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writingmeraki · 15 days

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the proposition of us — k.mg drabble.

❝ in which mingyu realises he hates the idea of you going out on a date with your crush more than he hates you.

( or a date with your crush, alleged crush, makes you think that perhaps you don't actually know how you feel. )

pairing : frenemy/menace! mingyu x reader, frenemies to ?? genre : fluff, a little angsty and a whole bunch of attempted humour. warnings : cussing, bickering, mingyu is down bad to the point he doesn't actually acknowledge how much he likes reader, oblivious reader.

a/n : a very very late birthday gift to my darling, I love you so much 💌 I hope u all like this randomness that sprouted while I was literally showering <3 !! i have a love hate relationship with this but! menace mingyu for the win ( although it is very less here i'll admit ) anyways let me know what you think!!

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Wonseok was good.

Great even.

The best actually.

But was he the best for you?

For a long time, that's what you'd concluded.

His looks were definitely as though Aphrodite herself crafted him and his sharp jawline, perfectly shaped nose, eyes as bright as if diamonds were specifically embedded in them.

Or maybe you were just way too infatuated with him because when you told Chaewon you finally are going on a date with him, all she did was furrow her eyebrows in what seemed like confusion and questioned,

Are you sure you like him and not someone else?

Now it was your turn to be in confusion at that time, because what on earth did she mean by someone else? Were you doing something that implied you liked someone else and not Park Wonseok, the guy who stole your heart when he saved you from falling and embarrassing yourself,exactly 6 months,10 days ago?

This same confusion stuck with you like a pestering thought, unable to be moved until you finally left the date, more at unease than at excitement.

The unease you felt made you irritated because you couldn’t quite understand what it was that was bothering you.

So in all that chaos, you stood outside the one place that would hold the answers to your confusion.

The convenience store.

The owner probably thought you had lost it or were drunk, no in between because for one you were all dressed up in your prettiest outfit, makeup done and hair one while you stood outside looking at the sign.

Who dresses up for the convenience store? A crazy person.

Are they drunk? Probably.

Luckily it was none of those.

You might rip your hair out now, because the one thing you came looking for in the grocery store was not even there.

The blueberry flavoured ice candy.

Your favourite blueberry flavoured ice candy.

You just gave up then and there, without buying anything you went outside of the store, and decided the sidewalk was the best place to sit. Ah yes, the sidewalk with the uneven edges and small stones that would dig into your butt and probably bruise it if you sat on it longer than ever.

Perfect.

Shutting your eyes, you began to think of possible reasons behind your discontent with Wonseok.

You didn’t even notice, someone followed you out of the store, with the very thing you’d been craving right in his hands.

The crinkling sound of a wrapper, made you open your eyes in both surprise and fear, and you almost would have fallen down even while sitting as you looked in front of you.

A hand, holding...the blueberry ice candy?

Your eyes immediately darted towards the owner of said hand, and you’re sure the surprise now showed on your face as it was none other than Kim Mingyu.

Kim Mingyu…how do you even introduce him in your life as a person? Did you hate him? You’d say hate is a strong word, but he was annoying you’d say that, get on your nerves more than you’d admit it.Did you find him hot? Hey now, anyone with two eyes could see he was definitely attractive.

Tall, pouty lips, pretty chocolatey eyes, even prettier smile, buff like very huge buff you were pretty sure he could punch you to another corner if he wanted to with just one hit.

You’d seen him carrying like two boxes of books once and you remembered how you almost broke your arm trying to even lift one. You also remember staring at how his veins seemed to pop out, how large his hands seem,how nice they would wrap around yo-

Okay you were getting off track now.

In a way you might say you hate him, not in the despise kind of way but because it was as though he was both everything you wanted to be and everything you wanted to have.

Both being not attainable to you apparently.

Now a big question rose up amidst the hundred others you already asked by now, what the fuck was he doing there?

“Here, maybe if you put in the effort of searching more nicely, you’d have found it.” You took the ice candy from his hand, him taking it as an invitation to sit right beside you, his other hand holding his ice cream of the night.

He looked nice…good actually. It was unfair how great he looked despite his clearly messy hair, worn out black t-shirt and oh God were those grey sweatpants? You tried not too put too much thought into it.

You frowned in annoyance once you processed his words, finding that there was surely an underlying meaning to it.

“What the fuck are you doing here Mingyu?”

“Last time I checked, the convenience store was a public facility.”

You scoffed at his sarcasm, opening up the candy and for a moment as you took in the dark blue purplish colour, you think all your worries dissolved right there.

Mingyu thinks he might have melted then and there with the way your eyes immediately sparked up as you saw your ice candy. It was cute how you found the absolute delight in the most seemingly boring things.

It was one of the things that made him just fall for you even more and more. What you didn’t know about the boy next to you was that he was gone, finished, down all just for you. It began when you went out of your way to save him from being hit by a flying football. His personal knight in shining armour.

From that moment, he figured if he wanted to be at least a part of your life, he’d somehow have to play something noticeable enough to you. So he took the bite and made himself one of your greatest frenemies. Not that you had any other so probably your only frenemy.

He hated you…or that’s what he made others think. It was working well until his feelings caught up, his true ones at least, his very real bitter feelings when he found out you went on a date with your ‘crush’.

He was having a terrible night, figured going to the convenience store would help him and there you were, the cause of all the bitterness.

“So are you following me or something? And- and how do you know I like this?”

He rolled his eyes, his turn to scoff at you,

“Not everything revolves around you.” A lie, for him, most things did. He did.

“And I just have good observation skills.” Just for you though, only you.

The sweet and tangy taste of blueberry juice lingered in your mouth as you blissfully closed your eyes, the coolness of it only adding more to your satisfaction and Mingyu wishes he brought his camera because you looked so…content. So beautiful.

“That sounds stalkerish, please you’re obsessed with me.” It was just a joke, to pull his leg, like you always did.

“What if I am?” Okay and he sounded way too serious for that.

You almost choked on the candy if it weren’t for your quick swallow reflex, eyes widened at his no hesitation reply.

“Wha-what?”

“What, what?”

“What do you mean by that?”

He blinked once, twice. And it was then he realised, what he replied, to who he replied. Your widened eyes looked at him both in curiosity and astonishment, lips purplish due to the candy that was now melting in your hand.

“Is it really you know that bad?” You raised an eyebrow in confusion. This was it, for him.

“You know, the proposition of us? Like actually us.”

You held your breath, waiting for the punchline or anything that would indicate he was joking but, if there was something you knew surely about him is that his eyes would never lie. And right now, they showed all seriousness.

“Like us- as in us being civil? Friends?” You nervously laughed, knowing you could be misinterpreting it but you want to take back your words when you see the way his expression drops and the scowl that’s on his face.

“No. I mean- I mean as more than friends. More than whatever this is. More like a couple.”

“Min-mingyu are you- are you suggesting we date?”

You didn’t exactly know what else to respond other than the obvious,

“Yes! Yes exactly, finally. I- yes a date. A date is all I ask for.”

Now you think, you have more questions than ever because why exactly did the idea of going on a date with Mingyu, excite you more than your actual date that you just had?

“When did you even like me? I- what? This is so confusing, I thought I annoyed you?”

“Well you did, you still do but it’s just- I thought it was the only way to be apart of your life and now that I think of it, it sounds stupid but I just-You know what I'll explain it to you on that date so uh what-what do you say?”

In that moment, he looked at you like a puppy pleading to his owner for a treat, his suspicious eyes looking way too innocent but they indeed made their way right to your heart.

“Okay, okay fine! I’ll go out with you. One date.”

That stopped his brief mental spiraling immediately, in a bit of shock as he looked at you in disbelief for agreeing. For actually agreeing because he did prepare himself for the worst scenario. Which was you probably humiliating him then and there.

His disbelief quickly turned to content and that, that sickly adorable giddy smile of his made its way onto his face, canines peaking out. It seemed the bitterness he’d been harbouring went away.

“But what about your date tonight?”

You didn’t ask how he knew, but rather answered his question and your own dilemma,

“I don’t think I actually liked him. Probably just that I was grateful he saved me that time, and I mistook it for something else, I guess.”

“And you’re sure you want to go out with me because it’s not just… I don’t know out of something else too?”

“Don’t worry about that Mingyu, you aren’t that special.”

You joked and the way his smile dropped made you giggle even more.

“Fine then, I’ll show you just how special I can be. How does Saturday, 7pm, near that downtown record store sound as a meet up place?”

“Alright then. Saturday it is.”

You didn’t think you’d ever reach a point where Kim Mingyu was something or someone attainable in your radar but there you were, not just with him but a whole date with him.

Perhaps, this time you were indeed wrong about some things in life remaining as just unrealistic wishes because this was in a way your daydream come true. What a bizzare night.

And oh, your hands were now also blueberry flavored and bonus! disgustingly sticky too!

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pitchsidestories · 6 months

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Arsenal Book Club || Katie McCabe x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1897

With a satisfied smile Kim Little oversaw the little group of players who decided to stay after the Arsenal afternoon training to participate in the first meeting of the club’s book club: “Great, I think we’re complete now that means we can start.” “We’re more people than I expected.”, Leah Williamson admitted genuine. Next to her Lia Wälti had an amused smile on her lips: “Me too to be honest. Although some of us are more present than others.” The Swiss midfielder could not help but to nod into Noelle Maritz direction who was deep asleep using the stacked books as pillows.

Out of breath but with a huge grin on her face Katie McCabe crashed the peaceful scenery: “Hi guys, I hope you didn’t start without me.” “Katie, you were the last person I expected to come here!”, stunned Vivianne Miedema looked at one of her closest friends in the team. Playfully offended the irish woman asked:” What’s that supposed to mean?” “I’ve never seen you reading.”, the Dutch striker replied laughing.

You’ve been quiet so far, holding the book club pick in your hands but you’d never miss a chance to mock Katie so you interfered into the conversation with a challenging grin: “You can read?” “You two are so rude. I’ll sit as far away from you as possible but at least I brought the most important thing with me.”, the brunette said, a mischievous look on her face. Her expression made Jen Beattie chuckle:“ Your book?” “No, the wine, Jen!”, the Irish midfielder rolled her eyes. She lived for the drama. “So that’s why you’re here.”, Beth Mead exclaimed delighted.

Innocently Katie looked around her teammates: “Is not that what book clubs are all about? Good company and wine?” “And talking about books, Katie.”, Leah reminded her. The Irish woman threw a cocky smile in the direction of the English defender:” Did you finish a book for once, Leah?” “Of course, I finished it.”, the vice-captain mumbled although her blushed cheeks were telling the truth that she didn’t. Her schedule was just too busy.

Already slightly frustrated about the fact that the evening did not go as planned, Kim groaned: ”Can we start now?” “Yes, please.”, Lia agreed motivated while trying to ignore Noelle’s snore who got louder with each minute that was passing by. Relived the captain sighed: ”Thanks. Wait, Manu that does not look like our book club pick?” “It’s, it’s just the German translation.”, the goalkeeper explained. Sceptical Leah glanced at the Austrian:” Why would you read it in German?” “That way I can understand it better.”, Manuela Zinsberger told them, her cheeks burning red.

Katie changed the topic, holding up a bottle of wine and gesturing towards some glasses; “So who of the ladies wants wine?“ Before anyone could answer, she flashed you a flirty grin; “Does the bookish missus want a glass?“ “Katie! We didn’t even start discussing the book!“, you admonished the midfielder but couldn’t suppress a smile. “So?“, she retorted. Rolling your eyes, you finally gave in, in hopes that this would shut her up; “Okay, fine. You can fill the glasses.“ “Was that so bad?“, she grinned, filling the glasses and handing the first one to you. To your surprise, she did let you have a conversation about the book for some time, during which she made a point to look extra bored. At some point, she got up and excused herself. Vivianne followed shortly after.

At the door to the bathroom, the dutch player stopped her; “Katie, you didn’t really come here for the books, right?“ Katie stood in front of the sink, washing her hands and gasped in feigned shock; “How did you find that out, Sherlock?“ “The way you look at her, Watson.“, Viv replied, arms crossed in front of her chest. The Irish midfielder shrugged unimpressed; “And? What if I say yes? Will you kick me out of your book club?“

A small smile appeared on Viviannes lips; “No. But do you want some advice?“ “No.“, Katie answered quickly which made her team mate frown in confusion. But then Viv just shrugged and stepped in Katies place to wash her hands; “Alright.“ “I can do that without your help.“ “I know but maybe you should try to her hobbies seriously.“, Viv suggested casually.Katie gestured around herself; “I do. That’s why I’m here.“ “That’s cute for your standards.“, Viv smirked. “Shut up, Miedema.“

The smile on the dutch players face only grew bigger, knowing she hit a nerve; “Let’s go back to the others.“ “I thought you wanted to wash your hands for the rest of the night.“, Katie nodded in the direction of the sink. Vivianne turned off the water; “Only until you admitted why you’re really here. Thankfully I can read you like a book.“ “No, you can only read books like a book.“, the Irish woman answered. Vivianne ignored the joke with a shake of her head; “False.“ “No, I don’t have text all over me.“ “You’re such an idiot.“,Viv replied with a mixture of annoyance and fondness before following Katie out of the bathroom.

The striker glanced curiously at the teammates when she was sitting down:” What did we miss guys?” Kim sighed frustrated:” We started to talk about Jen’s love life instead of our recent read.” “We didn’t even finish Leah’s excuses on why she was too busy to finish the book.”, Beth teased the blonde teammate. “She’s really a busy girl.”, you hummed. Immediately Leah started to defend herself while pouting:”I am! It’s not my fault.”

Innocently Katie turned to you:” Maybe you should tell us how do you make time for reading while having a busy schedule aswell.” “Or we could keep talking about Jen’s dating dilemma.”, you proposed the idea with a wink in the direction, of the older Scottish woman. “Or we could finally start talking about the book”, Kim added already feeling her evening plan going of the rails tonight. Slowly you agreed:” Yes, that is an option too.” “Sounds boring.”, Katie mocked you two.

A big smile was on Beth’s lips as she nodded:“Honestly, especially because Jen’s dating stories are always so funny.” “I give up. Katie, can you give me some more of your wine`”, the captain groaned, hiding her face in her hands. Motivated the Irish woman stood up:“I’ll gladly do that!” “Thanks. Cheers to you all .”, Kim mumbled with a defeated smile. A wide grin was on Katie’s face: “Cheers, captain!”

“Tell us some of them, please.”, Meado begged. Smirking the Scottish defender reassured her:“Yes, don’t worry I’ll.” Jen loved to tell the stories, everyone in the team knew that and they loved her art of storytelling. Playfully she scolded Katie and Kim:” Shut up you two. We’re trying to have a conversation.” “Tell them about your date last week.”, the captain demanded. Happily Jen shook her head:“No, I might see her again.” “Wait, what?!”, Kim blurted out in surprise. The defender laughed because of her long time friend’s expression:“You heard me.” “Really?”

“That’s more interesting than the book, right`”, Katie leaned over to you with a cheeky grin. You rolled her eyes because of her comment: “Oh please.” “You can’t tell me, it’s not true.”, the Irish woman said. A small smile was on your lips while admitting:” Maybe I do enjoy a little bit of gossip here and there.” “I know you would.”, the midfielder triumphed. “You know that gossipy books exist too?”, you tried to remind her. “And what should they gossip about?” Confidently you told her:” I’m sure I could find a read for you which you could not be able to put down.”

“I’m sure you won’t be able to.“, Katie answered, shaking her head with conviction. You raised her eyebrows at her; “I disagree. We don’t live too far away from each other so maybe you can come with me after the book club ended and I can give you your book. The one that was just waiting for you all this time and you didn’t even know it.“ “Okay, fine. I’ll come with you.“, she answered faster than you expected. “Alright.“ Jen interrupted you two, calling for attention once again; “Guys, could you stop talking for a second. I’m here telling you my story.“

“Oh, you know, we were about to leave anyway.“, Katie grinned and drained the rest of her wine. You smiled apologetically at Jen; “Katie can’t wait to hold her book recommendation in her hands.“ “Pretty sure it’s not the book she wants to hold in her hands.“, Noelle mumbled with a yawn. “Oi, Noelle, we thought you were asleep!“, Beth yelled out in surprise. The Swiss defender grimaced; “That’s impossible with you all constantly talking.“ “That’s not true. You were sleeping at least in the beginning.“, Lia chimed in. The two Swiss players started discussing while Jen continued telling her dating stories and Kim rubbed the bridge of her nose in annoyance while you left with Katie.

To your surprise, your Irish team mate got a lot less annoying on your way back to your flat. You opened the door for the two of you and led Katie into the kitchen; “You can wait here and I’ll get you your next read.“ “Okay, I’ll wait.“ “Got it!“, you called from the living room when you finally found the perfect book and returned to the kitchen with it. Katie turned the book over in her hands; “Thanks.“ “You’re welcome.“, you smiled brightly. “So…“, Katie started as she carefully put the book down on the kitchen table. “Yes?“ “Now that we’re alone…“ The smile disappeared from your face but instead you gave your team mate a curious look; “Was Noelle right? That you’d like to…“ You couldn’t bring yourself to finish the sentence as Katie bridged the distance between you two. “I’d like to kiss you actually.“, she answered, more earnestly than she had been all evening.

With a challenging look you leaned forward; “Then what are you waiting for?“ “For you to give me the go.“, she explained, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Go on then.“ Without another word she pressed her lips on yours, kissing you passionately like it’s the only thing she wanted to do tonight.

When you woke up the next morning, you weren’t surprised to find Katie in your bed. You knew she stayed the night. What actually surprised you was the fact that she was reading in the book you gave her. “Wait. Am I still dreaming? Katie McCabe with a book in her hand?“ “It’s just for decoration. I’m trying to impress you.“, she replied fast but only reluctantly took her eyes off the page.

You smirked at that; “Yeah, it’s a pretty sight. But tell me is the model hungry?“ “Always.“, she laughed, so you got up, pulling an oversized shirt over your head and headed to the kitchen; “Breakfast will be ready soon.“ “I even get breakfast?“, the Irish midfielder asked in surprise. “Yes.“ “What a service.“, she teased.

You were just preparing the pancake better when you suddenly felt her strong arms around her waist; “I’m trying to cook here, McCabe.“ “Oh really?“, she laughed, her lips close to your ear. “Yes, or did you mean hungry in a different way?“, you asked. She replied by playfully biting the skin on your neck; “I meant it both ways.“

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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So I have this idea for a peter x reader. basically reader is really quiet and shes friends with Peter. anyway, she develops feeling for him but doubts that he'll ever feel the same and tries to hide it as much as possible. eventually when Peter tells her his feelings she laughs and thinks it's a joke like "how would u like me?" and Peter slows down sadly and is like "why would u think I'm joking?" and ends with just fluffy fluffy confessions and comfort <3

AN | Oh yes, one of my favorite tropes, aka Peter Parker confesses his love but you’re not buying it❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

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You’d known Peter Parker for the latter part of twenty years.

You’d known that you were in love with him for the last five years. You were pretty sure you’d been in love with him much longer than that, but realization hadn’t dawned on you just yet.

The revelation had come to you out of the blue one evening when you were at home in your shared apartment, the two of you watching a movie. He didn’t even really do anything special, it just hit as you listened to him comment on random scenes throughout the movie. You were in love with him.

But just as quickly as you had your breakthrough, you decided to push it to the side, compartmentalized to the back of your mind to decay there. You might have been helplessly in love with him, enamored and enraptured by him, but you would never tell him.

There was absolutely no way that Peter would ever return your feelings, not even remotely. No, nope, nah. You were his best friend, and that’s all you would ever be. That was your destiny, and while you hated it, you hated the idea of a life without Peter even more.

So, like some kind of self professed martyr, you decided to live with your secret.

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“Are you even paying attention?” you weren’t, not until Peter was waving his hand in front of your face, but he didn’t need to know that. You turned your attention back to him and gave him a tight lipped smile and even weaker nod. He laughed, sugar sweet and syrupy, “you’re lying!”

“Am not,” you huffed petulantly, poking around the food that was on your plate. Admittedly you’d lost your appetite and zoned out when Peter started talking about Kim from work and how she’d asked him out again. He insisted that he’d turned her down, again, but it didn’t cause that nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach to go away, “I couldn’t listen to another word out of your mouth, Parker. The sound alone could put me right to sleep.”

“Oh honey,” he took a sip of his drink, leaning back in his chair as he appraised you. You felt warm under his intent gaze, avoiding his eyes as you practically stared holes into the table, “we both know that’s not true.”

“How?” you snapped your gaze back to him, and found the most satisfied little smirk on his face.

“You wouldn’t have been friends with me for so long if you really thought that,” he leaned forward and shot you a wink, which caused you to almost melt into a puddle, “right?”

“You’re the worst,” there was nothing but an affectionate lilt in your words, “the absolute worst.”

“But you love me,” you knew it was meant as a friendly comment but you felt like your heart had just plummeted into your stomach. Did he know? He couldn’t know.

“Whatever,” you took the cloth napkin off your lap and tossed onto the table. You were out at a nice restaurant, both of you dressed to the nines; it would have been easy to assume you were a couple on a date. The waiter had made a comment about what a lovely couple you were, “hurry up so we can get out of here and get home.”

Home. As in your singular home. That’s right; not only were you a fool, you were an absolute fool. One that lived with her best friend that she was secretly in love with. It made things…interesting. But, if anything, it was a good exercise in futility.

“Pajamas and ice cream?” he asked, as if it was really any question. At least one night a week included a lazy night in watching movies in pajamas and lots of ice cream. You loved that you were able to enjoy such simple things, along with the finer things.

“Duh,” you teased, “now come on, before someone mistakes for a couple again.”

“Would that really be such a bad thing?” there was a look of genuine curiosity in his eyes that almost made you spill your deep, dark secret then and there.

“Yes,” you lied, biting the inside of your cheek, “the worst!”

Peter said nothing but you could feel him watching you. You were afraid that somehow he would learn all your deepest, darkest secrets.

You hoped he wouldn’t…you weren’t sure how you’d survive that.

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When you woke up the next morning, it was to something that smelled extremely delicious. You groaned as you rolled onto your back, rubbing the last of the sleep from your eyes, stomach gurgling loudly. You slipped out of bed and pulled on a discarded hoodie - it used to be Peter’s but was now yours - and socks as you padded out into the hallway.

Noise was coming from the kitchen and your brow furrowed as you walked towards the commotion. Peter’s bedroom door was open which meant that it was definitely him that was the source of all the commotion. Odd. He was usually not an early riser.

“Pete?” a large vase of daffodils, tulips, and daisies sat on the small kitchen table. Your favorites. The boy was in the kitchen, in a t-shirt and gray joggers (damn him), and moved around to make sure everything was ready at the same time, “what’s all this?”

“Hey babe,” the pet name flowed from his lips like it was a no brainer, like this was all so natural between the two of you. You supposed, in a way, it was, “I’m making breakfast.”

“I can see that,” you raised an eyebrow and gestured around, “what’s the occasion?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged lightly, “just wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Peter, that’s…really sweet,” yeah. You weren’t even going to attempt to deny that much, “it looks and smells delicious. And the flowers-”

“Also for you,” this time a sheepish expression crossed his features along with a pretty pink blush, “I just thought you deserved something nice.”

“Is there…it’s not my birthday,” you mused out loud, “it’s not a holiday. So…am I missing something?”

“No,” he considered you for a moment before swallowing thickly, “I just…let me do something nice without the whole interrogation thing!”

“You’re Spider-Man, you should be used to interrogations.”

“Not from you!”

“Well, consider it practice.”

“No, listen, I-” he groaned lightly, swiping a hand over his face, messing up his already roguish hair, “I-I-I-”

“You can’t get all flustered!” you teased, “can’t let the enemy know you’re weak!”

“I’m not-”

“Petey,” you laughed softly, enjoying the little back and forth banter, “I’m just teasing. No need to get so worked up. Look, I’m going to go-”

“I’m in love with you.”

“And shower before breakfast,” the two of you spoke at the same time, but you heard each other loud and clear. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, feeling the heat rise up in your cheeks, flustered and wanting to disappear, “w-why would you say that?”

“What?” he looked confused. Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest, “what do you mean?”

“I was just teasing you, but you don’t have to be cruel,” you felt tears already welling up as your lip trembled with effort to keep from crying, “why would you be so mean?”

“How? I don’t…what?”

“Why would you tease me and say you loved me?” despite your best efforts the tears had welled up and rolled down your face, “I was just messing around, but that’s…hurtful.”

“Wait - what do you mean?” a look of pure panic crossed his features as he shook his head, “why would I just say that? I would never say something like that if I didn’t mean it. Honey-”

“You don’t love me,” you threw up your hands in exasperation, “not like that. You’re my best friend!”

“You’re my best friend too,” he took a step closer and you took one back, “and I do love you as you my best, but you’re so much more than that. I’m in love with you.”

“You’re lying,” you insisted, unable to wrap your head around the fact that he might be telling the truth, “why would you be in love with me? I’m just…me.”

“That’s why I’m in love with you!” he wasn’t sure what your reaction was going to be, but he wasn’t fully expecting this one, “I’ve been in love with you for years! Have you really never noticed?”

“You’re just being a good friend,” were asking him or telling him? You weren’t entirely sure, “you don’t love me! You could never love me. I’m nothing.”

“You’re everything,” but you weren’t listening to him anymore. You were shaking your head, absentmindedly brushing your tears out of your face as you stumbled towards your bedroom.

“No, please just stop,” you insisted. You ducked into your bedroom and slammed the door shut before locking it. Realistically, if he really wanted to get in it would have been a breeze for him.

He called your name a few more times before you heard his retreating footsteps go back to the kitchen. All you could think to do was to climb into bed and get under the covers. Dealing with anything - what he had said and what you had said - seemed like the last thing you wanted to think about.

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At some point you woke up from the stress and sadness nap you had taken and found that the sun was shining brightly into the room. You looked at your phone with a groan when you saw that it was the middle of the afternoon.

Hesitantly you dragged yourself out of bed, again, and slinked towards the door, sticking your ear to it and listening for any signs of life, also known as Peter Benjamin Parker. This would be one of the times it would have been handy to have his enhanced senses, but even with your regular old human abilities, you were sure he wasn’t home.

With a sigh of relief you opened the door and walked back into the crime scene; the kitchen looked exactly as it had when you’d found Peter in it earlier. He must have left to give you space after your little - okay big - freak out. He’d always been good with boundaries and giving you space when needed.

Part of you almost wished he was here. The flowers on the table were almost taunting you, and you walked over to them, gently touching over their petals. Of course he knew your favorite flowers, he got them for you…kind of a lot now that you were thinking about it. He knew you inside out, better than anyone else, and sometimes you were convinced that he knew you better than you knew yourself.

You stepped into the kitchen and started to clean things up, putting dishes in the sink and other stuff away. The thought that Peter had touched each and everyone of these things provided a sense of relief.

Peter often did these sorts of things. He doted on you, you would absolutely admit this, but you’d always chalked it up to his friendly nature. But then…he wasn’t like this with his other friends. He was openly affectionate, yes, but with you it was different. You thought about the fact that he never went on dates with anyone - he would always turn them down, including Kim from work. The few times you’d gone on a date he always seemed upset, even if he tried to suggest otherwise. Huh.

People often asked if the two of you were dating, but you always gave them the same answer: platonic friends with a capital P. It sucked sometimes, especially when you knew that women, and men, practically threw themselves at Peter.

You thought back on all the things he did for you, all the days, nights, and weekends you’d spent together through the years and oh. Oh.

“Oh,” you whispered the singular word out loud to yourself, halfway through washing a plate when it hit you.

Peter hadn’t been lying; he was telling you the truth. The truth had been so obvious and right in front of you the entire time.

You wanted to curl up and vanish. Not only had you accused him of lying and only loving you as a friend, you’d run out on him and refused to talk to him like a stubborn child. All you could do was hope that you hadn’t ruined everything.

When you were finished cleaning up the mess from earlier, you made a mental plan. Maybe he wouldn’t believe you or forgive you, but it was worth a shot like a sort of romantic hail mary.

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Peter spent the better part of the day out of the apartment, opting to go and work in his office. His mind was reeling and the only way he could think to get it to quiet down was to throw himself into his work. He hoped that by the time he got home you would be willing to talk to him, or at the very least you wouldn’t run from him.

Needless to say, he wasn’t expecting you to be in the kitchen making dinner as you sang along to whatever record you threw on the vintage player. You’d gifted it to him a few years ago on his birthday after you’d seen him eyeing it about a hundred times. It was just one of the many ways you showed him love. He’d fallen even more in love that day.

“Hello?” he asked timidly as he kicked off his sneakers by the door. On the table next to the flowers he’d gotten for you, was another vase, this one filled with daisies and sunflowers; his favorites…because they reminded him of you.

At the sound of his voice you slowly turned around, bracing yourself for about a million different possibilities.

“Hi Pete,” you held up your hands in a meek little wave, feeling your flush furiously, “listen-”

“I’m sorry,” the two of you said at the same time.

“W-wait,” a pretty pout settled on your lips. He wanted to kiss you until it went away and was replaced with a smile, “what are you sorry for?”

“For making you uncomfortable,” he shrugged nervously, “I didn’t think what I said would come across so…like it did. I thought you knew, or at least kind of knew, how I felt. I thought maybe you felt the same and it was finally time to tell you. That didn’t land well obviously.”

“Peter,” whenever you said his name like that it made him want to melt into a puddle.

There were a million things you wanted to say, but couldn’t think of anything. Nothing seemed quite adequate or strong enough to convey the amount of love you held for the man in front of you.

You walked the few remaining steps over and stopped right in front of him, both of you staring at each other intensely.

You reached up to touch his face, your hand resting on his cheek. You leaned up and closed the little bit of remaining distance, pressing your lips against his. It only took a moment for his brain to catch up to what was happening, and when he did, his hands settled on your waist, and pulled you ever closer into his body.

Kissing Peter left so natural, so right, like you’d been doing it forever. There was no learning curve - the two of you already know each other so well - no awkward fumbling or misses. It just…was.

And kissing him was addicting. Now that you knew what it was like, you never wanted to stop. You wanted him all over you, all the time, forever.

But eventually you needed a breath of air and reluctantly pulled apart. You found him watching you like you were the most wonderful thing he had ever seen (you were).

“I’ve been in love with you for a very, very long time,” you admitted softly, causing his eyes to lit up, “I just never thought…you’ve always been my best friend and I was convinced you’d never want more. So I never said anything.”

“I’ve always wanted more - I want everything,” he took your face in his hands, cradling it delicately as he studied, “it’s always been you.”

“I thought that I was just me, and I’d never be good enough for you. And then I thought maybe you found out how I felt and you were teasing me,” it seemed really silly saying it out loud.

“I would never do that,” you knew he wouldn’t. Your own self doubt had you convinced of all the wrong things, “I meant it all. I’ve always meant it.”

“I thought about it while you were gone,” it was a soft confession that had you giving him a shy smile, “and I realized it was always so obvious.”

“It’s been terribly obvious,” he agreed as you exchanged soft laughs.

“Terribly,” you agreed, “will you forgive me for how I acted earlier?”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” he insisted, sweet and saccharine, “can I kiss you more?”

“I would-”

Before you could finish what you were saying, you smelt something burning and turned around to find your pain on fire. You panicked while Peter fell into action, taking the pan off and setting it in the sink before getting the fire out. It was just one of the many ways in which you complimented each other perfectly.

“Anyway, you were saying?” He had the biggest, silliest smile on his face as the kitchen filled with the smell of burnt food. You couldn’t help but break into a fit of giggles at the absurdity of it all...and then the smoke alarm went off.

“You can kiss me anytime,” you finally got to say what you had wanted to, shouting slightly over the alarm before the two of you dissolved into laughter, “I love you, Peter Parker. Really.”

“I really love you, honey bee.”

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sunohws · 3 months

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fuck you - choi yeonjun

pairing: sub!yeonjun x dom!male!reader

synopsis: You find out Yeonjun has a degradation kink after an argument.

genre (w/tags): smut, minors dni.. degrading, semi-public sex, college au

word count: 0.8k words

a/n: yeonjun. i finally made smth for yeonjun. I CRIED FOR 2 DAYS JUST FOR THIS TO BE LIKE 800 WORDS. IM SO ASHAMED. I WANTED TO MAKE SMTH LONH AND UNFORGETTABLE FOR YEONJUN BUT I CANT CUS I GET FRUSTRATED..

im sorry its so short..

"You are so annoying, you know that?"

"Maybe you should cry about it."

"I don't know how you're even allowed to walk into this fucking college with that peanut brain."

"No swearing please Mr. Kim!" The teacher piped in, though she knew both students were much too caught up in their argument to listen to anyone.

"Oh my god, did you get any love as a child?"

"Apparently much more than you did."

"What shoes your mom got on?"

"Are you trying to get killed?"

"Try, you fucking lunatic."

"I'm not all bark like you are Babyboy I don't recommend saying shit like that."

"Oh, I'm so scared."

"Mr. Choi and Mr. Kim, would you please sit back down? I'd like to continue my class."

The looks she received was enough to nod her head and sit herself down, letting them continue. The entire class even looked entertained.

"You are just so entirely pathetic it's hard to even look at you."

"Oh really?"

Yeonjun looked a little taken aback, spitting out a "yes? you're so hopeless." You gave him an amused look, challenging almost. You leaned down, face coming terribly close to Yeonjun's ear so that no one else could possibly see what you were saying.

"Then why are you hard?" You whisper, lingering there for a second to watch Yeonjun's face go red. He sat down, faced forward, and told the teacher to continue with class. "Finally." She huffed, carrying out the lesson. Yeonjun put his head down on his desk, realizing he was actually hard. 'What the hell,' he thought.

He heard you laughing quietly, you were way too amused by this situation. Soon class ended, and Yeonjun was too embarrassed to say absolutely anything as he tried to silently leave the class. He checked to make sure you weren't following him, then slipped into an old janitor's closet. 'God I wish there was a lock on this fucker.'

He tried to go behind some buckets and such against the wall so if anyone did enter, he wouldn't automatically be caught. Yeonjun attempted to quietly palm himself, using majority of his brain power to not think about you. Maybe he really liked arguing. Maybe he really liked being littered with insults by a very gorgeous boy with rings and piercings and a soothing voice.

"So, yeonjunie has a degradation kink, hm?" Yeonjun's eyes flew open, seeing you standing tauntingly in front of him. "I don't have a-" You moved forward suddenly, flicking Yeonjun's chin up to meet your eyes. Your knee pressed in between his thighs.

"I really never took you for a slut, you know? You can't even stop yourself from moaning my name." Yeonjun choked on a moan, his head rolling back against the wall. "It just happened, okay? I would never like you like that you fucking creep" Your knee pressed against him more making Yeonjun's eyes roll to the back of his head.

"You seem to be enjoying this a lot." You leaned in further, "Are you okay with this?" He eagerly nodded yes of course, finally admitting he wanted it. "Tell me if i go too far, please." You pulled Yeonjun forward to connect their lips, bringing their bodies as close as possible to each other.

Yeonjun grabbed at your hand to force it onto his own throat, you got the message and lightly gripping his throat. You brought your other hand to palm at Yeonjun's dick that was still hanging out for some reason. Yeonjun whined loudly, his head banging against the wall roughly every time he threw it back.

"You like pain too, hm, whore?" You said against his skin, biting on the soft flesh. Yeonjun couldn't stop shivering and groaning. You slowly lowered yourself onto your knees, starting to pump at the base. "How pathetic, you're so hard for me?"

Yeonjun moaned purely at the words; tears were streaming down his face already from the stimulation. "Do you want me to suck your sad little cock, hm?" He nodded vigorously. "Words, Yeonjun."

"Yes, please! please y/n" He choked out. You slowly put the entire length into his mouth, Yeonjun rendered speechless as the moan was caught in his throat. You started to go faster, bobbing up and down until you could feel the back of your throat being hit. You gripped his thighs harshly, using all your might to bottom out each time.

"Oh my- oh my god, im-" Yeonjun suddenly came into your mouth, feeling embarrassed and scared that you might not have wanted that. Though, you swallowed every drop possible, wiping your chin and licking it off while making eye contact. You liked the bittersweet taste. Yeonjun swore he could get hard purely off of that sight alone, but he was still trying to catch his breath.

You re-did the black-haired boys' pants, making sure he was clean and okay to go back to class. Yeonjun brought their lips together again for a slower kiss once you got up.

"Fuck you." he spat, though smiling slightly.

"Name a time and place." you laughed, smiling as he left the closet.

I FINALLY WROTE SMTH FOR YEONJUN...

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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I kinda want a part 2 with smutt/Angst of the unholy fic like what if his wife found out about it in the middle of them doing it, screaming at them and reader goes to say something smart and the wife runs away and Eddie and reader continues… if it’s possible with you?

Part 1

Here you go!

Another month passed and Eddie still couldn't separate himself from Y/N. Once he learned her real name that connection got deeper.

Once he got to moan out her real name past his lips, he fell in deep.

Still the same issue- he's married with a kid. And he never told her.

But now things got more complicated, now it wasn't just sex.

Now he's taken her on dates, to dinner, and even spent nights at her house.

Eddie is fucked- he was having a full blown affair.

He felt like she deserved to know Eddie was lying to her. That he had a whole secret life. He wanted to confess to her but was scared to lose her.

And he wasn't talking about his wife.

"Hello handsome." He smiled hearing her from behind him. Touching her arms as they wrapped around his neck. She leaned down with her chin on his shoulder.

"The back room?" She whispered, biting at his earlobe. He groaned and nodded. Standing up fast and following behind her barely covered body.

She pushed him on the couch and placed herself on his lap. Smoothing her hands over his chest, discarding his shirt quickly. Hands wander over his smooth and hairless skin, tracing delicately over his ink.

"I have to tell you something." He choked out, hands coming to stop her movement.

Then she saw it.

A bling in her vision.

Her eyes went to the distraction.

A gold band set on his left hand ring finger.

"Eddie, is that a wedding ring?" She asked. Hands frozen under his.

"yes" he whispered out

"WHAT THE FUCK!"She screamed as she threw herself off of his lap. Arms quickly covering her body.

"please let me explain." He stood up, refusing to let her move too far away from him

"explain what Eddie? You are fucking married! You are cheating on your wife and I'm just the mistress. Oh my God, I'm your mistress."

She was going into a spiral. She was falling for a man who had been lying to her. And lying to his wife.

"but you're not just the mistress. I really fucking like you Y/N and that's where I went wrong. I didn't expect to feel this way about you okay? I didn't even plan to come back here but I felt a pull to this place. A pull to you and I couldn't ignore it. Please believe me." He reached out to her slowly, lacing his fingers with hers.

"we can't though. This isn't right."

"but we can't just stop."

She hated that he was right. She felt the pull too. She barely gave out her name to clients but Eddie was different. She felt safe with him. Like he watched her body with more than only hunger in his eyes. She couldn't lie and say she never got excited when she saw him walk in. Or the disappointment she felt when he didn't show up. How her heart began to race a tad bit faster when he took her out to dinner. Her mind would flash with images of them as a couple. She always wondered what it'd be like to officially be his. But now that could never be, right?

But then he kissed her and nothing felt wrong.

She moaned as she wrapped her arms over his neck. She melted into him as his hand cupped her cheek, the other one sliding down to her ass. He smacked it lightly which caused her to gasp out. Giving Eddie the chance to sneak his tongue into her mouth.

They may be lying, but it felt too right to stop.

They decided to keep it a secret a little bit longer. She learned Eddie had a daughter, she saw the photos and she was adorable. She looked just like Eddie. A head of curly hair and a toothless smile.

They were sitting at a diner booth, over in the corner.

"I got the papers today. All that's left is asking her to sign them." Eddie smiled as he kissed Y/N's hand. Together they were planning their future, but the divorce needed to be done first.

"Will she have any idea?" Y/N asked. She felt a little guilty she was tearing someone's family apart. Eddie told her that it was him who destroyed his family when he chose to follow her to the back room.

"I think so. Her and I haven't been happy ever since Cara was born. She changed. It was like she got the baby she wanted and didn't want anything to do with me anymore. Trust me, we've been out of love before I met you "

Eddie gave his wife the papers a week ago and she's been dragging her feet to sign them. Questioning why he was so ready to give up on their marriage. Fighting constantly Eddie decided to stay at Wayne's. Thinking the distance will cool things down and she'll sign the papers and they can move on.

Wayne still works at night so Eddie spent most of his nights alone when Cara was staying with her mother. Eddie's been looking at places to live, wanting to leave the house to his wife.

But being alone for the night caused Eddie's mind to wander to her. Then he began to crave her and want her. Before he knew it he was calling the number.

Within the hour he heard knocking on the door. He didn't waste a second pulling her body into the trailer, smashing his lips right on hers. Moaning at the cigarette taste, she must have smoked one on the way. His hands were all over her, never landing in one spot.

"fuck I missed you so much." He gasped into her mouth, leaving wet kisses down her neck.

"you saw me two days ago." She laughed, moving her head to the side to give him more room to work on.

"way too long." His teeth slightly biting at her skin.

"fuck Eddie, right there." Y/N moaned.

She was hunched over the end of the couch, clawing at the cushions as Eddie pounded into her from behind.

His thrusts were harsh and fast. Practically forcing her face into the cracks of the couch. Her back arching high, shoving her ass even further into Eddie.

Slapping at the skin as she presses it into him. Her ass was red and hand marks lingered. Not that she cared.

"you like that baby? Huh?" He teased, circling her clit as he bent over, naked chest to her naked back.

"I want to see you when I cum." She begged, hands searching behind her to feel Eddie. He grasped her hand and kissed the skin.

Slowly moving himself out of her. Hissing at the cold air that surrounded his cock, already missing her warmth.

She quickly turned around, back laying on the couch, moving over so he had a place to rest his knees.

One of his hands rested on her knee, the other pumping his cock as he looked at her. Kneeling between her legs, powering over her.

"you are so fucking gorgeous. So tight and wet." She whined at his words. Grabbing his hand that held his cock and moving it towards her.

He laughed at her impatience and slipped back in.

"Jesus fuck." He moaned. No matter how many times he filled her, it never felt the same. Somehow better every time.

Together they were lost in the moment. Moans, whines, and the occasional screams leaving their bodies.

He saw his wife first. He opened his eyes for a split second. He saw her eyes staring back into his. A huge part of him didn't even care he was getting caught. Slowly thrusting back into Y/N. Going as slow as he could to feel every single part of her gripping him. Staring straight in his wife's angry eyes. A slow smirk reached his face.

"Eddie fuck, fuck me harder" She moaned, throwing her head back. The action caused her to see another body watching them. Quickly screaming and pushing Eddie out of her. She grabbed the nearest item of clothing she could find- Eddie's shirt. Not like that would help the problem at hand.

"Eddie Munson. What the actual fuck are you doing?" She sneered. Y/N watched them closely. It was quite obvious she had to be the wife. She didn't think Eddie had two mistresses knocking on his door on the same day.

Eddie stood there naked and proud. Like he wasn't scared to be caught at all.

"Well I was fucking my pretty girl here, but you kind of ruined that."

Maybe it wasn't the best time to blush at Eddie's compliment but she couldn't control that.

His wife's eyes snapped to her body sitting on the couch, still trying to cover her nakedness.

"Seriously Eddie? We have a family and you are fucking someone behind my back? Did our marriage vows mean nothing to you?"

Eddie felt his eyes roll before he made them.

"Listen, we both know this marriage ended months ago." He hissed as he threw on his boxers, trying to ignore the fact that he was still hard and throbbing.

"what when you met this slut?"

"don't call her that."

Y/N silently watched the two go back and forth. Feeling like she should leave but honestly would have no where to hide.

"that's what she is, isn't she? A stripper right? From that fucking club you go to weekly." She accused.

"technically I am a stripper, not a slut. There's a difference." She quietly spoke up. Her job doesn't define her.

"oh shut up. I'm sure there wasn't a difference when my husband tipped you extra to suck him off."

"he doesn't tip me. He's not a customer anymore."

"seriously shut the fuck up." His wife bit back.

"I told you not to talk to her like that." Eddie snapped.

"stop protecting her! She is ruining our marriage! You let her seduce you for money Eddie. She doesn't like you."

"Okay now hold up. None of that is true. I didn't know he was even married at first. He never said anything and he never wore a ring. Second I never seduced him. And I am sorry that I've been helping him cheat on you. " Y/N apologized.

"DON'T SAY YOU ARE SORRY! YOU'RE NOT!" His wife screamed, heading fast towards Y/N but Eddie stepped in the way

"and I do really like him." She added from behind Eddie's shoulder

Eddie felt himself smile at her confession, but it quickly dropped at his soon to be ex-wife's expression.

"Look, I gave you the papers weeks ago. It's over. It's been over. I'm not in love with you anymore and I know you aren't with me. This is what is best for us and best for Cara."

"Don't say her name in front of that whore. I'll sign the papers. I'll give you the divorce. But Cara will never be allowed near her, do you understand me?"

"I do understand you, but Y/N isn't going anywhere. Cara will have to meet her at one point in their lives."

His wife scoffed and ran back out the door, slamming it harshly behind her.

"Planning to keep me around Munson?" She teased as she kissed his bare shoulder.

He turned around and hooked his arms under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly into the air. Carrying her to the kitchen counter.

"oh you aren't going anywhere, now I believe you were asking me to fuck you harder, if that's correct?" He teased as his hands trailed under his shirt she was wearing, and tossed it back to the floor.

"seriously? Your wife walked in on us, and you want to go again?" She asked, laughing to herself.

"fuck yeah. I'd keep fucking you even if she was watching." He pulled his cock out of his boxers, slipping himself back into her wet cunt.

"oh God." She moaned, head throwing back into the cabinets.

"that's it baby. Let me fuck my girl real good."

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merakicharm · 4 months

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(Takes place after the attack on Mr Choi Gang-u by Lee Yeong Ho in place of Kim Min Joon in episode 16)

"But why did Lee Yeong Ho have Ko Jin Cheol's cellphone with him in the first place?" Ha-ri wondered aloud.

"I think... he was planning on finishing me and turning himself in, saying Joo Hyeongi instigated him to do it" Kim Min Joon rose from his seat with a sombre expression.

Ha-ri's heart stuttered at that.

"Is he insane?" she thundered, springing up from her own chair, startling, Nu-ri, Cheetah and Kim Min Joon himself. "Is he so loyal to Chairman Cha?? Even if that man tells him to kill himself he'll do that also? Arghhh!! This is so annoying!"

The three men around her looked at each other and then back at her. Kim Min Joon cleared his throat, and Nu-ri and Cheetahsshi gave each other sly glances. But Ha-ri was too worked up to notice either of them. Striding forward with clenched fists, she threw a punch at the wall, scrunching her eyes shut and expecting the grating pain and ready to welcome it. Pain could distract her from this crazy guy and his even more crazy plans. And perhaps the rush of some other emotions she felt too.

But the hit didn't cause even the remotest feeling of pain. Instead, she felt something soft around her hand. Opening her eyes, she found her fist trapped within Kim Min Joon's larger gentler hand. Cheetahsshi and Nu-ri were staring at the sight with barely suppressed grins.

"That's enough Ha-ri-ssi. I thought I told you not to hurt yourself?" Kim Min Joon was staring into her eyes, eyebrows quirked. She scowled at him. "Yahh! Let go of my hand!"

"Not unless you promise me you won't hurt yourself again"

She scowled even more harshly at that, trying to stare him down. He stared right back at her, unflinching. It was probably when they exceeded more than a minute of staring at each other that Cheetahssi spoke up.

"Uhhh Pentium-ssi, I am exhausted after all that action and drama. I think I'll crash. What about you, Pentium-ssi?"

"Ahh, yes yes, me too. Cheetahsshi, I think I'll sleep too. It's been a long day for me. Not resting won't do my wounds any good either"

In her peripheral vision, she saw them slinking out of the room, quiet and subtle. But really, she was more focused on the man in front of her than the two leaving.

In a very low voice that oozed threat and danger, she enunciated each word.

"Kim Min Joon. Let go of my hand. Right now."

Kim Min Joon simply stared down at her. And that infuriated her too. He was so tall and handsome with lips that looked so kissable and eyes which held so many promises. They were staring at her right now. Ha-ri saw love and worry in them. His eyes were always worried when they found her in a tough or vulnerable position.

Finally relenting, "It won't hurt me all that much", she said in a softer tone. Kim Min Joon had not moved or spoken yet. He was eyeing her silently, hand still clasped within his. Ha-ri stepped closer and closer, watching him for any reaction. His eyes simply followed her. She came right up to him, the tip of her nose almost touching his chin.

"Min Joonah," she whispered.

He inhaled sharply at that.

Now that she was so near him, Ha-ri felt that undeniable urge to touch him, hug him, pat him, anything which allowed her to be ensured of his physical presence and most of all, safety.

Self control Ha-ri, self control. Self-control Ha-ri, self-control, self-control, self-control she chanted in her head.

"Min Joonah" she whispered even more softly if possible. Kim Min Joon gulped, bringing her attention to his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Some primal thirst in her flared and she ended up gulping herself. Kim Min Joon looked down at the movement and then raised his eyes to her eyes and then back down to her lips. He slowly loosened his grip on her hand, letting go altogether. Ha-ri rested her hand on his waist.

"Ha-ri"

There was warning in his voice.

"That sounds nicer" she observed.

"You like it when I call you by your name? Without any honorifics?" he questioned her.

"Ah ahh," Ha-ri gaped. She hadn't realised she was talking aloud. Pursing her lips, she stared mutely at him. A smirk was fast making its way onto his face.

"It's not like that! Yahh!"

"Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-ri."

"Kim Min Joon!!" she huffed.

"Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-"

Min Joon's chanting was abruptly brought to an end when Ha-ri with both her hands pulled at his collar, dragged him to her level and pressed her lips against his plush ones. For a few moments, there was really no response from Min Joon.

"Min Joonah, if you didn't like that, I am sorry" she apologized rapidly, stepping back and away from him. All along, she had thought this whole thing was mutual and for all his flirting, Min Joon was just as invested in them as she was. She didn't even know if the kiss had been the problem. Maybe he hadn't come around to trusting even her when it came too close to his liking. As ten thousand thousand and more thoughts rushed into her head, she felt Kim Min Joon's eyes on her. It made her feel sad and anxious now, after his blatant refusal of her.

Just as she was about to turn away, a pair of strong hands grabbed her waist and pulled her to Kim Min Joon. Startled, she stared up at him. He was breathing deeply, eyes fixed on her alone.

"Ha-ri"

The teasing was gone. In its place was barely concealed urgency.

"Min Joon?" she sounded unsure.

Hands still clutching her waist, he held her impossibly close to him. Bending down, he laid his forehead on hers.

"Ha-ri"

"Min Joon" she whispered back.

"Ha-ri" he raised his head and stared at her lips.

"Can I?" he stared into her eyes. She nodded. Very slowly, Min Joon closed the distance between them, until he was an inch away from her lips.

"Ha-ri-ah" he murmured and then they were kissing.

To be kissed by Kim Min Joon made her feel as if she was in the seventh heaven of delight. Fireworks went off and off in the back of her head. Ha-ri closed her eyes tightly, and grabbed at the hem of his shirt, fisting it hard. The way he did it so flawlessly, so perfectly irked her.

Am I not the first woman he's dated? she thought angrily to herself. The thought made her nip harshly at Min Joon's bottom lip, causing him to pull away and stare at her, confused.

"What's wrong?"

Apparently, her face practically announced that she was angry.

"Nothing" She was still clutching at his hem but looked away in embarrassment. One hand still on her hips, Kim Min Joon used his other hand to guide her face back to him

"Tell me what's wrong" Kim Min Joon's voice was soft and gentle. That made her even more embarrassed. She kept mum.

"Please?" he whined softly, palm flat against her cheek now.

"This was not your first time, was it?" she asked, somewhat petulantly.

Whatever Kim Min Joon had been expecting, this definitely had not been it.

"Huh?"

"What?" she shot back. Min Joon's eyes widened at her tone.

"Ok ok, I did have a girlfriend or two back in Germany, but never a serious relationship with any of them, alright? I didn't love them"

It was on the tip of Ha-ri's tongue to ask her whether they were pretty. Prettier than her. But Min Joon beat her to it.

"And before you even think about it, they were nowhere near as beautiful as you" he smiled at her

"As if!" she scoffed.

Min Joon laughed softly. That irritated Ha-ri. She lunged for his lips a second time, kissing him so fiercely he almost lost his balance and stumbled. Once again, she nipped at his lips.

Min Joon broke off laughing loud and like bells chiming.

"You really are a fierce lady Jang Hari-ssi!"

Ha-ri smiled an annoyed smile at him and then wrapped her arms around him, embracing him softly. His gentle arms wrapped around her slim built in a minute, pulling her closer. She rested her head against his chiselled chest, comforted and comfortable.

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea - Chapter 8

Summary - Hailey’s US visa was due to expire, which normally wouldn’t be an issue as the CPD would get it renewed but due to a backlog of paperwork, this wasn’t possible. This meant Hailey was faced with the real possibility of having to leave the country, her job and everything she held dear. That was until Jay offered up a solution which would allow her to stay in Chicago, in Intelligence, with him - they could get married. Getting married was a good idea, right?

Chapters - 8/20

Chapter Title - The Nerves

Notes - Thanks for all the love and excitement on the last chapter, hope you enjoy this one too. Happy Reading! AO3 Link

‘I am stealing your fiancée and kicking you out Halstead,’ Kim announced dramatically when Jay let her into the apartment on Friday night, the night before they were due to get married.

‘You’re doing what now Burgess?’ Jay asked curiously. Hailey stood just behind him and was stifling a laugh, Kim could be a force to be reckoned with when she decided to.

‘It’s the night before your wedding, it’s bad luck for you two to stay in the same place so you’re going to stay with Will. Don’t worry I already cleared it with him. You can see Hailey tomorrow at the courthouse, I’ll get her there on time, don't worry,’ Kim added with a light laugh.

‘Did you know about this?’ Jay said to Hailey, raising an eyebrow as he spoke.

‘Nothing of the sort, but it is tradition,’ she said with a smirk. ‘Have fun at Will’s.’

Jay shook his head but had to smile, it was very fitting that Kim would be the one to hold them to traditions which considering it wasn’t a real marriage felt highly irregular but Hailey was smiling and joking with her friend, and that was enough for him. He started to head into his room to pack an overnight back when he heard Hailey call out.

‘I put your spare hold-all in the box under our bed,’ she said, shooting him a look that took him just a second to decipher.

‘Oh, thanks,’ he said before turning heel and walking into her room.

He had almost blown their cover out of pure habit, all the stuff he would need to pack a bag should technically be in the same room as Hailey’s stuff because obviously an engaged couple shared a room. Thank goodness Hailey had been paying attention - she’d always been better at undercover work than he had.

It didn’t take him long to grab some stuff, shove it into his duffle and head back out to say goodbye to Kim and Hailey.

‘See you tomorrow Jay,’ Kim said with a smirk, ‘have fun with Will. Now say goodbye and don’t get too lovey dovey, you’ll see her in less than a day.’

Jay glanced at Hailey realising they were back in their new roles as fiancée and fiancé, she smiled and he saw her nod her head just slightly giving him silent permission.

‘See you tomorrow,’ he said quietly, pulling her into a hug. Pulling back slightly he glanced down at her lips and before he had a chance to second guess himself he gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. Her lips were just as soft as he remembered.

Hailey’s cheeks were slightly reddened when they separated.

‘11:30 tomorrow, don’t forget,’ she said smiling.

‘How could I forget that,’ he winked at her and made his way to the exit. ‘Look after her Burgess,’ he called over his shoulder as he closed the door behind him.

It felt natural. Jay kissing her goodbye, it just felt right. It took a second before Kim fake coughed to get her attention.

‘Well you two are sickeningly adorable,’ she said with a grin and Hailey couldn’t disguise her blush.

‘Shut up,’ she scoffed. ‘Wine?’ She asked in an attempt to change the topic.

‘Yes, but first,’ Kim walked over to a bag sat by the front door that Hailey hadn’t noticed her bring in. ‘You need to go try this on.’ She held out the bag with a smile.

‘Okay…’ Hailey said slowly, taking hold of the bag with anticipation.

‘Go on,’ Kim said, almost pushing her into the bathroom.

Closing the door behind her, Hailey opened the bag, curiously wondering what her friend was up to. Pulling out something wrapped in tissue paper, she unwrapped it and gasped.

It was beautiful.

It was a dress.

More specifically it was a white dress.

A wedding dress.

It looked to be made of a light satin, but it was once Hailey pulled it on, discarding her jeans and tee haphazardly in the corner that her jaw dropped. It hugged her in all the right places, giving her the perfect silhouette. She looked beautiful.

She looked like a bride.

Her eyes roamed over it trying to take it all in. It was mid length, the hem sitting just a couple of inches below her knees, there was a slit up the side that Hailey knew would give just a little bit more of her thigh when she walked. The material was brought together at her right hip but continuing upwards was supported by a singular thick strap resting on her right shoulder. There was a small amount of beading on the ruched detail at her hip that caught the light as she moved. She brought her hand over her mouth. She had never looked like this before.

Well she had never gotten married before.

‘Does it fit?’ Kim’s voice broke through her revery and Hailey hastily wiped under her eyes where tears had started to brim.

‘Kim, it’s beautiful,’ she whispered.

‘Come on then, let me see. I’m not the one who’s marrying you,’ she heard her friend laugh from behind the door. ‘Oh Hailey,’ she said once Hailey had opened the door and walked into the living room.

‘I can’t wear this,’ Hailey said quietly. It was too much.

‘Of course you can, it’s stunning on you. Jay is going to lose his nut when he sees you,’ Kim chuckled.

‘Isn’t it a bit too formal for a courthouse?’ Hailey asked, trying to think of any excuse even though the dress wasn’t super formal. It was still an actual wedding dress. She couldn’t wear an actual wedding dress to her not-actual wedding, it was absurd. The lines were getting blurred already, this might as well just erase any that remained.

‘You can wear your sneakers with it if you want,’ Kim giggled. ‘No, I’m serious Hails, you look incredible. You have to wear it.’

After a second of Hailey just standing there not saying anything, Kim asked, ‘do you not like it?’

‘No, no I love it,’ Hailey answered quickly. ‘It looks like it’s expensive though so I can’t-’ but Kim interrupted her.

‘Nope, it cost me less than $100 from that off the rack place down on West Illinois. Makayla asked what you were wearing and I couldn’t as well tell her that you’d be wearing jeans and that damn red flannel of yours now could I,’ she laughed again. ‘It’s my wedding present to you. It’s not everyday you get to watch two of your best friends tie the knot, is it,’ she smiled and took both of Hailey’s hands in her own. Hailey felt her squeeze gently and she couldn’t help but smile. It might not be real, but for just that moment, she wanted to believe it was.

‘It’s really sweet Kim, and the dress is gorgeous,’ she paused. ‘Can I really wear my sneakers with it?’ She said bashfully, looking up at Kim and grinning.

‘If you must,’ she replied and then the pair burst into giggles.

Moving to Chicago had been a huge step for Hailey, even if she hadn’t ever had that many close friends in Toronto, it was still outside of her comfort zone. But she hadn’t just found a job she loved, she had found a family. She was forever grateful for the people she had encountered who had become permanent fixtures in her life. Never did she think she’d have a friend like Kim who would go out of her way to do something like this for her. She could cry just thinking about it.

‘Now let me get changed and then we can crack open that wine,’ Hailey said dramatically before she cried on her brand new dress. ‘This is far too nice to spill some red down.’

The pair spent the evening chatting, drinking wine and generally putting the world to rights. Hailey was pleased that after the initial discussion of the dress, the conversation topic shifted away from her and Jay’s relationship. She got the updates about Kim and Adam and how the pair of them had hit a couple of bumps but were making it work. Kim told her all about how Makayla was doing at school having won the prize in the science fair the week before. It was nice for just a moment to forget about the giant secret she was keeping, she could just be plain old Hailey for the night, no strings attached.

‘Are you staying the night?’ Hailey asked whilst clearing away the glasses and the empty bottle.

‘Nope, I’ve text Adam to pick me up, he’ll be here in a bit. I promised Mak I’d help her get ready in the morning. Unless you want me to stay?’ She asked.

‘No no, I’ll be fine,’ Hailey said with a small smile. ‘You get my favourite niece all decked out in her Frozen best.’

‘We will come pick you up on route okay, text you when we are on our way over?’

‘Sounds perfect, thanks Kim.’

Hailey was never usually the one to initiate a hug, she had nothing against them but it just wasn’t something she did often, but right now she couldn’t help herself. She pulled her friend into a tight embrace, trying to pour everything into it. How thankful she was to have her in her life, how much she appreciated everything she had done for her, how much she loved her.

‘Enjoy your final sleep as a single lady,’ Kim winked after the two let go of each other.

‘See you in the morning,’ Hailey smiled, closing the door behind her. She let out a shaky breath as everything came crashing over her, what she and Jay were actually trying to accomplish, how much was weighing on it.

Kim’s just gone home. Hope you’re having a good evening with Will.

She sent off the text to Jay without a second thought, she’d have phoned him if she knew he was free but she had a feeling that the boys may have taken him out for a final drink. She didn’t have long to wait to find out the answer though, her phone rang a second later, Jay’s name flashing across her screen.

‘Hey,’ his voice, warm and comforting, echoed through the speaker.

‘Hey,’ she said softly, dropping herself down onto the couch and tucking her legs up underneath her.

‘Have a good evening with Kim?’

‘Yeah it was nice, she-’ Hailey paused. She had been about to tell him that Kim had bought her a dress for tomorrow but something held her back. Part of her wanted to see his face when he saw her in it. If it was anywhere close to the reaction he had had to her outfit on their ‘date’ then it would be worth it. ‘She bought wine,’ she finished.

‘Make sure to have some water before bed then, I know what kind of an influence that Burgess can be,’ she heard him chuckle and couldn’t help the feeling of warmth that surged through her. Even when he wasn’t here he was still checking in on her and looking after her.

‘I will do, thanks Jay,’ she smiled.

‘You okay?’ He asked after a brief moment of silence.

‘I guess I’m just a little nervous,’ Hailey admitted. There was no point hiding from Jay, he was the only person apart from Will that she could actually talk to truthfully about all of this. Well at least part truthfully.

‘It’s normal to get nervous before the big day, I’m sure most people do.’

‘But most people aren’t lying to their friends and the law,’ Hailey sighed, a hand rubbing her forehead.

‘Hailey,’ Jay sighed. ‘I know, but it’s the only way.’

‘I know, I just…’

‘I hate lying to them too. But you know they’d be supporting us anyway if they knew the whole story. They are just supporting us in a different way right now.’

‘But they are so happy for us.’

‘They are happy that we are happy. And we are happy because us doing this lets you stay in the country. And that makes them happy too.’

‘I guess so,’ she conceded.

‘It’ll all be fine Hailey, I promise.’ She smiled, her shoulders relaxing from tension she hadn’t even known she had been holding.

‘I believe you,’ she said softly and she meant it.

‘Okay then, get some sleep and I’ll see you at the courthouse tomorrow. Oh I invited Mouse by the way, I know you’ve never met him but-’

‘But he’s your friend and if he found out you got married, fake or not, he would be hurt if he wasn’t invited,’ Hailey said calmly.

‘Yeah, he’s done a lot for me over the years and I don’t want him to be hurt.’

‘It will be lovely to meet him, he’s doing a lot for me too,’ Hailey smiled.

‘Thanks Hails. Okay, Will is probably going to knock in a minute and tell me to shut the hell up so I’ll say goodnight.’

‘Goodnight Jay.’

‘It’ll all be okay Hailey, sleep well.’ And with that, he ended the call and Hailey dropped her phone onto the cushion next to her. She hoped he was right, there was too much riding on this for him to be wrong.

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Hailey tossed and turned most of the night, unable to switch off her mind from spiralling through worst case scenarios. These ranged from Jay not showing up and being jilted at her own fake wedding, Immigration Services crashing into the court and arresting her, or her father showing up and declaring that she couldn’t get married and taking her back to Canada.

She was aware in her logical mind that none of those were going to happen, but her wine filled mind didn’t seem to be able to filter out the possible from the improbable. She lay awake, staring at the ceiling waiting for her alarm to go off before she dragged herself out of bed.

She was grateful that Kim had gone home last night, it meant she didn’t have to keep up the act for any longer before what was already going to be an intense day of wearing a mask. It gave her a moment to actually decompress and realise that after today, everything was going to change.

Jay and her knew it wasn’t real, but everyone else didn’t. Everyone else would expect them to wear their rings everyday, call each other husband and wife, be madly in love with each other. She’d have to tick the married boxes on forms instead of the single. She’d legally be his next of kin should anything happen to him in the field or vice versa. Maybe they hadn’t thought this through enough, they’d only thought about it on a top level. Just as she was starting to panic again, her phone vibrated against the nightstand.

Good Morning - Jay

Her panic stopped. He was the reason she knew it would be okay. All of this, she wasn’t going through it alone. He was going to be right by her side. He was her best friend, he was literally throwing his own life upside down to make sure that she didn’t have to. And the person who knew she would probably be freaking out right now, so let her know in a couple of words that he was there for her.

A different panic set in as she sat up in bed.

Shit.

For some ridiculous reason they had decided to write their own vows. Something about it looking good on the visa application, people marrying just for the sake of a visa would be unlikely to do it so it could work in their favour. The only thing not working in their favour now was that fact that she was supposed to be getting married in 5 hours and she hadn’t written a jot. Not a single word.

She couldn’t remember if it was her ridiculous idea or Jay’s but it was a stupid idea, whoever’s it was. But now she had to deal with it.

She jumped out of bed and headed to the living room, ignoring the white dress that was hanging on the wardrobe, a visual reminder of what was happening in a few short hours. Grabbing the notepad and pen she kept by the fridge for grocery reminders, she plopped down on the couch and stared at the blank sheet of paper.

How the hell do you write vows?

She started with the classic - Jay, from the moment I met you.

She crossed it out, the wedding might be a lie but saying anything to do with when they had first met would be even more of a lie. One that all of the unit would be able to see through. Their partnership had been rough to start with and everyone had known it.

She tried again - Jay, you make me feel like the only woman.

That got crossed out as well. Hailey would never say something like that, not in the comfort of her own apartment and definitely not in front of her friends.

Third time’s the charm, she thought. Jay, I never thought we’d end up here.

Well at least that was truthful she thought and continued to scribble, deciding the closer she stayed to the truth the easier it would be to make it believable. As she wrote she realised something, she wasn’t just staying close to the truth, she was writing the truth. The truth about how safe he made her feel, the truth about how she knew he always had her back. The little truth about how he made her laugh, and how when she laughed, his smile would stretch wide and his green eyes would sparkle. About how he knew when things were difficult, all she needed was a game on the TV, a beer in her hand and some pizza in her stomach.

All of it was the truth. And when she wrote the final line, she had to wonder to herself, was that true as well.

I love you Jay Halstead. And I always will.

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A few blocks away sat on the floor of his brother's apartment, Jay Halstead was surrounded by screwed up balls of paper, failed attempts at vows for his marriage which was less than 5 hours away. His current attempt was resting on the coffee table but his pen had stilled, all thoughts disappearing from his head.

This wasn’t the first time he had attempted to write them, he had tried every evening for the past week but every time he tried, he hated every single thing his brain came up with. It all sounded so fake, so cliche and even if the wedding wasn’t real, Hailey deserved more than that. He was also aware that they would have an audience, an audience who knew them very well and would be able to tell if they just spouted some lovey dovey crap. If they were going to do that then they might as well have just done the traditional vows.

He stopped counting after his 7th attempt, but if he had to guess this would be at least his 16th draft. This time he had decided to take a different path, thinking if he stayed close to the truth then his vows would sound less fake, less questionable.

Hailey, you’ve been my best friend for years now but somewhere along the way, you became something else.

It wasn’t a lie, his feelings for Hailey were complicated to put it lightly. He knew she viewed him as a best friend, and he thought of her in the same way. But he was pretty sure best friends didn’t make out with each other in the middle of the night and then replay the same moment over and over again in their mind until they knew it like the back of their hand. Will had said before they moved in together that he thought Jay was in love with her, Jay had laughed it off, the idea ridiculous. But now he wasn’t so sure.

You’re the most beautiful person I know, both inside and out.

That was a truth he was willing to die for, those eyes would haunt his dreams for as long as he lived.

Maybe sticking close to the truth was a risk, he was pouring out his heart to someone he knew didn’t feel the same way. Was he about to make a fool of himself? No, because it was fake, it was fake to her, she would think it was fake to him too. He’d be safe, they were just words after all.

‘How’s it going out there?’ Will’s voice echoed through the apartment as he appeared in the doorway, white shirt untucked with black dress pants, his feet bare on the hardwood floor.

‘It’s going,’ Jay said, still keeping his focus on the paper in front of him.

‘Who thought it was a good idea for you to write your own vows for your fake marriage to the girl you’re in love with?’ Will asked with a smirk.

‘How many times-’ Jay started with a huff before Will interrupted.

‘Do you have to tell me you’re not in love with Hailey? At least one more with a straight face,’ Will laughed.

‘I’m not in love with Hailey,’ Jay said, keeping his face as straight as he could, ignoring the words he had just written on the page.

Hailey Upton, I love you. Yesterday, today and forever. I’m yours.

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⌗ kim doyoung x f!reader

⌗ summary: kim doyoung, is yonsei's most successful student with a bright feature and a lover, everything looks fine but at the same time it's all in a different reality.

⌗ genre: fluff, angst, unistudent!doyoung, unistudent!reader

⌗ featuring: kim doyoung

⌗ warnings: unwanted marriage

⌗ wc: 896

[04.44]

“Words they always win, but i know i’ll lose”

Doyoung was one of the most successful, talented students at the university where he studied. With those loving gazes coming out of his eyes, he looked at his lover sitting next to him, whose head was buried in her book..

"Don't look at me like that, like I'm living my last days on this earth" Yn knew from the beginning that Doyoung was looking at her because he wasn't very good at this kind of 'secret stuff'.

"I'm sorry, but you look so beautiful when i look at you from here" Yn was content to smile. Yn still had a lot of classes to study, and the finals week was approaching, but she was killing time sitting here with her boyfriend in one of the secluded corners of the library.

Yes, reading books was a time-killing activity for Yn. "Won't you reciprocate my compliment?" Doyoung was a little more tucked into the bottom of the Yn as if it were possible. Yn had finally lifted her head from the book and looked at Doyoung.

"I won't reciprocate your compliment if you keep looking at me like that, and also, you're so close right now."

Yn often distanced herself from certain things, and hated herself because of this, but it was something that came from her childhood. Close contact with people overwhelmed her, so Yn swore to herself that she would 'never find a lover'.

But isn't the world like that? You find yourself in the middle of that hole even though you said ‘I won't do it anymore’. She’s in that hole that goes between doing it or not. Yn was a face-low on all the decisions she made about what could happen at most.

"Yn, you're so resentful. Did something happen?"

She shook her head with Doyoung's question. Her cheeks were then trapped by Doyoung's soft hands. "Are you sure?"

Her cheeks swelled as Doyoung squeezed them, and Yn barely shook her head once more. "You're so cute right now.”

"Thank you, you look like a monster from here" Doyoung smiled at Yn's joking compliment and put a small kiss on her lips. Yn remained motionless where she was with the shock.

Doyoung had stepped back and turned towards the table. Although he wanted to spend 'cute' times with his girlfriend, he still had an educational life to continue and a family legacy that eventually awaited him.

"Hey you!" Yn had hit Doyoung's arm in anger. The sound that reached Yn with the murmur "Hmm?" raised her nerve quotient a little more. "How many more times do I have to tell you this? I hate your sudden kisses. Especially for doing these things in such a messy area! Also-“

When Yn's voice began to harass Doyoung and the other library students, Doyoung silenced her by giving her a small kiss on the lips, once more. Then, taking advantage of Yn's surprise, he approached to her ear.

"If you don't like me doing things like this out there, we can keep it at home" Doyoung's ear-scratching breath and thick voice gave her a Goosebumps, of course, that had nothing to do with Doyoung's expressive voice.

"I have nothing to say to you" She turned in front of her, closed her book, and took a few more sips of her coffee. Then she headed towards her books, but with the sudden notice, she stopped and opened her eyes.

The view she saw this time wasn't Doyoung or the books on the table, it was the ceilings of her bedroom. She got up with a blanket on and stood in bed for a few minutes.

Why was she even seeing him in her dream? Between thoughts, she retreated to bed thanks to the hands reaching the back of the T-shirt she was wearing as she watched the wall. "What happened, did you have a bad dream?"

She looked at Doyoung, who had messy hair and his eyes half open. "No, I just saw an old memory. It was meaningless"

The fact that this was no longer their relationship hurt her heart. With each passing night, she was filled with dreams full of old memories. She didn't see them as a nightmare, it just hurt that their lives were no longer like this.

This time her body was pulled towards the builted body with the hand wrapped around her waist. He would only treat her like a good, beautiful, and real wife when something blewed on his head. She closed her eyes and wished the moment would last even longer, burying her head in Doyoung's chest, which smelled of lavender.

"I know what you saw in your dream, Yn"

With the sound, Yn took a deep breath, pretending she hadn't heard, as if she had fallen asleep again. She secretly wanted to listen to him.

"I wish we could go back to the old times." Yn shook her head slightly. Doyoung smiled at the moving head on his chest and left a kiss between her hair.

He knew that Yn wasn't sleeping, secretly watching him at night and being told, because that's what he was also doing in between. He was watching her sleeping face and saying to himself. That he didn't want it to be like that, but that he had to do certain things.

⌗ a/n: well, i was going to write this story as gender neutral reader but i don't know how should i use the pronouns because in my language there's only "O" (it's turkish btw) so can someone tell me how can i use the pronounses because i really wanna do a gender neutral reader.. and also is there anyone who liked to read a part two? i feel like i just left it in the middle..

#nct #nct 127 #nct ff #nct fluff #nct angst #nct au #nct 127 doyoung #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 angst #nct 127 ff #doyoung #doyoung fluff #doyoung angst #doyoung ff #doyoung au #abbysepiphany's timestamps

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My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 14: Inner Turmoil

Now, “practically” was the keyword here. But still, he couldn’t be serious walking into the kitchen, where he had known you would be, like that. And not even an idiot like Jeon Jungkook could have possibly foregone the fact that yes indeed, you were a female that during her upbringing had expressed an interest in the other sex. And both of you were adults now.

He didn’t have an excuse to approach you looking like he did.

His dark brown hair was even darker now that it was damp. Though Jungkook ruffled it up in an effort to dry it with the hand towel draped over his shoulder, water still dripped onto him from the tips of his hair. The tiny droplets trickled down the curve of his ears and neck, following the shape of his strong shoulders, sinewy arms and well-defined torso according to the force of gravity. There was a white towel wound loosely around his hips - fortunately covering a majority of the lower part of his body - where the water was finally absorbed.

Jeon Jungkook stood in the opening connecting the kitchen with the hallway, looking like a sinful gift from an otherworldly power, an easy smile on his lips. You dared not appoint any singular god, afraid that the rest of the other possible pantheons would take offence.

Because divine power had definitely been behind whatever good genes caused him to look so alluring.

You almost shook your head. You didn’t need this. Not only were you trying to get Jungkook’s memories back in order to put him back on stage, you also had to mend his and Park Yi-Jae’s relationship, convince your parents to let you off marrying him, find out what Min Yoongi might want to do with the information he held and potentially stop whatever death of character he might conduct, as well as deal with your damned feelings.

Why was Jungkook making everything so complicated?

“Seriously?” you exclaimed as you held up a hand before your eyes and turned away your face, even though both you and Jungkook knew you had stared at him for a long moment. You felt your cheeks flush. “Did you have to walk in on me half-naked?”

“We’ve gone swimming together before,” he said nonchalantly. “Do you have anything fresh to loan?”

“Not since we were children,” you muttered, more to yourself than him. “Couldn’t you have just worn the same clothes you wore on your way here?” you asked half-heartedly.

“Would you have if you were me?”

“No,” you admitted, still looking away. “Look through the duffel bag. I brought your clothes and shoes here yesterday.”

You heard him walk away and peeked through your fingers. No towel-wrapped Jungkook as far as you could see. You exhaled in relief and sunk down on one of the bar chairs. “Get dressed in the toilet. I don’t want to happen upon something.”

A soft snort came in response.

You had calmed your scorching cheeks just in time when he returned, fully dressed. He was just about to open his mouth and, judging by the sly look in his eyes, comment your obvious distress at seeing his naked torso when your phone rang.

It was Kim Sejin.

“Hello?” you answered as you turned away from Jungkook.

“I’m taking it you took him somewhere else,” said the man casually, though a bit of concern still seeped through.

“Yeah,” you said. You heard Jungkook quietly sink down on the bar stool next to you. The fresh smell of soap and hot water filled your nostrils, reminding you that you probably also needed a good refreshing. “We left half an hour or so. We’re currently at my place.”

“Good,” he said. “How is he? Has he come to remember anything?”

“I haven’t really begun,” you admitted.

“I don’t want to pressure you, I really don’t,” replied Kim Sejin. “But there isn’t much time.”

“No, I know.” You glanced at Jungkook over your shoulder. He was begrudgingly stirring the oatmeal with his left hand, his right hand still set in a splint, and gave you a curious look as your eyes locked.

“Just making sure you’re aware,” said Sejin. You heard him take a deep breath before continuing. “Look, if you don’t think you can do it, perhaps--”

“No,” you interrupted. “I can do it.”

“Then I’ll presume the kid will stay at yours?”

“We’ll see,” you said truthfully. You didn’t think it was a good idea to live with Jungkook considering how the dynamic of your relationship had changed, at least on your part, but it would make things easier moneywise. Your family hardly had economic difficulties, but you weren’t ready to buy an apartment just for his sake. And though you could search for rentables, you didn’t know if it was worth the time and effort if you had a couch he could sleep on. If you were separated, the media would probably also have an easier day finding you, considering how much and often you might have to see him.

Besides, Jungkook apparently didn’t want to leave you.

“Alright. Goodbye, (Y/N).”

“Bye,” you said, still deep in thought.

“Who was it?”

Jungkook was halfway through his breakfast. You sighed as you placed your elbow on the island overhang and leaned your chin into your palm. “Your manager,” you told him as you took a spoonful yourself. “He wondered to where I had kidnapped you.”

“It’s that burly guy, right?” asked Jungkook. “He’s been checking on me ever since I woke and you weren’t there.”

“Yes,” you said. “Kim Sejin.”

“Nothing,” he said and shook his head.

“Lovely.”

The two of you ate in silence. You resisted a sigh of resignation as you finished your bowl of oatmeal. What had you gotten yourself into? Where and how would you begin with Jungkook’s amnesia?

Jungkook still had the hand towel draped over his shoulder and used it to absentmindedly dry his hair some more. “School, soon?”

“Yeah,” you said surly, realizing you had another issue to deal with, namely your education and college degree. And Se-Eun was probably freaking out over the news regarding Jungkook. She would assault you at school.

As if you didn’t have enough weighing down your shoulders.

You didn’t know from where to begin. Then, remembering the list you had written and the master list Namjoon had compiled from the joint effort of BTS, you pulled forth them both and placed them on the table. “Could you browse through this?” you asked.

Jungkook eyed your paper first. “This some kind of bucket list of yours, or?” he wondered as he pointed at it. His gaze adopted a suspicious edge when he regarded the master list. “I don’t know what the person who wrote this means. It’s just a list of events.”

“How did you know this was mine?” You couldn’t repress your surprise.

“Your handwriting is crap, (Y/N).”

“Gee,” you muttered. “It’s gotten better over the years.”

“Apparently not since these... hieroglyphs look the same as they always have.”

“It’s not a bucket list, though,” you told him, rolling your eyes at his insult. “It’s a list of things you and I went through these last five years.”

For obvious reasons, you had consciously avoided writing down the day of your engagement, and anything that directly related to that had also been scratched out. You hadn’t had much to add other than that, however, considering the tough schedule and strict regulations Jungkook had been subjugated to ever since his debut. And most of the bullet points were things you doubted he would have remembered, things you and he had done either because you celebrated a holiday or birthday, or because your parents had wanted it. They had been determined to make your engagement feel at least a little natural through dates and private meetings - all of which had been forced.

But not all of them had been awkward. And so you discerned some glimmer of hope.

“And the second list,” you went on, “is a list your group members made. It has all and everything they believed significantly affected you in any way.”

You had read the master list on your way to AMC with fried chicken the day before. It hadn’t avoided your notice that none of them had written about him and Park Yi-Jae.

Whatever that now meant.

Jungkook read your list once, twice, thrice, then treated the master list in a similar fashion. When he glanced up at you, it pained you. Because the expression he wore, of loss, suspicion and incomprehension, did not suit him. Jungkook was strong, hard like iron and would usually never have looked at you with such vulnerability.

Yet you knew, deep within yourself, that he was brittle.

“I…” he began, then swallowed hard. “I… did this really happen?” He pointed at your list. “‘Broke all high-scores at karaoke bar’,” he murmured, then pointed at the master list. “And this… you cannot expect me to just believe this.”

You read the neatly written sentence and suddenly felt your heart sink to your stomach.

Won Daesang Award at MAMA 2016 and cried our eyes out on stage.

You remembered that one. Both Hoseok and Jimin had insisted that you should watch the awarding on YouTube while Yoongi had given them a flinty look. You hadn’t watched it personally, but your parents and Jungkook’s had as well as Se-Eun and her friends.

“Hold up,” you said as you opened the relevant app and began typing. The search “MAMA bts” was almost the first one that popped up and you pressed it. Before long, you and Jungkook watched the award ceremony where a famous actress presented the Daesang award and called forth BTS.

Jungkook was all dressed up, as were his hyungs, and overjoyed as they strutted across the scene. They looked good, all of them being the height of their youth, and the thundering applauses and cheering from you didn’t even know how many fans rang throughout whatever stadium or arena they were in. Namjoon held a brief speech, thanking their fans in both Korean and English, and though the camera had mainly kept to broadcasting his face as he spoke, abruptly, the familiar face of a certain twenty-year-old came into frame.

And he was crying.

You felt your jaw slacken. Since when had the cold, sardonic kid you had grown up with turned into someone who wept in gratefulness on stage?

You were so busy blatantly being in shock that you didn’t notice what the present Jungkook, the amnesic guy sitting next to you, was doing. But as the video came to an ending and you stiffly placed your phone down, you realized he was gripping his spoon and bowl so tightly it was a pure miracle they hadn’t bent or cracked, his knuckles being as white as snow.

“We watched MAMA when we were younger,” whispered Jungkook numbly. His features were blank, his eyes void of any emotion. “When it was called MKMF. Do you remember?”

You couldn’t come up with any type of witty remark, and even if you could, you wouldn’t have uttered them. “Yes,” you said simply.

“I wished, perhaps one day, that I…”

He almost crinkled the paper, as if that would help him in any way. You immediately rose and came to stand right next to him. He was hunched over the island overhang, staring at the master list and the category of “Awards We Have Received”. You hesitantly, then gently laid an arm over his shoulder as you tried to fight down your own desperation at seeing him like this.

Because what if he would remain like this forever?

If you failed, he would.

“How can I not remember?” he asked, his voice a wretched whisper. “In five years, my life changed. How come I cannot remember even one of their faces?”

“Stop it,” you murmured, even as your own despair tore at you. The pressure was immense.

“Did you see me?” he went on, ignoring you. “I… that was me. I stood there, what, just two months ago?” His healthy hand went to his face, grasping it. “I can’t believe it.”

“Stop it,” you repeated, this time all the more firmly. “I can’t stand seeing you like this, Jungkook,” you continued when he wouldn’t move. “Don’t let this destroy you.”

“How can I not?”

You pried away his hand from his face. His soft, familiar brown eyes immediately found yours, though there was a hollow, haunted look in them that reflected your own self-doubt and fear.

You had to be strong.

“Because I’ll help you get through,” you told him softly. “Have some faith, will you? If not in you, at least in me. I swear I will not let you down.”

And, without thinking, you touched his face. You cupped his cheek with one hand, not caring that the tips of your fingers were swallowed in the dampness that was his dark brown hair, and carefully, as if he were a shy, timid forest animal, you caressed him with the fingers of your other hand, starting from his forehead to his jawline, pushing aside his fringe slightly. You allowed yourself, for that brief opening, that moment of weakness from both you and Jungkook, to acknowledge the budding, alien warmth deep inside your chest that had been planted a day long forgotten but grown exponentially clearer ever since you saw him perform.

As his eyes briefly fluttered shut, and you felt him leaning into your palm, the warmth abruptly blossomed, filling you with something akin to hope. Optimism before the prospect of spending the impending three months down a tough road that would most likely would lead to doom no matter your efforts, yet different altogether.

It was happiness. Touching Jeon Jungkook was happiness.

But oh, how it was wrong in all the right kinds of ways.

#MCAF #Ao3 #Wrienne #bts fic #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #bts jungkook

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soggykookiesandcream · 10 months

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𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒳

I woke up with a pain on the side of my neck. I look around and realise that I'm not at home. I start panicking. I was in a mud house on a straw bed. I get up and walk out to be met by a blowing sandstorm.

"WHAT THE HELL!" I scream and suddenly I was pulled inside.

"My dear," he said, "why did you go outside?"

Oh my God, it's the guy from my dreams. How is he real?

"W-who are you?" I ask.

"I am your lover," he says, "my name is Kim Taehyung."

"No," I reply, "you're not my lover. I don't know you."

He chuckles, "You do," he continues, "I'm the same person from your visions."

"Visions? Those were mere dreams-" He cups my mouth.

"No, my dear. Those were visions I gave you," he smiles.

I start crying. I was usually not the one to cry so easily. But this was overwhelming. I was in a random place with a guy who taunted me in my dreams.

"Please,"

"Why are you crying, dear? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you perhaps hungry? I can get you any food. Anything, my dear. I can get you anything." He says.

"No," I start crying even hard and squirm from his grip.

"What is it dear? Does it hurt anywhere?" He asks holding me tighter.

"Please," unable to form my words due to crying, I still manage to say, "let go of me."

"No, my dear," I was surprised he understood me, "you belong with me."

"Please," I cry harder.

I see his face soften.

Taehyung's POV

My dear was crying really hard. I understood that she did not know me. I did not know how to fix this. But I will, I was determined. I will give her everything except what she asked me.. to let her go.

"Dear," I start, "I'll give you everything except letting go of you. I let go of you once. I can't do that again. Please understand."

I slowly lift her shivering face to meet my eyes. Oh, those eyes... I missed them. I leaned in and kissed her tears.

"Stop," she cries harder, "please stop. I can't make out anything. I don't know what's going on. Where am I?"

I rest my forehead on hers, "How about I tell you everything?"

She just looks down and continues crying as I try to feel her soul. Her soul was confused and in need of an explanation. She was overwhelmed and in pain because of it. I picked her up and walked towards the bed in the pyramid.

"WHERE AM I?" She screams while crying and hugging her knees.

"You are in my pyramid, my dear," I say.

"Y-your pyramid? The one I visited long back?" She asks through her tears.

"Yes," I reply.

"Oh my God," she whispers, "let me out of here."

"My dear," I explain, "till I regain my full powers, we'll have to stay here. Once my powers fully bloom, I'll be able to get us any residence. You only have to ask. We will rule over this world as queen and king, my dear."

"No," she frantically shakes her head, "I don't want anything. I just want to go back to my old life. Please wake me up from this nightmare."

I was hurt. Did she consider this a nightmare? I can't possibly be a nightmare. I will change it.

"This is not a nightmare. This is our dream, my dear. Your dream." I explain.

"NO!" She pushes me and crawls back on the bed.

"You must be hungry. Let me get you something to eat." I smile at her.

She didn't reply to what I said so I just snapped my hand and several varieties of food were across the table.

"Eat," I requested, "please."

She just buried her head into her knees. I pull her chin up and take the spoon to her mouth while hypnotizing her with my eyes, "Say ah," I smiled at her. She looks at me with her teary eyes and opens her mouth.

"Good girl," I compliment her, "Now smile for your Tae."

She smiled at me. I knew it was due to my hypnotizing but I couldn't help but lean in peck her lips. Fvck any other promises other than hers, I'm an all-powerful god. Nothing can stop me.

"Come closer," I say.

She crawls closer to me and I pull her into my embrace. This is where she belongs, in my arms, all safe. She is an archaeologist who thirsts for more knowledge. I would give her all the knowledge she wants. I'll let her know everything the others don't know about.

"Look at me," I command.

She obliges and looks at me with dried tears trailed below her eyes. "I love you, my dear."

I kiss her forehead and feed her the rest of the food. She was quite thin and frail. I want her to be plumper and well-nourished. It's alright. I can fix it all.

"Sleep, my dear," I command. She closes her eyes and rests her head on my chest. I hold on to her and rock her back and forth.

Yuna's POV

I woke up from one of the best nights of sleep I've ever had. I smile and stretch my hands and feel around me and then I realise that I wasn't on a bed. I open my eyes and look at Taehyung smiling at me.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" I jump off him screaming.

"Good morning, my dear," he greets.

"I AM NOT YOUR DEAR!" I scream.

"Then?" He smirks, "Shall I call you baby? Honey? Love? Princess? My queen-"

I don't let him finish, "Stop! I am none of those things to you."

"You are," he stands up, "my dear, you are. Once I am able to give you back your memories, you will want me to do even more."

He was dangerously close to me by now. I try to push him away but he holds on to my wrist and pulls me closer.

"You are so ethereal, my dear," he breathes it out near my ear.

"Stop, you're-" He doesn't let me finish and hugs me.

"Let's get breakfast for you, dear," he smiles and pulls me towards a table at the centre and makes me sit on a chair beside it. He snaps his fingers and a group of plates and delicacies appear on the table. I look at it in shock.

"Surprised?" He smirks at me.

Definitely...

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PAIRING MARLEY KANG + KIM JUNGWOO (MARWOO)

DURATION 2015-PRESENT

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

marwoo met in when they were still schoolmates in 2015

they both attended the same school

never really interacted because marley was a year above jungwoo

but he always thought that she was either the same year as him or lower because of how bright & bubbly she was, on top of her tiny height

they both had a class or two together that was general ed., so it had a few years combined in the roster

they were also seatmates in one of them

they never spoke unless marley initiated it because jungwoo was too shy to speak, but in reality he was also nervous from the fact that she was much prettier in-person

…and older than him, as it turned out

despite being in the school system under her birth-name, sowon, marley introduced herself to jungwoo as her old stage name

“you can call me mars, if you want… all of my friends call me that”

“why, do not you not like your real name?” jungwoo asked, unsure if he even pronounced it right

“because, everyone calls me small… and mars is a small planet!”

that’s when jungwoo realized that marley hoped to study in the sciences one day… and that marley’s mouth moved faster than her brain

“i should study astronomy, jungwoo”

“and that’s because…?”

“so i can figure out how you stole so many stars from the solar system, and then put them in your eyes”

jungwoo’s soul left his body that day

he never forgot how smooth marley’s pickup line was

………especially because it wasn’t her last

marley figured that if she was giving jungwoo little pickup lines, she could slowly but surely get him to understand that she’s been dying to get to know him

she noticed him the day he first started attending their school, but she was too nervous to approach him

she so badly, as quoted in her old diary, wanted to be ‘a tiny little planet orbiting around his world’

so on valentine’s day, when jungwoo asked her out via the delivery of a sticky note by a shaky hand under their desks, he told marley to give her answer on white day

that following afternoon, they were preparing for a project together up in his room

marley couldn’t bear being so close to him & have her answer on the tip of her tongue for the next month

so when he was smiling after a compliment she’d given him, she nervously kissed him on the lips and gave her answer…then automatically apologized for it, blushing deeply

not because of the fact that she kissed him, but because she assumed she was a terrible kisser

this only made jungwoo quickly shake his head adorably with wide eyes, cupping marley’s face in his hands & kissed her back, slowly and sweetly

and on that white day at their desks, ‘mars’ sat down beside jungwoo, sneaking a kiss on his cheek when their teacher’s back was turned to them

she playfully gave him back the month-old sticky note with the word ‘yes’ scribbled on it, despite her answer already being given many weeks back

jungwoo shyly smiled, his cheeks becoming a dusty pink color as he stared at her writing on the small piece of paper like it was her first time answering the question… even though it was the second

though he was young, jungwoo liked the good kind of butterflies she gave him, so he was hoping she’d stay as long as possible

and she did stay

anyways before i start crying hysterically from how cute they are

HABITS & HISTORY

if you thought the pickup lines ended there

you’re so wrong

and if you thought that jungwoo stopped giving marley cute sticky notes in passing

you’re also… so wrong

jungwoo told her two months into their relationship that he wanted to be an idol, yet she never actually got upset with him about it

because she confessed that she too wanted to become one in the future as well, just not until she finishes her studies (marley ends up graduating a year earlier than planned)

and she understood that if they had to split, she’d be okay

at least that’s what she convinced herself

& jungwoo was having none of it

but they both fought hard to make it work, to keep each other happy

happiness is what brought them together in the first place

at some point, everyone just became accustomed to their relationship since they’d been together for so long

to their friends, it felt like marwoo had always been this way

marley’s diary from her teenage years into adulthood are the only physical recordings of trials and memories she made with jungwoo

the same person who made her fall so hard that she forgot what any past assumptions on romance she could’ve had before him

knowing each other as friends before lovers, marwoo experienced a lot of self-doubt, fear, anxiety, stress, and heartbreak before the storms ceased

but if one thing was certain, they held on through all of it

marley had given up on her own dreams to focus on finances, so jungwoo could invest more time into his debut

and by “given up,” marley was done being lied to about a promised future in music, only to constantly get it stripped from her

though she’s always been afraid of being teased for her intelligence and old dreams, she used her past calling (i.e, her incredible knowledge in STEM) to her advantage for this

& when jungwoo would return home in exhaustion, bottling up his pent up worries?

she would let his head rest in her lap, running her fingers through his freshly dyed hair to soothe his headache and lull the boy to sleep after promising she would wrap up her work soon

but he didn’t mind it, he was more than content with the circumstances given because it was with his mars

the little yet precious planet that kept his world in orbit

the one who held back her tears when she confessed that she didn’t want to give up on debuting

that sometimes, despite being incredibly proud of him, it would hurt her to watch jungwoo go off and see the world while she was still waiting for her own one perfect moment

the woman, who, despite putting her dreams to the side for jungwoo’s sake without hesitation, would do it all over again just to be with him

the thought of leaving each other for good was something that had always felt so far out of the equation

CURRENT STATUS

as of 2022, it’s been nearly 7 years since the beginning of marwoo

marley realized how much jungwoo needed her support over the years

and, despite feeling like her own idol dreams were far out of reach as he prepared to embark on his, she fought hard to keep him at arms reach

nobody is more proud of kim jungwoo like she is

they both carried a sense of pride knowing that they could prove their relationship bettered them

sm was reluctant to allow them to remain a couple as jungwoo’s debut date in both smrookies & nct got closer

but it was obvious that marley was a huge contributor to jungwoo breaking out of his shell

to this day, it’s still more than clear that there was no other person fit for loving & supporting jungwoo the way that marley does

regardless, nothing changes when marley finally makes her debut as ‘victory’

jungwoo was in manila for the neo city: the link tour on the day that district4 debuted, which was really hard for him because victory was there on the day he debuted

but, it was easily made up when nct 127 were promoting 2 baddies at the same time as district4 promoted kingdom come.

RELATIONSHIP WITH THEIR GROUPS

if something ever happens and she loses it all, victory can trust that her found-family in nct will never be lost

she’s often called the unofficial member of nct, and has known the members ever since she started dating jungwoo

knows when they need a laugh and when they need a sister figure, she’ll be whichever they want her to be

in case you were wondering

yes

victory is mainly the reason why nct dream keeps getting progressively more chaotic & mischievous

the dreamies are her BABIES okay don’t ever permanently separate her from them or she might actually go insane

there was absolutely no force when she got to know nct, considering victory was always a people-person

she’s incredibly close with jungwoo’s members, in conclusion

with her moving between (g)-idle, lightsum, and eventually out of cube

jungwoo only partially knew (g)-idle, but he’s gotten the closest with district4

in d4’s trainee days, jihun’s sister, who is also like family to victory, was getting ready to debut

but before this happened, jihun would give victory the responsibility of keeping an eye on her since korea was still very new territory for her (which, his sister wasn’t crazy about, but welcomed it regardless) & wanted to keep her safe… resulting in her sometimes being dragged along to the nct dorms, befriending them herself

so as one could imagine, if jungwoo got along with jihun’s sister, he would get along just as well with resident mr. soft boy jihun... who is also, next to jungwoo himself, the closest person in victory’s life

and let’s face it, rain can initially come across as intimidating

but after seeing how doting she is over her members, it wasn’t long at all until she warmed up to victory’s partner too

& come on now, somehow kai knows/is friends with everyone... befriending jungwoo is not up for debate, such a cute pair <33333

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hoebaring · 2 years

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Open Books (42) | Kim Namjoon

An unpredicted switch of journals brings two strangers close. Strangers with similarly perturbing experiences, and beautifully healing souls. Abused, bullied, and traumatized, they help each other, and those around them break away from similar experiences, heal and grow gracefully. With thoughtful emotions, and ever growing minds, Y/n and Namjoon are delicate heroes. They understand the best in each other, and the worst, like open books.

Tags/Warnings :- Child abuse, domestic violence, traumatized characters, bullying, self harm, mentions of toxic relationships, angst. I know it's dark but trust me it gets better! namjoonXreader, Namjoon and Y/n, A slow burn romance, fluff, strangers to friends, strangers to lovers, self love, healing, etc.

Cross posted on Wattpad

Written by Author G

Word Count :- 350 words

Masterlist Previously Next

~There's Always More~

"Wait what? They selected us?" Y/n asks, lips trembling with excitement and joy as she sits on the comfortable chair opposite to her professor in the cozy office.

"Yes dear" Mrs. Kim confirms with a nod of her head, slightly amused with her student's reaction.

Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"How is that possible? I mean, how do they even know of us?"

"I sent in your portfolio and essay for a scholarship opportunity." The older woman reveals with a cheeky smile, laughing once Y/n covers her mouth, shocked by the revelation.

"But that still doesn't explain how that got me and Ji-Hoon ssi selected as speakers for one of the biggest seminars for psychology in Korea!? Not to mention, by the University of Oxford!" Y/n exclaims excitedly, apologizing with an embarrassed smile once she realises how unprofessional of her it was, although Mrs. Kim didn't seem to mind.

"It was perfectly enough for a scholarship. But then, I had sent in a video of one of the sessions I had recorded of Ji-Hoon ssi's and your findings for the project I had assigned the both of you too, and that called in quite some attention from the Board of Directors. Firstly, the content on the thesis is very impressive! And secondly, a first year student working on a thesis based on 3rd year level academic material, even if it is for a collaborative project, is quite rare." Mrs. Kim beams with pride as she utters the last of the sentence.

However, that particular part of the sentence clouds Y/n's mind with doubt.

"With all due respect Mrs. Kim," Y/n voices out in a civil manner.

"I don't think I'll be comfortable with taking up this opportunity if it's being given to me because of the mere fact that I'm able to keep up with 3rd year level material. I'm able to do that only, and only because of Ji-Hoon ssi's help. So, how do I know that I'm deserving of this?"

"Well Y/n, while that may be true, you should also remember that you're able to work on this project only, and only because of your help." The older woman emphasizes, sighing to further explain her point once an expression of confusion graces Y/n's face.

"You had approached me, asking for an opportunity to build a foundation for your career, and I gave it to you. As much as Ji-Hoon ssi must have been helping you, it was ultimately your decision to work hard. You took the initiative, you worked hard, and now you're being given an even bigger opportunity. It's just the fruit of your hard-work."

The reality slowly sinks into Y/n as she sinks into the armchair, excitement consuming her being like the subtle aroma from the lavendar scented candle that wafts around the room pleasantly, the sunlight that enters the room through the window seeming to shine brighter as Y/n's joy grows indefinitely, her teary eyes sparkling much like the fluttering dust that the sunlight filters through in the air.

"Congratulations dear. Make the most out of this opportunity."

"I will ma'am. Thankyou so much!"

"Now hop along, I have work to complete" Mrs. Kim states with a warm smile, moving to grab a pen to resume correcting the stack of papers that lie on her desk.

"Is it weird that I want to give you a huge hug right now?" Y/n jokes on her way out, to which the professor responds with a fix of her glasses, smirking.

"Save the hugs for bigger celebratory moments Y/n. I guarantee you, there's more. There's always more."

Y/n doesn't doubt that one bit. Afterall, it's her decisions that made all that has happened, possible.

And it's her decisions that will make more.

There really is always more.

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꒰ love that blooms ꒱

➸ sonofhades!yang jungwon x childofdemeter!reader (gender neutral)

➸ tooth-rotting fluff

➸ ˗ˏ ➶ [☁️]. ✧ ˚ - kim

⤷ the prince of the underworld, widely known across camp as an intimidating figure. but to you, he’s someone you’re willing to bloom a flower for.

⤷ tagging my besties @enha-woodzies and @neo-shitty ❣️

1:11 am

that’s the time where you live off the best moments of your life. a time where you dance under the stars, surrounded by trees as the wind howled around you. it is a time where you look into the dark lake while the moon shines above in a glistening white glow. the air would always feel light and warm whenever you’re there. but no matter how beautiful the night looked, there is always one sight you couldn’t get enough of.

the son of hades.

every night, once the clock strikes 1:11, there he stands in the middle of the forest, waiting for you. his dark eyes were searching for love, his hands aching to welcome you, lips waiting for you to capture, and his heart longing to meet yours. and he looks undeniably beautiful in the sheet of darkness. he carries himself well, and he is fully aware of how it makes you feel. you look at him as if he was the world, and he can’t help but feel the same way, maybe even more.

more than what the gods and goddesses could ever know.

“gods, i’m aching," chaerin whined from beside you as she plopped down on the wooden bench. you immediately took notice of the forming bruises on her body when you looked away from the book in your hands. worry washed over your body.

“what did i say about taking it easy, chae?” your hand naturally reached for hers, thumb caressing her skin.

she instantly relaxed under your touch, her shoulders loosen from its tension, but the raging flame in her eyes remained. you could almost see smoke coming out of her ears. “you already know how rough those ares kids get. they won’t back down without a fight.”

you rolled your eyes at this. “yes, i know. but could you please, please, take care of yourself? you’re making me worry every time you go training.” with a huff, you turned back around to reach for something in your bag. “here, drink this,” you handed the bottle to chaerin, who eyed the weird substance suspiciously. “it’s a cure for your bruises. i taught myself to make one with the herbs in our cabin because you get hurt way too many times.”

“oh please, you love me.” chaerin came close and hugged you tight. “thank you for the medicine, y/n. i’ll meet you at dinner time.” then, she stands up without the burning rage in her eyes as she skips in the direction of the arena, possibly to train more with the aid of your bottled cure.

and with that, you turned your attention back to the forgotten book on the table. unbeknownst to you were the loving eyes of the boy who has your heart, looking over at you in pure admiration. jungwon shook his head and resumed his own task of polishing his dagger as his friends teased him.

jungwon stood inside his cabin, with his hands tucked in his pockets. his eyes trailed over to the flowers on his bedside table. the vase gleamed with a variety of colors and kinds of flora. he insisted you enchant them so that the plants may live longer as a symbol of love.

the love you both shared.

his feet dragged him to the flowers. a sweet smile graced his lips as he took in the scent of nature, its magic practically flowing through each stem.

“you’re doing it again,” ni-ki's voice greeted the silence.

jungwon slightly jumped from surprise. he turned back, raising his eyebrow at the younger boy, and said, “doing what?”

ni-ki gave jungwon a look as if to indicate it was so obvious. “uh, being so in love.” ni-ki took a short glance at the vase with flowers. the sarcastic stare in his orbs softened as he gazed at the different variety of flowers. “it's a nice gift tho, y/n’s very sweet,” ni-ki cleared his throat.

“yes, they are.”

“the boys are waiting for you, said they’d be hanging out by the lake,” ni-ki started walking over to the door, waiting for jungwon to follow suit.

“i’ll be there.”

it’s almost time.

you lay in your bed after bidding your demigod siblings goodnight. your hands clutched the blanket in eagerness, but you needed to wait a few more minutes. after a couple of minutes of waiting later, the clock on your nightstand finally ticks to the time of 1:11.

nerves rushed all over you as you slowly pulled the blanket away from your body. you carefully stood up to the plant-covered wall. you let your feet take you through the wall, entering it. this was an ability you learned from training, teleporting through plants. it always came in handy in times like this.

as you walk further into the portal, you finally feel the wind of the forest whip your face. once you fully stepped into the woods, your eyes darted around the open space, looking for him.

“looking for me, flower?”

you flinched from shock. with heavy breaths, you placed your hand on your chest, calming your heart. jungwon slipped away from the shadows, shadow traveling. similar to your ability to teleport through plants, but with the use of shadows. “i don’t think i could ever get used to that,” you nodded at him. jungwon chuckled and stepped closer to you, slipping away from the darkness, quite literally.

“well, get used to it cuz you’re stuck with me,” he reached for your hand, proceeding to pull you towards the lake. jungwon excitedly sat down beside you, “how was your day, love?” his hand still intertwined with yours, his thumb softly caressing the skin. “it was fine, just a bit tiring. oh, i also trained with sunoo today in the archery field,” you answered.

jungwon’s brows furrowed as he thought about what you said, a pout soon appearing on his lips. “why didn’t you ask me to train with you? i could’ve been your partner in archery today.”

“won, i don’t think that’s a good idea. remember the time where y-” you were cut off by jungwon’s hand over your mouth, effectively silencing you. “don’t even continue that sentence,” jungwon begged you with an embarrassed blush on his cheeks. of course, you being you, ignored the pleads pouring out his mouth. “the arrow didn’t even graze the target. the target was so near, like what- three meters away!” your laughs echoed in the forest, bouncing off the trees. flustered, jungwon groaned beside you as he slightly rolled away from your side, curling into a ball.

your laughs died down as you stared at the boy at your side. the laughter in your chest was now gone, instead replaced with the familiar fluttering warmth. “hey, that doesn’t change how I feel towards you.”

jungwon raised his head, eyes locked with yours. “i know, but that was so embarrassing!” he turned on his side again, rocking from side to side as he recounted the events. you chuckled at his actions, finding it endearing that the prince of the underworld could act like this.

and it would only be you to witness.

your silence must have been loud that jungwon picked up on the way your eyes lovingly gazed at him.

“you’re staring, my flower.” jungwon grinned from under you. he sat up, bringing his body close to you, leaving almost no space between your bodies. a deep blush ran over your body, warming you up. you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out, making you look like a fish out of water.

jungwon found it quite adorable, so he leaned closer to your face. in a flushed state, you turned to look the other way, refusing to meet his keen eyes. jungwon’s hand gently cupped your jaw, softly turning your face to him. his hand tucked the loose hair away from your face. your eyes locked, but you quickly averted your gaze at the trees behind him.

a deep chuckle erupted from jungwon’s chest. he watched you struggle to keep your composure from his teasing. “flower, please look at me,” jungwon sported a pout. now, this made you look back at him with warm cheeks and an even warmer heart.

your eyes locked for a moment before he broke it to look at something on the top of your head. then, you felt his hand reach for something in your hair. soon enough, loud laughs left jungwon’s lips. his chest heaved up and down in uncontrollable laughter.

you gave the boy in front of you a look of confusion. his answer came in the form of a freshly bloomed primrose, beautifully sitting on the palm of his hand. and before you could ask about it, jungwon clutched the flower to his chest

“y-you just popped a flower out of nowhere!” jungwon said in between laughter. the primrose sat close to where his heart was. “were you that flustered?” he teased.

“i didn’t know i could do that," was the only thing you could say at the moment. you were confused and stunned at this new information. “this is embarrassing, won! i literally popped a flower!” you repeated his words. jungwon came close again, this time with an even lesser gap between your bodies. whenever he talked, his lips would lightly graze yours.

“it’s alright, y/n. this doesn’t change how I feel for you.” he teased yet again, using your words from before. you hand raised and jokingly slapped him on the shoulder. jungwon’s laughs followed, “now we’re even.” you soon joined him in the laughs.

the rest of the night was filled with the usual banter you two shared and some occasional kisses just to make the other flustered. mainly jungwon teasing you, hoping to see another flower bloom in your hair.

jungwon stood in front of the vase with a variety of flowers, but with a new addition. he excitedly added the primrose from the night before, settling it in the middle of the bunch. a smile graced his lips again as he recalled your bashful expression when he locked eyes with you under the moonlight. and jungwon’s smile only seemed to go brighter once he learned about about the flower’s meaning.

eternal love.

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we all have our secrets (3/5) - shangqi x asian!reader

Summary: Y/N faces off against the Wenwu who in turn finds the weakness in both Shangqi and Y/N - each other.

Word count: 4.1k

Rating: M

Warnings: language, fluff, graphic violence, blood

Relationship: Xu Shangqi x asian!reader

Author’s note: Due to not following the film scene by scene, I might change a few things. Hope you don't mind. I’m sorry if this gadget in the middle is kinda cringe-y. I wish I had a better idea to solve this.

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Her leg was starting to kill her. It was moments like these that Y/N realized she wasn’t getting any younger and maybe it was time to get out of this business for good.

Yelena’s footsteps rushed behind her among the bustling marketplace before Y/N heard the panting words, “Are you trying to run away from me? We need to stick together.”

“We should have separated when we had the chance,” she muttered quietly. She didn’t like this part of the plan – with a higher chance of exposure. Y/N felt the pounding ache in her shin once she limped on her path, with her sweaty hair tied into a messy ponytail.

“Didn’t you hear? Someone wants to kill you,” Yelena denied vehemently.

“Thank you for the reminder. Since you neglected to tell me before when you had the chance.”

Yelena eyed her warily. “Do you know why he’s after you?”

Y/N eyed the faces of people surrounding them on the market. “Nope. In our line of work, I used to cross a lot of people. But usually all of them are dead to hold a grudge, including their families.”

Raising her eyebrows at the ruthless answer, the blonde assassin replied, “I don’t know whether to feel scared or admire your cold-blooded viciousness.”

It was hard to forget her previous manipulation. “Flattery doesn’t get you anywhere with me.”

Yelena lifted her hands in a ‘stop’ motion. “Wait a second. We’re not done with this conversation.” After she lingered in front of a mirror at a market stand, a sigh left Y/N’s lips.

Not understanding one bit why she was waiting for her. With a rucksack slung over Y/N’s shoulder, she was looking at their surroundings. This was a bad idea. They needed to get off the public space and split as fast as possible.

Yelena took in a deep breath once she placed her fingers at the bridge of her nose and applied pressure until it snapped into place with a nauseating break. A muffled groan exhaled from her before she sniffed deeply. “Okay, let’s keep going.”

Y/N’s stare focused ahead on their path as a thought was tickling at the back of her mind.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re still keeping things from me?”

Yelena closed one eye against the blinding sun. “Because you have good instincts? What revealed me?”

“Like I said, you have the worst poker face and you asked me if I knew why he was after me. Which means, you do know why he is. You just want to assess to see if I do.”

Yelena bit her lip and averted her gaze. She exhaled haggardly, “Yes, I do. It’s just not my secret to tell.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Secrets. Don’t tell me about secrets.” She was getting tired of this, she thought, and rushed off with her limping leg.

“God damn it,” Yelena grumbled and ran after her. “I don’t like the idea of Sylvana fending for herself if something goes wrong.”

Sylvana’s wary glance didn’t put her at ease though. “What’s wrong?” Y/N asked with hesitation, not knowing if she wanted to know.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but the moment the other me knew you were in my sights, I gave a signal.” Sylvana gave the warning before dropping the GPS tracker on the ground. “I really am sorry.”

Y/N nodded in understanding. “I know.”

“I’ll try to lead them away.” And with those last words, Sylvana jumped from the building with a grappling hook.

“You’re lucky I haven’t ditched you.”

“Hey, I’m your friend here!” Yelena hissed fervently.

“And I’m supposed to believe anything you have to say now?”

“Hey! I’m not your enemy. You know who I was. The moment you saw me in San Francisco, you knew who you were dealing with.”

Y/N stopped in her tracks. “Then why are you helping me?”

“Why don’t you trust me?” Yelena asked with a hoarse voice that would break her heart if she didn’t know any better.

“Answer the question, Yelena. Why don’t you tell me about these so-called secrets?”

Her evading her gaze was answer enough for Y/N.

“You know this Mandarin guy,” she spoke slowly once the realization hit her.

“I never met him,” Yelena assured her.

“But you know of him. There’s a part of you that’s almost … terrified of him.” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. The thought of a frightened Yelena Belova was scary in itself.

“All I know is he’s dangerous.” Yelena swallowed thickly. “Listen, it’s really not my secret. I’m just trying not to give you unnecessary pain, you have to believe me.”

Yelena burnt her before, so it was hard for Y/N to trust her. She sighed deeply. “If you say so.”

Out of nowhere, Y/N felt goosebumps rise on her skin and the hairs on her neck stood up in tension. Suspicion forced her to twist her head towards Yelena as soon as she felt the shift in the air. “Do you feel that?” Y/N whispered under her breath.

Yelena hummed in agreement while staring right ahead. “I know. We’re being followed.”

“Cross the marketplace.”

Admonishment laced her murmuring voice. “Y/N.”

“I’m the target, not you,” she spoke hurriedly. “You’re no use to me dead. We don’t know how many there are or how much time we have. Stay in the shadows, fight the others undetected, just like the White Widow taught us. Now.”

Reluctance lingered in Yelena’s whole body before she wedged her way past her. Something metallic was placed in the palm of her hand, but then just like that she was gone.

After swallowing to get her frantic heartbeat back under control, Y/N tightened her fingers around the object until something sharp bit the inside of her hand.

Y/N frowned and covertly hid it in the pocket of her tactical pants. She tilted her head when she felt the shift of energy once more. Y/N kept walking and eyed the tools she could use to her advantage before grabbing the knife from a booth selling strawberries.

With a sharp motion she threw it behind her before glancing back to find it embedded in a henchman’s throat who was covered all in black with a hood as he had already fallen flat to the ground. His sword clenched tightly in his hand.

First screams resounded in panic throughout the marketplace before a horde of armed men crowded the area, with swords strapped to their backs.

Despite being outnumbered Y/N took on a fighting position with her legs knee-length apart and her hands clenched into fists.

“Seriously? In what kind of mess did I land in now?” she whispered incredulously.

Y/N called out, “You really want to do this, guys? Trust me, there’s more where that came from.” She nudged her head at the dead minion and pulled out the Batons from her travel bag. It made a dull thud when Y/N let it drop down.

Her Bites made a satisfying whirring sound as soon as she activated them into its glowing red color and to their deadly voltage. If there was a hit on her head, Y/N wouldn’t just render her enemies unconscious.

Having no interest in letting her guard down by being arrogant, she decided not to drop off her hoodie in a dramatic fashion. This was a damn army she was surrounded by after all.

Y/N straightened her arms in a ‘here I am’ fashion. “Let’s dance, fellas.”

Accepting her invitation, one minion jumped forward with a long-handled blade which Y/N blocked with her Baton. Her defensive maneuver lingered a second to appreciate the craftmanship with her side-eye a few inches from her face before she sent a Bite into his neck.

Three henchmen worked fast and surrounded her. To top it all off, the rest of the swordsmen positioned themselves in a rigid circle, to not give her any space to fight or escape from.

Jesus, what did she get herself into this time?

Simultaneously, three swords cut through the air.

Y/N blocked one blade with her Baton before swiping the guy’s legs at her back. Remaining at a crouched position, Y/N shot a Bite to the third guy’s throat. Her assailants moved in tandem, giving her not much of a choice while she defended herself against them with her flurrying Batons, though there was no way to escape this mass of people without getting killed in the process.

“Fuck,” Y/N cursed under her breath.

With her mind made up, Y/N dropped a Taser Disk on the cobblestone pavement and let it self-activate to reach as many as possible before jumping against an assassin’s chest and onto another guy’s shoulders. Using those two assassins as a propelling trampoline to evade their circle of death.

Shrieks of panic echoed from the pedestrians while she ran through the market stands. Y/N felt heat rise on her cheeks from the exertion of scaling between the buildings by the grates of its balconies. The roof tiles made clanging sounds under her feet as she was sprinting away.

Before Y/N could blink, an unknown force knocked her off balance. Y/N held her breath when her side ached with a sharp pain. As she tumbled down, a muffled groan left her lips before she dropped on the roof of a market stand.

Her groan shifted into a hissing sound once she harshly landed on the ground, with her arms bracing against the coldness. Y/N looked up with gritted teeth, just in time to discover something blue flying through the air to a man wearing a white suit, like he had summoned this magic.

Just splendid. She was dead if her antagonist was a sorcerer.

Y/N coughed up blood as she covered her ribs in pain.

She looked up once more to see the man who commanded authority slowly advance. Yelena should’ve told her that the Mandarin was also a man infused with magic.

Blue glowing bracelets covered his arms, Y/N noticed with each step he took. The next thing she noticed were the … sandals he wore? Well, great, it looked like this man possessed a lot of power to not care about his footwear.

Y/N struggled while standing up and held her hand to her side before she daringly spat blood on the ground. The metallic taste remained on the corners of her lips and the insides of her mouth.

Yelena’s concerned face met hers on the other side of the city center before Y/N gave her signal by shaking her head, silently telling her to run. She wouldn’t even condemn her for it, but there was no reason for her to stick her neck out for her.

Y/N clenched her hands into fists.

This was not how she imagined dying, in a damn market in Romania of all places.

The Mandarin lifted his arms - with his rumpled-up sleeves which put his bracelet-covered arms on display. If anything, this appeasing notion did the opposite of putting her at ease.

“Let’s not fight.”

Y/N scoffed loudly. Glancing to the side again, she noticed with relief the absence of Yelena. Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Because it wouldn’t be a fair one?”

Y/N suppressed her grimacing expression and dropped her hands at her side, not wanting to reveal her weaknesses as obviously.

The dark-haired man tilted his head as he gazed at Y/N with speculation. “Honestly, I believe you could hold your own.”

“Is this already the beginning of a bad guy speech, seconds before you finally kill me?” she asked tiredly.

The Mandarin smirked. “I just wanted to see for myself.” He bowed slightly in greeting. It was frightening how his army stood in a line behind him as a protection - as if he needed that. “It’s an honor to make your acquaintance, Miss Y/L/N. Your reputation precedes you.”

“And yours doesn’t.”

That ever-present smirk adorned his lips. “It’s what I prefer. I go by many names such as ‘Master Khan’ or ‘The most dangerous man on Earth’. You may call me Wenwu. Come with me.” He clasped his hands behind his back as he slowly walked away, expecting Y/N to follow without question.

Y/N detected his glowing rings with confusion at the display of raw power he was emitting before he slightly turned his head to gaze back at her with an arched eyebrow.

“That wasn’t a question. I’d rather you went willingly. Unless you want my men looking for your friend. I gather she must be around here.”

Y/N huffed after swallowing thickly. She briskly walked around him while trying not to reveal her aching leg.

“Did my men manage to hurt a Widow?” Wenwu inquired blandly at her side without gazing at her direction.

A scoff exhaled from Y/N’s lips. It frightened her that he knew everything about her. “They couldn’t if they tried.”

Wenwu shook his head while chuckling. “Young people. Does it make you feel better, knowing you’re untouchable?”

“I don’t know. How about you?”

Wenwu’s chuckles sounded almost fond. “I can see why he likes you.”

Y/N frowned at the familiar pronoun game. “Who?”

Wenwu smiled mysteriously before he stopped walking and faced Y/N head-on. “Why don’t you release your weapons? I find it easier to hold a conversation with someone who doesn’t display them as viciously.”

Y/N tilted her head at the reminder of the bracelets still adorning his arms, to his enemies not to cross him. “And if I don’t?”

“There’s no need for emotional displays. You’ll get them back.”

“I believe that when I see it,” she retorted before crossing her arms. Y/N clenched her jaw at the sensation of her bruised ribs. She was a stubborn adversary after all.

“You have my word; I won’t harm you again,” he assured her softly before pausing in thought. “We’re family after all.” After showing his hands, he waited for Y/N to deliver her weapons.

“What the hell does that mean?” Y/N hissed without moving.

“You met my son after all. Shangqi?”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “Who?”

“Oh.” He smiled to himself. “So, he hadn’t been honest after all,” Wenwu whispered under his breath, almost in astonishment. “I heard he goes by the name of ‘Shaun’.” He shook his head, with chuckles leaving him.

Time stood still while Y/N’s facial muscles drooped at hearing that news. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Not knowing what to believe in anymore, Yelena's gift was the only thing anchoring her to the present.

Y/N woke up with a gasp. She hissed before her hand reached for her bruised ribs. Light streamed through the windows in her room, which Wenwu had provided before locking her inside.

The simmering pain made her ground her teeth before she lifted her hoodie with delicate motions until dark-red contusions were on display in the form of several circles. Another whimpering sound left Y/N as she pulled the fabric back down. Weak fingers loosened the haphazard hairdo until her hair fell in waves to her shoulders. With gingerly movements, she lifted herself up in bed and combed through her hair with her fingers to make herself as presentable as possible.

Wenwu wasn’t much of a talker during their helicopter ride to the compound. If he was to be believed, he would ensure that she would meet Shangqi. Y/N was certain that he had something planned by forcing them to cross paths.

After standing up, she looked outside the window towards the training center and watched Wenwu's army with trepidation during their training session. Y/N shook her head to focus on escaping. She was on the enemy territory after all.

Although, she needed her weapons first.

What unnerved Y/N wasn’t that she was on this covert compound, but that she would have to face Shaun – no, Shangqi and didn’t know how to feel about the fact that parts of his life he unveiled to her weren’t the truth. She sighed, once that thought truly hit her.

Y/N swallowed thickly and pressed her hand against her stomach.

As much as she wanted to condemn him for lying or omitting the truth, she couldn’t fault Shangqi for it. For craving a different life, a normal one. Without the shadow of the past looming over the future. It would seem hypocritical since she herself wasn’t that innocent and barely was the epitome of honesty even though she never talked about her history, her parents, or anything really.

Y/N scoured the contents of her backpack and gratefully took out the compact mirror - almost a relic from the Soviet program. Her fingers inspected the keychain which Yelena had bestowed upon her until she discovered the USB drive. After plugging it into the compact mirror’s port and turned the mirror so it would face the bare wall and function as a beamer.

“Yelena, you little devil,” she muttered with admiration.

Y/N flickered through the file of Xu Wenwu, the leader of the Ten Rings, which the former assassin had provided for her. Not much was known about him, other than enforcing his will as basically an immortal terrorist while his son suffered under his upbringing as an assassin.

Apart from the magic immortality part, Y/N felt like she was gazing into her own reflection by empathizing with Shangqi. With a sigh, she snapped the mirror shut and threw her head back. Y/N strained her ears once she heard the rotor blades of a landing helicopter coming closer.

Her heart was thumping even faster at the possibility of seeing Shangqi again. There was a part of her that desperately longed for this reunion, but still, she had a bone to pick with his father. Under no circumstances would she turn into a damsel in distress and if anything, she’d rather face those bracelets of his than to evoke the traumatic experience of being a means to an end in the Black Widow program.

Using two bobby pins from her own hair, she placed one into the bottom half and the other in the top half of the lock and then twisted a few times-

The moment the door clicked open, Y/N silently pressed the handle down and carefully observed both sides of the wide hallways before she let the door snap shut behind her.

It was just the perfect opportunity to secretly explore her surroundings and to familiarize herself with the headquarters. After a few turns, uncontrollable rage filled Y/N once she saw the man she had been looking for from a distance.

The man in question was wearing a white shirt, with his hands hidden in his pockets as he casually took a stroll through the compound like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Despite her reminder to stay calm, Y/N stormed over. “You.”

Without turning his body, Wenwu casually replied, “Miss Y/L/N, why am I not surprised that you got out of your room?”

“What am I doing here? What do you want with me?” Y/N hissed through gritted teeth.

Wenwu clasped his hands behind his back. “You are incentive. Although, what’s more important, I was looking for you because I wanted to make you a job offer.”

“By killing me?” Y/N asked with derision.

“Only the best could survive the Ten Rings. I heard stories about you – about the job in Beirut. Your ruthlessness in the facility in Madripoor – you have my admiration for it.”

Once he saw glowering expression, Wenwu continued speaking with a deep voice, “Serve the Ten Rings and I will give you the purpose you are looking for.”

“I’m not going to be bait. I won’t ever live in servitude again. Especially not by the Mandarin.”

Wenwu’s body stilled at the mention before he tilted his head. “I have to admit, that alias has put a sour taste in my mouth.”

His confession gave Y/N the needed puzzle piece to see beyond his armor and chose to press against the pressure point even further.

“What would you like me to call you instead? Kidnapper? Wielder of bracelets?”

At long last, Wenwu faced her with a stony expression. “Watch your tongue, child.” Her skin prickled from the danger she found herself in by poking the beast.

Y/N smiled smiles serenely. “Or what?”

Before Wenwu could yield to her daring, or more like suicidal question, a shocked voice rendered Y/N speechless.

“Y/N?”

Her body turned until she was facing the man again who had harbored some secrets since she knew him. The moment she saw him again, her heartbeat accelerated with a vengeance. Relief filled Y/N when she saw Shangqi who had Katy and another dark-haired woman at his side.

After the truth Wenwu unveiled about his son, she still felt the same about him as she did before when he was still only regular Shaun, and not just Shangqi with a mysterious past.

“What are you doing here?” Shangqi whispered anxiously.

The thought that he looked really good crossed her mind at the most inopportune moment. Her eyes admired the yellow-blue bomber jacket he was wearing seconds before he rushed towards her and hugged her tightly.

Damn, he smelled even good.

The appreciative feeling was squashed by the exhaling hiss of pain which left her mouth, as much as she tried to control it.

Just as soon as he held her to his chest, Shangqi let go with frowned bewilderment and gazed at her while holding onto her shoulders.

Before he could ask about her vulnerable state, she admitted with gritted teeth, “Courtesy of your father.”

Shangqi slowly turned his head and glared at his father with such a deep loathing that Y/N almost shivered. He snarled with a dark glare on his face as the muscles on his shoulders tensed when he stepped closer to the man.

“What did you do to her?”

Wenwu had been watching their exchange with fascination. “I merely wanted to see for myself,” he said ominously.

“What?” Shangqi grunted with a rumbling voice as he clenched his jaw.

“How you would react,” Wenwu whispered with that glint in his eyes. “Tell me son, … does the concept frighten you that your love could know who you truly were? What I could have told her?”

With a reluctant shift of his head, Shangqi glanced at Y/N nervously.

Honestly, she didn't care who he was before she met him. Who was she judge him having a terrorist as a father when she had her own dark past?

Wanting to take his worries away, Y/N took his hand as a sign by weaving their fingers together and gazing at him with a serene expression. “It shouldn’t. I don’t scare easy.”

Heat streamed through her body from their closeness. It was peculiar how she was looking at Shangqi in a whole different light. Admiring the many birthmarks on his face while feeling curious about the scar on his chin.

Wanting to get to know him all over again.

In turn, Shangqi’s eyes roamed over her with open affection and deep astonishment.

Wenwu’s observed their interaction studiously before whispering, “Let’s see. How about dinner?”

The woman who hadn’t introduced herself yet, smirked at Wenwu’s comment by mentioning, “Yes, it’s a family reunion after all.”

They walked behind the leader of the Ten Rings while he led the way.

Although, Y/N couldn’t help but ignore the pulsating sensation around her ribs when Shangqi’s hand tightened around Y/N's fingers and kissing the top of her head. If they weren’t in such a dire situation, Y/N would've swooned at Shangqi's affection.

“Easy there, lover boy,” Y/N heard behind her, reminding her that they weren't alone.

She turned her head to greet the other woman, “Hey, Katy.”

Katy waved a hand, like she had no issue with being the fifth wheel for now and revealed a grimacing smile. “Glad to see Shaun’s father didn’t kill you,” she said awkwardly.

“You mean … Shangqi,” Y/N said tentatively, almost as if she was nervous about letting him know she was in the know about his real name.

Wenwu’s file didn’t offer much after all and Y/N felt it was crucial to find out these things from him personally instead of reading it in a file.

Shangqi and Y/N were still walking hand in hand when she felt the warmth of his stare on her. Y/N finally gazed up at him whose dark eyes settled on her face.

“Careful there or you might give my brother an aneurysm,” the mysterious woman purred with a raspy voice. “Make him jump you right now. And honestly, I don’t want to see the second part.”

Y/N faced her in silent curiosity before her eyes turned back to Shangqi. “Brother?”

“Don’t mind Xialing. She’s being her usual self.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows at that new-found detail about his life. “You have a sister, Shangqi? You’re a deep well, huh?”

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5. we rented a place together with our friend group for vacation, but there are only double beds in every room and everyone else already found a sleeping partner [with kim lip]

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going on vacation with your friend group was the thing you were looking forward to the most as soon as summer started, and you had finally taken your last exam for the semester.

letting your hand fall outside of the car window, eyes closed and wind gently blowing through your hair, your mind was already wandering off to the way you were about to spend the next week. a whole week of spending time with your friends, eating together and playing games for however long you desired.

you detached yourself from your own thoughts, squinting and rapidly blinking your eyes at being suddenly exposed to the sun after having kept them closed for a while. you looked around, smiling at your friend suyeon sleeping soundly next to you in the backseat, mouth open, tiniest hint of drool coming out from the side, legs spread open and head thrown back.

you couldn't refrain from letting out an amused squeak when she suddenly snorted and jolted a bit and pulling out your phone to take a picture of her, adding it to your personal "compromising pictures of friends" folder.

having already grabbed the attention of the person in the passenger seat, who turned around and offered you a chip, you poked your head in between the two front seats, smiling at yoojung and doyeon -who was driving.

"how long?" you wondered with a pout, trying to take a peek at the gps app on doyeon's phone.

"15 minutes and we'll be there" she reassured you, quietly patting your head. plopping back onto your seat, you tried to stretch out your arms and legs as humanly possible considering the confined space you were in -and had been in for the past two hours- and redirected your own attention to the view outside your window.

"y/n, can you check if the others are still behind us?" yoojung called out, rapidly looking back at you from her own seat, making sure you heard.

"roger that". tilting your body to analyse the road behind you, trying to spot the other car where the rest of your friends were, you were relieved to know they hadn't got lost but had been right there the whole time.

as you were about to sit back down, jungeun spotted you and smiled at your cute head popping up from your seat, waving at you.

needless to say you malfunctioned at the unexpected interaction, and quickly reciprocated the "hello" before sitting back down.

"y yes, they're there" you informed yoojung, who gave you a thumbs up from her seat.

"can't believe we're finally here!" exclaimed your friend yuna, jumping out of the other car as soon as you parked to go meet the home owner to the place you had rented inside.

no one managed to keep up with her excitement, as you were all busy stretching out your tired limbs from the exhausting car ride, trying to wake up, or fighting against the heat. despite being way past dinner time, in fact, it was still quite hot outside.

opening the trunk of both cars, you started loading yourselves with luggages and all kinds of bags. "you brought so much stuff, i swear to god" yuri complained, but still trying with all her might to take minji's belongings out of the car, instead of letting her friend take care of it herself.

you chuckled at the scene, going back to deal with your own bags.

"need help?" a voice from your left asked, startling you for a second before directing your attention to them. "oh jungeun, uhmm, no. i don't have much stuff anyway" you reassured your friend, adjusting your backpack on your shoulders and tightly holding onto your other bag.

"w-" she began, getting interrupted by suyeon who called the two of you over, the only ones who were still standing outside in the parking spot.

you yelled a reply before briefly patting jungeun's arm, "let's go inside" and flashing her that cute smile of yours.

now, a big situation had just occurred. immediately after the owner of the house you had rented mentioned the fact that there were four rooms for the eight of you, you knew chaos was about to rule over the situation. every room had double beds only, which would be a more than comfortable arrangement, if you succeeded in not thinking about the possibility of being “sleeping partners” with... you looked over to jungeun standing a few steps away from you, who swiftly caught you looking at her and reciprocated the action with a wink. alright.

saying your goodbyes to the friendly lady that rented you this place, you bolted towards suyeon, who nearly lost her balance right there. “i’m not even going to mention the fact that, most likely, i’m the only one who wasn’t made aware of this fun double beds situation” you menacingly whispered to your friend, holding her in place with one arm over her shoulders, turning your backs to your friend groups to have this ominous conversation in peace and privacy. “but you can make up for it now. be my partner” you suggested, or was it rather an order. freeing herself from your arm, suyeon gave you a mortified smile and slowly backed away from you. “im sorry, but i promised- i gave my word to yuna that i would be her partner” she explained. “good luck, y/n!”. she ran away.

after leaving you to deal with your own problem, suyeon grabbed yuna by the arm and dragged her to a bedroom, closing the door behind. which still wasn't enough to disguise their mischievous giggles.

i am being set up.

turning to doyeon, you figured it'd be useless to ask her, considering she would 100% share the room with yoojung. and your intuition was proved right when the two of them happily choose a room for themselves and entered it to comfortably adjust themselves to the new environment.

sighing silently, your ears perked up at minji's voice, who was just about to hang up the call with her mother, who had made it specifically clear that her daughter had to give her a call as soon as she had arrived. mumbling to herself, minji put the backpack on her shoulder and began heading towards one of the only two bedrooms left available. you stopped her on her tracks "hey minji! i was wondering if maybe you wanted to share the room with me!". she almost didn't even look at you, but still replied "sure, i don't see why no-".

"MINJI" yuri yelled whilst sprinting towards your direction from across the hall, taking her friend's hand into hers as soon as she caught up with the two of you and holding it to her chest. "you promised you'd share the room with me, don’t you remember?" she pronounced in a lovely, sing-song tone, resting her head against the unsuspecting victim's shoulder. "no, i didn't-" and she was interrupted for the second time by a not so subtle kick to the shin, which nearly made her fold in half.

"alright, y/n, good night" yuri dismissed you, leaving you alone on the hall. or so you thought.

"that was weird, huh?" jungeun appeared next to you, snickering to herself, gaze pointed towards the only room now available. "c'mon partner" she encouraged you, before lifting her luggage from the floor with a grunt, and heading towards the bedroom. you slapped your cheeks to flush away any thought you had about sleeping in the same bed with non other than your crush. yes, her. you have only been all over her for two years, what could possibly go wrong.

"i can wait outside while you change into your pajamas" jungeun broke the silence that had been ruling over the two for you for what seemed like hours but was in fact only five or six minutes. diverting your attention from your bag and your necessities, like skincare products and your bed clothes, you looked up at her, sitting on what was, well, your shared bed, shyly scratching her nape and looking away. you got distracted at this new found behavior of hers. you've never really seen her this embarrassed before, she is usually out spoken, loud, teases every single one of your friends like there's no tomorrow, but you've never seen her this soft... shy, flustered ?

"oh no, don't worry! you can stay!" you blurted out as soon as you realized you had stayed silent for a pinch too long. "i mean! y yeah, you can stay while i change" you continued, tripping over your words. "you don't have to get out, is what i’m trying to say" you were able to explain yourself, still kneeling on the ground next to your travel bag, your hands on your lap and fingers busy fiddling with the hem of your top. "you can just turn around and not look... i will do the same of course" you finished, managing at the end to raise your head to glance at her, who looked as if she was in a trance, observing every single little movement of yours.

"cute" she giggled to herself, which you were almost sure you didn't hear correctly.

"do you have a preference?" jungeun inquired, pointing her gaze at the bed and then directing it to you. watching as you slowly tilted your head to the side, not sure about what she wanted to know exactly, she was almost sure her heart was blasting a million fireworks inside of her. " i, mmh, was just asking if you had a preference over where to sleep? wall side or the other?" she specified, causing an "aaah" of realization to come out of you.

you didn't really have a preference, but you do tend to sleep closer to the wall even in your own bed, so you settled on that side, earning a nod from the blonde next to you, who had no complaints.

during the process of sliding yourself underneath the covers was when the realization of sleeping, spending a whole night, in the same bed as your long time crush actually started to sink in. and even more so when she herself got comfortable on the soft mattress.

letting out a sigh of satisfaction, she stretched her arms over her head, eyes closed shut and a satisfied and relaxed smile forming on her lips. you couldn't help but admire how pretty even her bare face was. her plush lips, her pretty eyelashes adorning her big dark eyes, and her blonde hair sprawled across the pillow.

"wow..." you let out underneath your breath, causing her to open one eye to pierce through your entire soul. or at least that's how you felt. clearing your throat, you rolled onto your back and started looking up at the ceiling, still feeling her sharp gaze on you.

"i sure do hope you don't snore" you commented to break the silence and the weird atmosphere between you two, fighting to suppress a smile from forming on your lips. she gasped in the most dramatic way she could manage, now shifting her body to the side, her left elbow holding her up. "how dare you!" she yelled out, gently punching your arm to add emphasis to her fake disappointment.

"and i sure hope you won't kick me off this bed while you sleep!" she talked back at you, falling back onto the mattress and nudging your shoulder with her own, causing your laughter to grow louder and more persistent than before.

the sound of your voices mixed together was such a blissful sound that you wished this moment would never cease. instinctively rolling to your side, you found your face to be mere centimetres away from jungeun's causing your laughter to fade away and your glossy eyes to focus on her own, which were reciprocating the action.

you couldn't help but gulp loudly at the proximity, resulting in one short breathy chuckle from jungeun, who simply couldn't handle your adorable awkwardness.

you hummed while diverting your gaze from her face for the first time in a while, shivering and halting any type of movement when you clearly felt her hand come in contact and resting itself on top of your hip from under the covers.

"you're so pretty, y/n" she whispered in a low tone, almost as if she didn't want you to hear. you ears were now definitely red, and along with your mouth that was quickly getting drier by the second, it was so clear how much of an impact such a simple touch from her had on you. it was almost humiliating how much you couldn't seem to control your own body reactions whenever she was around.

feeling her hand sliding ever so slightly higher so that it would lend on your waist, she decided to shut her eyes. you obviously couldn't. just, how could you ever fall asleep when your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest?

"good night, y/n" she spoke softly.

your attempt at a reply was rather miserable, considering how dry your throat was that you couldn't even get your words out, mentally cursing at yourself and noticing the small smile that appeared on the pretty girl right next to you.

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