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Was I adultified as a Black, Neurodivergent, Tweenage girl?

(CW // Talks of adultification, sexual harassment, self harm, masturbation, body-image issues)

When I was 12 years old, I had a crush on a teacher at my new school that was a special needs school. I am neurodivergent, hence why I was taken there. My dumbass decided to tell someone about my crush even though I didn’t trust anyone and it spread towards the whole school which made me embarrassed.

A teacher sat me down one day and told me he cannot be with me due to my age (he was a grown adult in his 20s and I was 12), I understood and left the teacher after the chat. This was when I noticed that I still had a crush on him and I wasn’t sure why even though I understood nothing would come out of it. So with my research and the amount of times I called ChildLine when I wanted to vent about stuff, I learned about journaling to try and get these emotions out. So there would be a book I’d take to school and very important to note, I tend to have these emotions at school and it makes it harder for me to focus, so I would write few things in there before going back to my work. Waiting until I went home wasn’t an option for me, since it would go out of control and I’d risk telling another student who I knew I cannot trust due to their big mouths, so this is something I do daily.

Ever since I started bringing my journal book, the teachers started acting weird and threatening to kick me out over this whole situation. I remember a teacher telling me that she would have to either kick me or the teacher out but the teacher is very good at his job, so they’ll need to kick me instead. A very messed up thing to say to a growing 12 year old. I remember having an OC (original character) I made who had the same name as the teacher (which by the way he was made WAY before I came to the school) and a teacher was livid at the sight of the drawing despite me explaining that this wasn’t him. The OC had similar characteristics to the teacher such as having an afro, but he was designed to be one of my imaginary brothers since there were only girls in my family. Nonetheless, the teacher confiscated my book and told me not to bring it, even though there wasn’t anything wrong?

The breaking point was when everyone was sent outside. Me not being close to the other students, I just sat in the shade while writing in my journal. When I looked up, I saw a teacher walking towards me and she told me to go inside without any explaination. I was sent to an office when I was told that I was not allowed to be outside due to me using my book and now my parents have to pick me up so I can go home. To make the time go quicker, I threw a tantrum throwing things everywhere and crying because the whole time I was treated horribly by them and was treated like a criminal without them taking the time to understand me. Luckily, I was able to go home and I told my parents EVERYTHING.

Ever since then, I was traumatised from ever sharing my emotions, especially romantic ones. One incident in my tuition class after I left that school was me having a crush on a boy, and I was constantly telling myself not to have a crush on him or I will ruin my life and would be a horrible person. I would sometimes self harm if I had any sort of crush until any sort of romantic thoughts turned into bad flashbacks that would stop my crushes all together and it would leave me crying on my own.

I am 20 years old now and I’ve been looking back at all my moments. I am able to take accountability for some of the actions I done and realised how some of the things I done and the punishments I’ve been given were somewhat justified. However, there were some instances, especially this one, which lead to believe that there’s something else happening that makes me struggle to find what I did wrong. I remember being accused of masturbating in class (not the same school) when I was actually checking my underwear to see if I was on my period due to me unable to tell the teacher to go to the toilet. That is one hell of a stretch. I remember reading out loud during reading time (same school as the last story) and I was put into isolation due to me unable to read in my head and getting bored at every book given to me.

I read about adultification, and I am positive this has happened to me as a 12 year old black neurodivergent person. While yes this didn’t lead to serious cases where police were involved, but it can also include getting harsh punishments for small mistakes such as when I was forced into going to the disabled toilets instead of the girls toilets and not being allowed to hang out with the other girls my age (for a while, I wasn’t allowed to go out and play and I was forced in a room with a teacher), getting my innocence sexualised such as when I was accused of sexual harassment for trying to stop my confusing extreme crushes the best way I could without proper support, and also not getting enough proper support like the time where I was pulled out of class to talk about sex when I was 12 and was uncomfortable with it. Honourable mention, I was taken out of school to change due to me wearing my book day outside in school a week before and was told I wasn’t allowed to wear it. I understand it was against the rules, but the tone of the teacher’s voice wasn’t compassionate but rather harsh and degrading, almost like she was disgusted for wearing this outfit that I was really excited to wear.

These experiences lead me to have really bad self esteem, body-image issues, made me feel like I wasn’t allowed to be a kid, had lack of trust from those teachers, suffered from depression and anxiety growing up and overall I hated going to school that I felt like I had to pretend to be sick just so I didn’t need to go. As for the situation with the crush on the teacher, this impacted me so much as an adult that I struggled with my emotions and for a while I thought I turned asexual or have the inability to commit to a relationship due to my fear of accidentally sexually harassing someone without them telling me.

Every time I tell my story, people kept insisting that I indeed sexually harassed a teacher when I didn’t even do any of that. It took me finding videos of people talking about the adultification of black girls that I realised that I was just an innocent kid, the adults around me just didn’t allow me to do so. I thought maybe this is a Gen Z thing and I just had to get with the times and not follow everything I see from Gen X and Millennial media when really, I was looking at girlhood at the perspective of a privileged white neurotypical teenage girl who was able to be a teenager without fear of this happening to her. She was able to fall in love and pull out whenever possible. She was able to make mistakes and everyone calls her quirky. She was able to get in trouble, and she’ll be seen as “someone-who-made-a-silly-mistake-and-has-to-seek-her-teacher-after-school.”

As a black neurodivergent teenager, I was never given the opportunity to be seen as such. I was dangerous, I was disgusting and I was someone to be feared and treated like an adult, even if I was only 12 years old. It breaks my heart, even until now as a 20 year old where people still misunderstand her as this troubled girl when… she was just a kid.

[blxckhwa]

Was I adultified as a Black, Neurodivergent, Tweenage girl?

(CW // Talks of adultification, sexual harassment, self harm, masturbation, body-image issues)

When I was 12 years old, I had a crush on a teacher at my new school that was a special needs school. I am neurodivergent, hence why I was taken there. My dumbass decided to tell someone about my crush even though I didn’t trust anyone and it spread towards the whole school which made me embarrassed.

A teacher sat me down one day and told me he cannot be with me due to my age (he was a grown adult in his 20s and I was 12), I understood and left the teacher after the chat. This was when I noticed that I still had a crush on him and I wasn’t sure why even though I understood nothing would come out of it. So with my research and the amount of times I called ChildLine when I wanted to vent about stuff, I learned about journaling to try and get these emotions out. So there would be a book I’d take to school and very important to note, I tend to have these emotions at school and it makes it harder for me to focus, so I would write few things in there before going back to my work. Waiting until I went home wasn’t an option for me, since it would go out of control and I’d risk telling another student who I knew I cannot trust due to their big mouths, so this is something I do daily.

Ever since I started bringing my journal book, the teachers started acting weird and threatening to kick me out over this whole situation. I remember a teacher telling me that she would have to either kick me or the teacher out but the teacher is very good at his job, so they’ll need to kick me instead. A very messed up thing to say to a growing 12 year old. I remember having an OC (original character) I made who had the same name as the teacher (which by the way he was made WAY before I came to the school) and a teacher was livid at the sight of the drawing despite me explaining that this wasn’t him. The OC had similar characteristics to the teacher such as having an afro, but he was designed to be one of my imaginary brothers since there were only girls in my family. Nonetheless, the teacher confiscated my book and told me not to bring it, even though there wasn’t anything wrong?

The breaking point was when everyone was sent outside. Me not being close to the other students, I just sat in the shade while writing in my journal. When I looked up, I saw a teacher walking towards me and she told me to go inside without any explaination. I was sent to an office when I was told that I was not allowed to be outside due to me using my book and now my parents have to pick me up so I can go home. To make the time go quicker, I threw a tantrum throwing things everywhere and crying because the whole time I was treated horribly by them and was treated like a criminal without them taking the time to understand me. Luckily, I was able to go home and I told my parents EVERYTHING.

Ever since then, I was traumatised from ever sharing my emotions, especially romantic ones. One incident in my tuition class after I left that school was me having a crush on a boy, and I was constantly telling myself not to have a crush on him or I will ruin my life and would be a horrible person. I would sometimes self harm if I had any sort of crush until any sort of romantic thoughts turned into bad flashbacks that would stop my crushes all together and it would leave me crying on my own.

I am 20 years old now and I’ve been looking back at all my moments. I am able to take accountability for some of the actions I done and realised how some of the things I done and the punishments I’ve been given were somewhat justified. However, there were some instances, especially this one, which lead to believe that there’s something else happening that makes me struggle to find what I did wrong. I remember being accused of masturbating in class (not the same school) when I was actually checking my underwear to see if I was on my period due to me unable to tell the teacher to go to the toilet. That is one hell of a stretch. I remember reading out loud during reading time (same school as the last story) and I was put into isolation due to me unable to read in my head and getting bored at every book given to me.

I read about adultification, and I am positive this has happened to me as a 12 year old black neurodivergent person. While yes this didn’t lead to serious cases where police were involved, but it can also include getting harsh punishments for small mistakes such as when I was forced into going to the disabled toilets instead of the girls toilets and not being allowed to hang out with the other girls my age (for a while, I wasn’t allowed to go out and play and I was forced in a room with a teacher), getting my innocence sexualised such as when I was accused of sexual harassment for trying to stop my confusing extreme crushes the best way I could without proper support, and also not getting enough proper support like the time where I was pulled out of class to talk about sex when I was 12 and was uncomfortable with it. Honourable mention, I was taken out of school to change due to me wearing my book day outside in school a week before and was told I wasn’t allowed to wear it. I understand it was against the rules, but the tone of the teacher’s voice wasn’t compassionate but rather harsh and degrading, almost like she was disgusted for wearing this outfit that I was really excited to wear.

These experiences lead me to have really bad self esteem, body-image issues, made me feel like I wasn’t allowed to be a kid, had lack of trust from those teachers, suffered from depression and anxiety growing up and overall I hated going to school that I felt like I had to pretend to be sick just so I didn’t need to go. As for the situation with the crush on the teacher, this impacted me so much as an adult that I struggled with my emotions and for a while I thought I turned asexual or have the inability to commit to a relationship due to my fear of accidentally sexually harassing someone without them telling me.

Every time I tell my story, people kept insisting that I indeed sexually harassed a teacher when I didn’t even do any of that. It took me finding videos of people talking about the adultification of black girls that I realised that I was just an innocent kid, the adults around me just didn’t allow me to do so. I thought maybe this is a Gen Z thing and I just had to get with the times and not follow everything I see from Gen X and Millennial media when really, I was looking at girlhood at the perspective of a privileged white neurotypical teenage girl who was able to be a teenager without fear of this happening to her. She was able to fall in love and pull out whenever possible. She was able to make mistakes and everyone calls her quirky. She was able to get in trouble, and she’ll be seen as “someone-who-made-a-silly-mistake-and-has-to-seek-her-teacher-after-school.”

As a black neurodivergent teenager, I was never given the opportunity to be seen as such. I was dangerous, I was disgusting and I was someone to be feared and treated like an adult, even if I was only 12 years old. It breaks my heart, even until now as a 20 year old where people still misunderstand her as this troubled girl when… she was just a kid.

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I applaud them for telling their story. I was just diagnosis with autism at age 20 it’s so weird to look back in situation in life and realize how so many people failed u. I’m at the stage of anger for the lack of knowledge and people not understanding I was clearly on the spectrum. I feel not alone after reading your post.

[awildshortperson]

Growing up is realising how much you missed out on in childhood because you were wishing to be an adult. Dressing up in more adult clothes just to look older instead of wearing the genuinely nice cute kiddy clothes you'd get made fun of for wearing when you're older. Ruining friendships because you're trying to become a different version of yourself like all the cool teenagers you see in films. Not enjoying basic childhood things just because it makes you look like..... a child.

I think we forget how much of an impact media in general has on kids. I went from being a really sweet child full of joy to now a depressed almost-adult because I lost my childhood to a dream I never achieved, one that I had literally zero control over because I would have to fundamentally change myself and who I am to achieve it. I have spent so many years just hating myself because who I am didn't make me like the cool teens in the movies. I've lost and changed friendships to become like them. I've changed myself so much I've returned essentially to who I was before: a lost 10 year old who is never good enough for myself.

I know that so much will still change, I'm not even an adult yet, I can't fully comment on this, but to think that I have essentially lost about 10 years of my childhood and my happiness to hating myself because I'm not how the media portrays teens to be. Childhood is precious and should be cherished, but instead society pushes us to constantly think about the future and want to change ourselves to fit the formula. My childhood isn't even technically over, but it feels as though it ended when I was 9.

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I hate when people blame social media, for their demise. It’s a choice to pick up a phone, it’s a choice to watch television. Nothing is to blame for your depression but your biology. If you’re allowing the media to trigger you, that’s an attribute to your low self esteem and lack of awareness.

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my son my sins teaser

Genre: Vampire AU, Supernatural Politics, Found Family

Featuring: Vampire Touya, kid Shoto, OC Zariyah (Black vampire ), Pureblood society drama, Hints of Vampire Knight fusion

Warnings: Blood consumption (vampiric),Mentions of incest (non-graphic, legacy-based context from vampire politics),Power imbalance / dark legacy themes,Protective but morally grey dad vibes,Classism and prejudice (vampire vs. human),blood play

synopsis: pureblood touya raises his brother/son with his girlfriend Zariyah. The vampire council wants to kill half human shoto over touya undead body. (takes elements from vampire knights some characters appear later on)

The moon hung low and swollen over the Todoroki estate, bathing the marble halls in a silver that never reached warmth. Even here, deep in the heart of the pureblood stronghold, the air tasted like secrets—iron and regret laced into every breath.

Touya lounged in a high-backed velvet chair, boots kicked over the armrest, one arm curled protectively around the small boy asleep in his lap. Shoto clung to him with the helpless trust of a child who knew no safer place. His snowy head was tucked beneath Touya’s chin, his tiny fingers curled in the fabric of Touya’s shirt like roots desperate for soil.

"You shouldn't baby him like that," Zariyah murmured, her voice low as she sat beside her lover, dark fingers absently playing in Shoto's hair.

"If I don't," Touya snapped, "then who will? It’s not like Enji—" His fangs bared, rage flaring beneath the surface. Shoto twitched but didn’t wake. Zariyah moved quickly, lifting the child into her arms and laying him gently on the nearby couch. She covered him with a blanket, her movements soft and maternal.

"Technically… he's not your son," she said, easing back into the seat beside Touya.

He didn’t look at her right away. When he did, his fangs were still extended, glinting in the moonlight. "It’s not like I wanted this. My father—Enji—he orchestrated it all."

A beat passed.

“It’s not every day a thirteen-year-old becomes a father,” Touya added bitterly. "He said it was tradition. That it would ‘purify the line.’"

Zariyah's lips tightened. Her family, once enslaved by nobles like Enji, had broken their chains long ago. Her brand of vampire didn’t dance in the incestuous blood rituals of the old world.

“Shoto doesn’t even know how he was conceived,” she whispered. “That he was a pawn—bred by force.”

Touya laughed darkly. “He fed from me first, you know? Not his mother. Me. He’s mine.” His voice cracked slightly, bitter and worn. “Enji wouldn’t even change his diapers.”

Zariyah turned to him fully. She saw past the cocky grin, the blood-stained shirt, the predator swagger. She saw the boy. The broken boy, who never got to be one.

“You’re his sire,” she said. “Born from you. Raised by you. And you’re going to fight for him.”

She climbed into his lap, straddling him, her face inches from his. “The Council is old. Their power is crumbling. You, me, Zero, Kaname—our generation doesn’t owe them anything.”

Her fangs descended. With a growl, she bit into his neck, drinking deep. Touya gasped he’d grown used to her, but this was different. Desperate. Angry. She arose the crimson liquid staining her face. "you father presents the old way she said

Zariyah licks her fingers slow and deliberate. "we are the new age."

Zariyah curls an arm around Touya’s neck

“If you love him,” she hissed, blood staining her lips, “then stop hiding. Fight for him. He’s not a mistake. He’s ours.”

The blood spills across the marble like an offering. Zariyah dips her fingers in it and feeds it to Touya. He sucks her fingers clean.

Slow. Obscene.

They kiss messy, hungry, blood-slick. It isn’t gentle. It’s claiming.

And when they pull apart, lips red, eyes wild.

🕯️ Reblogs and thoughts encouraged. First chapter, more coming. 🕯️

Plan to make a full story not Sure if I'll be on on a03 of here.

for clarification no incest is had between enji and touya or any main character.

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Made for me lore

HUSBANDS

-BAEKHYUN

40

BORN

1984

-SUHO

ABOUT 690

BORN IN THE 1300

-XIUMIN

56

BORN 1968

-CHEN

ABOUT 132

DISCLAIMER: I NEVER HAD AN EXACT DATE OR BIRTHDAY FOR ANYONE JUST A GOOD ESTIMATE OF THE AGES WITHIN THE PARK FAMILY.

Parks are considered "Aristocrats," meaning their sire is a vampire with two pureblood parents. Aristocrats possess the same power and influence as purebloods, though they are regarded as lower in status by pureblood due to ancient rules that focus on maintaining a pure bloodline. Aristocrats are still respected within regular vampire society.

Aristocrats cannot create purebloods. When an aristocrat has a child, the child is most likely what’s known as a Quid-Vamp—meaning they are a quarter vampire but mostly human. Children like Sehun and Kai are Quad-Vamps, which means they can grow in one of two ways: either they age normally like a regular human or they age very slowly. All Quad-Vamps eventually die, but the rate at which they age depends on the individual child.

In the prologue, Kai is about 4 years old, born in 1999. The story takes place in 2010. He's 7 years old in the present, which is 14 years after. There isn’t a specific range for their aging process, but it is very slow. Fortunately, the children’s minds remain the same, so it’s not like Claudia from Iwtv.

quad vampires can have some vampire traits such as fangs and a taste for blood but a huge percentage of there biology is human.

CHANYEOL PARK

About 1,000 Years Old

Born around the 1000s,. He is the oldest son and the last remaining relative of the Park lineage.

While he may not be the oldest vampire, Chanyeol is one of the most respected. His family was known for their traditional and revered status within the vampire community, maintaining a pureblood line through centuries of incest. However, everything changed when Chanyeol met Suho.

Initially, Chanyeol’s family disapproved of Suho, until the final years before the family’s tragic demise. Despite this, Chanyeol became something of a legend within the vampire community due to his role in avenging his family, an event known as "The Great Death," which is somewhat a tale for new vampires.

To be turned into a vampire, one must receive the blood of a vampire as they die. Traditionally, pure-bloods reserved this gift for those they married or had an intimate relationship with, to avoid tainting the bloodline. This is why Chanyeol only offered the gift to someone he had genuine feelings for.

Similar to a heat in the omega verse, becoming a vampire is a form of transition or rebirth. The Parks, are a mated relationship. Sleeping with Chanyeol would seal the bond between him and Baek. It’s important to bond with the correct sire to avoid being bonded to the wrong vampire. Hence, Baek must remain abstinent until the right moment, while the others in the family are loyal to Chanyeol nor are they sexually attracted to one another.

Vampires are regular vampires basic powers such as fly and speed. created with aristocrats and normal vamps. or humans and aristocrats they are the most common of the vampires but alot of them die young (100 yrs or less)

werewolf rare but the enemy of vampires can kill vampires but not purebloods

male pregnancy is normal in this society rare but possible. its more common for the males to get an implant in modern society but as vampires the body naturally changes in the case of olden days when pureblood family with only sons would mate to continue the bloodline.

park Chanyeol was a child of third cousins and he almost mated his niece before Suho.

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made 4 me pt 2

prologue

Warning ⚠️

Feminization , mpreg

Explaining the rules and adding backstory before the next part.

Baekhyun woke up dazed in an unfamiliar bed. He remembered it was his birthday and he had been out with friends. The last thing he recalled was a sharp pain—something violent attacking his neck. He touched his neck; it was bare, with no scars or marks, just smooth skin.

“Oh!” Jongdae said, looking at Baekhyun with a smile as he sat down next to him. “You’re awake.” He air-quoted “the talk” before continuing, “Suho-hyung was supposed to give you the talk, but since he’s out, I’ll have to do it.”

Baekhyun’s eyes widened, his face a mixture of confusion and shock. “Wait, who are you? Why am I here?” Jongdae moved a little further away, opting to keep his distance from the confused newcomer. “Please don’t be loud. Our lord is trying to rest,” he said, pointing towards a coffin in the corner of the room.

Feeling a wave of nausea, Baekhyun looked around the room, taking in the antique decor. It was clear these people had money, but the coffin was unsettling. Maybe Baekhyun had been taken in by a wealthy couple, but the coffin was strange.

“Okay, tell me what’s going on,” Baekhyun demanded. “Why can’t I remember anything? Are you going to kill me?” Jongdae shook his head, reaching out for Baekhyun’s hand to avoid disturbing Chanyeol any further.

“So I’m dead?” Baekhyun asked, sipping the tea he’d been given to calm his nerves.

“Undead, more or less. But yes,” Jongdae replied, reaching for his own cup of tea. “I know the whole concept of vampires seems like folklore, but—”

“No!” Baekhyun interrupted, his eyes wide. “I’ve seen Twilight like a million times. I just can’t believe you’re Asian.”

Jongdae looked surprised. He was aware of the integration of vampires into human society, but it was fascinating to see someone be so open about it so quickly. When Jongdae had been turned, he’d felt sick for days. Oh, how times had changed.

“Well, that’s amazing,” Jongdae said with a smile. “Now, please wait for Suho to come back so he can explain the rules. If you don’t mind, I need to feed my children.” He got up quickly, feeling a bit awkward around Baekhyun.

“Hey,” Baekhyun called as Jongdae started to walk away. “If you’d like, I could help. I’m great with kids.” He offered a soft smile, sensing the tension in the room, and reached out to take Jongdae’s hand. Thinking for a moment Chen takes baekhyuns hand. “I’d like that you can tell me what this Twilight is.”

Laughing, Jongdae allowed himself to be guided toward the nursery. “Oh, it’s only the best romance of our time.”

Suho was many things: a good husband, a good father, and a fabulous cook. However, one thing he was not was spontaneous. He disliked change and preferred order. He once saw a modern therapist who explained that this tendency was related to something called OCD. While it was relieving to finally understand why he behaved the way he did, he still often felt a sense of shame.

His life was perfect—three mates who were kind, two babies who meant the world to him, and a beautiful house that he had meticulously designed and decorated. Suho cherished order above all else. So, it was quite a shock for him when he saw a strange fledgling holding his son.

“Hyung, stop!” Xiumin yelled as the older vampire pinned Baekhyun to the ground. His youngest, Kai, ran to Xiumin, clutching his leg. “Papa, stop! Mr. Baekhyun just wanted to pway,” the baby said.

“Honey, he just woke up and was waiting for you,” Chen explained. “I apologize if he startled you.”

Suho brushed himself off and stood up, pulling the small boy up with him. “I apologize. You’re probably waiting for me to explain the rules. Please come to the study. Don’t touch anything—my nose isn’t familiar with your scent.”

The study was well-kept but showed signs of frequent use, with small corners of dirt that hinted at its regular occupancy. While it might not have been concerning to most, it drove Suho to distraction.

“Okay, so I don’t want to spend a lot of time here,” Suho admitted. “These conditions are less than ideal, but I really need a quiet place to speak, so let’s cut to the chase.”

“You’re a vampire.”

“Did Chen tell you that?” Baekhyun shook his head, feeling an immediate sense of intimidation.

“Good. Our master is Chanyeol—he is both our sire and husband. We currently have two children, courtesy of Jongdae. I’m sure you’re familiar with the male pregnancy community.” Baekhyun nodded. “We’ve had more children in the past, but they’ve passed away over the centuries.”

Suho glanced at a portrait of himself and Chanyeol, holding a smiling brown-haired boy. “This is my baby, Yixing. May he rest in peace.” He sighed, wiping away a tear. “One downside of being a vampire is the sickness that surrounds us". "we can survive the hashes of plagues but our kin and friends around us can't say the same".

Wiping his tears “That’s a matter for another day,” Suho said.

“You belong solely to Chanyeol. While we share a husband and a home, we are not lovers,” Suho continued. “Chanyeol is our lord, and we’re extremely grateful to him. He is the only one who can fully activate your powers.”

Suho’s expression turned serious. “At the moment, he is out of commission, and we don’t know when he’ll recover. Until then, you must remain untouched until Chanyeol can address your situation.”

Baekhyun’s eyebrows shot up in confusion. “So, I just met you all not even three hours ago, and you’re saying I have to join your... strange harem? Are you kidding me?”

Suho, clearly annoyed and eager to be done with the conversation, could already tell this would be a challenging case. Fortunately, he had experience dealing with difficult individuals. “Listen here,” he said sharply, “Chanyeol has given you the opportunity of a lifetime, so don’t take that for granted. But if you’re not interested, fine—go ahead. The vampire hunters will have you killed within a week.”

“Now, if you’re done interrupting, I’ll explain,” Suho said, his tone brooking no argument. “I’m in charge for now. You’ll need to keep everything clean and help with the children. I will run this house as if Chanyeol never left, because it’s only a matter of time before he returns to us.”

“You will remain untouched, as I said, and that includes us and even yourself. If you need a device to help you with this, I can provide one. It’s extremely important that you save yourself for your sire after your transition; it’s like a rebirth.”

Baekhyun listened in stunned silence, his mind racing to process everything Suho had said. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, and he struggled to comprehend how his life changed so drastically within the hours.

Left alone in the study Baekhyun admired the portrait of Yixing the fallen child. He was the spitting image of Suho with beautiful dimples.

Talking to the image "This is so crazy".

@ursoulmateuniverse-blog

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Park Chanyeol was the most powerful vampire the world had ever seen. He was a pureblood from the Park clan, the oldest vampires known to man. In the vampire world, the Parks were basically royalty. They lived in a beautiful Gothic mansion that dated back to the 1700s, said to have once been the property of an ancient ruler. It now served as the residence of the vampire lord and his four lovers: Park Suho, Park Minseok, Park Jong-dae, and the youngest and most recent mate, Park Baekhyun.

Chanyeol met each of them at different times: Suho in Europe in 1351, when he neared death from the plague; Jong-dae in the early 1900s, as he suffered from the depression that swept the United States; and Minseok, Chanyeol's most recent find, saved from death as he lived with AIDS in the late 1980s. Minseok had been the most compliant of the three, as the concept of vampires wasn't foreign to him. He struggled with his loss of humanity, having been a vet in his past life, but life with Chanyeol entailed more than he could ever imagine.

Last was Baekhyun, a victim of a hate crime in 2010. Chanyeol happened to be passing by when he saw the young boy left for dead. The century-old vampire was no stranger to death and often wouldn't care when he saw murder, as it was a part of life. Yet when he saw the young man's face, he couldn't help but feel empathetic.

The blood of a pureblood was something to treasure. Many vampires would give themselves as slaves just to have a taste. Purebloods were the only ones capable of turning a human into a vampire. While most vampires were descendants of purebloods, they did not have the same power. For a time, it was heavily recommended that purebloods breed with one another to grow the vampire race. However, after a few centuries, vampires began to procreate with humans and other species. Now, 90% of the vampire population were low-level beings created by unions of vampires. Only 5% were still purebloods, and vampires like the Parks, created by purebloods, were known as aristocrats.

Ironically, the very night Baekhyun was turned happened to be a full moon. While not much could harm a pureblood vampire, werewolves had been their enemies for centuries. As Chanyeol held the boy in his arms and fed him blood to awaken him, a pack of wolves charged at him from behind. This attack would have sent any normal vampire to the ground, but Chanyeol came from a special lineage.

The attack left him badly injured, requiring him to slumber for years until his body fully healed. He had yet to meet his new mate, and his older companions were forced to explain to the fledgling what had happened.

Cut to 2024, fourteen years later, Chanyeol was waking up from his slumber. The house remained unchanged, courtesy of Suho, who struggled with change. Chanyeol could detect a sweet, unfamiliar smell in the air.

The first person to see Chanyeol since he woke up was Xiumin, who had chosen to spend the decade beside him, finding solace in the quiet of Chanyeol's room. As Chanyeol lifted the lid and emerged, Xiumin couldn't contain the tears that slipped down his cheeks at the sight of his beloved awake once more. Chanyeol stepped out slowly, stretching stiff limbs as he adjusted to the world beyond his slumber.

Approaching Xiumin, Chanyeol embraced him tightly, pressing a tender kiss atop his lips and brushing away the tears that adorned Xiumin's cheeks. "I'm sorry I made you wait, my love," Chanyeol whispered softly, his voice a soothing balm after years of silence. "Where are the others?" he asked gently, his hands still resting on Xiumin's shoulders.

"Awaiting your return, Lord," Xiumin replied , feeling the warmth of Chanyeol's touch. Chanyeol tightened his grip around Xiumin's waist, a familiar gesture that spoke of years spent together. "After forty years, I'd think you'd be more comfortable dropping the honorifics with your husband," he teased gently, a smile tugging at his lips.

Minseok's cheeks flushed, his gaze dropping to the floor as he fiddled nervously with his hands. "I'm sorry, Chanyeol, it's just..." he began, his voice hesitant. "While you were away, the others made it clear how fortunate we are to have been turned by you. I don't want to be disrespectful. I am truly thankful to you," he confessed, sincerity lacing his words.

Chanyeol's smile softened, his thumb gently brushing across Minseok's cheek. "Well, I'll have a talk with them," he assured, his voice carrying the weight of authority tempered by affection. As they walked through the grand halls of their home, Chanyeol couldn't shake the feeling of displacement. It had been only a decade since he last roamed these corridors, yet it felt as though a century had passed. Familiar shadows danced upon the walls, memories etched into every corner of the mansion they called home.

Spotting his love, Chanyeol used his speed to tackle Jongdae. They crashed to the floor, the wind knocked out of Jongdae as his century-old lover lay on top of him. "I thought you'd be weaker after your slumber," Jongdae managed to say, chuckling despite the weight on his chest.

Chanyeol laughed softly. "Always be alert." He quickly helped Jongdae up, brushing the dust off both of them. "You've grown your hair out," Chanyeol observed, noting the stark contrast from the buzz cut he remembered.

Jongdae smiled, tucking a loose strand behind his ear. "Yeah, it just felt right, Yeol. It's more accepting now, so I thought..." He trailed off, studying Chanyeol's face, trying to read his expression.

Chanyeol met Jongdae's gaze warmly. "No, it's just... you look beautiful," he said sincerely.

Jongdae's smile widened. His second husband had been an army veteran, serving in the early years of World War II. Even then, Jongdae had known he was gay, coming to terms with his identity had been a struggle, even after being reborn as a vampire. Expression and identity had always been significant challenges for him. Chanyeol knew Jongdae was perhaps the most outwardly feminine among them, loving to paint his nails and finding joy in baking and housework.

Even when deciding who would carry their offspring, Jongdae had made it clear he would be the one to bear Chanyeol's children. This arrangement didn't sit well with the others, but Jongdae managed to give Chanyeol twins—more children than the other boys had.

"Where are the others?" Chanyeol asked. "Suho and Baekhyun are starting their lessons," Jongdae replied, guiding Chanyeol down the hallway and pointing towards the room where their children were completing their studies. "And Baekhyun..." Chanyeol's voice trailed off. "Has he been informed of the rules?"

Jongdae paused for a moment, confused, then realized Chanyeol hadn't had the chance to explain to Baekhyun before he was attacked. "Yes, Lord, he's completely untouched. I made sure of it," Jongdae assured him, but he couldn't meet Chanyeol's gaze as he continued, "We have all remained abstinent since your slumber."

Chanyeol smirked slightly, pride evident in his eyes at the loyalty he had built over the years. "Well, I'll have to address that later," he said casually. "But you and Minseok will have to drop the 'Lord' title. We'll discuss this."

Why shouldn't they address you correctly?" a voice spoke from inside a nearby room. Chanyeol walked forward, spotting Suho holding a book with their son in his arms, reading him a story. "Chanyeol, you've forgotten who you are. It's only right we remind you," Suho said calmly.

With his perfect hearing, Chanyeol realized he should have anticipated that Suho would be aware of his presence. As the oldest among his mates, Suho possessed powers that surpassed the others by light years. "So you're the one I should blame for this," Chanyeol remarked, walking into the room. Almost immediately, his youngest son Sehun ran into his arms. "oh my goodness you've gotten so big" he remarks "I have fangs appa" sehun bars his teeth showing little fangs "that's my boy you'll be caught up to me in in time, he holds the boy adding small kisses to his face.

Looking up he sees the new edition holding his other son jongin in his arms he puts down the book he held looking at his sire.

"and you must be beakhyun,your more beautiful then I remember.“

[donthitanybody]

Endhawks AU where Enji loses everything in the divorce.

[bellabellaball]

Sugar baby enji/sugar daddy hawks:

Art@throatslime

The Enji Todoroki story was one for the history books—a fall from grace that would be talked about for years. Enji made his fortune by creating a gym used by MMA fighters worldwide. Fight coordinators for films and music videos would often visit it.

He lived the dream of success and wealth, with a beautiful family to share it with, until everything came crashing down. His youngest son, Touya, was born sick. He was a premature baby, spending the first five months of his life hooked to machines and traveling between home and the hospital. Enji was patient with the boy, spending most of his time with him in the hospital and during physical therapy. Touya suffered brain damage, leading to developmental issues; he had trouble gaining weight, needed a cane to get around, and suffered from a terrible stutter. His wife, Rei, started to get frustrated dealing with Touya's constant issues and hospital trips. She filed for divorce when Touya was four, leaving Enji to take her to court. Rei wanted nothing to do with Touya and opted only to get custody of their older twins, Natsu and Fuyumi.

Enji fought tooth and nail to keep his children together, hiring the best lawyers and legal counsel, yet it was of no use. Rei came from old money and had connections throughout Japan and China; her father ran one of the oldest floral companies in the world, planting a majority of the orchards and flowers in Asia. Towards the end, Enji had to settle; he was forced to give up his company to maintain contact with his children.

Rei allowed visitation rights, and Enji gained sole custody of Touya (though she didn't put up a fight). The only thing he received was a small condo located in Tokyo. It wasn't much, but it was paid off, and he could comfortably take care of Touya without needing to familiarize him with another home. Plus, the neighborhood was safe, which was crucial for his sick child.

Enji took up odd jobs to provide for his son; medical bills piled up, and he was forced to mortgage his home to pay them off. Life was hard for a middle-aged man restarting his life, yet he worked hard every day to provide for his family.

"Touya, wake up, buddy," Enji said as he entered his son's room. Touya had a CPAP machine on his face and pill bottles scattered on his desk. The sight broke Enji's heart, but he knew that crying wouldn't solve anything. "P-Papa," Touya whispered. "Yep, buddy, it's me. You've gotta get dressed; your mama is waiting for you." Enji hesitated. "N-No," Touya shook his head. "M-M-Mama is mean, only likes Natsu and F-F-Fuyumi," Enji sighed, shaking his head as he walked over to his son's bed.

"Listen, buddy, I know your relationship with your mama isn't the best, but I really need her to watch you today," Enji said reluctantly. "Papa's going to try to make some extra money today. I know your birthday is next week, and being in the middle of the month, I can't really afford much, bud." Enji looked at Touya's face, trying to read his expression.

"Alright, Dad," Touya smiled weakly, and Enji went to pack Touya's bag. Enji didn't feel good about laying his problems on his five-year-old son. It wasn't fair for the child to compromise his comfort because his father struggled, but the weekly visits with his mom were the only times Enji could earn extra money. Touya loved his siblings and enjoyed visiting them, but it was bittersweet; they lived in a mansion and went to private school, while Touya could hardly read.

The father finished packing Touya's medicine and other items he might need. Letting his son go was nerve-wracking, considering the hatred his ex had for the child. Once, she even forgot to give him his machine, resulting in Touya almost suffocating in his sleep.

He didn't trust her in the slightest, but he knew as long as Fuyumi was around, Touya would be safe. At times, he felt like Fuyumi had taken on the role of a surrogate mother; someone had to, considering Rei wasn't, but Enji hated the pressure being put on his daughter.

"Touya!" Natsuo yelled from inside the car, opening the door and running to his brother, enveloping him in a hug. "Hey, be careful," Enji said. Natsuo was ten years older than Touya, his body developed light-years ahead of Touya's. Natsuo also played sports; he was an all-around teenager. It hurt that Touya would probably never catch up. "Sorry, Dad. It's been so long since I've seen him," Natsuo said, holding his brother tight and grabbing his bag. "I understand, but you know your brother is fragile," Enji replied, guiding the boys to the car. He locked Touya's seatbelt, making sure he was secure.

"Also, Dad, guess what?" Fuyumi asked. "Mom says we can visit for Touya's birthday." Touya smiled, hugging his sister who was sitting next to him. "I can't wait! Kids, have fun," Enji said, waving as they drove off.

[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

Bad PR-Jordan Li Fic

A/N: I saw someone post about needing a fic about Jordan being in a relationship where they're "unmarketable" and haven't been able to get the idea out of my head since. This is written with a black reader in mind. I also have a sequel in mind if anyone wants it.

Word Count: 3739

Warnings: Some sensuality and swearing.

I don't claim to own any characters or property from Gen V or The Boys. All credit to the original gif creators.

  Silence was something that I always thought I longed for. Every day for the past twenty years, there was noise, whether it was someone (usually multiple) talking, music blasting, cars going by, or screaming. By now, I thought I would have learned how to tune it out and focus on what was most important: save the little kids from a burning school, study as hard as I could to get into GOD U, and manipulate social media algorithms so much it would make tech experts’ heads spin.

   But, I hadn’t. Then, I thought I got used to the noise, the demands to take pictures with total strangers, the background noise of a song I was doing a TikTok challenge to, Liza, my Vought-assigned PR rep, and my parents insisting on what I should wear, and the constant buzzing in the back of my head that my ability caused. However, as I laid on Jordan’s bed, listening to them ramble about Brink, I didn’t mind the noise so much.

  “I mean, he’s kind of a mad genius but for good,” Jordan stated. Then, they turned to me with a sheepish smile on their face. “Sorry, I’m boring you, aren’t I?”

  I shook my head. “No, no, it’s alright. Brink’s brilliant and it’s amazing that you’re his mentee.” I pushed myself up onto my elbows. “Besides, you’re pretty cute when you’re excited.”

  Jordan rolled their eyes and slowly made their way towards me, stopping right at the foot of their bed. “Only when I’m excited?”

  “Shut up, you know you always look good,” I teased.

   They playfully flipped their hair and batted their eyes. “Well, we can’t all have a glam squad on call so I appreciate it.”

   I scoffed, rose to my knees, and playfully pushed their shoulder only for them to switch to their masculine form and grab my hand. “That’s not fair and I didn’t even ask for them, my parents and Liza insisted on it when I got in.”

   Jordan nodded but I could tell they weren’t listening since their eyes were on my lips. “I don’t feel like talking anymore.”

   Something about their deeper masculine voice sent tingles down my spine and made my stomach feel fuzzy. Then again, they easily caused the same effect in both forms. My breath caught in my throat as soon as our lips touched, and I could feel my heart rate pick up. I tried to relax in their gentle but firm grip as I wrapped my hands around their neck, but it was easier said than done.

   Suddenly, my back was against their bed and the kissing got more fervent. Jordan slipped their tongue down my throat and trailed one of their hands down my leg. I shivered as they pulled my leg up around their hip and pressed further into me.

   “I should’ve known this is what you meant when you said you wanted to hang out,” I breathed after pulling away for a second.

   “I had good intentions but you kept screwing me with your eyes,” Jordan huffed back.

   “No, I---” Jordan cut me off, switching to their feminine form and kissing my jaw, working their way down my neck. “Not…fair.”

   One of their hands slowly started trailing up under my (their) sweatshirt and I tried to stifle my giggles at the soft touch. After a couple of seconds, I couldn’t help but start giggling and covered my face when Jordan paused their actions and looked up at me.

   “Still ticklish?” Jordan teased.

   “Shut up, it’s your fault since they're your hands,” I groaned through another laugh.

   Jordan smirked at me and ran their hands down my waist, gently tapping my sides, causing more laughter on my end. I tried to reach for their hands to stop them but they were too good at dodging me. At some point during my laughter, my phone started ringing.

    “Ignore it,” Jordan whined as they pressed their head against my stomach, their big brown eyes somehow looking bigger and browner than usual.

   “I can’t,” I whined back as I pulled away from them and grabbed my phone from my desk. “It’s Liza, I have to answer.”

    Jordan rolled their eyes. “That bitch has the worst timing.”

   “She might not be able to help it.” I quickly answered the phone. “Hey, Liza.”

   “Y/N, I’m on campus and we need to talk ASAP. Meet me outside the Crimefighting building in five,” Liza rattled off.

   “Oh, sure, what’s it about?” I asked.

   “I’ll tell you when I see you.”

   She clicked off and I turned to Jordan, who was much less than pleased.

  “Let me guess, you have to go,” they said.

   “I’m sorry, it sounded important,” I said as I started grabbing my stuff from around their room. “I’ll try to make it quick.”

   “No, don’t worry about it.” They pushed themselves off the bed and stood in front of me, gently grabbing my hands in theirs. “It’s your career and I’m proud of you. I knew what I was getting into when the Cyclone became my girlfriend.”

    I wrinkled my nose. “Ugh, don’t say it like that. But I appreciate you and I will show you as much later.” I quickly kissed them and grabbed my shoes. Just as I was about to leave, I paused at something in their closet. “Is that my jacket?”

   Jordan shook their head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

   I snatched the item from the closet and held it out. “Jordan, you’re going to try to convince me that you’re into vintage Yves Saint Laurent?”

       “Your taste rubbed off on me,” they said with a shrug.

       “I’m flattered.” I put it back in their closet.  

        “By the way, do you know where my black hoodie went?”

       “See you later!”

        About four and a half minutes later, I was sitting at an outdoor table with Liza and my parents. Despite the summer heat, Liza was wearing a navy skirt suit, and her graying black hair was tied into a severe bun on the top of her head. She was typing on two different phones and her laptop simultaneously, deep blue eyes never staying on anything too long. My mom, who sat on my right, smiled kindly.

        “So, Y/N, how does it feel to be a junior?” she asked.

        “Great, Mom. I thought I told you and Dad that you didn’t have to hover this much since I am a junior now,” I said, glancing at my dad who was on my other side.

        “We’re not hovering, it’s been two days since we dropped you off,” Dad insisted. “Besides, this is about business.”

          “Wha---”

           “Oh my gosh, is that Y/N Y/L/N?” Someone squealed behind me.

          “Show time,” I sighed.

          The “someone” was actually two someones, a pair of what looked like freshmen. One was a tall, pretty brunette in a white graphic tee and matching mini skirt and the other was an equally pretty, slightly shorter brunette wearing jean shorts and Vans. The taller one held her V-Phone with a death grip.

           “Can we take a picture with you?” The taller one asked.

           “Of course.” I stood from my seat and made my way over to them.

           “I can take it.” But before my mom could stand, Liza shot up from her seat, grabbed the phone, and ushered us closer together.

           “Okay, Y/N in the middle, Tall Girl on the left, Short One on the right,” Liza instructed, eyes never looking up from the camera.

          “It’s Ashley,” the short one said.

          “Smile!”

          I did as I was told and the girls were walking away before I could even say an obligatory, “No problem.”

            Both my parents smiled as I sat back down.

            “It’s great to see that you’re still popular after all this time,” Dad said, his eyes hidden behind his tinted sunglasses.

             “As she should be. Y/N has thirty million followers across all her social media and she does amazing in the Midwest and the South, both tough demographics for young black women,” Liza stated.

            “Thanks, Liza,” I said, mindlessly playing with the ends of my butterfly locs. “So, you mentioned you were coming but left out my parents.”

            At this, Liza finally paused from typing and looked up at me. She slowly set her elbows on the table and rested her chin on top of her pale hands. My head involuntarily started shaking from side to side and Liza lifted one of her hands.

            “Let me speak first, Y/N, and then we can argue about it,” Liza stated.

            “The last time you said that, I ended up almost getting mauled by a dog during an animal shelter livestream,” I hissed.

             “Well, the dog had a serious history of trauma,” Liza insisted.

             “You didn’t inform me of that before insisting I cuddle with it for the camera!”

              “It was a learning lesson: you are fantastic under pressure.”

               I huffed and folded my arms over my chest. “So, what is this about?”

              Liza assumed her previous “Serious business” pose. “Like I was saying, you’re doing fantastic numbers. That last TikTok you and Cate did hit a hundred million views in less than twenty-four hours.”

            “The ‘Rover’ challenge wasn’t that hard,” I commented.

             “That’s amazing!” Mom practically cheered.

             “That’s my girl,” Dad said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

              I smiled despite the strong sense that a “but” was coming.

             “However,” Liza continued.

              Uh oh.

             “My job is to do everything in my power to make sure everyone associates Y/N Y/L/N and Cyclone with beauty, intelligence, grace, taste, and power. So, we are a little concerned about Jordan.”

              Immediately, my shoulders tensed and I gritted my teeth. “Who exactly is ‘we’?” I glanced at my parents.

                Mom’s eyes widened and I had no idea what Dad was doing.

                “No, of course not, Sweetie, we love Jordan. They have been a fantastic influence on you,” Mom insisted.

               I could feel my face warm up about what had transpired with Jordan a few minutes ago. I doubt that would fall under “good influence”, or any time we went out with the others. 

               “And they give you a run for your money when it comes to combat. You need someone challenging like them. Plus, that Luke boy isn’t bad either,” Dad added.

               As their words sunk in, I had a strange feeling that my parents were there to lessen a Vought-sized blow. My suspicions were confirmed when Liza’s lips pressed more firmly together and she was glancing at one of her phones.

               “Are you reading a script right now?” I seethed.

               Liza’s head shot up and she shook her head. “No, no, Y/N, not at all. Just some notes.” She quickly regrouped. “I understand that you’re happy and you’re probably having some fantastic sex right now----”

               “Liza!” I interrupted, praying that the ground would open and swallow me whole.

               Suddenly, Dad’s arm was back at his side, and Mom was suddenly very captivated by a pair of seniors skateboarding past.

               “But the facts are that a bi-gender Asian supe is not marketable in the Deep South or the Midwest,” Liza said. “I am not shaming Jordan for who they are but, my job is to sustain your relatable-but-unattainable brand and not let anything get in the way of it.”

              “You’re saying my partner is a threat to my career?” I asked, my voice much hollower than I intended.

               “Potentially. Now, I have come up with a very good alternative.” Liza turned her laptop so it was facing my parents and me. On it was a picture of Andre and some clips of us on social media. “Andre Anderson tested very well. Our focus group members responded positively to the black power couple aesthetic.”

             “We’ve met him before, he’s nice,” Mom offered.

              “He’s cool and I’ve met his dad and I could see us all getting along,” Dad mentioned.

               My head was swirling with so many thoughts that I was convinced I was either going to be overwhelmed by them or find one that was coherent enough to state. My mouth settled on, “It’s the twenty-first century and you’re all telling me I have to break up with my partner because of demographics? Jordan’s an amazing supe and they’re so smart, it’s scary. They can do---will do so much good and the only thing you care about is optics?”

               Mom gently touched my arm. “Y/N, please, calm down.”

When I glanced around, I noticed that several Vought-A-Burger wrappers, a couple of cigarettes, and a few panicked squirrels and rabbits were swirling around the table. Quickly, I released the small animals and put the trash in the nearby receptacle.

              “Sorry about that,” I muttered, eyeing Liza.

               “I understand that you have strong feelings for Jordan but, think about it. With the right moves, you could be living in The Tower with the legends of your generation. Sure, you’re number three at GOD U right now, but this status can easily go away. You’ve worked your entire life to be the hero that little black girls everywhere look up to. Don’t take Cyclone away from them before she even starts,” Liza warned.

               I desperately wanted to say something snarky, but my mind was blank. The only thing I could sense was my throat tightening up and my eyes beginning to well. I brushed a loc out of my face to play it off and tried to gain my thoughts.

              “How much time do I have before I make a decision?” I asked.

              “Twenty-four hours. I’ll be looking out for your call, text, email, or video call,” Liza stated as she started to pack her things.

                My parents stood and Mom gave me one of her warm hugs and Dad pulled me to his side.

              “It will be okay, Y/N,” he whispered.

               I swallowed the giant lump in my throat to thank him and then insisted on walking them back to their car.

              A few hours later, Elle Woods was sobbing in the fanciest restaurant in California while I carefully placed my baking pan in the oven. As much as I wanted to sob, I had no time for tears, I had to think. The thinking led me to have so many circular thoughts that my head spun and I resorted to baking and watching my favorite movie.

              If Elle could solve a murder case and exonerate her client as a first-year law student, I should be able to figure out this PR mess. On the one hand, I was happier with Jordan than I’ve ever been with anyone. On the other hand, my dreams and my family’s position were hanging by a thread.

            Maybe it was better that I channeled my energy into baking cupcakes.

            I exhaled a small gust of wind to clear the bowls and utensils from the counter and place them in the dishwasher. Then, I focused on pushing multiple gusts of wind from my hands to clean the counters and wash the dishes. By the time I was done, I was exhausted and flopped on my couch to mindlessly watch the movie.

            Unfortunately, the bright and colorful backdrop of Elle’s LSAT studying montage did nothing to take my mind off my dilemma. All I could think about was Jordan’s face when I told them. Breaking up with them would be like shooting a puppy’s mom in front of the puppy and making it watch it bleed out.

               How would I tell them anyway? Hey, babe, I’m sorry I had to run out on us almost hooking up to meet with Liza and my parents. Funny story, they want me to break up with you so that I have a shot at a career and date Andre instead. See you for that morning lecture?

             Knock! Knock! Knock!

            The sound jolted me from my thoughts, and I pushed myself off the couch to answer it. “Rufus, if you try to get me into your room again, I swear to----” I cut myself off at the sight of Jordan, in their feminine form, staring back at me.

            They wore a navy sweatshirt and black sweatpants. Also, their cheeks were more flushed than usual and they smelled like their sandalwood body wash, meaning they had probably stopped by the gym recently.

             “Is Rufus bothering you again? I’ll go murder him right now,” Jordan said.

              I quickly grabbed their wrist. “No, I appreciate the thought but I’m fine, besides, I can take care of myself.”

             “I know but I can’t help but worry.”

              A strange warm, tingling sensation ran its way from the center of my chest throughout the rest of my body. I was sure that if someone listened closely enough, they would hear me buzzing.

             I stepped aside to let Jordan in and leaned against the door to close it. “So, what brings you by?”

            They wandered over to my couch, sat down, and grabbed my phone off the coffee table. “Because you haven’t been answering my texts or calls.”

             “Crap, I am so sorry, Jordan, I’ve just had a lot on my mind.”

             Jordan glanced around my dorm. “I can see that.” They sniffed the air. “Legally Blonde and you’re baking, what happened at the meeting?” 

            Of course, Jordan would cut straight to the point. Usually, this kind of banter was pleasant but my stomach was in knots as Liza’s words and my parents’ expressions replayed in my mind.

           “What? I can’t bake and watch a comfort movie after a last-minute PR meeting?” I asked rhetorically, crossing the room to my desk to start organizing my textbooks.

           “Don’t try to deflect, Y/N. Tell me what happened.” Their voice was gentle but firm and I knew that they were not going to let me out of this conversation.

           So, I set Brink’s latest book down and sat across from Jordan on my tangerine accent chair. I prayed that I would find the right words to say before blurting them out. As soon as I made eye contact with them, my chest tightened.

          “Well, Liza surprised me by having my parents join us,” I started.

           Jordan raised their eyebrows. “Shit, this is serious.”

           “Uh-huh. Liza said that my numbers are doing great and I’m on track for a promising career.”

           “And?”

           I gulped. “And…she’s concerned that my personal choices might get in the way of that.”

          Jordan frowned. “Personal choices? Every college kid known to man has done illicit substances and drank alcohol underage. You’ve never been caught doing any of that anyway.”

        “You’re right but she wasn’t talking about partying; she was talking about us.”

         As soon as the bomb rolled off my tongue, I saw its impact on Jordan, from the flashing expressions of confusion and anger to the clenching of their fists. I just wanted to make it stop.

        “What?”

         As I rambled Liza’s reasoning, I could sense the hurt and animosity flowing from Jordan. Once I finished, the timer for the cupcakes went off and I jumped up to grab them. I could have cried at the momentary escape as I set them on the counter to cool.

        “She weaponized your desire to be a positive role model for other girls who look like you to screw you over,” Jordan said slowly.

           I wiped my hands on my sweatpants. “Liza’s doing her job, babe, and she’s looking at all angles, including how it could impact my goals.” I returned to my seat and folded my hands in my lap.

          “Her job is to make you choose between your relationship and your career?” Jordan asked. “That’s bullshit, this whole thing is.”

           “I know, Jordan, trust me, I know, I almost started a small tornado when she said it.”

            Jordan eyed me closely for a second. “What else did she say?”

           “What?”

           “I can tell you’re holding back, Y/N. Whatever else you have to say, it can’t be any worse.”

           They might have just jinxed that.

           “Liza thinks that Andre would be a better fit for me because a bunch of people like the idea of a black power couple.”

           Jordan had two angry responses: the first was they would attempt to tear down anything and everything around them unless consoled. The second was they would become unresponsive and deal with all their rage internally. That night, I got the second one. Their eyes were hollow and the color drained from their face. My eyes welled up as I hoped for them to start screaming, swearing, or something, but nothing happened.

         “But I don’t want to do it, Jordan, I think it’s so stupid.” I knelt in front of them, grabbed my phone from their hands, and set it aside to hold them. “My parents don’t even really agree with Liza because they know you and they think you’re awesome.”

        “What do you think?” they muttered.

        “Like I said, I think it’s stupid. We can figure something else out. Liza can spin us as the ultimate diverse power couple, huh?” I did my best to smile as widely as I could. “Come on, let’s forget about this. I made white velvet cupcakes with cream cheese filling. You can be my first taste tester once they cool.”

         Things would work out, they had to. We would figure something out and survive our junior year at GOD U with little to no incidents. Suddenly, Jordan’s hands slipped from my grasp and they shifted to their masculine form.

         “What if it doesn’t work out?” Jordan whispered.

          “What do you mean?” I replied.

         “I mean, you don’t necessarily have to be a supe but, I know that you’re scared for your parents. Your success has helped them a lot and it could destroy them if your reputation takes a hit,” they said. “And I’ve seen how little black girls light up when they see you now and how passionate you are about helping them and, I know that you’re just getting started and I don’t want to be in the way.”          “Jordan…”

         “I don’t want to hold you back anymore, Y/N,” they muttered.

         Their words sunk deep into my core like a boulder and took all my words with it. I wanted to tell them that they could never hold me back and that they made me a better super, a better person. But all I could do was watch as they stood and walked out of my dorm, taking our one and a half year relationship with them.

[dayyydr3amm3rr]

IMAGINE⚠️

Imagine...being in a relationship with Jordan Li and Marie Moreau, and getting into a fight with a student about your relationship

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Warnings: Cussing, homophobia, blood, supes going at it with fists and powers, mentions of taking pills (the kind Shetty prescribed Cate...not pills, pills)

Things to Know: Reader is female in this imagine, reader's powers are like Killer Frost's from The Flash. So once the Reader uses her powers, when she speaks, I imagine her voice is sort of layered, like there's more than one person speaking using the same voicebox. And the longer reader uses her powers, the more she looses herself and becomes more like Killer Frost, just like in The Flash, where Caitlin looses control and Killer Frost takes over. The bolded words are reader speaking, but it's more like Killer Frost speaking if that makes sense. Like, her voice doesn't sound like her.

Featuring Marie Moreau

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     You didn't think. Your ears were ringing. All you heard was her words before your fist went flying towards her face. You could only stare towards your girlfriend whose eyes widened with surprise when she witnessed what you did. You couldn't hear her calling your name as you slid your backpack off your shoulder, letting it fall to the floor as you turned on your heel to face the girl who was sprawled on the floor groaning in pain as she held her cheek in her hand.

     Your eyes began to glow a bright icy blue as your hands started gathering a cold mist that danced between your fingers. "Sorry, didn't hear you bitch...what was it you said?" A crowd had begun to form, some people that gathered decided to take out their phones and start recording. The girl who you punched sat up, still holding on to her bruising cheek as she glared at you. "You heard what I said you psycho dyke bitch! I said that it was fucking weird for three people to be fucking each other...unless one of you is the cuck. Are you that much of a fucking freak? You get off on watching people fuck—"

     Your fist swung at her face again, this time, a satisfying crack was heard before blood began to spurt out of her nose. Good. You broke it. The girl let out a grunt as her face was knocked to the side, her body following after, hitting the floor hard by the force of your punch. It certainly didn't help that your hand was covered in a cold mist. Due to the freezing temperatures of your knuckles, when they made contact with her warm face, your knuckles left icy burns on her face. "Sorry...I just can't seem to hear you over the sound of you getting your ass kicked."

     The crowd around you let out different sounds of amusement, with some laughing, and some "oooing" at the scene in front of them. You didn't pay them any mind. All you were focusing on was defending your lovers. Defending your relationship. "You broke my fucking nose you fucking freak!" The girl almost screeched. She was really glaring now. You tilted your head, smiling slowly as you got ready for a real fight. Marie cussed from behind you. She had to get through to you somehow. She had to stop this. You took a step towards the girl who was still on the floor, your hands out by your sides as the cold mist really began to flow.

     The ground was becoming covered with it. The hallway was starting to get cold. Marie quickly took out her pocket knife and cut her palm with it, grunting as she did so. She had to stop you. She looked up at you, your back facing her, she would definitely have to apologize to you later for what she was about to do. She took a deep breath before shooting her hands out towards you. A bloody tendril shot towards your ankle, wrapping around it. You looked down at it in surprise. Marie pulled, expecting her tendril to trip you, cause you to fall to the floor, instead, it broke. The blood that was closest to her splattered on the floor in front of her, but the farther away the tendril was, the less splatter there was, and the more bloosicles that broke on the floor.

     The blood that was around your ankle simply fell to the floor in shards, no damage done to you. Your core temp was well below freezing. You froze her blood tendril with ease. Marie watched as you took another step towards the girl before lifting her up by her collar. Marie let out another curse as she pulled out her phone. No one else was going to be of any help. But if there was one person who could help her get through to you, it was your partner. She sent a quick SOS to Jordan, praying that they would hurry. Marie heard you let out a pained cry and looked up in a panic.

     She saw you slide a few feet away from her after you had landed on the floor, two small holes in your shirt, smoke coming out of them. But no blood. She looked up  and noticed that the girl you had punched twice, now had glowing eyes. They were glowing a bright yellow. Of course the girl you picked a fight with would have a heat related power. "Bitch! That fucking hurt." Your voice was taking on an angry tone now. Jordan needs to hurry the fuck up. Marie couldn't use her powers unless she wanted her blood to freeze. Her powers were useless when it came to stopping you.

     "Had to even the playing ground somehow. That reminds me...I need to repay you for my broken nose." The girl's voice was irritating you now. Due to her broken nose, her voice was sounding more higher pitched and nasally. "Good luck with that," you began, eyes glowing brighter, "but I can't wait to put you in your fucking place you fucking homophobic pig..." the girl's eyes glowed a bright yellow in response, and the two of you went at it. You shot icicles and cold blasts her way, she shot heat vision and balls of hot light at you. The crowd had to disburse in order to avoid getting hit in the crossfire.

     Jordan didn't know what to expect when they received an SOS from their girlfriend. Usually SOSs from either you or Marie were never really urgent, typically it was because one of you was in the mood and wanted them to join in, or maybe for a food run. But something about this particular SOS had Jordan on edge. There was an ice cube and snowflake emoji right after the SOS. Jordan had an inkling of what the could mean. "Fuck..." Jordan cussed under their breath. Brink was teaching. They were in the middle of a lesson. But fuck. If Marie or you were in trouble...Jordan sprung out of their seat, grabbing their bag before bolting out of the class.

     They left behind a surprised Brink and shocked class. Jordan Li never left class early. Jordan ran down the hallway, past lockers and rooms. They were about to pull out their phone to call Marie and ask where she and their girlfriend was when they had to duck out of the way of the flying girl who slammed into the wall before slumping onto the ground. The girl didn't look okay. She was covered in dirt and scratches, blood was caked under her nose and her face had what looked like open sores spread across it. She clothes were ripped in places and the girl was shivering.

Jordan suddenly shivered, feeling very cold all of a sudden. They looked over to find a hole in the wall, it was were the girl had come flying in from. They could see the glowing eyes of their girlfriend on the other side, her hands coming up to touch the sides of the hole, spreading ice across the walls. "Aww, don't pass out yet...I'm not finished with you." That was their girlfriend's voice...but it also wasn't. "Shit..." Jordan breathed out, eyes widening at seeing you creep through the hole, the cold mist still falling between your fingers.

     They quickly switch to their other gender, their chest puffing out as they took a stand in between you and the girl you were fighting. "She's had enough Y/n!" Jordan states, keeping their eyes on you as you tilted your head at them. "Y/n isn't here at the moment, but I'll gladly take a message! As for her...she's had enough when I say she's had enough." If it were possible, Jordan would say your eyes glowed brighter at the thought of this girl. They could practically feel your anger towards her. Said girl had weakly pulled herself into a sit-up. Leaning heavily against the wall she had hit, hands spread out in front of her in an act of surrender.

     "P-Please...I'm sorry! I didn't-I didn't mean anything I said!" She sniffled. You had tilted your head with a laugh, looking at the girl in disbelief. "Aww how cute. You think I care for your apologies? You should have thought of that before you decided to bad mouth her partners. She didn't even hesitate to let me take control after hearing what you said about them. And I'll be damned if my chance at playing in the sun goes to waste before I'm gone again." You took a threatening step forward, only stopping when Jordan only tilted their head, challenging you.

     "Careful lover...she may like you, but I'm not as easily quelled by pretty brown eyes..." Jordan tilted their head at your words, a smirk crossing their face. "You think my eyes are pretty?" "I'll gouge them out with icicles..." Jordan brought their hands up, palms out, to show they weren't a threat. They remained in front of the girl who was barely conscious. They could see rips in your clothes, singed edges indicating this girl had gotten you a few times. Both of you were covered in bruises and blood. Jesus. Jordan and Marie would have their hands full patching you up after this.

     Jordan noticed Marie making her way through the hole in the wall, staying quiet as she kept her eyes on you, concern being her main expression. "Y/n...?" Marie's voice caused you to pause, the glow in your eyes flickering in response to her voice. Jordan took notice and knew that you were still in there somewhere. They just had to bring you out. "Y/n...it's time to come back to us now...she's been beaten...she can't take anymore." Jordan said lowly, noticing your eyes flickering again. You blinked a few times, shaking your head as if to clear it, and let out a painful grunt.

     The eyes that settled onto Jordan were back to glowing at full power, a harsh glare set into them. "I told you...Y/n isn't here at the moment...she's taking a well deserved nap." You snapped, forming icicles in your hands. Jordan's hands clenched into fists as their eyes trailed down to the sharp objects forming from your hands. "Now step aside. I'd hate to mess up that pretty face of yours." You threatened, grip tightening on the icicles you had formed. Don't hurt them...not them...You twitched slightly...that was her voice...well your voice. In her head. You were trying to gain back control. Your eyes began to flicker again, sometimes fading back to their normal color completely before going back to their icy blue glow.

     Marie took your brief distraction to rush forwards and grab a hold of your wrist, flinching slightly at your cold skin. Jordan's eyes widened as they immediately reached out, taking a step forwards. "Marie!" Their voice was loud with panic, unsure of what could happen to her once she got too close to you. Her grip had you spinning to face her, a glare still in your eye as you made eye contact with your other half. The wrist that wasn't grabbed began to raise, icicle gleaming dangerously. Marie however kept calm, she had a glare of her own in her eye. "You could try to hurt me...but you won't." She stated, watching as the glow began to flicker once again.

     She could see your hands trembling. "You claim not to like us...but you do." Marie's voice was definitive, almost authoritative. "You may not want to admit it...but you have feelings for me, for Jordan...you like us and you know you do..." Marie could hear the icicles drop and break against the floor. She kept eye contact with you, watching the internal battle for control show in your eyes. "Think about it. If you didn't like us...you wouldn't have defended our relationship. You beat up a girl because she bad mouthed me and Jordan...you defended us...someone who supposedly doesn't like us wouldn't do that."

     You jolted, feeling hands wrap around your waist from behind, a head placing themself on your shoulder, short hair ticking your neck. "You had plenty of opportunities to attack me...but you didn't." Jordan had shifted, their voice more feminine and hands smaller on your waist. "It's okay to like us, Frosty." Even though they were serious, their tone held just a bit of teasing on it, a certain lightness to it that had you shaking your head. You were really trying to gain back control now. Marie took your other wrist, shifting her fingers a bit so she could grab a hold of your hands instead. "Sh...She'll put me away again...she'll take those pills and...I'll go to sleep...I don't want to go to sleep..."

     Marie and Jordan shared a look. They had no idea you were taking power dampeners. "We'll talk to her..." Marie reassured. "But you have to let her have control again...she probably feels terrible for what she let happen...she needs us right now." Marie said gently, squeezing the hands she was holding. You let out a sigh, eyes barely glowing now. "You promise you'll talk to her? I don't want to go to sleep..." " We'll talk to her. We promise." Jordan spoke up, squeezing your waist gently. At their promise, you closed your eyes, the coldness began to fade away, skin warming back up to a normal temperature. You opened your eyes and they were back to their normal color, no glow in sight.

     You leaned back against your partner heavily, the long use of power draining you. Jordan tightened their grip on you, letting you rest against them. "I'm sorry..." you whispered, eyes focusing on Marie, who didn't let go of your hands. Marie shook her head gently. "No need to apologize. You were defending us...it was kind of hot." She teased, giving you a smile. Jordan snorted from over your shoulder, but held you close. "We're going to have to talk about it..." they said, giving Marie a look. "Power dampeners?" They added, tilting their head to look over at you. "That can wait. Right now, she needs rest...and she needs to get to the infirmary...she's not looking too hot." Marie said, looking over to the girl who was currently passed out against the wall.

Author's Note: Part 2 anyone? 😏

[bellabellaball]

MIA Nguyen

In the 7

AA and viet

Love interest enemy of homelander

Power:

Siren control people by singing can make people slaves by using her voice

The demon inside is known as Carlos he’s her friend but is also vicious . He can leave her body but that leaves Mia powerless “prefers not to do this”

MIA is in a “sunken place” she can see what Carlos does and talk to him he’s like a imaginary friend. She comes out most of the time except when fight crime or when situations are overwhelming

Carlos is like a second personality to cope with mia anxiety

Traits

Gay man

Crude

Provocative

Narcissistic

[severetimetravelnerd]

Would you like a cookie? (ft. G Dragon)

Neighbour AU, Friends to Lovers AU

Taglist:

@unabashedturkeytreeslime​

@kwonnansi​

@happiestgirlontheeastcoast​

Word Count : Around 9k

It’s Jiyong’s birthday today, and so, I wrote a one shot about him :)))) Happy Birthday!! I hope you have a wonderful and happy year ahead:)) For those who are following Hatred and Love, I’m sorry for taking so long :(( I just want ti to be perfect :))) There are appearances from Mino, Taeyang and Hyorin. Enjoy :))

Warnings: Language, Smut, Insecurities

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You sighed as you finally flopped down on your couch, exhausted. It was 1 am and you had only just finished moving in and getting your new apartment to look vaguely habitable. Oh, who were you kidding? The place was a mess with cartons of your stuff everywhere. You had just about managed to put away enough things to occupy your room, and although you knew you should just put away everything and go to bed once and for all, your love for naps got the better of you and you set an alarm for 3 am, telling yourself that your alarm was so obnoxiously loud that it was bound to wake you up. It wasn’t. You only woke up at 7 in the morning because the sunlight proved to be too much for you to sleep through. You groaned as you got out of bed, body aching all over from the work you did yesterday. You fought your instinct to just get back into bed and sleep the say away and jumped into the shower, hoping that a cold shower would jolt you out of the sleepy, dazed state you were in. It did, and as you got out of the shower, pink cheeked and fresh faced, hair dripping wet, you felt considerably better. You changed into a ratty old t-shirt and a loose pair of shorts and got around to finishing the rest of your work, no matter how long it took.

It took you ages, but you finally finished getting your new place in order, happy with how it looked. You looked down at yourself, making a small face when you realised how sweaty you were. You sighed and got in for another shower. After getting out and changing into something more presentable than your ratty old t-shirt, you headed straight for your kitchen, because you were determined to make a good impression on the neighbours and make them something from the heart. You wanted to bake them cookies.  You knew you were a bit of a klutz, but if there was one thing you were proud of, it was your recipe for chocolate chip cookies. Even if you were saying so yourself, they were brilliant and no one who had ever tasted them to go back to anything else. You did the math. You would have to make enough for five houses. Two for the floor below you, two for the floor above you and one for the person across from you. You packed them up neatly, all wrapped in pretty paper and tied them with a ribbon, and as you looked down at them, you couldn’t help the satisfied smile that spread across your face and the excitement rising in you.

You rang the doorbell of the house across from you, waiting nervously. You were hoping you would be good friends with this one. After all, they were the neighbours closest to you. But as you rang the doorbell a few more times only to get no response, your excitement faded a little. They were either in there and ignoring you, or they were out. For your sake, you decided to assume they were out. You let out a long sigh and you too the lift down, determined to at least give the rest of the neighbours the cookies and make some friends. When you stepped back into the lift to finally go back home, you were decidedly bittersweet. You met the rest of your neighbours, and while they were lovely, you were hoping for someone more around your age. A friend. Not babies, no matter how adorable, or grandmas, no matter how sweet. You stared down at the neatly packaged cookies for your closest neighbour in your hands, and the only thing keeping you from throwing them away was your strong hatred for wasting food. Caught up in those thoughts, you didn’t realise that the lift went all the way down to the lowest level until it was too late. The only thing you could do was supress a frustrated scream and make do with rolling your eyes. Trust your luck. You just kept your head down, annoyed, not noticing the two men who walked into the lift just then.

Jiyong and Youngbae walked into the lift, Youngbae having just driven Jiyong home after a crazy work session at the studio. Jiyong was too exhausted to stand straight, let alone drive. They didn’t notice you at the back, and Jiyong was crabby from the exhaustion. Leaning against Youngbae’s shoulder, Jiyong frowned when Youngbae wouldn’t stand still, moving his head around, sniffing the air. Irritated, he asked,

 “What’re you doing Youngbae?” 

Youngbae looked around again, and sniffed. Sounding convinced, he said, 

“Jiyong, I can smell brownies.” 

Jiyong just rolled his eyes, not even bothering to look up.

 “You’re going insane Youngbae.” 

Youngbae frowned and persisted.

 “No, seriously!”

 You perked up when you heard Youngbae say brownies, sniffing around to see if that was true. You shook your head, confused. You couldn’t seem to smell them either. Jiyong let out a long sigh.

 “Youngbae, I can also smell them, but that’s probably just my imagination since I haven’t eaten properly in days. You’re probably just hungry.” 

Youngbae turned around now, sniffing around more insistently.

 “No Jiyong, I can smell it! I swear it’s in here somewhere.” 

And as he turned around, he made eye contact with you, who was also sniffing around. You gave him a sheepish smile, but he didn’t return it. His eyes just went straight to the bag in your hands. He looked triumphant when he turned to face Jiyong. 

“See! I told you so! That lady has some in her bag!”

 It was supposed to be a whisper, but you heard him anyway. You were confused for a minute before you realised it. He was just smelling the cookies. Just as you were about to reach into your bag and offer them some, Jiyong scoffed. 

“Youngbae, she does not! Stop it! You’re just embarrassing her!”

 Before he could say anything else though, you entered the conversation with a welcoming smile on your face. 

“Actually, I don’t have brownies, but I think you’re smelling the cookies I baked earlier.” 

You reached out and handed Youngbae the packaged cookies that you had originally intended for your neighbour.

 “I meant to give this to my neighbour, but it’s late and I don’t think we’ll be meeting today. Would you like some instead?” 

Youngbae smiled back at you, but Jiyong was so sleep deprived that he was more annoyed that he was wrong than pleased about the free food. He turned and looked away, and your smile faltered a bit. Youngbae eyes turned apologetic. He reached out for the cookies. 

“Thank you so much. I’d be more than happy to have some. Please excuse my friend though. He’s hardly slept this week, and that’s making him obnoxious.” 

Jiyong glared at Youngbae while you laughed, not feeling so bad after all. The lift finally reached your floor and you were about to get off and say goodbye when they both stepped out as well. Both your eyes and Youngbae’s eyes widened in surprise, Jiyong too tired to notice. Youngbae extended his hand in a handshake. 

“Oh, so you’re Jiyong’s new neighbour? Welcome! I’m Youngbae. I don’t live here, but you’ll see me often because Jiyong is practically incapable of doing anything on his own.”

 He ended with a joking eye roll. You laughed. 

“Oh well, looking forward to seeing you Youngbae. I’m Y/N.” 

You turned and tried to look at Jiyong. he avoided eye contact. 

“Hi Jiyong. Nice to meet you. Since I already gave Youngbae your cookies, can I get you some more? I always have extras at home.” 

Jiyong just stared at you, with your warm smile and crinkly eyes and ignored you, opting instead to turn around and walk into his house. Your smile faded. That was rude. And mean. And made you feel terrible. Youngbae mouthed a sorry at you before disappearing into the house as well. You sighed. Maybe you weren’t going to have a great relationship with your neighbours after all. Youngbae on the other hand, followed Jiyong in, fully intending to lecture him about how he treated you when he found Jiyong collapsed on the couch, fast asleep. He shook his head and left, knowing that Jiyong would apologise after he remembered how he treated you.

To say you were not a morning person was an understatement. You fucking hated mornings, and if you had your way, you wouldn’t get out of bed before noon. Which is why when you were woken up by the constant ringing of the doorbell at 9 am the next morning, you were pissed.

Without thinking about anything other than biting off the head of whoever decided to wake you up, you marched to the door, hair looking wild, eyes puffy and still wrapped in your blanket. You swung open the door, not knowing who it was but prepared to kill when you found a sheepish Jiyong standing outside your door. Your mood soured even more. What did this asshole have to say? Glaring at him, you dared him to say whatever he wanted to. Jiyong suddenly seemed very interested in the ceiling. Your voice positively frigid, you said, 

“Yes?” 

Jiyong jumped a little and then put on a brave front. He cleared his throat and began.

 “Hi Y/N. I’m Jiyong.” 

He smiled a warm smile, faltering a little when you didn’t respond with one of your own.

 “I just wanted to apologise for how I treated you yesterday. I’m sorry. I was just running on two hours of sleep for a week, and I know that’s not an excuse, but I hope that gives you context for why I was so crabby yesterday. It was nothing personal and I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.” 

Your frozen expression slowly started to warm a little. You always did have a soft spot for guys who apologised and did it well, which was okay considering they were rare. You were still a little wary, but you melted enough to give him a slight smile. Encouraged by that, Jiyong moved a little closer, leaning against the wall with an adorably hopeful smile.

 “Is your offer for cookies still on?” 

Surprising even yourself, you found yourself opening the door and inviting him in for cookies. You were in your nightclothes. He was in his nightclothes. Neither of you said anything about it.

Four months later, you weren’t surprised when you came back home from work and found Jiyong lounging around on your couch, watching a drama. He raised his hand to you in greeting and you nodded, not joining him because you were going to shower and cook something for dinner.  You and Jiyong had a routine now. You had become close. After the morning where he sheepishly came and asked for cookies, you started dropping by every time you baked something, and when you noticed he ordered food from outside for pretty much all his meals, you simply asked him to join you. You loved cooking, so making a little extra never bothered you. Besides, in thanks, he would help you clean your place, which was good, considering you could be a little … messy at times. Just like that, the two of you started spending more time together and got close. Of course, you knew that you weren’t his best friend, but you were still his binge-watching buddy and meal time buddy and that was okay. You also knew that you were a whole lot more invested in that relationship than he was because of the simple fact that you liked him. You might have developed a crush on him and you knew it was bad. You liked him and you wished you didn’t, because it was clear to the whole world to see that he didn’t see you the way you saw him. You wished you were more than just a neighbour to him, but you knew it wasn’t fair to expect any more. You were glad enough that the two of you could become friends. You knew not to push your luck, especially since his type seemed to be supermodels. You’d heard a lot about his ex from him, since they were still close friends. Of course, it hurt to have to see him with other women, and to have him never see you the same way, but you did your level best to never take it out on him. It wasn’t his fault either.

A few days later, you were just chilling at home, enjoying a lazy day baking. You couldn’t help but make small subconscious decisions for Jiyong’s sake, like baking his favourite lemon cake and caramel brownies. Once all the work was done, and you were satisfied with everything, you took a look at the clock. It was around 6 in the evening. Not too late to drop in at Jiyong’s studio and give him some food. You shook your head as you packed everything up. he never ate properly when he was working. Someone always had to remind him.

You reached the YG building, calling him as you parked your car. He answered on the third ring, sounding noticeably distracted.

 “Hey Y/N. What’s up?” 

You smiled and answered. 

“I made your favourite cake and brownies. I thought I’d drop by with them.” 

You were a little hurt when he just hummed an affirmation, not sounding too pleased, but you told yourself that it was probably just because he was busy. Getting out of the lift at his floor, you smiled to yourself because you knew he would love the food, when you heard your name. A woman’s voice was saying it. 

“Y/N? Who is she?”

 You also heard Jiyong sigh and then say,

 “She’s my… friend.” 

You couldn’t help the way your heart dropped. Was he seriously that unhappy that you dropped by? Did he really have to think about it that much to decide whether you were his friend? You paused for a minute to take a few deep breaths. You then forced yourself to smile the most realistic fake smile you had in you and pushed open the door. You originally thought you’d sit and watch him work for a while, but you didn’t want to make things worse, so you decided you’d go after dropping off the food. Your determination to leave cemented itself when you walked in and realised the woman’s voice belonged to his ex. One look at her, with her beautiful, goddess like skin, friendly smile and twinkling eyes made your gut twist. You knew the moment you saw her that you could never hate her. She was so nice and friendly. And it just made you feel even worse, because while you liked her personality, every second you spent around her made you feel worse about yourself. You were much shorter than her, your skin somehow looked both oily and dry, your hair was just a bundle of frizz. You felt shabby. You already knew his standards. It just hurt to compare yourself to it. Suddenly, you felt like your smile looked awkward, your clothes looked drab and you just looked like shit. Forcing yourself to keep the smile on your face, you waved at her. She smiled and moved to help you with the boxes. 

“Hi Y/N. I’m (his ex’s name). These smell heavenly!” 

You smiled back at her.

 “Hi. I’ve heard so much about you! It’s so nice to finally meet you.” 

She laughed.

 “All good, I hope?”

 You bit the inside of your cheek before replying an honest answer that made your heart hurt. 

“Yup, all good.”

 You turned to Jiyong, who hadn’t bothered to acknowledge your presence. 

“I made the cake and brownies. I just came to drop it off. I’ll get going now.” 

For the first time since you arrived, he turned, looking at you questioningly. 

“Already?” 

You nodded, struggling to keep up the act. You felt even worse that he never let you go visit him, saying you would distract him, but his ex was right there with him. You thought you were close enough for that. Jiyong’s features slowly morphed into a frown once he took in your forced smile and your hurry to leave. 

“Y/N, are you sure? Is everything okay?” 

You painfully managed one last beam at him. 

“Yeah, everything is fine. I just had a little time so I thought I’d get these to you. I’ll get going now.” 

And you left before he could stop you and interrogate you again. You might have cracked and told him, but you knew you didn’t need a rejection when you already knew what his answer was going to be.

You wanted to avoid him for the next few days, once the raw pain of your last encounter with him left, but you didn’t have to worry about that, because he was too busy working anyway. He didn’t come home for the next ten days and he didn’t bother to even send you a text, asking you whether everything was okay or thanking you for the food. You didn’t expect thanks, but you were still a little hurt that he didn’t bother to check up on you. You tried your level best to get rid of those thoughts, because you knew you were behaving like you were entitled to his affection, but they just weren’t going. So, you let yourself sulk for a few days and slowly, you got over it by just not thinking about it. When he finally did come home, you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing him for the next two days because he typically sleeps through two days straight before wanting to interact with humans. You figured you would be okay by then. Life, unfortunately, had other plans for you.

It was the third day, the day Jiyong would typically get up. he had already texted you saying he would be over for dinner that night. You couldn’t explain what that text made you feel. You felt elation at the thought of seeing him again, but you also felt excruciating pain at the thought of having to be around him and pretend like he was just another friend. You bit your lips, deciding to go shower to get those thoughts out of your mind. You just stepped into the bathroom, humming a little tune and stood under the shower, fiddling with the controls to try and get the perfect mixture of hot and cold when the shower handle broke. It just plain snapped into two. You stood there, staring at the broken off handle in your hand, unable to believe it. You had some weird DIY hair masque of yoghurt and honey on your hair and you had to wash it off. It was late and you wouldn’t be able to get a plumber. Your head started to hurt when you realised what that meant. You would have to go and ask Jiyong whether you could use his bathroom. Cursing yourself for your weird affinity for late night baths, you gathered up all your clothes and covered your hair with a shower cap. You threw on a loose shirt and muttering under your breath, you went and rang Jiyong’s doorbell. He opened the door, standing there in a loose t-shirt and shorts, rubbing his sleepy eyes before he finally looked up and realised you were standing there. He blinked a few times, taking in the sight of you standing there with yoghurt all over your hair and a bunch of your stuff in your hands, cheeks flushed from embarrassment. He started to smirk, and with a teasing look in his eyes, he said,

 “Well, hello grandma. I didn’t realise you were visiting me today. You know, you look really young for your age.” 

You rolled your eyes and pushed past him. 

“Haha, very funny. My shower isn’t working and I need to wash this stuff out of my hair.” 

He groaned.

 “Oh god. My bathroom is going to smell awful, isn’t it?” 

but he still opened the door to his bedroom and showed you to his bathroom. While he was showing you how to work the fancy rain shower he had, he turned and looked you over, frowning.

 “You take your time. I’ll order some pizza. You look tired. Take a break today. Oh, and thanks for the cake and stuff. They were really good.” 

You were grateful he turned around and didn’t notice the slight blush you had spread across your cheeks. He cared.

You had a long, relaxing shower. That fancy shower really did make a difference. You sang your heart out, although you weren’t any good, and danced along to some of your favourite songs, taking your time to condition your hair, wanting it to smell nothing like yoghurt. You stepped out and towelled your hair, taking your time to put on some moisturiser and got out of the bathroom to change into your clothes, with only a towel wrapped around you. You were not expecting Jiyong to be in the room. Both of you froze for a second and then, he started. Looking straight at your eyes, he started talking, with not a single sign of embarrassment or awkwardness at having seen you like that.

 “Oh, you’re done? I wasn’t sure whether you had a towel, so I came to leave one here, just in case. Also, the pizza will get here in the next five minutes.” 

And he walked out, leaving you stumped and dismayed. Were you so deep inside the friendzone that even seeing you in a towel made no difference to him? You flopped down on the bed, upset. Seriously? Were you that bad? Were you so invisible to him? You groaned. Just when you were getting over the last thing, he found another way to hurt your feelings. You sat up and slapped yourself lightly.

 “Okay, Y/N, come on! You just need to get through this one night.”

 You started changing, about to put on your bra, but then, with a determined snort, you decided against it. You would try again. Just one more time. He had to react in some way if you were braless. If he was the slightest bit attracted to you, he would make a move.

Two hours later, you just waited to walk through your front door before crumbling again. He didn’t. He didn’t make the slightest move and didn’t even acknowledge it, and it was pretty obvious with the loose t-shirt you were wearing. He didn’t behave the slightest bit perturbed. Seeing you braless and in only a towel had done nothing to him. He just wasn’t attracted to you. And as you sat there, eyes red, eating salted caramel ice cream, you told yourself to suck it up. it wasn’t something you didn’t know already. You had met his ex. That crippling feeling of insecurity came back. You remembered how horrible you felt when you compared yourself to her, and a tear slipped out of your red eyes. You sniffed and took a large bite of ice cream. You would be okay. You had to be.

You were right. You had to be okay. So, you forced yourself to be okay around Jiyong. you had gotten pretty good at it. You were trying to stay positive, thinking about how you got to spend time with him, but you being stuck in the friendzone was still stuck at the back of your mind. A week after you realised just how deep down there you were, Jiyong randomly asked you something in between a drama. 

“Y/N, I’m throwing a party tomorrow. It’s going to be quite chill, nothing too crazy. Just some food, some drinks and some alcohol. Of course, you have to come.” 

He paused to glare at you. 

“Because I know you don’t have any plans for tomorrow, but I was wondering whether you’d help me with clean up duty? You remember our deal, right?” 

You mentally banged your head against a wall, because you did remember the deal. Whenever either of you would throw parties, the other would help clean up if they were free. He had already helped you once with that. You couldn’t get out of this one. You also felt like smacking yourself because you knew that somewhere deep down, you were getting hopeful that if you dressed up and looked nice enough, Jiyong might change his mind about you. You didn’t show him any sign of your inner monologue and you smiled. 

“Sure, I’ll be there.”

Sure enough, the next day, your stupid, ever-so-hopeful side won out, and you went digging in your closet to find something that would make you look hot. You finally found it. That one outfit you bought on a whim that would save your life. A long black skirt, with a long slit on the left with a wine-red spaghetti strapped crop top. You knew his kind of crowd and it was the perfect mix of formal and sexy. You just threw on a shawl over that and picked out your strappiest of black heels. You didn’t like wearing them. They were painful, and they dug into your heels, but you were desperate. You wanted Jiyong to notice you. Taking a little time to give yourself one final pep-talk, you finally opened the door to Jiyong’s apartment, searching the crowd for him. You scanned the room, seeing a few faces you recognised. Youngbae and Hyorin smiled at you. Mino gave you an exaggerated wink, but you couldn’t find Jiyong. You face fell a little. You looked everywhere for him, unable to find him anywhere until you got to his bedroom. It was locked, and you were about to walk off, thinking it was just some random couple hooking up, when you heard Jiyong’s voice along with a voice you wished you didn’t recognise. So, it was just him and his ex in there. You scoffed to yourself and walked back to the living room, heading straight to the bar to get a shot. You didn’t want to get drunk. You just didn’t want to be so unhappy, and just a little bit of alcohol helped calm you down. You stopped at that one shot and moved away, finding a place on the couch, staring down at your phone. A few minutes later, Jiyong and his ex walked back into the room. you took one look at them and you felt a little sick. She was wearing his shirt, and he was wearing his shirt inside out. You didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what happened there. You blinked rapidly, trying to fight the tears you could feel were threatening to fall. You had gotten all dressed up, worn those ridiculous heels, done your hair and make up all nicely all in false hope. Why would you even try when she was around? Laughing a little at yourself and how pathetic you seemed in that moment, you refused to look up at him. You didn’t want to make eye contact. You would just wait to help him clean up. No more interacting with him for the night. You got up and went to the balcony, sitting in the swing, vigorously set off on mentally lecturing yourself about what an idiot you were, when you felt the seat dip next to you and you heard a familiar voice in your ear. 

“Woah noona! You look great tonight!” 

You turned to smile your first warm smile for the night at Mino. 

“Thanks Mino.”

You and Mino met by accident, but got along really well. It was one of those nights were you just wanted to stay home and have a few drinks. A few drinks quickly became a lot and you were quite tipsy by the end of it. You were about to call your friend to come and drink with you when you heard a loud knocking on the door. You were curious about who it could be and you opened the door only to find Mino slumped against the wall, a stupid smile on his face, singing to himself. He got to his unsteady feet when he heard the door open. 

“Ahhh hyung! Why did you take so long? Come! Let’s get drunk!” 

and lifted his beer bottle. You lifted your can of beer and clinked it against his. Laughing at his confused expression, you said,

 “I support the motion. Come in, I’ve got some drinks inside.” 

When he started looking around puzzled, you laughed and had pity on him. 

“Jiyong lives there.” 

And you pointed at the door across from yours. You extended your hand and smiled. 

“I’m Y/N, his neighbour.” 

Mino looked back and forth between the two doors, confused for a little while and then he grinned at you. He shook your hand and walked into your apartment. 

“Hi Y/N noona. I’m Mino, your new drinking buddy.”

 He continued in a mock whisper. 

“Jiyong hyung is a whiny drunk anyways.” 

That night, the two of you did a rom-com movie marathon, both extremely tipsy and binging on all sorts of junk food. And Mino was right. He did become your new drinking buddy. And one of those nights when you were drunk, you had confided in him about your crush on Jiyong.

Mino looked at your warm smile and your surprisingly glassy eyes, and he knew why you were upset. He sighed and gave you a hug. 

“I’m sorry he didn’t notice noona.”

 You laughed. A small, humourless laugh, and then you snapped yourself out of it. 

“It’s okay Mino. Don’t apologise. It’s not like you did anything wrong.”

 Mino looked at your sad smile and he had to supress some anger at his hyung and how obtuse he could be. With a flirtatious smile, Mino tucked a little hair behind your ears. 

“Well, noona, I, for one, think you look absolutely gorgeous tonight.” 

You laughed at his attempt to cheer you up. 

“Thanks Mino, but you’re a lousy flirt.” 

He pouted and made the infamous puppy dog eyes. 

“Noona, I’m not that bad!” 

You ruffled his hair, and smirked. 

“Sorry to break it to you, but you are actually that bad.” 

Mino jumped to his feet and grabbed your hand, dragging you inside. He turned to face a surprised you and smirked. 

“Well, for that series of insults that shattered my ego, you owe me a dance.” 

Your eyes widened, making you look almost comical.

 “Mino, you know I can’t dance!” 

He gave you a light smirk as he twirled you around, making your back lean against his chest. His hands snaked around your waist and he reached for your hand to drape it over his neck. He slowly started guiding you to sway along with the rhythm while he leaned down and whispered in your ear, 

“Well, that’s what I’m here for.” 

You smiled with a light flush on your face.

 “Okay Mino, I’ll admit that was smooth, but why are you doing this?” 

He twirled you around again and pulled you even closer to him, leaning down to whisper in your ear and one of his hands reached up and undid your bun, letting your hair fall loose.

 “Much better. I’ve always liked your hair like this.” 

Leaning in even closer, he switched back to his normal self. In a low whisper, to make sure no one could hear him, he said, 

“Noona, just go along with this. I have a hunch.”

 You stared at his face suspiciously for a few seconds before giving in. You rested your head against his chest and pulled him down closer by his collar.

 “I have no idea what you’re trying, but I’ll go along with it. I’ve got nothing better to do anyway.” 

Mino just looked up to check whether his plan was working, and as he felt his hyung glaring daggers at him, his smirk deepened a little. His plan was working. Mino continued to blatantly flirt with you, and to the rest of the party, it seemed like the two of you were a thing, when in reality, both of you were struggling to not laugh. Mino twirled you around one last time before gently running his hands up and down your sides. He led you off the dance floor and back to the balcony. He looked at you, dead serious. 

“Y/N noona, you trust me, right?”

 You nodded. Mino looked behind you, and as he saw that familiar build, he knew he was right. He looked back at you and said, 

“Trust me on this one too.” 

And he grabbed your face and leaned in to kiss you. You closed your eyes, prepared to kiss him, but that never happened. Instead, you felt someone grab your hand in a vice grip and pull you away, muttering a half-hearted apology to Mino about how he needed your help with something. He pulled you straight through all the crowd and into his room, locking the door behind you. You stared around you and you felt a little sick. Wow, he was really something else. He had the gall to bring you to the room where he hooked up with his ex less than an hour ago because he was jealous you were dancing with Mino. You started to feel more than a little annoyed. He was really starting to get to you. You looked away at the walls and ceilings, not wanting to have to see his face. Jiyong’s voice was low and angry when he said, 

“What the bloody hell were you doing with Mino out there?” 

Still not looking at him, you replied.

 “How is that any of your business?”

 Jiyong was so angry he was practically hissing.

 “It is my business if you try to hook up with my junior right in the middle of my house.” 

You snorted, too incredulous to actually say something. Jiyong continued. 

“You two were practically fucking on the dance floor.” 

You froze for a second, shocked, and then, you hardened. Jiyong had gone too far.  Your voice positively frigid, you said, 

“I see.” 

And you walked out, leaving a shocked, blabbering Jiyong behind. His expression melted when he saw you walk out. He didn’t mean to hurt you.

You spent the rest of the night on the balcony with Mino. Mino just took one look at your expression when you walked out of the room and he knew that things hadn’t gone well. And so, he decided to sit with you and keep you company, making sure you didn’t feel too low. You appreciated it. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see that Jiyong looked sad, apologetic, and he kept trying to make eye contact with you to try and apologise for the way he blew up, but you staunchly refused all of that. You didn’t want to talk to him. Not when you felt so hurt that the only reason you weren’t crying was because you were angry. Slowly, around two in the morning, people started to leave. Things were pretty close to wrapping up by 2:30. You were still sitting in the balcony while Jiyong was seeing his guests out. You had decided to stick things out and help him clean up because you didn’t want to owe him anything because you were planning on avoiding him after that. Youngbae, Hyorin and Mino were the last people to leave. The three of them were watching the two of you and trying to figure things out. Hyorin shook her head and muttered, 

“God, Jiyong is an idiot.”

 Youngbae nodded in agreement. 

“He is. He’s really bad at trying to show her that he likes her.” 

Mino took one look at the two of you and sighed. He rubbed his hands together and said,

 “All right then. I’m going to go help speed things up. Make sure Jiyong hyung sees this.” 

And as Mino walked over to you, Hyorin led a confused Youngbae up to Jiyong, making Jiyong turn around just in time to see what looked like Mino kissing you. In reality, he just grabbed your face and made faces at you, but from the back, it looked like a passionate kiss. Jiyong also saw you laugh and give Mino a tight hug. He didn’t know you had no idea why Mino did that and that you called him crazy, but he had seen enough. All his sadness melted away and was replaced with jealousy, making him quite rude to you.

You had gone to the kitchen, getting a trash bag so that you could get the work over and done with quicker. You hadn’t even been gone from the living room for five seconds when you heard Jiyong’s angry voice call you. Pausing for a second to steel yourself, you stepped back out. 

“What is it Jiyong?” 

His voice was harsh when he said,

 “Were you trying to get out of cleaning duty?”

 You just rolled your eyes and held up the trash bag. 

“Clearly not, Jiyong.” 

And you ignored him, moving around the house, getting rid of all the trash. He stared at you for a second, annoyed and unsure of what he should do next and then he got out a mop and began mopping up the spills around the place. He kept stealing glances at you, trying to get you to look at him, because the awkwardness between the two of you was killing him, but you never looked up at him. not even once. Jiyong didn’t know what to say, and the jealousy was clouding his mind. He had liked you ever since he first saw you, with all your hair sticking up and in ridiculous pyjamas. He had tried to drop hints. He had tried to make you jealous. But nothing seemed to work. He had resigned himself to thinking that you didn’t like him, and he would just have to get over it, but when you walked in, looking so unbelievably beautiful when Mino kissed you, he just felt himself lose it. Still mopping, Jiyong asked, 

“So, Y/N. You and Mino, huh?”

 You didn’t respond, but he needed to hear you say it. He needed to hear you tell him that you liked someone else so that he could finally try to move on. You stiffened when he said that, but didn’t say anything. He repeated himself, a little louder the second time around. You pretended like you didn’t hear him. Jiyong had had enough. he threw the mop down, letting the loud noise echo through the apartment, and walked up to you, grabbing your chin and making you look at him. 

“Y/N. I’m asking you whether you like Mino.” 

You stiffened, as though determined to fight it out before your body became slack, as though you gave up. You gave him a slight smile and with a shaky voice, you said, 

“God, Jiyong. You really know how to hurt a girl, don’t you?” 

He froze. You were sad. He had made you sad. Why were you sad? He watched you walk away for a second before realising that you were leaving. You were done. You had tried your best to help him and if after all that, Jiyong was still going to cause you so much pain, you were done. You had just walked through the door of your apartment, prepared to curl up in bed and cry when you heard someone walk in with you. You groaned, a little teary by now.

 “Jiyong plea-”

 He cut you off by slamming the door behind him and turning you around, so in a matter of seconds, you found yourself being pressed against a wall. He put his arms on either side of you, preventing you from moving. He had his head down, breathing heavily, as though trying to come to terms with something. He looked up at your teary eyes, his eyes equally pained and asked, 

“What did you mean?” 

You had nothing to say. You could only stare at that beautiful face, contorted in pain and confusion. His voice slightly calmer this time, he repeated himself. 

“Y/N, what did you mean by that? When did I hurt you?” 

You couldn’t help the tear that rolled down your cheek at that point. How could you possibly explain how he hurt you? He gently reached up to wipe your tears. His voice was soft when he said,

 “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

 You took a deep breath, trying your best to not become a crying mess. 

“Jiyong, it’s not your fault. You didn’t mean any of it, except for just now, when you were an asshole about Mino.” 

His voice both pained and soft, he asked,

 “But what did I do Y/N?” 

Fuck it. It was now or never. You already knew things with Jiyong would never be the same again. Tears started rolling down your face as you said, 

“Jiyong, how?! How do you not know that I like you?” 

Jiyong’s world froze around him while you broke down and started sobbing, desperately trying not to fall onto his shoulder. You refused to look up, scared to meet the pitying gaze you were sure he would have, but he gently but firmly grabbed your chin and made you look at him. when you finally opened your eyes, he was staring at you with a soft, gentle warmth.

 “Y/N, how do you not know that I like you?”

 It was your turn to be shocked, staring at him in uncomprehensive confusion. His hands cupped your face as he gently wiped off your tears. 

“Y/N, I’ve liked you ever since you moved in here.”

 You pouted a little, your lower lip trembled with a threat of tears.

 “Jiyong don’t lie to me. You’ve never seen me that way. I know you hooked up with your ex today. You don’t need to pity me that much.” 

 All his anger, all his jealousy was gone and he just shook his head earnestly, thoroughly confused. 

“Y/N, I swear we did not hook up today. We’ve never hooked up after we broke up. She’s seeing someone else.”

 You stared at him, still a little suspicious.

 “But you made it so clear that you only see me as a friend. Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

 He looked back at you, still confused. 

“What’re you talking about?”

 You sighed and grabbed his hand, walking over to the couch and sitting down there. 

“We might as well get comfortable. You have a lot of explaining to do.”

He sat down next to you, waiting until you had crossed your legs and turned to him. Glaring at him, you asked, 

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier? Why didn’t you behave like you liked me?”

 He stared at you, incredulous. 

“What do you mean “behave like you liked me?” Y/N. You’re the only person who has succeeded in getting me to eat well and on time. Loads of other people have tried too, but you’re the only one who succeeded. Why do you think you succeeded?”

 You stared at him, still suspicious.

 “Why do you think I spent so much time at your place? Because no matter how tired or sad I was, being with you cheered me up. you should ask Youngbae about that sometime. Before I met you, I would just stay in my apartment most of the time.” 

You were still staring at him suspiciously. Jiyong rolled his sleeves up and turned to face you completely.

 “I tried to make you jealous all the time.”

 Catching your glare turn deadly, he quickly added,

 “Now that I’ve experienced that method myself, I know how shitty it feels, and I swear I won’t ever do that again. But seriously. I tried to make you jealous so many times, and there was absolutely no reaction from you. That is the only reason I didn’t say anything to you. I thought that you would have reacted or said something or gotten mad if you liked me.” 

You rolled your eyes and muttered,

 “It’s called self-control.”

 His voice turned soft.

 “I know now. And I’m sorry. I didn’t realise how much it hurt to have to see that. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m just dumb when it comes to stuff like this.” 

You sniffed a little, his words finally getting through to you.

 “But why didn’t you say or do anything Y/N? And what was that with Mino?! You let him kiss you.” 

Your eyes turned fiery again. 

“First off, Mino didn’t kiss me, he just made faces at me! Secondly, I didn’t do anything?! You think all those times I came back from work, exhausted to the bone, but cooked or baked your favourite food was nothing? What about all the all-nighters I’ve pulled to keep you company when you’re working on something important? You know how much I value my sleep! What about all the ridiculously sappy shows I’ve watched with you, all though the lines made me want to gag?!”

 You snorted, and gestured towards your outfit. 

“Look at me! I dressed up like this, with shoes that make me feel like I’m walking on glass, hoping that you would notice me!” 

He winced a little and while you continued on your rant, he slowly reached for your feet and slipped them off without you noticing. 

“The only reason I didn’t say anything was because of all the girls you were around. Your ex is a literal supermodel. How do you think it made me feel to compare myself to her?! And it didn’t help that you showed no signs of liking me back.”

 He moved a little closer to you and held your hand.

 “I’m sorry Y/N.”

 His eyes were sincere, and you knew he meant it, but you needed some answers. 

“Why was she wearing your clothes and why is your shirt on inside out?” 

Without batting an eyelid, he moved even closer and answered in an earnest, sincere voice.

 “She puked all over herself and me, so both of us needed to change. I put it on like this because I was in a hurry to see you.” 

Your breath hitched when he said that and you blushed. Still, you continued. 

“What about the time she was in your studio? So, it was okay for her to be there but not me? And why was there hesitation when you called me your friend?”

 “I didn’t want to call you my friend when I want you to be my girlfriend. And yeah, she can be there, but you can’t, because I can still work if she’s there, but if you’re there, it is literally impossible for me to pay attention to anything or anyone else.” 

You heart started beating a whole lot faster and your face turned red. Your voice wasn’t so sure when you asked your last question.

 “What about the time I showered at your place? You walked in on me wearing nothing but a towel, but you didn’t react at all.”

 His hands gently pushed pulled you closer so that he could wrap his arms around you. 

“Y/N, I didn’t want to make it awkward for you. I didn’t react the way I wanted to because I thought you didn’t like me and I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

 Your heart was beating so fast, you were sure he could hear you. All you could manage was a sheepish, 

“Oh.” 

 One look at your face and Jiyong knew what he was going to do next. In one smooth movement, he lifted you onto his lap, making you straddle him. His fingers gently traced patterns on the soft skin of your thigh, exposed by the slit in your skirt. His other hand wrapped around your waist, he pulled you as close as he could and pressed his lips against your ear, gently murmuring,

 “Do you want to know what I wanted to do to you that night?”

 You nodded slowly. 

“Well, Y/N.” 

His fingers reached for the straps holding your top up. 

“I wanted to undo that small knot holding your towel up and throw you on my bed. Oh and don’t even get me started about your braless stunt afterwards.” 

His fingers undid the knots of the straps, letting your top fall to the ground, leaving you in a wine-red lace bra. His eyes darkened considerably, and you gulped seeing the lust in them, knowing fully well that your eyes looked the same. His hands ran across your back, making you arch against him. 

“I wanted to make you scream my name. I wanted everyone to know exactly who was making you feel that way.”

 His hands gently ran across your collar bones. 

“I wanted to leave some marks against your pretty neck.”

 His hands gently travelled down your body and grabbed your ass.

 “I wanted to make you a moaning mess, so much so that you would barely be able to remember your own name.” 

Feeling his erection, you rocked your hips against his, the feeling making you moan. His lips were pressed against your neck when he said,

 “Yes, just like that.”

 Looking straight into your eyes, he said, 

“I wanted to fuck you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to walk.”

 You let out another moan from just his words. You looked straight back into his yes and replied.

 “Well then Jiyong. Do it.”

 In a matter of seconds, he lifted you up in his arms and kissed you, a slow, teasing kiss. He walked towards your bedroom and dropped you down on the bed, taking a moment to pause and admire how beautiful you were. You were a little breathless when you said, 

“Jiyong. Shirt off. Now.”

 He smirked at you, but obliged. He climbed onto the bed over you, hands reaching behind you. 

“Princess, I might have listened to you just now, but don’t get the wrong idea about who’s in charge here.”

 Before you could roll your eyes and give him a snarky response, he unhooked your bra, pulled it off and swirled his tongue against your nipple. Your hands went to grip his hair, holding him there while you threw your head back, moaning his name. He looked up at you and smirked.

 “See, I told you that you’d be moaning my name.” 

And then shifted his attention to your other nipple. You were getting wetter and wetter, sure that your panties were soaked with how wet you were. He moved up to your neck, and sure enough, he began leaving small marks all across your neck. He leaned back for a second to admire his handiwork. You were flushed and panting. Your nipples were almost incredibly hard and your chest was covered with hickies. He kissed you, growling against your ear. 

“Mine. All mine.” 

You knelt on the bed with your hand on his belt, getting ready to make him feel a little better, but his hands gently grabbed your and held them away. His voice was teasing, but firm when he said, 

“Did I say you could do that princess?”

 He pushed you back as he slipped off your skirt.

 “Tonight, I’m going to focus on you. It’s my way of apologising for making you feel jealous all those times.” 

You were squirming, because every little touch of his took you too far, but he firmly pulled you legs apart and pulled off your panties. His fingers slowly ran over your clit while he watched the way you shivered from that. He brought his fingers to his lips and stared at them. 

“So wet and all for me?” 

You nodded, unable to take your eyes off him. Staring back at you with almost feverish intensity, he slowly licked his fingers and leaned in to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips, and that made you even more wet. He them made his way to your thighs, pausing to pepper them with light kisses and hickies. You were moaning. 

“Jiyong please.”

 His eyes teasing, he asked,

 “Please what?” 

You stared at him pleadingly. He smirked and sat,

 “Say it.” 

Your face red, you managed to whisper,

 “Jiyong, will you please eat me out?”

 His smirk deepened.

 “As you wish princess.” 

And he started. He gave a long, slow lick across your vulva before finding you clit. You were holding his head, pulling his hair as you moaned his name again. He licked around your clit, gently teasing till he reached the very edge of it, but never directly on it. By now, you were raising your hips, unable to sit still. You threw your head back and moaned out his name again. He paused for a second, only to give you a devilish smirk and say, 

“Nope. Not loud enough.” 

before diving back, this time giving your clit a long, firm lick. He then swirled his tongue around it before pressing down on it harshly and curling a finger into you. Without meaning to, your moans and screams became much louder, unable to contain yourself. He knew you were close from the way you were panting. Jiyong lightly nibbled on your clit before sucking on it, and with that, you came, shuddering a little as your breathing slowly steadied. He was about to get up when your hands ran across his chest, pulling you closer to him before you said, 

“You said you were going to fuck me so hard I wouldn’t be able to walk.”

 His face morphed into that same devilish smirk. 

“My princess is so needy for me.” 

Before you could reply, he reached for your clit and rubbed down on it, hard. You were already sensitive from your orgasm, so you could only moan as you fell onto him. 

“Yes, Jiyong, I am needy for you.” 

 Still smirking, he reached for condoms in his drawers. You quickly undid his belt and removed his pants. He slid on a condom before pushing you down. He just pushed into you with no warning, making you gasp from the sudden change. Jiyong gave you a minute to adjust before he began moving, rough and fast. And hitting that one spot inside you without fail with every single thrust. You were already screaming when one of his hands reached down to play with your clit, making your screams even louder. Your nails dug into his back, leaving marks. His breathing was getting shallower and his thrusts unsteady. You were both glistening with sweat. He pulled out completely before pushing into you again, and with that, both of you came. He flopped down next to you, both of you tired. You turned and pulled him into a long, gentle kiss. He pulled away to smile and stroke your hair. 

“I guess it’s a little late, but will you be my girlfriend?”

 You laughed and nodded eagerly. 

“I’d be only too happy to be your girlfriend.” 

And you kissed him again. It was long and slow for a while, before things started heating up again. He pulled you onto him with a smirk.

 “I guess it’s time for round two then.”

[little-dragon-stories]

That’s the kind of smut I love! A smut with a plot!

And it’s beautifully written by my friend!

Please enjoy the reading ♥️

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