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clueless - maki zenin x reader

request: “I was thinking Maki Zenin x Fem reader where y/n is really intimidated by Maki and has avoided her since they first met each other. Despite that, they both have feelings for each other and after a while Maki gets annoyed with y/n and confronts her to figure out why she keeps avoiding Maki. And then the reader accidentally confesses and says something like “how could I not feel intimidated by someone so hot!?”” - @wh0legrain

summary: it’s difficult for you to read maki’s intent when she tries to become more approachable to you, which throws of your plan of trying to avoid her at all costs. alternatively titled: maki zenin is terrible at flirting (genre: fluff, attempt at humor, idiots to lovers)

warnings: like one or two swear words, mentions of bruises/scrapes from training

word count: 2.6k

a/n: i honestly had so much fun with the dynamic between maki and reader here! i love the idea that maki would have no idea how to flirt lmao

“don’t look now, but she’s looking at you again.” panda, your current sparring partner, peered at her over your shoulder as you got into a fighting position. of course, out of curiosity you immediately turned around, and unluckily for your own ego, you made direct eye contact with maki. she seemed to have no intent of backing down from your impromptu staring contest, intense black eyes remaining on you, and had you not been so focused on trying to figure out what had caused this sudden interest in you, you’d have noticed the amused glint in her eyes.

did she really have no shame in being caught staring at you?

before giving yourself any more time to process her expression, you whipped your head back around to face panda. at least you were able to take note of the amusement on his face.

“i don’t get why she keeps glaring at me.” you huffed annoyedly, still feeling her gaze burn into the back of your head. shouldn’t she be busy sparring with inumaki? “if it’s about that one time i borrowed her uniform skirt because mine was in the wash, she should be more mad about inumaki and gojo taking it every time she’s on a mission to try it on.”

panda had a shocked expression on his face, as if to ask why the hell you knew about the boys prancing around in the girl’s skirts whenever the opportunity arose, but it was quickly wiped off to be replaced by a knowing sort of smile.

“no, i doubt that’s why.” his voice rang with the sing-songy sound of knowing something you didn’t, but you simply chose to raise an annoyed eyebrow at his annoying little game rather than question him.

even as you ran at him, fists raised defensively, you swore you could still feel a pair of sleek eyes trailing your movements. you slid to dodge panda’s swing at you, leaving a layer of dirt on the hem of your shorts. despite succeeding in avoiding sparring with maki, which admittedly sounded absolutely brutal, you felt extremely ungrateful for panda’s strength as he lifted you up by the wrist. somehow he managed to end up with you flipped onto your back, despite your best efforts to sweep his legs out from under him. if losing to a literal panda in a fight wasn’t embarrassing enough, it didn’t help that this was the moment maki had decided to suddenly start paying attention to you, a fact you became acutely aware of as she hovered over you, her figure shadowed by the sun behind you.

“you okay?” she cocked an eyebrow, extending a hand to pull you to your feet, making you suddenly conscious of how her legs were positioned on either side of you, so you laid beneath her. when you were unable to sputter out a response, she sighed softly, leaning down so she knelt with her knees resting on the dirt on either side of your thighs. a hand waves in front of your face, and makis brows furrow slightly. “did you hit your head or something because of that idiot?” she cocked a thumb at your sparring partner.

something about her sudden proximity seemed to shock you out of your distracted daze, making you push yourself up so you held yourself by palms flat on the ground. taking note of how close your face was to hers, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smirk, her lips parting slightly to show her teeth. you weren’t even sure if she was aware of the fact that she was smiling right now, or the effect she was having on your already embarrassed state as she leaned over you, her figure shadowing yours.

why was she so intent on making fun of you?

“i’m fine!” you managed to blurt out, pulling your knees close to you to escape the compromising position she’d put the both of you in.

her eyes remained playfully narrowed and her lips turned up, but as she opened her mouth to say something, you practically sprung up from the ground as if you weren’t bruised and tired from fighting, turning on your heel to go back to panda. you flashed an awkwardly apologetic smile, before shrouding yourself in panda’s shadow.

you found yourself grateful for the shadow panda cast on you, as it shielded your eyes from the sun, and the glare you knew was inevitably resting behind maki’s glasses.

the four of you remained sparring until the first glimpse of heavy gray clouds masqueraded the blistering sun. you helped panda up from where he’d laid on the ground, spotting out of the corner of your eye none other than gojo, who looked almost comical inspecting the state of the sky with his usual dopey smile while still adorning his iconic blindfold. had you not known any better, you’d say he looked like a complete idiot.

on the other hand, maki, who did know better, seemed to have no problem stating that he did, in fact, look like a complete idiot.

“so are you just gonna stand there all day, moron? or do you actually have something important to say for once.” maki crossed her arms over her chest, making her jacket taut over her muscles, catching your attention for the briefest of moments. you quickly averted your eyes back to gojo in hopes of not being caught staring as she had earlier, as if you were a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. though you couldn’t see gojos eyes, you could sense a sort of mischief from him as he smiled at you. was today just some weird holiday where people stared at you for no reason that no one had informed you about?

“you guys seem to have the sky on your side today.” gojo smiled widely as his gaze flickered between the four of you lined up in front of him. “since it seems to be about to rain, you guys can get off a little early today, just go clean up in the bathrooms if you need to.” he waved his hands at you all, in a motion that seemed to be shooing you away.

you begin to feel the beginnings of drizzling rain hitting the tip of your nose, and the top of your head, and take that as your cue to leave. letting out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in, you unzipped and shrugged off your hoodie, throwing it over your shoulder as you turned towards the heavy doors of the school building. you’d only gotten a couple steps closer than you’d been before you heard the familiar sound of your name, called from the less familiar source that was maki zenin.

“wait up!” she called, taking long strides to catch up to you. “if we’re cleaning up now, i’ll come with you and i can help you if you got scraped or anything.” her hand rubbed the back of her neck, and a soft smile cracked onto her lips, egging you on to respond.

you furrowed your brows slightly. she had never bothered to help you out like this before, so what made it different. “i think i’ll be fine.” you hoped your embarrassment at the idea of the situation didn’t show on your face.

“tch, it’s not like i’m planning to kill you in there or anything.” honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if she had been. “it’ll just be weird if we’re both patching ourselves up in silence when there’s clearly a more efficient way to do it.”

screw her for always being correct.

you nodded your head in agreement in a way that was comically defeated. she motioned for you to follow her, and so you trailed behind her like a lost puppy.

though you had no way to prove it, you could’ve sworn that gojo winked at you from underneath his blindfold as you passed him.

the two of you walked in silence that seemed comfortable for you, but maki seemed clearly impatient.

“i wanted to check on you and ask if you were alright.” she broke the silence, pulling off her rain stained glasses to wipe them on the edge of her shorts. “you seemed really frazzled earlier, so if you hit your head or something we can take you to shoko, i wouldn’t want you to get seriously hurt or something.”

you were somewhat surprised by her words, but feigned indifference as you smiled reassuringly. “i’m fine, was just kinda lost in my thoughts earlier. guess you kinda just caught me off guard.” you were telling the truth, so why did it feel as if you were lying straight through your teeth?

as she swung open the girls bathroom door, she gave you an incredulous look, as if she was trying to recall the events of the day that could have made you so tense. you hoisted yourself up to sit on the sink, leaning back with a sigh of relief from finally relaxing your muscles. maki grabbed the small first aid kit, positioning herself to stand between your legs,a position that was oddly reminiscent of when you’d been on the field earlier. she caught your wrist in your hand, causing you to jump slightly as her eyes scanned your forearm, riddled with some bruises from training, but nothing that really needed cleaning.

“what could i have possibly done to catch you off guard?” her words sounded concerned, but contrasted the teasing smile playing at her lips. under the fluorescent lights, you could make out the flush tinted on her cheeks from being outside all day, as if she’d been kissed by the sun herself.

suddenly you felt very shy, twiddling with your thumbs in your lap, and willing your eyes anywhere but where they’d meet maki’s. to her, your current flustered state was an amusing contrast to how you were when fighting curses, your usual confident and strong willed demeanor had been replaced with the attitude of a bashful school girl. still, you knew you’d have to be confrontational in this moment.

“please stop teasing me, maki.” you looked her dead in the eyes, wiping the amusement from her face, and swapping it with a mixture of shock and worry.

“i’m not making fun of you.” she shook her head, her already pink dusted cheeks turning more red. “what makes you think I am?”

you chucked humourlessly. “well if the glaring at me wasn’t enough, you seem to keep trying to embarrass me. if it’s because of that time i borrowed your skirt without telling you, i really am sorry, but stop trying to make fun of me.”

“when did you borrow my skirt? i always just assume it’s the boys being idiots. you can borrow my skirt anytime you want.” you wished you could be mad at her for her nonchalance. “besides, YOU’RE the one who’s always avoiding me, panda told me i should try to be more approachable, so i thought eye contact might help.” she shrugged exasperatedly, placing her hands flat on sink, resting on either side of your thighs.

“well, you don’t exactly have the most approachable face when you’re making ‘eye contact.’ you had me thinking you were plotting my downfall in your head or something.” she stifled a laugh at your overdramatization. “it was totally intimidating.”

“oh?” her smile was dopey, one that only you would be flustered by. “does that mean i make you nervous?” her voice was hushed as she tilted her head downwards toward you, looking satisfied with herself.

“well you’re gonna make anyone nervous if you’re sending them death glares one second and offering to clean their wounds the next.”

her only response was a laugh as she buried her face in her hands. it wasn’t a mean laugh, not one directed at you, more so just her laughing at what idiots the both of you were being.

“you really thought i hated you?” her words were spaced apart by involuntary giggles, her mouth was stretched into a wide grin, almost like one from gojo. “man, i thought i was so obvious!” she turned to hoist herself next to you on the sink, leaning her head on your shoulder as her whole body shook from laughter.

you said nothing in response, just processing if this moment was real. you’d hardly seen maki smile before today, let alone laugh.

“you mean to tell me you’ve spent all this time avoiding me because you thought i hated you?” admittedly, when she repeated it back to you after her outburst of laughter, it did sound rather ridiculous. but to be fair, she should’ve considered the possibility before her sorry attempt to be more approachable.

“it’s not my fault you scare the crap out of me, i mean, how could i not be intimidated by someone so hot!” your mouth moves faster than your brain, and she lifts her head from your shoulder, making you hyper aware of both your words and your sudden proximity to her face.

shit.

your eyes are wide as saucers as you stare at her, convinced that, like a dinosaur, if you don’t move, she won’t even notice you’re there. much to your dread, she smiles yet again (seriously, today alone make up a solid 90% of the times you’d ever seen her smile.)

“you’re such a dumbass, you know?” you can hear the laughter threatening to bubble up in her voice. you wish you could come up with a clever comeback, but you just stared back, moth gaping like a fish out of water. “the reason i was asking panda for advice was because i like you. in hindsight, i suppose he’s probably not the most reliable when it comes to relationship advice.”

“all you really got out of following his advice was making a fool out of me.” you looked down at your feet. “but i guess i kind of did that myself anyways.”

“don’t beat yourself up about it. it’s cute.” she leaned forward so she was in your peripheral, willing you to look at her. “plus if you weren’t such an idiot, i’d have to keep sending you ‘death glares’, as you like to call them, to get your attention.” she chuckled, and you lifted your hand to shove her playfully, before she caught your wrist effortlessly, tugging slightly so you could feel her breath fan on your face.

once again, your mouth moved before you had time to think. “maki...can i kiss you?” you’d taken note of how her eyes darted between your eyes and your lips.

it was her turn to be bashful now. she nodded slowly, her eyes half lidded, as she dared to close the small amount of distance between the both of you. without second thought, you press your lips to hers tenderly, letting your arms loop around her neck, hands meeting between her shoulder blades. her eyelashes tickle your face as they flutter closed, with her hands balancing her, palms flat on the sink counter. the pitter pattering sound of rain from outside echoed in you ears.

the kiss is messy and awkward, but in that moment, you felt on top of the world, smiling into it without a care in the world as your fingers played with the ends of her ponytail. you break away reluctantly for air, taking in the dopey smile on her face, and the way her hands reached to grab yours to hold in her own, rubbing small circles in the back of your hand with her calloused thumb. her breathing is soft and steady, clearly still readjusting after your kiss. wordlessly, she leans forward to rest her head on your shoulder, so you can feel her breath hit the crook of your neck, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“thank god you’re such an idiot.”

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soramei · 3 years

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Intentional - Part 6

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: cursing, eventual smut

Word Count: 3.5k

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A/N: hehe my mistake, i forgot to queue up this update and by the time i realized it was too late so i'm posting this a day late ^^

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The man froze in his tracks after entering the room and catching you laying on the couch with Bang Chan on top, practically devouring you. He looked scarred, to be frank, as he quickly snapped back to reality and bolted out the door in less than a second. As he made his grand escape, you forcefully pushed Bang Chan off of you. He swore under his breath before tripping out the door, trying to follow the man who had just caught you.

You sat up, head in your hands. This was exactly what you were scared of. What you worried so much about a few nights back. What Bang Chan reassured you of not happening.

You feel panic set in as you thought of the worst case scenario. Yup. You were going to get fired for sure. And the news will go to the public, resulting in Bang Chan also losing his job. You would then have to move back with your parents, and everybody will have the same look of shame and pity whenever they see you.

This wasn’t good. You stood up to make your own inconspicuous escape, but it seemed like Bang Chan beat you to the door.

“That was Jisung,” Bang Chan said. He entered, making sure to lean against the door just in case anybody else wanted to intrude.

The name and the face clicked in your mind. He was part of Stray Kids as well as Bang Chan’s coworker. You recognized him more commonly as Han, as his name has come up in a lot of the work you’ve been sent.

“What did he say?” you asked skeptically. Worry was setting in.

“Don’t worry, he said he wouldn’t tell anybody. I trust him.”

How were you supposed to believe that? You’ve never even spoken to this man in your life, and now you were supposed to put the future of your career in his hands?

“But I don’t, Chan. I’ve never even met this guy in real life before. How can I trust that he won’t tell one of your other group members?” You heard your voice get louder with every word.

“I had a talk with him just now, Y/n, you can trust him. Out of everybody in this company, he’s the least likely to tell just anybody — even one of our members.” He paused, “don’t you trust me, Y/n?”

You were speechless. Your trust in him was completely different from your trust in Jisung, and you were sure he knew that. Obviously you trusted Bang Chan, but you didn’t know the extent that his group members would go to for a secret. Especially one that could have an effect on their careers as well.

“You can’t just ask me that, and you know it,” you sneered. “You know what? It’s my fault. I was too careless. I’ll leave now.”

“Wait, Y/n-”

You didn’t even let him finish before stomping out the door, making sure to check your surroundings for anybody that could catch you before heading back up to your cubicle. You felt the heat of your cheeks the whole elevator ride.

You were on edge for the rest of the day. When Manager Chen asked to see you in her office, you were so startled that you quite literally jumped from your seat. You were sure somebody had informed her of what happened, but it turned out that she just wanted to rearrange the usual Friday meeting.

Because of the filming tomorrow, the project meeting had to be arranged for next week. Which you were fine with, of course, since you did not want to face all your managers in one place after what had just happened.

Throughout the rest of the day, you started to feel more and more guilty for how you reacted at lunch. As your mind cleared, you realized how rash you were with your decision making and how you only thought about yourself. You also thought about how rude it was to talk about Jisung like that, especially in front of Bang Chan — who cared a lot about the boy.

Logging off your email for the day, the thought of Bang Chan still lingered bitterly in your mind. You wished to apologize for your harsh behaviour, so you started to make your way over to his producing room.

However, you hadn’t even made it on the elevator before you were stopped.

“Hey, uhm — you might not recognize me, but I’m the guy from earlier. Han Jisung.”

He was standing politely behind you, hands folded together behind him.

“Hello, I still remember. You know, from earlier,” you awkwardly breathed out a laugh. You didn’t know what to say or why he was here.

“Hyung told me I could find you here and that I should apologize.” He took his hands out from behind him. “He also said that this might help.”

In his hand was a bottle of mango juice. Your heart warmed at the thought of Bang Chan still caring for you, despite you being such a jerk earlier.

“Anyways,” he continued, “I’m sorry for barging in like that and leaving so suddenly. I should’ve knocked or something before coming in, but Chan-hyung is somebody I’m very close to. I would never jeopardize him in any way.”

Hearing him apologize made you realize how little thinking you had done. Jisung regularly worked with Bang Chan, so of course he would just enter the room without knocking.

“Thanks for your apology, but I should be apologizing. I was the one being reckless. You did nothing wrong, Jisung. I trust that you wouldn’t tell anybody of this.”

“Thanks,” he said as the both of you entered the elevator.

The both of you stood in silence for a bit before he started again.

“So, Chan hyung huh.” He raised his eyebrows. “You know, he’s the best looking one out of all of us… after me of course.”

“Oh my god.” You blushed, head in your hands as he kept elbowing you.

“But, Y/n.” He got all serious again. His serious-playful demeanor was giving you whiplash. “You know what you’re doing is dangerous, right? Not only for him, but also for you. I love our fans, but there are some that have taken it too far before. I just want the two of you to be safe.”

“Thanks Jisung,” you started, “for that and for keeping this secret.”

“Of course, any ‘friend’ of Hyung's is a friend of mine.” He winked, causing you to heat up from embarrassment again.

The elevator reached Jisung’s floor, and he got out.

“Oh, also, I think you should call Chan hyung. He’s been pretty down this whole afternoon, and even my natural charisma couldn’t cheer him up.”

You thanked him for the last time before the elevator doors closed, promising him that you would contact Bang Chan.

And you did — as soon as you were alone in the elevator.

One ring. Two rings. A third.

“Hello?” He sounded out of breath.

“Chan?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

Crap, he sounded annoyed.

“Uhm, can we meet up somewhere? I-I wanted to talk to you.”

There was a slight pause.

“I’m at the gym right now. We could meet at the playground by the river in an hour.”

“Ok.” You hung up after that. It was a weird phone call. From his voice alone, you could obviously tell something was bugging him. You knew you were that something.

Grabbing a quick bite at a nearby convenience store, you started your journey to the playground. It wasn’t too far of a walk, but you decided to go earlier since it was already starting to get dark.

You hoped Bang Chan wasn’t in too much of a bad mood, especially after your conversation with Jisung. Honestly, you weren’t too excited to apologize. Not because you didn’t feel bad, but because of his cold and monotone voice through the phone. You didn’t want to admit it — especially because you had just met this man a few weeks ago — but you were scared of his possible rejection. It terrified you.

Breathing into your hands for warmth, you finally saw the playground up ahead. It was near the river, but covered by trees. You now understood why Bang Chan picked this place.

It was empty, as you assumed no child would want to play tag on a cold and dark evening. You sat on a swing, mindlessly swinging up and down whilst staring at the upcoming moon. The sound of crickets chirping combined with the cool autumn breeze almost brought you to serenity, but the thought of confronting Bang Chan grounded you back to earth.

You turned your head at the sound of panting. Bang Chan had jogged here. The ends of his hair were damp with sweat, stuck to his forehead. You wanted to call him crazy, as the only thing he wore was a sleeveless tank top and a pair of shorts on a cold autumn night.

He made his way to the swings.

“Hey,” he said, hopping on to the swing beside you. He was still out of breath from jogging.

“Hey,” you paused for a few seconds to think of what to say. “I wanted to apologize for earlier. I wasn’t thinking. I know you care about your job as well, and it was selfish of me to walk out on you. I’m also sorry for talking about Jisung like that. I met him this afternoon and he seemed like a good guy. And if there’s anything else I missed, I’m sorry for that too.”

You looked up at Bang Chan with puppy eyes, hoping that he would understand. He looked back at you.

“I accept your apology, Y/n. And look, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have been so reckless, especially at the office. I knew that anybody could have walked in, and I was careless. We were lucky this time, but next time we might not be.”

“Next time?” Your eyes brightened.

“Y/n,” he got up, “I’m scared. I’m scared that I feel this way about you after only a few weeks. I’m terrified of losing my job, my coworkers, and friends. But Y/n, I just want you. I’m laying all my cards out on the table. This is how I feel, what about you?”

That was a lot to take in. Your grip tightened on the swing.

“Chan, everything you just said, I feel the same way. Everything about this scares me, but I just want you. Only you.”

You got up and wrapped your arms around him. You felt the cold sweat of his arms against your skin, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to be near him.

He wrapped his arms around you in return, digging his nose into your neck. You felt his damp hair against your skin.

“Chan, you’re all sweaty,” you teased, pushing his head away.

“I don’t care.” His words came out muffled against your neck as he dug his nose further.

“I feel like a kid being in a playground.” You scanned the empty playground, reminiscing on your childhood.

“Would a kid do this?”

Bang Chan, with his fingers on your chin, turned his head to kiss you so deep you thought you were going faint. You returned the kiss, hands gripping hard on to the sides of his tank. It seemed like the two of you were in your own little world.

“You should go. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day,” Bang Chan said after eventually breaking the kiss.

“Mhmm,” you mumbled, trying to stall for time. You knew that the both of you should get going.

Eventually, after quite a while, you left for home. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. A very cute and dimple-y weight.

That evening, you packed all your necessities for the overnight shoot tomorrow, and fell asleep with high hopes for the next day. You were excited to see all your — along with the production team’s — efforts come to fruition.

The next morning, you woke up early and energized. You double checked that everything was ready before heading out to the JYPE building.

Manager Chen had informed you of which van you would be riding in to the set. Although she wasn’t in the vehicle with you, you had the opportunity to chat amongst some other very interesting members in the production crew.

After a few hours of driving, your van — along with the others — arrived. You helped the production crew set up as much as you could, as you were told the boys already started filming their drive to the set. Whilst waiting for the boys to come, you socialized around with both the production crew and Manager Chen.

Soon, after chatting for a bit, you saw the long awaited van pull up to the set. The boys got out, one by one, each holding their own little video cameras.

Bang Chan got out last. He looked amazing, really. With his hair and makeup done and his outfit styled, he was almost like a different person. You’ve never seen him without black on, but this was a surprisingly refreshing look.

It was chaos. With every boy at their peak energy, there was never a boring moment on set. It was clear that everybody — even the quieter ones — had established nice dynamics within the group. You watched them in awe, with Manager Chen telling you the behind happenings every now and then.

You found it so hard to hold in your laughter as the boys attempted to make mooncakes. It reminded you of your childhood; when you used to do the same with your mother.

As Bang Chan read off the script which you helped with, you felt a certain sense of pride in your heart. You smiled at him as he expressed himself to the camera.

It was dinner time for the boys, so that meant dinner for you and the crew as well. You followed the production team to a noodle restaurant. It was a small and cute, grandma-grandpa owned place. The menu, however, was huge.

“Y/n, this is Manager Jung,” Manager Chen said. She directed your gaze to a guy who looked in his late twenties. You instantly recognized him as the manager that drove you home on your first day of work.

“We’ve met before,” he said.

“You have?” Manager Chen was surprised.

“We have, but it’s nice to meet you under better circumstances,” you blushed. You hoped that you didn’t leave too bad of a first impression with him.

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’ve only heard good things about you from Manager Chen,” he said. “Actually, we were just discussing the sleeping arrangements for tonight.”

“Yes, we’ve managed to book a place that has enough rooms for everybody to sleep alone. They’re not the best of rooms, but this was the best we could do with our budget,” Manager Chen said.

“Sounds good to me,” you nodded. You were fully expecting to share a room with five other women.

You had a happy evening, eating and chatting before getting back to work. You watched as the boys carried out every production order to a tee, all the while keeping up their high energy even late into the night.

You helped the production crew with setting up fireworks for their next segment. Even the act of setting up got you excited as you haven’t seen fireworks in so long. Especially in a new country.

The rest of the filming went smooth, with the end slate following the last firework of the evening. You watched as the boys all lined up in a straight line to thank the production and camera crew. Bang Chan’s eyes landed right on yours. You smiled. He smiled back.

The boys were then ushered by Manager Jung into their own hostel, and you followed the crew to your room. The room was lit by a small incandescent light bulb. It was a small room with nothing but a mat for the floor, a small blanket, and a pillow. Though, to be fair, you weren’t expecting much.

You laid out the mat and blanket, washed up, and was about to call it in when you received a text from Bang Chan.

Bang Chan: You looked cute today.

You blushed, not aware that Bang Chan had even seen you during the day. He looked so busy with filming the whole time that you hadn’t even made eye contact. You smiled and returned the text.

Y/n: You too ^^

And with that, you peacefully fell asleep.

You had a tranquil dream; with only clouds, and sunshine, and… Manager Jung?

“Y/n!” he called.

Your dream clone hopped over to him to say hello.

“Y/n!” He called again. He looked worried. “Y/n!”

You suddenly jolted awake.

“Y/n! Hurry, get out!” He was coughing, holding the hem of his shirt up to his face.

You looked at him. His silhouette was clouded by smoke. You looked up.

The light bulb hanging from was burning and emitting a smoke of some kind. You gasped in shock, instantly regretting it as you breathed in a large amount of the smoke.

Manager Jung was already running outside at this point, and you quickly ran after him. Along the way you tried to hold your breath, but with every inhale you took in, a cloud of smoke followed. You coughed and kept running.

It seemed as if you were the last person out, as everybody staying at the hostel had already evacuated. Manager Chen was standing outside, a look of worry on her face.

“Y/n, are you okay?” She ran over to you.

“Yes,” you coughed. You still felt the smoke in your throat. “What happened?”

“The light bulb in your room caught on fire,” Manager Jung intervened. “Manager Chen was still awake when she smelled the smoke, and she evacuated everybody inside. Everybody woke up except you, Y/n.”

“Is everybody else okay?” you asked. You could hear how hoarse your voice sounded.

“Everybody else is alright. For some reason, the fuse shortage was only isolated to your room,” Manager Chen replied.

It was unfortunate that, out of all the rooms, the broken light bulb was in yours. However, you were glad that everybody else was safe. You were also thankful that Manager Jung woke you up in time, leaving you with only a sore throat.

“Hyung!”

You whipped your head to the direction of the voice. Bang Chan was sprinting across the dirt path in your direction. His hair was disheveled and his t-shirt wrinkled. Behind him was Jisung, dashing over so fast that he somehow managed to match Bang Chan’s pace. Jisung threw his hand, catching the back of Bang Chan’s shirt, pulling him back. Jisung then said some incoherent words to Bang Chan, which seemed to have slowed him down. Bang Chan took a couple deep breaths before waiting for his other members and walking over to you and the crew.

“What happened? Is everybody okay?” Bang Chan asked, concerned. He glanced at you before facing Manager Jung again.

“Everybody is fine,” Manager Jung reassured him. “There was a problem with the light bulb in a crew member’s room, but everybody has evacuated now. You and the boys don’t need to worry. Just go back to your rooms as you have a long day tomorrow.”

“Whose room was it?” Bang Chan asked, ignoring everything Manager Jung had just told him.

Manager Jung hesitated before pointing at you. Upon realization, Bang Chan jerked forward, only to be stopped by Jisung again. He gave Bang Chan a look.

“I’m okay,” you coughed out. It was hard to not sound so hoarse when you had just been breathing in smoke for god knows how long.

Bang Chan gave a deadpan look to Manager Jung.

“We have extra rooms where we’re staying, maybe Y/n can stay with us?” he asked.

“That is unnecessary, I will let Y/n use my room and I will stay with you. I’m sure Y/n would be on board,” Manager Jung said. He looked over to you, and you nodded in agreement.

“I guess that would work,” Bang Chan hesitantly said, “but what if this happens again with another room?”

“I’m sure that won’t-”

“Manager Jung!” Manager Chen interrupted, waving her hands whilst running over. “A member of our production crew took a look at the fuse box connected to Y/n’s room, and it seems like somebody tampered with the wires on purpose.”

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character studies; haikyuu boys

requested by anon(s); character studies for haikyuu boys that had been requested for my 1k Event around a month back! sorry for making you bbys wait so long :(

characters; hoshiumi kōrai, kuroo tetsurō, kageyama tobio, daishō suguru, daichi sawamura, asahi azumane, miya atsumu, kita shinsuke, iwaizumi hajime

synopsis;

the character’s general personality

the character’s general motivation

the character’s motivation towards you

the character’s love language

the character’s preferred dates

what kissing the character feels like

what being with the character feels like

genre; fluff

warnings; just some curse words!

notes; if you’re interested in other characters, check out my masterlist! :) if you requested for a jujutsu kaisen character and i haven’t written for them yet, don’t worry, i will!

HOSHIUMI KŌRAI

hoshiumi’s general personality; there isn’t enough of this cutie honestly :( but honestly, the more i read of his personality and see of him in manga panels, the more i love him. i hope i can put this in words: hoshiumi is scarily skilled, in the sense that when you watch him, you’re not intimidated by him, but rather, in awe. you can visibly see all the effort he’d put into honing his skills whenever you watch him play. especially because he’s so quiet and concentrated during games, making him a completely different person on court. as a person, i see him as being extremely reliable and having a really strong, but quiet presence. so that when you’re around him, he doesn’t have to speak to let himself be known, you know? also! i remember him being really offended when an interviewer commented about how good of a player he is despite his height, and i honestly understand it. no matter what he does, he’s constantly being reduced to just his height, and how that influences everything, but there’s so much more to him than that. of course, his reasoning behind joining volleyball and becoming one of the best in japan is a little silly, but he is driven in general, and very determined. but i also don’t think he’s smug or overly confident or arrogant about his skills, even if he should because of the ladder he’d had to climb to get to where he is. he’s confident, of course, but he’s not annoyingly so. he won’t rub it in anyone’s face, because he has peace with it, in a way? like he himself is aware of it, so there’s no need to get that constant validation from others. like i said, him on court and him off court are two different people: so yes, he does love being showered in appreciation and attention, but for him, not for his volleyball self. he knows he’s good at volleyball, but appreciate him for more than that, for more than being so good despite being short; appreciate him for being caring, for being diligent and hard-working, for being a constant, reassuring and uplifting presence in everyone’s life. as i mention in the motivation section, i think hoshiumi is a very curious individual, in the sense that he’s always looking for adventure, always looking for something to catch his eye, snatch away his attention, to leave him in awe, to leave him breathless and exhilarated. i don’t think he’s an adrenaline junkie, after having said that, but i do think he’s in love with spontaneity.

motivation; i think hoshiumi’s motivation is very simple, and it’s to better himself. to not have his inspiration and drive rely solely on to be a better version of his brother, to be better than his brother in general, but rather improve so that he can hone his own skills, so he can wow everyone around him, to be given the title of best spiker without a single comment on his height, to the best, regardless. to be the best just because he is the best. towards you, it would probably be his curiosity. like i mentioned above, i see him as really curious, so he watches you from afar, observes you, wondering how much more there is to you, wanting to learn more about you. he wants to learn of your interests and hobbies, whether they align with his or not, whether he can give you all you want or not.

hoshiumi’s love language; physical touch and acts of service. despite what i initially thought, i don’t think he’d be too into pda. he won’t mind kissing you in front of others, of course, because there is a little part of him that’s incredibly smug about being your partner. but then again, he prefers things like holding onto your hand, or linking your pinkies together, or piggy back rides. he loves to constantly be helping you somehow, and also consecutively feed into his ego a lil, so he’ll constantly be carrying your things for you, helping you cook by cutting up vegetables, or handing you ingredients, or helping you renovate your room at three in the morning. he really likes the little things that build up to shape domesticity between the two of you, but loudly, you know? as in the love he has for you is well-known: he’ll proudly wear your scrunchie on his wrist, or let you do a little make up on him and walk around with it. he’d tattoo your name on his forehead if he could.

hoshiumi’s preferred dates; the beach, hiking, theme parks, staying in and playing physically active games like twister, fast food drive throughs

kissing hoshiumi; really playful, and a little giggly too. it’s not silly kissing, it’s serene, but it leaves you feeling all bubbly in the way he wraps his arms around your neck and pushes you to him like you’re the only one that matters in this world

what being with hoshiumi feels like; baking with someone and making a mess with the ingredients, but you can’t stop laughing

KUROO TETSURŌ

kuroo’s general personality; oh boy here we go. okay so we all know provocative, smug, cheeky kuroo, yeah? and i firmly believe that yes, that really a part of his personality. there is a part of him that really is like that. a person’s personality is never black and white, and that’s exactly the case with kuroo: there’s a lot to him. it’s not just that at first glance he seems intimidating and scarily attractive, he is. but i think there’s a reason for that, and in a way, it’s a coping mechanism. kuroo is, deep down, a huge dork, and a really big nerd. but like i said, there’s nothing wrong with being both that and a little bit of an asshole sometimes. it’s just that i think there’s a reason that other part of his personality developed, and it’s a way to protect himself, you know? i’m pretty sure it’s canon that kuroo’s parents didn’t entirely get along, and it’s really easy to feel alone in situations like that, so that really suave and attractive and charming part of him developed so that he can attract people to him, so that he can have this pulling effect on others. it makes you want to spend time with him, lose yourself to the hours with him. that doesn’t mean kuroo tries to hold back his nerdy side, or that he’s ashamed of his funnier, dorkier side. if anything, i think he’s pretty confident in both sides of him. because just as that ‘cool’ side of him is dazzling, the louder, cheekier side of him is pretty charming too. on a completely separate note, i think kuroo cares, oh he cares so much. his heart is too big, if i’m being honest. he wants his friends to succeed, wants to see them be their best, is always pushing them to be better. he means it, he really does. he won’t say it out loud, but if you need him, he’s staying up extra hours for you, getting you your favorite snacks, being extra touchy on a day he notices you’re upset. he’s very aware of everyone’s emotions around him, and that might be because of his parents too, in which he’s become really hyper aware of any telltale signs, you know? all that being said, pair him with bokuto and he’s a crackhead

motivation; i honestly think kuroo always puts people above himself. i can’t explain why, but i just know that he does. make sure my friends are okay, then i’ll check on myself. push my friends to do better, and then work on motivating myself. watch my friends succeed before i look at how far i’ve come. being so proud of his friends, before he realizes how proud he is of himself too. so, in turn, his motivation would be the people around him. he thrives on communication and socializing and having strong, close connections and relationships with people. that is his main motivation. in regards to you, it’s a little different. i mentioned in one of my headcanons for him that he’s really suave and cool around everyone except his crush, and i stand by that, honestly. the only way to rid himself of that nervousness and endless amount of butterflies in his stomach would be to confess to you, removing that weight off of him. also you’re like, really pretty lol

kuroo’s love language; very touchy, very, very touchy, so it’s definitely physical affection and physical touch, with possibly acts of service. acts of service in that he notices when you stay up late to help him practice, or his own willingness to stay with you as you power through an all-nighter, or just silently knowing right away what either of you need without having to speak. he loves, loves, loves pda. he will make out with you in public, he doesn’t care, nothing can stop him. likes to have his arm around you constantly, or does that stupid thing where he puts his hand in your back pocket, or approaching you from behind and and hugging you and kissing all over your neck even if you’re in the middle of a conversation with someone

kuroo’s preferred dates; literally anything they’re all fun with him. fancy dinners or diner visits, movie dates at the cinema or at home, arcade visits, walks at the park, the beach

kissing kuroo; oh it’s breathtaking. it’s always really passionate, and always has you gripping at his shirt at the way he forces your heart into your throat, or the way he has your stomach flipping at the small gasps he lets out when he kisses you open mouthed, which happens more often than not

what being with kuroo feels like; like hugging someone you haven’t seen in years, where your arms are thrown around them tightly and they hold you to them and your heart is about to burst from your chest

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

kageyama’s general personality; the most misunderstood character :( he is not just an angry boy >:( he is just really, really passionate, especially about volleyball, and he wants other people to try and share that passion with him. he’s just really bad at expressing his feelings, and communicating with other people. like all it is is that kageyama loves volleyball, and he takes it very seriously, and when other people don’t, he takes slight offense to that, because in his eyes it just seems after they’re discarding or mocking the sport. that annoyance translates wrong into anger, but the place it originates from really is just pure. have you seen how happy volleyball makes him? he’s not a bad person, not by a long shot. and his character development too! it wasn’t that he wasn’t willing to communicate, it was that people weren’t willing to try with him. they took him for what he seemed like, not what he truly is. when he joined karasuno, they allowed him space to properly express himself, and they introduced him to what became a family to him. he learned to trust, learned to communicate. he’s not a bad person!! he’s just!!! a kid!!! he learns, slowly but surely, and he changes, for the better. okay but, completely different thing to mention. kageyama’s good at volleyball. no, he’s good. and he knows he is. he’s not really smug about it, but it’s not like his confidence is misplaced. he’s just aware of his skills, but he’s also aware of his flaws, and as he grows as a person, he’s more willing to take a step back and look and observe himself, to better himself as a player. i also think kags is insanely determined. like that episode where he studied his ass off just so he could pass and barely made it to the tokyo training camp? how does that directly translate into determination? he really is willing to put his all and more to improve, to play, to the best.

motivation; like i mentioned above, it’s definitely to become improve himself. it’s not that he’s never satisfied with how he is or his skills, it’s more that he’s sure there’s still more space for him to better himself, that this isn’t all that he’s capable of and that he can do better, that he can be better. like i said, it’s not that he puts himself down about not being enough, on the contrary; he believes that he’s one of the best, but that’s not his limit, there’s more to him, there’s more for him to explore. towards you is a little bit trickier, honestly. he honestly wouldn’t even know he has a crush on you until one of his upperclassmen noticed his reactions towards you, and they confront him about him to which he responds ‘oh, so that’s what that is?’ like he really is so clueless. i don’t think he’d have a full on motivation with you, he just wants to be around you, because he finds that he kind of does enjoy the feeling he experiences when he’s around you. it’s really as simple as that

kageyama’s love language; acts of service, absolutely, and, privately, physical touch. it’s not that he won’t hold your hand if you slip it in his, or he won’t return your kiss if you do kiss him in public, but it’s more of you’re the one that usually initiates these things. but! that does not mean kageyama isn’t touchy. he really is, a hundred and ten percent, touch starved. look at him! please! he is craving your touch almost always, he just doesn’t like initiating it in public, and occasionally he’ll take the initiative at home. but please, hug him, hold him, cuddle him, grasp his hand for hours, kiss all over his face. he absolutely adores it. and he shows his love better, takes initiative of it more, when it comes to giving. one of my headcanons for him i mentioned that whenever he gets milk from the vending machine, he gets you your favorite snack too, just because in his head he’s like ‘oh, they’d like that.’ it’s things like that with kags.

kageyama’s preferred dates; don’t do anything involving competitiveness he will go crazy. but things like carnival dates, or diner visits, or ice skating, or stargazing

kissing kageyama; really soft and sweet. it’s very timid and careful and cautious, but he always kisses you fully on the lips, his eyes fluttering shit, his hand coming to rest at the base of your throat, slightly on your chest

what being with kageyama feels like; falling asleep on the beach, sunburnt, with sand and salt on your skin, your body warm but the breeze cool

DAISHŌ SUGURU

daishō’s general personality; i feel like all the haikyuu boys have so much more to them than what seems as a front. like our introduction to suguru was him being this snake-like, manipulative character. i mean nearly all his and his teammates tactics against nekoma were related to manipulation. but why is he inclined to that trait? i don’t know much about canon him, but i like to think that he was kind of in the shadow when he was younger, and the only way he could’ve gotten people to listen or pay attention to him was being this unlikeable and intimidating character. but canon-wise, i think just as his manipulativeness is his strength, it’s also his weakness, and i also think he’s really aware of that, and he knows this tactic has its faults. i also don’t think he’s insanely determined, because yeah he was upset after the match with nekoma, but it wasn’t earth-shattering. from what i’ve seen with his interactions with mika, though, i think he’s very loving, deep down, and very subtly. he doesn’t show it outwardly, but you can see the way he looks at her, the way he gets so proud whenever she remembers something about volleyball. i don’t think he’s a bad person, per se, because at the end of the day, this is also seventeen, eighteen year old suguru, and there’s so much space for him to grow out of this. i think it’s more that he’s the type of person to prefer the easy way out, so he relies on things like getting on the referee’s good side. it could also be that he’s aware of his downfalls so he wants to have anything to his and his team’s advantage, you know? it’s not to say he doesn’t put in effort, because i still think he does, or even that he’s lazy, but it’s more that he wants something and he has a way of getting it that’s faster for him, you know? like i said, i don’t think he’s a bad person, at all. everybody has their flaws, and i think all the haikyuu boys have their own, it’s just that suguru’s is more explicit.

motivation; so like i mentioned how he likes the easy way out, i think suguru’s motivation would be to have high achievements. he seems like an insatiable person, one that always wants more, and more, and more, so he’s always climbing up higher. but also, even though he’s insatiable, he kinda? gives up easily? or not that he gives up easily, it’s more that he’s okay with a loss, or that he accepts defeat relatively easy with a shrug, as in “there’ll be more opportunities, it’s not the end of the world.” towards you, suguru would probably want to have you as his s/o to prove to himself, or to prove to others, that’s capable or worthy of someone like you. it’s kind of sad in a way, because in his head you’re way out of his league, but he makes it seem as a front that you’re just barely worthy of him when he asks you out, simply as a defense mechanism.

daishō love language; subtle acts of affection, 100%. you could see how happy he was to explain to mika all about volleyball, and how happy he was to know that she had been listening and actually putting in an effort to understand the sport that he likes. it’s things like that that really, really matter to him. listening intently when the other speaks of something they’re passionate about, remembering tiny details, like their favorite drink, or their go-to order at a restaurant, or something they’d mentioned in passing that they really wanted, or the way they prefer to sleep at night. that’s the way he expresses his love, definitely.

daishō’s preferred dates; visiting movie theaters, staying in, late night strolls on the beach, clubs/parties

kissing daishō; really, really slow and lazy, kinda lewd as well, in that it’s shameless, and loud

what being with daishō feels like; the feeling when you predict a plot twist in a movie or show correctly

DAICHI SAWAMURA

daichi’s general personality; dad. what a dad. such a Dad. dadchi sawamura. i think it’s very obvious that he’s a very mature character, and he easily fits in the role of a leader. i think him being captain is perfect, because he leads the team perfectly, and he knows all his teammates really well, and is able to respond to each of them correctly, knows how to motivate them perfectly. in that way, he’s a very, very reliable person. he’s someone you can lean on constantly, whenever, wherever. someone you can turn to knowing that your best interests are in their mind when he reaches out to give you advice. he’s someone that will tell you what you need to hear, not what you want to hear. he’s also not the type of person that considers the role of a leader and captain as a burden, not someone that thinks it’s a really big responsibility which he wishes can be taken off his shoulders from time to time. no, he appreciates the role, and takes it with all of its heavy weight. he’s really independent and mature in that sense. it’s not to say that he’s very stable constantly, because everyone has their moments, and although he really is unbothered by the responsibility, i think he constantly overthinks his decisions. maybe not so often, but it happens, because every decision he’s ever taken has impacted all of his teammates consecutively, you know? he has to think big, consider the big picture. but yeah, daichi is a very reliable and mature person. will it get annoying and will it have you begging him to loosen up every once in a while? maybe, but is he also very childish at times? yes. make sure to get it on camera though

motivation; much like kuroo, the fact that they’re both captains aside, he does everything for other people. it’s different though because kuroo puts other people above himself, but daichi thinks for everyone including himself. the only one with braincells. he thinks broadly, and considers all consequences for both himself, and for others. his motivation would probably be to see himself and everyone succeed and be their best, to see their efforts put into work, to be able to be incredibly proud of everything they’ve achieved. he really is such a dad. towards you, however, it’s a lot sweeter, and it’d be something like his infatuation with you. he’d want to be the reason for your happiness, wants to be yours, wants you to be all his. kinda possessive but like, in a sweet way.

daichi’s love language; confessions and domestic acts. daichi is unafraid to let you know he loves you, regardless of who’s around, or where you two are. he’s super okay with wrapping his ams around you randomly and just pressing a kiss to your temple and going “i love you.” he doesn’t know why he does it so often, maybe every time he says it, it reassures him. domestic acts in how he’s so comfortable waking up next to you, or how when you sleep over at his house you still get up and make breakfast, or how even folding laundry together is fun. he finds huge comfort in being able to appreciate the most mundane things, like doing the dishes or cleaning around the house, can feel so serene and loving with you.

daichi’s preferred dates; fancy dinners, mini golf, theme parks, road trips, driving up mountains

kissing daichi; weirdly, it’s not soft as you’d expect, more rough and possessive. he always kisses you like someone is watching and he wants to show you off, to prove that you’re all his.

what being with daichi feels like; listening to a love song and feeling nostalgic, even if you’ve never been in love

ASAHI AZUMANE

asahi’s general personality; oh i love this big teddy bear <3 that’s literally what he is. i absolutely adore the fact that he’s really intimidating physically, but his personality is the farthest thing from it; in fact, it’s the complete opposite. i have something important to include though!! in the same way asahi’s very fragile, especially his esteem, and the same way he guilts himself entirely and places the blame on himself whenever something goes wrong, he’s also very easily, and very steadily uplifted (as in, a win is a win, it’s sure and certain and it’s grounding), very easy to accept wins for everyone, not just take all the credit. when he spikes a ball and they score a point, it’s not a win for him, it’s a win for the entire team. that easily translates to asahi being a very giving and thoughtful person. he has a heart too big for him, and yes he’s an over-thinker, but that just means he’s mindful of others, very cautious and careful. although i think if you approach him with an issue, like you’re straight up sobbing, at first he’d be a little wary and anxious and awkward, i also believe he’d be exceptionally good at comforting someone after a few moments. his presence alone is comforting, but he knows if you need to be held or not, knows if you need to be listened to simply, or if you want advice as well, knows if you need comfort in food, or comfort in distraction. asahi just knows. and he’s definitely the one that uses that physical intimidation to his advantage when it comes to like, walking girls home, so that no one bothers them, or being in the same area as someone he knows that’s constantly bullied because just his figure alone scares them off. and my goodness, he’d definitely just subtly slide up beside a girl that he’s noticed is being eyed by men. he’s just... really pure.

motivation; i think asahi’s motivation is a little more personal, and it’s probably to believe more in himself. it’s to put himself in situations where his skills are tested so that he can improve, to lessen of his fears, to lessen of his self-doubt, to grow more confident and sure of himself, you know? towards you, oh my god. asahi would never approach you. he really wants to, because he really likes you, has liked you for as long as he can remember, but he won’t approach you, unless one of his friends threatens to do it for him. that’d probably be it honestly: he just chooses to embarrass himself instead of having anyone else embarrass him. at least he has a little more control in that former option.

asahi’s love language; he’s most definitely touch starved, so physical affection!!! he always wants to be touching you, even if it’s simple hand holding. he definitely links your pinkies together too! and honestly, i think he would like public displays of affection, even if it gets him really flustered. of course, don’t straight up make out with him in the middle of a public setting, but give him a little peck on his lips, or cheek kisses, or random hugs where you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest and press a little kiss there too. also!!! forehead kisses!!!! he always, always gives those!!!

asahi’s preferred dates; stargazing, beach picnics, park visits, nights in, any place he can dance with you to slow, serene music honestly

kissing asahi; it always makes you feel all warm inside, and always flutters the butterflies in your stomach. it’s not slow, nor is it fast, it’s just steady, but it’s pouring love and passion

what being with asahi feels like; being the only one awake at home at a really late timing

MIYA ATSUMU

atsumu’s general personality; i’m sorry if i bore you guys because fair warning, this bout to be long as hell. unlike oikawa, who i think has this charming, intimidatingly skilled attitude as a front, i think atsumu’s personality is just expressed or comes off incorrectly. as in, for example, he’s really sensitive when it comes to carelessness in regards to volleyball, but it comes off as selfishness and rudeness, even though the origin of it all isn’t his want to be rude. it’s not that he doesn’t know how to express his feelings either, because i know that his feelings are loud, it’s just that he doesn’t know how to make it add up, in a way? i also think he’s self-centered, yes, but as a defense mechanism. this is gonna sound really sad but it’s more like, “i won’t give you a chance to make something awful to hate about me,” and something like, “i’m in control of why they hate me.” also, there’s no way that never affected him. maybe as a child, it didn’t really cross his thoughts, because he’s always had osamu anyways, and he couldn’t really make sense of it all, but as he grew older, the more it became clearer that he wasn’t entirely likable, and that really took a toll on him, worsening his attitude towards people. people aren’t rude for no reason, you know? there’s always a place it stemmed from. he takes refuge in that he’s good at volleyball. yeah he’s a piece of shit, but his setting? no one can top it. he has that, and he owns it, and no one can take it away from him. i think atsumu’s one of those people where, over the years, you can watch and see their light dim, in a way. like he’s not a depressed person or anything like that, he just becomes less and less... bright? angrier, irritable, less inclined to trust others and let them in, self conceited. it’s also probably a result of being left out or rejected by others. but the thing is, atsumu is all these things, but he’s also childlike, and so full of love. you can see the way he interacts on the court, his dynamic with his teammates, the way he reacts to kita’s ‘get well soon’ bag. he really is just a ball of sunshine, but it’s all cooped up inside. it’s been buried underneath a mountain of self destructive thoughts and negativity from others. i also consider him a very impulsive person, the type to never think twice before anything, but that can translate into spontaneity too! it’s both a positive and a negative thing. atsumu is also very, very trustworthy person. in short, atsumu is very cheery once around the right people, in the right setting, but he’s so quick to shift into intimidation if necessary.

motivation; of course, just like osamu, atsumu’s main drive is his brother, whose been there since he was born. there’s no one he can rely on as much as osamu, regardless of their unbelievable competitiveness and their constant arguments. however, i think there’s a little more to atsumu. going off on what i mentioned above, volleyball is his safe haven. it’s something he can fall back on and be sure and certain of the safety net available. it’s not what makes him atsumu, but it’s a big part of him, a big part of shaping his personality, which is why i think constantly improving is atsumu’s other motivation. he can’t ever let himself go, you know? towards you, well, it was probably something really stupid honestly. you might have to play hard to get with atsumu, even though either way he’s gonna like it, but the chase? he adores it.

atsumu’s love language; acts of service and physical affection. he’ll save your favorite go-to orders for every restaurant on his notes app, he’ll blow-dry your hair for you after a shower if you’re too lazy, he’ll learn hairstyles for you, he’ll hold your shirt down as you take off a sweater so it doesn’t ride up, he’ll make you try food he knows you’ll like, he stays up on facetime with you after recognizing the telltale signs of you being upset, he’ll go shopping with you, giving you a thumbs up, halfway, or down for each outfit, he’ll collect notes for you if you’re off from school, and so much more. that’s how atsumu expresses his love; that, and physical affection. always touching you somehow, someway, with his hand in yours, or on the back of your neck, or on the small of your back, or on your waist, slipping slightly beneath your shirt, or around your shoulder. and he’s always kissing you too, either on your cheek, or on your lips, or on your knuckles, or on your wrist, or your temple. and he’s always hugging you, and i mean always, you’ll have your head on his chest, or his chin tucked on your shoulder. atsumu doesn’t say i love you, he shows it.

atsumu’s preferred dates; campfires at the beach, stargazing on a rooftop, waterparks, carnival visits (tries to win you everything but can’t do shit), bowling, drive throughs

kissing atsumu; really playful but always leaves you hot and bothered. he kisses like he’s trying to prove a point, which you can’t decide on, but it always leaves you a little breathless, a little dizzy, and even more in love with him

what being with atsumu feels like; leaving a movie theatre and slightly dissociating from reality

KITA SHINSUKE

kita’s general personality; omg i love!!! him!!! kita, as shown in the anime and manga, is a very methodical person. he does things the way he always does them, routinely, and he finds comfort in that. and he doesn’t do things for the end result, he finds satisfaction in the productivity he feels, in seeing his efforts play out, in it all adding up and building up to the end product. it’s not what’s produced that matters to him, it’s more what he did and went through to be able to produce such a thing or result. which is why i think kita really is confident in his skills, and that’s obvious and seen when he’s on court. it’s because he knows all he’s done and all the effort he’s put in to be where he is now, and he knows they’re not going to fail him, he’s sure of it. his efforts are his safety net. that relates to kita being reliable, and being everyone else’s safety net. he’s very similar to daichi in that he’s the glue that sticks the team together, the final puzzle piece that completes a set. he’s also exceptionally good at being a captain, not because he leads very well, which yes, of course he does, but he knows his teammates. he knows what they need to hear, and is unafraid of telling them so, knows how to handle them properly, individually, and as a group. he’s also insanely observant in that not only is he good at reading people and situations, but also at being aware of the position he stands in. he knows he’s not what could be considered a ‘genius’ at volleyball, but not only is he aware of that, he accepts it, and accepts it with grace too. he understands that not everyone is special, but that also everyone is special in their own way, and are built based off of what efforts they put. which ties into the fact that kita is really mature, making him a reliable presence.

motivation; like i said, kita finds comfort in routine. he never truly has an end goal, just that whatever is achieved from what work he puts in he’ll believe is worth that. kita’s motivation is his everyday routines. it’s waking up, making his bed, making breakfast, cleaning around the house, or going to practice, putting in the work, staying after to clean. it’s the little moments that make up his entire day, that add it all up, that really matter, that really are his drive. for you, it would be a really simple “i want to be with them.” i don’t think kita would sugarcoat his feelings, or try to deny them with himself, even if yes, he will absolutely get flustered. his motivation towards you is literally just his desire and want to be with you.

kita’s love language; everything, but subtly. you can see that kita loves you with the way his attention is entirely on you when you speak. you can see he loves you with how he moves your hair out of your face for you. you can see he loves you in the way he says good morning to you, a soft smile on his face, a gentle kiss pressed to your forehead. you can see he loves you in the way he twirls you in his arms when you slow dance with him in the kitchen. you can see he loves you in the way his eyes light up at the simple mention of you, or the fact that everyone is aware of his love for you, in that it’s not kita, but kita and you. kita loves you wholly, and he will say it if you need to hear it, if he wants to say it, but it’s blatantly obvious, spottable from a mile away, clear and bright as day.

kita’s preferred dates; pottery making, art classes, drives around town, grocery shopping together, fancy dinners

kissing kita; everything kita does is methodical except kissing. kissing is where he lets loose, allows himself to be a little more carefree, a little more daring. he always kisses you like he’s afraid of losing you, like you’ll disappear in mere seconds

what being with kita feels like; being on vacation and waking up really early at a hotel

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

iwaizumi’s general personality; iwa iwa iwa!!!!!! i know we all like to paint iwa in this mature light, like he’s the dad of the team, but the reality of it is iwaizumi’s just as much immature at times, it’s only that he’s the most responsible and least immature out of all of them. and he is! responsible that is. he really is, and he’s reliant too, but that doesn’t mean we should reduce his personality to ‘brat tamer of oikawa’ because, come on, there’s more to him than just that. iwaizumi loves, and he loves too much, loves too hard, he cares too much, cares too hard. his way of showing it is through violence, sure, and maybe he’ll be super aggressive when he finds out you’re not taking care of yourself, but will he go to the ends of the earth to make you feel better? yes, he absolutely will, no doubt, no hesitation in it at all. it might be a little bit of a flaw too, but when iwaizumi loves, he literally hands you his entire heart in your hands with the full expectation that you’ll take care of it. he strikes me as the type of person that always expects the best of people. he’s not naive, but he does always see the best in people rather than just immediately seeing the worst. i also don’t think he’s violence-prone, either. like yes, he will beat up his friends no questions asked, but he wouldn’t start a physical fight, nor would he provoke anyone to initiate one. the only exception is to protect or to defend his friends or loved ones. i feel like that’s a red line you shouldn’t cross with iwa, because he will abandon any inhibitions when it comes to them. friends and loved ones first, then anything else. so yes, like i said earlier, iwaizumi is responsible, he’s reliable, he’s strong and sturdy (i mean,,, both physically and conceptually ig), and he’s someone that you do not want to ever lose once he enters your life. not because he’ll hurt you or anything like that, but because the loss of him in your life is significant and it’s impactful. that’s not to say iwaizumi’s not an absolute child at times, considering he literally, canonically has a godzilla phone case

motivation; honestly? i think iwaizumi does things,,, just to do them. like he gets satisfaction of course, from achieving certain things, like being one of the top aces, or from getting into a really good university, because of his good grades, from having a clear career path, from having the body that he does, from being where he is today in general, but he never had a direct motivation towards the actions that got these certain results. like sure he got into volleyball because it was a fun sport, his best friend was in it too, he got really good, he stayed, and sure he has really high grades, because he needs to, but why? he just does. he does things because he feels the need to achieve, you know? that’s his drive, essentially. the need to feel productive and satisfied with his achievements. towards you, however, it’s more serene. he wants to get to know you. that’s it. he’s genuinely just interested in you, in what you have to say, in your hobbies and interests, and your favorite movie, and your favorite song or artist, and your favorite color, what your aspirations are. iwaizumi just wants to know you.

iwaizumi’s love language; domesticity and acts of service. iwaizumi will fall in love with you if you feel like home, if you give him that deep sense of comfort settling in his chest. yes he wants the rush of it all, of being in love, the excitement of loving someone, but he also wants the calmness that accompanies it, the sureness that tags along. he likes certainty, stability, you know? and his actions will always speak louder than words. every date he greets you with flowers, meets you in front of the school gates if he hasn’t walked you and greets you with a gentle kiss on the lips and a “good morning.” will he explicitly say “i miss you”? no, but he will appear at your window at three in the morning with a backpack filled with your favorite snacks and an extra hoodie for you to borrow. he loves you, he loves you widely and large, but you have to really know iwaizumi to recognize the pattern

iwaizumi’s preferred dates; go-karting, late night drives, concerts, the beach (but at night, including swimming), picnics at sunrise

kissing iwaizumi; i can fully see him being a little shy, especially at the beginning! his kisses start off really gentle, as if he’s afraid to break you, but overtime, they develop into possessive, and a little rough, kisses. still absolutely breathtaking though

what being with iwaizumi feels like; being in an empty parking lot, with music seeping through your car’s speakers

end note; this took me like three separate days omg. i really, really hope i didn’t miss anyone haikyuu requests for this past event. it’s closed now my loves, but maybe it’ll make a comeback soon! hold onto your request till then :)

excuse any mistakes made in this if there are! and thank you for reading! i hope you all enjoyed <3

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tobiosmilktea · 3 years

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where orchids grow — kageyama tobio

2.1k words | genre/s: hanahaki!au, angst, hurt/comfort | warning/s: mentions of death, mentions of depression | pairing/s: kageyama x reader, platonic!tsukishima x reader

↪︎ in which an innocent little crush led to your downfall

a/n: i wrote this almost a year ago when i first started this blog. i thought the writing was really mediocre so it has been sitting in my drafts ever since,, BUT it’s finally getting to see the light of day cause i’m cleaning out my drafts :)✨ pls be easy on this one ewbd

it haunted you in your dreams, squeezing and grasping and clutching at your lungs until your final breath gave way–until they shriveled up into nothing as flower-torn chest had killed you. well... not yet at least.

no matter the amount of effort you had put into suppressing your feelings for the setter until it was nothing but a withered memoir, you couldn’t help but lay upon your bed, restless, as you recalled the flashing images of bloodied flowers that had been freshly thrown up from your lungs earlier this evening. you liked to think you’ve learned to control your emotions and feelings around kageyama well enough that the aching feeling of growing flora in your chest wouldn’t effect you that much, but of course the feeling was still evident. however, it was earlier this evening when the setter split half of his meat bun for you after a practice game and the sheer look of care and admiration in his eyes forced a rose to travel up your esophagus.

it was so horrifyingly beautiful, a disease growing flowers within its host, wrapping until it plants itself to the point of rupturing the owner’s heart and lungs due to unrequited love. you hated it—despised for that matter as the memories of your past self screeching in pain and heaving to breathe. your face turned alabaster.

your heart thudded against your rib cage as the feeling of suffocation of chrysanthemums, daises, roses, tulips, cherry blossoms, and dandelions echoed within you. your hand rested upon your chest. the feeling of such ghosted atop your rib cage where you could faintly feel the growing stems of flowers and weeds.

there was an evident aching within your heart that wasn’t from hanahaki, rather from the thought of how brutal it was caused an immense pain to compete with the actual disease. the first incident of you throwing up bloodied flowers was the moment you got home one day. you were walking home with kageyama after hinata went ahead as he had his bike with him, leaving you two to your own demise (he had a little hunch about your feelings for the raven-haired boy, but he never bothered to confirm it). it was then you two reached the entrance to your house in which you two bid a farewell. you were so enthralled with how beautiful he looked with his dark blue eyes that shined thousands of stars.

it was game over for you.

you stumbled through your front door to which your mother worriedly asked if you were okay. you could barely mutter out a response as the roses and daises and chrysanthemums fought their way out of your system, throwing up your one-sided feelings in hues of thick crimson and hollow chests.

from then on, you had routine check ups at the hospital. in fact, you had an entire team of doctors taking care of you due to how rare the condition is. you see, hanahaki disease only occurs to those so massively in love with another, whose feelings can compete against the strongest love of all, that a simple little crush wouldn’t cause all this commotion. unfortunately, friendly love wasn’t enough to ease her homemade raptures.

they also said it was long term illness, well... long term taking into account how well you can endure the pain. occasionally there are those who can endure the pain their entire lives, yet there are the majority who simply die from the excruciating pain within a few months. the only true way to cure yourself from hanahaki was to either get kageyama to match your feelings or to get surgery to remove the constantly growing flora.

the thing is with surgery is that the moment you get it, your feelings for that person completely disintegrate. you can you no longer feel the same love as it is permanently gone. you can never regain those feelings ever again.

that was the fact that scared you the most.

despite knowing you can no longer take the pain and that you needed this surgery, there was a twinge of hope within your aching psyche that perhaps there was a chance. a chance that kageyama tobio would look at you for once that wasn’t just a friendly gaze. a look in which he would come to realize that he was in love with you. and because of this, you endured the pain a little longer.

the only downside was that no one else besides your family knew about your condition. not even your friends. and yet, with most secrets that are difficult to keep, eventually it will get out. tsukishima found out sooner than you’d had hoped.

you and tsukishima shared the same class and one day kageyama had visited your classroom during lunch, giving you his favorite milk from the vending machine as payback for helping out the volleyball club and with tutoring. it then when you felt your cheeks burning cherry red and the infamously familiar sting within your lungs. he then gave tsukishima a melon bun that he owed and the moment kageyama walked away, the blonde middle blocker immediately noticed the pain written across your face.

you pushed the carton of milk in his hands when you dashed down the hallways towards the restroom. fortunately, you were able to make it in time, locking yourself down in one of the stalls and profusely throwing up sticky and bloody flowers with hot streaming tears pricking at your eyes and threatening to spill. you immediately wiped them up. you couldn’t let anyone see you like this.

you flushed the toilet and watched the water turn red to clear when it went down the drain. you sighed, leaving the stall and looking upon yourself at the mirror. you looked absolutely terrible. from the dark circles under your eyes from nights filled with insomnia due to the aching pain, to your eyes still red from sobbing in the stall, and now to your hollow cheeks.

and because of the constant radiating pain, it became increasingly difficult for you to eat proper meals, leading for you to loose an unhealthy amount of weight. yachi was the first one to notice the sudden weight loss and the constant state of indifference. she knew there was something wrong, but she was too afraid to ask you. eventually, she asked if you were depressed one day and somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

afte leaving the restrooms, you were surprised to see taukishima waiting outside the doors and you were immediately trapped. the harsh glare staring down at you and his more than worried voice eventually led you to finally confessing what was wrong with you. and for the first time in your life, you’ve never seen the middle blocker so worried and caring. that his usually harsh demeanor and signature teasing remarks were softened because the thought of losing you scared him deeply. besides yamaguchi and yachi, you were the closest friend he had and he would hate to lose one his friends.

he would often ask you, “are you considering the surgery?” to which you wouldn’t know the answer to and that you were still waiting for the rare chance kageyama could’ve like you back.

it surprised you the sudden look of disappointment that etched across his bespectacled face.

during practice or during games where you suddenly get coughing attacks whenever you were around kageyama and talking to him, it was tsukishima who would immediately pull you away from the others and take care of you. he was the one to help you clean you after yourself and wipe your tears. eventually, the rest of the school believed you two were a couple.

however, there was the day were the pain was too insufferable. you had hanahaki for six months at this point where the disease would get into the most dangerous stages that one day you called tsukishima up one and finally made the decision.

“i’m tired of waiting, kei.” you muttered harshly as your voice was getting more and more hoarse each day. it was getting worse. you two sat nonchalantly on some random playground swings. the sun was setting and the blond was carefully gazing at your eyes that was soaked in honey. “i’m getting the surgery this weekend and I want you to come and take care of me.”

“of course.”

it felt like everything was going to be okay when he said that.

you woke up to hush chattering, as if a a big group was in the room trying to speak softly, yet failing to do so.

“guys she’s awake!” a voice exclaimed. It sounded like hinata.

suddenly a whole herd of volleyball players came surrounding your bed, their expressions had looks of smiley relief melted upon their faces as they didn’t hesitate to bombard you with questions. the poor nurses could barely get past the towering high school kids as the thought of you being okay was more than enough to fuel their adrenaline.

“i’m glad you’re okay now, (y/n).” sugawara beamed at you.

“yeah!” cut in tanaka loudly, “i can’t bare to lose my favorite first year all because of a stupid crush!”

your eyes suddenly widen. the rush of fear and worry filled you as you looked at tsukoshima who was standing at the end of your hospital bed.

“i had to tell them, they were threatening me.” he scoffs lightly.

“we don’t know who your crush was though, so you’re okay!” added nishinoya who patted your shoulder gently.

daichi then cleared his throat, capturing the team’s attention. “we should probably go and let to the nurses take care of her. we have practice too.”

the room was suddenly filled with loud ‘yes, captains!’ as they all piled out of the room, leaving only kageyama to stray behind slightly. tsukishima looked at the you two briefly before closing the door. this was something that you and tobio had to discuss.

there was a feeling of soreness atop your chest, possibly from the stitch that ran down your center of your torso that was in the process of healing. tbe tall setter approached your bedside, scratching the back of his neck. usually whenever you looked at kageyama an itchy feeling would arise in your throat and your chest would feel tight, and yet the moment you laid eyes on him, you felt nothing.

“tsukishima told me what happened,” he starts. the initial fear of confrontation diminished into nothing but acceptance. you couldn’t hide your previous feeling forever. “you should’ve told me.”

you sighed, “i was going to... but then i started getting the symptoms and i knew that there was no point in telling you when you didn’t feel the same way.”

“but if you told me, maybe there was a chance i would’ve helped you get better.” the setter tried to state, only making you want to roll your eyes and scoff.

shaking your head, you pulled your hand out of his. “that’s not how it works, kageyama. your fake feelings would only make it worse and i don’t want to be with someone who’s dating me out of pity.”

“but i don’t pity you, i—”

“it doesn’t matter, now.” you shook your head and cut him off, “you don’t have to worry because the surgery removed my feelings for you permanently. you don’t have to feel guilty about it anymore.”

kageyama gulps, nodding as straighten his posture. “but i almost killed you.”

“i’m here now, aren’t i? i’m okay.”

the setter still couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten and his gut wrench. “are we still friends despite all this?”

you nod. “of course, that’s not even a question.”

before their conversation could continue, one of the nurses knocked upon the door and opened it slightly. “sorry to interrupt, but all visitors must leave now. the visiting time is up.”

“oh, alright.” the volleyball player swiftly bows and waves goodbye to you before leaving the hospital room.

he cleared his throat the moment he stepped into the hallway, all uncomfortable and itchy. quickly catching up with the rest of his teammates that waited for him at the entrance, he quickly grabbed a water cup from the waiting room and gulped down its contents immediately—yet the feeling didn’t stop.

“kageyama, hurry we need to get to practice.” hinata calls out to him.

drinking one last cup of water in the desperation to heal his scratchy throat, he threw the disposable cup aside.

“i’m coming!” yet his voice was far too hoarse to be heard.

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rocorambles · 4 years

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Timeout - Part 1

Pairing: Kageyama x Reader

Genre/Warning: Yandere, Unhealthily controlling behavior, Mindbreak

Summary: Kageyama just wants to take care of you, so why won’t you just behave?

Requested by Anon

Part 2

Kageyama had always been a little on the controlling side. It had started off with little things like telling you exactly what you could or couldn’t eat, how much water you could drink, and what exercises you could do. But you had found it endearing. You knew your boyfriend wasn’t the best with words and as a pro-athlete, you just assumed this was how he was showing he cared. He just wanted you to be healthy. So, you sucked it up and listened to him.

You thought that after the two of you started living together, he’d be better, but you didn’t realize how wrong you were until it was too late. He added more and more things he became incredibly stringent about. Instead of just telling you what to eat and drink, he’d make you sit at the table and wait for him to prepare your meal and then he’d sit there and watch with an unnerving stare as you ate every bite. Embarrassed and losing your appetite under the intensity of his gaze, you push the still half-full plate of food away from you and awkwardly smile at your boyfriend, telling him you’re too full to finish. But you’re stunned at the words that fill the room.

“Finish your food or you’re getting a timeout.”

Fury rages within you and you stand, jabbing a finger harshly into your boyfriend’s chest. “This isn’t a volleyball game and I’m not a child. I’m a full-grown woman who’s your girlfriend, so start treating me like one!” Your confidence begins to waver as your lover stands up, towering over you and you wince when he roughly grabs the wrist of the hand you’re still pointing at him and begins to drag you away.

“Tobio, let go of me!” You desperately try to pull your arm out of his grip, but his hold only tightens and not wanting to risk accidentally injuring yourself by fighting too hard, you reluctantly follow the man in front of you. Kageyama and you had had fights before, but you knew he loved you and would never hurt you, so you let him pull you to the basement, willing to at least see exactly what he had in mind and give him some time to cool down. But you freeze when you take in the sight before you.

You haven't been in the basement for a long time. The only reason you’d be down here would be to do the laundry, which Kageyama never let you do, insisting it was too much work for you. Ice cold fear begins to spread throughout your body at the new additions to the room. There’s a sleeping bag and...are those chains and cuffs? You instinctively take a step back, but Kageyama still has a tight hold on you and he easily brings you closer to the new set-up.You’re so wrapped up in disbelief at what’s happening that you don’t even notice Kageyama moving until there’s a metallic click that echoes in the room. Panickedly you turn to find the source of the noise only to find your arms handcuffed behind you. The feeling of metal against your skin snaps you back to life and you begin pleading and screaming at your boyfriend.

“Tobio, this is crazy! You can’t just keep me locked up in the basement because I didn’t listen to something you said. Get rid of these handcuffs and we can talk about this like adults.”

Kageyama just passively stares at you. “I read some books about misbehaving and they said timeouts were an effective method of discipline. You didn’t listen to what I said, so now I’m disciplining you. Stay down here and reflect on your behavior and when you’re ready to apologize and tell me exactly what you did wrong, I’ll let you back up.”

You kick and scream as he continues to tie your ankles together and angry tears begin to form in your eyes when he just disappointingly shakes his head at you like you’re an ill-behaved child. You pointedly ignore him whenever he comes back to check on you and you turn away from the plates of food he brings to you as the day goes on. But time drags in that basement where you’re alone with your thoughts. You’ve never gone this long without some exchanged words or physical touch from Kageyama and you can feel your resolve thinning. You fall into a restless sleep, tossing and turning, not used to sleeping on a hard concrete floor, not used to the absence of a body next to yours. Exhausted and bleary eyed, you clumsily awaken at the familiar sound of footsteps coming down the stairs the next morning.

This time when Kageyama drops off a plate of breakfast and turns to leave, a weak “wait” slips out of your mouth. He turns to look at you, waiting to hear what you have to say. Pride glues your tongue to the roof of your mouth and you hesitate, but when Kageyama walks towards you and sits right in front of you, so close that his familiar scent and warmth envelope you, your resolution breaks.

“Tobio, I’m sorry. You were just trying to take care of me and I didn’t listen to you. Please forgive me. I miss you.”

Kageyama smiles and affectionately kisses you at those words. “You’re always forgiven. Now eat your food and let’s get you washed up and comfortable, okay?” Touch-starved, you practically melt into his kiss and when he unlocks your cuffs, you eagerly throw your arms around his body, intent on getting rid of any space between the two of you. He fondly looks on as you obediently finish your food, leaving no scraps on the plate. Holding the dirty dish in one hand and entwining his fingers with yours with his other hand, he gently guides you back upstairs, happy that his darling has finally come to her senses.

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jalapeno-princess · 3 years

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You Weren’t Mine to Lose

Mark Tuan X Reader

Word Count: 9.4K

Genre: Angst

Warning: Mentions of sex, cheating

Summary: You made the mistake of falling in love with someone who was never yours to begin with. What started off as a one night stand turned in to months of sneaking around with each other and devoting most of your time and energy to a man who was already in a relationship. However, the high you get from fooling around with Mark is the only thing that’s been keeping you from going completely insane. But what happens when lust turns to love?

A/N: Hey guys, so I have good news and bad news. Let’s start with the bad news, I had to get a second job (On top of my teaching job and being a full time college student) so this means I won’t be able to write as much as I normally do (I haven’t even started on my new series just yet and I’m sorry for those who are anticipating it I have no clue when I will actually get around to writing it) but the good news is I have two stories prepared to post within the next few weeks so there’s that to look forward to. I hope you’re all doing well, especially after the news of Yugyeom signing with another company but honestly, I am so happy for him. If all seven of them end up leaving the company entirely, good for them. They deserve so much better than the shit excuse of a company JYPE is and I support each and every single member in all of their endeavors and plans for the future. With that being said, happy reading. (Based on August by Taylor Swift).

Salt air, and the rust on your door I never needed anything more Whispers of "Are you sure?" "Never have I ever before"

But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mineYour back beneath the sun Wishin' I could write my name on it Will you call when you're back at school? I remember thinkin' I had you

Back when we were still changin' for the better Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all Cancel plans just in case you'd call And say, "Meet me behind the mall" So much for summer love and saying "us" 'Cause you weren't mine to lose You weren't mine to lose, no

“Fuck—go faster, please—M—Mark, I need you to go faster—sh—shit shit, just like that.”

Mark Tuan, ever the gentleman did as he was told. However, he would do anything you asked of him during moments like this, God knows he wanted it too. His cock felt so wonderful grazing against your tight, sopping walls. His hardened tip continuously hit the back of your cervix, kissing it with each and every thrust.

The two of you were going at it for almost an hour now; both of you reached your highs after giving each other mind blowing head—but you had yet to come together. You edged him three times, riding him until his cum reached the tip of his cock only to lift yourself off of him, earning you a scowl and the sexiest grunts of frustration.

He left multiple slap marks on your ass; letting you know that he wasn’t going to let you have all power against him. No matter how much fun he’d have whenever you did dominate him and take over the sex session, he wasn’t letting you have all the fun tonight. There was sweat dripping down both your bodies—his entire body was warm with fervor as he continued to leave multiple hickeys along the valley of your breasts.

His breath was hot against your neck as he tried his best to conceal his moans; it was surprising, his room had no echo whatsoever—yet, the many sinful noises falling from his mouth and yours bounced off the walls along with the sound of skin on skin slapping against each other. His thrusts were relentless as he picked up his pace; pumping in to you as if he was trying to punish you for being naughty. His pelvis ramming against your bare cheeks made a loud crack sound each time he pulled out and shoved himself back inside of you.

It was addicting; feeling him bury himself balls deep inside of your pussy, but you were well aware that the sensation had an even bigger effect on him than it did you. Doggy style was Mark’s favorite position right next to watching you bounce up and down on him as your breasts jiggled all but gently. Something about being able to see his cock sliding so easily in to your tight walls drove the older boy fucking crazy.

“Fuck y/n—so fucking tight as always baby. Tell me how it feels—I want to know that I’m driving you insane—“

“Feels—so good Mark—so, so good.”

He hummed contently against the crook of your neck while picking up his pace if it was even possible. At this point, he was practically drilling himself inside of you; it came as a shock that you both still had yet to cum. On other occasions, you and Mark had no problem with reaching your highs with just your hands and mouths alone. Penetration was your favorite part of sex, so you had a feeling your body wanted to indulge in having Mark’s cock inside of your pussy for as long as you could have him for.

“You feel so amazing y/n, I could fuck you for hours. I will never get tired of having your cunt wrapped around my dick. Please—tell me you’re close. I’m about to lose my damn mind here pretty soon.” You giggled softly against his chest; nodding in agreement while placing a few wet kisses near the sensitive spot right below his ear.

“I’m close, so close—“

He bit softly against your collarbone, trying to hide the fact that he was seconds away from losing his will to do anything. You were just that mind blowing. Unfortunately, right as you were about to let the wave of lust consume your entire body like a wildfire, there was a new sound that filled the room. The piercing ring of a cellphone broke you out of your Mark induced haze. T

his wasn’t the first time his phone went off while the two of you were busy loving up on each other’s bodies; there were multiple situations where Mark had to cuss out his friends because they always seemed to try and get in touch with him at all the wrong times. There was even one night where he threw his phone at the wall because it wouldn’t stop ringing. When you felt Mark tense up at the blaring noise, you had a huge feeling you knew exactly who was on the other line. He looked up at you and released an exasperated sigh before doing the unthinkable. You wanted him to ignore it, just like he did almost every single time, but he tapped gently on your thigh; as if he was nonverbally asking for you to put your late night romp on pause.

“Mark, are you fucking serious—“

“It’ll just be a minute, tops. I promise. No funny business, please.”

To your dismay, he reached for his phone and answered the call. It was tempting—the idea of palming his naked sex, fondling his balls or even grinding your wet folds against his thigh—you knew you would get some kind of reaction out of him. Mark was a very sensitive person; physically and mentally. It didn’t take much for him to cry; emotionally and sexually.

He cried in front of you more times than you could count on your fingers. Whether it was because of a sad movie, when school could get a little too much for him to handle or the time he got the news that his grandfather was diagnosed with stage three lung cancer, he didn’t hesitate to pour out his feelings in front of you. You felt special knowing that you were one of the very few people who’d get to see that side of Mark; his soft, gentle, fragile side. Not the confident, overbearing and egotistical asshole he’d portray himself out to be on campus.

During the times you would find yourself on your knees, milking him dry of his white, creamy liquid and making sure his legs would wobble by the end of the night, he’d always cry out in pleasure while begging you to do something—anything to help soothe the pleasurable soreness you caused to his lower body. You knew you’d be treading in rough waters if you did tease him in any way while he was on the phone with her, but you were coming to the point where you didn’t even care if she were to find out anymore.

“Hello? Hey, what’s up? Everything okay?”

You laughed sarcastically in disbelief—what was so important that couldn’t wait a few more minutes? Something had to be wrong with Mark—who in their right mind would put a halt on fulfilling their carnal urges just to answer the damn phone? You rolled your eyes in irritation—it’s because she was the one trying to get in touch with him. His girlfriend of a year and a half, Aubrey.

You never understood why Mark continued to fool around with you when he had a girlfriend. What started off as a one night stand at a house party one of his friends threw a little over five months ago turned in to a dangerous affair between the two of you. For the longest time, you knew nothing of the girl in question; Mark was really good at hiding her existence.

He never told you that he was in a relationship, you didn’t see her at any party or gathering nor did you get a chance to see her around school. But that was because she was his girlfriend from back home. He only saw her during breaks or if she flew up to see him, but for most of their relationship—they were long distance. That was the only plausible reason you believed he allowed this relationship or whatever it was between the two of you to continue.

One day, you were playing games on Mark’s phone when she sent him a message, asking him what he was doing. At first, you just assumed it was a friend of his or maybe even a classmate, but then, she told him that she missed him and told him to call her when he had the chance. You confronted him in anger; sure, you found it completely weird that he continued to see you—especially for more than just sex. The two of you couldn’t even be considered fuck buddies—no, not when you’d go to sleep wrapped tightly in his warm embrace only to wake up in the morning to his signature gummy smile and stinky morning breath.

You’d go on cute little dates—or what you assumed were dates. He’d hold your hand and compliment you on your beauty and whatever outfit you put together that day. He’d call you if he couldn’t sleep, he’d pick you up from and drop you off to school, he’d cook you food if he noticed that you were tired and he even made a playlist of songs that reminded him of you; albeit, most of them were meant for when the two of you would stumble in to bed together, but it also contained songs that were more heartfelt and romantic.

You had a hard time understanding why you were letting him continue to use you. You hated cheaters with a passion; you’ve seen homewreckers ruin multiple marriages within your family and the idea of someone in a relationship fooling around with another person made your skin crawl—yet here you were, fucking with another girl’s boyfriend. You went against all your beliefs and every single rule you were taught to follow just for the devastatingly handsome and sweet talking man sitting right in front of you.

Honestly, you felt bad for his girlfriend. It was obvious that Mark meant a lot to her. She would constantly text him and send him pictures of what she’d be eating or if she went somewhere the two of them used to frequent. You felt horrible; Aubrey seemed like such a sweet girl and she was completely oblivious to the fact that there was someone else involved in Mark’s life. There were so many times you wanted to call it quits with Mark, you couldn’t keep fooling around with him considering the fact that he had someone at home who loved him—almost as much as you did.

When you first found out that you weren’t the only one, you should have told him it was over. You should have told him that you weren’t the kind of person who was fine with committing adultery nor did you want to be the other woman—you were a firm believer in monogamous relationships but you didn’t have the strength to tell him no when he began to leave wet, sloppy kisses all along your jaw. You were in deep and you despised the fact that you were so hooked on to him. Mark was everything you could ever want in a significant other; not only was he the most attractive man you have ever laid your eyes on, but he was soft-spoken and gentle towards you.

At school, he was a cocky prick; his group of friends were some of the most popular guys at your university. It seemed as though every student either wanted to be them, be friends with them or to be with them. But when the two of you were alone, his demeanor would take a 360 degree turn. Sometimes, you’d find it hard to believe that he had two personalities; one meant for his friends and everyone he associated himself with and another one meant for you and only you. It got you thinking though, how did he act when he was with Aubrey?

Did he treat her the way he did you? Was he protective over her? Could she make him laugh the way you seemingly never failed to? Did he get flustered by a single smile or graze of her fingers against his arm? Was he constantly checking up on her to see how her day was going? He hardly ever talked to her when the two of you were together and seeing as how most of your free time was spent with him, you wondered when he had the chance to call her.

There were only two instances where he answered her phone call when you were hanging out together. He always gave you an apologetic frown while taking the call and it was when you heard him tell her that he loved her that you knew, you were in love with him. It felt like a painful jab to the chest—for months, you’ve been lying to yourself.

I don’t love him, I just love who I am when I’m with him. I love how he takes such good care of me and how he fucks me so well.

You’d repeat those words to yourself every single time that you’d get to see him. With every kiss he’d steal from the corner of your mouth or every smile and look of adoration he’d send your way, you began to feel something deep in your chest. Whenever he’d drop you home, you always felt so empty—like a piece of you went with him back to his place.

Mark Tuan owned your heart; there was no doubt about it. You’ve been with quite a few guys in the last three years of college but none of them could ever make you feel as over the moon or as elated the way Mark so easily did. He made you so happy; your heart rate would increase rapidly just by the mere sight of him. His laughter—his high pitched, contagious laugh always seemed to send fire through your veins. For months, you tried to accept the fact that all you would ever be to Mark was a place to put his cock while he was away from his actual significant other.

Maybe, he was only kind, affectionate and generous towards you because it was the only way to get you to stay by his side. If it were anyone else in your shoes, they probably would have given up on him once it was revealed that he was already in a relationship.

How did he not feel even the smallest ounce of guilt rearranging your guts; pressing you up against his balcony and fucking you in to the next week knowing that his girlfriend was waiting patiently for him to graduate so they could finally be together? And how could he not feel remorse considering the fact that he brought you in to this mess? He was selfish; that you felt wholeheartedly was true. If he cared about you or Aubrey, he would have either broken up with her as soon as the two of you found yourselves falling in to bed together the first time, or he would have never even cheated on her in the first place. How could he continue this facade? How was he fine with playing not just his girlfriend, but you too? He probably didn’t think you held any romantic feelings for him and God—if only that was the truth.

If you had the choice, you would go back to the beginning of your arrangement and made it your mission to have never fell in love with him. You would have made yourself immune to his endless flirting, you wouldn’t let yourself kiss him other than when you would have sex, you would have made sure that what went on with you and him was strictly physical. No feelings—No emotions—nothing. It was only natural for you to have felt something for him. If you knew back then what you currently know now, you would have never allowed him in to your life—in to your heart.

You would have never let him tear down the walls you’ve built so high in attempts to keep people out. You would have never allowed him to take up your entire mind—you wouldn’t have given him your body if he wasn’t willing to take all of you. Who were you kidding? There was no regretting Mark Tuan. Even if you were given the chance to go back to the past, you wouldn’t change a thing. Mark Tuan was your person, whether you wanted to accept it or not. He was the rightful owner of your heart, even if you didn’t own his. You couldn’t really hear what she was saying over the phone, but Mark’s brows began to furrow; as if something bad happened.

Since he was distracted, you took this time to pull away from him—retracting his cock from your now dry folds. Tears were brimming at your eyelids and you would rather die than give him a reason to inflate his ego. He’d have a field day if he found out that you were in love with him; that was the last thing you needed—the last thing he deserved. You would always come second to Audrey. He might have currently been in bed with you; his limbs tangled with yours—running his hands through your hair, tracing the outline of your features feather lightly, kissing every corner of your face, but at the end of the day, Aubrey had the rightful title of his girlfriend. Not you. Nor would it ever be you, even if they did break up one day.

If Mark saw you as someone with more than just a casual fuck to him, then he would have solidified your relationship months ago. If he harbored any sort of feelings for you, he’d feel wrong telling another girl that he loved her. Did he though? Did he love her? If he genuinely loved her or at least cared for her—especially because they were in a relationship together, he would never have cheated on her.

When you love someone, you never want to put them in any kind of situation that would hurt them and you most definitely wouldn’t feel right giving yourself—your time, love, effort and energy to anyone else but that person. As soon as he saw you getting up from off the bed, he asked Aubrey to wait a minute and gave her the excuse that someone rung on his doorbell. You had to force yourself not to say or do anything that would get him in trouble with his girlfriend.

“What are you doing? I said I’d be hanging up with her soon I’m literally about to end the call—“

“Don’t bother—I’m no longer in the mood anymore so you go finish up with her while I finish myself off.”

You picked up your clothes from where they were thrown on the ground and headed over to the bathroom; locking the door before he could try and stop you or get you to change your mind. In the corner of your eye, you could see him attempt to follow you, but he must’ve stopped altogether once you shut the door.

A choked up sob fell from your lips and you tried so hard to prevent any tears from falling, but it was inevitable. Why did you let this go on for so long? Mark was breaking your heart more and more as the days went on and you were the pathetic fool who continued to allow him in doing so. You were wrapped around his finger and there was nothing you could do about it. As soon as you put on all your clothes, you rinsed your face free of any tears and took a deep breath before returning outside.

All you wanted to do was return back to your apartment. You needed some time to think out this entire arrangement. The idea of losing Mark—no longer having him in your life, no longer being able to kiss his pretty lips, to be held in his protective embrace, to hear him whisper sweet nothings while he passionately made love to you, it broke your heart. It was as if he had somewhat of a Stockholm syndrome hold on you. He was ruining you mentally; he was holding you captive and you weren’t able to leave him—nor did you willingly want to. At this point, you were fine with Mark taking advantage of your patience. All you wanted was him; in anyway you could have him.

Once you felt like you gave yourself enough time to breathe and recollect your thoughts, you hesitantly made your way back in to his room and you were secretly hoping he’d still be occupied with Aubrey so you didn’t have to worry about him stopping you and questioning what just happened. If this were to happen in the beginning of your affair, you wouldn’t have let it got to you and you were sure you’d continue from where the two of you left off from; but now that there were feelings involved—specifically your feelings, there was no way you could pretend that nothing was wrong. That—you were fine with being a side chick who would drop anything and everything just to be at his beck and call. You were sure you’d spill everything; knowing the kind of person you were, you would probably tell him how and when your feelings of lust turned in to love and how you respected yourself a lot more now to continue staying with someone who technically belonged to another woman.

He might not have seen her in a long while, but he continued to act like everything was fine between them. Not once has he ever told you exactly what she meant to him—she hardly ever came up in conversation. It’s as if he never wanted to bring her up and you understood that it was because Mark was well aware that as someone who was sleeping around with him, you probably wouldn’t want to hear about his girlfriend. To your dismay, he was no longer on the phone and he was sitting at the edge of the bed—still naked and waiting for you to come out.

Right as his gaze landed on you, he leaped up from off the bed and made a beeline toward you. He tried to reach out to you, but you shook your head—you didn’t want to give him the benefit of the doubt. You were exhausted; he continued to take, take, take from you and although he was very generous in bed, he didn’t give the same amount of devotion in a romantic aspect. He didn’t fulfill your heart’s desires like he did with your lustful ones.

“Where are you going baby—“

“Don’t. Don’t give me that baby shit Mark, you just got off the phone with your girlfriend for heaven’s sakes. I think it would be best for the both of us if I were to leave before I say or do something I will regret.”

“Wait—what are you even saying? What happened y/n? Why do you sound so upset? You knew exactly what you were signing up for as soon as we hooked up—“

You let out a scoff of disbelief. Was he being real right now? It was too late, you were going to let everything out tonight. If he ended up not reciprocating your feelings, then there was nothing you could do. These last six months opened your eyes to the reality that you were never going to mean as much to Mark the way he did to you. You could try anything; you could fuck him as much as both your time and energy permitted you to. You could do whatever it was he asked of you, but it would never be enough. You would never be enough.

There was something Aubrey had that you didn’t; you couldn’t quite put your finger on it—it couldn’t have been because they have a longer history. Maybe he felt obligated to continue staying with her. Although you knew Mark like the back of your hand—you knew practically every little thing about him, there had to be some information that he left you in the dark about. Maybe their parents were friends and he just wanted to please the both of them by staying with her or maybe he genuinely liked her, but he had his desires that needed to be fulfilled and he was going to use you until they could finally be together again.

“I didn’t know anything you asshole! You kept Aubrey a secret from me for an entire fucking month. I shouldn’t have told you I was okay with continuing whatever it is that’s going on between you and I. It’s not fucking fair Mark, to her or to me. We were fucking when your girlfriend called! Does it not bother you in the least way that you’re playing the both of us? Do you not sit back and think that what you’re doing is wrong? Yes, I’m sleeping around with a man in a relationship, but you’re the one allowing it! You’re just as at fault here, so don’t try to make it seem like you’re not doing anything wrong! Admit it, you get off on some kind of high knowing that you have the ability to manipulate two different women. One who you call your girlfriend and one who you call when you need to get your dick wet. I don’t know who you think you are Mark, but I’m tired of being your puppet. I’m tired of giving you the ability to break me—to do whatever you want with me. I let it go all these months; I know it was wrong and I feel like such a bitch for getting involved with you knowing you have a girlfriend. I made a vow to myself never to do such a thing but look Mark—I’m a fucking mistress! I can’t blame you completely because I’m still here, but I need you to know that I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. With this—with you. Have a nice life, I no longer want to be apart of it.”

You quickly grabbed your bag from his bedside table and stormed out of his room—if he were to come after you and attempt to sweet talk you in to staying; at his apartment and in his life, you would’ve gave in to him and that powerful speech you just poured your heart in to would have all been for nothing. As much as you wanted to rid him from your thoughts entirely and say that you felt as though a huge weight has been lifted from off your shoulders, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt when you realized he wasn’t chasing after you. But then again, this was what you wanted—your heart could no longer handle the fact that he didn’t care for you or love you the way you practically gave him your entire being.

You would have done anything for the older boy—you were well aware of that and so was he; but allowing him to play with your emotions all the while leading you on was something you refused to let continue. From the time you were a little girl, you were extremely insecure about every single little feature on your body; your bushy eyebrows, your chubby cheeks, your sharp nose that you believed was too big, your crooked teeth and short neck. You also didn’t like the fact that you were only 5”2—you felt like people didn’t take you seriously because you were so tiny. However, over the course of your arrangement with Mark, you didn’t know how you did it—but you fell in love with everything you believed you hated about yourself.

Unfortunately, you knew Mark had a lot to do with it. He praised your body on a daily basis, like it was his duty to tell you how breathtakingly beautiful you were and how your body was handcrafted by Leonardo DaVinci himself. During your sexual activities; whether it was when he’d find himself with his face buried in your cunt, or if he had you pressed up against the counter, he never failed to compliment you on how soft your skin was, how insane your curves were and how he truly believed you were God’s favorite with how amazing your body was.

Only then did it hit you—Mark only ever seemed to compliment you when his dick was deep inside of you or right after the two of you reached euphoria together. You had to accept it—you were just a fuck buddy, a play thing—someone to help him relieve stress and find pleasure through. When you reached your car, you sat in it and cried for a few moments; allowing everything to come out.

It was hysterical; less than an hour ago, you were crying out of frustration because he kept fucking you with his fingers but refused to fill you with his length until you begged him to do so. Now, your sobs were filling up your entire vehicle all because you couldn’t let your affair to continue anymore. Everything seemed to be getting out of hand. You put so much effort in to something so pathetic all for a boy who couldn’t give less of a shit about you—a stupid, egotistical, manipulative, selfish asshole. You wanted to wait until you were completely calm and free of any more tears before you began to drive back to your apartment.

Did all of that really just happen? What were you going to do now? There was no way you could just pretend like he was nothing to you. Six months of memories; kissing him in bathrooms that was hardly ever used at your university, singing along to Disney movies, helping each other with homework, attempting to cook meals that either of you saw on food network and ultimately failing, driving to another state on a whim just because you needed a break from life—every single beautiful moment spent with him was forever etched in to the back of your mind.

Mark Tuan was the rightful owner of your heart; he was the reason why it would flutter and rapidly beat as much as it would sink and tear apart by the smallest mistake or argument. You continuously repeated to yourself that this was what you needed—you needed to let him go sooner or later or else he would end up breaking you completely; until you were a shell of nothing.

Two weeks went by since that night and you could honestly say they were the worst two weeks of your entire life. You weren’t even exaggerating—you were miserable beyond belief. Mark hasn’t tried to get in contact with you at all since you stormed out of his apartment and with every swig you took of whatever alcohol beverage you drank in order to take your mind off of the man in question, you attempted to coerce yourself in believing that this is what you wanted.

This is what was best for you. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell though; sure, you told him that you were done with him and you no longer wanted to have anything to do with him, but he gave up so easily. It felt like a slap in the face by reality that your biggest worries were true—he had no legitimate feelings for you; just lust. He could get anyone he wanted to take your place; you were just another useless body. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were to find out that he told his friends about you and what the two of you have been doing for the last few months.

His group of friends were notorious for having a group chat that they would brag about all of their hookups. You were so tempted to reach out to him and the multiple amounts of alcohol you’d consume would only make you crave his presence a lot more. Some days were better than others and by better, you didn’t cry as much and you actually would get some sleep. Why did you allow this to happen?

Anyone who knew anything about friends with benefit relationship were well aware that it could never be just sex. Things always got messy; one person fell in love while the other didn’t reciprocate the same feelings. In this case, you were the poor unfortunate soul who got the short end of the stick—you fell in love knowing that your feelings would never be reciprocated. It was heartbreaking; the first time you ever loved someone—it just so happened to be a person that was never yours in the first place. Once you were to move on from Mark completely, you were afraid that you would never be able to love anyone else.

This entire arrangement ruined your outlook on love permanently. You had to force yourself not to try and reach out to him—there was a point where you even hid your phone because you were afraid you’d give in and call him. He obviously didn’t care—losing you wasn’t a loss to him at all. Not if you never meant anything to him in the first place. Your friends tried to reach out to you multiple times throughout your emotional episode; it wasn’t like you drop off the face of the earth without an explanation. But nobody knew about you and Mark—nor would anyone understand what you were doing with him.

You were still in your early twenties, but you weren’t too young to realize that having an affair was wrong. You’ve known that even when you were a little girl—if your friends or even your family were to find out the mess that you’ve gotten yourself in to, they’d be so disappointed. Every time your phone went off, you held on to a tiny string of hope that it would be Mark trying to get in contact with you. It was too much of you to hope that maybe, just maybe he came to the conclusion that he missed you, that he was nothing without you and that he accepted the thought of loving you. However, it was always your close friends trying to get you to go out with them.

As much as you felt like you should say yes to them and allow yourself to move on by joining in on activities to keep you preoccupied, you didn’t have the strength, energy or desire to do anything at all. At the three week point, you came to accept that Mark wasn’t coming back. He was done with you, and there was nothing you could do about it. When you returned back to school, your friends were on your case—pointing out the fact that you looked like literal death. Claiming that you’ve lost at least ten pounds since the last time they saw you and that your cheekbones were more prominent.

They also stated that you looked as though you haven’t slept in days—your eye bags were dark and your eyes were puffier than usual. Like you had done with everyone else in your life; you lied and gave them the excuse that you had some kind of bug and that your doctor told you that it would be best for you to stay bedridden. Thankfully, they bought it—you didn’t need the constant reminder of why you were acting like someone died.

“Hey, I know you don’t care about anyone from Jinyoung’s group of friends, but did you happen to see Mark’s girlfriend yet? She’s here for spring break. She’s so pretty; I don’t understand why she would want to come to a university on her vacation, but maybe she just wants to spend time with her boyfriend no matter what it is that they do. They’re so cute together.”

Everything your best friend was telling you about Mark and Aubrey felt like a punch to the gut. Every single word twisted your heart and you began to grow lightheaded. So that’s why he didn’t come after you that night; maybe she told him she was coming to visit him. He didn’t need you anymore—he’d have someone, his someone in particular to give him his fill. He might have been cheating on her, but you didn’t think he’d be the type to sleep with two different girls at the same time—then again, it would probably raise his confidence levels in such an obnoxious way.

If only your friend knew how much her words were taking over your mind—how much they were ruining you and slowly tearing you apart. You wanted to cry—you felt like screaming to get her to stop. She had no idea about your relationship with Mark, so it wasn’t as though she was trying to make you feel bad. Even if she did know, she wouldn’t do anything to hurt your feelings—although, she would have been upset to hear about your poor choices.

“I—uh—no. I’ve only been here for about ten minutes so—I wouldn’t know. Cool. I should get going. I’ve already missed out on so much—I’ll call you later.”

You wasted no time briskly heading to your first class. Honestly, you didn’t even want to go anymore. Coming to school was a mistake—what was another day of missing class? You’ve been doing your work online; there was really no reason to be there other than for attendance purposes. You didn’t feel like you learned anything anyway, so there was really no point at all. You mentally cursed yourself at your negative thoughts—this was all Mark’s fault. Before him, you genuinely enjoyed school.

Your education meant everything to you. Whenever you were assigned homework—you completed it before your next day of class. Some of your professors complimented your on your work ethic and your English professor even asked you to become their TA because you were always so on top of things. Now, you couldn’t wait for school to be over with and you didn’t even care whether or not you passed any of your classes this semester.

Nothing mattered to you anymore and it was so disheartening that you allowed a stupid asshole to have this effect on you. To flip your world upside down and make you hate everything that used to bring you so much joy and contentment. You were busy trying to avoid people in the hallway and you couldn’t care less about whether or not you ended up bumping in to someone. Today was just not your day and if people were smart, they’d stay far away from you.

Your phone began to ring, and when you saw that one of your other friends were trying to get in touch with you, you were debating on answering. Human interaction wasn’t something you wanted to put up with for the rest of your time on campus. Everything was all too much for you to take in. The idea of Mark—introducing Aubrey to everyone as his girlfriend, the risk of seeing them together—kissing, holding hands, hugging, acting sweet to one another, it was messing with your head.

Heard you’re back, if you’re free right now, did you want to get some coffee?

The word no was at the tip of your tongue—you were afraid that you’d give yourself away if you showed any sort of emotion that proved you weren’t sick at all. However, you loved coffee and you were sure it would be the only kind of positivity you’d be able to have at all today so you were going to take what you could get.

It didn’t take too long for you to reach the coffee shop—there were three spread throughout campus, so you made your way over to where your friend said to meet them. You put in your headphones and blasted your playlist of sad songs—most people would try to steer clear of melancholic music while they were going through such a difficult time but it actually brought you peace. Some weird, twisted kind of peace but nonetheless, it helped you cope with the pain that Mark’s sudden absence left on you. The smell of coffee was soon ridding you of your anxiety and you were quick to see your friend towards the back of the shop. She waved you down and you acknowledged her before getting in line to place your order.

“Next in line.”

You gave a soft smile to the barista and gave him your order—going with a large caramel macchiato with three shots of espresso, you were in need of caffeine in the hopes that it would give you enough energy to last through three classes. When you pulled to the side and began to scroll through Instagram, your friend sent you a playful text message about how she was glad that you went with the biggest size, you were definitely going to need it.

“I have a grande matcha latte and a venti iced americano with almond milk for Aubrey—“

Your heart felt as if it was about to combust out of your chest at the sound of her name. Sure, there could have been multiple Aubrey’s on your campus. It wasn’t an uncommon name—but you knew the americano was Mark’s go to beverage. He was lactose intolerant and the first time you went to get coffee together, he told you that americanos helped him stay awake. You didn’t want to look up—you were afraid of seeing her or worse—seeing him.

Life could be a bitch sometimes. Maybe this was your karma for fooling around with someone who was already taken. You couldn’t help it, you lifted your head up to see the girl who owned the heart of the man who owned yours and you ultimately regretted doing so. She was beautiful—there was no doubt about it. No matter how much you wanted to be bitter and say that she was ugly or that you couldn’t understand what Mark saw in her, you knew that was far from the truth. You’ve only seen a few pictures on her Instagram when you accidentally stumbled upon her account one day but her pictures didn’t do her justice at all. Her long brown hair was in big, bouncy waves.

She was wearing a red, summer dress with a pair of heels. You could feel yourself choking up at the sight of her and all her beauty and you began to mentally scold yourself for not putting any effort in to your outfit at all today. But what did it matter? At the end of the day, it was her who got to say that Mark was her person. She got to tell people with confidence that they were a couple while you had to hide behind the cafeteria or shopping malls in the fear of anyone recognizing the two of you.

She grabbed the two drinks and made her way to a table near where your friend was sitting. Out of all the places that she could have decided to meet you, it just had to be the same place that Mark’s girlfriend was currently at all the while waiting for him. Was it too late for you to come up with an excuse as to why you couldn’t stay for too long? Surely she’d be able to understand right?

There was no way you could be able to withstand being in the same room with the man that ripped your heart from out of your chest and threw it on the ground right in front of you—stepping on it like a used cigarette. That’s all you were to him—a cigarette. You were bad for him—but he was addicted to you and he used you only when it was beneficial to him. Just like the way smoking addicts would turn to cigarettes for stress relief, Mark would come to you for a way to release any pent up frustration and just like when the cigarette burns out and the high is over, you’re thrown to the ground and discarded until he needed another hit.

“Y/n, I have your venti caramel macchiato.”

Your hands were shaking and all the wind was knocked out of you. After politely thanking the barista, you took in a deep breath as you sauntered to the direction of your friend. You began to plan out ways to escape this unfortunate situation you found yourself in. Fate must’ve had something against you; this wasn’t a coincidence that you’d be in the same exact place at the same exact time as the both of them. This was your payback—your punishment and you were just going to have to take it like a big girl.

“Hey y/n. I’m so happy to see you again, although, from what everyone who has seen you has told me so far, you really don’t look too good. Maybe you should have asked your doctor to give you a few more days off—“

“I’m fine, really. I can’t afford to miss out on any more school or else I won’t graduate on time. Don’t worry about me. Let’s talk about you, inform me on everything I missed.”

As she began to tell you about how her life was going and how much you missed out on so many fun outings, everything she was saying went through one ear and out the other. Thankfully, your back was facing where Aubrey was sitting. You were sure if you were able to see her, you wouldn’t be able to take your eyes off of her. Your friend continued to explain the crisis she was experiencing with one of her AP classes and you felt bad for not giving a shit at all. You tried to muster any kind of response and you could tell your “oh really?” and your “that sucks” were completely insincere, but if she noticed anything out of the ordinary—she didn’t say anything.

You didn’t think anything of the chime of the front door, but something in your chest—probably the fact that you grew accustomed to the distinct sound of Mark’s footsteps made it known that he was now there and your suspicions were soon answered when he spoke up.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. My professor held us back for five minutes. You weren’t waiting too long were you?” She giggled softly at her apology and it had to be the green monster of jealous on your back that was growing annoyed at the sound.

“No. I just got our drinks. So how was class baby?”

The term of endearment made your skin crawl—baby. You used to call him that; but then again, it was only when you were fucking him. Only once did you ever call him baby other than when you were having your fun together and he never really reacted to it. He must’ve been used to hearing you say it during your many hookups that it was second nature to you. You couldn’t handle staying in the coffee shop for a minute longer—you were afraid that something inside of you would get you to walked over to their table and tell her everything.

Mark didn’t deserve to have a happy ending—not after all that he’s put you through. If you had to suffer, so did he. But you weren’t like that. You weren’t a terrible, heartless person no matter how much you wanted to be. You wanted to hurt him—break him—ruin him the way he so easily did to you. You wanted every single one of his thoughts to be filled with you and how he played you. Your mind was begging you to leave—the last thing you needed was to make a fool out of yourself and who knew? He could pretend that he had no idea what you were talking about and make you seem like the biggest idiot ever.

“Hey, I actually planned on talking to my physics professor about missing assignments so I think I’m going to head out. Sorry about that.” The younger girl shook her head before giving your hand a comforting squeeze.

“You’re fine! Don’t stay away from us any longer okay? We’re only young once, let’s make the most of what we still can.”

You mirrored her expression and nonverbally agreed before picking up your books and your bag. Right as you said your goodbyes, you abruptly turned around and collided with a body. Not just any body—the body you’ve grown so familiar with in the last half a year. The body that made you feel so safe, so comforted, so happy and so serene. The body you’ve missed more than anything—Mark.

“I’m so sorry I should have looked where I was going—y/n?”

Hearing him say your name again after almost an entire month of not seeing or hearing from him sent you through so many different emotions and you felt like you were on the verge of both throwing up and crying. It wasn’t a sensation you were used to nor did you ever want to get used to it. You just wanted to get the hell out of there. You didn’t even look up at him; your initial instinct would probably be to either punch him or to kiss him and both options would bring you so many problems.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Now, if you’ll excuse me—“ you attempted to walk away from him; being this close in proximity to him was suffocating. Your chest felt heavy and you were growing nauseous.

“Y/n, I’m sorry—that night—I can explain—“

“There’s nothing for you to explain Mark. I’d watch myself if I were you. Your girlfriend is right over there. You’re not as quiet as you think you are, I don’t even know why you’re talking to me or what you feel the need to explain yourself. What we had is over. You and I are over, so there’s no need—“

“Please, we need to talk. I need to tell you something—“

Now would be a good time to just bring your fist up and force it against his cheek. Did he hear himself? He was gone—he stayed away for weeks. He made you feel like complete and utter shit. He didn’t fight for you or your relationship—he didn’t beg you to stay nor did he try to stop you at all. Seeing him right now, you noticed that you were more angry with him than you were missing him. Did he really think that you were going to take him back with open arms as though the last three weeks of hell that you suffered through never happened at all? Did he think you were that stupid and that desperate enough to go crawling back to him with the snap of a finger?

He knew that he had the power to get you to come running to him even if he didn’t try to stop you that night. If you were to tell him why you were so angry with the fact that she interrupted your time with him, he would have seen right through you. If Mark had any kind of common sense, he would be able to pick up on the fact that it had nothing to do about being interrupted during sex. You wanted to laugh sarcastically—his girlfriend was a mere five feet away, he was truly unbelievable.

“Your silence that night spoke volumes for you so I think it’s best if we pretend like what we had never happened at all. You better go return back to her or else she’ll know something is up. I meant what I said when I left you, I no longer want to be apart of your life if my place—my presence isn’t as much of a priority as yours is in mine. Now, before I end up walking over there and telling her exactly who you are and who I was to you, be smart and leave it as it is.”

You shoved passed him and walked out of the shop with so much weight off of your shoulders. Telling him off felt amazing; there was so much more you wish you could have said, but you already felt eyes on the two of you and you didn’t want to bring any more attention to the two of you. You were sure your friend must’ve saw the entire exchange go down and she would most likely have a lot of questions, but you didn’t care about anything at all—your mind was set on going back home.

Sleep sounded so good right now and as much as running away from your problems wasn’t ideal, you deserved some rest. You didn’t even attend one class and you were in more or less words exhausted to the tenth degree. The image of him begging for you to hear him out with just his eyes alone was now imprinted in the back of your mind. Mark was never a man of words—not with you. He preferred using actions and you liked it that way.

But now, those actions were being used against you, not for you. There was something inside of you; pleading for you to hear him out—you knew it was the part that still loved him wholeheartedly. You wanted to give up your pride—you were proud of yourself for standing your ground, but there was a hole in your heart that could only be filled by Mark himself. As you started walking towards your car, you felt your phone vibrate in your bag and it didn’t take a genius to know who might have been texting you.

That was who he was; Mark was insufferable. He was the type who wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted and if he wanted to talk to you, he was going to do anything and everything in his power to get you to listen. You contemplated taking a glance at your phone for quite some time. It was tempting; what if he decided to just confess everything since you weren’t willing to let him talk to you in person? There was really no harm in looking at his messages; you just weren’t going to respond. If you even sent a simple “back off” you were allowing him to continue sticking around in your life. By not responding at all, you’re giving him an answer.

Getting over him completely was going to take some time, but you owed it to yourself to be released from the confines of Mark’s hold that he had on you. There were so many other men out there; men who didn’t come with baggage. Men who were both physically and theoretically available. Men who would love you—only you. Men you didn’t have to worry about their place in your life or your place in theirs. You bit your lip in anticipation; what was there left for him to say or do after you practically shunned him from your life? He might have believed he wasn’t going to give up this time without a fight; you probably did damage to his ego but your mind was set.

You were done with Mark Tuan, for good.

Mark: I love you and I’m sorry. 11:25 A.M.

'Cause you weren't mine to lose

#got7 imagines #mark tuan #mark tuan imagines #got7 mark #got7

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crispmarshmallow · 4 years

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If you're still taking fic ideas, I *need* Satine & Anakin BroTP!! How about: while she's on a diplomatic trip to Coruscant, Anakin is surprised to find out something rather un-duchess-like about Satine. Genre is author's choice: humor, angst, action, whatever you want!

Okay, so I started by answering your ask and then it started taking a life of its own. I had to stop myself from making it even longer. I hope you like it. It took a long time to come up with. And so sorry for such a late reply.

Anakin is playing Sabaac with the Duchess of Mandalore. Satine Kryzé.

Or rather Anakin is losing spectacularly at Sabaac against the Duchess of Mandalore.

He doesn’t even know how he ended up doing this. Actually, he does. However, it is the last thing that he thought he would end up doing.

It started with Obi-Wan - on behalf of the Council - interrupting his patrols upon the Resolute around the Outer Rim to inform him that he is to return to Coruscant with the Duchess in tow. Senator Organa and Padmé are hosting an event for the refugees on both sides of the War and the Duchess is to be an esteemed attendee.

Anakin - ever the obedient Jedi Knight - informed Obi-Wan that he would do as told. However, not without getting in a cheeky quip or two of his own. His former Master had ended the transmission with a highly unimpressed glare.

Anakin might have said something along the lines of I’ll make sure your girlfriend makes it to the Coruscant - safe and sound.

After which he left the Resolute under the charge of Yularen and Ahsoka and made for Mandalore on the Twilight. He picked up the Duchess and her Guard. And set course for Coruscant.

He joined her in the lounging area of the ship, and tried to come up with something to say.

Anakin wanted to know the Duchess better. It bothered him that he didn’t.

The Duchess Satine is an important person to Obi-Wan - even if he denies it. And Obi-Wan is beyond important to Anakin.

So he feels that he should know the woman that captured Obi-Wan’s heart. After all, Obi-Wan knows Padmé very well.

He wanted to know what was beneath all the righteousness and pacifism and politics.

However, Anakin has never really been talented when it comes to conversations with women that are not Padmé or women that don’t violently dismantle battle droids for a living.

He cleared his throat. “I’m afraid I’m not much company, your highness.” He couldn’t help adding, “Obi-Wan has always been better at this sort of thing.” He sneaks a glance at Satine. Oh, he didn't know her well enough to know how she would take that.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that she seemed to be fighting a small smile at his comment. “Please, Master Skywalker. You overestimate Obi-Wan’s skills.” She put down the datapad she had been scrolling through. “Had the Jedi Master been here, I do believe we would have devolved into one of our shouting matches..”

Anakin let out a laugh. Yes, that did sound about right. He had witnessed one of those on the Cornet. And to be fair, that had been the highlight of that particular mission - Obi-Wan and Satine trying to act as though they don’t want to do unspeakable things to each other by shouting at each other.

“In his defense, Obi-Wan only does that with you.” He tried and failed to keep out the suggestiveness out of his word.

“I’m sure.” Satine looked amused, and Anakin knew that she knew what he was doing.

He continued. “Obi-Wan does not lose his cool easily.” He gestured to himself. “I would know.”

“I can imagine that you were a menace to raise, Master Skywalker.”

He grinned. He had been.

Satine looked thoughtful for a moment. “However, I do remember Senator Amidala mentioning that you are often her Jedi protector.”

Anakin froze. Yes. He made sure of that.

“What do you do to keep her company?”

Uh. Anakin’s mind froze. He could improvise when he faced death, but otherwise, he was really bad at it. Satine would not want to know what he and Padmé got up to in their free time if she had a clue.

“We..” His eyes fell onto the box of Sabaac cards that were under the lounge table. He and Ahsoka and Obi-Wan often played it to kill time. He doesn’t know how the tradition began, but it was something they did for fun. Fun is in short supply these days. “We play Sabaac.”

Satine looked at him funnily before asking. “Sabaac?”

Anakin nodded. Maybe too eagerly.

Her eyes fell on the box of Sabaac cards, and her eyes lit up with mischievousness.

“I don’t see why we shouldn’t do the same.”

Anakin blanched. The Duchess played Sabaac?

ii.

And that is how he found himself losing to her.

She played and she played well.

Anakin thinks he should take a few notes as he loses yet another round.

Satine does not hide behind a mask of indifference like Obi-Wan - who admittedly Anakin has never won against - she is a lot like Anakin truthfully. Loathe he may admit it - just smarter.

She tries to intimidate her opponents, and it often works. She always looks so confident that it is unnerving. However, she does not let emotion take over. She does not panic like Anakin does from time to time.

“You’re far too good at this game, Duchess. Are you cheating somehow?”

Satine laughs. “And I would have thought Obi-Wan taught you how to play better.”

Anakin shrugs. “Obi-Wan didn’t teach me.”

“Padmé then?”

Force, no. He sighs. “I learned it on Tatooine.”

She looks surprised. “You’re from Tatooine?”

Anakin wishes he hadn’t brought that up. It brings back bad memories. It brings back the rage. He nods, clenching his jaw.

Satine must have noticed because she tries to steer the topic away from his home planet, but he knows that she is curious. A lot of people are curious about his past.

However, Anakin does not want the Duchess to mistake his reluctance to speak of it as weakness so he divulges a little bit more.

“I watched and learned from the pilots that dropped by at the shop I used to work at.”

Work. Satine must have caught on what he meant. Anakin was brought to the Temple as a child, and he must have been a child when he worked. And often children on Tatooine worked because they had no choice but.

She doesn’t look away. She just slightly deflates at the mention. “I learned it from my sister a long time ago. She learned it from who knows where.” Something in her voice sounds wistful as she speaks of her sister.

They continue their game. At first, it is as if a shadow has been cast upon them. Shadows from their pasts. Nonetheless, they slowly come out of it.

Anakin tries desperately to win. He has always won except against Obi-Wan and he wants to keep it that way if he can help it. Defeating Obi-Wan, Anakin is never sure if he’ll get that good.

They know each other inside and out, but Obi-Wan is not rash like Anakin.

He doesn’t hold back his whining as Satine wins and wins.

She lets loose as they go round by round. She laughs. She smirks. She even curses eloquently under her breath whenever Anakin does catch a rare win.

Anakin wonders if this is who Obi-Wan fell for. He thinks he would understand better if it was.

Unsurprisingly, and to Anakin’s chagrin, Satine wins. She gleefully gathers Anakin’s stack of chips. Her eyes twinkled from the win.

“I remain to be undefeated by anyone when it comes to Sabaac.”

Anakin scowls, though it slowly turns into a smirk. “I would like to see you try playing against Obi-Wan.”

“Oh. I have played against Master Kenobi.” Satine smirks right back at him. “Who do you think taught him?”

iii.

Anakin Skywalker is an interesting person.

Satine thinks as she and he make their way to enter the banquet hall. Apparently, the Jedi Knight had been invited too. Something about being the face of the Republican effort.

She had wanted to get to know him better. Obi-Wan has practically raised the boy and she wanted to see what he had grown up to be.

She knows that Skywalker resorts to unsavory measures when dealing with conflict. He has little regard for the lives of those on the enemy side. She had witnessed that on the Cornet. And she still has a lot to say about it.

However, she decides she quite likes him. He is nice company even if he denies so.

He is a decent Sabaac player too. Just no match for Satine.

It has been ages since she has even played the game. She thinks the last time was with Bo - before everything collapsed upon the two.

She had enjoyed herself during those hours upon the Twilight. And lately, Satine has enjoyed very little - with the Republic and CIS trying to coax her into picking a side, and the Death Watch gaining momentum within her system.

She finally let herself breathe a little. She wonders if Anakin has the same effect on Obi-Wan. The Jedi Master sometimes forgot to look after his own well-being. He had made a habit of it long ago. Maybe he had been born with it.

She shakes off these thoughts as they enter the banquet hall that is full of Senators and Generals and anyone of import. She knows better than to let her mind linger on Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Anakin and Satine had made straight for the ball once they landed, having prepared themselves for their appearance upon the Twilight.

“Duchess Satine!” Bail Organa comes rushing to the pair of them, taking Satine’s hand into his and pressing a light kiss on it. She smiles.

“Senator Organa. It is truly a beautiful event that you have organized and for a very noble cause.”

“We do what we can, Duchess.” He says modestly. He turns his attention to Anakin. “Master Skywalker. We are glad that you could make it.”

Anakin nods his head. “As the Duchess said, it is for a noble cause.”

Satine and Bail continue to exchange pleasantries as Anakin stays quiet beside her - his eyes seem to be scanning the crowd. They continue to do so after Bail leaves and Satine and Anakin venture further into the gathering.

However, they do stop when the Senator Amidala joins them.

“Satine. You made it.” She says as she embraces her tightly. Satine does not often show such affection in public, but she has a soft spot for the Senator. She is a good friend.

“Of course, I did.”

Padmé turns to Anakin, and Satine sees the way her eyes soften - how they seem to glean with something Satine knows better than to name.

“General Skywalker. It is always good to see you.”

He bows. His eyes are as soft as Padmé’s. “And to see you, milady.”

Satine has to suppress a snort. Who does Anakin think he is fooling?

They fall into conversation after that. She does not miss how the eyes of the Senator and Jedi keep seeking each other out.

Satine grabs a glass of champagne from a serving droid. “Oh, and Padmé, do tell me when you are free. I would love to test your skills in Sabaac.”

She sees Anakin stiffen beside her. Padmé regards Satine in confusion. “Satine. I must disappoint you, but I do not even know how to play Sabaac.”

Satine has to hide her sly smile behind her glass as her eyes dart towards Skywalker who has an expression of a child caught doing something he should not be doing.

“Is that so?”

Before Anakin can fumble for an explanation, Senator Chuchi drops by and pulls Satine away. Once she is free, she finds Anakin and Padmé standing a few feet away from her, whispering to each other without looking suspicious as much as possible.

Padmé has an expression of amusement and exasperation and worry.

Satine wonders what Padmé expected. Anakin is the last thing from subtle from what she has seen. She had noticed the way Anakin blushed and fumbled for words when she mentioned Padmé on the Twilight. And she saw the way he was grappling for an explanation when his eyes fell on the Sabaac cards under the table.

Satine is not a politician for nothing. She has not survived this long for nothing.

She continues to study them from afar. She wonders if that was what she and Obi-Wan looked like when they were young and in love.

As if her thoughts conjured the very being, her eyes fall onto Kenobi who is speaking to Senator Mothma.

As if sensing her gaze, he whips his head to her direction. His eyes softened at the sight of her. She is sure hers did the same. She raises her glass in acknowledgment and he smiles at her.

She hesitates before she makes up her mind. After seeing Anakin and Padmé look so content with each other by their side, she decides that she can let herself have that for a short moment or two.

She walks towards Obi-Wan. He notices and excuses himself from the Senator of Chandrilla and makes his own way to her.

“Duchess.” He says, bending to press a kiss on her hand, letting his lips linger a second too long.

“Master Kenobi.” She says, her lips settling into a smile.

“I hope Anakin did not trouble you on your trip here.”

She chuckles. “Of course not.” She pauses before adding. “It is a fine young man that you have raised, Obi-Wan.” She isn’t lying either.

Obi-Wan’s eyes gleam with pride. She knows he is trying hard to hide it, but she knows that Obi-Wan is proud of the man that Anakin Skywalker has become.

“I try.” He simply answers.

Her eyes travel back to Anakin and Padmé. Skywalker has seemed to drag Amidala onto the dance floor - holding her a little too close to be deemed innocent.

“I think that Senator Amidala would agree with me.” She doesn’t hide her smile this time. She sneaks a glance at Obi-Wan. He has his eyes on the pair too.

“A little too much of you ask me.” He is trying to restrain his own smile.

She wonders if Obi-Wan sees them in the young pair.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Obi-Wan nervously wipes his palms on his robes before offering her his own hand.

“Can I interest the Duchess with a dance?”

Satine looks at his hand for a few moments.

She and Obi-Wan made their choices years ago. However, who could blame them for letting themselves have these little moments?

She puts her hand in his.

And then Anakin proceeds to adopt Satine into his list of favorite people and so he joins Obi-Wan on his mission to Mandalore. Both of them save Satine and Anakin proceeds to beat the shit out of Maul for going after her and Obi-Wan. Maul lets it slip that Palpatine is a Sith Lord in hops of saving his life. And thus, Anakin and Obi-Wan and Satine and Padmé and Ahsoka and the 501st and 212th proceed to kick Palpatine’s ass out of existence.

#anakin skywalker #Satine Kryzé #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #obi-wan kenobi #Padmé amidala #ahsoka tano #Palpatine #bail Organa #asks #Duchess of mandalore #darth vader #OBITINE #Anidala

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mostlycompetentwriter · 4 years

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Another Day

F/M Pairing: Y/N x Han Jisung (SKZ)

Warnings: Language

Genre: Arranged Marriage AU; Royalty AU

Word Count: 2K

Summary: Y/N is nothing special. She’s the daughter of her village’s blacksmith, and she used to be in love with her friend, Seungmin. However, after a chance meeting with Prince Han Jisung of the Royal Court, Y/N suddenly finds herself a bride-to-be after she indirectly captures his heart.

A/N: I love this concept so much! My first attempt at writing shorter plot fics.

Summer was everywhere. I could feel it underneath the influence of the afternoon sun or standing amidst the humid air after an evening’s thunderstorm. Consequently, Seungmin and I spent an unusual amount of time at the river with the other children from the village. Because the water became necessary protection from the brutal heat, and we often swam together as two people who took advantage of an opportunity to escape. It was also nice to spend carefree hours with my friend, especially considering my affection for him.

At one point in my life, I was convinced that I was in love with Seungmin. His eyes reflected the youthful spirit of his innocence, and he understood me better than most people, including my own family members. Yet, I had also come to realize that we were never fated to be together in a romantic partnership. It was a bitter pill to swallow, and I had a lot to accept before I could truly acknowledge his permanent role as a childhood friend.

Of course, so much had happened overtime to direct the trajectory of my personal affairs. It practically forced me to disregard my intimate feelings for Seungmin, and I would’ve been fine with that under any other circumstances. But my inevitable parting from one of the most important sources of happiness in my life often left me feeling dejected.

In fact, I could hardly enjoy the relaxing effects of the water with the other children, floating next to Seungmin as I closed my eyes. My future had already been decided without my autonomy, and I still wasn’t sure how to handle the circumstances surrounding my recent courtship. It didn’t help that I was being forced to move far away from my home village, and I would leave behind my family and friends for something that I could barely understand.

“When are you leaving?” Seungmin asked me later on after we pulled ourselves from the water and sat on the banks of the river overlooking the mountains beyond.

“Soon,” I replied, studying my reflection in the glistening surface.

The inquiry reminded me of when I met two very strange boys on a warm, spring morning, completely unaware of the consequences after speaking my mind:

I had been minding my own business, tossing bread crumbs into the water for the fish who quickly darted to the surface to eat the small morsels. It was an easy way to lose myself to the pleasant effects of nature, which is why I didn’t notice the wayward horse at first. In fact, it only became a problem when the animal started charging in my direction, and I instinctively jumped into the water to avoid a potential impact.

However, once I rose to the surface, spluttering around the water drenching my hair, I saw a man run by calling for the animal. He successfully tracked it down, taking charge of its reins and offering the beast several pats along its flank. “Hey!” I shouted, heaving myself out of the water to storm over to him. “What are you doing?”

The man in question turned around to face me, glaring through narrowed brown eyes and a curtain of dark hair. “I’m taking care of my horse.”

“Your horse was out of control!” I exclaimed. “He could’ve hurt someone, including me!”

“Nothing bad happened,” the man said. “You’re fine.”

“That’s rude, don’t you think?” I asked him, jabbing my finger against his chest. “Who raised you to have such bad manners? Can you really be that dismissive of someone?”

“I wouldn’t try that again,” the man said, reaching for the scabbard around his waist.

“Go ahead,” I taunted him because I refused to back down. “See what happens.”

Oh, how those taunting words fueled my resolve! But right before the man could attempt to retrieve his weapon, another unexpected voice interrupted our potential confrontation. “Hold on, Changbin.”

I faltered slightly at the unexpected command, and I looked behind me to study the unfamiliar figure approaching us with sandy-brown hair and gentle blue eyes. “Who are you?” I asked, affronted that I was faced with two arrogant mischief-makers.

“Forgive him, my lady,” he said, and I could tell that he was clearly amused by our interaction.

“I will not!” I declared. “He was irresponsible!”

“Yes, but he was actually helping me,” he replied. “I lost control of my steer. Your anger should be directed at me.”

“Either way,” I growled. “I’ve had enough of both of you.”

I started to walk away, recognizing that the situation had escalated beyond my control, but the newcomer grabbed my arm and prevented my exit. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N,” I snapped, pulling my arm free. “Are we finished here, gentlemen?”

He nodded his head while wearing a bright smile despite the circumstances. “Please accept my sincere apology, Y/N,” he said, ducking his head respectfully. I rolled my eyes in an exaggerated fashion and chose to ignore him, turning my back to both men as I stormed the rest of the way home. And I never anticipated meeting either of them again.

“I’ll miss you,” Seungmin said to draw me from the memory. His words were a heavy reminder, and I felt my heart sinking low inside my chest.

“Me too,” I replied. Because I would be marrying the king’s son at the end of the month to become a princess in my kingdom. Then, my carefree days of youthful innocence would be gone forever.

Unfortunately, I had made a memorable impression on the kingdom’s young Prince Jisung, even though I was unable to recognize him at the time. But I still could’ve never anticipated a marriage proposal at his behest. Especially when I opened the door to the small cottage that I shared with my family while greeting one of the King’s royal viziers. He wore all black to match the sardonic look on his weathered face as he handed me a summoning to the court.

The recollection still haunted me to this day, and I found myself on the receiving end of several visits from Jisung leading up to our marriage date. At first, I feigned illness whenever he came to the cottage, ignoring the sharp looks from my mother who was simply awe-struck that a member of the royal family had chosen to wed me. But in spite of my arguments, my mother eventually forced me to accompany the Prince on one of his excursions to the countryside, and it was with great reluctance that I drug myself downstairs to meet him.

“You don’t look sick,” Jisung remarked as if he knew that I had been feigning my weakened condition.

“How would you know?” I returned, wincing when I felt my mother’s grip tighten around my arm.

Jisung smiled at the question, bowing his head politely in my mother’s direction. “I’d like to take you on a walk with me, Y/N.”

I scoffed at the suggestion, but my mother cleared her throat. “She would be honored. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” I forced myself to nod, glaring at Jisung who still somehow managed a smile.

However, despite my best attempts to ignore him, Jisung made that extremely difficult by launching himself into polite conversation. He talked about his forthcoming nomination because the King would officially announce him as the successor to the throne. I noticed that he seemed incredibly proud of the statement, but I couldn’t find it in myself to share the same sentiment since I thought that it was nothing to brag about considering his place of privilege.

“I’ve been waiting to see you again,” Jisung said, leading his horse by its reins as we walked along the riverside. “If we’re to be married, then we should learn more about one another.”

I frowned at the comment, running my hand alongside the mare’s neck as I rode on the saddle. “Is that what you want?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Jisung asked, bringing us to a stop next to a pasture. He held out his hand for me, and I reluctantly allowed him to help me down. “I can sense reluctance on your part,” Jisung whispered into my ear, and I shivered at the accurate assessment.

“It was an unexpected arrangement, your majesty,” I said, and I tried to pull away from him even as his hold remained firm.

“When I met you, Y/N, I knew that I had found somebody who could stand by my side as a fearless partner,” Jisung said. “You didn’t even recognize me as the Prince, unlike those other girls in the villages who swarm around me whenever I visit on behalf of my father.”

“Partnership,” I enunciated carefully, “is the most that you’ll ever have from me.”

“It’s enough for me, Y/N,” Jisung said. “Love cannot be bought or manufactured, but I hope that your feelings for me will grow in the future.”

He smiled at me again, releasing my hand to walk towards the river. I watched him cautiously because, for the first time since we had met, I felt something akin to respect after hearing the prince’s expectations. Perhaps there was potential in our union, but only time could truly reveal those layered secrets.

On the morning of my wedding, I found it suddenly very difficult to breathe. It was a combination of my impending nuptials and the tight corset wrapped around my chest. So, I closed my eyes, trying to control my fluttering heart, but it was hard to concentrate amidst the flurry of handmaidens moving about the room. “Miss Y/N,” one of them said. “You look beautiful.”

At her declaration, I glanced at the mirror and frowned because I could barely recognize myself underneath the layers of beauty products and the expensive gown constricting my form. “I guess I’m ready,” I whispered, and I allowed one of the girls to grab my hand, guiding me out of the room.

It was a torturous walk to the throne room, feeling my heart beating thunderously against my breastbone. I focused on my breathing, and allowing one step at a time to lead me closer to the blaring music that was playing from the church organ. “We’re here,” the handmaiden said, releasing my hand and reaching out for the massive doors, pushing them open to reveal a crowded room full of distinguished guests and royals. I didn’t recognize any of their faces, but I found a strange solace in Jisung’s appearance as he beamed at me from the stage. “You’ll be fine, Y/N,” I tried to reassure myself, proceeding down the carpeted aisle, keeping my head held high because I refused to feel intimidated.

“Beautiful,” Jisung declared when I was finally close enough to hear him, and I quickly turned my head to look at the priest and avoid the heated look in his gaze.

The priest commenced with the regular script, holding out his hands as if he were to embrace us, but I was frozen to my spot. Instead, I tried to focus on the sunlight streaming in from the windows in long, angular rivulets of fantastic colors. It was a useful distraction, and I even failed to notice Jisung who had suddenly defied the priest’s direct order for silence. He leaned in closer to speak above the priest who continued leading the ceremony. “Don’t be nervous. I’ll always protect you,” Jisung promised me and, perhaps if I ignored the crown resting on top of his head, I could imagine that we were just a boy and a girl who were about to embark on a glorious partnership for the rest of their lives.

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #stray kids oneshot #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids scenarios #stray kids royalty au #stray kids han #han jisung fanfic #stray kids han fanfic #han jisung oneshot

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anystalker707 · 4 years

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Lights, camera and fuck off (2/4)

Pairing: Gerard Way x Fem Reader Word count: ~ 1 600 Genre: Fluff Requested on Wattpad Summary: Basically just a cute day between Gerard and Reader.

"It's fine here," I tell Gerard as seeing we're already near enough to the building, "it'll be difficult to park there. Also, you don't need to pick me up later. I know the guys are coming over and I need to do some other things, anyways, so it won't be a problem." I smile at him as the car finally comes to a stop.

Gerard turns to me with a smile, his grip around the steering wheel loosening, "are you sure? I can still do it, tho, if you want."

"No, it's fine," I reassure him - sometimes I feel like he'd do anything for me if he could or if I let him. "Anyways, do I look fine? Is my hair okay? The lipstick?" Holding my phone up, I observe myself through the reflex, taking a last check on myself.

"No," he answers, "something's missing." Before I'm able to ask what's it, Gerard's fingers grab my jaw, making me turn to him, and he places his lips over mine. A wordless way of reassuring me and certainly one of the most effective. He pulls away with a small smile, rubbing the corner of my bottom lip with his thumb, "now you are."

A blush takes over my cheeks as I smile, gazing at him adoringly. "'Love you," I say while leaving the car, hearing his faint love you too after I close the door.

"And do you have any goal? Would you like to work on something apart from Umbrella?" The interviewer asks with a wide smile and a good mood. Unlike most of the times, the interviewer is someone who actually understands the subject he's talking about and his eyes flash more admiration than ambition. Actually, the whole mood is more casual - the live interview happening in the headquarters of the news platform, with a small public who was notified about it a couple of days ago, but most of it certainly is watching through the internet.

"Practically pleading for a role in a BBC series or in a Marvel or DC movie. It'd be nice being the Doctor or some other superhero," I say sheepishly, earning some appreciative words from the people gathered around us with their phones in hands. "But I couldn't wish anything better than working in Umbrella, that's for sure," I grin proudly. "It's been my passion since it was firstly published."

"I understand," he raises his eyebrows briefly, nodding. "And," he takes a glance at the paper cards he's got in hand, "what are you doing now, until you start filming Umbrella's next season?"

"Though I've already been indicated for a few series and movies, but I'm going to spare some time so I can tag along with MCR for at least a part of the tour," there's certain smugness in my voice, but I can't help it, it's not everyone who has a chance like this.

"Oh, really?" The interviewer says; at the same time some muttering starts between the public. "You're doing it?"

"Hah," I breathe out, furrowing my eyebrows at him in certain disbelief, "I've been waiting for this for six years, of course I wouldn't lose the chance. The return concert was already amazing, I can't wait to see them on tour. Not to mention I never got to see them live before the break up, so... It'll certainly be a good experience." The mention of it makes anxiety start bubbling in my stomach once again, pretty much like every time I think about it. The thought makes me so happy.

"Ah, are you comfortable to talk about your relationship?" He asks carefully, still not seeming completely secure after I give a small nod - though he seems sweet until now, I'm mentally wishing he doesn't start with these repetitive or too intrusive questions. "Hows it dealing with all the repercussion?"

"Oh, well," I throw my head back, scratching my neck in thought. "It's annoying sometimes, but negative comments are common, aren't them?" I throw a hand in the air, shrugging, "we can't please everyone. And, about the ones who just want to annoy, I hope they grow empathy at some point."

With a smile, I turn to one of the cameras, internally wishing the shoes fit and people do stop it. "C'mon, I don't understand what's all the fuss about while people's always spreading about acceptance, but can't accept this. How much of hypocrites are y'all?" I chuckle, though really meaning it - my words receive another wave of appreciative comments from the people.

"Oh my God, do you fucking live here now? It looks like you own the place!" Frank says from the couch in a playfully indignant tone as seeing me closing the door behind me. Mikey cracks a chuckle, greeting me with a small nod.

Playing along, I roll my eyes dramatically, "yes, motherfucker, now I own everything, even the band and I'm kicking you out of it," I point a finger at Frank, narrowing my eyes - he gasps offended; all I do is to chuckle. I'm halfway up the stairs, about to question where's Gerard when he walks out of the kitchen. "Sup, king," I say, earning a reprehending look for him as he places a hand on his hip; he ends up giving up with a smile after I chuckle.

The guys are talking when I make my way back downstairs - having changed and left my bag upstairs - so I just greet Ray back with a wave when he sees me walking to the kitchen. Thankfully, the week hasn't been too busy for any one of us, so Gerard and I have been spending more time together.

It makes me smile a bit seeing they remembered of me since, even having four used cups of coffee inside the sink, there's still some coffee in the jar. A vapor comes from the drink as I pour it in my mug and bring it with me as I move to the counter. A couple of magazines rest over the marble surface, I them left there once walking in the room - one is mine and other Gerard's, since the publishing house always provides the editions when we give interviews like this.

There's a picture of Gerard and me on the cover, a very beautiful one. A few pages in the middle of the magazine are reserved to the other photos we took, along with the interview. Everyone shall be happy now, with all the so much wanted answers. At least there was someone who was nice enough to not simply throw repetitive rude questions at us.

"Hey, sugar," Gerard's voice is suddenly next to my ear while he wraps his arms around my waist - the silence coming from the other rooms lead me to believe the others left already. Exhaling, I lean back against him with a pleased hum, but it turns into a desperate one after he places a kiss on my neck, tickling me. He lets out the sweetest giggle ever and I can't help but to melt, pecking his cheek.

"Look," I say, placing my mug on the counter then taking the magazine in hand, "is it fine? I'm still thinking it looks a bit weird." Anyways, it's practically the exact same with every other picture, I guess. The more I look at it, the worse it gets.

"No, it's perfect," he says in that specific tone, signing I can't argue back because these are facts. It should be difficult to believe him - because he's the kind of person who is right even against googled info - but it's actually easy and feels like he's telling me the obvious. "You're perfect." He tells me and I blush, placing the magazine back down on the counter.

Smiling, I place a kiss on his lips and move away to finish drinking my coffee and put the mug in the sink. Gerard has his phone in hand when I turn around, probably taking a pic of the magazines to post it somewhere.

I gaze at him for a moment and decide to go to the back garden, sitting down on a bench. He's walking through the doorway not long later and, as soon as he sits down, I move to lay on the bench, in a way my head's on his lap - the concrete is warm against my back. He lets out a small hum at me, caressing my cheek with his knuckles.

Everything is so peaceful. I can't really define if everything is really that good or if it's due to me finally being able to rest after such a busy day. The day is warm, with a light breeze - sighing, I close my eyes, allowing myself to just enjoy it and Gerard's presence.

I'm able to sense him moving and, cracking an eye open, there's him holding his phone over me. "Gerard," I say in a playful warning tone, "you're not recording me to post it, are you? I'm tired of seeing random videos of me on your story whenever I get on Instagram." I breathe a chuckle, actually loving all the attention I receive, though I'm not really worthy of it.

"Art's made to be appreciated," he answers simply, cupping my face, rubbing his thumb over my cheek.

"And I guess I'll never appreciate you enough," I answer, smiling.

#mcr #x reader #mcr x reader #imagine #my chemical romance #gerard way #gerard way x reader #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #writing #emo #my post

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bigheartedsky · 4 years

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3:00AM

Pairings: Rivals to lovers!; dance major!Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff (some Angst and teasing too)

Word Count: 7.4k+

Warnings: other than Y/N and Jimin yelling at each other nothing I think?

Summary: Jimin and you had been at each others throats ever since you stepped foot in the same university. No one - not even you two - knew why exactly, but the fact that you both were at the top of your modern dance class was explanation enough for everyone. You guys were rivals. But given your similar styles in dance it wasn’t surprising that your professor chose to pair you guys up for the upcoming show. Will you survive having to work together with Jimin or will you kill each other in the process?

a/n: here is another one shot! This time it’s Chimchims turn hehe. Thanks to the beautiful @yeontanismypresident for beta reading again. You’re a HUGE help!! HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!!

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„Okay, everyone! Gather around!” your professor for modern dance exclaimed loud enough to overpower the music. The music got cut off, and as soon as that happened, your partner just dropped you, not caring how harsh your landing would be. Which indeed was a quite painful one. You glared at his back while he made his way over to the professor.

“Yah! Park Jimin!” you yelled after him, but he just ignored you. You hated this. Why was he your partner out of everyone? While you were still trying to figure out your wrongdoings in life to deserve all this, you could hear some of the girls swoon over Jimin, eyeing him like he was a three-course meal. It made you even angrier, thinking about how popular he was despite the obvious mistreatment he was giving you.

“Hey, Y/N! That also counts for you!” you heard your professor tell you while waving you over to them, strictly. Anger was boiling up in you. Quickly standing up, you went to complain to your professor, still rubbing your hurting bum from the collision with the ground.

“If he would stop carelessly dropping me all the time, I would be able to come over quicker.” you pointed at Jimin, but that boy just scoffed.

“If you can’t even manage to improvise a proper landing, why bother taking this class? You can’t blame me for your lack of skills.” Jimin answered with a cold stare at you – nothing like the loving gaze he gave you while dancing the choreography a little bit earlier. You were fuming with anger.

“You-!!”

“That’s enough, you two. Can you try sorting your differences out? This isn’t kindergarten. I expect of you to act like professionals or else I’m going to kick you both out of the show. Jimin, you’re going to properly put her down. If I see you dropping her on purpose one more time, I’m making you run laps around the dance department until you drop. These kinds of things are not funny, you can injure your partner like that.” Professor Jung scolded both of you. You both simply answered with a small “Yes, professor.” Before glaring at each other again for talking at the same time.

“Now let’s talk about today’s lesson….”

You spaced out, still glaring at Jimin's profile.

How did I end up in this situation? Why do I have to play friendly with him? God, I hate him. I hate you Park Jimin!!

He suddenly looked at you, smirking provocatively. Blood shot to your cheeks for getting caught like that, while he motioned for you to look at the front instead of his face. The professor suddenly dismissed the class, and you got ready to go, taking your bag and water bottle.

“Jimin and Y/N. I want you to stay behind and practice some more. Work on your teamwork.” professor Jung said in a tone that didn’t leave any space for complaints even if he saw the way your faces scrunched up in annoyance.

“But professor I have to-“

“No, Y/N. You don’t have to do anything except get your shit together. I want you to really think about what’s your problem with each other, and if you can’t solve it, at least ignore it until the show is over.”

With those words, he left you and Jimin behind in the room. Jimin groaned in annoyance.

“Why do you always have to complain about trifles?” he ran his fingers through his hair while looking away from you, stating this more than questioning.

“Trifles?? You’re the one always picking a fight with me! You didn’t need to let go off me like I was some kind of gross, poisonous- …something! God, I hate you so much.”

“Well, then we’re at least on the same page with one thing, because I hate you just as much!” he walked up to you, glaring down at you once he arrived. “Like what’s your fucking problem?”

“My problem?? You’ve been trying to annoy me ever since I joined this class! Who wouldn’t hate an annoying asshole like yourself that only knows how to fuck around with people?!” Jimin started grinning, not believing what he just heard. He threw his head back scoffing, tongue poking his cheek from the inside.

“So, you’re still not over that? Come on, Y/N. Just because you saw me fooling around at a party shortly after your arrival, doesn’t mean I’m always that irresponsible. And I can’t believe that that actually bothers you. Jealous or what?”

“JEALOUS?!” you yelled, shocked at his presumption. Now you were the one scoffing and looking away in annoyance. You let out a shaky breath out of anger before looking back at him.

“Yah, Park Jimin. I know you think you’re all great, and every girl loves you, but honestly, you’re really not my type.”

“Not your type, huh? So why do you blush whenever I catch you staring at me? And why does your heart beat so fast when I hold you close?” you looked at him open-mouthed, before starting to blush and look away. He started smirking as soon as you looked away. Thinking about a good answer, you stayed quiet for a second before looking at him again.

“Of course, my heart is beating fast because we’re DANCING, Jimin. Don’t push your ego with that. And I don’t blush! I’m red with- …. anger!” you state, brushing against his shoulder harshly when you made your way past him. “If that’s all you have to say, then I’m outta here. I’m not gonna stay just for you to make fun of me.”

Suddenly his hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you back. You stumbled against his chest, and he held you there as if he was scared of losing you if he let go. Heart rate increasing, you looked around in confusion until your eyes met with your reflection. The way he was holding you – arms wrapped around your upper body so that each hand was holding onto one of your arms and head buried in your neck – made you blush. It looked so loving. You readied yourself to push him away, but the way his voice sounded, saying his next words, you paused.

“Don’t go.” Jimin whispered quietly, barely loud enough for you to hear. Worry was everything you felt that moment, not caring about your fight a few seconds ago. You ignored your rapidly beating heart, and the way every part of your body that he touched started burning up and just tried to focus on figuring out what was going on.

“J-Jimin?” you asked carefully. He let out a shaky breath against your neck as if he was struggling to find the right words. Your hands involuntarily grabbed onto his shirt on each side of his torso. A shiver crept up your spine, but you tried to make it as inconspicuous as possible.

“Is everything alright?” you heard yourself asking. Jimin suddenly started shaking with his whole body. “J-Jimin??” genuinely worried you tried to look at him, but he wouldn’t let you. You tried to see his expression in the mirror, but it was covered by your body.

“You are so….” he finally spoke laughing lightly, “easy to fool.”

Huh?

He started laughing while letting you go. You stood in front of him, completely confused until it hit you.

That asshole was acting?!?! He wasn’t shaking, he was laughing?!

Jimin held his stomach laughing at you, now one step far away.

“Wow, you were genuinely concerned for me there? I’m honored. You know you can be really cute – when you’re not complaining that is.” he looked you in the eyes, grinning cheekily while leaning forward to face you on eye level. What he said next was just a quiet whisper, making you question if he really said it. Your whole body was starting to burn up – but this time purely with anger.

“It’s nice to know that I have such an effect on you – even making you shiver like that.”

“Wha-?!” you shoved him away from you, making him stumble backwards. “That wasn’t because of you!! It’s damn cold in here and unlike you, I’m not wearing a sweater! Don’t flatter yourself!”, your face was burning up. You never felt so embarrassed and exposed.

I’m such a fool for actually worrying.

“Tell me what you want, Y/L/N. I know what I felt. So much to ‘my heart’s beating fast because we’re dancing’”

“I hate you.”, you turned on your heels, taking your bag and leaving the room.

Jimin waited until you were gone before dropping down in a crouching position and running his hands over his face. He then ran one of them through his hair, looking at himself in the mirror.

“What are you doing, Park Jimin...?”, he asked, sighing, lightly laughing at himself. “That was close…”

You almost ran to your dorm, wanting to get away from that place as soon as possible and just talk to your best friend about everything. The door’s slamming sound as you walked in your shared dorm room was enough for your bestie to know what was going on.

“Let me guess…. Park Jimin?”

“Ding Ding Ding! The winner gets 100 points.”, you answer sarcastically, falling backwards on your bed.

“What did he do this time?”

“Well, first. He dropped me during class AGAIN and picked a fight with me afterwards, resulting in us having to stay longer. And second….”, you hesitated. How can you word this without it sounding weird?

“Second?”, Sam looked at you – now all of her attention was on you instead of the homework she was doing before. She immediately sensed that something was up.

“He suddenly hugged me – and I don’t mean that friendly kinda hug we do – no, like he full on hugged me like a – a…“, struggling with the right word to use, Sam came to help you.

“lover?”

“Yes!”, you sat up pointing at her, but then realized what that sounded like, looking shocked. Sam looked at you knowingly, raising an eyebrow. “Wait, no! Don’t look at me like that. He was just acting. He wanted to tease me! What an asshole would do that!”

“So, let me get this straight. Park Jimin – the guy that made you sign up at this school, but you strangely hate now – came up to you to hug you – like really hug you, just to tease you. And that actually worked on you.”

“Yes. I mean, no! God, I don’t know.”

“Uh-huh…”, your friend eyed you down, making you feel as if you were under an X-Ray – no chance of hiding anything. You stayed silent, and she kept waiting for you to say whatever it was on your mind at that moment, watching how you chewed on your lower lip. A habit you always showed when something was bugging you.

“Did you ever feel anything while dancing with a guy in class?”, you looked at Sam, desperate for her to tell you the answer you hoped she would give you. But, of course, she didn’t.

“Hm… Other than when I dance with my boyfriend – no.”, she smiled at you with pity in her eyes while you let yourself fall back on your bed groaning.

That evening you had trouble falling asleep – tossing and turning around every few minutes. Looking at your phone, you noted that it was already 1:36AM. Finally, being fed up with laying around and staring at your ceiling, you got up and got dressed in black pants, sports bra, and a simple oversized flannel, making your way to the one place that always helped you destress – and the only place you could figure was still open at this hour.

The music was blasting in the dance club. It wasn’t one of those types of clubs where everyone was grinding on each other – no, it was a club specifically for people like you that genuinely enjoyed dancing, especially to K-pop. You’ve been learning choreographies by watching dance practices of idols ever since you were a kid, and when you discovered this club, it made you immediately feel at home, making you come here as often as possible.

“Jin-oppa!” you exclaimed smiling, seeing your favorite bartender working today.

“Oh, Y/N! Didn’t expect seeing you again so early. Something happened?” he was joking, already pouring you your favorite drink, but you couldn’t hide the fact that he actually hit the nail on the head.

“Don’t even get me started.” You replied, sighing.

“Ooh. That bad? Don’t tell me that boy you told me about still bullies you. If he does, I’m gonna come to your next practice and-“

“It’s okay!” you said, now really smiling happily because of Jin’s brotherly protectiveness.

“Okay, but this drink is on me. I don’t like that sulky face of yours.”

“Thank you.” Taking a few sips of your drink, you continued talking to Jin for a while before hearing Block Bs ‘Shall we dance’ start playing. You couldn’t help yourself and sway to the music until Jin urged you into going on the dance floor while he looks after your drink. Not needing to be told twice, you stood up grinning and opened up your flannel because you were sure that your temperature would rise in the next few minutes. You fell in with the other people dancing while tying your hair up in a high ponytail. Everyone was freestyling to the music until the refrain came on – which everyone knew the choreography to. You were laughing while dancing, interacting with the people around you – especially one guy wearing a mask and base cap, who danced incredibly well – not noticing how someone’s eyes were fixed on you.

The base-cap-guy paused when you first turned towards him but fell in with your dance shortly after, harmonizing perfectly with your style. You both improvised some hip-hop moves, but when the refrain came on, you faced each other mirroring the one in front of you.

After enjoying dancing with the base-cap-guy for a few more songs, you went back to Jin, gulping down your drink before telling him that you’re going to go to the toilet and get some fresh air afterwards. He just gave you a thumbs-up, too busy to actually reply at that moment.

Checking yourself in the mirror in the bathroom, you noticed how sweaty you actually were, making you laugh at yourself. You threw some water at your face, not really caring what you looked like since you weren’t out to impress anyone, to cool down a little. It was almost 3AM, you noticed, looking at your phone for a moment while leaving the room.

Explains why I’m slowly feeling tired…

“Nice dancing back there.” A male voice called out to you from behind. Slightly startled, you turned around to face him, trying to figure out if you knew the guy.

“Uh…Thanks?” you replied, a little bit confused but polite. Taking a closer look at him now, you were certain that you never met him before.

“How about you show me some more of those moves?” he asked, licking his lips while grabbing your hips slightly. You immediately swatted his hands away, taking a step back.

“No. And don’t touch me!” all alarm bells were ringing in your head. He grinned slightly and tried to hold you again. You were looking to your left, where you could see Jin being busy working. In your mind, you prayed he would notice – someone would notice. He grabbed you harshly again, making you look at him.

“Come on, baby. Don’t be shy.” You were about to reply when another hand pulled you back so that someone was standing right between you and the stranger. It was a man, a little bit taller than you, and after looking at his back for a moment, you recalled him as the base-cap-guy from before.

“She said ‘no’.” he said sternly, staring down the man who tried to touch you. Your eyes widened upon hearing him speak.

That voice….

You stared at the back of his head while the guy went away, cursing under his breath. The base-cap-guy was still holding onto your wrist while staring at the man leaving – just to make sure that he really was leaving.

“…. Park Jimin?” his whole body froze. It took a few moments of silence before he started pulling you to the big balcony of the club – used as a seating area in the warmer seasons. You let him drag you there, waiting for his response. As soon as you arrived at the railing of the balcony, he let go of your wrist and took off his mask. At first, he didn’t look at you, and you just waited until he was ready to talk.

“Sorry, I-“ he started, now turning to face you. “I didn’t want to hide who I am from you. It’s just that…”

“You wanted to tease me again?”

“No!”

“Then, are you sick?”

“What? No.”

“Then what is this all about, Jimin?”

“I’m embarrassed!” he suddenly exclaimed. You were taken aback. For a moment, you didn’t know what to say, before you tilted your head, scoffing.

“Why?”

“Why? Because my friends would start making fun of me if they knew I was coming here. I don’t want to deal with that so I just... wear a mask.” He leaned on the railing, looking into the distance. Somehow for the first time since you got involved with Jimin, you could relate to him 100%. So instead of teasing him about it, you chose to just be honest and vulnerable with him.

“I understand what you mean.” Jimin’s head turned to face you abruptly. Utter surprise was plastered on his face. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re not the only one with an image to uphold here.” You laughed a little at him before also leaning on the railing, mimicking his position. He slowly started facing the distance again.

“I guess we’re not that different after all.” Jimin replied, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“I guess not. Except for the gender part of course.” You both laughed a little at your comment. He let his head fall down while laughing, looking at you from the side after. There was a short pleasant silence between you. “But you really shouldn’t have to hide something you love. You seemed to really enjoy yourself back there. And you were good.”

“Was that a compliment just now?” he smirked at you, and you just nudged his shoulder with yours.

“Don’t get used to it.” You rolled your eyes. “But yes, that was a compliment. Honestly, I think that was the first time we ever really danced with each other. I mean yes, we do every practice, but this time we really danced with each other. And I’m not gonna lie to you – it was fun.”

“I had fun, too.” He admitted to you, making you look at him. He returned your look smiling for a moment before looking in the distance again. He sighed.

“Where did we go wrong?” Jimin expressed his inner thoughts, “I mean, why do we hate each other?” You continued to stare at his profile, your heart beating faster again. You never thought that he actually spent time thinking about this.

“I guess the first impression I left wasn’t the best, huh?” he added quietly.

“No, that’s not it…” you sighed while turning to face him completely now. “The very first impression I got of you was… amazing.”

“Oh… so you… like that kind of stuff?” Jimin looked at you smirking but furrowing his brows in confusion. He turned to face you completely too, laughing a little to himself. You smacked his chest while laughing.

“No! Idiot. I’m talking about way before that.” Turning to the railing to hold onto it while talking, you started remembering your last few years of high school. “The first time I saw you was in my second year of high school. It was the year of your graduation, and all the graduates prepared this special stage to entertain the school on their last day. When I saw you dance on that stage… god, I wanted to be up there with you so bad. Just dance my heart out to the music. It was incredible. That was actually the moment I chose to pursue dance as a career.”

He stared at you in disbelieve. You were at this university, pursuing dance, just because of him? He didn’t know what to say, feeling too overwhelmed with this information.

“But I guess you don’t remember me. We weren’t in the same grade anyways.”

“I do!” he startled you with his urgent-sounding answer, making you look at him in surprise immediately. “I do remember you. You were always dancing whenever we had a break, and you thought no one watched you. I’ve seen you do it a couple of times, and I wanted to talk to you so many times, but I… ugh.” Jimin looked away, embarrassed about his confession, scratching his neck. “I really wanted to become friends with you.” He mumbled quietly. You started smiling.

How ironic.

“I did too.”

“A-And that thing that happened at that party!! That girl was actually forcing a kiss on me… She was extremely drunk, and I pushed her off as soon as I could, but I didn’t want to hurt her so…. I guess it looked really weird. You can ask my hyungs if you don’t believe me! They saw everything.” You weren’t expecting him to try to explain that situation, but somehow it made you feel at ease. Back then, seeing your role model fool around with a girl like a playboy in a frat house, made you actually feel so sick that every time you saw him again, your whole stomach twisted.

“What I’ve been meaning to say. It wasn’t that thing at the party that made me ‘hate’ you back then. I mean, yes, it was a reason for me to lose some of the respect I held for you, but it wasn’t all that bad. No…. it was the expectations. Everyone started comparing us with each other, stating our pros and cons and debating about who is better. I hated that. At some point it made me almost lose my mind, practicing 24/7 just so I wouldn’t stand back.” You didn’t know why you were telling him all of this. Maybe it was because of the time. You once read somewhere that the 3AM version of a person was one of the most real, most vulnerable and honest versions you could ever experience. And the way you and Jimin talked right now made you wonder if maybe this was the only time you had a chance to fix your relationship.

“Yea. I get that. When people started comparing our skills like that, it annoyed the hell out of me. I guess we both projected our annoyance and anger at the wrong person, huh? I’m glad you told me. I actually always wondered what I did to make you so mad at me.” Jimin smiled at you, suddenly making up his mind and holding out his hand to you.

“How about we start over?” he asked cheerfully. You looked at his hand, confused for a second before smiling back at him and shaking his hand.

“You’re right. Let’s start over.”

He walked you to your dorm that evening – just to make sure you were arriving safely – wishing you a good night before turning around to go home. You stared at his back, thinking, before calling out to him.

“Yah, Park Jimin!” he turned around, smirking.

“What now, Y/L/N?”

“Thank you for saving me earlier…” a very happy grin spread on his face, making you blush in return.

“My pleasure.” He shouted back at you happily before continuing his walk home.

Cute… you thought while slowly making your way in the dorm.

The next day your sleep was rudely interrupted by your best friend ripping open the curtains. You started groaning, pulling the blanket over your head, but she was having none of it. Sam yanked your blanket out of your grasp.

“Oh no, stop groaning. It’s your own fault for going clubbing on a school night.”, she sat on the bed next to your body, patting your leg to make you stay awake. “Come on, class starts in less than an hour, and I know you’ll be grumpy if you don’t eat before that. Also, you have to explain to me why Park Jimin came around this morning to bring you your scrunchie.” Now you were awake. You sat up abruptly, making you dizzy and regret doing that.

“He did what?!”

Damn it, I forgot he was holding onto it while I buttoned up my flannel…

Sam had the most shit-eating grin on her face, reminding you too much of her endlessly teasing boyfriend Jungkook.

“So that’s how you ‘resolve your problems’ with Jimin, huh? How was he?” you looked at her surprised.

“You totally got the wrong idea! We did not do anything of that sort. What the hell, Sam?” you shoved her playfully while both of you laughed a little.

“So, then what happened? Come on, you know I won’t stop asking until you tell me.”

“Well…” so you told her everything that happened. How you guys danced, how he protected you, and how you talked until 5AM, ending with him bringing you home. Sam started squealing, completely excited. You just smiled like an idiot, rolling your eyes and getting up to get dressed.

“OHHH Y/N!! That’s so great, so there might still be a chance for the two of you??”

“Chance for what, Sam? It’s a start to maybe finally get along with each other. Nothing else. If you’re referring to that crush I had forever ago – that is history.” You tried convincing your roommate – and yourself.

You had no expectations at all when you entered the practice room that afternoon. However, you still found yourself surprised when Jimin suddenly greeted you with a small smile playing on his lips.

“Hey.”

“Hi…” you replied with a small smile yourself. Everyone that noticed your little exchange, stared at you guys in disbelief. Jimin got called over by one of his friends a moment later, but he still smiled at you for a moment before making his way over. Your eyes followed him before you looked at the ground, smiling to yourself and putting down your bag next to his. Some of the girls started whispering, and you could feel their eyes on you.

If looks could kill…

Jimin came jogging back to you a few minutes later.

“Do you wanna warm up together?” he asked you. You looked up at him, still crouching on the ground while taking out your water bottle from your bag.

“Sure.” You smiled at him before getting up to start the warmup. To say that this time the practice was a little better would be highly understated. It was a complete 180 change to before. Even your professor noticed the change in attitudes and praised you both for portraying the feelings of the choreography so well. You were both beaming with pride, smiling at each other, and thanking the professor for his compliments.

Maybe there really still is a chance… you caught yourself thinking while looking at how Jimin excitedly talked to his friends about how well the practice went today. You paused.

“What the hell are you thinking, Y/N….?” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head slightly.

After that, things with Jimin continued to get better and better. Your teamwork and the whole atmosphere of your dance improved every time, even making your professor believe you were actually in love at some point because of the great acting. Apart from the dance class, you and Jimin also started practicing alone almost every day, going to the K-Club right after to grab a drink and something to eat. You could almost say that you guys became friends. The only reason why you couldn’t call Jimin your friend yet was your own insecurity. You felt too insecure thinking about the mean things he said and always questioned if maybe some of those things he actually meant.

That was until one day.

You were at the risk of showing up too late for the dance practice because your boss at your part-time job insisted on you staying until your co-worker arrived. Running all the way there, you arrived just in time, but you paused at the cracked open door when you heard your name being said in a conversation.

“Y/N is not even that talented and still she gets to dance with Jimin. That’s really not fair to him. He gets dragged down because of her.” A sharp pain went through your heart.

Is that really what everyone is thinking?

“Right, she couldn’t even stick the landing right after the lift even though it’s such an easy one. And have you seen her-“ a loud bang could be heard, making you jump. Looking through the crack, your eyes found Jimin facing the two girls that just talked about you, and it seemed like he had thrown his bag right in front of them harshly.

“Don’t talk about things you have no clue about! None of you got the second-highest ranking at school last semester. It was her! How about you try to not act all snooty just because you’re jealous. It’s pathetic.” Jimin practically yelled at them at first, saying the last words quieter but just as sharp. The girls shut up immediately, looking down embarrassed. You felt relief spread through your whole body, tears gathering in your eyes.

Jimin...

Jimin started walking towards the door you were hiding behind. He opened it and saw you immediately, panicking about how much you heard.

“Y/N…” he breathed out surprised, but you just hugged him. Needing some time to process why you were acting this way, he started to hug you back. “Come on, you just made it in time. Professor Jung hasn’t arrived yet.” you let go of him, nodded, and went inside, starting to chat with him and everyone except for the still very quiet two girls.

“Now, now! Everyone quiet down!” your professor called out as he made his way into the room. You sat next to Jimin on the floor, looking expectantly at professor Jung.

“As you know, the show is in two days’ time. So that means the next 48 hours I want you to not get injured, practice some more with your partner, and especially get a good night of sleep before D-Day! The rehearsal will be at 11AM at the big theater, and the show will start at 5PM that afternoon. Don’t forget your costumes and props. For today, since everything already seems to go perfectly fine without me having to butt in, I only want you to practice the routines once more with everyone. I won’t tell you to practice individually – you have to decide that on your own. I’ll see you at the rehearsal, kiddos.”

And with that, he made his way out of the room. As told by your professor, you all rehearsed the whole piece a couple of times before everyone either started going home or decided to practice on their own.

Jimin and you also decided to practice some more, choosing a secluded practice room to fully concentrate. You both went all out with your emotions this time, fully playing the lovers in despair part. And as he was lifting you right at the beginning of your part, and hugging you close, you found yourself forgetting that this wasn’t real. The way he looked at you. The way he touched you. The way he held you. It all seemed so real. It made you feel loved, and in return it also made you feel love for him. But it wasn’t just the way he was dancing. His laugh, the way he talked when he was passionate about something, how his eyes disappeared when he started smiling brightly – all of this was the cause of the misery you found yourself in. You were falling for Park Jimin.

As the song ended, you both stood in position, facing each other and leaning your foreheads against each other. His hand grabbed your arm slightly as if he didn’t want to let go – which was part of the choreography. You both breathed hard from dancing so much, slowly opening your eyes to look at each other. Jimin was still looking at you full of love, and you couldn’t avoid completely losing yourself in his eyes. Both of you slowly started leaning in, eyes glancing at each other’s lips as suddenly ‘Shall we Dance’ started blasting through the music system. Both of you just started laughing while Jimin jogged to his phone to turn it off.

“I think we’re ready for the show. How about we both rest tomorrow so that we can start the rehearsal with full energy?” Jimin asked while disconnecting his phone from the music system. You needed a second to compose yourself before answering.

“Good idea. Sam asked me to finally go eat with her again anyway. Do you maybe want to come, too?” you blushed while adding the last question.

“Won’t I be a disturbance?”

“No, you would actually save me from sitting across her and Jungkook being all lovey-dovey throughout the whole meal. I mean, they will still do that, but then at least I’m not alone.” He started smirking.

“Oh, so I’m your boyfriend-substitute? Y/N, if you want to go on a date with me, you just have to ask.” He was teasing you, but you found yourself wishing he meant it.

“Haha, very funny.” You roll your eyes at him. “If you don’t want to come, I’ll just ask Jin-oppa if he wants to.” You shrug while packing your bag to leave the room, leaving Jimin behind who started panicking immediately.

“Wait! I didn’t mean it like that! Of course, I’m coming along. You need your savior right by your side in case someone wants to attack you again, and Jin-hyung won’t be of any help there. He’s a scaredy-cat.”

During your little double ‘date’ Jimin found himself wondering if that’s what it is like to be your boyfriend. He had been thinking about asking you out for a while, but because of your complicated history and how he messed up before, he didn’t want to risk his second chance with you too soon by making you uncomfortable with his real feelings for you. However, after that last practice, Jimin considered that maybe you wouldn’t be against a date with him. So, he made up his mind. After the show the next day he would ask you to go on a date with him.

“We’re gonna go to JKs place for a movie night. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Don’t wait up for me.” Sam winked at you while telling you this, walking next to you – arms intertwined.

“So, you’re off to bang with your boyfriend instead of spending the one free evening your best friend has with her? So much loyalty…” you said dripping with sarcasm.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you don’t get any. But maybe he can help you with that.” Sam nodded her head in Jimin’s direction, who was walking a few steps ahead of you next to Jungkook, talking excitedly with him about something. You hit her shoulder.

“Stop saying stuff like that!” you exclaimed in a whiny voice a little bit too loud while Sam just started laughing. The boys stopped, waiting for you two and looking at you questioningly. You just waved them off.

“It’s nothing.” You blushed, not being able to look at Jimin. He nodded, accepting the fact that you don’t want to say it, and you were more than thankful for that. Sam and Jungkook said their goodbyes to you shortly after, and you watched them go – her clinging onto his arm while leaning her head on his shoulder for a moment and him looking at her with eyes full of love right after. Jimin noticed your look, eyeing your profile attentively.

“You okay?” he asked you.

“Yea, it’s just…” you smiled. “I’m really happy she found someone that makes her comfortable just being herself.” Jimin couldn’t help the smile that was spreading on his lips, looking at you the same way Jungkook looked at Sam.

“You will find someone like that, too. Maybe he’s even closer than you think.” You heard his voice, making you turn your head to face him slowly.

Is he referring to… no, it can’t be.

“Or she. If you’re in that chapter.” He shrugged, teasing you again, and you just nudged his shoulder.

“Idiot.” He caught your hand near his shoulder and naturally just intertwined your fingers with his while starting to walk again. You looked at your hand in his for a moment until you were walking next to him instead of being pulled behind. It felt so normal, you didn’t even second guess his action.

“So, what do you want to do tonight? The club? Netflix and chill?” Jimin asked, smirking at the last option, and you just rolled your eyes.

“The club sounds good. But don’t you need to go grab your mask before?” you asked him genuinely. “We can go by your dorm to get it. It’s a detour but I don’t mind it.”

“No, I think” he looks down at your hands intertwined, squeezing yours for a moment before he continues. “I’m done hiding.”

The next morning you got up earlier than usual. Jimin and you didn’t spend a long time in the club, knowing that you both had to be at the theater at 11AM sharp the next morning. So, you called it a night early and parted ways after he brought you home, holding your hand all the way. You looked at your hand, recalling the events of the night before and couldn’t help but squeal happily in your pillow while kicking in the air out of happiness.

Does that mean he actually likes me, too?? I can’t believe it!

You got ready for the rehearsal, humming ‘Shall we dance’ and feeling completely on cloud nine. When you arrived at the theater, Jimin was already there, greeting you immediately with a wave and a call of your name. He was sitting on the edge of the stage, jumping from it immediately to come jogging to you to help you with all the stuff you carried – having taken your costume plus props for Sam with you, who was going to perform that day as well.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked you, and you nodded, smiling.

“I did. You?”

“I actually had real troubles falling asleep. I’m really nervous.” He laughed a little showing his nervousness. “But I’m already feeling better, seeing you here now.” You blushed a little at that, not expecting him to be so direct right in front of everyone else.

“If you say stuff like that people might think we’re together…” you said, acting really shy now.

“But it’s the truth.” Jimin started frowning at you. “Does people thinking we’re together bother you?”

“I mean, yea, but it’s just-“ you were interrupted by the call of your professor to get into positions. Jimin looked at you in surprise before he turned to go up the stairs of the stage reluctantly.

Shit…

You followed him right after, trying to talk to him one more time, but for the next hour, there wasn’t any chance for you two to have a private conversation.

I’ll try to talk to him on the break. Or so you thought. Jimin didn’t give you any chance of talking to him, immediately meeting up with his friends after rehearsal, and when his eyes landed on you for a second before he left, your whole body froze in shock. He looked so hurt. Your heart was aching.

I messed up. Desperate to fix the misunderstanding, you went to talk to Sam, asking her for help. Of course, she told you to just talk to Jimin, but when you explained how he’s been avoiding you ever since, your best friend started thinking.

“How about I try to distract his friends after the show so that you have time to talk to him? Jungkook is good friends with them, and if I tell him about the situation he’ll surely help.”

“Thank you, Sam.” You hugged her, grateful for having a friend you could count on.

“Okay, but now we have to get prepped for the show. It’s almost 4PM.”

(to fully experience the following scene, I recommend you watch this amazing choreography by Kyle Hanagami. I used it as a reference )

You were feeling nervous. And it wasn’t because of the show starting in less than 10 minutes. No, it was because Jimin still refused to talk to you. One thing was for sure, you guys didn’t have to act the lovers in despair now. All the panic, desperation, and hope you were feeling that moment made you understand the feelings of this choreography first hand. Your relationship transformed from respect, to hate, to sympathy, to friendship, and now to this in such a short time, but you didn’t care anymore about how he acted before. You knew what you felt for him. And the way he acted now made you hope that he felt the same way. Which meant that fixing your mistake was the highest priority now.

The music started playing. You and Jimin were one of the pairs coming into the picture later, so you waited on one side of the stage while he stood on the opposite one. When the first group part came on, you both ran on stage dancing together. The feelings were overwhelming. Both of you poured your heart into it, and when your specific part came on, and you had to jump into his arms, your whole heart called out his name, yearning for him. Tears were collecting in your eyes. You didn’t want to lose him over a misunderstanding like this. Slowly over the last few weeks, he became a part of your life that you just didn’t want to miss anymore. As you took your last position – his forehead on yours and his hand softly holding onto your arm – you took the chance to whisper to him.

“It bothers me because it’s not true.” His grip tightened on your arm, indicating for you that he heard you. The light-props you were using slowly got turned off by each couple. Yours was the second to get turned off, leaving you more freedom to change positions without everyone noticing. He lifted his head slightly to look at you. You looked up at him, locking eyes with him and seeing the same desperate hope you had in your eyes.

“I love you.” You breathed out, whispering in a voice filled with despair. “I don’t-“ want to lose you. You wanted to add, but he had other plans. With the last light turning off and leaving the stage in pure darkness, he leaned down and kissed you. All the suppressed emotions of the last years aggregated in that one kiss. You responded to the kiss immediately, not even noticing when the lights turned back on, and people started whistling at you two. Finally breaking the kiss at one very loud whistle – made by one of Jimin’s friends – you started blushing like crazy. Jimin just smiled at you, and as the attention was on you both anyways, he decided to just do what he wanted to do all this time.

“I LOVE Y/N Y/L/N!!!” he yelled out, bending backwards a little and throwing his head back while still holding onto you with both hands. You looked at him shocked, while everyone started cheering. He grinned at you satisfied and proud of his action while you just couldn’t help feeling embarrassed – in the best way, of course. You started laughing and hitting his chest lightly while he hugged you tightly.

The remaining show went really well, and you both got so many praises by people, even telling you they actually got all teary-eyed watching you dance. Of course, your professor wasn’t too keen about your little make-out-session on stage, but he just dismissed it with a “Glad you finally sorted out your differences”.

When you thought back to that night at the club where you first really talked, you couldn’t help but thank the odds that brought you together at such a ridiculous time.

Who would’ve thought that all it took was a 3AM talk for the both of you to finally find to each other?

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CHERRY RED ➽ ASAHI AZUMANE X OC

genre: ongoing, fluff

warnings: mutual pining

Chapter 1: As The Sunlight Kisses Her Skin

The summer's heat burned brilliantly on the day he met her, captured her radiance and lit her up so that she shined in his eyes.

Azumane Asahi's face burned both from the heat of the sun and his own nervousness as he met eyes with the little girl across the street, hesitant as he watched her stare right back at him with curious red eyes. Of yellow-brown skin that drank in the sun's rays and black curls that framed a round face, she tilted her head with something of an inquiry, a question to the brown haired boy who stood watching her family move into their new home. Her blue sundress was vibrant against the grey of her house as it blew gently with the passing wind, and Asahi found that his very breath seemed to lock in his throat, cut off lest it should find itself swept up with the summer breeze.

Hesitantly, the girl waved her hand, barely lifted it from her side in the motion as she searched him for a reply. When he gave her one with equal shyness, a gentle smile grew over her lips, one that glowed so shiningly in the way that it lit up her features and painted her like the image of utter beauty. What breath remained behind Asahi's lips fell from him at the sight, he could no longer fight against the effects of his heart racing and blood pumping so loudly in his ears, sounding like the drums of a summer festival. This girl, so unlike anyone he'd ever seen in his life up until that point, was the absolute manifestation of summer's sweetness, the flavour of watermelons on a hot day that coursed through his chest and lit fireworks under his skin.

Ah, the thought came to him unbidden, an unwelcome intrusion that tilted his world on its side, I think this might be a crush.

"Do you want to come over?"

Seconds passed him by like years before he realized that she'd spoken to him, and the red that dusted his cheeks became one of embarrassment as he lightly jogged across the narrow street at her invitation. Coming to stand before the girl, he noted immediately that they were nearly on the same height, with her only a short way beneath him where he could meet her eyes. The red colour he found in her was sharp, filled up with something like excitement and quiet fires that made Asahi himself feel giddy. "Hi," the word fell out from his lips in a nervous mutter, one that caused him to mentally punch the air and wish that he could take it back. Despite his rapidly spreading heart-attack, he pushed forward, "Are you moving in?"

There came a nod from the girl as her eyes lazily drifted over to one of two moving trucks, the back of which was filled up with furniture and appliances; he was able to spot a particularly large something in the back of one, wrapped up in dark blue blankets and tape that was turned over on its side, the working men grunting with the effort of lifting it so that they could place it down on a little wheeled device and roll it through their front gates. "My father's job gave him a new... a new..." her eyebrows furrowed, her lips pushing out into a thoughtful pout and her gaze fell forward as she seemed to struggle with finding the right thing to say. Patiently, Asahi waited for her, and noted to himself that she had a slight accent that popped up around certain words. She must've lived outside Japan before moving, he figured as he observed her features a bit longer, taking note that, despite her darker skin tone, she still possessed features that were very much East Asian. Maybe one of her parents was Japanese?

Soon, sudden in the motion that it startled Asahi from his thoughts, the girl snapped her fingers and pointed upwards at something, her lips forming an 'o' shape as she made a sound to accompany. "Chance! They gave him a new chance to work here, so we moved."

Asahi's brows furrowed as he repeated the word, derived from regular English and adapted to daily Japanese language. Her context, he found, sounded unnatural, the word 'chance' fitting in awkwardly with the rest of her sentence and made him try and think of a better one to replace it. It finally came to him in a moment of sudden thought, similar to the one that had come over the girl only moments before, and he wound up pointing one finger upwards in the same way he'd seen her do. "Like a new position?"

"Ah!" Her smile turned into something bashful as red adorably scattered across her nose, "That's the word I was looking for!" Something of an embarrassed sigh fell on her lips, "My bad, my Japanese still isn't at a hundred percent — I only ever practiced with my father so I can only say a few things."

"Oh! Well—" Understanding passed through his features as he nodded once, "I could help you if you ever need it?" He offered up almost thoughtlessly, barely even registering his words as they slipped out of his lips and caused him to immediately fumble once they were out. His face burned bright red and his hands lifted to wave around in nervous gestures, as he tried to retract his words, "I-I mean, only if you need the help! I assume you'll be practicing with your father so you might not even need anything from me, but—"

A beautiful sound cut off his rambling, harmonious and warm as it rang in his ears and in his flustered state, he realized that the girl was laughing. Her expression was warm and open beneath the summer's sun, drawing Asahi in under the season's spell and, wow, he couldn't help but stare after her as she sounded out with such joyous notes. His heart fluttered again inside his chest and lit his face aflame with admiration that only intensified when her red eyes met his once more and he saw a world of song and a galaxy of sweet lullabies.

"You're really kind," the words hit him harder than they should have as they caused Asahi's head to swell, her expression turned gentle and gratifying with her smile and he couldn't help himself but to return the expression. "I'd love to learn and practice with you."

Under the heat of the summer sun, Azumane Asahi's heart raced for the very first time.

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The sound coming from the music room was familiar to him, his feet almost instinctively guiding him until he stood directly in front of the door that did very little to withhold the sounds of a piano reaching down its hallway. He could perfectly hear each note that was played, could nearly picture her with her back straight and eyes closed, a gentle smile on her lips as she let herself go in her music. The image of her caused his beating heart to calm with a serenity he would so effortlessly associated with her, and his usually racing mind become eased into tranquility as he took a deep breath and finally reached one hand out to pull the sliding door; she was there, constant and permanent, the one factor in his day-to-day life that he could depend on never changing.

Her fingers didn't give pause from their motions across black and white keys, though he could tell from the slight tilt of her head that she'd heard him enter through the door. An answering smile took place on her lips, familiar in the way that he'd seen it every day since they met that summer; made his breath falter with unfailing consistency every time she gave it to him. Without making any vocal indication of his arrival, he made his way over to lean against the far wall, his gaze becoming locked through the window from where he was able to spot the football and baseball fields. The cherry blossoms, picturesque in the way they fluttered on the wind, felt as if they were somehow lending their scenery to the girl's music as her sounds danced across the room and straight to his heart, pulling at the strings there until he was wrapped up in her song; he kept his attention outside the window so that he wouldn't lose himself watching her, as he always seemed to let happen more often than he liked to admit. Sometimes he would wonder in his moments of idleness, in afternoons spent in his living room with so little between them as a show or anime played on his screen, if she would ever catch his lingering gaze, if she could identify every flicker of emotion that followed so faithfully on her every breath. Did she know the effect she had over him, that she could send him out to the very ends of the universe and bring her a galaxy if only she willed it?

Ah, the thought alone terrified him, drove a cold fear through his heart at the idea that she might have been aware. That his constant, the sun that he could always trust to stay with him inside his galaxy, would she hide her light away from him if she found out about his feelings? Would her light be covered up by rain clouds in her departure? Would she fight against gravity until she disappeared from his solar system, leaving his planets and asteroids to collapse and suffocate under the hands of a black hole? The one factor in his life that he could trust would never leave him in the dark, he worried that any hint of his affections for her would drive her away from him, that should he ever show to her his heart in its entirety, she'll be scared off by what she found there. His sun would go cold and leave him and his planets to plunge into the throws of an icy wasteland and he would be left with nothing more than frostbite and frozen limbs, and the very notion of her ever leaving him frightened him more than anything.

And yet, as he stood basking in the music that she played and watching the petals fall, that he gave in to the overwhelming urge to look at her, to watch as she lost herself atop the ebs and flows of musical waves before they abruptly paused when her fingers left the keys. He watched her as she brought a finger up to her plush lips, the very same way he would see her do whenever she had something on her mind as she pondered over a page of lines and symbols, something that Asahi had long since given up on understanding, before she snapped her fingers and quietly exclaimed an 'ah!', picked up her pencil and scribbled away.

Just like planet Earth never dared to stray from her orbit, Asahi found himself unable to leave the force of her gravitational influence, and he'd long since resigned himself to a destiny where he could only have her from so far away.

"That doesn't sound like Chopin," he teased her lightly, smiling as he crossed the distance between him and where she sat, nudged her side so that she'd allow him space. Her answering chuckle echoed in the room now void of the music she played as she gave him her full attention. "I got a bit caught up with transcribing this song in time to upload it," she easily confessed, to which Asahi's lips set down into a helpless, something of exasperated, smile. This girl, she was always so scatter-brained, jumped from one item to the next without a second thought, going of on endless tangents until she'd lose herself in her words and forget her starting point. It was a wonder that she was able to keep her attention on the monochrome keys long enough to play them, he often times found herself baffled on how quickly she jumped from one thought to the next. And yet, all wonder and doubt would immediately disappear whenever she began to press her fingers against them.

"Don't you need to prepare for a competition next month though?"

The orange hues of the setting sun filtered in from the window and made golden skin shine as her expression became one of quiet mischief; the way her eyes narrowed as her lips pushed upwards with her smile was a telling of subtle playfulness that was one of a thousand charms on her. "I can spare myself some time to enjoy outside of the classics, can't I?" She hummed, gently shoving into his side with her shoulder. Since their childhood, Asahi had grown to tower over her even whilst seated, and it was always something that she would teasingly complain about— "We were on the same height before middle school, how did you grow so tall so fast—?"

He answered her with his smile and a bit of an exasperated sigh as he cast his eyes down to the black and white keys. Here with her, it felt almost as if he could forget the encounter he'd had that day during lunch, felt as if the boy who so passionately spoke to him as an aspiring ace was a fragment of a blurry dream and that it would vanish away from him in a gust of wind. And yet, it was as he sat next to her that his words rang out so loudly in his head as her gaze intently searched him, picked him apart by the worries and uncertainties he wore on his lips and spread them all around them like the notes on her music sheets.

"And when I jump, the whole other side of the net just kinda goes fwaaa!! And opens up!"

There was a moment that passed between them, one punctuated by fears and insecurities left to flutter around them like the falling blossoms, and without saying anything to him — as if she could feel every fluctuation of his heart as it danced around inside his chest — her hands reclaimed their positions over the piano keys, though when she began playing again, it was a tune that Asahi had heard a thousand times over, one that he'd have on loop in his mind and would lull him to sleep. 'Soffia la note' sang out in her melody, warming the music room under the orange of sunset lights and fluttering cherry blossoms; the boy-turning-man felt his heart swell with all his feelings of doubt and hesitance until they were tumbling out of his lips, flowing like a dam whose floodgates had been gently coaxed apart by her hands, came undone from a mere brush of her fingertips. The sun gently grazes his skin with her warmth and he finds himself unravelling.

"I... I miss it..."

A hum of acknowledgement flowed up from her throat, gently urging him to continue as she played the song that he'd heard her play from her piano room, situated across from his bedroom at night. "That scenery... I miss seeing the other side of that wall."

"What's stopping you from seeing it again?"

He gave in to her gravity and looked over to her, and the feeling of pure want and longing intensified inside his chest as he took in the sight of her closed eyes and sun kissed skin, a smile on her lips as her body gently swayed side to side with her administrations. Tight black curls brushed against the back of her neck in round spirals, she'd tucked away the strands that normally framed her face to rest behind her ears; the ones that he so often brushed with his fingers in mindless actions as if it had all been second nature to them, that she'd idly twist around with her fingers as she would hum a sweet melody. Ephemeral, a scenery he wished to burn inside his mind forever; the view of the other side of a thin line where she stood opposite from him, close enough for his fingers to brush her face but far enough where he could never fully hold her in his arms and call her his, just like the Earth was forced to stay so close to the sun without being able to bury herself fully in its brilliance and shine. 'What's stopping me from crossing that line?' The question burned within him, turned and festered and pushed out again in another wave of words and feelings.

"I'm afraid that I'll be shut out," he was near whispering as he spoke, entranced and tortured so sweetly by her visage that it left him in a familiar state of breathlessness. "When the other team throws a strong, tall block up in front of me, I just can't see myself punching through it anymore... All I can envision is getting shut out — or being so afraid of getting shut out that I take myself out of the game."

'I'm so afraid that you'll shut me out and leave me here by myself,' those words stayed on his tongue, locked up and choked back so that she would never have to find them. And yet, he worried that somehow, she would have been able to see right through him, just as she so easily did whenever he attempted to keep something from her, to hide his troubles from her sight even though he'd crumble under her patient caresses. No matter what he tried to hold back from her, she'd manage to sense whatever it was and gently pull him out from his fears, hold him so closely to her with unending understanding and tolerance for him that it only made his heart yearn all the more for her and cry out for something that he wouldn't dare to let himself have.

"But you love that feeling, don't you?"

He did. He absolutely loved the feeling of the ball hitting his hand, heavy in its weight and impact; of her mere presence sitting next to him like this, a constant and comfort to him when he needed her most. They were things he could very well get drunk on, waste himself away with them until kingdom's return, but whenever he reached out for their sensation, he was met with walls and red lines, barriers put up to surround him and close him in; to shut him out and keep him away from her. "I feel as if I'd only weigh the team down again if I went back..." he confessed heavily, "What kind of ace would I be if I can't even make the ball count?"

'If I chase after that feeling, I'll only push you away.'

She was silent save for her playing, letting the music surround them for a while before she opened her eyes to look up at him, and Asahi felt his heart lock up and suffocate around chains when chocolate brown met cherry red. Her smile was encouraging, filled to the very depths with understanding, serene in the way it gently touched her face. Soffia la note rang out in its light and encompassing sounds as he took her in, heard her words so clearly beneath keys and melodies so that they coursed through his entire being and drew him in.

"If you love that scenery so much, then there's nothing stopping you from chasing after it, is there?"

They were the same words that Daichi had said to him after the captain had caught the ace slinking around by the gymnasium, and yet their weight when spoken from her lips had become all the more impactful, hit him harder and twisted around in his gut in a way that mutedly screamed at his existence and lit a fire under his skin. Her gaze was almost knowing in the way it searched his very soul, found what she sought for and urged him forward. "I'll be here after you're finished with everything," she promised him; unsaid was 'I'll wait for you until the ends of the universe,' though they still managed to travel between them in the silence of her melody and fill the boy's heart up with affection and reassurance. His smile was grateful and warm, let slip past his reluctant barriers a bit of the tenderness he felt for her.

"Thanks, Sora."

Azumane Asahi was a boy in love, with his heart humming along to the gentle tune of Soffia la notte on the early evening of a Spring day.

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the original author's note i left up on wattpad:

ahhhh here it is! i've been stewing over this for days and i've finally got the first chapter out! that said, i'm probably? going to let myself pace and solidify a few more chapters before i put more out for this content, but i sort of wanted to put this out as a pilot chapter in the mean time? but anyways, i love asahi. he's a literal darling and i just want to hug him. it's all i want out of life.

also this is heavily inspired by your lie in april! i finished rewatching the anime some time back and i've been in a mood ever since, so i ended up scheming several small ideas until i finally wrote this! i'm like, 70% certain i won't add such heavy angst but... maybe just a teeny bit? still debating tbh :D

thank you for reading! i'll accept any form of criticism and feedback that you guys have for me and i'll do my best to review and improve!

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hi everyone! so here's the story i mentioned earlier! i'm a little nervous about how it will do? because most of the work i see here is from reader inserts and i debated making it one for a while but eventually i decided to stick with what's most comfortable for me :D it's easier for me to write when i have a character fleshed out in my head, so even if i did change sora's name to (y/n) she would still have the same appearance. if this interested you at all, please stick around! i'll try and do my best so that you all won't be bored by it!

//written and published under wattpad acc @/-xiaoli !

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HOLIC - 35 | jb x reader

pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

genre: enemies to lovers au | roommate au

warnings: literally straight to smut (UNPROTECTED SEX, PLEASE PRACTICE IT SAFELY) (the time is here)

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Jaebum could not—would not—pull away from you, his kisses burning with a fire so passionate, you thought you could see the windows of his car steam up. You couldn’t even remember how the two of you had left the gas station or how you got back into the car – to be honest, you couldn’t remember anything that didn’t involve his body pressed against yours as he pulled you onto his lap on the backseat of the car – but you weren’t worried about the sudden memory loss in the slightest. You couldn’t care less about any of the things you’d forget just as long as you’d still remembered his touch.

Sighing heavily when his lips moved down your jawline – as he wished for nothing more than to leave a trail of kisses all over your body, so he could trace it with his lips each time he found himself in the same exact position he was in now – you lifted his shirt, your cold hands brushing against his abdomen until you heard him hiss against your neck.

“I don’t want to do this in the car,” Jaebum managed to say but he still wouldn’t pull away from you, pressing kisses to your neck after each word, “it’s too crowded here. Not to mention…” he paused once you pressed against him harder, the feeling of his lips on the soft skin of your neck slowly driving you mad. Jaebum took notice of that, gripping your hips tighter. “Not to mention, it’s not special at all.”

“I only—God,” you sighed, unable to finish your sentence as he sucked on the skin on the nape of your neck, grazing his teeth against the pale purple mark he’d left there before smoothing it over with his tongue. “I only need you for it to feel special. I don’t care where we are.”

“Fuck,” he breathed, returning his mouth to yours in a sloppy kiss as he allowed you to pull his shirt over his head – only breaking the kiss for the briefest possible time – and then sliding his hands under your blouse, exploring the skin of your back.

He had told you how much he enjoyed coaxing admissions of your feelings out of you, but he failed to realize just how big of an effect they’d have on him when you were right there on his lap, anticipating his touch just as much as he was anticipating yours. You knew you were shivering under his fingertips and you knew he could feel it, but Jaebum was too focused on the feeling of your own--cold--hands, caressing the smooth skin of his abdomen, to find any time to tease you.

He cherished in the feeling of your body, bringing his hands up your back, your warm skin seemingly melting into him – it was already unbelievably warm in the car but the atmosphere only seemed to be getting hotter – until he reached the clasp of your bra and sighed into the kiss as soon as he undid it, more of your skin now available for him to touch, to feel.

“I don’t understand why your hands are so cold,” he whispered, the contradicting sensations of your warm body and your cold palms – as your hands had come to rest on his chest, your fingertips tapping gently against the flesh there, right where his heart was – drawing him in even more. You were truly full of wonders and he was dying to explore them all. “Do you want me to warm you up?”

“Yes,” you spoke shakily, aware of the fact that you were allowing him to control the situation completely but not bothering to care because he was suddenly pulling your blouse over your head, his need to touch you—all of you—too great.

There were far too many layers between you still and when you felt him gently slide his hands over the strain marks your bra had left on your ribcage until he could feel the soft skin of your breasts, you exhaled into his mouth, bringing your hips over his clothed bulge to remind him about all the clothes you were yet to discard.

For all of your impatience, however, Jaebum had enough patience to match. He was in no hurry as he squeezed and toyed with your breasts, his touch tender but just forceful enough to make sure you remembered him when he was no longer touching you. Finally, when your cold hands gripped his shoulders and you ground your hips into his harder, he gave in and slid the straps of your bra down your shoulders, tossing it into the growing pile of your clothes on the floor of his car.

“I know we’ve done this before,” he spoke quietly, breaking the kiss so he could look at you and remind himself that this was really happening. He had to use his hands and rely on touching to take you—and this moment—in, however, because the darkness inside of the vehicle made it impossible for him to make out your features. “But it still feels like it’s the first time I’m touching you. I mean, really touching you.”

“We were drunk the first time,” you reminded him – although both of you knew that drinking had nothing to do with this – as you brought your hand through your hair, trying to get it out of your face.

“That’s right,” he nodded, suddenly pushing you onto the backseat and crawling over you, one of his thighs between yours. “I must have blacked out then because there’s no way I can ever forget what your skin feels like.”

He kissed down your neck and collarbones as he spoke, not mentioning all that was already obvious – the first time you’d slept with each other, you had just met. And no matter how attracted you felt to each other, no matter how good it had felt in that moment, simply nothing compared to all those same emotions – those same touches and whimpers – when they were shared between two people who realized they had lived their whole lives with only half of their hearts in their chests. And now they’d just discovered the other half.

Jaebum was still taking his time just like he had before as his hands explored your body, his pulse racing just like yours was each time his fingertips moved lower until they were dancing on the waistband of your jeans. You were starting to think he genuinely wanted you dead, each one of his touches so delightfully blissful and yet so torturous.

“You’ll kill me,” you whined, bucking your hips up for more friction, only to have Jaebum pull away from you slightly so he could shake his head.

“No, baby,” he disagreed, the pet name further fueling the fire inside of your stomach. Finally, you felt him undo your jeans and lift you off the seat slightly so he could slide them down your legs, his fingertips following the material and causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. “You’ll kill me.”

You closed your eyes, losing yourself in all the different sensations you were feeling, but Jaebum stopped moving as soon as he lost eye contact with you.

“I need you to look at me,” he said, his voice almost pleading. You opened your eyes just as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties. “I don’t understand how I’ve managed to stay away from you for so long. You’re so beautiful.”

Your eyes had barely started to adjust to the poor lighting in the car and yet, Jaebum didn’t need to be able to see you clearly to know how beautiful you were. He worked on memorizing every crevice, every dimple and every line of your body with his fingers, and every single inch of your skin took his breath away.

There were so many things he wanted to do to you – the tight space in the back of his car made nearly all of them impossible – even if he knew he’d already done them once before. It was all so different now but not in a way that surprised you. Quite the contrary: you held onto each other, your hearts beating the same rhythm whenever your chests touched after Jaebum leaned down to kiss you – never able to pull his lips away from yours for longer than a moment – and it felt as if this was exactly the way it was supposed to be. Like the first time you’ve been together was merely a test run in comparison to the intense desire you could feel in the car right now.

You couldn’t take any more of this teasing, however. Having Jaebum so close – but not where you needed him the most – was truly starting to feel painful.

“Jaebum,” you whispered, your hands finding their way around his neck. When he raised his eyes to meet yours, you were suddenly glad he was holding you or you were sure you’d have dropped dead. The passion and lust hiding behind his dark gaze made you swallow thickly to hide the moan at the back of your throat. “I need you.”

“I’m all yours, you know that,” he spoke, bringing his tongue over his lips and then leaning down to kiss you when he saw your eyes follow the movement of his tongue. “Tell me what you want me to do, baby.”

“Stop with the teasing, please,” you asked, your breath hot against his, “and touch me. Actually touch me.”

He cursed quietly – your request almost making his hands shake in excitement – as he shifted his weight onto one arm, hovering over you. He used his other hand to slide it across your ribcage until he reached your hips. Kissing you again – his tongue already had no problem finding its’ way inside of your mouth – he lowered himself onto your body, one of his thighs resting by your side while his other one spread your legs apart, his hips brushing against yours in the process.

The feeling of his clothed length pushing against your core – however gently – suddenly made you arch your back off the seat, desperately seeking more friction. Aware of how much you needed him, Jaebum finally moved his hand in between you, brushing his fingertips across your opening, his touch featherlight. He stopped kissing you, needing to see your face when he pushed one finger against your clit harder. Your eyes closed immediately, a soft gasp escaping you. The sound pleased him but it wasn’t enough.

“Look at me,” he demanded again in a voice flaming with desire. Just as soon as you forced yourself to open your eyes, the sight of him above you nearly shutting your mind down, he started to rub his fingers against your clit faster, feeling how wet you were and almost losing it himself.

A surprised moan passed your lips, your hands holding onto his forearms as Jaebum leaned down, his lips sucking on the spots of your neck he had yet to touch, while he continued to circle his thumb against your clit, rough for just a moment or two, and then slow and gentle again.

“F-fuck,” you groaned softly, your voice right by his ear. The constant change of pace literally kept you at the edge of the seat but Jaebum made sure to keep your body in place.

He was fairly certain it wasn’t possible at this point, and yet, the sound of your heavy breaths only seemed to make him harder. Restraining himself was starting to get difficult but he loved having you squirm underneath him too much to do anything about it. You needed more of him, though, and bucked your hips up into his to signalize it because you weren’t sure if you could trust your voice to form an actual sentence.

“Jaebum,” you moaned when you felt him bite gently into your shoulder, the stinging feeling only amplifying the pleasure he was giving you by continuously rubbing circles on your clit.

The sound of his name on your lips – that he already loved so much, but nearly combusted right then and there once he heard how needy it sounded now – was what finally broke him. Pressing another lingering kiss on your neck – and shuddering at the whine that passed your lips and sent sparks of electricity right to his already rock-hard length – he pulled his fingers away from you, and brought them to his mouth instead.

Whimpering at the loss of contact, you suddenly feared you were going to suffocate as you watched him, his eyes never leaving yours while he sucked on his ring and middle fingers before giving you a teasing smirk – and a kiss to make up for it – and then, after bringing his fingers against your entrance one more time, he finally slid two of them inside of you, your walls immediately clenching around them as you threw your head back with an exasperated moan.

“Fuck, please,” you couldn’t recognize your own voice as Jaebum returned his lips to your body – finding a spot between your collarbones that he couldn’t resist marking – and sped up the movement of his fingers, sliding them in and out of you, his saliva and your own wetness making the motion easy and effortless.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered, his fingers moving at a pace that kept getting faster with each sound of pleasure that passed your lips. “I need to stretch you out or I won’t last ten seconds inside of you.”

“Jaebum,” you sighed, your nails digging into his arms as he caressed your inner walls with his fingers, alternating between circling motions and curling his fingers inside of you based on how loud you were. “Don’t stop.”

“Hmm, then don’t hold back for me,” he warned. “I need to hear you.”

Even though you were already following his every command without much resistance, Jaebum still wanted you to stop biting your lip and let him know how good he was making you feel, so, speeding up the movement of his fingers inside of you, he used his other hand to squeeze one of your breasts, leaning his head down so he could circle his tongue around your nipple and finally feel your whole body respond to him. Your back arched off the backseat, eager to feel more of him, and your hands slid up from his arms to his neck until he was the one shivering from your touch.

“God,” you were having trouble catching your breath, the ministrations of his fingers inside of you as he varied between rubbing your walls in fast circles and thrusting in and out of you, had created a knot in your stomach and you could feel it tightening, your release approaching. “You—oh, fuck. Fuck.”

He took one of your nipples into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it before pressing wet kisses all around your chest – the feeling so overwhelming you didn’t even feel yourself drag your nails down his arms until you heard him hiss loudly, his fingers suddenly slamming into you much faster.

“J-Jae—shit, I’m—” you couldn’t get the words out fast enough because you suddenly felt him push his thumb against your clit, rubbing it just as hard as his fingers were moving inside of you, and within a moment, you were calling out his name followed by a line of curse words as your body convulsed, your orgasm completely taking control of you.

“That’s it,” he whispered gently, fingering you through your high, the sight of you so caught up in your pleasure almost tipping him over the edge as well. Curling his fingers against your walls to prolong your orgasm, he heard you scream out as your hands grabbed his wrist, and suddenly, the constraints of his tight jeans against his hard length didn’t matter to him as much as the sight of you in so much pleasure did. “That’s my good girl. Fuck, you have no idea how divine you look right now.”

Your breathing may have slowed another few moments later but your pulse certainly did not, his words only igniting the fires all over you instead of putting them down. You never knew you could still want someone so much when they were already right there, next to you.

“So beautiful,” Jaebum complimented again once he saw you open your eyes, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to recover. He brought his fingers back to his mouth, tasting you on his lips and sighing in delight. “Fuck, you taste so sweet but I’m so fucking close to exploding. I need to feel you around me.”

“Fuck me,” you spoke, your hands reaching for his belt. You knew neither of you could wait anymore as Jaebum didn’t protest and allowed you to unzip his jeans.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said and then watched you shake your head.

“I’m on the pill,” you told him. “We’re good.”

He cursed, helping you drag his jeans down his thighs along with his boxers. Already having waited – and teased – long enough, he sighed in relief as soon as his length was finally free from the confines of his pants, but groaned the very next second when he felt you bring your fingers over his sensitive tip.

“Please don’t,” he pleaded breathlessly, the feeling of your hand sliding down his length too much for him to handle. “I’m so hard, it feels like I’ll die if I’m not inside of you the next second.”

“Fuck, Jaebum, please,” you guided him to your entrance.

As your mutual impatient yearning mixed with the heavy air in the car, Jaebum replaced your hand around his length, the very tip of it resting on your clit for just a moment as he leaned down to connect your lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss and then, finally, slid his length down to your entrance before slowly slipping it inside of you.

Both of you broke the kiss, moaning simultaneously at the feeling of him stretching you out as he pushed himself into you to the brim, stopping then to wait until you adjusted. Your walls clenched all around him and, even though he wasn’t moving, Jaebum was afraid he was going to come just from the feeling of your warm walls wrapped snugly around him alone.

The sound of both of your heavy breaths filled up the entire space inside of the car even though the trees, the empty road all around you, and the lights from the gas station relatively far away, were all completely clueless about what was happening inside of this recklessly parked vehicle.

“Tell me,” Jaebum asked, his voice small and broken as it took every ounce of strength for him not to start thrusting into you. “Tell me when I can move.”

One deep breath later, right when he felt you clench around him, you nodded weakly, whispering, “move.”

Kissing you after getting the permission, he pulled almost completely out of you before slamming back in – the rough action making you break the kiss, crying out at the feeling, your heat still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Jaebum watched you as you threw your head back when he thrusted into you again, his length reaching deep inside of you and stretching you out each time he pulled out only to push himself back into you again.

“Fuck,” he grunted, your moans – and the way you kept looking at him through hooded eyes – encouraging him to roll his hips into yours a little faster. “You take me so fucking well. Shit, I’m not going to last long.”

“Jaebum,” the sound of your constrained voice as you struggled to speak properly with his hips slamming into yours, accompanied by the feeling of your hands sliding down his back, made him realize yet again just how much he’d needed you this whole time. He couldn’t grasp the strength of his self-control sometimes – you were always so close and yet he’d never made a move.

Pushing his upper body off of the backseat by leaning on his hands on either side of you, he shifted his body, the new angle allowing him to hit spots even deeper inside of you, a deep groan rumbling from his chest when he felt your walls pull him in.

“Oh, fuck,” you were gradually getting louder as you focused on the feeling of his length massaging your walls each time he thrusted into you. Jaebun watched you struggle to breathe with his lips parted and his tongue between his molars and you swore the sight of him like this wasn’t just sinful. It was also most definitely illegal. “I need you to go faster.”

“Yeah?” he was more than happy to oblige, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat as he moved his hips into yours faster, slamming in an out of you until both of you were breathless and the car filled with the undeniable scent of sex. “Tell me how what you’re feeling.”

“Good,” you choked out, one of his hands coming to rest on your hips, pushing you into the backseat of his car as he fucked into you, the entire car seemingly starting to shake from the force of his hips. “S-so fucking good. I feel you so deep inside, I—fuck!”

“Hmm,” he hummed in approval, loving it when you couldn’t finish your sentences because he’d managed to hit a particularly sweet spot inside of you. “You’re so good to me, baby. Such a—fuck—such a good girl for me.”

If his hips weren’t going to do it for you, you were certain it was going to be the sound of his voice – a dangerous mix between growling and sighing – that sent you over the edge.

“Jaebum, oh God,” you gasped for air as the same knot reappeared in your stomach right when the tip of his length hit your g-spot again. “Right there—r-right fucking there.”

“I got you,” he breathed, reading your expressions so he could angle his hips the right way, making sure he was bringing you closer to the edge with each rapid snap of his hips into yours. He didn’t want your skin to bruise from him being too rough but, as you dug your nails into his back harder and moaned so much louder each time he sped up, he realized that neither of you cared about any bruises, after all. “God, you’re so fucking hot like this. I love having you under me.”

“Fuck, I’m close,” your words came out in a desperate moan and you weren’t sure if he even understood what you were saying but Jaebum no longer needed your words to tell him what to do.

He could tell how close you were based on the way your walls kept tightening around him, bringing his own orgasm closer much faster than he would have liked. He could tell how good you were feeling from the way you didn’t know what to do with your hands – scratching his back one second, holding tightly onto his bicep the next, and then pulling the hair at the nape of his neck later – and he knew it wouldn’t take long before you were coming again.

“Let me see you come one more time,” he asked, his voice pure sex. “Please, baby. Come for me again.”

One of his hands was suddenly on your clit again, rubbing hard, fast circles as he continued to thrust his length in and out of you, his movements messy and no longer as coordinated because he was starting to lose himself in the feeling, too. He’d have loved to savor your expression but the feeling of your walls squeezing his bare length was too overwhelming for him to stay focused on one thing for too long. He’d already learned that your body was full of wonders but now he realized that exploring them all – instead of losing himself in the feeling of you wrapped tightly around his length – required some sort of superhuman strength and he already wasn’t sure if he’d ever manage to get enough of this.

“Jaebum—” you gasped, the ministrations on your clit paired with the feeling of his length hitting your g-spot head-on more than a few times in a row were enough for the knot inside of your stomach to tighten again as you felt his hips bring you – or, honestly, straight up toss you – over the edge.

He held you down, pinning your body into the backseat and groaning loudly at the sound of your moans as you came, your warmth squeezing every bit of his length, making him shudder each time he thrusted into you, pressure building up rapidly in the pit of his stomach.

“Shit, just like that,” he praised in a groggy voice, pulling his length completely out of you and then slamming it back into you harshly as he chased his own high. “I’m right there with you. Fuck, I’m going to—”

“F-fuck, please,” you breathed, still recovering from your orgasm, every bit of your body overly sensitive as Jaebum’s hips slammed into yours at an almost brutal pace, his eyes squeezed shut, his voice husky each time he cursed. “Come inside of me. O-oh, fuck.”

He was the one following your orders this time as he leaned against the side of the backseat for support – a string of curses mixed with your name leaving his lips – and pushed his hips into yours in one last merciless thrust, spilling himself inside of you with a loud groan.

His hips had stilled and you watched him, completely lost in heavenly bliss, his breaths loud and heavy. He had closed his eyes as he exhaled through clenched teeth, leaning down until your chests were pressed against each other because he could no longer trust his arms to support his weight.

“Fuck, baby,” Jaebum exhaled after a moment, staying still inside of you for another second to avoid staining the seat and to finally recover. You didn’t mind the closeness one bit and were actually glad to feel his rapid heartbeat right against your own chest. “I… I fucking—”

He didn’t need to finish his sentence for you to understand.

“I know,” you said hoarsely, your throat sore from how loud he’d gotten you to scream.

He leaned down to kiss you, taking his time to caress your tongue with his, never getting quite enough of your taste. You responded to his kisses, your mouths moving with no synchronization whatsoever, each kiss sloppier than the one before. Your hands traced the damp skin of neck and shoulders as he finally slid his length out of you. Cold settled on your core where he used to be and Jaebum groaned into the kiss, the loss of contact setting the edges of his nerves on fire.

“I’m going insane,” he told you, pulling back to finally take a look at you and the state you were in. His mouth dried at the sight immediately and he could already tell that this view – your naked body sprawled out on the backseat of his car, your eyes glittering and face still flushed from your high – was never going to leave his mind. “You’re something else.”

“You need to stop saying things like that,” you told him quietly, your words slurred, the exhaustion of the day and the activities you’ve just participated in catching up to you, “you’re not giving anyone else a chance.”

“Why would you even worry about anyone else?” he asked, his eyes glistening playfully as he pressed another kiss to your lips and then sat up on the backseat, helping you up as well.

“It’s not fair if I’m only thinking about you the entire time,” you said, watching him smile before kissing you again and then leaning down to gather your clothes from the floor of his car.

“It wouldn’t be fair if you weren’t doing that,” Jaebum disagreed, passing you your underwear with a grin. “Wear this again for me sometime, by the way—what is this, lace? You look painfully stunning in it. And I already can’t get you out of my head. Ever. So, you know what? I’m going to go ahead and consider it fair if you have the same problem.”

You shook your head at him, suddenly flustered as you took your bra and panties from him. You didn’t even feel yourself cover your face – your hair sticking to the sweat that had formed on your forehead and cheeks – as you took a deep breath, until Jaebum pulled your palms away.

“Don’t do that,” he said.

“I must look like a mess,” you insisted

“No,” he disagreed right away, his eyes scanning each millimeter of your face with utter adoration. He pressed another kiss to your already swollen lips before telling you, “you look beautiful. Actually, I’d prefer it if this was exactly what you looked like all the time but, uh, we are in my car in a sort of public place.”

All of a sudden, you were laughing at the near absurdity of all of this. “Fuck, we are. We’re truly shit at controlling ourselves when we’re in public, aren’t we?”

“We did pretty good for those first few months since we moved in,” he said. “Maybe now it’s time we let loose.”

He gave you a quick wink as he said the last part, standing up as much as the ceiling of the car allowed him and pulling his jeans and boxers over his legs. You watched him dress up instead of dressing up yourself and only realized that when he caught you staring.

Clearing your throat, you pulled your bra straps up your arms and looked at the clock on the dashboard of his car. “Do you think the motel will still take us in? We had told them we’d be there before eleven and it’s already past midnight.”

“Well, if they won’t,” Jaebum paused, helping you clasp your bra in a gesture that was almost natural – as if you’d helped each other dress up after sex a million times before – and then giving you a suggestive smile, “I don’t really mind staying on the backseat of my car with you the whole night.”

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Chemical Spill ~ Seokjin X Reader

A/N: I’m working on a series of imagines where it’s based on all of their ZIP photos and I’m super hype about it! Here is Jins!

Word Count: 5,003

Warnings: mentions death, swearing

Genre: Fluffy|| Au|| cute

Summary: You’re living in a zombie apocalypse, everyone who was anyone has been taken underground to survive while all of the “normals” fight to stay alive but Jin isn’t like the rest, he was supposed to go into hiding but stayed behind to help others around him, he finds you in an abandoned hospital distract and takes an instant liking to you

Who would have thought a chemical plant leaking some strange unknown substance into a graveyard would have created the zombie apocalypse, well every person who worked there, the chemical plant was a danger to everyone and everything around it and when it finally spilt its contents into a graveyard creating zombies that walked around eating people whenever they could find them, the only problem with these zombies is that they looked almost human, sure the older corpses that were effected looked as though real zombies should look, or at least how to movies made them look, but the fresher bodies looked almost human if it wasn’t for the grunting and green ooze dripping from their mouth, the ooze was the same chemical that changed their bodies, to begin with, one drop of that in your bloodstream and you were a goner, people wouldn’t tell the difference, which is why it was so hard to move around city spaces or find a group of people to stay safe with, it was hard to trust people you didn’t know, the first stages of being turned from a small cut or bite were normal, you would just act as though it was a common cold or flu, only when you started to crave brains would people be able to tell, or when you would start to leak the substance from your mouth.

You had a group, you have a group of close friends, you’d been together for the first three years of the apocalypse, running together and surviving together as a group, but one by one they all began to get sloppy or give up on the fight and you watched every single one of them leave or die, even having to kill two of them after being bitten, that was the problem, one bite/scratch and it was all over, you had to be put down or you would become one of them, which no one wanted. You’d been alone for the best part of a year now, you’d backpacked across most of the country and were now heading for an abandoned distract close to the accident site of the chemical plant, which many people warned was dangerous but if it was closer to the start of the damage maybe it was like a tornado and would be better to start in, go towards the damage is what your mother always told you.

You’d managed to get into one of the hospital buildings in the abandoned village, there were three around the site but the first two were too boarded up to even try to break into, meaning something was locked inside that no one wanted to get out, this hospital was around half a mile away from the chemical plant which was still leaking out the ooze that started this mess, everyone important in the world was taken deep underground where the top governments had been preparing for something like this to happen, which meant no one was bothered about the chemical leak because everyone who was anyone was already in a safe place, they were waiting it out until the zombies ended everything around them and the important ones could start again.

“Keep out,” You scoffed at the signs on the hospital door, you used some bolt cutters you kept in a backpack and opened the door, inside was a cafeteria area, stocked full of rotting food, flies flying around it and creating the most gruesome smell you’d ever smelt, you groaned walking further into the back finding a working freezer, a jackpot because inside were different cans of food, enough to feed you for at least five months before you would have to go on another run or until you had to move on again, you didn’t want to stay in one place too long. You were staying nearby in an old treehouse in someone’s old garden, whoever had lived their had young kids, it was packed full of old teddy bears, pillows and blankets which was good for you but you couldn’t help but feel bad for the family who had to leave everything they owned behind, the treehouse was accessible through a thin ladder which you pulled up once inside, the zombies weren’t smart enough to work ladders or door handles but it was better to be safe than sorry.

You’d been in the hospital all day and it was starting to get dark out, you didn’t want to risk going back to the house in the dark, zombies were unpredictable enough during the day they’d always been good at hiding, sure they groaned but they didn’t constantly do it, it was only when they could smell humans or were starving, you knew you could stay in the hospital but you wanted to get to the highest point of it, just in case anyone else managed to come into the hospital and wanted to start a fight, you knew how people could get in these situations, everyone was crazy, you’d met someone who was just on a killing spree for the fun of it, the apocalypse made everyone unpredictable.

While you waited for the night to pass you went through your bag, you’d managed to get enough food to live off for a while, as well as some first aid supplies you were running low on, back at the treehouse, you didn’t get hurt much but you didn’t want to be short or anything, anything could happen after all.

“Are you alive?” You groaned moving away from whoever’s voice it was and opened your eyes to see a man dressed in black jeans and a brown shirt which was folded up to his elbows, he was carrying a gun and had two pistols also attached to his belt. You looked out of the nearby window and saw it was bright out meaning you’d made it through the night in one piece without being attacked or found by zombies, your eyes travelled back to the man once again.

“Yeah, I’m alive.” You said getting up on your feet and looking around, his shirt was covered in blood, some of the ooze and mud, he’d clearly been out for a while because he had a small cut on his cheekbone, looked like he’d scraped it along a wall somewhere, you picked up your bag and looked at him, he was staring at you and it was now you took in his appearance, he had to be the most handsome man you’d ever seen, even before the apocalypse, he looked as though he belonged with the important ones.

“Good, we should get going before this place gets packed by zombies, I saw a herd coming this way.” You stared at the man before you and he smiled at you, God even his smile was perfect, he noticed you staring and his ears began to turn a little red so you looked at the ground instead.

“We?” You quizzed, walking behind him as you both made your way out of the hospital building through a set of stairs.

“Well…I didn’t think you would want to be alone.” You scoffed at his ignorance, just because you were alone, you couldn’t manage? You’d gotten this far hadn’t you? You looked around the corner in front of you, in case any zombies had managed to make their way inside like he’d said but it was clear.

“I can look after myself I don’t need anyone.” You said taking out the machete you carried around with you instead of a gun, a gun drew too much attention everyone knew that a machete was silent.

“So thanks for the offer and all but I’m fine.” You said, not wanting to sound mean but you didn’t want to risk getting close to someone only to lose them again, especially someone that good looking it could be bad news, someone that good looking wasn’t just nice for being nice, you knew you had to be careful on who to trust in this day and age. So you left without another word to him, sprinting towards a convenience store that was nearby

He followed you in silence, wanting to watch how you worked your way through the small city, he watched as you broke down the front door to the convenience store in almost silence, the only noise being made was the wooden panel hitting the floor beside you, he smiled you were good at what you did which meant you obviously did this a lot and were used to this type of situation, he wanted to keep an eye on you, having someone like you could be good for supply runs.

How hard could it be to find some pads you thought as you went down another empty aisle, it was practically all empty except some old out of date fruits, you grumbled lightly kicking a shelf but it caused another to fall and crash against the floor, it was like an alarm system for nearby zombies, a few of them coming through the door you’d opened and another coming from behind another shelving unit, grumbling at you, you took your machete ready to start hitting them, you knew to aim for the head and not to stop until they were gone for good, but there was ten of them and only one of you.

“Down!” You heard someone scream, you looked over the shoulder of one of the zombies, you spotted the same man from the hospital and dropped down onto the floor, laying flat against your stomach as the man from the hospital began spraying bullets out, hitting some of them in the legs, them hitting the floor was your cue to hit them in the head while they were down, he had incredible aim which was fantastic.

“I don’t need anyone,” The guy mocked, helping you stand to your feet and smiling at you, you smiled back ignoring the mocking tone he’d given you and wiped the zombie blood from your face, holding out your hand for him to shake.

“Y/N.” You said, he took your hand and shook it

“Jin.” You were looking at him again, the way his jaw looked sharp enough to sharpen knives upon it and how his eyes were sparkling, even in the dull light of the darkness of the store, the only thing really lightening up the area was the sunlight peeking through the window.

“I have a base nearby, you should come with me. It’s safer there than anywhere else.” He spoke to you, you blinked at him for a second before thinking of all the things you had left at the treehouse.

“I have supplies in a treehouse nearby.” You spoke, trying not to seem nervous in his presence, you figured they could be useful to him somehow.

“Is there anything personal with them?” He questioned meeting your gaze, you shook your head and he looked over his shoulder as if telling the time by looking at the sun.

“It’s about a three-hour walk from here to our base, I’m sure you’ll be fine without the small bits, we have clothes and such at the base you can have.” You nodded in agreement not wanting to argue with someone you had just met and who had just saved your life.

“Let’s get going then.”

The walk was filled with conversation, you were trying to get to know each other better, well you were trying to find out if he was a secret serial killer and was planning on killing you, you found out he was one of the important ones, meant to go into hiding but refused because he wanted to help people above ground by trying to stop the zombies.

“That explains it then…” You said with a small laugh behind your voice, he stared at you as he helped you climb over a fence.

“Explains what?” He questioned as he joined you on the other side taking the bag you’d been holding for him.

“You’re too good looking to be one of the normals.” You blurted out without thinking, he chuckled, a deep red blush on his cheeks, you were blushing as well from the comment you’d said.

You’d talked for most of the way about who he was before the apocalypse, he was in some kind of band with his friends who were also staying behind to help others,

“What about you? What did you do?” He questioned looking at you as you rounded another corner, the sun was starting to set which meant you were almost at his safe place.

“I was just an office clerk.” You laughed nervously, you hadn’t thought about your old life for a long time, it wasn’t something that many people wanted to talk about, you would just push forward and ignore the past, what good was looking back on it? Nothing could be done about it now, nothing could change it.

You told him why you were so hesitant about going with him, you explained what happened to the first group of people you were with and how uneasy it made you around new people, it made him laugh when you mentioned about thinking he was a serial killer, his laugh made you smile instantly, it was so warm and bubbly, but he explained how he understood, he didn’t think he would make it through without his friends by his side.

“Here we are,” Jin said you looked up from the ground to see a giant brick wall, he walked over to some metal gates and hit a code on a nearby pad, the gates sprung into action and opened up.

“Welcome,” Jin said as he walked you through your eyes didn’t know where to look first, everything was so different from the outside world, there were houses that were fully built, none of them was rotting away, missing windows or shot up, they were beautifully kept, the gates shutting snapped your attention away and then you looked at a giant tower next to the gates, someone was standing on top looking out over the view,

“That’s Namjoon, second in command,” Jin spoke, walking you down a large pathway further into the village, that’s what it had to be, it had to be classed as a village, it had homes in rows, a small farming area, another building with “Hospital.” written upon it, there was more but you couldn’t see it all at once.

“We started building the giant brick fence when the spill happened, it took seven of us, about a year to make progress but others began joining in, in the end, we ended up with this.” He was walking over to a blue house, you stared around, in front of the house was a small little farming area, growing different produce.

“We all have a job here, I’m a runner along with Taehyung and Jugkook, we go out once or twice a week on the look for others to come home with us and for supplies…I was on a medical run when I found you.” He stated, walking with you towards the hospital building and greeting an older looking lady with a hug, handing her a bag full of bandages, you took your bag off your shoulder and handed over the supplies you’d swiped from the hospital.

“We’ll talk to Namjoon later but I feel pretty confident in you being a runner with me, you seem like you’ve been doing well and I have been looking for a running buddy,” You nodded following him over to a set of houses, eight of them all in a row and he pointed at a white one.

“You can stay there, it has 4 bedrooms but we don’t have overcrowding so you’ll be alone for a while until more come if that’s alright?” You nodded along, still unable to form words.

“I know it’s a little much, but I promise you’ll get used to it, you should go wash up, Yoongi will be starting meals soon.” You frowned a little confused by who Yoongi was,

“Yoongi?” He walked with you onto the porch of the house you were going to be living in and opened the front door.

“The main chief of the camp, there is also Hoseok, he’s the main gardener here, likes to make sure we have enough food.”

A month had passed and you were having a wonderful time, you’d taken up gardening to help grow some fruits and vegetables when you weren’t out on runs with Jin, you went out together twice a week on the hunt for mostly medical supplies and canned food, but the village was pretty much stocked full all the time, enough to feed everyone more than five times over. When you weren’t gardening Jin would steal you away to teach you how to shoot, he wanted you to get used to carrying a gun around, yes it was louder but it was easier than trying to slay a bunch of zombies with a small machete.

You could still remember the first lesson you had with him, you were more nervous about him being so close to you, then you were to shoot the gun;

His arms were wrapped around you, you were standing so close you could practically hear his heartbeat, he gently rubbed your arm because you seemed nervous.

“You’ll do great, it’s just practice.” He put your arms in the right position and aimed the gun, his head close to your neck as he looked down the barrel of the gun to make sure the aim was right, you felt his breath against your skin and it sent shivers up and down your spine.

You hit the target on your own and began jumping up and down excitedly.

“I did it!” You yelled putting the safety back on and making sure it was fine, Jin was just as excited as he stood behind you, without a second thought you threw your arms around his neck, and he instantly linked his arms around your waist, maybe it was the adrenaline you were experiencing but you didn’t care the embrace felt like the world had stopped on its axis, there was no time, no wind, no other person in the village, no zombies, your mind was at ease. How could one hug be like this? He stroked your hair as you stayed together, the feeling of being this close to another human being made you happy, it made yo both happy and craving more, but neither of you spoke about it, you pulled away and acting as though it was an exchange of pure joy between two old friends.

“I should go help Yoongi cook,” You lied rushing off leaving a stunned Jin behind in the field alone.

But it was time to go on another run now, you’d had many lessons since the hug but none of them had ended the same was the first one had, you and Jin were going to find a hospital again, you were hoping to stock on some painkillers, Jin had been complaining of headaches and so had Namjoon, and since they were in charge you didn’t expect anything less, they were under an intense amount of stress a lot of the time.

“Jin I want a quick and easy run, no detours, right there and right back,” Namjoon ordered as the gates opened up, Jin laughed pulling you out of the gates and into the streets, Namjoon was being a little overprotective over a run that had happened previously, someone had gotten hurt and it had shaken the entire camp up a little.

“You didn’t even let me get breakfast.” You whined to him as you walked in a new direction, they’d found a hospital closer to the chemical plant and Jin insisted on exploring it with you, which meant leaving earlier than usual to get there. It was 4 am and the sun was barely starting to rise.

“I had Yoongi make us something for lunch.” He laughed as you dramatically rubbed your stomach as if it was empty trying to act more dramatic.

“You’re such a baby!” He yelled poking your cheeks and taking your hand in his and pulling you along, you felt heat rush to your cheeks at the small action and looked at him, his ears were red which meant he was also blushing, you pushed your arm into his playfully and let go of his hand, rushing ahead towards some shops and looking around. Things with Jin were nice, it was easy to get along with, he was like an old friend and you found yourself telling him anything and everything, it felt like having a best friend, it was nice to spend time with someone and not feel like it was the end of the world, but at the same time, you still felt a little uneasy around him, since the hug you’d not been 100%. All he had to do was look at you and you would turn into a blushing mess, he made your heart skip a beat, small things like holding your hand, hugging you or even complementing you platonically, like friends would normally do only it made your heart flutter.

“This hospital is insane.” You whispered to Jin as you walked up to another flight of stairs, you’d been walking for four hours when you finally found it, the place looked like no one had been inside in years, nothing inside was boarded up, drawers were still stocked full of supplies. The only sign that it was abandoned was that the wallpaper was starting to peel off at the walls and some of the parts of the ceiling were starting to leak

“I guess people are too scared to get this close,” Jin said from behind you, it was true, people you’d run with before didn’t want to get this close in case anything could happen, you glanced at him for confirmation before opening up the door in front of you, you were on another floor full of rooms.

“Split up?” You questioned him, he nodded and walked down one end of the hall and you went in the opposite.

You found an operating room, stocked high with different medicines, needles, and other first-aid items, you just packed everything into the backpack you carried with you, you entered the next room finding painkillers and headache relief, you made sure to fit in everything you could before going to find Jin again.

“Jin?” You whispered going down to his end of the hall, a door creaked open and you looked inside to see nothing around, you walked further inside to see Jin on the ground, your heart began racing, you failed to breathe, it was as if someone was choking you, all you wanted to do upon seeing laying there was curl up into a ball and cry but you knew you couldn’t do that, you shut the door behind you and walked over to his body, to check him over for anything that could have happened.

“Jin? Jin, wake up.” You pleaded, tears springing to your eyes, you cleared your throat trying to find something to indicate why he was on the ground, but there was nothing, no blood, no scratches, no bite on his skin that was visible

“Jin seriously…You promised you wouldn’t die on me.” You whimpered out, he did, he’d promised you on the first run together nothing would happen to either of you and you didn’t have to worry about it. You let a tear run down your cheek, ready to leave him when he grabbed your wrist tightly, you let out a shriek and slapped him across the face, backing away and leaning against a wall.

“JIN!” You screamed at him, throwing a nearby box at his head, missing by a lot, he began laughing uncontrollably, it started as a small silent laugh but he slowly began laughing harder and harder even clapping a little at your reaction, normally you adored his laugh but this time you wanted to crawl into the corner and cry about it.

“I hate you.” You mumbled getting up from the floor and looking around the room for something to distract you from him, he was still laughing when he stood up on his feet, coming up behind you and trying to get you to talk to him.

“You’re evil Seokjin.” You said folding your arms across your chest and trying to act a little mad but it was hard because he looked so sad, he was giving you puppy dog eyes so you would you talk to him.

“You almost cried.” He said, you pushed away from him and over to the door ready to leave but it was stuck, you frowned trying to pull on it a little harder.

“It’s stuck.” You said, trying to push it and then pull but it was as if someone had jammed you inside, or something was blocking it from opening.

“Nice try,” You stood back raising an eyebrow as he tried to move the door as well, you began laughing as soon as he failed to do it as well.

“This is your fault.” You said coming over at trying to pull it some more but it wasn’t budging.

“Mine?” He yelled playfully at you, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“If you hadn’t scared me by pretending to be dead we wouldn’t be stuck!” You yelled at him, giving up and sitting against the door.

“Why were you so upset in the first place?” He joked but you ignored him and he felt bad because tears sprung to your eyes once again, he turned away from you taking out the emergency radio and getting it ready to phone home.

“I’ll radio Taehyung and get them to save us.”

“We’re going to have to get comfortable, Namjoon won’t let them out until morning,” Jin said coming over to you, you were sitting in front of the door staring at it as if that was going to magically be able to open the door for you.

“We still have some food left from our lunch.” He said coming down to sit next to you, he took out some containers from his bag and offered you some but you weren’t hungry, he laid down a blanket he’d carried in his bag so that you would both be comfortable for the night.

“Come on, you can’t still be mad at me.” He teased poking your cheek but you folded your arms across your chest and kept your eyes forward, trying not to cry in front of him, the thought of him being gone made your heartbreak

“I’m not.” You whispered you couldn’t be mad at him, he thought it would just be a joke, he didn’t know it would practically break your heart seeing him like that, but now you had seen him that way you realised your feelings for him were strong and weren’t going to go away any time soon, maybe it would be good to stay away from him for a while, to make the feelings go away, stop being around him so much all of the time.

“Maybe I should stop coming on runs.” You blurted out to him, his attention was pulled away from the food and he stared at you,

“It was just a joke, I didn’t think it would hurt you so much.” He continued rambling on but you were ignoring him, drowning it out, you just stared at his lips as he spoke, wishing they were on yours, wishing his hands were around you.

“It’s not the joke Jin…I just don’t think it’s a good idea.” You managed to say while he paused for a breath.

“Why?” You looked up at his eyes, he was tearing up now, something you didn’t expect.

“I just- I don’t think I should be out here…It’s-” You couldn’t lie to him, it was hard to lie to Jin, he’d taken you in and cared for you for so long, it was hard to lie to someone you had liked for so long.

“I just can’t stop thinking about you.” You admitted.

“After the day in the field, your arms around me, being that close to you, it made me realise I like you…then just now…seeing you like that…gone. I just don’t think I should be around you anymore, It’s clear you don’t feel the same way I do.” An awkward silence filled the air, then the sound of metal hitting a concrete floor. His lips were slammed onto yours, it nearly knocked you over onto your back, you didn’t even have a second to react before he pressed his tongue along your bottom lip, you allowed him access. It was a sloppy kiss but it as full of passion on both sides, your arms reached up and tangled into his hair tugging a little, letting out a giggle as he groaned into the kiss. His hands made their way down to your waist, he pulled you close and against his chest, his other hand running through your hair.

You both pulled away and stared at one another, you were straddling him now and he smiled up at you, pushing a strand of hair out of your face so he could look at you better.

“I’ve been wanting to do that the moment you hugged me.” He stated leaning up and giving you a small peck on the lips, you blushed bending down and connecting your lips once again.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment you saved my life.” You admitted the next second your back was against the floor, your arms were pinned above your head and he was leaning down to kiss you once again, you didn’t care that you were stuck in the hospital now, you had Jin to keep you entertained all night, Tae and Jungkook could take as long as they wanted coming to rescue you.

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thorin-is-a-cuddler · 4 years

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Music composed - Clint’s day

A/N: Day four of the avengers tickle fic week and we keep counting. :) It’s my favorite day of the week since it’s Clint Barton’s day. This features Clint and Thor, also Steve, Tony and Natasha.

“I despise long car rides.” Steve couldn’t help the small startled reaction at Thor’s sudden approach in between the two front seats of the car. He gave him a half-sympathetic, half-ironic smirk - yes, only Steve Rogers could pull that mixture off - before focusing on the road again.

Natasha had called shotgun, so obviously she was on the passenger seat. Her eyes were fixed on the trees, an almost dreamy look in them.

“Some music. Might help.” Tony had talked in half sentences ever since they had started the ride from the Tower to SHIELD head quarters. He was squeezed to the left window, Thor’s giant shoulders taking up most of the space in the middle of the backseat. Clint was pretty quiet on his seat behind Natasha. Like her he was gazing out of the window.

Steve noticed that he wasn’t wearing his hearing-aids. He hated it when Clint left them out. You just never knew what the day might bring. Therefore he stretched his right arm out behind Natasha’s seat and squeezed Clint’s closest leg, making the archer jump in his seat. Clint wrapped his hands around Steve’s with a desperate smile and tried to pull it off his sensitive body immediately. Steve had totally forgotten about Clint’s ticklish legs for a second there and couldn’t help himself. Smirking he continued tweaking and prodding at his knees, getting more and more defensive kicking out of his friend. Clint didn’t like making noises when he couldn’t hear himself. Therefore he made a whiny face at Steve after several tweaks had brought him close to laughing. Steve’s hand retracted then, so the supersoldier could tap his ear with a meaningful look.

Clint rolled his eyes and grabbed the hearing aids out of his jeans pocket to plug them in. “You feel better now, tickle monster?” He asked, exasperatedly.

Steve grinned, obscenely proud of that name, and raised his thumb appreciatingly.

“Tell me again. Why didn’t we take the jet?” With his phone in his hand Tony tried to distract himself from the situation he was caught in. Even though his eyes didn’t meet Steve’s, the supersoldier could hear the frustration in his voice. Ever the impatient genius.

Despite being a major believer in “eyes on the road” Steve just couldn’t resist the urge to roll them. “We can’t just grab the jet and fly everywhere, Tony. It’s literally just an hour’s drive to SHIELD. Taking the jet for ten minutes? Doesn’t that seem a little off, even to you?”

With the glare of the century Tony met Steve’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. “Music. Now.”

Natasha sighed and turned on the radio. A male voice summed up football game happenstances. The Black Widow immediately turned the radio back off. She searched for a CD, a tape, an iPod and didn’t find anything. “Whose car is this anyway?”

“Bruce’s.” Steve responded, getting annoyed with the general hostility.

Tony snorted. “Not surprised there isn’t much pop lying around.”

“Bruce prefers the classics.” Thor agreed - obviously having stolen that line from some previous conversation that had taken place among the Avengers who knew what the classics were. ... What were the classics? “You mean Pink Floyd?” Natasha asked and looked back.

“I mean...” Thor hesitated, realizing he had forgotten the name of the composer Bruce had told him about. He chuckled insecurely and ... guessed. “Beehiven.”

There was a beat. Steve furrowed his brows in wonder, Tony looked up from his phone, Natasha turned around to face him disbelievingly. And Clint? This man tended to lose all self-control when he was around his friends. He only took a second to process Thor’s mistake and then burst into a bubble of laughter. It was always incredibly infectuous hearing him laugh. Steve tried to cough it away, while Natasha shook her head with a smirk. Even Tony had to grin.

The god of thunder actually blushed and pushed Clint against the window with one giant forearm. “Do you want to experience my wrath?”

Hawkeye giggled cheekily, not very impressed with Thor’s threat. “I’m so glad I had my hearing aids in!!” Then he was lost to another laughing fit.

“Isn’t Beehive correct?” Thor dropped his hands, only to raise them angrily again when Clint practically started crying with laughter.

“BEEHIVE!!” Natasha hid her grin behind her hands while Steve desperately tried to remain serious. Tony was shaking ever so lightly on Thor’s other side, covering his smile with his phone.

The god of thunder did not like being laughed at. What he absoutely double-disliked was the urge to join into the laughter. Imagine the picture of a quite thoughtful young man (Clint) with a rather traumatizing deafening event in his recent past suddenly breaking out into the laughing fit of the century. It could get to you. Even if you were the reason for mentioned laughing fit. Thor figured this was the perfect moment for two things: 1. keep the archer laughing and 2. make him pay for his moment of shame.

“Oh, you want something to laugh about? How about that?” Thor grabbed for Clint’s legs the way Steve had done before, kneading and squeezing away at them, forcing the most adorable squeaky laughter out of the archer,

“NOOHOOHOHO!!! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!!! B-BUT BEEHIVE!! BWAHAHHAA THOHOHOR STAHAHHAP IT!!! THAT TICKLES!!!” Clint really started squealing when Thor leaned in to move these big hands that could cover his entire thigh with one grasp up his sides and ribs, getting at literally every spot that kept Clint in stitches.

“I have seen the Captain do that to you many times before. I know just how much it tickles you.” Thor announced, his voice softening already at the noises he was tickling out of his friend.

Steve rolled his eyes softly - yes, Steve could do that softly - and allowed himself a short glance in Natasha’s direction. She was beaming. Clint’s laughter was really a music genre of its own. Tony watched the scenario happily, finally getting some distratction from the bleak car ride.

“HEEHHEHELP!!! HEHELP ME!! I’VE GOT- EHEHEHHE NOHOHOHTHING ON HIIIM!!!” Clint cried out in laughter as Thor’s fingertips furiously wiggled into his armpits, causing him to basically fidget into Thor’s lap in an attempt to protect himself. Which worked out great of course, leaving Clint’s middle out in the open, inviting Thor’s fingers to dive all over his belly. Natasha chuckled when one of Clint’s purple converse hit against her headrest. Steve wondered whether Clint’s seatbelt would hold. Obviously they were not going to help him.

“This’ll teach you not to laugh at me, you little worm!” Thor growled playfully, dearest fondness in his words as he watched the archer flail and shriek in his grasp. Clint had by now managed to trap Thor’s hands under his arms, regretting it badly when he realized that the fingertips caught in his armpits still tickled more thoroughly than he could handle as they wiggled around as much as they could. He couldn’t move his arms away though since the ticklish pits would then be completely out in the open. The sensations were already overwhelming when Thor decided to add even more to the game. With a shriek Clint tried to push his shoulder to his ear when he felt Thor’s beard tickle at the back of his neck.

“NOHOHOOH NOOOO!!! PLEHEHHEASE!!! DON’T DOHOOH THAT!!! I HAHAHAHTE IHIHIT!! THOHOHOR!!”

“I am not doing anything!”

“YOU WILL BLOOW ON MY NEHEHHECK!!!”

“No I won’t.”

Steve knew that Thor was totally going to do it. The god of thunder was copying all of Steve’s tickle attacks, from the squeezing of Clint’s legs to the coming raspberry on his neck, the one thing that always finished the archer. As you might notice Steve was in fact the tickle monster of the team. It had become his go-to-move when he didn’t want to hurt anyone with his strength yet still have some fun with them. Only months ago, Clint had repetitively provoked Steve into those tickle fights during sparring matches, always glowing up with giggles whenever Steve had playfully overpowered him. This had stopped after his accident. The loss of his hearing had taken some of Clint’s humor away. To hear his carefree booming laughter now was a pretty emotional experience for the team after they had spent so many hours worrying.

Thor gave a fake regrettable sigh, a smirk on his features. “You’re right, Clint, I totally will.”

With a disbelieving shriek Clint raised his arms, doubling over with laughter when Thor’s fingertips started dancing around in his armpits. It tickled so much that he could not focus on protecting his neck anymore. The raspberry on his nape felt like lightning bolts were sizzling into his nerve system - and maybe they were which would have been a really mean way to intensify the ticklish effect. He could barely breathe anymore as tears started to glisten in his eyes.

“EHEHEHHEE NOHOHOOT THAHHAHAT!!”

“You mean this?”

“ThOOHOHOOHOHR!!” Clint complained, howling with laughter as the second raspberry hit its mark just underneath his ear. His eyes were squeezed shut by now as he kicked and twisted around in his seat, laughter going silent. Thor could have gone on forever.

If it hadn’t been for Steve sending Thor a reprimanding glance in the rearview mirror, reminding him that Clint was only human and could probably explode when tickled too much. Thor acknowledged it with a chuckle and leaned back slightly, slowing down his fingers on Clint’s sides, but not quite taking them away yet.

“I believe you have learned your lesson, youngling.” Thor exclaimed extra formally as Clint slumped down into his seat with a sharp intake of breath still fidgeting and giggling a little at the remaining spidering tickle traces Thor was drawing down his sides.

“Then staahahhahap pleehhease *EEK*, Thohoor!!”

“I will. But first, tell me the true name of the composer I have mentioned.”

Clint’s laughter turned up a notch at the memory which Thor copied by tickling him a little harder again. “OKAY OKAHAHHAY!! IT’S BEETHOVEN!!!”

Mercy was finally upon him as Thor took away his hands and made a low recognizing noise at the mentioning of that name. “Yes. Beethoven.”

“Beethoven.” Natasha added unnecessarily as she turned around to get a better look at her best friend who was gasping, wheezing and just about shining from all the laughter. “You good there?”

Clint giggled, still a little hysterical, but in the best way possible. He gently nudged Thor who showed him the biggest smile in return. “I’m really good.”

“Does this mean,” Steve asked ironically, “I can “cheat” again during our training sessions?”

“You will do no such thing!” Clint exclaimed without any harshness or seriousness or really any kind of persuasion in his voice. “And leave away the air quotes, Cap! It is cheating when you tickle someone into calling defeat!”

Steve just hummed with a smile.

Tony raised his voice. He looked happy. “I have to say, this is not the music I had asked for. But it was definitely some kind of music Thor has just composed there.”

Clint crossed his arms in front of his chest, two strands of hair falling into his forehead, making him look a little tousled. “Well, we will not hear it again!”

Steve, Tony and Natasha all gave little disappointed “Awe”s at that making Clint roll his eyes sheepishly. He put his head on Thor’s shoulder. The tall thundergod gave him a fond look and gently patted his hand in return.

They drove on in companionable silence when suddenly Clint started snickering again. He was trying to suppress it, but it just wouldn’t work.

“Spill it, Barton!” Tony demanded, narrowing his eyes at him.

“I just thought that...” Clint shrinked when Thor sent him a threatening glance, but he continued giggling.

“Yes?” Thor exacted in an overtly soft voice.

“Oh, you know, who has composed this music Tony just spoke of?” Clint dared to go on with sharing his thoughts.

“Well, it was I!” Thor said, furrowing his brows.

“No. It was Thor Ode’n’Song!”

Steve hit the wheel as he started laughing at that, Natasha and Tony joining in quickly. Clint nervously looked at Thor’s hands as he himself chuckled at his own joke. But Thor couldn’t keep up his glare for long. Soon enough he was laughing just as much as the others.

None of them would have expected the car ride to be as cheerful as it had turned out to be. And all that thanks to a laughing archer who had fortunately had his hearing-aids plugged in.

Steve was right. You just never knew what the day might bring.

#avengers tickle fic week #tickling #avengers #ticklish!clint #thor #tony stark #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #clint x thor #mentions of brotime between clint and steve #god i fear i went a little overboard with this #;___;#i hope you guys will like it

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bailey-writes-kpop · 4 years

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Playtime in the Studio

PAIRING: Yoongi X Reader

GENRE: Smut

WORD COUNT: 2401

WARNINGS: dirty talk, sir kink, multiple orgasms, oral sex (M and F)

You wondered if there was ever going to be a day that you arrive home after your boyfriend, but you seriously doubted it. Dating Suga from BTS was great. He was everything you could ask for but just took working overtime to the extreme. Some days it was okay you didn't mind cooking and eating by yourself, but others you couldn't help but want him by your side. After all dating for two years, you were used to this from him, it was something you knew going into the whole relationship.

“Come in.”

On nights like that, you found yourself standing in front of his studio door a home-cooked meal in a bag. It wasn't too much to ask that your boyfriend ate dinner with you ever once in a while.

Opening the door you were quite surprised to find it open but didn't question.

“What do you n…” he cut off his own words when he looked up from behind the computer screen to find you standing in front of the door.

“I'm sorry I know you don't like when I bother you when working.”

Yoongi waves it off with a simple shrug and motions you forward with one hand. “It's okay did you bring dinner?” he asks, seeing the bag on your shoulder.

You were thankful that he paused work to eat with you even if it had been on the small couch in his studio. “Alright love I need to get back to work,” Yoongi said looking up with a small smile on his lips.

A pout was on yours it had maybe been an hour with him and you knew it wasn't likely that you would be seeing him that night. It had been weeks since the last time you had sex as well and you couldn't help but question if something was wrong with you. “Yoongi please you haven't been home with me in so long,” you tried.

“I have to finish this.”

You weren't sure why you did it but something in your brain telling you it was what you needed to do. Standing you moved so that you straddle your boyfriend a thigh on each side of him.

A groan left Yoongi’s mouth as he looked at you. You knew he could withstand from sex that was until you reminded him that you craved it too. And Yoongi would do anything he could to please you. This, however, was the first time you had reminded him so boldly that you needed him.

“Love we can't do this?”

“Why not, it's been so long Yoongi. Lock the door. I know the room is soundproof. Nothing is stopping us.”

Your lips had found their way to his jawline and you were off, nipping and sucking along the line. When you wanted something you knew just how to get it and this was in no way different.

“Lock the door then,” Yoongi said, his voice dropping at least an octave.

You couldn't keep the smile off of your face as you stood flipping the lock on the door before making your way back over to your boyfriend. About to return to your original spot you were stopped when Yoongi leaned forward grabbing your wrist.

“No, you wanted this so we were going to do it my way. On your knees.” Yoongi simply pointed at the floor in front of him and it took you only a second to follow his orders.

Both of you loved to please each other and when Yoongi asked for a blowjob you had never turned him down. It went both ways and you knew you would never jeopardize anything to lose his skilled mouth.

Yoongi lifted himself slightly pulling his pants and boxers down in one go, his cock slapping against his stomach before he sat down again. You had jumped forward when he was in front of you but was stopped once again by Yoongi’s hand.

“You have to be patient, love,” he said. The smirk was on his face as his hands lifted to pull my hair back so he could hold my hair and keep it out of my face.

Your eyes stayed connected with Yoongi until he pulled you forward, sinking himself into your mouth with a deep breath. Slowly Yoongi pulled your hair up and back down controlling your pace on his cock. “You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth jagiya.” You and Yoongi usually spoke in English and whenever he spoke in his native tongue it sent a direct shot to your parts.

Yoongi continued to lead your movements with your hands placed behind your back knowing how your boyfriend liked things. This and the combination of your tongue against his dick was pulling deep moans and groans from the boy above you.

Just as quickly as you were pushed on to Yoongi’s dick he quickly pulled you up pulling your head a decent distance away.

“Alright love where do you want me to fuck you? On this coach or my desk?”

Yoongi had never given you a choice before and you honestly didn't know what to tell him. “I don't know.”

Sticking and pulling you up by your hair the two of you stood eye to eye and he released you suddenly. “I want you stripped and sitting on my desk in the next thirty seconds,” Yoongi said.

The dominance was something that you were used to, dates, meetings it was all left to you but the minute you two got sexual it seemed it all went a completely different way. You never complained every time a command left his mouth you couldn't help but shudder.

You didn't have to be asked twice easily doing what he tells you to do, finding yourself seated on his desk. Yoongi always seemed to know what to do to get you going.

Standing in front of you Yoongi spread your legs letting himself stand in between your thighs, his hand moving to hold your face close to his. “You being fully clothed doesn't feel fair,” you told him gently, pulling on his shirt. He had pulled his pants back up while you had stripped.

“You don't get to make the rules.”

Another rush of heat went through you as he reminded you just where your place was with him. “I'm sorry sir,” you found yourself saying.

The primal look in Yoongi’s eyes seemed to become even more prominent as you called him sir. “You're just asking for it aren't you jagiya.”

Slowly you watched as your boyfriend sunk to his knees simply staring at your folds for a minute before his eyes moved up to meet yours. Maintaining eye contact he leaned in slowly until finally, his tongue met your wet folds a gasp leaving your lips quickly.

After the release of his mixtape, everybody knew he was good with his mouth, after all, he pretty much bragged about it in his music. However, you didn't fully expect him to be nearly as good as he was. Each time he was in between your thighs he seemed to be able to make you come as much as he wanted and knew exactly how to get you there.

Small little flicks were being delivered to your clit causing a low moan to leave your throat and your legs to tense up slightly. “You should know the rules by now, baby girl,” he said just glancing up at you.

At first, you weren't sure what he was referring to but as his arms wrapped around your upper legs pinning them to the desk you knew. Yoongi wanted full access and he definitely didn't want you to affect the art he was doing.

“I'm sorry sir,” your voice was hoarse as you spoke.

Just like that he was back at it practically devouring your cunt licking, sucking, every trick in the book.

“Shit… oh god don't stop,” you were panting now head thrown back.

“Hmm, do you want to cum,” your boyfriend asked, pulling back just enough to pull you from the edge.

A groan left your lips as you let your eyes connect with his again only to see his smirk that always seemed to be on his face. When you didn't answer right away one of his eyebrows rose as he quickly sent a little flick to your clit.

“Please Yoongi I want to cum,” you said.

“Well shouldn't be such a tease then,” and once again he returned to your folds.

He had complete control and was eating you out so often he knew exactly what to do to keep you on the edge only to stop suddenly.

“Fuck please Yoongi, I need to cum.” Tensed up you begged your boyfriend to give in and let you fall over that cliff.

All it was though was a quick break of his tongue just enough for the feeling to go away before he started again. It didn't take long for the build-up to start again your stomach getting tighter and my breath to increase rapidly. “Please Yoongi, please let me cum I swear I'll be good.”

He stopped again looking up with the smirk still on his face. “Can I record this and put it in one of my songs?” he asked very seriously.

“Can I cum?” I responded with a slight tilt of my head.

“You can have whatever you want.”

His eyes practically sparkled with what he was asking, you could tell he had wanted this for a while.

“Okay,” you finally said.

He didn't even have to stand to hit a few buttons behind you before he dipped his head back to his favorite spot. It was a much slower build-up this time Yoongi doing everything he could to pull every sound from you he knew you could make.

“Oh my god, Yoongi I'm going to cum,” I said, still gasping.

Every lick of his tongue seemed to tighten your stomach more, you weren't concerned with anything else going on as you reached the edge.

Pulling away just to say his command, “Cum.”

And you were falling going right to the edge and plummeted down the cliff moans following you as it went. Shaking as your body spasmed and your hands moved to grip the edge of the desk.

Just to remind you of what he was doing when he stood he wrapped his arm around you to stop the recording. “God I really love you,” he said a full smile on his face as he leaned in to kiss you quickly.

Though you had just orgasmed you wanted no more and your hands moved by themselves to unbutton Yoongi’s bottoms to get to his cock. “Need you now.”

“I need to be quick. I have a meeting with Namjoon soon, and it will be going on right here,” he said, patting the desk for added effect.

Quickly he had unbuttoned his pants pushing them to the ground around his ankles before sinking into you. A gasp left your lips as your hands quickly grabbed onto Yoongi’s shoulders.

“God, you're so tight. Your pussy was made for me,” Yoongi said.

Your boyfriend wasn't exactly loud in bed but he loved giving you orders and praise whenever he could. “Please move,” you all begged, trying to move your hips but Yoongi’s hands on your hips holding you in place.

At an extremely slow teasing pass, Yoongi pulled out of you before slamming back in pulling another gasp from your throat.

“Feel so good, tell me love was this your plan all along. Bring me dinner and then fuck in my studio.”

It seemed your boyfriend was more vocal than usual dragging out his pace as he asked you questions. “Oh my god Yoongi,” you could barely speak willingly to your boyfriend to pick up his pace.

“Now love you know how this works, answer my questions and I may just reward you,” he said. His hand moved to land on your lower stomach, his thumb flicking out to slowly start rubbing your clit in small circles.

Your breath came out and your hands were tightening on Yoongi’s shoulder. “We haven't done something in so long… I just wanted to feel you again. Can you please go harder?”

He didn't answer, he didn't say anything, only his pace increased. A string of curses fell from his mouth as he pinned you to his desk.

The same feeling was started just at your toes but you knew soon you would come undone. Feeling the slight tightening of your walls only encouraged your boyfriend as his pace increased even more.

You could feel it, see it almost you were going to cum.

“Yoongi I'm going to…”

Your boyfriend didn't give you the chance to finish your sentence with his finger on your clit pressing harder. And if it was possible his pace increased each pump dragging his dick across your g-spot.

“Shit…” your voice gave out at the end as you screamed clenching up before completely letting go.

Shaking and deep breaths help get you through it but your boyfriends' pace not slowing in the slightest extended the length of your orgasm. “So good for me cumming all over my cock. Hmm, you think you can do that again for me jagiya?”

When you didn't answer him quickly enough a quick flick was delivered to your clit causing you to cry out. “Words love… I need you to tell me you're going to cum again.”

He wasn't asking which meant no matter what you would be cumming again before the night was over. “Yoongi…”

“No that's not what I asked, are you going to come again for me or are you going to disobey.”

The same pace of Yoongi thrusting in and out hitting your g-spot every single time quickly pulled you to the edge.

“Yes, I feel it.”

Yoongi was as well his thrusts becoming slightly less controlled as he let his head fall into your neck a deep groan leaving him.

“Cum for me.”

Your boyfriend commanding you to cum had you doing exactly that falling off of the ledge again. Your walls clenching around his length had him cumming a few moments later as well ride it out before coming to a stop.

“Maybe you should come into the studio more often.”

You loved that no matter what you could laugh with him over absolutely anything. “Well, at least I know how to get your attention now.”

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