, mentions of anxiety and depression,

A/N: This is so long wow! sorry it took me longer than i thought to get this out. namjoon dosent come in until the end of this but he’ll be in the next one. Also theres a bit of a social media au in this one! if you like this- please consider donateing to my patreon here!

(This is so fucking self indulgent I love it.)

- Seokjin was the runt of his litter from a prized show hybrid, he’d never met his mother- but everyone has always told him how much he looked like her; from his plump lips to his long limbs.

- The only thing he lacked was her grace- which happened to be his downfall.

- He was the only one out of his siblings that hadn’t been sold off by the age of 8. Seokjin lacked grace on the runway, often tripping over the carpet on his way in, his shoulders so wide that every single swivel seemed to lumber.

- Which is why- despite the fact that he was quite good looking, With silky black ears and a shiny tail that he kept meticulously groomed- he was sent to an adoption agency once he reached the age where it became apparent he was no longer going to be a show hybrid.

- Deemed UN showable by his first owner at the young age of 10- it only went downhill from there.

- He was adopted by another show couple, and then sent back when he tripped during a competition.

- And then he was sent to another show couple. And then returned for a third time after an incident evolving another show hybrid who Seokjin had accidentally stepped on- crippling him for the next competition.

- He’d been banned from all competitions after that. A laughing stock, his dreams crushed into dust. It had been a mercy almost- to be transported 2 city’s over to one of the largest adoption facilities in the country just shy of his 21st birthday.

- He didn’t mind the facility really- they taught them how to accomplish basic skills that they might be expected to do: like laundry and cleaning- things that Seokjin already knew how to do as a runt working in the show industry.

- Since He was one of the older hybrids at the facility he often helped take care of the little ones, looking after them just to pass the time- playing games with them and even staging a small fashion show every now and then in the communal playroom (of course with the consent of the caretakers.)

- The worst thing about the facility was their lack of outside time, though they always had excess to the outdoor play areas and were often taken out on walks they tried to limit their exposure to the real world as much as possible. The only time they really went out into society was to school visits and occasional PR stunts.

- At the facility, hybrids were grouped by age, and when he first got there he was one of 10 in the 18+ grouping. As years passed, that group shrunk significantly- until it was just him, just Seokjin in the older hybrids group. alone in his room full of empty bunk beds.

- It seemed like he would never get adopted. In the many years, he had cut himself off from the others a little bit, tired of the emotional trauma of having his friends whisked away never to see them again.

- A month before he turned 25, he was helping one of the hybrid children get ready for adoption, He overheard a conversation between two of the head caretakers that he had known for years.

- They were the ones that usually dealt with adoptions, and they’d personally overseen every failed meeting Seokjin had ever had with potential owners. it had been a few months since anyone had come to see him.

- “I hear there’s this breeding operation up north- we should call them and see if they want him, he is a purebred after all” and that was the last thing he wanted. The absolute last- possibility he would accept. He’d left and spent the rest of the day at the edge of the outside play area, looking over the hill and into the city, and refused to come back inside until they came and got him.

- He was too old to be adopted into a normal family now, he was too old- most parents looked for hybrids in the same age as their child (usually there was only one due to low birthrates) to be a companion for them and make the house seem more joyful and less empty.

- Only as the child grew and went off to school the hybrid remained as a second-class citizen, with few more rights than a house pet. There where even colleges that advertised hybrid friendly dorms as an incentive for prospective students.

- But now Seokjin was the same age as most college graduates.

- Every morning he woke with fear thinking that maybe today would be the day he was sold off as a stud, shivering as he thought about it. He had heard about the breeding operations- how they treated hybrids like little more than cattle.

- All these years without a home had Seokjin wondering if maybe he just wasn’t meant for that cozy life. A house with a family and laps to sit on and people to pet his ears. A warm body next to his to cuddle at night, someone to look after him and make sure he was taking care of himself.

- He wanted someone to take care of him and to be able to take care of them in return.

- But Part of him knew he wanted more for himself than just that, but he was a hybrid- and hybrid were only meant to be pets after all.

- But it didn’t seem like that was in the cards for him, to be a house pet- in the low moments of despair he poured over every mistake he’d made, how he stuttered the last time someone had come to look him over for adoption. How maybe he’d smiled a little too wide, showed his canines a little much.

- Maybe he wasn’t pretty anymore, maybe he wouldn’t even be any good at loving someone and they could tell just by looking at him.

- Maybe he just wasn’t worth a home.

- So when they call him into a meeting room- soft with light yellow walls and couches and a wide wooden table, he thinks the two head caretakers are going to try and break the news to him gently.

- “There is someone who wants to come to meet you today Seokjin, she’s a little bit unconventional as far as potential owners go, but we considered you because of your age and temperament.”

- Seokjin doesn’t know what he’s expecting, maybe an elderly woman, Seokjin might not mind an old lady as an owner. It might be fun, but then if they died in a few years he might just end up back here and even more UN-adoptable than before.

- Or maybe it was a hopelessly unsociable mid 30′s woman- but then they might end up lonely and horrible for other reasons, forcing him into bed when he didn’t want to which might have been just as bad as being a stud.

- Maybe they’d be someone horrible- but he swallows back his nervousness and reminded himself that anything would be better than the breeding operation.

- So when they lead you through the door, a young woman wearing a light grey sweater and a pair of ripped jeans, He’s more than a little surprised.

- His breath tightens in his chest. Because he didn’t expect someone like you- someone who looked so young, you must have been at least a few years younger than him.

- He didn’t expect to feel drawn to you like this. There was something beautiful about you that made Seokjin’s heart pulsate in his ears like thunder and his hands begin to sweat.

- Your features, which would separately have been plain, but when combined formed something like a masterpiece. His tail swished back and forth as he breathed in your sweet scent- something like spring mixed with vanilla.

- He didn’t expect to take in your every movement- He watches the way you wind the handle of your walking cane over your hands in a way that seems inherently nervous. Staring straight ahead with these listless but cloudy eyes, managing to look shy, like you can feel his eyes on you.

- Seokjin didn’t expect his new potential owner to be blind.

- One of the caretakers leads you to a chair to sit down across from and Seokjin watches you with careful eyes, unabashed to be so brazenly admiring you and looked you up and down freely knowing that you won't notice the impertinence.

- As a show hybrid, he would have been beaten for such an offense- looking into the eyes of someone who wasn’t a judge.

- Everything from your neutral attire to your natural face was rumpled but in kind of an adorable way, something about your curves was soft. There’s a knot under the side of your hair and Seokjin doesn’t think you’ve noticed but he can see it.

- The caretakers depart after a moment leaving you and Seokjin sitting at the table, some time to get to know each other, they say after you’ve exchanged names.

- “How long have you been blind?” Seokjin asks- unable to stop himself.

- “2 years ago, car crash, but I’m only partial- I can still sense light,” you say, gesturing to the widows. Most of the time you would have been offended by such a forward question about your disability, But this hybrid couldn’t have ever met someone that was blind before.

- “How long have you been here?” he bristles a little bit at your quick retort. But keeps it under wraps.

- Seokjin reconsidered his initial assessment of you- You might look meek- but the amusement toying at the edge of your mouth when you parried his blunt words made him think that you were anything but.

- “A few years- though I’ve been in and out of homes for the last 6 years since I-“ he trails off- shame choking his throat. as if you can sense his discomfort, you pick up effortlessly where he left off.

- “They told me that you used to be a show hybrid, they also told me that-“ you swallow, and Seokjin can tell that you’re choosing the words carefully. “That you really want to be adopted.” Seokjin makes a noise in assent.

- You remembered the caretaker's words, “he’s a little older and a little strange- not socialized enough, but he should be a fine companion for you.” there was something about the way they said fine that you didn’t like.

- His voice is nice though; sometimes deep and calm but somehow it sounded an inch away from laughing at a moment. You decide that you like Seokjin, even if you really don’t know anything much about him yet. You’re not surprised when he replies, “Yes, I really do.”

- The caretakers come back, with a folder full of paperwork, a little tentative because Seokjin had been almost adopted time and time again- and they know what will happen if you turn him down. But it seems their fears are dissolved.

- Because in all actuality- you really need a hybrid, not just anyone, however. Service dogs were slowly going out of use, but service hybrids, however, were becoming a pricey counterpart, more than 3 times as expensive as most service dogs.

- You come out and say it though before they had over the consent of adoption form to Seokjin. “The truth is: I still need help most days,” you start off. Wanting to be truthful to the hybrid with the good voice that sounded so hopeful. You don’t want to get him into something he doesn’t want.

- You talk him through it over the next house, making it abundantly clear that you’re looking for more of a service hybrid than anything else- but Seokjin’s answer doesn’t change whatsoever.

- Service hybrids start at 100k and from the look of your clothes- brand name but not designer- you certainly can’t afford one of those.

- Seokjin finds it in himself to not be disappointed. Reminding himself that being a service hybrid would be far better than the alternative. Being a caretaker himself is better than being nothing more than a stud, even if it’s not a companion like he really wants. and he’s willing to bet it will only take him a week to get pets out of you.

- So he jumps at the chance agreeing almost before they’ve finished outlining what he’ll need to learn- what you need him to be which is really just a guide when you have to leave the house to make getting around easier.

- Seokjin wouldn’t mind that at all. Anything to get him out in the world again.

- He hopes that maybe just maybe you’re not going to be one of the bad owners. The one that hits him or tries to force him into bed. And with your kind eyes and appearance, he doesn’t think you will be that way.

- All he has to do is take care of you right? Then you won't return him? The prospect of never being returned ever was another positive. You weren’t going to magically regain your sight. you’d always need him. It was the most secure placement he could hope.

- Seokjin barely gets the hang of is his first day- his hand hovering awkwardly when you reach for things unsure if he should grab them for you. You flinch more than once when his hands find yours without him saying it.

- You live in a light and airy 2-story loft with lots of windows and too many unused rooms near downtown and close to public transportation. Seokjin can only imagine how lonely it must have felt- with the noises of the city barely muted by the walls of your house.

- There’s even a small porch off the kitchen with wide double doors that swing out, a few steps down to a walled backyard that’s almost too small to be called a yard that’s covered with prickly crabgrass.

- The living room is a cozy affair, your couch fluffy and comfortable piled high with blankets. And wide bay windows that open out to look out on the street corner across from your house. Not that you can appreciate the view of the street and the city but you tell Seokjin that you like the way that the sunlight feels on your face and that sometimes you can even see shadows of things when the light is right.

- He’s surprised that you even have a television, a computer, and cellphone, he marvels a little over the voice and touch screen software that dictates to you and makes it possible for you to use the Internet.

- He gets a little shy when you tell him that you’ll get him his own once you get around to ordering it on the internet- seeing as the dictation soft where on yours might get a little annoying to use.

- Everywhere in the house, there’s evidence of the adaptations needed for you. The cups are all ridged so you can distinguish which ones you’re grabbing; the chairs at the small 4 seat dining table are light so that you don’t hurt yourself if you bump into them, which you still do often.

- The master suite where you sleep is on the first floor but your office and the spare rooms are on the second.one of them empty but the other sparsely furnished, Seokjin takes the corner room as his own.

- When you show it to him he goes quiet for a few minutes, it’s night already, and he’s got an excellent view of the city street below watching the red brake lights zigzag through the intersection. He knows that the sound of the car horns will keep him up at night and so will the light from the street lamps outside.

- “It’s so… loud” he says quietly, searching for the right word. But next to him you nod, understanding what he means, you vaguely remember what it looked like and how different it was from the countryside. The tangle and Pell-mell of it all.

- He’s a little overwhelmed with it all- he knows he dreamed about being able to get out of the facility but this-this mess of roads and cars and so many people is not what he expected, and maybe more than he bargained for. He can’t even imagine exploring it like he once wanted to now that he’s seen it.

- He’d have to take you along though- seeing as all unaccompanied hybrids where taken to the pound by hybrid control.

- You reach out for his arm, surprisingly finding it in the first try- and tell him to take it slow, that he’ll have time; the city will be there when he wants it.

- It’s such a kind sentiment that it shocks Seokjin as you turn and head down the stairs to your own room. Shoving down the warm feeling that your kindness ignites in him and saving it for another less overwhelming time.

- Eventually, he gets the story out of you, it was an accident that blinded you- and the house was bought via a massive settlement you got from the company that had caused it through negligence.

- You’d moved to the city for college before the accident and never left despite your family’s urgings to come home. You didn’t like how they coddled you, how they thought you couldn’t do things now that you were blind.

- Seokjin supposes he’ll meet them one day.

- The first few weeks are a strained sort of balance between the two of you- full of lots of tripping and stuttering words as you get used to cohabitation.

- But he doesn’t hate it- likes it even sometimes. The way that the two of you dance around each other even if not knowing if he should help you makes him anxious.

- In the first few days, Seokjin moves around the furniture so much that you can’t go into his room without tripping, so you avoid that space- though you tell Seokjin that he can repaint it any color he wants. You’ll go to the paint store across town together when he’s decided what color he’d like.

- You give Seokjin a surprising amount of freedom- more than he’s used too. The first few days he gets a little frustrated, he doesn’t know why he’s here. There doesn’t seem to be much to help you with- you have a cleaning service come in to clean once a week and though you go on walks every day and occasionally need to bring him to meetings uptown in the financial district. Most of the time you just work or watch tv.

- The paint arrives the day after his laptop and cell phone do, and while you work across the hall in his office, music and the smell of pain seep under your door, when you walk out into the hall you can sometimes hear him humming. Along to the music He plays from his laptop

- He finds himself awake one night- to make tea to help him go back to sleep and he sits at the round table in your kitchen tapping around on a new ap he discovered that day called Instagram when you come out of your bedroom.

- You say hello to him while you go to the cabinet that holds the bowls and He watches you pile too sweet cereal into your bowl at almost midnight and sit down across from him. His nose wrinkles at the artificial smell of it

- “Don’t you want to eat something real? Like a meal?”

- Seokjin was more than capable of cooking for himself, and he had made dinner for himself earlier that night- but you’d made it clear that it wasn’t his responsibility to make sure you did things like eat.

- “Ugh- I don’t really cook, never got the hang of it again” you confess, “microwavable food is about as good as It gets with me, and I’m out, we’ll have to go to the store tomorrow.”

- Seokjin had never thought of himself as much of a cook- all of his meals had been made for him in the adoption center and before that he’d been too young and his diet watch too closely for him to eat what he wanted.

- But he makes you poached eggs with a makeshift hollandaise sauce the next day because really- making two portions was just as easy as making one and he didn’t want to know what you did with the sugary cereal when you were out of milk (which you were thanks to him).

- You laugh when he calls fruit loops an atrocity of the food world. “I- uh, made a little too much if you want some?” you couldn’t tell that he’d purposefully cracked 6 eggs instead of three.

- He feels a strange sense of budding pride when he sees your face light up with you eat his simple eggs, “This is really good! Holy crap” you say appreciatively making a noise of appreciation at the food. And Seokjin is glad that you can’t see him blush at your compliment.

- The shopping center was surprisingly less intimidating then he thought- he’d seen them in movies but had never been in one in person, but he likes it, and you live close by it- only a 10-minute walk away.

- He carries two bags and you carry one home- carrying the milk in the other while you’re arm and arm with him. It’s easy for him to guide you; it surprises him that he learns the way back so easily.

- Seokjin starts to cook for the both of you after you assure him that you really don’t care if he does, Though you do get a little bit annoyed once because he doesn’t put things back into the same spot.

- At the mild scolding- which resulted after you put salt and not sugar in your morning coffee, was quickly remedied by you clueing in Seokjin to your system.

- Then he discovers something called the food network and he’s really done for. Starting to keep it going in the back round whenever he cooks, even writing down a few recipes to try, quickly amassing a stack of them to try.

- Seokjin loves the rhythm of the knife against the cutting board, the building of the burning oil as he adds the ingredients to the pan, the smell changing and how he can almost taste what he’s making before he’s even done with it. He likes it when you poke your head out from your office and call down to him that whatever he’s making smells good.

- The two of you fall into an easy rhythm.

- Most days you’ll wake up, eat a quiet breakfast with him and then go up to your office on the second floor, a room which Seokjin had been in only a few times- to get you for lunch and once, because he couldn’t figure out how to shut off the water in the shower.

- Seokjin watches you sometimes in the early mornings, the way that you’ll read your brail books over morning coffee, hair half in front of your face- he wants to reach out and tuck it behind your ear but he doesn’t- worried that it might startle you.

- He’s gathered that you’re some sort of consultant after he hears you on the phone arguing with some business executive- whatever it is that you do- you must be pretty good at it- since it seems like you’ve done fairly well for yourself if leisure by which you conduct your daily life is anything to judge by, he doesn’t think even a settlement could cover this.

- You know it must not be easy for your hybrid- to not be around people very often, to not have freedom to go out and do his own thing while you where stuck at home working- you make the effort to be a more engaging person for your hybrid, taking more than one daily walk or even supplying things for him to do.

- Then he discovers YouTube and starts making his own cooking videos. The first few are shaky and unrefined but he amasses a few followers in the first week, even more as he continues to make videos. You listen to the first few at his urging, laughing when he makes puns.

- “I’m not yolk-ing when I say this scallion pancake recipe is the best guys!” “Thanks for pudding up with me, guys!” “I yam so thankful for all of your wonderful compliments” he quickly becomes somewhat of a star.

- He reads the comments to you sometimes, “I would love to have you as my hybrid” some of them write, “your ears are so cute aigooo~” and you two laugh at the more thirsty ones, though Jin admits it feels nice to be praised- even if it is just from strangers on the internet.

- You’re not surprised that his daily vlog “eat Jin” becomes popular- there is something magnetic about your hybrid- he often gets comment complementing him on his nice voice and his technique.

- He records when you’re working most of the time so you rarely feature in his videos- but he does film you one time when he makes a pie, shouting “she liked it!” from behind the camera. Your head rising in his direction looking perplexed, cutting off just as the piece of pie falls from your fork. Most of the time he closes out the video with a short video of the two of you eating it.

- People have more than a few questions after Jin shows them you- obviously his owner to his few thousand subscribers he’s gotten over the last month but he keeps them at by for now.

- After his first video gets so much attention He knocks on the door to your office before entering, leaning his shoulder half in and half out of the room when your head lifts up from the computer that is activated by voice commands.

- He clutches the grocery list in his hands, as you ask him what’s up and he replies shyly, “I um- I saw this recipe for chicken pot pie on the television and we don’t have all of the ingredients or the pan I’d need and I was wondering if you could take a break and go with me?”

- You stretch- arching your back like a cat, Seokjin blushes when your shirt pulls up and he can see more of your skin. “Give me 30 minutes- I’m almost with my analysis and they need it by tonight.”

- A few minutes later you’re wandering downstairs and going to your room to retrieve your keys and your shoes. Seokjin’s waiting by the front door by the time you’re ready- calling out to you to let you know he’s there.

- You sense his hesitation, the way he lingers by the door toeing on his shoes, “what?” you ask, and you hear Seokjin let out a breath.

- “it’s just- your hair- do you mind if I?” your hand goes up instantly to the back of your head- finding your hair a little rumpled from sleep and from work, you frown but nod at his request, he scampers off, you head back to the kitchen while he comes back with your hairbrush, pulling out the chair on the kitchen table for you to sit, you sink down and pull the hair out of the edge of your jacket.

- Seokjin is nothing if not gentle- but then again he always is, the smooth run of your brush through your hair and the way he makes sure not to pull too hard at the tangles is careful. It feels nice- the hair on the back of your neck sticking up and making shivers go down your spine.

- “Have you done this before.” Seokjin makes a noise of assent. “When I was a show hybrid I would sometimes help with the younger kids- but I wasn’t a good enough stylist to make my upkeep costs worth it- not that I didn’t try.” He says, it’s the most personal words that he’s said since your conversation in the adoption Centre but they come easy.

- “I’m sorry that it didn’t work out for you- it seems like you really liked it.” Seokjin nods before he realizes that they’re no way you could know he’d agreed so he makes a noise, his ears flicking and his tail swishing,

- “I really wanted it to work at one point- but don’t worry, I like living here it feels like home.” he says out loud- not realizing that he’s saying it until its already out of his mouth, he covers his mouth with one hand but below him still seated you’re only smiling, and laughing a little.

- “Well then” he can hear a soft happiness in your voice, as he pulls through the last knot in his hair. “Let's go get stuff for pie.”

- Seokjin realizes quickly after that- that he really does enjoy taking care of you, and he doesn’t think it has anything to do with his latent want to be some sort of stylist or his desire to be kept and not go back.

- He likes it here because of you, he’d never had someone to call his own or someone to belong to but he certainly feels like he belongs here.

- Every time you let him comb your hair, or when he messes with the way your clothes are laying on you, untucking your shirt if it gets snagged- he feels this bazar possessive feeling well up in him. Fussing just to fuss and sate it sometimes, More than once he’s had to shove down the urge to pull you close. Especially when you pass other hybrids in the street.

- You don’t seem immune or uncomfortable with the familiar way Seokjin starts to touch you, blushing sometimes and smiling more. His hip brushes yours in a quiet hello in the mornings, your arms link closer when you walk, and you’ll lean into him when you’re in a particularly crowded place.

- Seokjin is just starting to think that he’s gotten used to the city when you tell him that you’ll have a meeting uptown in the financial district soon, where the buildings tower over the streets like cathedrals, Seokjin starts to feel anxious being walled in, but enjoys the subway ride.

- He wears the nicest black slacks and button up that he owns, while you wear a simple dress and low boots. Seokjin is allowed to sit in on the meeting and watches in awe as you transform from this soft and quiet person into this assured businesswoman, though he can see you crumple with exhaustion the second you get home.

- “ugh I hate those people” you gripe, facedown on the couch. “Come on you did so well! They certainly seemed impressed,” he said, his hands going to slide off your shoes and tossing them in the entryway, affectionately rubbing at your ankles.

- “You really think so?” you say sounding unsure, giggling and a little surprised when you throw your arms around him after he tells you that yes you did. But he returns your hug immediately, his tail thumping happily against the back of the couch.

- Seokjin makes sure that he makes you get out of the house at least once a day- eventually becoming bold enough to ask you for walks- usually on your lunch hour. Though sometimes in the afternoon when the light gets all golden and the garden path in the local park smells like freshly turned earth.

- You like it. And you tell him that you do more than once. Without Seokjin- before when you’d gone on walks it had been scary, you’d never been sure quite where you’d been going.

- Your phone with the voice commands an option that made it feel impersonal and noisy when all you wanted to do was listen into the world. You’d always been unsure if there was something or someone watching you. Paranoia and anxiety getting the best of you.

- You still kept your walking stick in your bag with you when you walked- but you didn’t need it when Seokjin would take your hand in his.

- What was better was the way he described people, usually in quiet voice under his breath that only you could hear- “the roots on the trees here look like they where some sort of monster that was frozen with the way their looping over each other- but it’s not scary more pretty.”

- “I love the way you describe the world- like its all somehow so strange but fascinating to you.” Seokjin just laughs his gorgeous laugh and runs a hand through his hair. Still unused to you giving him compliments but glowing with the praise.

- Or sometimes he could catch someone looking at you “that woman has the worse taste in clothing- I don’t care who you think you are mauve and orange do not go together- she has no right to give us such a dirty look”

- Seokjin makes you laugh, and smile more than you have in years- more than you have in a long time. Since even before your accident. But as always, there’s only a matter of time before you have a bad day. Or a few bad days in a row.

- Seokjin realizes it when he comes downstairs a little later than usual and finds no coffee brewing in the machine, the light turned off under your door which had never happened- you usually slept with the light on claiming the faint glowing left you with a sense of security.

- And he guesses your still asleep- after all you where a bit between clients at the moment- your next assessment wasn’t due until the last quarter of the year and you deserve a day to sleep in.

- When you still haven’t come out by lunch Seokjin gets worried- what if you’d fallen in your bathroom? What if you’d knocked yourself out or something? - He knocks at your door, and when you don’t answer he calls your name. He cracks open the door, sees you hunched body underneath blankets.

- Over the last few weeks, Seokjin’s started to know your scent better, and he can tell the faint off scent the twines with yours that they’res something wrong- that you’re sick. Closes it again, an hour later he comes back with soup and some fresh squeezed orange juice (because he refused to give you Tropicana when the natural alternative was so much better)

- “I figured you might be sick?” he says, teeth biting into his lower lip as he sits at the foot of your queen bed, he can tell you’re awake. He doesn’t gather how you’re sick until you start talking.

- Your voice is rough and choked- though not in the way it would get from a cough, it’s like you’ve been crying, and the realization is like an electric shock to his body.

- “I’m fine Jin I just want to sleep. Can you close the door on the way out?”

- He’d been so happy here the last 2 months, he didn’t even stop to realize whether or not you were. His ears pin to the back of his head as he immediately starts to wonder if it’s him that’s making you unhappy. But he hadn’t done anything wrong the day before. Hadn’t knocked over anything or lead you into a pole on accident again.

- As he breathes in deep, the discomfiting scent intertwined with yours- the harsh bite of cinnamon intertwined with the vanilla.

- “Y/n...” he says, leaning over to touch your folded legs, at his comforting touch you shrink into a ball and pull them to your chest, pulling your whole body underneath the blanket.

- “Please just go Jin,” Your voice comes out muffled. The human part of him urges him not to agree while something primal wants to follow your instructions- warring with the part of him that also wants to protect and care for you.

- But his protective side wins out. He sucks on his lower lip “Okay- but I’m going to leave this here ok” he indicated the food on your side table, you don’t nod but Seokjin leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

- He comes in again that night and tries to get you to eat something but you hide underneath the blankets holding them down so that he can’t pull them off of you.

- The soup next to you is cold. He takes it and throws away angrily.

- He doesn’t know how to help you and it’s driving him absolutely crazy.

- By the second day, Jin has taken to sitting outside your bedroom door in case you call for him, worry wearing lines into his lower lip with how much he bites at it. He sleeps on the couch, all through the night he can hear your quiet sobs, more than once he gets up and goes to the door, frustrated with himself that he’s letting you be in such distress but unable to push through the door and comfort you.

- He wants to knock but he never does.

- By the third day Seokjin tries the door to your room opening it to find you still under the covers hidden, he peels back the sheets opposite you and crawls into your bed. You stir a little bit, but don’t move away when he shimmies closer to you and pulls your small form against his chest,

- You’re shaking in his arms, though something about the way you melt a little when he runs his fingers through your hair, trying to detangle it makes him think it’s not because of him. He lets out a high-pitched whine that wakes you from your last bout of drowsiness.

- The warm body enveloping you is achingly familiar though he’s never been so close to you before, his scent musky but clean like cotton pressed against your nose, you didn’t think your hybrid was quiet so broad shoulders, but now pressed chest to chest with him you realize how much he dwarfs you.

- “Honey,” he says softly, his voice pained with worry, “I’ve made some of your favorite dishes again, do you think that maybe you could eat some of it for me? I’m so worried about you.” he confesses.

- You shiver a little at the pet name, but shake your head against his chest. Jin smells so nice, sort of like something spicy and floral rolled all into one,

- “For me?” he pleads, he nuzzles his face into the top of your head, his voice cracking a little bit, he feels you melt more, and then holds his breath as you nod, he’s shooting up to go retrieve your plate- already made in the kitchen.

- When he comes back, he can finally see your face, your red puffy face, and the blood vessels above your eyes, which have burst under your skin from days of sobbing red and angry. And it scares him a little bit- he’s never known someone to cry quite that hard.

- He doesn’t ask you why- worried that it would prompt you to shrink back under the covers again and disappear from him.

- The two of you eat dinner curled up under your bed barely talking and by the time you’re finished Jin manages to convince you to lay on the couch with him and watch some late night television under 5 different blankets, even the one from his room.

- He picks you up in his strong arms- and even you have to admit- it feels so strange to trust that he’ll hold your weight- after having no one to hold onto for so long.

- It feels good too.

- You’re surprised when Jin doesn’t set you on the couch, instead of sitting with your back pressed against the armrest and your thighs across his lap. Your cheek pressed against the warm skin of his shoulders, the television blaring softly in the background- just the news. He falls asleep with his cheek rested against the top of your head.

- The next morning he drags you out of bed to walk to a café all the way across town breakfast, you resist at first- but then agree pouting when he says he’ll brush your hair before you go out.

- After you confessed to him that it felt nice when he brushed your head the other day he’s been holding it over you to bribe you with things, (to which Jin teased “someone’s got a little hybrid in them”)

- You must have taken a shower last night because the smell of sadness no longer clings to you. And though when you come back from the walk you go back to your room to nap- Seokjin feels like he’s won a little battle.

- He quickly realizes that you have your good days and your bad days, on your good days Seokjin doesn’t even have to ask you to do things with him, on the bad days- well all you really need is some cuddles.

- Seokjin doesn’t mind that either- he tells you he likes it just because you smell nice and you’re warm but really he knows that’s not only the reason why he likes it

- Over the first few months, he’s been living with you the soft apprehension melt away into fondness at first, which changes into something soft and tender that scares him a little.

- He loves to make things in your kitchen, the way the city smelled when he sits on the back porch, loved the way you would sit with him and let your shoulders brush.

- The way you shivered when he brushed your hair, your smile, your laugh, the way that you never guarded your expressions around him. All of the small things. Like walking with your arm through his, the way your hand would skim along the bushes to feel the soft hairy leaves. The little squeaks you made when you bumped into things.

- The feelings of protectiveness sneak up on him.

- Seokjin goes to town, baking cakes and dinner for you each night, not because he feels like he has too- but because he wants to see your face light up from the sweetness.

- he loves the The way you raise your eyebrows and defiantly eat your too sweet cereal in his direction when he complains that cocoa puffs are garbage.

- And that makes things so much more difficult. Because he wants to pull you to sit next to him when you sit across the table. Wants to touch your cheek and kiss your lips when you make that shriveled nose expression.

- He feels the urge to do it so often that he’s worried one day you’ll lean in close and he’ll do it out of habit- because he’s imagined it so many times.

- He loves when you sleepily lie on the couch in front of the TV and pull him closer- complaining that a full belly makes you in the mood to cuddle with an adorable pout that pulls at his heartstrings.

- And of course you take care of Seokjin too- you hear the scuff of his shoes against the sidewalk and tell him that you two should go get new ones soon.

- When he starts to sniffle one night in front of a drama you wipe softly over his cheeks and hold him a little tighter. Running your hand up and down his forearm to comfort him.

- When you come down the stairs and ask him if he’d liked to go on a walk- because you had the feeling he’d be getting antsy on a nice day, not because you’d need to go anywhere. The way you watch each of his cooking videos before he posts it- gives you a little constructive criticism here and there.

- His tail gives away his mood when you rub his ears and pet his head- clacking against the metal chairs at the kitchen table. You back hug him in the early mornings, lingering a little longer in his arms every time.

- “I like this,” you say once, your voice muffled by the fabric of his rough cotton shirt. “I do too,” he mumbles, and the two of you pretend those words are enough for now when 3 other words are hovering on the tip of your tongues.

- Summer fades to fall and Seokjin and you go on walks to hear the leaves crunch beneath your feet, you lie back down in a pile of leaves and Seokjin drops a pile of the crunchy leaves on top of you, laughing and giggling as they fall into your hair making him throw pile after pile on top of you.

- He makes peach and pecan pies as well as apple and cinnamon and you sneeze several times in a row as you help him chop the apples. Which results in him almost rolling on the floor laughing at how cute you are.

- You curl up on Halloween watching scary movies and eating pumpkin pie with vanilla ice cream and Kit Kat bars.

- For Thanksgiving, you take him to your parent’s house, the train from your city to theirs is a little empty so early in the morning. Seokjin’s toting 2 freshly baked pies; one apple and one pumpkin that impresses the socks off of your grandmother who also. His legs shake nervously and his tail thwaps against the seat impatiently the entire dinner only calming when you set your hand on it and rub circles onto his knee.

- Your family approves of him- especially when he manages to cook a turkey perfectly. Stopping your forgetful aunt from leaving it in the oven for too long.

- The two of you pile into your old room on the queen bed- seeing as all the other rooms in your house where taken by relatives. And though you fall asleep on the other side of the bed, when you wake, you find yourself curled into Seokjin’s side.

- His warm breath rushing over your face and his arm curled underneath you, holding you a little closer than before but still not suffocating you. When you start to stir an inch away he groans pulling you closer.

- “Come on Jinnie- we’ve got a train to catch,” you say lightly, “no- cuddles first” he complains, pouting cutely, not realizing the nickname you used until later. You cave and end up taking a later afternoon train back into the city. Somehow his hand finds yours on the train- when it jostles you and throws you up against him, and his hand doesn’t leave yours for the duration of the rest of the train ride home.

- One morning Jin watches you pull on a black sweatshirt over black leggings and he says offhandedly, “You know we really should get you some more colorful clothes” you make the expression of semi-raised eyebrows that was the same thing as rolling your eyes to him and just say “seokjin- baker extraordinaire and a stylist!”

- So the two of you go to the mall and he drags you into every single store trying to get you to try on skirts (which you initially refuse) but do relent when he selects some baggy sweater dresses in bright colors or muted pastels.

- He quickly realizes that fabric is extremely important- too soft or static fabrics could be uncomfortable for you- so he’s more careful with his selections as well. He even finds a few new items for himself.

- He flushes so hard when you reach out to feel one of his shirts and then hug him- rubbing your cheek against his chest as you mutter, “oooohhh so soft!” yup that sweater was defiantly getting added to their cart.

- Seokjin still can’t help but feel a little cooped up sometimes. He asks you why you never go out to bars or clubs like people your own age- and you complain that they never made you feel safe- with so many people brushing up against you and the fact that audio queues where basically nil.

- A few nights’ later Seokjin makes you take him out to a local restaurant “we never go out at night” he complains and also clarifies that he wants to start reviewing local restaurants on his blog/youtube channel/Instagram. You agree, knowing that he’d probably like a break from cooking too.

- The sauce is above par even if the food got a little mushy when it became cold but you like it. And from the sounds that he makes, the Ahhhs and pleasant hums- you figure his dish is good too.

- He even gives you a little spoonful of his soup and you make a noise as well. “Next time I’ll get that,” you say, already deciding that you’ll go out more often. Seokjin wants to try everything, you make it a Friday night thing sometimes more casual walks on the boardwalk to get fried food from street carts and other times to fancy restaurants that have a “no flats for women” policy which you detest.

- Seokjin reaches 100,000 subscribers on his YouTube channel just 5 months after making it. And you celebrate by going out to one of the more fancy restaurants that he’d wanted to try across town. You even get a bottle of white wine for the two of you to share which makes you feel rosy-cheeked before the end of the last course.

- He’s been getting so many requests for videos recently, more than he could reasonably do, but one of the more requested topics is a video about you. There aren’t many hybrids on YouTube, maybe more than a half dozen notable ones and his followers, both human and otherwise are more than a little curious about Seokjin’s “adoption story” as tubers commonly call them.

- And after your consent, Jin makes an answer video- talking somewhat candidly about the struggles he faced at the beginning of his life being in the show industry and failing, About his time in the hybrid facility, and about his mysterious blind owner.

- You even make a brief appearance, “I’d like to introduce you to my biggest flan” you cringe at his pun, “And my best friend Y/n.” “Technically I’m your owner- though it doesn't feel like it.” Seokjin laughs and agrees “No it doesn't,” you can't see it of course but later others will comment how Seokjin blushed and looked from you to the camera continuing to introduce yourself.

- Seokjin reads you a few questions, and you answer them, “my favorite dish of his would have to be his beignets!” Seokjin chimes in and notes that you have a sweet tooth. “if I made anymore sweets for you, you’d get a new cavity every other week!”

- Before you leave to answer more of the serious questions, you say goodbye to the camera “it was berry nice to meet you all! You’re all so sweet” Seokjin’s laughs offer you a chance to escape And he moves onto the heavier questions.

- “Before I came to live with Y/n, I was in a really tough place, I’d been at the adoption center longer than most of the employees because I was so old. I wish people would adopt old hybrids more- we can be just as good companions as any other hybrid. I’m really lucky that Y/n took a chance on me, I probably would never have been adopted otherwise.”

- The response from his video is immediate- a few days after he starts getting messages from his followers, them with pictures of older hybrids newly adopted- some even older than Jin. He even gets some before and after pictures of people who have adopted stray hybrids (who tend to be older in general and often escape from abusive homes) and Jin feels his heart swell.

- He didn’t expect it to make a difference. But it already is. He’s already made a huge difference. And that means more to him than anything.

- So when he crawls into your lap and holds you close a little tearful you just hold him tight, rubbing your small hands over his broad shoulders as you tell him how proud you are of him for making such a positive change.

- And Seokjin feels pride and a happiness so soft it feels like sadness well up in him and make him giggle tearfully. Scenting along your throat and pulling himself further on top of you as he smothers himself in your love happily.

- Your hybrid has always been soft and emotional and so in tune with what others need- you especially. And you confess that you’re the ones who’s lucky. Lucky to have him.

- On your weekly night out to a new local diner that week you dress in one of your new dresses, one that Seokjin called “a light mauve” that contrasted nicely with your undertones, whatever that meant. You attempt something that you haven’t in ages; something that’s daunted you since your accident- makeup.

- You don’t know why you where sure you wanted to be pretty today, but the thought of going out, being on Jin's arm- something that ordinarily wouldn’t make you anxious at all- sets you on edge.

- You fumble around with your old container of foundation and a beauty blender and that’s how Jin finds you, scrambling with the brushes unsure what colors you’re actually feeling. Trying to remember what pallets you’re holding and what colors where actually there.

- He touches your arm softly before you avert your face from him- “I just wanted to feel pretty” you say in a downturned voice, a little bit of shame clinging to your bones because really- this shouldn’t be so hard.

- And because- Well- you wanted to be pretty for him.

- He doesn’t say “Y/n you’re beautiful” like he wants too, confessing the first thing he ever thought about you, instead he swallows his words of praise- worried about making you uncomfortable and takes the makeup brush from you.

- “I can help with that you know- why don’t you sit” he’d had practice putting on makeup as a show hybrid- and though he’s a little out of practice he manages to blend your contour out perfectly on the first try.

- You sit down on the edge of the toilet, he brushes careful amounts of blush onto your face after he pats it with a bit of setting powder- it’s a little light for you, obviously a winter shade but he warms it a little with some bronzer at your cheekbones and your temples

- It feels nice- for him to treat you with such gentle movements, the soft unexpected brush of the fine soft bristles as he smudges on the light gold highlighter to your cheekbones, making you glow and shimmer to Jin’s eyes.

- Jin loves taking care of you in this way, loved taking care of you in general. he’s so enthralled by the particulars of your face the small marks, the upturn of your pink lips, the delicate brush of your lashes along your lower cheek and your perfect cheeks themselves.

- “Jin,” you say softly, and he can hear the emotion in your voice, “I’ve never thanked you- for all of this- for being” for being my person, you want to say, but you don’t think he’d understand, not really. Just how much he means to you.

- “You don’t have to honey,” he says, his breath brushing over your cheeks, “but still- I don’t know who I’d be or where I’d be if It weren’t for you,” a single tear drifts out of the corner of your eye. Seokjin stills above you, and you hear the clatter of the make up pallet and brush as he sets it aside.

- And Seokjin ticks, “that won’t do,” his large hands cupping your jaw.

- The sudden press of something so soft that they can only be his lips stuns you as he presses them over the tear on your cheek.

- You jump backward at the tentative and delicate touch. You can feel the press of his hair against your forehead as he slowly withdraws, pressing another kiss to your jaw on the way out. His lips trailing down your chin.

- He pauses, his breath brushing over your freshly painted lips, colored by his own hands; he sees your chest heave with gasps when he hovers.

- You move forward the half inch and press your lips to his, his hands hit the back of the toilet when he catches himself- because really- he never expected you to return his kiss, he didn't expect this white-hot feeling that’s finally bubbled up past the boiling point where he’d shoved it down in his chest.

- Your hands go up to hold him gently behind his neck; softly enough that he can pull away if he wants to.

- Your entire body feels on fire, and it feels like Jin is the one spreading gasoline as he kisses you with passionate fervor, lips parting against yours. He lets you break apart for air, tastes you on his tongue when he leans his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavy.

- “You okay?” he asks, and you nod a little, smiling- but overwhelmed, you’d forgotten how sensitive lips where. In the absence of his they tingle. He stands up, pretending like he didn’t just kiss you, your face is flaming as you stutter out a yes but Seokjin still steps away.

- He wants to go slow, and he has a feeling that if you kept kissing- you’d go anything but slow.

- While Grabbing your setting spray and setting your make up he says, “there we go- perfect” though he’s not talking about just your makeup. “We’ll be late if we don’t leave soon- shall we?” he says, taking your hand, you let him pull you up to your feet.

- That night Seokjin treats you like a princess- and like before, every word from him makes you blush and stutter. You even indulge in a bottle of wine for the two of you. Though neither of you says it you both think that you might need something to soothe your nerves. The conversation flows like usual- more easily than breathing despite the lingering awkwardness from the kiss.

- Because you know him, and after these months together Seokjin knows you better than he knows the back of his own hand. There’s no need to be nervous around you.

- The second time the two of you kiss he’s the one who initiates it, he presses a kiss against your mouth while you dry dishes and he washes. It’s sweet and offly domestic but it feels nice when he presses into you harder, his teeth biting at your lower lip.

- His strong hands hoisting you up to sit against the counter. Slotting himself in-between your legs, when you run your fingers through his hair, nail scratching against his scalp and over his ears, making him groan against your lips.

- The third time you kiss it's you who seeks his lips out- he’s got his head in your lap on the couch- it’s late at night and the run of your hand through his hair and over his ears makes him almost groan with the delightful shivers.

- You laugh when he lets out a high pitched whine when you stop your trail against his ear, and you lean down- letting your hair spill over him before you kiss him softly with a gentle rhythm.

- He kisses you for longer, his hands hovering on your waist and itching up to press against your ribs under your shirt. Thumbs brushing your sternum. You don’t discourage his touches when they get heavier.

- Seokjin steals kisses from your lips on walks, when you crinkle your forehead when you laugh, kisses the smile from your face when you laugh at a comedian on late night television.

- You could never get enough of the taste of your hybrid. Though he was much more than just that to you.

- In the cold of late autumn, Seokjin pries the sweater off of you and finds you’re not wearing a bra underneath, and you commit to mapping every inch of his skin with your hands and mouth.

- You spend the morning with your bare chest pressed against his, your hands trailing and memorizing the elegant curve of his broad shoulders and tapered waist. Even going down further to twine your hands up and around his tail making him pant against you.

- It feels so intimate to have his skin pressed against yours, and you know based on the way that he sighs against your skin that he feels the same way. The connection between the two of you, the intimacy, makes your heart beat quick and your palms sweaty.

- He leaves love bites against your shoulders and begs you not to cover them up with makeup when you go out- even though you just raise your eyebrows at him most of the time and repeat your request for the cover-up. Even saying you’ll do it yourself if he won’t.

- But Seokjin can never deny your requests, even if he wants the whole world to see his claiming marks on you- even if you can’t see them yourself. He catches you sometimes running your fingers over them and pressing against them to feel the dull ache and memory of his mouth when you think he’s not paying attention.

- You get happier, bad days still happen, but now Seokjin just comes in to cuddle regardless of how you try to push him out. Even gaining the second sense as to when you’re going to go into a spiral- seeing the faraway look in your eyes and knows he shouldn’t plan on releasing a video the next day.

- Winter comes, Seokjin hangs up lights all around the house and even helps you pick a Christmas tree (you love how the smell of pine fills your home). The two of you decorate it with lights and buy each other presents as Christmas draws near.

- The two of you open up Christmas presents on Christmas Eve instead of Christmas day. Your mother gets Seokjin a fluffy pink sweater that he instantly loves and pulls on. Texting her that he loves it and thanking her. Which then leads to her calling the two of you for an extremely long video call with the rest of your family.

- You get him a couple’s wine and cooking night package scheduled for a few weeks away, along with something a little more personalized, a cookbook- but not just any old cookbook- it’s his cookbook.

- You put all his favorite recipes in it, complete with his comments which you recorded from eat Jin, and a few puny names, (such as chicken- pot- fine, for his pie recipe, and scalloped potate-no’s after his misadventures with that recipe.)

- You sent it away to one of those websites to get it designed; the book is spiral bound but glossy- with a photo of himself on the cover

- You spent nearly a day and a half talking with the printing designer over the phone to make it perfect- but you suspected they liked the project- after all, they were able to make most if not all of the design choices.

- The only thing that was totally you was the second part of the book- a mirror of the first only this one was in braille so that you could read it too.

- Seokjin almost cries when he holds it for the first time, sucking on his lower lip to keep in the tears when he sees the words “eat with Jin” in a swirly yet elegant font across the top.

- “Well do you like it,” you ask, taking his silence to mean something bad, but he just pulls you into his lap and nuzzles his head into your shoulder and no other words are needed.

- He gets you a fluffy fawn colored sweatshirt that almost goes down to your knees and an entire set of the harry potter audio books ready to be downloaded onto your phone.

- You giggle happily about- now you can listen to them everywhere and don’t need the old dilapidated radio to listen to them.

- That night the two of you watch the charismas specials (well he watches them- you just listen) until the late hours of the night wrapped in each other. Falling asleep with your head rested against Jin’s chest listening to his heartbeat.

- The two of you wake when the bells signaling the turn of the clock to midnight knock you out of your warm reverie, “Merry Christmas” you mutter to each other, meeting his lips in a kiss that tastes like the peppermint from candy canes and the promise of home.

- That night the two of you turn in, sleeping in your bedroom for once and not parting like you usually do. Underneath the too warm covers- you’re too hot in the sweatshirt he bought you so instead you shuck your pants leaving you only in your underwear.

- He takes off his pants too- leaving him only in his boxers and thin undershirt; you wind your bare skin in between each other and fall asleep breathing in each other’s breath.

- When Jin is sure you’ve fallen asleep, your hands curling and unfurling one in the covers another fisted on the shirt in his side, he whispers quietly into the winter air. “I love you.”

- You wake to snow the next morning- fallen overnight and the cold pressing in oppressively. Seokjin begs you to go sledding at the local hill and of course, you couldn’t say no to him.

- “You’ll be fine- just sit you between my legs” and of course it ends up okay, though the first time is a little terrifying, it’s been so long since you’d felt the wind and adrenaline rush through your veins, you shriek with laughter the first time down, and then jump up and say “again! again!” like a little kid.

- Jin just laughs, brushing the snow out of his hair before he presses a cold kiss against your cheek and guides you back to the top of the hill when the other kids are waiting.

- When you get home Seokjin is shivering and cold to the bone on account of having forgotten a pair of gloves behind. Concerned, you demand that Seokjin takes a warm bath in your bathroom (seeing as his bathroom on the second floor didn’t have a tub.)

- Drawing it for him and even popping in a bath bomb that you saved for a special occasion before he can tell you not to use it on him. he almost invites you to join him in the bath but the words fail to fall from the tip of his tongue before you close the door behind yourself.

- Seokjin spends almost an hour in the blissful lilac colored water letting the warmth relax his muscles, and he decides that he defiantly likes baths and will ask you to take more of them- with him hopefully- eventually if he ever plucks up the courage that is.

- You surprise him with a mug of warm hot chocolate with copious marshmallows and whipped cream. The two of you fall asleep curled up in each other’s lap and when you wake- though it might be dark outside the two of you are restless from the afternoon spent napping. And decide to go on a late night walk to burn off some steam.

- The city is cold and quiet in a peaceful sort of way with few people sharing the sidewalk with you as you navigate into the park already growing sleepy. A group of kids ambushes you with snowballs, peaking up over the edge of the boulders much to your surprise. Catching Seokjin with a snowball straight to the face.

- “You brats!” he cries scooping up a handful of snow on the side of his head and launching it in the teens' direction. He squeals and runs.

- But they venture off before long- eager to find an easier target after Seokjin pelts them with snowballs- feeling slightly proud of himself for defending you so well. Though he’d never admit it even after you tease him.

- He runs a hand through your hair clearing it of snowflakes, before you grin up at and asks, “Did I hit any of them?” Seokjin smiles at you and kisses the snowflakes off your lips and says that of course, you did even though the snowball he saw you throw landed off by about 10 feet.

- You walk further into the park, fat snowflakes starting to fall again, bursting on your face and melting when they hit like little sparks of cold.

- The two of you are just walking down the path when Seokjin yelps, taking a look at you- realizing that you’d lost your hat in the snowball skirmish “just give me a second! I’ll go back and get it” he’s letting go of your hand before you can say that you’ll walk with him.

- You suck on your lower lip, a little anxious as the sound of his footsteps disappear, you don’t have your walking stick but the garden path is mostly deserted and you’ve walked this way countless times before.

- But to stand there in the silence, the only sound the faint crinkle of the falling snow is unnerving. Your heart rate increases.

- The path might be safe and deserted the day after Christmas but there is something creepy about the silence of the woods and the fact that you know its dark around you, though you’ve lived with the darkness for long enough. Your breathing slowly speeds up, and you begin to lose sense of direction. “Jin?” you call out weakly. Unsure where he came from- your hands out in front of you.

- Seokjin couldn’t be more than 100 meters away from you- but he still doesn’t answer. A sharp noise echoes right beside you and you turn too quickly, your feet sliding, you take a step to your left and your legs slips- and suddenly you’re falling.

- Your bare skin touching snow as you turn over, your hand hitting a stone echoing with pain as you roll down a hill. You cry out as you finally come to a stop with your gloved hands fisted in the snow at the bottom of the slope.

- You call Seokjin’s name again and turn your foot a little tapping out with it, suddenly cold, ice cracks and your foot gets wet, the soft sound of gurgling arrests your ears.

- A stream, you’re right next to a frozen stream, you’re shaking now, the noise- the same one as before comes closer. You remember Seokjin mentioning a ravine around here more than once before and you truly start to panic when you realize where you are.

- “Hello?” you call out your voice shaking.

- “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to startle- you were just about to fall and then you did cuz you got startled and-” a quiet male voice says the sound of footsteps and someone presence as foreign hands find you and start to help you up.

- you flinch but accept the help ”It’s okay” you say softly, trying to muster more strength in your voice. “Would you mind helping me- I- I’m blind and I can’t see my way out of here.” Warm bare hands grab at your wrist steadying you, and your pulse jumps- adrenaline reacting instinctively to a stranger.

- “You don’t need to be afraid I really am sorry- h-here”

- “How can you tell I’m afraid?” you inquire almost scared of the answer, he pauses, the silence pregnant, before he echoes quietly, “I could smell it on you.”

- “How could smell me!?” you ask, your foot slipping abruptly on something making you stoop to your knee, the stranger helps you stand again and you continue to climb uphill.

- Usually, you’d be more cautious and would never put your trust in a complete stranger, but you need him to get you out of here. “I’m a hybrid.” He answers softly. “Oh thank god” you relax instantly, “My hybrid should be around here somewhere, what kind are you? I’d love to meet your owner, what’s your name?”

- “Namjoon,” he says meekly “and I’m just a wolf mutt.” Your foot hits another slippery patch and you slide backward trying to regain your footing but failing. “It might be easier if you just get on my back.”

- “Okay” you agree, when he loops your arms around his neck and tells you to hold onto your wrist your arms brush over ears, bristly but somehow shorter than you’d thought, he stands when you arms are linked hunching forward. between your parted legs a tail swishes.

- “I got you,” he says, starting to lead you up the embankment. Feeling surefooted. It takes him seconds to ascent the slope with you on his back. “Here we go,” he says carefully lowering you down back onto the path. your front sliding down his wide back.

- “Y/N!” Seokjin yells, the sound of running immediately alerting you, you turn in his direction the same moment that his strong hands are dragging you behind him and away from the hybrid that just helped you.

- from Seokjin’s perspective, the hybrid looks grimy, obviously a stray, and a wolf from the look of it if his shaggy ears (one of them with a rip in it and the top tip of the other gone entirely), his unkempt tail, and unfiled canines where anything to go off of.

- His jacket was dirty and there was a smudge of dirt on his cheek- he was a stray- a stray hybrid like the ones that had been plaguing the city.

- The musky scent of fear coming from you cloying at his nostrils and making him go into high alert, his protective instincts making his temper flare. Who was this wolf threatening his mate?

- The low growl that echoes out of his throat cuts off your next words, “Seokjin!” you say alarmed, your hand fisting on the back of his jacket- pulling him back softly.

- In front of him, the wolf hybrid has his ears pinned to his head, backing up back towards the woods. “He helped me Jin! I slipped down the embankment and Namjoon was just helping me get out!”

- There is a moment that Jin stays ramrod straight, his tail curled threateningly, the other hybrids eyes are so wide as he shrinks back, one foot already in the woods, just before he turns and runs jin says, “wait- I’m sorry please-please don’t go” the other hybrid pauses by the edge of the path, a whine of fear high pitched and a little pitiful in the quiet winter air.

- Seokjin simultaneously is relieved (because he didn’t know if he was prepared to be in his first fight) and ashamed at himself for reacting with his instincts instead of his human head. now that he can see clearly he can see that The other hybrid looked anything but threatening

- “At least let us thank your owner for helping me” Seokjin casts a look at you-you can’t tell that he’s a stray. “At least let us feed you- to say thank you” Seokjin remedies, casting a glance at the wrists of the hybrid- they look so thin.

- Now that he’s taking a good look at him without the fear clouding his judgment Seokjin can see how unsteady the pup looks- he’s almost as tall as Seokjin but is at least 40 pounds lighter.

- He’s younger too, his shaggy grey-brown hair the same color as his ears, there’s a tare in the leg of his too short pants and his shoes don’t look anywhere near warm enough for the weather

- Seokjin’s shivering just looking at him.

- “Okay,” he says quietly. The three of you start to walk at a slow pace keeping a comfortable distance towards the edge of the park. You only let the uncomfortable silence fester for a moment before you’re saying “so….ugh Namjoon- where does your owner live?”

- Seokjin see’s the younger hybrid tense “ugh…my den is in the park?” Seokjin holds onto you a little tighter as you stumble when your foot hits a rock, he notices the mud on the back of your jacket from where you slid, the faint redness in your hand where you must have hit it when you’d fallen.

- He wouldn’t soon stop internally berating himself for leaving you alone for some time- how could he be so careless.

- “Wait you mean you live here? Out in the cold? You’re a stray?” Seokjin sees the stranger flush with shame and looks down, “it’s not so bad- I’ve got a lot of blankets and it warms up when I can make a fire.”

- “Please- let us help you, come back and sleep on our couch for the night” the fact that Seokjin is showing kindness your to Namjoon, whose head he’d been about to chomp off surprises you but makes you more than a little pleased, but then again Seokjin had always been kind.

- The other hybrid deliberates, sucking in his lower lip for a second, glancing at you- looking even smaller and non-threatening in a large puffy black coat. And then the other hybrid, who looked to be a few years older than him. Seokjin had the puffed up well mannered and well cared for look that stray hybrids never had, he’d never lived on the street, Namjoon was sure of it.

- Namjoon’s deciding shifting back and forth on one food before he says, “ok” and admits to himself that he really really doesn’t want to spend tonight in the cold and really just one night couldn’t hurt. Tomorrow he would leave and everything would be fine- his few possessions in his den wouldn’t be touched- especially since it was so well hidden.

- Your home is quiet and dark but unbelievably warm to Namjoon at first impression, almost stifling until he takes off his clothes, everything is so clean he immediately feels grubbier than ever, worried about touching anything lest he leaves a mark.

- You take Namjoon’s jacket from him and tell him, “We can wash these for you- and your other clothes, I’m assuming you’re a similar size to Jin?“ Namjoon nods before he realizes that you can’t see him do that. “Do you want to maybe take a shower or a bath?” Seokjin asks, taking your jacket off of the hook where you’d hung it up add it to the pile in your arms. You don’t comment on the extra weight.

- Namjoon can’t help but notice how the elder hybrid wrinkles his nose- he’s sure he doesn’t smell all that nice so he agrees, and the hybrid leads him upstairs to a bathroom that smells and offal lot like the dog-hybrid himself and sets him up with a towel and some fresh scented lavender and vanilla soap that makes Namjoon’s tail wag faster.

- He can’t wait to smell so clean- or so sweet, it’s been years since he’d showered in an actual bathroom and not just the stream or dealt with a gas station bathroom.

- When Namjoon exits the bathtub he finds the home filled with a lofty but rich scent as well as something that smells like burnt toast, he carefully grabs the clothes that have been left out for him and changes into the sweatshirt and stretchy pants. He heads downstairs his nose his guide to the heavenly scent.

- In the kitchen, he finds only Seokjin, but his sensitive ears picking up on some movement from the room to his right. “I hope you’re hungry- Y/n wanted me to make my vegetable soup tonight for you. please tell me you like grilled cheese, y/n has a thing for anything cheesy and greasy no matter how much I try to get her to eat healthily”

- “I like things as cheesy as you” you say as you exit the room next to the kitchen- what must be the master suite, wearing silky pajamas- it’s nearing midnight now.

- Seokjin laughs at your pun, a sound that makes Namjoon’s own mouth tug up in a smile. “Aish woman, stop tugging at my heartstrings.”

- “What’s a grilled cheese?” Namjoon asks, going over to look at the pot of soup- the spices hit his nose like a cacophony and Namjoon knows that if it tastes even half as good as it smells, he’s going to be dreaming about it for years whenever he has an empty stomach.

- You’re open-mouthed, shaking your head at Namjoon’s question. “ whats ah- Oh my god! You haven’t lived until you’ve had a grilled cheese- I’ll show you how to make one,” you say bounding over to the fridge in excitement about getting to show him.

- In your own space, your shoulders relax, and Namjoon can tell that you’re much more comfortable- and less hesitant now that you’re in your own space, Seokjin wordlessly hands you the cheese as you pull out the bread. Anticipating your hands reaching around for it before you’ve even voiced the question.

- It’s clear you’ve lived with the hybrid for a long time, and if Namjoon inhales a deep breath- he can tell that both of your scents has a little of the other Init. Namjoon’s a little jealous- but he tamps it down.

- The food is even better than it smells. And when Namjoon complements Seokjin on it the hybrid almost preens. “I swear I’ve gained 10 pounds since he came to live with me.” you comment. To which Seokjin replies “nonsense- you’re still nothing but skin and bones,” Namjoon can't help but notice how you used the words lived with me- instead of adopted.

- “How long have you been living together.” “Almost 10 months now.” Seokjin says, your hand brushes his on the top of a table. Namjoon averts his eyes- trying to be polite while still feeling like a guest and digs in.

- By the end of the night Namjoon’s belly is so full it hurts. And he’d eaten almost 4 bowls of soup and half a dozen grilled cheeses; even Seokjin had been impressed with how well Namjoon had eaten.

- And he was more than a little pleased that he’d barely been able to drowsily stumble to the living room where you were waiting with a pillow that smelled like you and a fuzzy gray blanket.

- “Goodnight Namjoon,” you say as he reclines on the too comfortable plush sofa- so different than the pile of old sheets and foam bits he’d manage to scavenge and put in his den. He knows the instant he lies down that he’ll fall asleep in seconds.

- You reach out, running your warm palm over his forehead and through his clean hair, rubbing over his ears, Namjoon makes a startled noise- halfway between a trill of surprise and a rumbling purr of pleasure.

- From the doorway he can hear you and Seokjin, “can we snuggle again tonight?” you ask Seokjin, “of course” he says, sounding glad you’ve asked.

- Namjoon knows it must not be easy- letting an unknown male into his den. It doesn’t matter that Seokjin’s a dog hybrid and not a wolf hybrid some instincts ran too deep. He’ll have to thank the elder when before he leaves in the morning.

- The sunlight comes too quickly, shining through the open windows as Namjoon wakes to the natural rhythm of the world far before either you or Seokjin. He resists the temptation to stay curled up underneath the warm covers and makes himself get up, He doesn’t think you’ll mind if he makes some coffee before he braves the cold outdoors.

- He notices some mud (probably tracked in by him) in the front entryway, so he grabs a broom and sets about cleaning up his mess and making it look like he was never here while the coffee maker gurgles. He's just finishing up and tugging his jacket on when the door to your bedroom opens and you exit, groaning and stretching as you bid Namjoon good morning.

- “Good morning! I made coffee- I hope you don’t mind.”

- “Not at all- though if you hand me a cup with cream and sugar I won’t mind even more.” Namjoon grins and obliges you pressing the warm cup into your hands.

- “I’ll be out of your hair soon- thank you so much for your hospitality. I really can't put it into words.” He watches your expression fall, your mug set down on the table instantly.

- “What are you talking about?” Seokjin says from the doorway, his hair pushed up around his forehead in an obvious case of bed head. “The temperature is in the single digits today, you can’t honestly want to go back out into that when you don’t have a warm place to stay.”

- “I- I don’t want to intrude.”

- “We’ve got more than enough room here Namjoon.” Seokjin counters, “I don’t want to be a bother.” He says quietly and Seokjin can see his resolve crumbling as he looks into the sunny and sterile cold world outside and then casts a glance at the warm inside of the apartment.

- “The winters only going to get colder Namjoon.” your hand extends to touch his arm, gripping his jacket. “At least stay until the spring.” Namjoon sucks on his lower lip. Torn between what he wants and what he knows he should do.

- He knows he has to leave. but he wants to stay more than anything. you were probably just being nice to him- you probably didn't want him to be there, he was probably only being a bother.

- Seokjin goes over to the fridge “we’re almost out of groceries and I’m going to need someone to help me carry them back- will you help Namjoon?” he asks before the hybrid can make a response, Namjoon glances down at you, a small smile playing at the edge of your lips.

- “Okay- I’ll help you,” he says after a moment, feeling his resolve flatten out as he crumples. it’s the least he can do after you’ve clothed and fed him. “I don’t want to go until after breakfast.” You complain, and Seokjin can sense the double meaning in the words. As Namjoon is manipulated into staying until after he helps and therefore after breakfast. “have you ever made pancakes before Namjoon?”

- “No,” he says, “but I’ve had them before.” He says when he notices you about to ask, you close your mouth with a smile. “Come over here and let me show you-but take off your jacket first- I don’t want your sleeves to get in the batter.”

- After a very long day in the supermarket that Namjoon sense’s you are both trying to draw out, He’s more than a little tired and chilly from the 10-minute walk back. His arms aching a little bit. “I’ll put things away.” You say as they plop the bags on the table.

- Seokjin guides Namjoon up the stairs into what must have been the hybrids room painted a lovely mauve color that’s almost white. Seokjin gives Namjoon some of the old clothes he doesn’t wear anymore, far more than the ones he loaned him yesterday, but these ones are ones he can have.

- By the time they go downstairs and Namjoon is wondering if he should leave again you’re already asking for his help to chop up some vegetables for a salad.

- And by the end of dinner Seokjin is making hot chocolate with marshmallows and before Namjoon knows it he’s falling asleep next to you on the couch while a movie plays in the distance, lulled to sleep by the gentle breathing of the two of you curled next to him as his head nudges onto your shoulder.

- You raise your hand and run it through his supper soft ears that are somewhat bristly at the ends. Fingering over the cleft in his side. Seokjin watches your expression, the way you seem to melt under the easy and deep breaths of the sleeping hybrid, and the way he’s melting into you, adorable dimples popping out as he smiles in his sleep.

- “Can we keep him Jin? Don’t you think it would be better if he stayed?” Seokjin reaches out his hand to thumb across the hybrids cheek. He’s so deeply asleep Seokjin could probably yell and the other wouldn’t wake.

- “Of course I do.”

~ PART 2 COMING SOON ~ MASTERLIST ~

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i watched “spy kids” 4 times in 1 week and here are my thoughts

carmen your nightgown is like 200 years old, get a new one

you clearly know this story by heart, you’re saying parts of it. why are you questioning what “take him out” means

a double wig should be more obvious than that

we can see that that’s a glass elevator. people can see you changing, ingrid

nice hat

why did you kill the swan

is that paul rudd???????

how are jets ripping pages out of a book

heart shaped parachutes shouldn’t be working that well

why is there a guitar on your bed. how do you sleep

i think the kids would have seen the track in the floor at SOME point

why is there a jungle gym in their house. i know they’re spies but who has a jungle gym.... in their HOUSE

carmen you’re a frog

i think juni just legitimately try to kill carmen

why are both parents going to school. is that like, a Thing????

juni how do you do that

who puts a video screen in the front seat

hey look its floop. love that guy

they’re not picking on you for the bandages, it’s cuz you brought the toys OUTSIDE your backpack. always put them inside. trust me

did his mirror just.... zoom in?????

h*ck yeah beat him up greg

do all the other kids hate him too??????

dang that hurt

“chief” that’s so white

stupid kid. his dads a spy

that floop doll isn’t even close to accurate

hey look its floop again. love that dude

Big Willy Wonka Energy

oooh skipping numbers i see. love that

why do the subtitles have “mr. floop” as his name. its just floop, yall

“sometimes in order to think big you have to think small” pretty inspirational tbh

oh hes fidgeting!!!!!! love that

woah what are you doing this is rated pg ingrid

i wish my uncles would tell me im shrinking. they just make small talk abt school 😔

this gradenko lady looks like jan from the office

hey its floop again!!!!! love that dude

yes juni. its a fire drill in your own home

these dudes have a jungle gym AND a pool. what the h*ck

why did you pull off your mustache to prove you’re not related. if anything that makes you more related. greg does that too

why did he put the mustache back ON

where did those boats come from

carmen says manual weird. man-yull

right, cuz adrenaline causes warts

“don’t touch anything” *immediately touches everything*

basic boat ettiquette: don’t shit in the boat. those toilets can’t handle anything

is that globe..... punched in???????

floop!!!!!!! love that dude

feet on the desk????? i dunno seems pretty gay

since when did carmen get keys to that

i might be wrong but i dont think thats every country

what does pressure have to do with positioning a laser

this floor is the best mechanic in the whole movie. reminds me of a richie rich comic i had as a kids

why did they not run into the wall. i wanted to see that

is the slide there when floop films his show????

HEY ITS FLOOP!!!! love that dude

theres a bunch of normal food like.... sour worms. why did they pick the slime from charlie and the chocolate factory when johnny depp finds the oompa loompas

thats a sick coat. best one in the movie

that was a good snap. nice acoustics

God what a power move. something thanos would say

listen floop i love you but thats not how you say research

fELIX NO

and hes gone. cool

did she kick the camera?????

haha author unknown. cuz hes a spy

why did you take that one specifically????? plot convenience????

he can still be a spy, just not a good one. learn to read

is that supposed to be a question?????

FUN FACT if you listen closely when carmen says “like felix said” you can hear a weird cut in “said”, almost like its a new clip

theres no keyhole

i think juni can read. why are you spelling it

did you have the floop toys in your pocket????

OKAY THIS SCENE WHERE THEY PLAY IT BACKWARDS?????? THAT MESSED ME UP AS A KID

what do those things do?????

i can feel the pain from the fan blades

how did that break the chain????

why would you annouce that. they can hear you. just because they’re thumbs doesn’t mean they’re deaf

that’s a thing, not a place

FLOOP!!!!! ON A BILLBOARD!!!! love that dude

how are you slipping. shes holding YOU

YOU DROPPED HIM GENIUS

how do people not notice the jetpack dudes

DOES NO ONE CARE THAT CLOTHES WERE STOLEN

that’s a cute coat

why is the lady cool with carmen just... doing that

HEY I LOVE THIS SONG!!!!!!!!! AND THAT DUDE!!!!!

ofc you can’t think “straight enough” you’re gay

why is mexico sepia tone

when do you think juni had time to change and learn a new language

IF IT HURTS TO HIT HIM, S T O P

i wanna be on that merry-go-round

HOW DO YOU K N O W THAT HIS CODE NAME. WHY “MUST” IT BE HOMBRE

i love how junis just like “we already got a fake uncle”

LOOK AT HOW FLOOP IS SITTING!!!!!!!! THATS GAY!!!!!!! HE IS A HOMOSEXUAL!!!!!!!!

ALSO MORE FLOOP!!!! say it with me, LOVE THAT DUDE!!!!!!!!!!

minion looks like barry from friends

wait i lied this coat is better

we DO have uncles like that!!!!!

if your inventions are so good why is your font so BORING

hey wait carmen said that. hmmmmmmmm 🤔🤔🤔

glowsticks dont help you see like at all

the map looks like gallifreyan but its not. spy kids is older than the doctor who reboot

they go ZOOM

THATS NOT HOW YOU SAY MANUAL!!!!!!!

great job carmen YOU wrecked the plane

WHATS A REGULATOR

oh its just a breathing thing

haha pee joke. funney

where are the brains coming from???? that factory is Not Correct

if i were juni i would look back over all the floop’s fooglies tapes and see what the agents were saying backwards. once the mission was done, ofc

it took me like 5 minutes to figure out what sknaht meant the first time

SEE THIS MECHANIC IS GOOD BC NOW THERES NO PLEXIGLASS

WHY DOES NO ONE RUN INTO THE WALL

F L O O P I S G O D

love that dude

you discussed with the spy parents that juni watched the show. he just told you that you took his parents. you KNOW this is juni, why are you surprised that he watches it????? you already know!!!!!!

tbh i kinda want some of those colorful chains. they’d look cool somewhere

haha voice crack

no wonder your shows not doing well. those are awful times

why is there a sexy thumb nurse. why did floop make the thumb nurse sexy

use her first name?????? you’re clearly dating

!!!!!! THEY USED THE SAME TOOL MULTIPLE TIMES!!!!!! UNHEARD OF!!!!!!!

he cares so much about this show!!!!!! its so sweet!!!! love that dude

YEP THIS COAT IS BETTER, LOOKS A M A Z I N G IN A RUNNING SCENE

haha you killed carmen

ok this scene with the acid crayon is like my absolute favorite. something about using a crayon to escape and then floop (love that dude) opening the door a second later and then doing a double take. FAVE

wheres belize

ok so apparently its a country by mexico

no you CANT tell her you need to ESCAPE

we finally got a clean outside shot of the castle.... that place is wack

haha minion can’t sit in the hand chair correctly because hes STRAIGHT what a loser

hey juni HOW DO YOU DO THAT

minion you know what the robot costumes look like AND what juni looks like. dont be stupid

what..... what do you want carmen for, exactly, minion??????

floop is supportive of others’ art!!!!!!!!!!! love that dude

HE SAID “WHERE’S MOM AND DAD” LIKE THEY’RE HIS OWN PARENTS THAT’S SO C U T E

ALSO ANOTHER SCENE WITH THE GREAT RUNNING COAT

he says doppelganger beautifully

“its too late” that timing was BEAUTIFUL

you COULD take 500 brains out if you just TRIED HARDER. still love that dude

his control panel has buttons that spell “floop”

WHY CAN MINION TALK NORMAL

if its reversible why do you have it in later movies

carmen fights fake juni and juni fights fake carmen because they didnt have the fancy clone (?) technology

THREE TIMES!!!!!! THEY USED THE SAME TOOL T H R E E T I M E S THIS HAS NEVER BEEN SEEN BEFORE!!!!!!!!!!!

nice censorship

HOW DID MACHETE SMASH ONLY THE CLEAR WINDOWS AND A L L THE CLEAR WINDOWS THERE ARE NO MORE CLEAR WINDOWS!!!!!! ANYWHERE!!!!!

wow nice 3 buttons thats totally how you hack

oh look they have all died

oh. guess not :((

machete you better rip off your mustache

HES GOING TO JUNIS LEVEL TO TALK TO HIM!!!!!!! HE RUFFLED HIS HAIR!!!!!!!!! HES GONNA MAKE A GREAT DAD!!!!!!!

wow no shit ingrid

did he leave his wart bandaid on the kitchen counter?????

ALAN CUMMING!!!! ON A CEREAL BOX!!!!

ok CLEARLY other people watch floop’s show, he’s rated number 2. kids at the school are gonna recognize juni and carmen. they better get popular

is that george clooney

well that’s not how it works in spy kids 2. or 3. or 4. or the tv show

#this took like 2 hours #spy kids #spy kids spoilers #spoilers #juni cortez #carmen cortez #ingrid cortez #gregorio cortez #minion #fegan floop #floops fooglies #sk1 #robert rodriguez

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tinywriter2018 · 5 years

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Third Raven

Arya stood next to her sister on the balcony overlooking the practice yard. The two girls had aged since they last saw each other, but to Sansa, Arya will still be her little sister.

“Is that some grey I see?” Arya teased her. Her dark brown hair had some as well. Grey to soon for the both of them, yet still there.

“Ruling is hard and stressful.” Sansa turned away from her sister, watching little Ned practice his archery once more. Arya’s eyes fell on the boy.

“Hes growing taller.”

“He grows more and more like you when you were that age.”

“I hope not. I was a handful. Almost nearly stopped Septa’s heart at least once or twice a day.” Arya smiled. Remembering chasing after Bran and Rickon. “Hes a lot better than what I could have ever done.”

“The cub wants to become a direwolf all too soon. If that’s not a Stark trait I don’t know what is.” Sansa clutched the railing, her mind no longer looking towards the future, just the past haunting her.

“Sansa your his mother.”

“I was his mother because I had to become it. He asks about you almost daily now.”

“What do you tell him?”

“The truth. He has my blood, but I can’t keep lying to him. He will know soon or later.” Sansa watched Jon approach the stairs. His smile wide, seeing Arya after so long. “The truth always finds a way of coming out.” She whispered to her sister before Jon could approach them.

“Sister!” He exclaimed, wrapping her into a hug. Arya stiffened a little before melting into the contact. The ten years away had not treated her as kindly as her brother would have hoped for.

“Jon! The wall seems to be keeping you fit still.”

“Well we still have raiders and bandits up north.”

“No signs of the return of Winters?” Arya felt her stomach twist, the blue eyes she closed still haunt her dreams some nights.

“I believe they have been erased for good his time. At least we can all hope that.”

“Hope is for the weak.” Arya mumbled. They all turned to watch Ned hit the bullseye for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“He’s good with Archery.”

“Says he wants to be able to defeat any opponent before they even have a chance to come near. Though he finds it boring.” Sansa explained. Meera looked up to them, seeing Sansa nod. “Studying is just as important. If you will excuse me.” The two watch Little Ned give Meera his bow, his eyes falling onto Sansa.

“Do I have to?” He called.

“You know better little cub.” She teased. Ned gave her a look before stomping off to the library.

“Doesn’t Maester Wolkan teach him?” Arya called after her. Sansa turned giving her sister a smile.

“We both know the only one smart enough to teach him here, is me.” Jon took a few steps closer to her.

“Sansa we still need to speak.”

“Later. I have things to do. I’m sure Arya and yourself have some catching up to do.” Sansa gave them one last look before making her way to the library.

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Arya entered the godswoods almost like walking back through time. The snow had melted, the pond unfrozen, and the tree’s red leaves draped the face in it’s trunk just how it always had. The last time she remembered seeing the tree like this was back when her father still was alive. When Ned Stark would sharpen Ice under the watchful gaze of the old gods. Her mother kept to the new, yet she seemed to only know the one now. The God of death still haunts her, always waiting like a friend.

She took slow long steps forward, her hand reaching out to the graze the man in the tree. It was here she felt closer to her family then she did with them. The Starks and this godswoods seemed to always go hand and hand.

“Arya?” His voice echoed through her. Her name ringing through her own ears, from a voice she longed to hear at least once more in her lifetime. She turned to look at him. To her, he seemed to be the same blacksmith she left at Kings Landing after the vote for King. Arya went to say something, anything but he held up his hands.

“Wait. I need to...I miss you.” He took a step closer. “I’ve thought long and hard about what you told me here at Winterfell. After I was made a Lord. You were right...about everything. As you always are, but that’s not the point. The point is that you’re not a lady. You’ve never been. Ever since I’ve known you when you pretending, badly I might add, to be a boy, you were never a lady. You were never meant to be in a castle, run a household, that was never in the cards for you. But I what I do know, after thinking about all these years, is that I love you. There will never be another you in my life. No love that I have left would ever find anything to replace that for me. Theres no one else. Theres just...you.” He stood there taking in a deep breath. His eyes darting to the ground, the words he had been dying to say for years fell right out. Arya walks over, placing a hand on his cheek, before kissing him. Their lips met for what he wanted to be ages, but just a few seconds.

“Little Ned is our son.” She whispered to him. Arya left Gendry standing there stunned at the revelation. She didn’t know what to say to him, but the truth. Sansa was always right but everything. The Truth would come out eventually.

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Jon entered into Sansa’s solar before she even knew someone was there. Turning from the window, she looked startled to see him.

“Jon why are-”

“Look, you have been refusing to speak to me, to see me even. The only reason I was brought here is because the Lords want to know if you plain to make Ned your heir apparent or pass it off to another house. That is all. They know a Stark must always rule, but as far as anyone can see there is no other Starks.” Jon defends. The door shuts behind him. Sansa wrapped her arms around herself.

“I can’t answer you Jon. Because I don’t know. A Stark must always be at the head of Winterfell but...Little Ned isn’t ready for it yet. That is too great of Burden to put on a boy no older than Bran was when he fell.”

“Sansa…” Jon took a few steps closer to her. He knew it pained her to see family suffer. It always has.

“I’ve received countless marriage proposals over the years, just so they would have a chance of taking my crown.”

“You are the Queen of the North. You have the means and the support in order to assure you your seat including keeping the Stark name. But I don’t understand why you need another heir when Ned-”

“Isn’t mine.” Sansa took in a deep breath, she felt the tears coming. “He isn’t...he isn’t ours Jon.”

“I just thought-”

“I know what you thought. It’s something I’ve always wanted to believe, but it’s true. He’s Arya’s and Gendry’s son. Ten years ago, Arya snuck back to Winterfell six months after leaving. She was heavily pregnant and wanted him to be raised in her home. He’s already the illegitimate son of a lord who doesn’t have an heir himself. I like Gendry, hes a good man, but hes from the Six Kingdoms. Which makes it more complicated than I just passing on my crown.”

“Who all knows about his parentage?”

“Myself, Bran of course, theres no hiding from him, & Arya. Which I’m assuming she will be telling Gendry at some point.” Jon closed the distance between them, pulling her into a hug.

“Sansa why do you always burden yourself with everyone else's problems and worries?”

“In all these years, I sometimes let myself believe that Little Ned was ours. He looks like a Stark should. Reminds me of Robb, of Arya. My family I no longer have.”

“I’m sorry.” He kissed the top of her head. “I know I can’t be here anymore.”

“Do you wish you could?”

“All the bloody time.” He smiled down at her. “Before I went South, there were moments I thought we could do this together.” Sansa tilted her head up towards him. His kissed her forehead, then both her cheeks, a last one on her nose. He hovered over her lips, but Sansa closed the gap. The kiss deepening with each second. A memory of them so long ago, before he went south, before everything changed. A moment they would repeat, a moment they had held in their hearts for so long with only the two of them kept locked away from anyone else.

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Twist Of Fate - Ch11 - (Trixya) - katyahzamo

A/N: Here we are folks, the penultimate chapter of this fic! Things are slowly falling into place with these two and I can’t believe it’s been three months since I started writing it. Thank you everyone, for your continuous support and lovely feedback!

A reminder: Trixie is a hairdresser and Katya is a struggling photographer slash yoga instructor. Lesbian AU. Read the chapters on AO3 and/or come hang out on my tumblr katyahzamo. Comments are welcome and encouraged!

Katya wakes up sometime around eight in the morning the next day, with sweat on her upper lip and on the back of her neck. The air is stuffy in her bedroom, and only when her eyes open does she remember that she’s forgotten to leave the window open before falling asleep.

Additional source of heat is the pile of blonde curls spread across her bare chest, with an arm and a leg hugging her close as Trixie Mattel sleeps peacefully snuggled up to her. Katya can barely feel her arm that got trapped under Trixie sometime through the night, and there is a certain soreness in her thighs that reminds her it’s been a while since she’s had sex… or done strenuous yoga for that matter. Still, she has a large smile on her face as her fingers trail through blonde hair splayed across her collarbone, feeling her heart speed up at the mere thought of the last night’s events.

Seeing Trixie naked, getting to kiss every single inch of her soft skin… it was better than any fantasy Katya’s imagination could have conjured up in many lonely nights when she thought about it. Trixie was both gentle and teasing, and heat pools in the bottom of Katya’s stomach as she remembers Trixie between her legs, eating her out like it’s the last thing she’s going to do. Her thighs squeeze when she recalls the sounds that Trixie made as they fucked, as she made Katya come, over and over again, until they fell asleep snuggled together, too tired to move a muscle or put any clothes on.

Katya is pulled back to the present when Trixie snorts in her sleep and it almost makes her laugh out loud, but she remains silent when she slowly untangles their limbs and slips off the bed, in desperate need of a shower, a cigarette and some food.

Trixie doesn’t wake up until two hours later, to Katya’s great delight, since she has plenty of time to run to a convenience store right across the street, buying some toast, eggs, maple syrup and a pancake mix which she prepares quietly in her narrow kitchen that she barely ever uses for herself in the morning.

It seems that it’s the smell of French toast, eggs and bacon that rouse Trixie from her slumber, and she’s standing in the doorway, in one of Katya’s shirts no less, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and a bright smile on her face. It makes Katya’s heart jump violently and then drops to her ass. The shirt strains a little over her chest, but reaches her thighs nevertheless. She looks sexy as all hell.

“Morning.”

“Good morning, birthday girl. How did you sleep?”

“Mmm really good, but I think I fully didn’t move all night. Everything hurts.”

There is a little pout on Trixie’s lips, that playful one that Katya has seen so many times in the last twenty-four hours, and it is hard to breathe for a moment before she flips the pancake.

“Maybe you can do some yoga with me later?”

“Hard pass. I’d rather do something else.”

Katya turns her head, and Trixie is there, leaning her hip against the counter, her eyes big, and brown, and staring at Katya’s mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Mmm.”

A second later she hops on the counter to sit there and gets a toast and nibbles on it, watching Katya who puts the last pancake on the plate, turns off the stove and comes in front of her. Trixie’s knees part instinctively and Katya settles between her thighs.

“This is really good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I usually don’t eat white bread that much but I was starving.”

“I also made you pancakes and bought a little candle so you can blow on it. Even though you don’t celebrate your birthday-”

“Oh I celebrate it.”

Katya, who had her hands resting on Trixie’s bare thighs and was brushing her fingers up and down lazily looked at her with her eyebrows raised.

“But you told me last night you-“

“I did that only so you would finish what you started.”

“Oh my god.”

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it?”

Trixie’s wide grin makes Katya cackle, all with head thrown back in delight.

“You’re such a fucking brat.”

“It’s what you signed up for, mama.”

They laugh and Trixie drops the toast back on the plate when Katya leans in to leave kisses under her jaw and down her neck, her eyes closing instinctively and arms wrapping around Katya’s shoulders. She leans up seconds later to capture Trixie’s lips with her own, and before long Trixie has her nails dragging down Katya’s back and Katya desperately digs her fingers into the soft flesh of Trixie’s thighs.

“God you’re so sexy.” Katya’s words are barely a breath she speaks into Trixie’s open mouth, and are greeted with a soft moan before the kiss becomes needier, causing both of them to grind their hips towards the other.

“Trix-“ Katya starts again, but Trixie’s fingers are already trailing down Katya’s abdomen and past the hem of her boxers, finding her wet already. Feeling Trixie’s cold fingers pressing against her clit makes Katya gasp into the kiss, and she adjusts her hips so Trixie can have more access.

It doesn’t take her long before she drops from the counter and on her knees, to Katya’s surprise, in the middle of the tiny kitchen. With Katya’s boxers discarded on a nearby chair and Trixie’s mouth between Katya’s legs, Katya is reduced to a shaky, moaning mess minutes later, barely holding herself upright by leaning back and gripping the countertop with one hand and Trixie’s hair with the other. She comes without much effort and Trixie’s fingers knuckles deep in her pussy, and Trixie playfully kisses her before going for a shower; leaving the Russian disheveled and barely able to put her underwear on and set up the table for breakfast.

“So you know Mrs. Davis, right? Kasha Davis?”

They are sitting on the couch, Trixie’s feet in Katya’s lap and a plate of pancakes in her own. Katya made her blow a single candle she found in one of the drawers and make a wish she then refused to share with Katya. It won’t come true if I do! She said and interrupted Katya’s laugh with a lingering kiss and a hug in a silent thank you. They moved to the couch immediately after and put a movie they weren’t paying attention to, too distracted by kissing and Trixie force-feeding pancakes to Katya, who refused to eat pieces that had maple syrup on it.

“The older, rich lady that comes to Honey? Yeah I know her.”

“Her daughter Jean is having a Sweet Sixteen party in two weeks.”

“Oh god don’t tell me she’s gonna be on MTV or something.”

“How old are you?” Trixie laughs loudly and Katya swats at her ankle playfully. “No, grandma, she won’t be on a show that ended ten years ago, but-“

“It didn’t end! It’s still going!”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah! I’m pretty sure I watched it last week.”

They bicker for a little while longer, until Trixie pulls out her phone from underneath her and stares at the Wikipedia article with her mouth open, and Katya laughing loudly at her.

“I’m right, huh? It’s still airing.”

“Who the hell funds this still?”

“Mrs. Kasha Davis?”

“Right!” Trixie tosses her phone Katya’s way, who catches it and laughs again, doubling down on intensity when Trixie glares at her and then Katya raises her arms up in surrender.

“I’m sorry! Go ahead, what about her daughter?”

Trixie blinks at her pointedly a several times more but then her expression softens when she speaks again.

“Latrice called me while I was still in Wisconsin. Apparently, Mrs. Kasha Davis wants me to do her daughter’s hair. And her daughter’s best friends’ hair. And probably makeup too. There will be like… seven or eight girls there.”

“Trix, that’s great! They’re loaded, they will probably pay well.”

“Right? There’s a problem, though. Maybe one you can help me with?”

Katya tilts her head and can’t help but grin back when Trixie bats her eyelashes again, feeling her heart thump at the sight.

“What do you need?”

“They need a photographer. Apparently there’s a company who organizes these things and they usually send a photographer and a makeup artist in a bundle. And it’s hard for them to find a photographer on their own on such a short notice. So…”

“So if you don’t find a photographer, they will go with the company.”

“Right. I know you’re busy and you’re getting like a thousand jobs offer an hour but…”

“Trix, being booked one week in advance is barely a thousand offers.”

“I know! But you’re so good and all these modeling agencies are fighting for you, and I know teens are not your thing but…”

“I’ll do it.”

Trixie’s eyes widen, and her smile too. Money aside, this sight alone makes Katya think that hanging around teenagers the entire day makes it totally worth it.

“Really?”

“Yeah! I mean, they are loaded and I can probably get a rate as high as I get for weddings so…”

She doesn’t finish the sentence since Trixie has put the pancakes away and is pulling her down towards herself, her soft pink lips covering every inch of Katya’s face, causing her to burst into laughter, over and over again. Doing what she loves to do and with the girl that she’s pretty sure she’s in love with? Who would say no?

The two of them stay on Katya’s couch for the remainder of the morning and early afternoon, cuddling and watching Casablanca that comes on, parting reluctantly only when Trixie says she needs to go into Honey even though it’s her last day of paid leave and it’s her birthday. Since Katya needs to work on engagement photos she’s taken the day before, she lets her go, but not before spending fifteen minutes kissing at the front door and agreeing to see each other that evening for birthday celebration, and the next day, when Katya would pick Trixie up from work and go with her to test out a new lens in the park nearby. As she watches Trixie get into her Uber while she smokes on the window, Katya wonders what she did in her largely miserable life to finally get so lucky.

“No, go back. Details bitch. Is she a top or a bottom? What does she like? Did you talk kinks yet?”

The connection on Violet’s side is not really the best, and Katya has to squint at her own phone to recognize that the pixelated blur is in fact her best friend, calling her from the other side of the continent, after having blown up her phone when Katya told her Trixie began spending almost every night for the past week.

“Vi, I can barely hear you, what?”

Maybe she is trying to avoid the subject altogether now, at least until Violet is in the same room as her, since sleeping with Trixie is… different. She is not just a tinder hookup or a casual dating thing that Katya had no issues talking about with her best friend in the past, all details included. Now, she is afraid of sharing too much with the universe, fearing that the universe might yet again be a bitch and take it away from her.

Just that morning Trixie left her apartment to go to work, and she woke Katya up by dragging her to the shower and kissing the sleep away from her puffy eyelids, then proceeded to make them both coffee after which they sat by the window as Katya smoked. Trixie’s thumb rubbed her knee as they talked about their plans for the weekend. It has been surreal, more surreal than any other thing that had happened to Katya in the past year. Considering all the changes that she went through, this being the biggest one, it was a lot, and now difficult to put into words.

How can she even begin to describe the happiness she feels to get to spend every single free moment with Trixie when it seemed just like a distant fantasy only a month ago? No words could even begin to come close to describe how beautiful Trixie is, or how funny. How her nose scrunches lightly when she yawns over her cup of coffee in the morning or how she chews thoughtfully and looks into the distance when she thinks Katya isn’t looking. Anything she could say to Violet pales in comparison to the warmth in her chest when Trixie kisses her collarbone and talks sleepily before drifting off and the way her small apartment rings with the sound of Trixie’s absurdly loud laughter. Katya is happy, and it’s a scary thing to even fathom talking about.

“Fine, you don’t have to tell me now. Is it good at least? Is she good?”

The connection clears enough for Violet to see the wide grin on Katya’s face, the crinkles around her eyes visible even through the blurry video.

“She’s the best, Vi. I’ll tell you everything when you get back.”

“So, I want my hair to be wavy, but not too curly. I don’t wanna look basic, you know?”

Katya is barely holding in her laughter as Jean continues chattering on, giving precise instructions on how her hair needs to look like, the funny part being the way Trixie’s eyes are bugging out a little. Katya can see that Trixie is holding in an exasperated huff too, but nods along and keeps saying okay as the girl continues talking.

“And please don’t give Amanda the same hair as mine, she’s been trying to copy me for months.”

“Isn’t Amanda one of your best friends, dear?”

Mrs. Kasha Davis is sitting in the chair next to her daughter, flipping through the menu that the caterers have brought minutes after Katya and Trixie walked through the door of the gigantic mansion where the Davises lived. Her eyes lift up towards her daughter, a perfectly shaped eyebrow quirked.

“Mom, I told you fifteen times already, I have to keep Amanda close because she has the pull with the cheerleaders. But I can’t stand her, all she talks about is Justin Bieber and we all know he’s so 2013.”

Katya cackles at this when her eyes meet Trixie’s, and the girl looks at them in the mirror.

“What? You know I’m right.”

“You sure are.” Katya says amusingly, lifting the camera and adjusting the lens before she snaps a photo of the mother and the daughter, with Trixie fiddling with the scissors in the background.

Both Trixie and Katya woke up at seven in the morning to get everything ready for the Sweet Sixteen party, or at least the part they play in it, since Latrice instructed them both on what Mrs. Davis loves and doesn’t love, and when she saw Trixie getting nervous about her first big gig, encouraged them both that Kasha, despite being a rich white woman, has a kind heart and will tell them if anything is amiss.

They had no issues finding the house in the outskirts of Boston hours later and Katya expected to see swans in their larger-than-life front yard that had a fountain decorated with endless balloons and pink bows. Despite the kitschiness of it all, Katya appreciated how this girl’s parents went above and beyond to make their daughter’s birthday special. Jean, all teenager drama aside, is not as snobby as Katya expects most girls of her class to be, and she spent half an hour discussing photography with her before they sat down for hair and makeup.

Soon after they shit talk Amanda, the head cheerleader walks in with half a dozen of other girls and Trixie sits them all down and gives them catalogues to browse for hair styles they want, while Katya walks around, taking quick photos as girls get ready, of the tables and canopy set in the backyard, of the house and exterior decorations, and finally of Trixie.

The only dress code for the party is to incorporate something pink in their outfit, since that is the main color of the event. Trixie sure looks the part n her baby pink dress, slightly loose around her shoulders and flowy around her legs and reaching down below her knees. Her thick curls are pushed in a ponytail and makeup is as soft as one could imagine it being on a warm September day. She looks like she walked out of Katya’s wildest cotton candy dreams. Katya, in return, sports only a dark pink button up shirt that she matched with the black pantsuit, the jacket tossed aside as soon as they arrived to the house.

Katya feels smug whenever she notices Trixie swallowing every time she looks at her, and remembers how breathlessly she complimented her that morning when she saw Katya get out of the car to kiss her hello in front of Kim’s building when she picked her up.

She sees Trixie looking at her now, a curling iron in her hand and a little smile on her face that Katya snapped a photo of seconds before, and now has the wild urge to go over and kiss her senseless. Instead, Katya walks past her and squeezes Trixie’s hip lightly before she walks out of the spacious, bright-lit room and into the back porch of the house. Some of the guests have begun arriving already, mostly family members including older aunts and uncles. Mrs. Davis has told them that the main event would be after seven, when half of Jean’s school would be coming over for the party, but the afternoon was reserved for the older family members and friends of Mr. and Mrs. Davis.

Katya spends an hour or two walking between the tables, introducing herself to people who want to know her name, and taking photos much to the guests’ delight. Despite having initial reservations for an event like this, Katya realized that older rich white people are a goldmine for photography opportunities, and she has already given out a dozen of her business cards before she sees Trixie on the porch too, drinking something that looks like pink lemonade.

“Almost done?” Katya comes to stand next to her but only after she’s quickly snapped a photo of her, feeling her heart grow ten sizes when she sees Trixie pose playfully.

“Yep. Jean was right, Amanda talks about Bieber more than you talk about your Russian weirdo bands.”

“Hey!” Katya cackles and nudges her with her hip, sending Trixie into giggles too.

“They’re a cool bunch, though. They keep asking me if I can redo their makeup too.”

“How could they not? You’re the incarnation of their favorite Barbie they played with up until two years ago.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“What? I think you look beautiful.”

Trixie’s blush is visible even in the slight shade of the porch and Katya is grinning proudly.

“God, if we made out right here, right now, do you think we’d look unprofessional?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“Katya!”

“What? You think dykes would be too much for the poor old aunt Shirley over there?”

“She’d fully be clutching her pearls.”

“Oh there you two are!”

The voice of Mrs. Davis makes them both jump a little and they turn around, their expressions slightly flushed and guilty. Katya prays she didn’t hear any part of the conversation they just had. But, even if she did, Kasha shows no signs of it.

“Trixie, dear, Jean is absolutely glowing because of your handiwork. You did a marvelous job!”

Trixie grins and Katya’s heart skips several beats. She’s so proud of her.

“I’m glad she’s happy with it. I only have two more girls left and I’ll be done.”

“Beautiful! Katya, we’ve agreed you’ll be staying here until nine, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Mrs. Davis.”

“Please, darlings, call me Kasha. You’re making me feel old.”

All three of them laugh and Katya nods.

“Anyway, I’m here to offer you to stay for the party too, Trixie.”

“Oh you really don’t have to, I-“

“No, nonsense! You can keep Katya company and David ordered too much food for this amount of people. I insist.”

Katya and Trixie look at each other and Katya gives her a non-committal shrug, even though all she wants is to have Trixie around for the entirety of the day. It would definitely make the remainder of the party more bearable.

“Okay, I’ll stay then. Thank you. If you need me to help with anything-“

“No, absolutely not. You can finish up the hair and makeup, and I might ask you to touch up mine later in the afternoon, but the moment you are done you’re a guest like everything else here.”

“Thank you M- Kasha.”

“Oh you’re both welcome. Now if you’ll excuse me, I see my mother-in-law calling.”

Both Trixie and Katya laugh at the eyeroll and the wink Kasha gives them, and watch her trod across the lawn.

“Better go get Amanda ready before she cuts my head off.”

Katya laughs and takes her hand briefly, kissing it.

“Go. I’ll be out here. And bring me one of those lemonades when you’re done.”

The remainder of the afternoon goes by fast, and Katya barely has time to shove some of the food in her mouth while people call her from one side of the lawn or another, wishing her to take photos of them in different poses and with different family members and friends. It’s well past six in the evening and the majority of the adults are already tipsy and ready to dance, so the DJ is already in his spot too, forced to take requests of songs that range from Frank Sinatra to Spice Girls. When five minutes pass without anyone calling out her name, Katya decides to take a bathroom break while she still can, since the only people who like having their photos taken more than middle-aged people are teenagers, and almost a hundred of them are soon to start arriving through the door.

The bathroom offers a welcome silence and Katya feels her head pulsating a little bit, but she has to admit to herself that she is having fun, more so because she knows Trixie is going to join her soon. What makes her the happiest, though, is the fact that Trixie will be coming home with her later and they will get to snuggle on her worn out couch and talk to each other about the day they had.

Just as Katya flushes and goes to wash her hands, there is a brief knock on the bathroom door and Katya calls out that she’ll be out in a second. When she does open the door, she sees Trixie standing on the other side, the look on her face making butterflies in Katya’s stomach dance for the millionth time that day.

“Oh hi.”

“Hello.”

Trixie’s hand pushes her lightly from the door and back into the bathroom again, and follows her in an instant before she closes the door and locks it.

“I’ve missed you the whole damn day.”

“Me too.”

Katya wraps her arms around Trixie’s waist and Trixie cups both sides of Katya’s face and leans in to kiss her – her soft lingering kisses that Katya returns eagerly, humming contentedly.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you all day.” Trixie mutters into the kiss and Katya kisses her again, and again, and again, until she’s backed into the wall and raking her fingers through Katya’s waves, the feeling of blunt nails against her scalp causing goosebumps on the back of Katya’s neck.

“Did I tell you how hot you are in that fucking suit? Holy shit.”

Katya squeezes Trixie’s waist in response, digging fingers there and grinding against Trixie’s thigh just a little, their mouths inches apart, both of them breathing heavily.

“Do you think it would be unprofessional if I bent you over in our client’s bathroom and fucked you senseless?”

That makes Trixie’s mouth fall open and she kisses Katya softly again, and Katya knows that she’s considering it. They both know it’s a probable thing that would happen if their kisses lasted for more than five seconds.

“Probably. Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you can do that later tonight when we’re back at your place?”

“Sounds like a solid plan.”

Katya is the first one to rejoin the party, her neck still flushed from how easily worked up Trixie has gotten her, but her dark red lipstick is in place once again and her hair brushed out. There is an ache between her thighs for a while after, especially when Trixie comes to join her soon after with a hand on Katya’s lower back, but knows that they still have a few hours to go.

Taking photos of teenagers is definitely more work, since they ask to see how they look in photos every time they are taken, but they are also ready to go with Katya’s ideas of crazy poses, so Katya finds herself having a lot of fun. Both her and Trixie, who watches the entire thing unfold, are invited into several selfies too an hour into what turned into a photoshoot with the cheerleaders.

It’s well past nine when Katya packs up her camera, and when she comes out to the lawn that is now lit up with hundreds of small lights and with a crowd consisting now mostly of people under twenty, save some of the adults here and there, she finds Trixie surrounded by several girls who keep asking her about the hair products she uses to make her curls be the way that they are. Once Katya reaches them, Jean begs them both to stay a little bit longer to join the dancing since the band has taken over, and Trixie is the first one to give in.

An hour later Trixie and Katya are still on the dance floor, and no one seems to care that they are dancing with each other and not talking with anyone else aside from several older cousins who are there more out of solidarity for their cousin’s birthday wishes more than anything else. When the fast-beat song changes to something slower, Katya pulls Trixie close and Trixie leans her head on Katya’s shoulder as they sway slowly.

“This is like a prom I never got to have.”

Katya pulls her head from where it rested, leaned on top of Trixie’s, in surprise.

“You never went to your prom?”

Trixie rolls her eyes but laughs.

“Of course I went to prom, but I never got to go to one with a girl that I liked.”

Even though Katya knows that Trixie likes her, she’ll never get tired of hearing it.

“Did you go with a guy, then?”

“Yep, Bob. We were the only two out gays in the entire school so no one really wanted to do anything with us.”

“I’m sorry, Trix.”

“It doesn’t matter, we had a lot of fun. And I get to redo it with you now.”

“Does this mean I forgot to buy you flowers and that I’m a horrible girlfriend?”

Trixie lifts her head up to meet Katya’s eyes and only by the expression on her face does she realize what she just said.

“So that’s what you are, huh? My girlfriend?”

Katya grins wider, and kisses the small crease that formed in the corner of Trixie’s eye as her smile grows too.

“Yep.”

“Cool. Then I’ll need those flowers.”

“I’ll get them for you as soon as we get out of here.”

They leave the party shortly after that, and Katya does stop in front of a little flower shop whose owner knows Katya from before, and who gives her a bouquet of lilies that she passes on to Trixie when she gets back in the car.

“Are we having a little Imagine Me and You moment now, Katya?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Imagine Me and You? The best lesbian movie ever made?”

“Never heard of it.”

“And yet you know that Sweet Sixteen is still airing? I’m breaking up with you immediately.”

The ride to Katya’s apartment is full of their bickering and Trixie’s loud laughter, and Katya can’t remember a better day at work in her entire life. A part of her wishes that she and Trixie can do things like this forever. She loves photography, and getting to finally do it for living is a dream come true, but now she wants to share that dream with Trixie. As she watches Trixie kick off her heels and stretch before she joins her on the couch, Katya thinks that it’s probably too early to even bring it up. She knows that Trixie has been planning to leave Honey for a while now, but Katya doesn’t want to put a strain in their very new relationship by proposing something like that. They have time.

An hour later they are still on the couch, their carefully applied lipsticks gone and their clothes discarded on the floor. They barely spoke anything in the hurry to get each other off, the tension between them building for the entire day and released only when Katya fucked Trixie until her thighs shook and then gladly returned the favor. Katya felt so exhausted afterward, especially with Trixie cuddling into her side, both lazy to get up, shower, and go to bed. The silence breaks shortly after, and Katya didn’t notice that Trixie has been chewing on her lip nervously for at least ten minutes before she speaks.

“Katya?”

“Yeah?”

“I have to talk to you about something.”

“Shoot.”

“Remember when I went back to Wisconsin to be with family couple of weeks ago?”

“Yes, of course I remember.”

“I went to see Pearl too.”

The name Pearl, spoken out of nowhere, and in that context, sucks all of the air from Katya’s lungs and suddenly she can’t breathe, so she sits up. Trixie, who was leaned on her, sits up too, bringing the blanket to her chest, suddenly feeling exposed. Katya opens her mouth once, both unsure of what to say and not understanding why this is being brought up now, then closes it. Then finally:

“Okay.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you back then. I wasn’t sure where you and I were going and there never seemed to be a right time. This is also not the right time, but I have to tell you anyway.”

This exact moment not being the right time is an understatement. Katya’s jaw is clamped shut, but all she can do is look at Trixie, and wait. After all, she has no idea what seeing Pearl means in this case, and wants to give Trixie the benefit of the doubt. Shiver passes down her spine, but it has nothing to do with being cold.

“And I know you and I didn’t talk about it at all, but our breakup went really badly, and I was afraid that I hurt her so I – I needed to fix it.”

Met with Katya’s silence, Trixie seems to falter a little bit, but she continues talking.

“So Bob and I went to Chicago and Pearl and I met over lunch and talked about… everything. Nothing happened obviously, I knew I didn’t love her that… way, and I knew I liked you, so I wanted to do the right thing and bring us both closure.”

A part of Katya, that has been under considerable strain and threatening to snap since Trixie started the conversation, loosened up and she let out a small breath. Nothing happened. Yet, there is an irrational part of her that’s still hurt about it. It’s not something she can help.

“Why are you telling me this now? That was almost a month ago.” Her voice too is slightly strained, but Katya tries not to project her insecurities on Trixie. Her insecurities are what ended every single relationship she’s had so far. There weren’t many.

When Katya didn’t snap, something that Trixie apparently expected, the corner of her mouth pulled into a small smile and she shrugged. Despite the rollercoaster of emotions that Katya went within two minutes time, she can’t help but want to hug Trixie when she sees her this way.

“You called me your girlfriend tonight. I was afraid that mentioning Pearl would fuck all of this up, and these past couple of weeks have been the best I’ve had in my life.”

“Mine too.”

Trixie’s face seems to light up at that.

“And tonight you called me your girlfriend and I became aware that I can’t hold this back from you because I don’t want to hide anything from you, Katya. I really, really like you and I want us to work. More than I want anything else.”

“Trixie…”

“So I had to say it. And I see that you’re upset and I’m sorry. I just wanted you to know and not find out from one of our friends or something.”

Katya reaches out and takes Trixie’s hand for the millionth time that day, and pulls her close, meeting in a kiss as she closes the distance between them, and Trixie readily responds.

“Thank you for telling me.” Katya speaks when they pull away, and Trixie leans into her side to snuggle her again.

“Thank god. If we had to fight it would have killed me.”

“How did Pearl take it?”

Trixie lifts her head to see that Katya’s looking at her, and they smile at each other.

“She was surprisingly okay and appreciated that I wanted to clear the air. She’s going on a big world tour and said it was for the best anyway.”

“And you’re okay? You guys were together for a long time.”

“Trust me, Katya, I’ve never been more okay with anything in my life. I have you.”

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#twist of fate #katyahzamo #lesbian au #slow burn #mutual pining #trixya #soft smut #rpdr fanfiction

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Sixty Eight

Randi

Cayden was gone for work all week, and I was struggling being without him. He called several times a day to check in or just talk but it wasn’t the same. Being away from him was almost physically painful right now. It’s like the baby actually knew he was gone and made me feel this pull towards him.

The only thing keeping me going was that he had promised to take me away once he got back. He had been saying for several weeks that he was gonna bring me to Jamaica because I was all he could think about while He was there last. Until then I was just focusing on work and hanging with my friends. My mom was staying at the house currently because Cay called her behind my back and told her I needed her help while he was gone.

“Have some breakfast,” she said, pushing the plate to me.

“I’m not ready to eat yet, I’ll just have some juice.”

“You need some real calories, hows the baby supposed to grow?” She said. I looked down at my small bump, taking in what she said.

“Maybe just a little bit,” I mumbled, sitting at a chair. She made me a plate with way too much excitement and brought it to me. I started nibbling away and she watched my eat. It was just like Cayden was here.

“So when’s your next appointment?” She asked.

“When Cayden gets back. It was supposed to be a bit ago because I’m over three months but I kept putting it off,” I moved aside the eggs that were looking very off putting for some reason.

“Are you gonna find out the gender?”

“I don’t know yet. I kind of want it to be a surprise,” I shrugged. She shook her head.

“Then how am I supposed to start shopping!?” She looked at me like I was crazy. I laughed.

“You can by it when he gets here,” I offered.

“So you think it’s a boy?” She said. My brows came together.

“I have no idea.”

“You said he,” she smiled. I blushed. It was just a habit, honestly I didn’t really think about it that much. I was just focused on getting the baby out safe and sound and surviving the pregnancy myself. A boy would be cute though, and a lot of fun for Cay. But so would a little girl, and I could really see Cay spoiling her.

“Maybe I’ll find out,” I said. I looked at my watch. “I have to go to my appointment now. You can go home mom, I’ll be fine here,” I got up from the chair.

“Go ahead. I’ll clean up. Are you sure honey?”

“I’m sure. I’ll call you if I need anything. I’m not gonna be here until later tonight anyways,” I pointed out.

“Okay then. I’ll head out soon, I’ll have my cell, I can be here in 5 minutes,” she smiled.

“Okay. Bye mom, I love you,” I grabbed my things and prepared to leave before she could make me late.

When I got to Dr. Williams office, the secretary was on the phone and typing away on her computer she looked so flustered. I wondered why it was so busy. I had to sit and wait until she got off the phone.

"So sorry to keep you waiting dear. All appointments for today are cancelled. Mrs. Williams went into labour this morning," she said.

"Oh! Wow, how exciting," i said, imagining the day i would be in that position.

"Yeah, she was getting ancy, she was a week over due already. How far along are you?"She looked at my bump with a smile.

"4 months. I still got a while to go," i ran my hand over my small bump.

"It will go quickly from here, dont worry," she said. That sounded comforting and frightening.

"Im sure it will," i said simply.

"She left a message for you by the way," she said, turning to her computer. I wasn't surprised, Dr. Williams was a family friend by this point and she would feel bad about cancelling one of our appointments. "She says she emailed you the hospital shes at with visiting hours and that you're welcome to come see the baby."

"I hadn't checked my email," i said, pulling out my phone. I checked my mail and sure enough there was an email from her. "Thank you for letting me know. Ill give her a call. Thank you," i said.

"No problem hun. Did you want to see someone else?" she asked. "Dr. Hillinger is in today."

"No thats fine. Thanks though. Have a good day," I said, grabbing my phone off the counter. I left the office and went back to my car. I debated whether or not to go back home but decided i might as well go to the salon. I didn't really wanna be home alone anyways.

Cole

Ty was staying with me for the last few days and we had been having a good time, i loved having him around. Honestly, i got really lonely being here on my own. I didnt have him, i didn't have Randi or any of my other friends. I didn't wanna tell him that though. That day we were going to go watch a basketball game, id gotten the tickets a while ago because i knew it was a game he wanted to see.

"Yo, lets go man," i yelled at him from the door of my apartment. He was fixing his hair in the mirror in the bathroom. For a dude who was supposed to be all tough and shit he cared a lot about his appearance, especially his waves. He finally came out and i opened the door to leave.

We had to wait to get into the arena because the line was crazy.

"I told you we should have left earlier," i said.

"Chill, we'll get in soon," he said squeezing my hand which was in his.

"Man whatever," i mumbled, looking around at all the people. That's when i saw the people beside us, an older couple. They were looking at us like we had horns growing from our head or something. I scoffed and Trey turned to look at what i was staring at. This wasn't my first run in with openly homophobic people, hell i'd had things thrown at me by strangers before. But i doubted Trey had experienced this before and i wasn't sure what he would do or feel. I would have understood if he dropped my hand or back away, but he pulled me closer to him and said,

"Can we help you?" to the man and lady. They looked shocked and both of them went as red as tomatoes before turning away. I smirked and looked at Trey. It was a confidence booster seeing him stick up for us like that, that he didn't deny me when it would have been easier.

"What?" he asked when i continued to look a him.

"Nothing," i said, but the truth was in that moment i realised i was dead ass in love with Trey, like i could really see myself spending the rest of my life with the nigga, and that terrified me. I let go of his hand and put my hands in my pockets. He looked a bit confused but didn't say anything.

The game was good and all and we had a fun watching but the day just went left after that incident. I knew it was me, i was acting off and he noticed. We barely talked on the way back to my apartment. When we got there he just packed his things because he was leaving that night.

"Well, i guess imma head out then, i gotta get home," he said, closing the duffle bag that was on the bed.

"I'll walk you to your car," i said, getting up from the bed.

At his car we paused and awkwardly kissed, then he got inside and that was that. I knew i shouldn't have left it like that but i was feeling overwhelmed, id never felt like this before, honestly never thought i would. The scariest part was i didn't know if Ty loved me back. I decided to go for a run instead of staying in my place so i could clear my head.

I had just gotten back in to town when my phone rang. I picked it up because it was likely work.

"Yo," i said.

"ey, its me," Cayden said.

"Was good my nigga? How that deal going?" I pulled up at the light and put my phone on speaker.

"Niggas aint have my money yet, im giving them one more day, after that i'm bout to bounce," he was moving stuff around in the back.

"Why you even give them another day?" I chuckled. "You getting soft my nigga,"

"Man, it aint even like that. I know dude."

"Aight, bet. What you need?" I asked, wondering why he was calling me.

"Go see Randi for me," he said. I should have guessed.

"Aight, but you know theres already niggas there watching your place right?"

"It aint that, i need someone to check if she need anything. That reminds me, pull up with food. Ice cream, saltine crackers, that's what she be craving," he said. Damn, i thought, this pregnancy thing sounded like a trip. Cayden was happy as hell though, and i was happy for him. I was pretty excited to be an uncle too.

"Man she be having you be her servant and shit huh?"

"You have no idea," he mumbled.

"Lucky i like your wife, i'll go."

"Good looking out," he said. "And yo, don't be having no smart mouth, she be all emotional and stuff cause of the baby."

"Ill be good," i promised with a smirk.

"Cool. I gotta go, catch you later."

"Bet," i said, then hung up. Well there went my plans to go home and crash.

It was around 9pm when i got all the stuff and pulled up to the house. I rang the doorbell and waited for a minute. She opened the door after a minute.

"Ty?" she said, surprised.

"Hey nugget," i smiled, walking in past her. She closed the door and followed as i walked to the kitchen. "Are you home alone? What happened to your friends?"

"I sent them home," she said with a shrug. "I was getting annoyed of having people fussing over me."

"Thats fair," i said, putting the bag from the store down. "Well your nigga sent me, made me get you shit too."

She opened the bag and pulled out the ice cream, crackers and some other stuff id gotten. She smiled which then quickly faded.

"What?" i said.

"Nothing," she said, all teary eyed and lip quivering. Well fuck. I stood there confused and not sure what to do. Maybe eating will help, i thought. So i went to the drawer and got a spoon. I handed it to her hesitantly. She opened the ice cream and started to eat it. She continued to cry while eating it. Wow Cayden had been right, but i aint even say nothing.

"I saw Cole today," I blurted. That was one thing i knew made her happy. That was her nigga. "He asked about you."

"How is he?" She asked around some ice cream.

"He's good," i nodded, "we went to a basketball game."

"Thats cute."

"It was until he started acting weird," i mumbled. She wiped her tears and sat down on the stool.

"What happened?" she asked. I barely even knew.

"Well i told some people off in line that were looking at us, then he got all quiet. But i don't know why he'd be mad that i stuck up for us," i shrugged.

"Did you ask him?" she said, passing me a spoon. I dug my spoon in and started eating too.

"Nah. I was lowkey mad that he was being pissy after i drove all the way there to see the nigga. He be confusing me. Dating girls was easier," i sucked my teeth. Randi laughed. I grinned, it was way better to see her laughing than crying.

"If its hard that means its the real thing. Just let him know you love him and move on," she suggested. My brows came together.

"We don't really be doing all that," i said simply.

"You clearly love him Ty. Why can't you say that?" She asked. I shrugged.

"Men," she rolled her eyes.

We ate more food for a while until it got really late.

"You should go to bed, doesn't the baby need sleep or something?" i asked seriously. She died laughing.

"I am tired though, ill probably go up," she looked at her phone for the time. "You can stay if you want."

"Thanks but i gotta head home, i gotta go do something later tonight," i said, getting up and stretching. She walked me over towards the door. "Hit me up if you need anything."

"I will," she said, leaning up to kiss me on the cheek. "Be careful tonight," she said, giving me a mom look. I nodded and stepped out. I got int my car and finally went to my house.

Randi

The next morning i woke up early to go to the florist. I wanted a nice bouquet because i was going to see Dr. Williams for a little bit in the hospital. My mom was coming along because they were friends, i was glad to have the company.

"Those are really nice," i said to a bouquet she was holding.

"I think so to. Lets get a toy or something for the baby," she suggested. I walked over the where there were cards and stuffed animals. There was a really cute giraffe staring at me, and i picked it up. It had these huge eyes and was so soft.

"You used to have a giraffe, one of your first toys, that thing was so dirty but you loved it," My mom said from behind me. I smiled. I could imagine me as a baby playing with this little guy.

"I like this one," i said.

"Ok, we can do the flowers and that," she said. I shook my head.

"Its not for her," I said. "Im getting it for myself."

"Ok," she said confused, but picked up another toy. "ill go pay."

I smiled and went to go pay for the giraffe. This was the first thing id ever buy for my baby, i hoped he or she would like it.

"Thank you for coming by Randi," Dr. Williams smiled big. She was holding a little pink bundle in her arms.

"Of course. Im so happy for you. She's beautiful," i said.

"You'll be holding your own soon. Want to practice?" She asked, moving the bundle towards me. I was nervous for some reason. Not like i hadn't held babies before, but id never held one while i was several months pregnant myself. I hesitated but she practically shoved the baby into my arms. I held the baby in my arms and looked down at her, heart racing. To my surprise she was alert, eyes fixed on me. God, those eyes. Id never seen such pure love, and innocence, trusting anyone and everyone. For a second i saw a little version of my own eyes looking up at me and my breath caught in my chest. But i blinked and it was gone.

When i got back home i went up to my room to lay down. Cayden face timed me shortly after and he asked me what id done all day. I told him id gone shopping and saw Dr. Williams.

"I got something today, for the baby," i said, blushing. He smirked.

"Lets see it," he said. I lifted up the giraffe to the screen.

"His name is George," i said. He chuckled and i giggled.

"I love it," he said. I paused for a moment.

"She let me hold her baby today," i said, looking down at the toy. "She was beautiful Cayden."

"I bet she was," he said.

"Yeah, but for a second...i didnt see her...I saw our baby," i whispered. I was surprised he even heard me. He cheesed and i laughed a little. I probably sounded insane.

"What did he or she look like?" he asked.

"It was a boy," i said, pausing to think back to the moment "really small, but fat cheeks, curly hair like yours," i smiled, getting a little emotional. It was joy though, not sadness. "your mouth, but the eyes, where like looking at myself."

"Damn, he sound like a good looking nigga," Cay said. I nodded.

"He was," i murmured, running a hand over my belly. "I cant wait to meet him."

"I know, me too," he said.

We talked a little bit more then said i love you and goodbye. I wished he was here to hug me right now, but he wasn't, so i got into bed with the little giraffe and put it on his side of the bed.

"There," i smirked. I turned the light off and went to sleep.

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w0lfbr0thers · 7 years

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colleagues? - skam fic week; day 5

note: theres smut in this fic - did u really expect me to not write smut somewhere during skam fic week???? and i mean c’mon,,,,, work colleagues??? hello they’re in sUITS ok enjoy <33

day 5: work colleagues au

[read on ao3]

Isak and Even had been partners for about three years—Isak being 23 and Even being 25—and they aren't exactly partners, in a way. Even is technically Isak's boss and Isak is his assistant, and their "relationship" wasn't so sturdy in the beginning as it was now. Constant bickering when Isak first started, mainly because Even was showing him the ropes on how everything wasn't going to be easy with job but also Even just wanted to watch his cute little assistant get flustered over organizing files. It was, in fact, Even's favorite game to play with his assistants—which most likely lead most of them to quit within the first month—but Isak was the trooper, which took Even back a few times.

At least Isak could get his coffee order right in the mornings before he showed up to the office.

When he did show up to the office, his hair was usually a mess—just not from the ways you would think, giving that Isak and Even sort of got together two years into knowing each other after months of mutual pinning—and kind of slept together, lived together... had sex almost every morning, Even excusing it as a way to brush off nerves.

So, here they were. In Oslo, around 14:23 in the afternoon, on a Friday which meant one thing—end of the week conference. They didn't last long (in reality they lasted over two hours) due to it just being casual discussion on sales and whatnot, but this was a bit of a challenge. The whole past week was a challenge with sales—and both Isak and Even had conflicting ideas on how to bring them up.

"As I was trying to say, I think we should boost the marketing and ads in the media. Show them and offer them more than what we originally use. Such as, the shoes we have on market but rarely if ever are purchases. I think it may pick up sale rates—"

"Here's the issue I have with that, Mr. Valtersen," Even said, and he knew that Isak hated being called 'Mr. Valtersen' deep in his bones, but it made it better in conferences due to the stolen, suggestive glances all the while standing in front of oblivious office workers. "If we bribe more with our merchandise that gets less attention, it could bring less attention to us as a whole business. People don't buy the brand of shoe for a reason. Here's what I propose; we keep up with media ads, but at an extent. Keep it an a minimal. Use the media as a tool, not as a base. We cannot bounce off of it forever."

"Very interesting, Mr. Bech Næsheim, but all there is nowadays to bounce off of is the media."

"Might I remind you, Mr. Valtersen, that where are many other ways. You're just an assistant, so I know you don't get into much of the action around here but—let's keep you out of this one, it's wild, hm?"

The glare Even earned sent a smirk trailing across his lips.

"No need to push me out of the business, Mr. Bech Næsheim, having I dealt with you and this company for three years already—"

"Gentlemen, please," the marketing manager steps in, standing from his seat near the end of the table. "Might we keep the arguing out of the office?" Isak and Even both give a curt nod, their eyes catching each others in the sides. "We will... keep both of your suggestions in mind as we discuss this over the weekend. Ladies, gentlemen? Shall we?"

There's a bit of hustle as the meeting comes to a close, both Isak and Even hanging behind and shaking hands as everyone files out of the conference room, leaving them with their own tension—both in their minds and the air around them.

"Very interesting ideas you had today, Mr. Valtersen," Even says as soon as the conference room door is shut.

"Shut the fuck up, will you? And stop calling me Mr. Valtersen, you know I hate it. I know I had good ideas, no need to tell me twice. Yours were... questionable," Isak fires back, but his voice is far from sounding offensive. Even, being the over dramatic guy he is, pretends to take it to heart.

"Isak! How could you say such a thing about my ideas? I'm your boss, remember?" Even says, clutching at the fabric of his suit near his heart which makes Isak roll his eyes before he's pushing himself against Even and Even against the conference table.

"Mm, how could I forget that you're my boss?" Isak asks, his voice low and husky as Even chuckles at him, holding him by the waist.

"Very easily. I've seen you eyeing that Julian Dahl guy."

Isak swats at Even's chest. "I have not! No way!"

Even grins. "I know, baby. I know. I'm just joking," Isak pushes himself further against Even, seemingly to try and create friction on his crotch and Even can feel he's already semi-hard. "Baby, you know what I told you about the office. Strictly business."

"But I have business to be taken care of, Evy—"

"Isak. No. I'm sorry, baby, I just have things to organize and calls to make. You know how busy I am."

Isak pouts, pulling himself off Even as he grabs his notebook from the table. "Okay, boss man. I'll see you whenever you get home tonight, hm?"

Even gives him a wink. "Absolutely."

—

"Alright, Even, I'm heading home!" Jonas, who just so happens to be the last person lingering around the office, calls out, giving a wave to both Isak and Even. "See you, Isak! Don't stay in the office all night, this time."

This pulls a laugh from Isak as Even shoos him off with a wave. "Goodnight, Jonas! Thanks for the help today!"

"No problem!"

Isak and Even stay completely still in Even's office, clutching paperwork, as they wait for the familiar sound of the elevator—arrived, stepped in, gone. They both let out a sigh of relief, small smiles playing on both of their lips as they finish filing and signing paperwork, organizing it into the folders and slipping them into the file cabinets.

"So much for going home, hm?" Isak says, and Even notices a small but quiet yawn escape the younger boy beside him.

"You know how much of a second home this place is to us, right? I mean, I can't keep count of how many times we fucked on that conference table—"

"Four."

"Hm?"

"We fucked on the conference table four times, Even," Isak explains with a sly smile and a tinted blush appearing on his cheeks.

Even bites his lower lip as he glances down at Isak, who just so happens to be staring directly up at him just right to catch his green eyes with Even's blue. "Let's make it five."

Isak giggles as Even takes him by the wrist, pulling them both eagerly out of Even's tiny office and he opens the conference room door, revealing the large room—windows surrounding it, overlooking the night sky and the city—and it's just the perfect setting. As soon as they step through the door, Isak is closing it tightly behind him as he presses himself onto it, Even equaling out the weight as they press their bodies together, hot breath and teeth clashing as they kiss in the dimmed room, the only source of light coming from the city lights below. Isak can feel Even working at his suit, unbuttoning each button one by one, slipping the jacket past Isak's shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, revealing the slightly see-through white dress shirt underneath and Even can see Isak's rock hard nipples through the fabric.

Even takes it slow, making his way past Isak's lips to his jawline and collarbones before making a wet trail down Isak's shirt, causing him to groan at the heat through the shirt as Even moves down to his nipples, teasingly biting at them, taking in every one of Isak's soft moans. By the time Even has his shirt soaking wet with saliva, it's see through, revealing Isak's chest and when Even looks up into Isak's eyes, his pupils are blown and his lips are swollen and bitten. Even gives him a quick kiss as he slips his hands down Isak's back to cup his ass, causing the younger boy to gasp aloud and all it takes is a slight pinch for Isak to pick himself up, wrapping his arms around Even's neck as their lips connect again, Isak's legs wrapped tightly around the older boys hips. Carefully, Even is setting him on the conference table and Isak's mood has shifted dramatically.

"You're going to take me like this, on the conference table? How unprofessional, Even," Isak teases, which brings up a throaty growl from Even as he reaches below the table to a desk, pulling out a condom and lube—of course, as it being his own desk, he already has the essentials which Isak can't help but moan at—just the sight of the condom alone makes him squirm.

"I'll take you anyway you want me to, baby," Even says, and Isak gives a nod, not signalling for any position change and Even knows he can work with this, and well. "Let me just prep you first, okay baby?" In an instant, Even is working furiously at the buckle on Isak's trousers, tossing it to the side and he has the pants pooling at Isak's ankles before he rips them off completely after slipping off his shoes.

Even completely takes Isak in like this—his hair a mess, cheeks red and eyes enlarged as he waits for Even's next move. His breathing is ragged and Even could completely come untouched right now, but he holds himself back for now. Even grabs Isak by the lower leg, pulling him closer to the edge of the table as his fingers hook in the waistband of Isak's boxers, pulling them down swiftly and instantly Isak's throbbing dick is pouncing upwards, bouncing against his stomach and Isak hisses, the relief causing him to buck up his hips.

"Such an eager baby, hm?" Even asks, and Isak whimpers as Even begins to slowly spread his legs, revealing the most perfect sight of Isak's hole, tight and red and just so ready for him. Even takes it all in as he pops open the lube, applying some to his index and middle finger before rubbing them together to create warmth in the lubricant. Carefully, he traces around Isak's rim which causes the younger boy to let out a yelp as he arches his back off the table, his legs already quaking from the sensation and soon Even is pumping his index finger into Isak relentlessly, watching the boy squirm and moan at his touch.

Isak groans, eagerly pulling at Even's hair. "Even—f-fuck, holy shit—Even, please. More, more."

Even doesn't say anything as he curls his fingers one more time in Isak, causing him to throw his head back against the table which is accompanied by a hiss of pain but they both ignore it as Even slips off his own dress jacket, tossing it the side with the rest of the clothing and within minutes he's completely undressed, boxers at his ankles as he lathers himself with the lube and he rips open the condom with his teeth, unfolding it onto his length as he stands between Isak's legs and he can feel Isak's gaze burning into him.

"W-who would have thought that after three years of working here—" Isak is cut off by Even setting himself at his entrance, but he tumbles out the words to finish his sentence, "—that my boss would be making love to me on the conference room table?"

Even grins at his boyfriend, leaning down to press a chaste kiss onto his lips before pinning Isak's hips down with his hands. "No one."

And with that, Even is thrusting into Isak, bottoming out as Isak arches his whole body, hands gripping at Even's shoulders, fingernails digging into the soft skin as he pulls out, waiting a few seconds before thrusting back in again, earning a mewl from the younger boy who is already shaking from the thrilling feeling of Even being inside him.

"F-fuck, baby. More. Move, Even, please—" Isak is cut off when Even pounds back into him, and Isak almost screams for everyone of Oslo to hear as Even begins to pound into him, picking up a quick rhythm as he goes on, the sounds of Isak moaning and the sight of him and his body below Even pushing him further and longer. The conference table is jolting with the force, and Even is leaning himself on the conference table in a matter of minutes, his hands pinning Isak's on the side of his head as he continues pounding into him relentlessly, and he can feel the familiar warmth beginning to crawl over his abdomen and stomach as he reaches closer to his high and he can tell Isak is just as close as he is.

"Even. Even. Fuck. I'm so—fuck—I'm fucking close," Isak stutters, his hips thrusting upward to meet with every single one of Even's thrust as Even lets out sex-induced gasps and his breathing is raspy.

"Come for me, baby. Look at me when you come, okay? Let go, pretty boy," Even encourages, reaching down a hand between them to help Isak along and he's full on whining and whimpering, his body shaking as he climbs higher and as soon as his eyes catch with Even's, the streetlights dancing within his emerald green eyes, Isak is coming between them both, covering them in the sticky white substance and as Even helps Isak ride out his orgasm, the younger boy shaking beneath him, Even is coming hard and fast into the condom as Isak's legs quake around his waist, digging him deeper into his body.

Even allows himself a few more slow thrusts, moaning from the over stimulation and as he pulls out, Isak whimpers below him, a smile wide on his face.

"I'm so fucking glad you're my boss," Isak says, catching his breath after a few moments and it takes all of Even's strength to not collapse on the conference room floor as his legs shake beneath him as he stands.

"Let's call a cab, hm? We should go home," Even says, his grin growing wider as he takes in the beautiful sight of Isak who's still lying on the table, white shirt covered in white cum. "Someone needs a shower."

"I think that applies to the two of us," Isak laughs, and Even smiles at him as he gathers the clothes from the floor. They dress quickly, sure to clean up any extra mess they might have made and with their hands interlocked, they walk out of the room, Even locking it behind him as they head to the elevator.

"Do you think anyone will suspect?" Isak asks, biting his lower lip but Even gives a shake of his head.

"No, probably not."

They head home to their apartment quietly, small talk between the two of them as they climb lazily up the stairs to their flat and just a few minutes within stepping through the door, they're collapsing on their bed, fast asleep.

—

"So much for being colleagues, huh?" Isak says as they walk to the office, breakfast in hand.

"Colleagues?" Even asks, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, Isak. Is this what you think of this relationship? I'm hurt!" Even laughs as Isak nudges his shoulder into his.

"You know, I guarantee they know what we did."

"Yeah, probably."

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ramblingshit · 5 years

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The Woman in Black - 1989 - 3/10

looks like the 1980s but with somewhat older-style outfits; exposition mutherfuckerrrrrr;

very slow, fluffy script; oh got the cut is just forward and back as they speak, now we’re close flipping forward and back when its their turn to speak i’m dying. exposition, telling other characters what the audience has already heard; each of these scenes are far too long with so much fluff, Jesus Christ the cuts just throw us into a completely different place with no transition its so abrupt and the jump cuts are infinitely worse fuck half of these are like .5 seconds long, they’re so basic its crazy. some j cuts all of the sudden and some decent direction all of the sudden on this indoors scene wtf lol. then back to awful cuts, apparently just outside and between scenes.

i can’t even focus on the story because there’s so much nonsense filming, writing and acting and jfc.

the 2012 version is only 5 minutes less but this one reaaaaally feels like its length while the 2012 one does not.

the house is just a grey house in a simple marsh, unassuming, boring to look at, the birds chirp, there’s a half-sunken cemetery nearby, the woman in blacks just standing there in broad daylight with a lil hat on her head, her skin like yellow tinted with red around her eyes kinda lookin like the wicked witch of the west, just staring casually at him they giving her a mid-shot and a close-shot and all, got some crooked shaped eyebrows, i think she’s angry? I’d be angry too with that ugly ass velvet donut on my head; she slowly sorta makes her way a few steps toward him, he sprints off and locks the door then turns on all the electrical lights in the house and seems alright; the rooms are tiny and clean cause she only just died (woman in black’s sister) - it’s really not scary - all white and beige with floral designs, boring frames with dark protraits; reminds me of the rooms at the thornton’s house and other old bedrooms i stayed in as a kid; fuck he’s really turning every single light on. he’s drinking again. we’re half an hour in and he’s messing around with some sort of recorder whistling into it and shit - omfg i thought that was leading up to a scare but no. telling the clues of the mystery in these weird cylinder recordings instead of the 2012 letters? he’s drinking again. WHOA hey we got an establishing shot and its a red-bricked house three stories tall with a big ass entrance way and pointed roofs and lots of windows am i missing something wait what happened to the grey house. there’s no scary music, its all light, there’s no suspense its like well here we are, now we’re here, now the marsh is water, there’s fog and horses and he’s nervous and there’s horses and women and children screaming yikesss ol mate looks mildly nervous, they must have hired him for his scared running and dramatic turns, NOW THE HOUSE HAS GREEN VINES ALL OVER IT. i mean he seems passionate about his role he’s tryin his hardest thats for sure. half of its filmed like a stage show - where’d the dog go. continuity needs to like actually be a thing. why do these candles have hats they’re on beautiful candelabras and now there’s more alcohol. for epople who have a butler and a maid on stand-by their tablecloth looks like a crumpled sheet and the lampshades look like they were picked up from the tip and they’re fkn crooked for godssake. we’re 46 minutes in and theres been maybe 25 minutes of actual story. he ran because he was afraid and that sits wrong with him so he wants to go back - now he’s ‘brave but not brave enough’. stubborn muthafucker. his rational friend is like lol you’re a moron, take my dog as companion he’s called spider for some reason. jesus fuck the cuts they get me everytime they’re scarier than anything else i’ve seen. unsurprised i could see the shadow of the camera. oh okay the grey house is the generator room out back that makes more sense. locked doors, ring of many keys but no key will turn. completely wasted mirror angles that were making me actually kinda anxious waiting to see something in them like damn son wasted opportunity. thrilling to watch this guy go through wads of paper not really looking at anything just pushing them around the great lawyer he is conveniently only finding and looking at plot-relevant things. kid crying mummy mummy while the lady just screams horribly - OMG NOW HES telling the recording exactly what we just heard and saw fuck sakee i love this movie its so dumb spoon feeding everyone - naw spider in his beeeeddd 10/10 best actor. nothing scary has actually happened other than weird lady staring constipatedly at him. he out here gon break his shoulder - sprint sprint sprint PACE PACE PACE – THE DOOR IS OPENNNNN ooohhwuuuhohhh and now he has an axe. he’s a fuck load more of a scardey cat than my main man harry potter and its the nursery - A BALLLLLLLL fell from the SKYYYYY and he doesn’t seem too fazed lmao. spiders just chillin on a chair like yep you’re in trouble. creepy old dolls. a kid just said 'hello’ and laughed, like friendly. 'hello?’ and put a toy in his hand. this is actually interesting. whoops the lights have gone out - PROBS CAUSE HE TURNS THEM ALL ON. nothing even scary happened, the kid said hi and clearly wanted to play then he sprinted away and now is panicking trying to find a torch where is he going its not even that dark back at the generator. cause god forbid- - OMG HE:S LITERALLY GO TTHE WHOLE HOUSE LIT UP mate why do you think it all went out omg im crying he’s freaking out about spider running off oh nah nevermind he’s fine lololol he was freakingggg outttt and then just chills immediately and goes back inside. i love this guy he’s trying so hard. the 70s lampshades are swinging from the roof. would be more eerie if it were actually dark and nah gonna just move over that back to him telling the recording exactly what we just saw. every fucking light. every FUCKING LIGHT. he’s lucky he doesn’t have to pay for electricity. this is the third time we’ve heard this crash and the kid and the lady screaming and he’s going angry about it cause its very noisy and he’s lost his mate’s dog whoops. lol whoops his mate found his own dog half drowned in the marsh and is just chill with it. wait this has all happened in a day?? this fuckin guy. ol mates got him rugged up and getting him outta there cause he collapsed in fright from finding the nursery trashed. that’s it. like yeah its spooky but come on man. is this the climax of the movie??? we an 1hr12min in. think they’re only breifly and vaguely mentioning that to see her means a kid will die and has died - how the fuck are you supposed to make her fearsome if you declaw her and take away that which threatens people: the fact she’s out there causing kids to die. floral bed covers. are they seriously not even going to show the dead kid. they’re just chatting. and again wa– holy fuck these people shes like neeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrhhh with a hogwarts cloak on and short curly hair with that yellow face and crooked brows, and he’s got his arms over his face, eyes shut just lying on his bed screaming - fuckin close ass shots i can see up their noses. now he’s taken ill poor mate. also he’s in a different bed?? and now he’s awake and talking some whack shit. has anyone called his wife yet lol. an awesome shot of just him sleeping. and another one. who’s this lady? oh its his wife. what’s she doing here i guess they did call her ahahaha. everything is so bright and blue and white where is the deeeeeath how is any of this scary its just so much chilling out and chatting and lol bye hope you get better have fun talking men. what. the house burned down? what. ol mate seems suss. HE’S SUSS. ol mate definitely burned that shit to the ground. who knows why he didn’t really seem sold on the whole thing but ya know. now they’re wearing like any old clothes they can find. and there’s a soldier too. and they’re training off into the sunset. that woman is not old enough to be this guy’s mother. what. we have cake time. pointless pointless scenes. ooooooooooooooooooooooo he got the ptsd from the horse clackity clack. no woman with hair that perfect sleeps without it in rolls or covered, not back then lol. where’s the deatttttthhh. oooohweeerrroooooo. whats in the box in the box whats in the box todayyy. acting is always 10/10 with this guy, especially the angst and strong emotions. he really doesn’t care for actually investigating these many papers he’s got in these boxes. um. he was in his office. and then the next scene was him entering his office and hanging up his jacket in his office????? wot. THE PAPERS AREN’T IN THE FIREPLACE MATE THEY’RE OUTSIDE OF IT. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD HES MAD HES SETTING THE OFFICE ON FIRE HOLY FUCKKKKKKKKK MATE. dude you are so fired. fireman is like yeah i found this jerry can of parrafin you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you. omg omg he’s attacking his boss this is so exciting. i think he’s fired lol. can’t believe he’s not been arrested. what do you tell your wife lmao. how do you get references for another job in this career. her hair is so perfect. she wants to talk, he silences her with a kiss, conversation moves on, he silences her with another kiss - typical. now they’re boating. there’s 3 minutes left. are they gonna drown. omg the jumpcuts. SHES STANDING ON WATER. SHES JESUS. ahahhahahahahAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA DEATH BY TREEEEEEEEEE and i think they did drown omg ahahah my guy, wife kid and baby. that’s fuckin dark. last literally 1 minute of the movie just kill everyone off. what a shit fest i love it.

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literally all of the asks. i dare you do it

wait... for real? gee, i mean thanks i really appreciate it but i feel bad for everyones feed now1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say? probs something cheeky like "so, come here often?" or somethin like that2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?¯\_(ツ)_/¯3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?nope its their life4. Is your last name longer than six letters?nope5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?uhhh in between?6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?yeppppp like most of the time7. What does your last received text say?"oh shit dill! yooooo"8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?bruh its been a while idk maybe like a handful?9. Where was your last kiss at?someones dorm10. When is the last time you saw your sister?literally at work this morning lol11. What do you drink in the morning?juice or excellence12. Where did you sleep last night?alone on my futon13. Do you think relationships are hard?no but ya gotta put in the effort yafeel?14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?yeaahhh15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?no but id just rather not16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?sunny17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?yea18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?i like jeans but no pants is best pants19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?i fucking hope omg20. Does anyone like you?i think so amd i hope they do21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?nope22. Is the last person you kissed gay?nah 23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?maybe my old dormmate from scad but even that i can get over24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?yeah i want constellations on me25. In the past week have you cried?nah26. What breed was the last dog you saw? pitbull + something (idk what my dogs mixed with)27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?out like why tf would i dry off in the wet shower 28. Have you ever kissed a football player?no29. Do you think you’re old?this is based on perspective and you know that. 30. Do you like text messaging?yeah i think its a nice casual way of keeping in touch31. What type of day are you having?a pretty good one32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?maybe but idk man33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?warm weather is fun for summer but i want snow in wintert goddammit34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?yeah35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?relationships have much more meaning but honestly thats up to the gal i just really want affection at this point36. Are you a simple or complicated person?uhhh im kind of a wildcard so who fucking knows theres a lot going on37. What song are you listening to?the radio rn but recently it was learn to fly by foo fighters38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?yeah of course39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?i dont think i even know almost everything about me tbh40. What made you start liking the person you like now?WOW what a question uhh cute/gorgeous? funny? personality? has shown affection/interest in me? like what more do you want???41. When did you last receive a text message?9:34 group chat 3:55 text42. What is wrong with you right now?wow thats a loaded question so next43. How well do you know the last female you texted?we kinda just met so theres still a lot to learn but so far kinda well44. Does anyone disgust you?people who dont show consideration for others or the environment45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?hell yes46. Are you in a good mood right now?yeah id say so47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?my parents?48. What color shirt are you wearing?black v neck, baby49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?no i dont think so50. Anyone you’re giving up on?nah i dont think you should ever give up on anyone51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?no. not even a little bit52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?no53. Do you like rain?yeah its real relaxing 54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?no way i can make her cool drinks!55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?like 90% of them omg 56. Do you like to cuddle?uhhh who doesnt?57. Are you shy?in some situations but people always tell me im really social 58. Do you get along with girls?yeah idk why59. Have you dated the person you texted last?no? 60. What do you carry with you at all times?phone, wallet, keys 61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?yes whats more haunting than student loans 62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?yeah and i would really want to 63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?nope 64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?yesssss65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?yeah. like a lot of cute shit66. How old are the last three people you kissed?well now youre asking if ive kissed three whole people67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself? uhhh68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print? leopard print reminds me of early 2000's mall rat ladies so dear god no69. Do you have any stickers on your car? yeah from all the schools i attended70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? idk man does it really matter?71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone? i like apples ui and the simplicity but ive been using android for the past couple years. just got the s8 and its great. 72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut? last week?73. Do you like diet soda? eh. dont like dont hate74. What color are the walls in your room? 3 are tan one is black75. Are you 16 or older? yep76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? nope77. Do you have a job? yep catch me at that bed bath and beyond life 78. What are your initials? ztf79. Did you ever have braces? yeah it kinda sucked80. Are you from the south? no81. What does your last status on facebook say? "sinners." in reply to a mountain of cardboard boxes in my old dorm82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed? yeah83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad? probs my dad84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics? i did gymnastics when i was a wee lad85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters? dude idk im just pumped for cars 3 midnight release86. Do you smoke? nah87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops? ew88. Is your phone touch screen? wow 200889. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly? it kinda just does its own thing and i love it for that90. Have you ever snuck out of your house? yeah91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool? pool for swimming, lake for canoeing92. Have you ever made out in a car? woah yes and theres a big story behind that lol93. …Had sex in a car? not like full sex but hand stuff yea94. Are you single or in a relationship? as single as the last 20 years of my life (very)95. What were you doing last night at midnight? watching the office i think96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks? new years but i got a bunch that i wanna light97. Do you like the camera on your phone? yeah it great for snapshots and convenience but ill always prefer my dslr98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? ...like healthcare? no99. Have you ever passed out from drinking? nah 100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? i dont hate anyone so no101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? if i was pregnant i wouldnt be the only one who was scared102. Name your favorite Kesha song: why103. Do you have any tan lines right now? HA no im white as fuck but maybe in the summer ill burn up some color104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts? for realsies or for fun? cuz yes to eitherthanks again for asking me!! i appreciate it a whole lot!

#asks #feel free to ask more #like seriously i wouldnt mind at all #Anon

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A Little Mistake Messenger

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8 Ch. 9 Ch. 10 Ch. 11

Summary: MC has exciting news to tell Zen and the other RFA members. That is until the MC gets a shock from Zen. MC finds comfort in a close friend, Jumin Han.

Rating: M (language and adult themes)

Tags: Mystic Messenger, Jumin x MC, Zen x MC

Authors Note: I’ve been working on a 707 series while also working at this story as well. So that’s exciting! I hope my Jumin fanatics like myself reallllly enjoy this chapter. I’ve been listening to a Firefly music festival playlist for a lot of inspiration to get my butt in gear.

I’d love to hear from you guys about what you like or what I can improve upon. Keep liking and sharing to spread the love <3

Lazy weekends were the best weekends especially after Jumin got home from his business trip. Jumin was napping soundly on the couch Elizabeth the third purring on his chest with his hand on her body. I smiled to myself as I watched the two of them snoozing the afternoons away. I grabbed a blanket and gently laid it across his legs and on lower part of his chest. His top shirt buttons casually unbuttoned. Elizabeth moved in his arms at the startle of the blanket but settled back into her position once she realized I had helped her out.

I sat back down on the lounge chair and scrolled through my phone.

— MC has logged into the Chatroom—

Jaehee: I’m relaxing at the beach getting some sun.

707: I burn to a crisp in the sun

Oh MC is here!

MC: Jaehee how is vacation going?

Jaehee: You can keep my job forever if you would like.

Has Jumin ran you up a wall yet?

MC: hahaha hardly.

Everything is good on our end, however business end is a different story.

Jaehee: What happened was it his father again?

MC: not quite Mr. Han per say more like Jumin’s fiance.

707: wait hes engaged that damn bastard

MC: no don’t misunderstand this is not his choosing.

Jaehee: and what happened?

MC: they may or may not believe that Jumin and I are-

Jaehee: He did what?

MC: Its just a misunderstanding, until Jumin can collect enough information to refuse this marriage proposal.

707: Oh thank God!

I was worried that I would have to come save you from Jumins clutches.

Defender of Justice to save the innocent MC from the gate keeper Jumin.

MC: all good on this end here!

Seven don’t worry I’ll know who to call to save me next time.

707: All is well then.

Defender.

Of.

Justice.

Out.

-707 has logged out-

Jaehee: I have to go too I need another drink.

MC: Don’t have too much fun you have to come back soon!

Jaehee: No promises here.

–Jaehee has logged out—

It was inevitable that I would run into Zen news on my Facebook page. South Korean Musical Actor Trending in the United States of America. I quickly scrolled past the news page my friends shared on Facebook. Hyun Ryu and Amelia Corina officially an item? I turned my phone over trying to ignore the burning feeling in my heart.

I could not tear my eyes away at his calm and collected mannerism. Did he even lose any sleep over me? He looked as if he didn’t spend too much time letting a breakup hinder his acting and public appearance. Hyun was somebody now, and I was just holding him back. It took me a week and RFA taking turns keeping my mind occupied before I was finally composed enough to be alone.

Why was I craving to see him, was it because he was happy and doesn’t seem to be too worried about a cheating scandal? I still cared for Zen. I will always love him in some way or the other. I cant forget the man that he was before things started to go downhill. Still, I can admire him from afar. Maybe one day Jaehee and I can fangirl over him and we can bring the baby to watch Zen on the TV.

There were thousands of pictures mostly of Zen, and selfies on date nights. Late nights under the stars, his motorcycle, backstage at his musicals. Was he happy? Was he finally accomplishing his dreams? Did the woman in the new pictures know how he likes his DVD collection at home? How he snores lightly when he’s exhausted from a long night of drinking?

I looked at my camera roll on my phone hesitant to look at the beginning. If I wanted a clean slate I needed to delete photos off of my phone. It was going to be now or never. I selected every photo, video, selfie, and saved screen shots I had saved since I met him. I quickly hit the delete button before my heavy fingers would change their mind. Clearing out all the memories, and moments that I treasured the most with Zen. I took a deep breath as I emptied my trash bin on my phone.

I felt as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I could start looking forward to cute baby pictures. I finally opened my text messages and deleted any and every message with Zen involved in it. It would be better to rid myself of the temptation to look back and feel sorry about myself. I smiled to myself that I was finally released from a large amount of temptation to look at those photos that brought me so much happiness.

I was startled by Elizabeth crawling in my lap. I looked over at Jumin who was lazily stretching out on the couch with a loud groan. I pet her soft white fur as she sat down between my legs encouraging me to pet her.

“Have you decided to sit with the ladies?” I said to Elizabeth who was enjoying extra attention from another person.

She cozied herself up on my knee and sprawling out. “She just wants more attention” Jumin said groggily and I laughed at her cute little face and tail.

“Jumin, Elizabeth the Third needs a womanly figure in her life to keep her straight. Sometimes it’s good to take a short reprieve from her favorite and only man in her life.”

He laughed and sat up on the couch, blanket wrapped around his shoulders and hair disheveled in all directions. I smiled to myself at his rare and slightly appearance. Jumin would hate to look like a mess in front of anyone.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked looking at me seated on the edge of the couch arms resting on his legs.

“Nothing!” I told him scratching behind Elizabeth’s ears averting his stare and blush on my cheeks. I took out my phone and took a quick picture of Elly. I knew who to send this picture to, Seven. Seven immediately responded with heart emojis: “Elly my love! She is so adorable! Jumin however looks like he just woke up with the bad case of bed head.”

“Wait was I in that picture that you just took?” He asked sitting upright on the couch. “Maybe. A lady never divulges her secrets Jumin.” I teased and he smirked. “Can I see it?” He asked softly. I got up and sat next to him on the couch and showed him the picture.

“God is that what my hair looks like?” He ran a hand through it in an attempt to fix it only making it stick further out. I laughed uncontrollably at his hair and his expression when he asked me if it looked any better. He got up and went to his room. “Can you help me since my efforts have been to no avail.”

“Yes Jumin.” I sat on the top of the couch and had him between my legs. “Let me know if I pull your hair.”

I carefully brushed his hair back towards my body. “Have you ever worn it any other way or has it always looked like this?”

“Its been the same for as long as I can remember.”

“Jumin have you ever been in relationships with other women before?”

“What?”

“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that, I just never have seen you show interest in many women our age. Nothing is wrong with that I was just wondering.”

“Women are out for my fathers money and influence not so much myself. The way to my fathers heart seems to be through winning me over. None of them actually cared for me or was around long enough for one anyways. Most women only see me as money and future CEO.”

“I understand your difficulty then finding someone you can actually trust and talk too aside from V and Rika.”

“Yes it was only them for a while but now that V is absent and Rika passed I only have Elizabeth.”

“You have me too Jumin.”

“I know and I’m thankful for some sanity in the madness.” He sighed deeply. “How does it look?”

“It doesn’t look half bad pulled back.” I said and he got up to look at himself.

“If I didn’t look old before this makes me look much older now.”

“I think you look mature, well you already looked mature. More mature.” I said shuffling down to the couch.

“You think I would scare Jaehee if I wore it like this?” He asked smiling as he ruffled his hair out with a shake of his head and hair returned to its normal position on his head.

“I think she would think something was wrong.” He smiled shaking his head.

“What were you doing earlier on your phone? You looked upset?” He asked concerned tone in his voice.

“Hmm oh I was just deleting photos.”

“Of him?”

“Yes of him.” Silence deafened between the two of us before he spoke again.

“You still love him?”

“I don’t love him now but I think I always will hold a place for him. There is a baby that will probably remind me of Zen every day soon.”

“Is love a strange and powerful emotion?” He asked sitting back down on the couch his arms reclined back on the couch behind him. I looked at his face searching himself for some grasp on his tone and curiosity.

“Love?” How do I describe love?

“Well love is different for everyone,” I tried to explain. “Theres the love you have for your family or your father. The love you have for your friends V, Seven, Yoosung, and Jaehee. Finally there is romantic love that you feel towards another person.”

“I love Elizabeth the Third, is that more a familial love?”

“Yes exactly shes a part of your family.”

“Familial love is similar to when Yoosung and Seven talk about chocolate milk and cat jokes?” I nodded my head smiling. Jumin trying to make mental connections to the emotions he was feeling and putting a name to the emotion and it was written on a furrowed line on his forehead. The wrinkle he gets when he is deep in concentration and deep thought. He was silent again before he spoke up once more.

“What about romantic love?” His asked softly in my direction.

I took my time trying to find the right words in which to describe romantic love to him that would make the most sense. Your heart starts racing uncontrollably out of your chest around them. Your face gets red when they say anything remotely similar to flirting.” He nodded his head. “Do you find it hard to eat when you think about them?” he asked genuinely. “I think so depending on the situation.”

He met my eyes in an instant, “I think I know what it is.” His hand rested on top of my hand his eyes locked with mine. His fingers grasping onto the sides of my hand and making small circular motions with his pointer finger. I took a deep intake of air before speaking “Romantic or passionate love for another person I think is when you put the other person before yourself, and you worry not just for your needs but for theirs and in a more intimate way. Physically and mentally.”

His dark eyes stared into my own and I was memorized at the deep color of them as our eyes locked onto one another. “I think I know what it is,” he said moving closer to me on the couch. My face felt warm under his intense stare. Jumin closed the space that was between his lips within inches of my own. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his warm lips to meet mine. His hand sliding to the back of my head.

There was a loud knock on the door. I immediately sat back and lowered my eyes to avert his own. He cleared his throat and buttoned his shirt to check the door.

“Jumi! I came to-“ a loud and shrilling high pitched voice pierced through the air and could only belong to the voice of a red-haired, overly perfumed woman in a purple dress.

“This is not a good time Sarah.” Jumin said and she barged into his home. Sarah threw open the door that Jumin was guarding. He palmed his head in frustration. .

“Oh shes here.” I shifted in my seat making sure my little baby bump was hidden from her watchful eye. Shit. The ultrasound was on his fridge. This could implicate Jumin already more than he already was.

“shes my lover of course she would be here.” Jumin said coming to sit by me leaning on the sofa arm casually.

“I brought something for Liz!”

“Elizabeth the third?” Jumin corrected

“yes the cat,” Sarah snared back at him.

I slowly got up to make my way over to the fridge. “Shall I let you two discuss?”

“No I want you to stay.” Jumin said grabbing my hand from my side. I turned to look at him and his expression pleading for help. His slim fingers intertwined into my own.

“So how did you two officially meet?”Sarah asked trying to latch herself onto Jumin. Her breasts spilling out of her top as she attempted to press herself to his arm. Jumin immediately shook her off in disgust and need for personal space. I gave him some space as he tried to push her off of him.

“Well-“ I started when Jumin chimed in.

“She is the coordinator for RFA parties for a while, and-“

“I have no interest in Jumin’s businesses, he’s a genuinely kind man with a huge heart.” I added as i looked at Sarah who looked like she bit into something sour and bitter.

“Romantic love will never last.”

Her comment struck a nerve deep within me.

“I know that, more than anyone.” She started going through my papers i had laying on the dining room table. I stepped in front of her putting the papers back to their location.

“You have a limited amount of time with the people you love than you spend that time doing just that.”

“I have a right to see what those documents are since I am his fiance.”

“No you don’t. and No you are not. You can leave the gift for Elizabeth on the table and then escort yourself out.” I was fuming with annoyance. Jumin was smirking behind me at how little patience I had for this woman.

“Jumin are you going to let her speak to me in such ways? I know you are faking this relationship with your secretary. Wont you let me comfort you?”

“I find no issue with her tone.Is that so? We are faking it?” He said questionably at her comment. His arms folded against his chest in annoyance.

“MC.” Jumin said grabbing my arm and pulling myself towards him closely. He felt like he was on fire from the heat he was exuding.

“I want to be honest with my feelings for you. I had intentions on letting our relationship grow however I ant deny that there is a strong attraction to you. I cannot hold myself back any longer.”

“Jumin-“

I felt his hand on my chin and he pressed his lips firmly against mine. My mind went blank at his tender kiss. I wanted more. I needed more. But I also needed to breathe before I was consumed in his heat. I looked into Jumins eyes that were tenderly looking into my own. I don’t know how long we stood there just looking at each other.

“You would kiss her in front of your own fiance!” Sarah screamed and loudly screaming at us both. Sarah must have let herself out on her own because I was too busy letting Jumin consume me with his tender kisses. Jumins hand placed behind my head. My hands holding tightly onto his shirt. I let my guard down and allowed myself to initiate the kiss again and pressed myself into his warm and soft lips. His tongue tracing around my lip as if asking for permission from my lips to enter.

He was the first to pull away his head resting on mine. “I have been wanting to kiss you for a long time now.” He smiled kissing my head as if I were a child.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“All of it.” He just held me tightly against his chest.

“I have never felt this much before I met you.” He whispered into my ear and I smiled knowing that he was becoming more open with himself and allowing himself to feel. He pressed his lips against mine as if he was trying to consume the air in my lungs. My lips brushing against his over and over again.

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