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Genre: Hybrid AU, Shifter AU, Fluff, hints of angst
Rating: sfw, PG-15
Warnings: hints of danger towards hybrids within a human society
Wordcount: 433
A/N: The second cocktail I wrote for the tipsy drabbles! Also pleasing my current iKon obsession with this!! Please enjoy this and tell me what you think!
Donghyuk tapped the steering wheel, humming along to the radio as he stared through the windshield screen.
Once a month he grabbed you and drove with you away from the bustling city. Even if it was just for one day - sometimes even just an afternoon - both of you needed that time to come back to your roots.
Roots that weren’t quite usual in the human world.
You tilted your head to the side and watched Donghyuk with a soft smile on your lips. His fox ears already popped out without him noticing it. They flicked in excitement the closer you got to the forest. You reached a hand over to them, brushing over the velvety fur of his ears.
Donghyuk laughed quietly and glanced over to your side. “Fox’s out of the bag, huh?” His ears flicked again underneath your touch.
You giggled and slightly turned on your seat, revealing your own fox tail. “Guess so.”
Donghyuk reached over to you, gently squeezing your thighs. “We’ll be there soon.” He intertwined fingers with yours, grinning when you started to play with them.
“I know”, you mumbled as you continued to caress his hand, “I just can’t wait to turn fully again.” You looked up at him, seeing him nod along.
In the city neither of you could just turn or even reveal parts of your foxes without fearing to become objects for science. Even at your shared apartment you rarely let parts of your foxes show - too concerned someone could see anything through the windows.
But outside in the mountains or forests, far away from major human gathering spots, you could be free.
Donghyuk parked the car at the start point of a hiking trail. He rushed around the vehicle and opened your door, making an overly inviting gesture.
You giggled and stepped out of the car as well, stretching your limps and letting your tail sway behind you. “Are you ready?” You looked around the area one last time, making sure no human was already there in the early hours of the day.
With a sly grin Donghyuk stepped closer to you and cupped your face. He kissed you softly, making you melt into him. “Let us race to the top”, he whispered against your lips, “loser has to buy fried chicken tonight.”
Before you could even respond to him, he had already transformed into a fox. He yipped at you and then dashed into the forest, leaving you behind. You giggled and shook your head in amusement. With one last roll of your shoulders you transformed yourself and chased after him.
Warnings: the weather decided to not listen to the sunny forecast...
Wordcount: 458
A/N: One of the two things I wrote for the last tipsy drabble! Enjoy this drabble and tell me what you think!
“Are you sure it’s not going to rain?” Hwasa sat on the picnic blanket with a wine glass in her hand and looked up into the darkening sky.
You followed her gaze. The sun slowly set at the horizon, turning the sky into various shades of red and yellow. At the same time a bunch of dark storm clouds gathered in front of it, making it even darker by the minute than usual.
“The weather forecast said it wouldn’t rain until tomorrow. So we should be safe for now.” You chuckled softly when she raised one of her eyebrows, not convinced with your explanation. “I’m sure we won’t get drowned during our time out here!”
“If you say so”, was the only thing Hwasa replied, a smirk playing over her lips before she raised her glass to her lips and took a sip.
You two continued to talk about everything and nothing, simply enjoying the company of each other. For moments you’d even be completely silent and just watch the nature surrounding you. It felt almost serene with the crickets and birds chirping all around you.
That was until the first droplet of water hit your nose. Your eyes widened and you sat up a little straighter as your gaze wandered to the dark clouds above of you again.
Hwasa jumped slightly when a raindrop hit her naked thigh. She pulled her legs closer to her body and turned to look at you pointedly.
“It’s probably just a few drops, nothing more.” You mumbled while you kept staring into the sky. With the clouds above you, you didn’t feel as confident about it anymore.
“Are you sure?” Hwasa changed her sitting position, appearing to be ready to jump up at any second.
You laughed awkwardly and shrugged with your shoulders. “Not really.”
Apparently that was enough for the weather to decide on pouring down on you two.
You cursed as you sat stunned on the blanket, quickly getting soaked by the rain. Hwasa jumped up with a screech, standing evenly as overwhelmed in front of you now.
It took you two another few heartbeats before you started gathering everything, holding it clumsily to your bodies while you ran for your car at the end of the park.
As soon as you reached it, you opened the trunk and seeked shelter underneath it, throwing the stuff inside and turning to each other.
You eyes her drenched form before you burst out laughing. “Damn the weather”, you wheezed and held your stomach, finding this situation hilarious.
Hwasa glared at you without any malice behind her eyes and soon enough she laughed just as much as you did, doubling over from the force. She even repeated your words: “Damn the weather.”
✧.*Summary ✧.*-Due to olden traditions, you’re sent off to be a sacrifice to an unseen beast on an island far from home. You’re not exactly the one to go down without a fight and you promise when you get yourself out of this situation, you’re going back for revenge.
After an encounter in the ocean and arriving on the island in question, you collect yourself and begin making preparations to get yourself off of this island.
All while being watched over by a pair of unfamiliar, narrowed emerald eyes.
✧.*TWs ✧.*-Guilt, Intimidation, Stabbing, Blood, Biting, Pregnancy (Oh Look, the Consequences to our actions-)
✧.*Sws ✧.* - Creampie, Chase Kink, Cunnilingus, Breeding Kink (Yall look what all that stuffed poosi did-), Double Penetration, Monster Anatomy (Double Cocks), Scent Kink, Fingering
✧.*Rating ✧.*- Explicit (18+)-Minors DNI
✧.*WC ✧.*-+ 11.9k
✧.*Previous Chapter
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✧.*A/N ✧.*This was originally a 3k+ paid commission thanks to the lovely @jacksons-goddess-gaia but I loved the idea so much that I decided to make this into a short series! Thank you again for allowing me to turn your comm into something of a bigger scale and I hope you and everyone else also likes this little series! Just a note of warning, the ending of this series does have a pretty dark ending so please be mindful of the tws of each respective chapter (tbh I don’t think its any darker than the shit I make yall suffer through write anyway but just a fair warning, you are not ending this as any kind of pacifist lol)
✧.*Series Playlist ✧.* (I keep fidling with this one so dont be surprised if songs are added lmao)
You feel lips against your head and grumble, tucking yourself firmly against the warmth pressed against your cheek. There’s a deep chuckle that rattled your bones and for a moment, you are under the wrong assumption that you’d be able to go back to sleep.
Instead, you’re lifted clean up, and your eyes snap open, large and silver as you scramble to hold onto the giant so rudely mocking you with his dumbass handsome face.
“Good morning, Y/n.”
You stare at him, unimpressed, and for a moment you lament not being able to shift into your SeaBorn form at will. You’d found slapping Seonghwa with your tail was surpiringly effective when it came to him teasing you.
You could only do it when wet, though.
For now.
Speaking of wet, you blush feeling a distinct wetness run down between your legs, reminding you of last night's messy love making. You huff, crossing your arms as Seonghwa held you up off the ground.
“How wrong are you going to hold me up?”
Seonghwa looked at you for a moment in confusion before he chuckled.
“Long.”
You arch a brow.
“Yes, you’re wrong.”
He shook his head, gently, touching your lips.
“You’re still getting used to your new language. Here, follow me.”
Seonghwa repeated the sentence and you flush, realizing your clicks had, in fact, been off. You’d come a long way since you and him mated a week ago, but you still found yourself stuttering over your clicks or holding down a note too long occasionally as you spoke to him.
As flustered as it made you, Seonghwa found your pattern of speech rather cute, calmly helping you every time you stumbled.
He’d actually been pleasantly surprised when he found out you wanted to talk to him only in your new language, and for the first three days after you’d mated, you couldn’t understand a damn word he was saying.
Seonghwa had been surprised by how adamant you had been to understand, fumbling through your tones and hums until he’d perked midday through the third day, hearing you call to him and ask him for a kiss because you were frustrated.
The look on your face when you’d gotten the desired kiss all but made him fall in love all over with you again.
“I dod it!”
“‘Did’ it, baby.”
“I did it!”
Back to the present, Seonghwa walked you to the beach, the salty air blowing his bangs as he looked out at the ocean. You look up at him and then follow his gaze.
“...Wanna go tell Hongjoong the good news?”
You don’t miss the way he perked, his eyes lightening, excited as he nodded. You kiss him, cupping his jaw lightly before he walked you to the water.
“Remember, don’t panic. I have you, and I won’t let you drown. Ever.” He assured you. You smile and kiss him gently.
You hadn’t gotten the hang of holding your breath quite yet. Seonghwa had assured you the more you did it, the longer you’d be able to do it, and you’d be able to talk freely as well.
For now, all of your focus usually went into not panicking while underwater.
Seonghwa waited until you were ready and gently waded into the water, holding you bridal style so your legs would shift, the dark grey speckles of your legs stretching up to your torso, a thick, rather smooth tail forming. Seonghwa ran his fingers up the speckles, smiling to himself despite the shiver that ran through your body at the intimate touch.
“Sorry, I got distracted. Let’s begin. If you do well, we’ll go down and visit Hongjoong.”
You smile and nod, floating vertically with your head above the water as Seonghwa let you go. You drifted a bit from him before gently keeping yourself in place, your hips working gently as you watched his tail slap the surface in his usual fashion.
You feel his hand lace into yours and dive in, smiling as he pulled you lower.
The water is pleasantly cool, but you find yourself marvelling at Seonghwa’s tail.
While yours was a simple grey, dotted with different colored splotches, and much rounder and thicker than his, Seonghwa’s tail had definitely gained some color since you both had mated.
Before his tail was a simple, yet elegant ombre of platinum and gold, now it held many intricate designs and colors along the expanse.
Thick, brown stripes started along the midway point of his tail, with beautiful orange and yellow dots speckling the space along the stripes, all the way down to his tail, which was a contrasting black with a single, distinct electric blue stripe going along the tips of his tail fin.
You found yourself mesmerized by the upper half of his tail, which was the same electric blue as the tips of his tail, a series of mesmerizing (and sometimes glowing) platinum rings drawing your gaze directly to him.
He smiled at you and swam backwards, encouraging you to follow after him, and you clumsily do so before you get into the groove again.
The two of you swim in tandem, twirling around one another, swimming through reefs and enjoying each other. Seonghwa didn’t rush you, and instead waited until you took your breaths before continuing. Each time, he’d keep you for longer and longer, encouraging you with clicks and words of affirmations.
After the fith dive, you hear a loud, distinct bellow that drew your attention.
“My, look at this.”
You look down and find Hongjoong casually circling you, his expression interested as he eyed your tail. You smile and wave at him.
“Helho!”
He blinked before chuckling and swimming closer, greeting Seonghwa with a gentle nudge.
“Hello, Y/n. You’re learning the language a lot quicker than any human I’ve ever met, besides myself. How are you handling swimming?”
You purse your lips, frowning for a moment.
“I still can’t stay underwater indefinitely.”
He chuckled and crossed his arms.
“You wouldn’t be able to, anyway. It’s the Landling in you. We are Reborns. Humans turned Seaborn. We have to come up for air eventually. It's just a matter of perfecting closing down one breathing system and using the other.”
You blink slightly and tilt your head at him.
“‘We’ have to? Hongjoong? Were you also-”
“A story for another day, but yes. I was.” There’s something…dark in his eyes the moment you mention him previously being a human, and you immediately decide it’s none of your business to pry.
Hongjoong seemed to appreciate you not doing so, and in an instant, you watch his eyes lighten back up as he looked at Seonghwa.
“You’re doing a wonderful job, Angelfish.”
Seonghwa’s scales tinted pink for a moment before he coughed and looked away bashfully. Both you and Hongjoong noticed immediately, matching grins on your faces.
“Cute~” You both chirrup.
“Oh oceans no, please don’t start ganging up on me” Seonghwa immediately half heartedly complained. You laugh, raising yourself to the surface for a fresh breath of air with both of the men trailing behind you.
When your head surfaces, you find its night out, the stars twinkling in the sky as a crescent moon illuminated the surface of the water.
The three of you don’t say a word, simply bobbing in the water as you enjoy each other’s company. Seonghwa kissed the top of your head, a calm smile on his face as he hugged you close to his body.
“I think it’s about time she meets the others, don’t you?” Hongjoong inquired sometime a while later. You hadn’t even realized you’d been nodding off, your head resting on Seonghwa’s chest as he held you from behind to keep you from drifting.
Seonghwa let out a nervous laugh that made your head perk up.
“I’ll call them, Wooyoung probably will need to be warmed up first.”
You frown and turn your head to look at his expression. His eyes were tinged white around the edges, something you’d never seen before.
Was he…afraid?
“Who is Wooyoung?” You quietly speak up, reminding both of the men that you were not only right there, but able to understand them through the bouncy notes and hums of their conversation.
Seonghwa looked at you and gently rubbed your hips.
“He’s our best friend. One of them.”
You purse your lips.
“So why do you look afraid?”
Hongjoong chuckled quietly.
“Because he’s worried Wooyoung might not exactly take it kindly knowing you stabbed Seonghwa and nearly killed him.” he answered honestly.
You feel the weight of the world slam into you. Your lips part and you find yourself unable to speak. It hadn’t came up again since you’d dragged Seonghwa to the ocean to save his life. You glance at him again, and Seonghwa doesn’t respond, staring at the dark inky waves as he held your hips, the cogs in his head turning quickly.
“What…what exactly does ‘not take kindly’ mean?” You ask slowly, putting your hand over Seonghwa’s. Hongjoong clicked his tongue, floating past both of you, looking at the sky.
“Do you want to tell her?” He looked at Seonghwa but the SeaBorn simply shuddered and kissed your head.
“It’ll be fine. I’ll talk to him tonight using the resonance stone.” He muttered. You could smell his scent, tinged with anxiety and fear, and press yourself back into his chest more to comfort him as much as you could. Even though you had no idea what was going on.
Hongjoong hummed and gently flicked his tail hard enough to send both of you drifting to the left. Seonghwa sent him a curious look before Hongjoong waved his hand dismissively.
“Go to sleep. I’ll check back on you both tomorrow.” He encouraged before he dove down, disappearing into the dark waters. Seonghwa took your hand and guided you to the shore, carrying you once you got there.
You cup his chin and kiss his cheek several times until you make him turn his gaze down to you. When he does, you steal a kiss from his lips.
“I really am sorry I hurt you.” You whisper. He nodded.
“I’ve long since stopped being angry and hurt about it. You were scared and defending yourself.”
You nod and then gently press your forehead together with his.
“I’ll explain myself to this friend of yours. Even if they yell at me, I deserve it. So don’t look so sad. We were having such a wonderful day, tomorrow will be the same.” You encourage and Seonghwa sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.
You had no idea the beast of a man that Wooyoung was, but Seonghwa would undoubtedly handle the man’s ire first that way you could meet everyone worry-free.
It’ll be fine.
When he opened his eyes again, they were back to their normal emerald, and he gently walked you back to camp, settling you in your bed. Since you couldn’t hold your breath as long as Hongjoong could, you still preferred to sleep on land and Seonghwa didn’t mind accommodating you.
You find yourself drifting once more against his neck and he gently sung, soft, airy notes swirling through your mind. Seonghwa rubbed the space between your shoulders, kneading out any tension his fingers found there.
“Just rest. Tomorrow I’ll make a big breakfast for us.” He promised. You smile and let the embrace of sleep pull you under.
For the briefest of moments, you feel as if you’re being watched by the sky itself, but you pay it no mind and drift off.
.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.
Something warm began to rouse you from your sleep the next morning. There are undeniable puffs of air blowing directly onto your face, and while tinged with the scent of amber, you couldn’t help the way the hair at the back of your neck stood on end.
You should wake up.
“Rrrrr.”
The moment you hear a growl, your eyes fly open, and in an instant, you’re greeted with a mass of hair, a GIANT canine standing over you with blazing, molten eyes that looked like fire peering out at you past their undeniably bear-esque face.
You stare up at them in horror, your voice caught in your throat. The canine doesn’t move from their spot above you, though you watch where you assume the ears are under all of that fur twitch and rotate, listening. They raised their head, looking North East before looking back at you, letting out a bark that rattled your bones.
You scream and scramble up to your feet, grabbing your knife in a hurry, but the dog made a snap at your heels, and you decide running is much more viable for you in this moment.
“SEOGNGHWA” You scream, rushing into the trees with the giant dog on your heels. Every time you moved to make a turn and shake them off, they threw their massive body in that direction, howling and barking and forcing you to pivot in the opposite direction.
Had you had been a bit of a calmer mind, you’d realized this demon dog was much faster than you, and seemed to be corralling you in whichever direction they wanted you to go in.
You, however, are not of a calm mind, and keep running for your life, screaming Seonghwa’s name, panic flooding into your system when you realize he hadn’t came for you yet.
Above you, the sky is blotted out for a brief moment as something humongous flew overhead, obscuring the sun for a few seconds before it was gone, also heading in the direction you were running in. There’s the sound of a primal roar that vibrates the air.
You pay none of that any mind, nearly tripping over your own feet as you catch a root on your ankle. The dog grabbed your dress in their jaws and spun their body, nearly hurling you in the direction you were running in. Surprisingly, the maneuver doesn’t tear your dress, and you keep sprinting after the close call, finally breaking the treeline.
Seriously, where the fuck is Seonghwa?!
“SEONG-”You stop yourself, eyes wide as you finally see your lover.
Your stomach drops in an instant.
He’s being held above the water of the ocean by his throat, a different man staring at him with an unimpressed look in his eyes. They were glowing a shifting deep purple and blue.
In an instant, all of your fear melted away, your claws elongating and your eyes bleeding red. Seonghwa looked in your direction, and threw his hands up.
“Y/n, wait, no!”
You don’t heed his words, rushing over, tossing the sheath to your knife away, your feet moving faster than they did even with the dog on your heels.
You don’t ask questions, driving and twisting the knife hard into the man’s back, throwing your body between them as much as you could and biting down on his forearm, tearing the skin and crunching down on bone.
Seonghwa paled and the man hardly flinched, his gaze, once fixed on Seonghwa’s face, now snapped down to you.
You don’t back down, your nose scrunched as you lock your jaw, biting harder. His blood runs down between your lips, into your mouth. You ignore all of it, glaring hateful daggers at the unmoving and infuriatingly smug looking man.
“So. You’re the mate, hm?”
“Wooyoung, listen to me, calm down.”
You don’t hear anything but the blood rushing through your own ears. Wooyoung smiled at you, but you can see a wild look in his eyes as he cocked his head ever so slightly to the left.
“Is this how you did it? Did you stab him the same way here? Or was it a little higher? How about to the left? Mm? Hit any organs? How about we try again? I don’t quite feel like I’m getting the full experience, little seal woman. Though, the bite is certainly new.”
You hear a bark from somewhere behind you and Seonghwa reached to touch your head and try and push you off.
“Y/n, baby, my angel please I’m begging you, let go. You’re making it worse.” He genuinely looked terrified, his eyes pale platinum as he glanced at you and Wooyoung.
“No, no, Seonghwa. Let her do what she wants. I’m finding out every little thing I need to know here.”
You hesitate and Wooyoung’s arm flexes in your mouth, in a moment, he lets Seonghwa go, grabbing your jaw and leaning into your face.
“I don’t take too kindly to having harm fall upon my loved ones. So, what should I do, seal woman? I’m facing a dilemma.” He sighed dramatically, ignoring Seonghwa’s rapidly protesting and trying to separate you both.
Suddenly, he perked, looking at the tall SeaBorn for a moment.
“My, that was a dangerous thought, Park Seonghwa. Were you thinking of biting me too? Putting your fist through my chest? Are you sure that’s what you want to do here?”
Seonghwa froze and you frown. He hadn’t said anything threatening. Hadn’t even moved. But the look on his face told you everything you needed to know.
Who is this guy?
Instantly, purple and blue eyes are back on you, as deep as the night sky, speckled with stars.
What is this guy?
“Jung Wooyoung. Eldritch god. Any other questions? I’d be careful, if I were you. I’m not sure how much of my blood you’ve consumed~ Who knows what could happen to you consuming the blood of a god like this.” He teased.
You let go in an instant, and everything hit you in an instant, horror crossing your face.
This was the friend, the one Hongjoong mentioned. You look at Seonghwa and he looked distraught, reaching for you. Wooyoung narrowed his gaze, and a barrier instantly separated him from the two of you.
“Haven’t I let you do whatever you want for too long, dear Hyung?” He inquired, though the honorific sounded more like teasing venom with his tone of voice. Seonghwa locked his jaw, red bleeding into his pale eyes as anger began to swell in him.
“Wooyoung, that’s enough.”
“Is it? You nearly die, don’t call me even once to save you, and now you think the person responsible can suffer no consequences? When you fell, did you crack your head, perhaps? I gave each and every one of you a resonance stone and instead of it being anywhere near you for a case of emergency, where is it? Hm?” He turned his gaze to you, and you shrink back from the overwhelming pressure coming from him as he looked at the peridot earring dangling from your ear.
“I was hoping you’d help protect her from harm in case I wasn’t enough.”
“Protect her? She almost killed you.”
“The spider almost killed me. The toxins would have killed me before I bled out.”
Wooyoung looks infuriated, turning his head in an instant.
“And WHO could have avoided all of that if he’d just called me? Are you out of your mind, Park Seonghwa? Do I need to remind you of how important you are to m-”
You can see he’s about to lay into him, and before you can think, you reach out, grabbing his face and forcing his head back to look at you.
“I’m sorry. Whatever it is, I’ll take responsibility, just…please, enough of this. My mate is upset and I hate this. You think I don’t already feel horrible for what I did? I did then and I do now, every time I see him, I see the scars he got from that day and it won’t go away, it never will. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love him. So whatever it is that you’re going to do, whatever punishment you feel I need or deserve for it, just do it already so I can go back into his arms. This has been a very long and fucking chaotic morning.” You speak a mile a minute and Wooyoung stared at you with a half lidded look once more.
“So, you’ll die? Because that’s what I deem appropriate for hurting one of my seven.” He answered flatly, all emotion gone from his voice. You hear a bark again, and a different noise that sounds like a growl, but you don't tear your eyes away from Wooyoung. Seonghwa pounded on the barrier, frantic and enraged.
“WOOYOUNG?!”
You feel his killing intent, but don’t look away from him.
“If that’s what you think I deserve. Just make sure he’s not hurt.”
Seonghwa’s voice nearly breaks from the sheer rage in his voice as he slammed on the barrier, and for a moment, you think you hear a crack. Wooyoung looked into your eyes for a long moment before looking down at your stomach, cold fingertips pressing against your abdomen. A thoughtful hum left his lips. Seonghwa’s enraged voice grew louder.
Wooyoung looked up, meeting your unwavering gaze. You were terrified, but you didn’t back down. A long pause stretched between the two of you.
Then, he chuckled.
“Welcome to The Fold, Seal.”
He snapped his fingers, and in an instant, you feel the world rush by. Colors and scents whirl past you until-
-you jolt upright, heart hammering. You’re back in your hut.
…what were you doing?
Seonghwa startled from beside you, and the moment you lay eyes on him, you burst into tears, kissing and embracing him tightly.
“Y/n? Why are you crying, my love?” He inquired. You open your mouth to ask him if he was alright after seeing…who, again?
Why are you crying?
Seonghwa looked at you, checking your head, your face, and your neck for any injuries. You relax the moment you feel his touch, putting your hand over his.
“I guess I had a bad dream. I’m okay as long as you are.” You kiss his nose and smile. He sniffed gently, making sure you weren’t hurt before he kissed you deeply, hovering over you.
You run your fingers down his abdomen, smiling at the way he rumbled and shuddered into the kiss. Seonghwa’s scales turned pink around the edges of his eyes and he smiled.
“Oh? Is this how you want to start your morning?” He purred, pressing his hips down and grinding between your legs. You smile and thread your fingers through his hair, intending on pulling him into a kiss when a bone-shaking bark drew a loud scream out of you.
Instantly both of you jolt up and Seonghwa looked perplexed for a moment, standing and sticking his head out of the hut.
It took a brief second before a black and red blur tackled him back into it. You scream again, reaching for your knife and then frowning when you note it definitely wasn’t where you’d left it last.
When the hell did it get so far from you?
“Yunho!”
You turn your head to the sound of your mate's voice, and in an instant, you relax when you hear Seonghwa laughing.
Your gaze falls upon this massive mass of black and crimson fur. They appeared to be a canine, and you got the confirmation when they licked Seonghwa’s face, nudging his hand until he began roughly rustling and ruffling their fur.
“Y…Yunho?” You parrot, slowly coming closer, the knife forgotten. Yunho turned his head towards you and keened.
“This is one of my best friends. What are you doing here?” Seonghwa inquired. Yunho wagged his tail, sitting straight. You were amazed at his massive form, and you nearly forgot to wave in greeting to the canine.
“Wooyoung said we had to meet your partner.” Yunho spoke despite his form. Seonghwa paused, and you could smell the twinge of anxiety in his scent.
“Oh, please. Just come outside, we made this feast for you and it's going to be eaten completely the longer we wait.”
You hear a voice seemingly coming from the sky and Yunho made a gruff keen before turning himself around and lowering himself, seemingly waiting for you both to get on his back.
“Yunho, I’m too big to be riding-”
You jolt as Yunho let out a dramatic yowl, slamming his weight playfully against Seonghwa and nearly knocking him over. Seonghwa caught himself and sent him a scandalous look.
“Fine!” He huffed and turned to you, smiling sweetly and picking you up. He kissed your nose and raised you high, setting you carefully on Yunho’s shoulders. He rumbled and you smile, gently scratching his ears. He radiated warmth, but he wasn’t uncomfortably hot to the touch. Seonghwa mounted him next, wrapping his arms around your waist. Yunho rumbled and stood up to his full height.
If you weren’t tightly clenching your thighs to keep yourself in place, you're sure you’d fall right off. Falling from this height would hurt like a bitch.
Was Yunho as tall as Seonghwa on all fours like this? Was he taller?
"Hold on, I'm going to go fast." He warned before he walked outside. Seonghwa tightened his grip on you, kissing your head before Yunho broadened his stance and took off like a shot.
You let out a scream before you cover your mouth and burst into joyful laughter as Seonghwa held you. Yunho wove through the trees as if he’d done it a thousand times before.
When he stepped foot on the beach, he slowed down to a trot, walking over to a group of men talking amongst themselves.
“I brought them.” Yunho keened, closing his eyes and wagging his tail as the tallest of the group, a man who towered over the others, scratched below his chin.
“Good job. I hope you didn’t startle our new friend too bad.” the man with the golden hair with the deep orange tips spoke. Yunho nudged his hands.
“I didn’t mean to, if I did.”
You look at the two of them and then take the time to survey your surroundings.
Hongjoong is here, his arms crossed as he looked down at a man who was sitting on….air? His legs crossed and a cup of tea to his lips. A man with long hair and a ponytail stood with them, seemingly scolding the man sitting on nothing with his quiet gaze.
There was a fire pit on the beach, and beside that was another man clad in tight, form fitting black clothing. He had part of his pendant in his mouth, and he seemed to be focused on getting the food on the fire cooked to the perfect degree. The man beside him watched on quietly, though he cast you a few cautious glances, the scorpion tail swaying behind him twitching every now and again.
Seonghwa got off first, gently letting you down and smiling before he looked over at the man floating in air. He took a breath, seemingly steadying himself.
“Just wait here, I’ll go talk to-”
“There’s no need.”
You’d blinked, and in an instant. The man with the teacup was floating in front of you, his blue and purple eyes twinkling like the night sky itself. You startle, Seonghwa’s hand instinctively goes in front of you.
“Wooyoung, I want to-”
“I said there’s no need. I’ve learned everything I needed to know already. Isn’t that right, Seal? Or, rather, Y/n?” He inquired, offering his cup to you. You blink at him and then gently take the cup, sniffing.
It smells sweet.
Seonghwa looked stunned, watching the two of you and the look of joy bloom on your face as you sip the tea. Wooyoung smiled casually and leaned back, sending Seonghwa a mysterious smile.
Seonghwa pursed his lips.
“Did…did you do something? You’re taking this a lot…calmer than I expected.” He admitted. Wooyoung shrugged a shoulder.
“Have I done anything? Is there something wrong with me greeting one of my seven’s partners with open arms and a cup of healthy, immune system boosting tea?” He inquired, looking in your direction as you drank another sip, peeking over the rim of the cup at the two of them.
Something about him seemed familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Seonghwa touched his abdomen subconsciously but then he relaxed, putting an arm around you.
“Y/n, these are my seven. They’re…the most important people in my life. I didn’t know everyone would come to greet you.” He shied, rubbing his neck as he looked at the others. Hongjoong shrugged, wearing attire you weren’t familiar with, though he looked comfy as he approached you. It dawned on you that you hadn’t seen him on land until today.
The man who was beside him followed and stopped in front of you, a row of freckles stretched across his cheeks and nose, and a nearly heart-shaped, splotchy birthmark at the corner of his left eye. You stare at him for a moment, taking in the unique look of his eyes. They were an interesting mixture of blues and pastel yellow and they glittered in the morning sun as he smiled sweetly at you.
“My name is Yeosang. I’ve heard you’ve had quite a rough time. If there’s anything I can help you with, please let me know.” He greeted, glancing at your stomach for a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment before looking back at your face.
The man with the gold and orange hair towered above you, smiling and extending his hand.
“Name’s Mingi. The weather is quite nice out here today.”
You took his hand, marveling at how huge every part of him was. Two thick horns sprouted from his forehead and the moment you nodded and greeted him back, you noticed his massive tail swaying to and fro behind him.
Speaking of massive, the dog you’d come to know as Yunho shifted before you all, standing taller than Seonghwa, as well.
The corners of his crimson eyes had smudges as if left from the cinders of a once-burned fire and he smiled from ear to ear as he offered his hand to you, as well.
“Hi, Yunho. Thank you for carrying us here.” You smile and hand Wooyoung back the now-empty teacup. Yunho’s tail wagged so fast, it thumped into Yeosang’s hips.
“Who are they?” You inquire, pointing to the men by the fire pit. Seonghwa took your hand and gently brought you over to the two.
The man with the scorpion tail tensed for a moment before relaxing the moment Mingi sat to his left and Yunho to his right. His ears, rounded, yet cat-like, twitched and swiveled.
“Good morning.” He quietly greeted. You nod and sit across from him.
“Good morning..uh…sorry, what is your name? My name is Y/n.”
“....San.”
He didn’t meet your eyes, but you found Mingi subtly opening his posture so the man could press closer. The small, yet familiar action made you smile.
‘He must be nervous because of something.’ You think, not realizing you’re doing the same, leaning into Seonghwa’s chest as your eyes fall upon the last man.
The one with the black clothes and hazel eyes. He had a laser focus on the food in the fire, his pendant firmly in his mouth as he turned the fish and gently stirred the pot that had what looked like a stew inside of it.
Where on earth did he get that on this island?
“Jongho, baby bear, you’re being rude.” Yeosang gently scolded, touching the back of his neck to get his attention.
He tensed in an instant, his spade-shaped tail sticking straight up. That was the only indication of him being startled aside from his wide eyes. In an instant, he relaxed and looked over the fire at you, smiling.
“Oh, uh. Sorry. I spaced out. My name is Jongho. It’s nice to meet you.” He greeted. He smelled incredibly sweet, almost mouth wateringly so.
You waved at him and introduced yourself, looking at the group.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting all of my mates…seven?” You’re not sure what the significance of them calling each other their ‘seven’, but you don’t pry. They all seem very close with one another, no matter what.
“We figured we might as well stop by and say hello just in case a certain angelfish decided to not bring you around to greet any of us.” Yunho answered, staring as Jongho finally finished one of the bigger pieces. He nodded in his direction and he picked it up right out of the fire, seemingly unbothered by the flames nor the heat of the fish as he immediately tore into it. Mingi followed suit, splitting his piece with San and continuing between bites.
“Our den isn’t exactly ready for other people to be in it.” He rumbled. San made a sour face before biting into his fish to seemingly keep his comment to himself.
He didn’t seem privy on you being in their ‘den’ yet.
You hummed and accepted a cooler piece of fish on a stick Seonghwa had passed over to you. It was full of flavor and you can’t help the seal-like bark of joy that came out of your mouth.
All eyes land on you and you blush, clearing your throat and looking away.
Wooyoung smiled smugly as Seonghwa gently broke off more of his fish to hand to you.
“Jongho, make sure to give our lovely new friend extra.” He instructed. Jongho nodded and handed you a bowl.
You look down into it and tilt your head.
“It’s full of protein, and I brought some freshly harvested veggies to stew in there. I added some spices, too. Not too many, though, I promise. It's very good for you.” Yeosang smiled softly and handed you a spoon. You sniff gently, the aroma smelling slightly spiced and savory. You take a sip with the spoon and smile, going in for more.
Seonghwa leaned over your shoulder, blinking owlishly.
“I want some.”
“It’s not for you.” Hongjoong muttered flatly. Seonghwa gasped in horror while Wooyoung laughed, leaning on Yeosang.
“Why not?! There’s a whole pot full of it!” He complained. Hongjoong arched a brow at him and San eyed the two of you before speaking up.
“Y/n needs the extra protein.” He spoke gently, wiping his mouth. He seemed to be trying to convey something, but it seemed to have gone over Seonghwa’s head.
Instead, you tilt your head and look at the bowl before sneaking him a spoonful anyway.
“It’s okay. I know I’m still growing into my size now that I’m SeaBorn, but I still will share with him, and you all, too. I can’t possibly eat an entire pot full of food all by myself.” You tell them.
They seem to exchange a look with one another before Yeosang sent you a gentle smile.
“Well, it’s alright. We’ll all eat until you’re full. If you want more, just call us back and we’ll be happy to make more. Or, Seonghwa can bring you around The Whetū Faewilds and I can cook something different, but just as nutritious for you.” He cooed, and you can see the freckles along his skin twinkle and glitter.
“I’d love to visit everyone’s home one day. Maybe I can make some food from my old home for you all….”you trail off, thinking about your village.
Oh.
You’d been so engrossed in your new life, you forgot your promise of revenge. You stare idly into your bowl of food, brows pulled together.
Wooyoung looked at you from across the pit, eyes narrowing for a split moment before he gently was slapped on the back of the neck.
“Stop reading the poor girl’s mind.” Yeosang scolded him, his voice low. San, Mingi, and Yunho perked regardless, looking over at you as you nurse your bowl in your hands, unbothered by the heat. Your eyes had begun to bleed into a deep red color.
“Not my fault her thoughts are so loud. That woman’s mind has a storm just festering below all the goody goody emotions Angelfish is giving her.”
Yeosang blinked before he looked over at you, as well. A stormy expression crossed your face before it disappeared the moment Seonghwa kissed you. Your grip on the stone bowl in your hands loosened and you relaxed once more into his grip, clicking and purring as he peppered kisses all over your face.
“Give it a few months, tops. She’ll call us. I’ll bet on it.” He rumbled, leaning on Yeosang. The faerie exhaled and looked at him.
“True as it may be, you need to let it come to pass naturally. For now, stop prying.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re no fun.”
You eat and listen to the stories of the group of unlikely friends until you feel yourself dozing off, your eyes growing heavy. Seonghwa wrapped his arm around you, smiling softly.
“I think it’s time we head to bed, everyone. I promise I’ll be better about visiting.”
San sent him a look and then looked at you instead.
“....I’ll let you in our den if you make him stop by. This one is terrible at keeping his word. He gets too comfortable on this island taking care of sea turtle babies and monkeys and neglects us.”
“I do not!” Seonghwa gasped, scandalized. Jongho snorted and Mingi arched a brow.
“You haven’t stopped by in months.”
“It was during Season! You two were-” His cheeks flared red before he cleared his throat, San's face igniting as well while Mingi stared back, unbothered.
“And I told you, you could have joined. I have two-”
“I’llDoBetterLet’sJustDropIt.” Seonghwa muttered quickly, his face dusted with pink scales. You looked at him before snickering.
“It’s a promise. I want to visit, anyway.” You tell them through a yawn. Hongjoong gently motions with his hand.
“Go rest. We’ll clean up.”
You wave goodbye to them and get on Seonghwa’s back, your limbs dangling as he chuckles and disappeared back into the trees.
The seven remaining men watched the two of you leave and Yeosang glanced at Wooyoung.
“I know what you did in the first meeting, Wooyoung. Must you threaten people like that all the time? What if the stress was too much?” He scolded. Yunho sent them a curious look before tilting his head.
“Did you do something? Is that why I have this weird sense of deja vu?”
Wooyoung yawned, stretching his limbs before he flopped back, his head resting on San’s thighs. San gently ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at him.
“If anyone intends to get near you, they go through me. I needed to see if she was worthy. Besides, she’s not nearly at the point where overstress would be a concern. If I were you, I’d worry about that hatred she’s got in her pretty little head instead of me testing her.” Wooyoung checked his nails before locking eyes with a concerned Yeosang.
“That woman has murder on her mind. It’s below the surface, quieted only by her love for him, but it’s there. All we need is one monumental event, and it’s all over for that sorry-ass village. And when that time comes…”Wooyoung trailed off, humming softly.
“We help. Where she goes, Seonghwa goes and where he goes, we go.” Hongjoong cut in.
In an instant, all of their eyes hardened. Wooyoung’s lip quirked.
“Now who’s the one who’s being threatening?”
Yeosang looked at him flatly and threw a ball of magic his way. It exploded into dandelion-esque puffs and Wooyoung instantly began sneezing.
“Oh, shut up, you sound like a damn villain. Help us clean up the beach.”
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1 Month Later
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You feel the wind blow by you, and your lungs protest from the strain as you rush through the trees.
Several tree branches snap behind you, but you pay it no mind, rushing faster through the island’s forest.
You’re almost there. You’re so close.
Goodness, you’re a bit more winded than usual today, aren’t you?
In the briefest of moments, as your mind trailed off, you feel yourself get swept off of your feet.
“I caught you.”
You look up, sweat running down your temple as you meet Seonghwa’s gaze. He’s looking at you with deep magenta eyes, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.
You smile.
“You won this round. I won before. That means we need a tie breaker.” You tell him through pants, reaching to wipe his face. Seonghwa gently set you on your feet and held you close to him instead, burying his face in your neck.
You look at him, smiling softly. He’s breathing in your scent deep, and with him so close, you find yourself doing the same, grazing your fangs over his shoulder, pressing yourself against his sturdy body.
“How about we do something else?” You coo, running your fingers through damp blonde locks and tugging. Seonghwa purred deep from his core, his cock hard against your thigh as he tilted his head back.
“Kneel for me.”
Seonghwa doesn’t make you ask twice, getting down on one of his knees before you and looking up. You run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back before you lift your thigh and set it on his shoulder, smiling sweetly.
“Go ahead. Enjoy your meal.”
Seonghwa let out a keen, grabbing both of the globes of your ass and pulling you flush against him after muttering a soft ‘thank you’.
You clench and sigh, feeling him work his tongue into you, his claws leaving indents in your skin as he curled his tongue.
You move his head, thigh flexing every now and again as the sparking pleasure from his saliva started to creep into your system.
“Don’t make me cum yet, I want to make a mess of your cocks.”
You watch his pupils dilate, a reverberating growl tearing from his lips as he looked up at you. You smile, sweet as nectar as you push his face flush between your legs, challenging both him and yourself to actually fulfill that wish.
Seonghwa, for his own credit, ate you out slower and more deliberately than he usually did, kneading and panting against your pussy as your juices ran down his chin.
You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of the look on his face when he’s between your legs, dazed with his eyes deep and pink.
He could be there for hours, if you let him. You’d tested that one day and he’d only stopped because your eyes were full of pleasured tears and your legs were trembling.
You pull and tug at his hair and grit your teeth. Reluctantly, he stilled all movement, looking up at you with half lidded eyes.
“Where?” He growled, short and simple. You growl back at him, trembling and impatient.
“Right here. Both.”
He stared at you for a moment before he chuckled and pulled away from you, letting your thigh down and slowly licking his lips. He stood to his full height, backing you against a tree and leaning into your space, tilting your chin up to make you gaze deep into his eyes.
“My, you haven’t had a single time where you didn’t ask me for both.”
You stare back at him, brow arching.
“Why should I? You’re mine and that means both of them are mine too.” You fire back, running your fingers down the expanse of his abdomen until you stopped over the slit at his pelvis, smiling at the way his eyes darkened.
“You’re insatiable.” He whispered, though it distinctly lacked any real reluctance. You smile, regardless.
“Am I?”
“Yeah.”
You pretend to think for a moment before nodding, kissing the tip of his nose.
“Okay.”
He blinked, head tilting, and in an instant, you bolt back through the trees, leaving him stunned in your wake.
“I’ll take care of myself, then~” You call over your shoulder.
It took another second, and you fight the urge not to laugh as you hear the loud, undeniable roar of your name come from behind you.
The birds in the trees squawked and flew off as Seonghwa tore through the island, chasing you with renewed vigor.
“Y/N!”
“Seonghwa~!” You mock him lovingly, calling his name as you make sharp turns and pivots through the familiar terrain. This island had become your home in your time here, you were more than familiar with all it hid.
Seonghwa, of course, knew this place like the back of his hand and in no time he skid into your view, scales shimmering and glittering beautifully in the sun as he laid eyes on you. A smile stretched across his face as you rush to the left, giggling to yourself.
You find yourself at a familiar rock formation, the same from when you first arrived on the island, and realize with a pout that you’ve hit a dead end.
The sound of Seonghwa growling behind you confirmed it and you don’t even get the chance to turn around before you’re being embraced from behind. Seonghwa purred, planting kisses upon your shoulder and up your neck and ear before he nibbled the shell of it, clicking slowly.
“I caught you again. What do I win?” He purred. You smile and turn your head to kiss him, taking one of his hands and guiding it between your legs. He got the hint, long fingers working you open while he held you flush against his body.
You sigh and relax into his grip, moaning as your head rolled onto his shoulder. Seonghwa kissed you with an urgency his fingers did not share, and the mixed speeds made your head spin.
You move his other hand to your breast, smiling as he kneaded it in his free hand, rutting his cocks against your ass. You can feel him dribbling against the dimples at the small of your back and you have a passing thought.
‘He’s wasting it.’
You’ve long since stopped being flustered about these thoughts, and cup your hand over his, pushing your own fingers in beside his as you kiss him with a tad more aggression.
“Want you.” You growl, hoping he gets the hint. Seonghwa moaned into the kiss and pinched your nipple between two fingers.
“Bend over.”
You pull your fingers from yourself, sending him a searing look over your shoulder as you lick them clean. Seonghwa followed the movement with his eyes before they drifted up to yours.
“Ah ah, down here.” You spread your legs and hold your folds open, your core aching. Seonghwa pressed himself against you in an instant, slowly guiding his cock coated in essence into you first. Your eyes nearly roll back at the pleasure of finally having his warmth inside of you. A shaky gasp left your mouth as he held your hip, pushing the other into you once he was sure you’d adjusted to the first properly.
Seonghwa waited until you were ready, kissing your head and singing sweet nothings into your hair.
“Put your arms back.” He instructed and you do so, feeling him work one of his arms through both of yours, pinning them back as he slowly rolled his hips forward and keeping you arched.
“Seonghwa~”
“You’ve become such a fast baby, Y/n. I wonder what you would have done if you got away from me. Maybe I should’ve let you this time, just sit back and watch you pleasure yourself just right.” He growled against your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth. You whine, clenching down possessively on his cocks.
He noticed, a deep, throaty groan ripping from his chest as he snapped his hips up before reminding himself he wanted to drive you crazy, slowing himself back down.
“I would have called to you-ah…faster, it’s too slow-” You whimper, trying to rock your hips back. Seonghwa’s arm flexed between yours as he held them back, clicking his tongue in your ear.
“I’m enjoying my mate. Be still.”
You shudder and feel yourself gush around him. Your body is getting hotter again, and you loosen up. Feeling precum run between your thighs as he moved faster over time.
You stand on your tiptoes as he rocked into you, moaning his name like a chorus as he nuzzled your neck.
“Sweet…you smell so sweet.” He panted, both of his cocks rocking hard into your gspot at the same time.
You feel your brain disconnect for a moment, your mouth falling open before a guttural moan of pleasure fell from your lips as Seonghwa repeated the action. Encouraged by your song, he angled his hips, focusing on making you melt in his arms, his teeth sinking into your shoulder.
Beautiful, glittering silver droplets run down as you feel him let go of your arms, pressing them above your head on the smooth rock wall as he thrusted into you.
“Seonghwa! S-seonghwa slow down I’m gonna cum-” You try fruitlessly to drag it out for longer. Seonghwa had other plans, his free hand finding its way between your legs, rubbing your clit in rapid circles as he licked your shoulder bites closed.
“Cum for me, then. You sound s-so pretty for me, clenching me like a vice….c’mon, don’t hold back. Make a mess. That’s what you want right? To make a mess of your mate’s cocks?” He chuckled into your ear, both of his cocks throbbing deep inside of you. You can feel them, and your mouth waters at the undeniable need to be bred swirling in your mind.
“K-kiss me?” You plead, nearly crying in relief as he immediately tilted his head to do so, his tongue melding against yours as you feel yourself standing on your tiptoes due to the force of his thrusts and his heights.
Your stomach bulges from the size of his cocks and the moment you hear him growl ‘I love you’ into the kiss, you feel yourself clench down, fingers flexing and clenching as you came with a spine-shaking orgasm.
Seonghwa moaned, your scent flooding his senses as he sped up his own thrusts, cumming deep inside of you and keeping himself still as he kissed you, keeping you pinned between him and the wall.
“Love you, I love you.” You pant, mewling as you look back at him, your eyes no doubt matching his in their magenta color. He smiled and hugged you close, keeping himself inside of you.
“I love you.” He rumbled, letting both of you catch your breaths and settle down before pulling out, watching as his cum and essence roll out in thick pearls, leaving a glittering puddle on the stone between your legs.
You pant, and for a moment, you consider cupping yourself to keep it inside, but you blush and perish the thought, instead.
Seonghwa picked you up, kissing your temple and carrying you off to the waterfall where you both had first gotten intimate. He gently guided you into the water, chuckling at the way your legs instantly shifted into your tail.
You look down and he ran his fingers over your tail, smiling fondly.
"Your tail really is beautiful."
You look at the gray speckles and purse your lips.
"Yours is stunning. Mine is just…"you trail off and Seonghwa clicks disapprovingly.
"Beautiful." He ran his fingertips in small loops, tracing words of love and patterns of lace along your tail and chuckling as you shudder.
"You can always tell the difference between a Seaborn who was born that way and one who used to be human. We call them Reborns, at least, the older generations did. As Hongjoong told you, humans who were turned into Seaborn will retain mammal traits. Namely, the tail." Seonghwa hummed, drumming his fingers along your tail. You look at his face, watching the cogs turn.
"Everything else is basically the same no matter the type. Our strength, our longevity, our basic anatomies, how we give birth, it's very similar regardless of being Reborn or Seaborn." He continued, beginning to wash your tail with long caresses after opening the container of self-made soap he'd left at this particular waterfall since it held sentimental value for you both.
"How do Seaborns give birth?" You inquire. He blushed and rubbed his neck.
"Laying eggs and keeping them warm?
You blink at him.
"Laying eggs…and then keeping them warm after that?"
"Yes."
"Like a chicken?"
Seonghwa gave you a funny look, his eyebrows and nose scrunching up.
"....did you just compare us to chickens?"
"....its kinda chicken-like"
He stared flatly at you and pushed you into the water further, face deadpan as you came back up laughing.
"Seonghwa! I'm right!"
"No, wash yourself, chicken girl"
You snicker and come close to him, resting your arms on his knees as you feel him work his hands into your hair, gently washing and scratching your scalp.
“Our village is fortunate. There is an underwater volcano within our territory. There is a nursery nearby that is protected by magic and round the clock security. This is for couples who are active in hunting or may not have time to incubate them above water, in sand. During particularly busy egg hatching seasons, Yunho will come and stay within one of Hongjoong’s gardens and use his body heat to keep them warm. We have had our numbers quadruple and our success rate for hatching guppies almost perfect itself because of him and Yeosang enchanting our nursery gardens for Hongjoong." Seonghwa explained, purring softly as you close your eyes.
You don't even realize the way your tail slapped the surface of the water, just enjoying the feeling of him taking care of you. He chuckled and reached in, picking you up out of the water as he continued to wash you.
His hand wanders as he sings and hums to you, but so do your lips, and it takes but a few minutes of him cleaning his essence and cum out of you before you press your face into his throat, kissing and nibbling at his pulse.
Seonghwa opened his mouth to tease you again, but paused. Once again he can smell it. That sweet scent lacing your usual one.
His fingers twitched. As you place nips and kisses along the edges of some of his scales, you can hear him rumbling.
".....sweet."
You look at him, blinking.
"Sweet?"
"Yes. You smell sweet."
You blink before you hum quietly. Your eyes drift between your legs.
"Your fingers are still inside of me."
Seonghwa’s platinum scales along his cheekbones and the corners of his eyes turn a dusty pink, but all he did was hold you close.
"Y/n."
"Yes, Seonghwa?"
You can tell there was nothing to panic about-yet-Seonghwa had spoken in a calm tone, his scales never paling or his scent tinging with fear.
Instead, excitement? Nervousness?
"I think you're pregnant."
You stare at him.
He stared back.
For a while, you think the world had stopped, had it not have been for the rushing sound of the water behind you and the gentle, steady sound of splashing as he continued to wash you with gentle, reverent hands.
Then, your eyes well up. Seonghwa bit his lip and smiled as you bring your hand to your stomach.
“Pregnant?”
“Your scent has changed. It’s sweeter than usual, gentler.”
He gently ran his hand over your stomach, landing on top of yours.
Tears roll down your cheek as you pull him down for a kiss, feeling like you were floating. He smiled into it, holding you securely as you both sang and purred words of love and adoration to one another.
That would explain…a lot, actually. The hunger you felt growing steadily, your portions growing significantly, getting winded easier while doing work around the island and in the ocean, and the increased clinginess from Seonghwa.
You two clean up and Seonghwa held your hands in his, smiling softly.
“How about we visit The Whetū Faewilds tomorrow? Yeosang may be able to help us out. He’s really good at helping out new families and I want him to give you a protection enchantment. I need to see if I can have my own seagarden somewhere here for our eggs so you can lay them separate from everyone elses. Maybe if Yunho brings a magma stone we can keep them warm on our own and-”
You watch fondly as Seonghwa excitedly chattered on about setting up your own nursery for your eggs. You cup his cheek minutes later and he stops mid-sentence, looking into your eyes.
Neither of you say a word and he simply pressed his cheek into your palm, smiling.
“Let’s get settled into bed early. We’ll leave for Yeosang’s early tomorrow.” Seonghwa suggested. You nod and smile, letting him carry you off to bed, a new kind of joy settling in your body as you cuddle into his arms that night.
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“So how are we getting to Yeosang’s faewilds? Do we swim?” You inquire, looking over at Seonghwa the following morning as you both stand on the beach.
Seonghwa fiddled with his ear, blinking as they brushed against a peridot earring.
He had a feeling something had been misaligned, but couldn’t put his finger on what. Instead, he gripped the earring and called out to the ocean.
“Wooyoung?”
There’s a silence that stretches between you both. The ocean swayed calmly, unbothered.
Seonghwa furrowed his brow and opened his mouth.
“I’m right here. What do you need?”
Both of you look behind you, finding Wooyoung standing on the air above both of you, looking down as you clutch your chest, startled. Seonghwa rubbed the small of your back and Wooyoung cocked a brow.
“You two don’t look like you’re in danger. What do you want?” He yawned, stepping off of whatever invisible platform of air he was standing on, getting right in both of your faces.
“We need a lift to The Whetū Faewilds, please.” Seonghwa informed him, smiling in greeting. Wooyoung blinked before looking at you.
Whether you noticed or not, you’d been idly rubbing small circles along your stomach, taking note of the subtle bulge forming.
“Oh, good. You both realized she’s pregnant. I see.” Wooyoung stretched and ignored the stammering coming from Seonghwa.
“You knew?”
“We all knew. Now, c’mon before I change my mind. I don’t recall when it was I said I was suddenly a transportation service.” Wooyoung grumbled. He took a few steps towards the ocean, and you could see trails of stardust glinting with his every step.
You blink.
His feet never actually made contact with the sand, now that you looked closer.
Wooyoung made a sweeping motion and in an instant, a tear appeared before you all. You frown, looking at the unnatural tear space and peer through it, holding Seonghwa’s hand. Through it, you can see a lush forest.
“I don’t have all day, go on.” Wooyoung urged, nodding towards the tear. Seonghwa smiled at you, kissing your knuckles before he pulled you towards the spacial tear, guiding you into it.
Immediately, the aroma around you changes.
The smell of sea salt disappeared into the distance, now replaced with fresh rain and flowers. You breathe deep, smiling as it caresses you and brings about an instant calm. The forest seemed to welcome your presences, and you watch as a tiny, cotton ball shaped entity bounced over to you.
It made a noise you could only describe as a puppy-like squeak before it ran down a row of fragrant plumeria and gardenia bushes.
“That’s a faerie, they’re leading us to Yeosang.” Seonghwa explained. You smile and turn to thank Wooyoung, but find him already missing.
“Oh-uh, okay, let’s go.” You take Seonghwa’s hand and follow the fae through the forest. You are careful not to step on any flowers along the way. A few other fae peeked out of the bushes, watching you before they began following you both, some of them cooing and climbing up Seonghwa’s body with a sense of familiarity.
You smile, watching as the small glowing puffs dot your mate. One of them crossed the bridge between your and his shoulders, squeaking as it pressed against your cheek and began to shake in what you assumed was excitement.
“Ah, you’re here. Welcome.”
You look up and blink in surprise, finding yourself standing in front of a beautiful hut in the center of a village you don’t remember walking into. You look around, lips parted as you spy faeries of all shapes and sizes, looking curiously at you as they held fruit and flora in various baskets.
Your eyes drift back in front of you and you find Yeosang smiling softly at you both, his hair secured back in a clip and a dangling jewled hairclip catching your attention as he walked closer.
“You kept your word and stopped by. I appreciate it. We’ve missed you,Seonghwa, and my people have wanted to greet you, Y/n.” He gently gave Seonghwa a hug. Seonghwa closed his eyes and leaned down, pressing his forehead to Yeosang’s. Yeosang closed his eyes back, gently holding Seonghwa’s forearms.
When they pulled away, Yeosang muttered something in a tongue you couldn’t understand, smiling softly before he looked at you.
“Do you mind?” He asked, holding his arms open. You smile and lean into his embrace without a second’s hesitation. Yeosang smiled and hugged you back. He pulled away after a moment or two and you follow what Seonghwa had done, closing your eyes and tilting your head up slightly. You miss the small look of surprise on Yeosang’s face before it melted into a fond look, with him leaning down to press his forehead to yours, breathing gently.
A sense of warmth and welcome washed over you, and just like with Seonghwa, Yeosang pulled away and muttered something. This time you could understand him.
‘Welcome home.’
Seonghwa put his arm around you and guided you into Yeosang’s home, sitting down first and patting his lap. You sit down with a small blush, settling into his embrace as Yeosang began to move about his home, grabbing some decorative cups and setting them in front of you both before he set down a few small ceramic bowls.
“So, I can smell the excitement on you both, and I noticed you had Wooyoung bring you here instead of making the day-long swim…I’m assuming you both have come to realize you are with children, yes?” Yeosang inquired, his movements graceful as he removed the lids of each bowl. You lift your head to peek, seeing dried flowers and fruit inside of each one, as well as the one at the end having some form of glittering powder.
“Was I really the last to know?” Seonghwa frowned. You laugh behind your hand and kiss his jaw after turning your head and Yeosang chuckled, gently adding certain petals and leaves to a small bag, tucking them carefully into it.
“It’s alright. Love is as exhilarating as it is blinding.” Yeosang mused, looking at both of you with a gentle fondness in his eyes.
“How are you feeling, Miss?” He inquired. You wave gently.
“Y/n is fine, Yeosang. I’ve been slowing down a bit but I’m okay. I imagine in the next eight months that may change drastically.”
Both he and Seonghwa looked at you curiously before Yeosang hummed gently, adding dried apple and lemon to one bag.
“Seaborns do not hold their eggs for nine months like humans do their young. You will probably need to lay in about two or so months. You’re a month in, so you’ll notice your body adjusting and changing fairly quickly from here on out.” He explained. You feel your lips part, staring at him in surprise.
“Two months?”
“Or somewhere about that time, yes. I recommend you keep your stress levels down and try and stay away from dangerous situations until then.” He met your eyes and you feel like there’s something he’s not saying in this moment. You don’t look away, rubbing Seonghwa’s knuckles as he adjusted his embrace.
“What would I be doing that’s dangerous, Yeosang?”
Yeosang’s eyes didn’t betray anything in his head, and instead he only shrugged a shoulder.
“I don’t know, I’m just warning you regardless.”
He put the bags in the cups and gently poured the water into them. A pleasant aroma flooded the room and you find yourself sniffing eagerly, watching as he covered each cup with a small lid made of some kind of wood.
He closed his eyes and took a moment, seemingly thinking before he looked at you both once more.
“You would like me to place a protective enchantment on your womb, correct?” Yeosang inquired. You and Seonghwa nod in unison and Yeosang hummed, staring at the cups.
“Have you chosen a place to lay your clutch?” He inquired, looking into Seonghwa’s eyes.
“On the island, in a mini spring with a waterfall.”
“Is it deep enough to have a magma stone placed in it without overheating it?”
“I would need a smaller stone than usual, but yes. It's a good twenty-five feet deep. At least.”
Yeosang tapped his lip and nodded quietly, humming to himself. He took the lid off of the cups and gently grabbed some of the glittering dust from the final ceramic bowl, sprinkling it into your cup before smiling softly and handing it to you.
“Here.”
You take a moment to take a deep breath, enjoying the aroma of hibiscus mixed with dried fruit. You sip gently and lean back against Seonghwa’s chest fully.
“How many guppies do Seaborns usually have?”
Yeosang looked at Seonghwa, arching a brow. Seonghwa rubbed your hips, putting his chin over your head.
“If all goes well, usually two or three. If they aren't incubated properly, they won’t make it. We also would have to watch for predators. Usually, the creatures of the ocean stray clear of Seaborns but nurseries that aren't properly guarded have been known to have opportunity hunters go after the eggs.” he sighed.
The sound of a growl drew both of their attention to you. A deep leer settled on your face, your eyes bleeding into crimson as you gripped the cup tight.
“Baby?”
“I’ll kill anything that comes near my fucking babies, Seonghwa.”
He blinked in surprise before he rubbed your hips and kissed your cheek.
“I know, baby. Nothing will get close to our nursery.”
Yeosang watched the two of you and moved closer, sitting in front of you.
“Can you lift your shirt? Just so I can see your stomach?” He inquired. Seonghwa moved his hands away from yours so you could decide and after you sit up a bit, you lift your shirt up until it was bunched over your belly.
Yeosang’s eyes gleamed, and he held his hand over your stomach, fingertips glowing. He blinked for a moment before he exhaled, laughing to himself. You frown at him, worry settling in your brow.
“What? What’s wrong?” You ask quickly. He waved and pressed his palm firmly against your belly.
“Nothing, just thinking. Hold still for a moment.” He instructed. You hold your breath without thinking. Yeosang’s fingertips begin to glow with a soft, pastel yellow twinkle, small symbols appearing around the curve of your stomach before he pulled his hand away and gently lowered your shirt.
“I’ve put some protective magic over your womb. Remember to be careful, it doesn’t make you immune to injuries, but it simply makes it easier for you with carrying and eventually when you lay. I’ll send you both home with some fae meals to keep your energy high and boost your health. Because you are a Reborn, you will find that your body will most likely begin to lactate, as well. Only Reborns can, seeing as you hold onto your mammal genetics to some extent. You can come back to me when your guppies are born and I will provide you with more Fae meals in order to keep your body healthy and cleansed of toxins so you can nurse them…if you choose to do so.” Yeosang explained, moving to sit back down, taking a sip of the tea in front of him. You touch your stomach ever so slightly and looked over at the kind Fae man.
“That’s so kind of you…all of this is…Is there anything I can to repay you for your kindness?”
Seonghwa kissed your head and pressed a kiss to your temple.
“Yeosang, I’d like to show her around the village and your forest. Is it alright if I do it alone? I want her to see the Vermillion Gardens. If you don’t want anyone there, I understand, too.” Seonghwa spoke gently, and you could tell from the way Yeosang had paused his drinking, this was something of a special place.
He rose his gaze up to the two of you before he smiled, his nose scrunching slightly.
“Just be mindful of the flowers. Do not stray too far from them. My Faewilds may be friendly towards those I welcome here, but that does not mean you shouldn’t watch your own back.“
Seonghwa smiled wide and took your hand, pulling you out of the hut and guiding you through the beautiful village.
Yeosang watched the two of you leave and sat down, bringing a cup of tea up to his lips.
“I never expected you to be such a softie for an addition of The Fold.” He spoke into the brim of the cup. For a moment, there was no response in the seemingly empty room.
Then,
“A ‘softie’? You wound me. I don’t give a damn about that woman or those kids, I just want to make sure-”
“There was an Eldritch rune on her womb long before I touched her. I wonder who that came from.” Yeosang cut him off and motioned to the empty spot beside him, his fingers glowing as a second cup of tea began brewing. Sure enough, Wooyoung emerged, taking a seat beside him, pouting.
“I really can’t hide a thing from you, huh?” He grumbled. Yeosang sent him a smile, eyes twinking with mirth.
“No, you can’t. I don’t even know why you try at this point.”
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You step carefully as you trek through the Vermillion Garden, the petals of countless spider lilies tickling your ankles as you walk beside Seonghwa. There was a gazebo in the center of the field and Seonghwa carefully helped you sit in a bench, touching you with added care, as if you were to lay at any moment.
It was as equally adorable as it was endearing.
Seonghwa put an arm around you, looking at the illuminated flowers as he took a deep breath. You admire your surroundings, holding Seonghwa’s hand.
“This flower field…is it special?” You inquire. Seonghwa nodded, looking up at the stars above. The sky was a much different color than the one back on the beach.
Instead of a pitch black or a deep blue, the night sky was a deep purple. A shimmering aurora flowed through the sky above the two of you, and for a few moments, you forget to breathe, simply taking it all in.
“The heart and soul of the Faewilds. It all started here. Yeosang always brought us here when something good would happen in our lives. Something about the flowers helping lift the soul and spirit. So…its only right I bring you here.”
You blush and smile, kissing him slowly. Around you, the flowers begin the glow, wisps of light dancing around the night sky like fireflies. You cup Seonghwa’s face, feeling like you were floating.
P: Renjun x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, headcanon, university au | Inc: studying(duh), general studying habits, pomodoro technique, procrastination, study snacks | Wc: 264 | W: food (i.e study snacks) | R: G
Min's notes; @flowerjun here you go bby <3
A study date! Something I have never had!
Renjun is probably the perfect person to have a study date with
Especially if you wanna be productive and get shit done but also have a laugh as well
We all know he comes prepared; study plan, neat stationary, the works
He does leave getting the study snacks to you though
Mostly because he likes seeing what you bring for each session
He’s a strict believer of the pomodoro technique, in particular the 30 min work/ 5 min break routine
If you’re studying the same class together, he makes sure the both of you are understanding the material
If you’re not in the same class together, he asks if you can help make sure he knows what he’s studying in depth
Definitely returns the favour
If you’re not already studying in the library, his favourite go-to spots are work cafés and stopping by each other’s houses/dorm rooms
He doesn’t strike me as someone who procrastinates often, and he very much tries to get you into the same habit of getting started with work on time
But he is forgiving <3
He’s not going to come for your neck if you tend to procrastinate sometimes
You’re human, it happens
Will scold you if it becomes a fixed habit though, don’t get me wrong
He wants you to get the best results you can
Cause if he’s gonna graduate, you’re gonna be a damn fool if you think he’s gonna let you not hold that diploma
Warnings: mentions of previous fights, mentions of heartbreak, lots of tears, breaking up, a physical fight, bruised lip, bloody nose, more crying, some curse words... that should be it
Wordcount: 1.307
A/N: Am I obsessed with this song? Yeah, pretty much since it came out. Do I love the band? With my whole heart! Do I have more written based on there songs? Yep, yep I have more. But for now, please enjoy this one shot and tell me what you think!
You heard the banging on the door clearly through your now empty apartment. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you sat between a bunch of moving boxes.
The banging continued and you even heard the dull pleas from Dojoon on the other side of the door.
He kept pounding against it for the past twenty minutes already but you couldn’t bring yourself to get back to the door again after you shut it prior.
When he first knocked you had opened the door, forgetting to look through the little spy hole who was there. Your breath got caught in your lungs when you saw the disheveled figure of Dojoon in front of you. He had one hand stemmed into his side, inhaling the air greedily as if he just ran a marathon.
“You’re leaving?” He all but gasped, his eyes searching your face for something you weren’t sure of.
You didn’t know what to answer him. Sure, you were leaving this apartment but you weren’t about to drop from the surface of the earth. Additionally you didn’t want to leave, you didn’t want to leave him but the constant fights and yelling and heartbreak made you consider to finally cut ties.
There was only so much your heart could take.
“I know I can make you mad and it probably wasn’t the best idea to ignore your calls when you needed me but please, you can’t do this to me. To us.”
You noticed the tears welling up in his eyes and how he fidgeted with his hands, wanting to touch you, hold your hand but unsure how you’d react to it.
“Please, yell at me, curse me, cry. You can even punch me, whatever it takes, please. Please, don’t leave.”
You bit on your lower lip, trying to keep your emotions at bay. You still loved him, your heart and body yearned for him to hold you but wrapping your arms around your torso had to make do. Soft sniffles escaped your lips as you slowly started to shake your head. “It’s too late for that”, you whispered, voice breaking into a sob.
Dojoon tried reaching out for you but you hurridly stepped back and shut the door between the both of you.
With the barrier between you the sobs broke out freely, shaking your whole body in the process. You pulled yourself away from the door and back to the living room, where you broke down between the moving boxes.
Ever since Dojoon hammered against your door as he simultaneously called your cell phone over and over again. After the first three times you turned off the sound and vibrations. Now you only stared at the screen lighting up whenever he tried calling you again.
By now your tears had dried and your senses dulled, letting you sit apathetically on the floor and stare into nothingness. Everything shifted into the background as you disconnected yourself from the whole situation. You hardened your heart and numbed your emotions until you practically became a shell of yourself. You didn’t know how much time passed, having lost the sense of it in your state.
Loud yelling from outside of your apartment pulled you back to reality. You sluggishly turned your head towards the front door, needing several seconds to actually focus on your sense of hearing before you were able to register the words that got screamed.
You hesitantly got up and moved back to the door, staring at it warily. Now you heard a voice that didn’t belong to Dojoon. A voice that sounded quite aggressive and not like the desperate tone Dojoon had while he yelled at your door. You flinched when something or maybe even someone got slammed into your door. After a few heartbeats you ever so slowly creeped up to your door, peeking through the spy hole.
You gasped and clasped your hand in front of your mouth, seeing one of your neighbours down the floor fighting with Dojoon.
Without thinking you opened the door and rushed out on the hallway. “Stop it!” You clasped your hands in front of your chest, staring at the two men in front of you with wide, shaking eyes.
Both of them turned their heads to you, one with a bloody nose and the other with a bruised lip.
“What are you doing?”
They looked at each other and back at you, both of them starting to explain two different reasons at the same time.
You stared at them in disbelief. Even though they had talked at the same time you got the gist of it. Your neighbour thought Dojoon was bothering or even low key harassing you and decided to take matters in his own hand to help you, while Dojoon wanted him to leave again so he could talk to you.
Dojoon pushed your neighbour away, turning and even taking a step towards you.
You hit his chest without much force, feeling the tears welling up once again. “What were you thinking?”
Your neighbour looked between the both of you, narrowing his eyes momentarily before he sighed and walked back to his own apartment.
You hit Dojoon again, crying silently in frustration. Dojoon caught your fists and pressed them against his chest, smoothing them out until your palms rested on his chest and followed the movement of his breathing. “I fucked up”, he whispered and leaned down to place his forehead against yours.
“You can’t build a world out of broken dreams. You need to let me go”, you told him as you tried controlling your sobs again. You moved one of your hands up to his cheek, thumb lightly brushing over his bruised lip. “You can’t make me come back to you. Not like this.”
Dojoon inhaled sharply and closed his eyes, his brows furrowing as if he was in pain. A tear rolled down his cheek and when he opened his eyes again you noticed how red they were.
“Please.” Now you were pleading for him to understand. “Please, let me go.”
“How could I?” Dojoon exhaled shakily, slowly realising this was a fight he was about to lose. “How could I let you go? I know I don’t deserve you and I took so much for granted and I just realised that I need you like you needed me.” His hands tightened around the one on his chest, the fear of losing you way too palpable.
“Please.”
Dojoon stared at you with red rimmed eyes, tears silently running down his cheek. It mirrored your expression almost perfectly, though they had slightly different reasons. With a defeated cry Dojoon dropped your hand, accepting his fate. “So I really can’t make you come back to me.” He rubbed over his eyes with his sleeve, silently cursing himself for being so stupid.
Your lips quivered as you leaned forward and pressed them one last time against his bruised ones. The kiss tasted salty and conveied all the regret and the love you two still felt.
“Thank you”, you whispered while you stepped back, your hand ever so slowly dropping from his cheek. You looked at him one last time, clutching the door as if your life depended on it.
“I hope you’ll come back to me.” Dojoon looked at you with hopeful eyes. “One day at least.”
You mustered a crooked smile as you closed the door, not daring to answer him without breaking down once more. You leaned against the closed door, silently listening to his retreating steps.
He could make you mad, he could make you scream. He definitely could make you cry and made you actually leave. Sometimes he even made you hate him for everything, even hate yourself for saying things you didn’t mean. But you couldn’t say whether he could make you come back to him.
P: Jisung x female reader | G: timestamp, fluff, comfort, established relationship au | Inc: period pain, movie night, blanket fort, dropping a glass | Wc: 353 | W: broken glass, period mention| R: G
Min's notes; fully inspired by the time my cramps were so bad i was frozen still in my kitchen. i didn't break a glass tho-
Y/n freezes when the glass slips out of her hand, breath caught in her throat as shockwaves of pain go up the lower part of her back. There’s broken glass on the floor, water everywhere and period-induced agony; it’s overwhelming. Unable to bring herself to move even a step, y/n’s rooted to the spot, tears very quickly burning her eyes.
“Baby?” Jisung calls out, and y/n feels the drip of tears on her cheek, unable to call out to her boyfriend, “is everything okay? Did something break?”
The resulting silence consumes Jisung, compelling him to untangle himself from the blanket fort and wonder into the kitchen. Worries chip away at him during the short distance from the living room and the kitchen, and Jisung’s heart drops when he sees y/n. Standing with glass at her feet.
He sees the tears, and more or less leaps into action.
“Lift your foot for me?” He asks, brushing what he can into the dustpan and checking for any cuts. There aren’t any, and relief ultimately washes into his chest. He dries the water off of the floor, drops the cloth in the sink and offers to help y/n walk into the living room to continue their movie night.
Y/n melts into her boyfriend’s arms, basking in his embrace. The pain’s still there, and y/n allows herself to be waddled into the living room, bundling under the blanket fort, and pulling the nearest cushion flush against her abdomen. Jisung returns a few moments later, hot water bottle in one hand, painkillers, and a glass water in the other. Her saviour.
“Delivery for my favourite person ever?”
“Han Jisung you’re a godsend.” She downs the painkillers, replacing the cushion with the hot water bottle. The relief is immediate, and y/n plants several appreciative kisses onto Jisung’s face.
“Thank you baby, and, you know, about the glass—”
“Don’t worry about it~ it’s just one glass, we can replace it, but” Jisung shuffles in closer, bringing his face right up to y/n’s ear. “A few more kisses would be perfect, you know?”
pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au
Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love
Warnings: slow burn, angst, talks about sexual assault, talks about being drugged, nosey people, rumors, boxing, drinking.
Rating: mature, 18+
w.c: 11.7k
Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”
a/n: hello, I'm here after thousands of years. Thank you so much for sticking around I know I can't upload as often as I used to :( Lololol and I couldn't wait unti tomorrow^^ Also this chapter was very heavy for me to write, but I'm happy that I did it! That's all lmk your thoughts and I will see you when I see you :))
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It took you almost three hours to fall asleep.
You felt all giddy and excited for the morning to come, so much so that you woke up before your alarm without a complaint. Everything just felt so much simpler and brighter. You didn’t groan when the morning light peeked through the little slits between your blinds. You didn’t hesitate to push the white duvet from your body. And you practically skipped to the kitchen where Namjoon danced to his own rhythm as he prepared what seemed to be kimchi eggs.
At least that’s what your nose was hinting at. If you weren’t so distracted by the pleasant tangy smell, you would’ve noticed it the second you walked through his kitchen arcs. Maybe you would’ve had enough time to keep your jaw from hitting the floor, but it was like he sensed you despite your slow movements and turned around the moment you walked in.
“I made you breakfast.”
There was Kim Namjoon in all his perfect glory. Smiling. Shirtless. With a pair of black sleeping shorts hanging just below the navel of his abs, a light brown apron to protect him from the gas stove. You couldn’t see everything but you could see enough, and if enough was what was making you shake, then you were thankful you couldn’t see everything.
“Did you sleep well?” He cocked his head to the side as he plated your eggs on one of your ceramic plates with painted clouds on it. The stark contrast between his decor and yours was starting to morph into each other, slowly becoming perfect molds of the other and you had only been living together for a day.
“U-um, yeah my mattress is much more comfortable than my old one so I slept like I was on a cloud.” You said in a soft whisper as you slowly made your way to the barstool. Once you were seated you looked at the absolute feast in front of you.
Perfectly scrambled eggs with kimchi, a side salad, peanut butter toast topped with a perfect circle of sliced bananas, and a small bowl of tofu soup. This wasn’t like any breakfast you could ever make yourself. It was more than you deserved.
Suddenly you felt like crying. It’s only been a day since your compromise. You didn’t expect him to do a complete one eighty in the last twelve hours since you last saw each other. You were expecting small arguments here and there before they slowly died down. The domesticity of it all was slightly overwhelming, but you didn’t get enough to react like you would’ve liked because he was clumsily working his way through the kitchen again. Turning on the stove and mixing ingredients right before your eyes.
He looked so comfortable, effortless. You felt like a misplaced doll.
“What are you doing?” Was what came out of your mouth instead of the ‘thank you’ you had been mindlessly repeating over and over in your head. He chuckled, turning his head giving you a sweet dimpled smile.
He had to be messing with you. Not even the Namjoon you knew before acted like this. He never smiled wide enough to make his dimples appear and his eyes turn into little half moons. Unless it was towards his mother, who always made him turn into the sweet little boy she helped raise along with her son.
“I’m making us lunch. I figured we should clear out the fridge as much as possible to restock with new produce.” He shrugs and turns his attention back to the lilac frying pan he was using. Before you can answer with whatever obscenity your frontal lobe was currently developing. He spoke up again, “I’ve finished most of it already but when you’re done eating can you cut up the kiwi’s for me.” He finishes, continuing his task.
Certainly you’ve woken up in a different dimension. Are you still dreaming? This was most definitely not the same Namjoon who you were arguing with just a couple of days ago. Maybe it was his long lost twin brother that his entire family had kept hidden until now. Though, that theory would’ve been debunked with the amount of times you spent at his parents house doing Jungkook’s laundry for him. Maybe he fell last night and hit his head against one of his curated art pieces.
Come to think of it, you did wake up to the sound of something falling last night at around three in the morning.
That just had to be it!
“Are you okay?”
Namjoon stops and reaches his arm over, circling his fingers around the black knob to turn off the gas. He waits for the flame to die down before placing the pink rubber spatula on one of your cat holders. He turns around slowly, moving a bit to the side and leans against his perfect marble counter. One hand resting firmly on his hip.
He tilts his head to one side and narrows his eyes at you in suspicion. “I’m perfectly fine, why do you ask?” He replies through a forced gritted smile. His calm and composed demeanor falters for a second and you almost let out a sigh of relief.
There had been no alien abduction last night. The last and final theory you had come up with. The Namjoon you knew was still present, and he was slightly annoyed.
“You’re not being you?” You confess pushing your eggs around on your plate.
Namjoon scoffs and pushes himself away from the counter and begins to untie his apron. You’re in the middle of your first bite, when you see him throw it onto his kitchen island. Your eyes almost fall out of their sockets when you finally get a glimpse of his faint abdominal muscles. But what really has you swallowing fast so you don’t choke on your food is his chest. And the bulging muscles of his arms as he crosses them in front of him.
Did he turn off the air con? It is suddenly really hot in this kitchen.
“I don’t think you know me well enough to make that assumption.” He speaks up, taking you out of your trance. Right, you think. This isn’t time to shamelessly ogle at Namjoon’s body. You’re in a serious conversation? At least that’s the direction it seems to be heading. Whatever type of conversation you could currently be having with Namjoon, his tone of voice and accusatory glance triggers something in you. You’ve forgotten the compliment about how his hard work at the gym is paying off. The heatwave is replaced with a wave of defense and you’re up in a seconds ready to stand your ground in a battle that you have unintentionally started.
“I’m just saying Namjoon, you’re acting completely different than the person you were just last night.”
Namjoon shakes his head, grabs hold of the pan and sets it on top of an old kitchen rag. “You wanted a compromise, this is me trying. You wanted to be friends, so I’m treating you like how I treat all of my friends.” He mumbles and opens a lilac tupperware and begins to plate the spinach spaghetti aglio he had been making this entire time.
Defeated, you sit back down on the barstool. So, this is what being Namjoon’s friend was like. What were you all of those years ago?
It’s that realization that has you standing again, almost knocking down the barstool, catching Namjoon’s attention whipping his head in your direction, a confused look on his face. The conversation isn’t over yet, and he guesses it’s because that stubborn part of you that always needed to have the last word is still in there. He finds it just as infuriating as he did all those years ago.
“So you basically beg all of your friends to marry you?” You start, the accusation isn’t enough to fire up Namjoon. That is until you open your mouth again. “You kiss all your friends too.” You mumble, looking around his kitchen, taking in the modernism and avoiding the glare he sends your way.
“You know that’s not what I meant.” He speaks up. His voice is laced with annoyance. You always knew how to hold a grudge and you always knew how to bring up past mistakes in order to win an argument.
“Do you cook breakfast and lunch for all of your friends? You give them all jobs and help pay for their student loans? Oh, do you offer them a place to live or a separate house too? Or do you only do that for the woman you pay to be with you?” You accuse, rolling your eyes in annoyance. It’s a petty accusation and definitely out of pocket, but that’s what he does to you. He brings out the nasty little monster that still holds a grudge against him for what he did to you all those years ago.
Namjoon has had enough. The anger sizzles inside of him. He slams the lid of the tupperware down against his countertop, making you jump. He turns to face you slowly, moving his chest up and down in a poor attempt to stay calm. The peaceful and easy morning you thought you were going to have has moved out of the vicinity. As well as the deal the two of you made last night, and you’re the only one to blame.
You just can’t ever keep your mouth shut.
“What exactly are you referring to?” He seethes, taking deep breaths as he grips the corner of his countertop with one hand.
“I can’t help but think you have ulterior motives. Nothing about this makes any sense to me. I haven’t been working on campus for long but I have already heard the rumors questioning your character. And Jungkook has continuously ranted about the revolving door of women that would come in and out of your apartment when the two of you lived together. I just can’t begin to understand why I’m your last choice, why I’m the one in this position when you and I both know that there’s someone out there way better. Unless you want something more from me otherwise why would you have kissed me?”
Namjoon closes his eyes, taking in your words. If he’s being honest with himself he also doesn’t understand his motives. He knows why he is doing this. At least the half that involves his parents. But you’re right he doesn’t know why it had to be you in the first place. Sure, it was the simpler choice and he was running out of time, but if he really wanted to he could’ve bought himself some time to find the person he truly wants to share his life with.
Could it be that deep down he wants it to be you?
He can’t stand you accusing him of stooping so low though. He doesn’t know why he kissed you. It was an impulse that he has never felt in his entire life. Yet, he feels so angry that he can’t think clearly, because he’s spent years dodging the accusations at work, and Jungkook’s gossiping.
“You think I am paying you for sex?” He says in disbelief.
You shrug, pushing in the barstool. “I mean it wouldn’t be the first time that you pay someone for sex, according to your colleagues. Which I hold no judgment for but I am not that type of person.”
“And you believe that nonsense?” He chuckles dryly, shaking his head. “I thought that you out of all people would not believe those rumors. I have never done that in my life, because like you just said I am not that ‘type of person’. I will also never do that to you.” He argues, taking slow steps in your direction, reducing the air that’s separating the two of you.
“Why? Because I am undesirable?” You spit out. Throwing out the words that hurt you the most all of those years ago.
He shakes his head, rounding the corner to the bar and stands right in front of you. “No, that’s not why? I–”
“Then why? Namjoon I don’t understand I–”
“I respect you too much.” He interrupts looking at you with pleading eyes. It’s a look you have never seen on him before. It’s new, it feels foreign and it makes you doubt his words even more. Especially when you know that he hasn’t shown any ounce of respect for you since before he rudely barged into your life again.
You click your tongue, turning your head to the side. His gaze burns with something you can’t decipher. “You don’t have to lie, there’s no one around.”
“I’m not lying.” He fights back his voice full of hope. “You don’t have to believe me but–”
“Of course I don’t. Not only have you been a complete asshole since we met again but years ago you threw my feelings for you right to my face. You called me crazy, undesirable, and unlovable. And in that same vein you confessed to me.” Your hands quickly go up to cover your mouth. Your eyes bulge out in surprise. The little secret you had been holding in for the past ten years escapes you before you can even stop yourself. Nobody knew what had really happened after your tumultuous fight. It was something you were going to take with you to your grave.
Namjoon is stunned. He’s stuck between calling you out on your bullshit and believing you. Truth be told he doesn’t remember anything else from that night. Apart from the fight he had with you, and the words he said very clearly.
Could it be that there has always been a missing piece to his story. One that he never bothered to look for because he didn’t know it existed. Until now.
If he’s being honest, Namjoon never understood why you cut all ties with him from one day to another. Sure, he was brutal in his choice of words. He wanted to get his point across but he was always so much better at writing them rather than saying them. The second he opened his mouth both of your worlds turned upside down, and he was full of regret. As a last ditch resort to salvage the remaining spark of your friendship because back then he couldn’t picture a life without you in it–and maybe that’s transversed to now–he apologized. He wrote you a letter, explaining his thought process and that he valued you a lot more than you could ever imagine, but nothing came out of it.
Did you even get his letter?
He figures you did but choose to walk away for good. It’s something that he’s kept locked next to his heart. It’s a hurt he’s never fully healed from and it’s why he acts so cold towards you. Believe him, he’s been suffering since Taehyung’s party. But if what you’re saying is true, then he might finally understand something that has been keeping him up at night whenever he gets into his head.
“I what?” His ego is faltering as he watches your eyes water with frustrated tears. Every negative thought he’s ever had of you since then to make himself feel better for his heinous words and unproclaimed apology, makes him look even worse than before.
Your shoulders drop, “You came back. You apologize, and told me that you had loved me all this time.” You sniffle, wrapping your arms around yourself tightly. “You were drunk, so I didn’t believe you. I thought you were playing a joke on me, but I made myself believe that if you could tell me exactly that when you woke up the next day then I would forgive you.” You take a deep breath in, closing your eyes tightly. “I never got to know the truth because Jungkook called me. He was furious, asking if I had seen you. He let it slip that the girl you had picked up that night refused to leave and was trashing the apartment.” You take a step back from him. “So, I can’t believe you when you tell me that you respect me because if you did then you wouldn’t have told me that you were in love with me after you told me I could never be loved, and not after you had slept with someone else.” You finish, bringing your hand up and whipping away the lone tear that you had let slip.
The truth was finally out.
The real reason why you never talked to him again. And the reason why your self-esteem crumbled into tiny pieces of glass. You hated that time. You slipped into bad habits, looking for validation in different crowds that never had your well-being in mind. You spiraled out of control. You let go of your bodily autonomy because for the longest time you thought you weren’t worth it. Until the night in which everything was taken from you. Both Jungkook and Jimin were there to witness the crumpled up piece of paper that you had become. It’s why they’re so protective of you because seeing you so helpless and paralyzed with fear was horrifying.
They haven’t voiced it out loud yet, but you know they don’t want you to go through this thing with Namjoon. Although, he wasn’t the culprit for your distrust in men. He was the reason as to why you went down a road that you didn’t belong on.
So, as much as you would like too, because guarding yourself with high walls is tiring. You can’t let them down. You lost so much for such a long time. Keeping them up is the only way you can protect yourself.
“No, I’m–no, I didn't do that.” He starts letting his hands fall against his sides. Your attention is back on him and you’ve never witnessed someone look so lost. “I would’ve remembered, I never drink that much.”
“So, I’m lying?” You scoff, throwing your hands in the air. As much as you're angry and want to continue fighting for your side. You’ve held on for so long to that little secret and now that it is out. You feel more exhausted than before.
Namjoon shakes his head. “I didn’t sleep with anyone that night. I would remember if I did.” He says more to himself. His head feels like it's being rewired a milliseconds at a time. Everything he’s thought up until this point feels foreign to him. He’s angry at himself, at Jungkook, and you. He’s trying to recall the events of that night. You told him you loved him with a starry look in your eyes. He turned you down in the worst way possible. He left. He went to the little speakeasy bar located in between a chinese-korean fusion restaurant and a lighting shop, by his apartment. He was approached by someone they talked a little and then he hits a black wall. He suspects that’s where the missing puzzle piece is hidden. He truly doesn’t remember ever going back to see you. Only that the next day he woke up woke up with the worst hangover of his life and Jungkook’s silent treatment that lasted more than two months.
“I really don-“
You lift a hand in defeat, and Namjoon’s words fall dead in the air. You let out a big sigh. “You don’t have to come up with any excuses to spare my feelings. What’s done is done. You don’t have to do all of this either.” You signal to your now forgotten breakfast and half packed lunch. “We can continue to pretend outside of this apartment, but we don’t have to try so hard to like each other and build something between the two of us. I’m sorry for suggesting it in the first place. I thought it would make things a lot easier but now I see that it won’t.” You say almost sadly before finally turning around and walking away.
It’s frustrating because even now he still lets you have the last word. He has so many things he wants to say, but his words are stunted with shock.
If Namjoon was born lucky, we would’ve stopped you from walking away from him again. He would’ve tried to convince you to call out of work so that the two of you could figure this out together. He’s never felt more serious about something before in his life–except for his research. He needs to know what happened during the second half of that night, and you’re the only one who seems to know.
Sadly, he wasn’t born lucky, and he loves to take the easy way out. He’s stuck watching your back, while his feet stay glued on the ground. He’s stuck with having to go about his day as if his world hasn’t just been flipped upside down by you.
There’s a rumor going around in the Literature/ Philosophy/Rhetoric department of HYBE U.
Professor Kim has stormed out of his classroom.
It was a lecture on aesthetics. Ancient aesthetics to be exact. It is one of his favorite’s to teach because he can talk about how beauty can be found in tragedy. It’s an immerseful lecture, it’s inspiring at all times. Namjoon loves to get lost in the philosophy of it all. You could almost say that he’s obsessed with how they believed that for one to be beautiful on the outside, they would need to be vicious on the inside. It proposes the questions:
Is beauty reflective of one's inner self or of what they desire? What lengths would you go to, to achieve that beauty?
Except on Monday for Namjoon’s first lecture of the day, he never made it that far. He never got the chance to hear his students' input, because he walked out ten minutes after walking into the lecture hall. He didn’t give anybody a warning. He didn’t pack up his stuff, he just stormed out, leaving behind a bewildered room of about twenty something pupils.
He hasn’t been seen since.
“I heard that one of Professor Kim’s parents died.”
“I heard that he was coming out of a weekend bender, I mean did you see how he was dressed. It’s like he just rolled out of bed.”
“I heard that it was a cocaine bender. I mean none of those crazy philosophy professors are sober.”
“Actually I heard Professor Kim’s fiance left him. She took advantage of him and then walked out on him this past weekend.”
Normally, contrary to popular belief you wouldn’t have thought twice about the rumors going around campus. Sure, you did tell Namjoon that you believed the rumors that were going around about him sleeping with multiple of the staff. Deep down you knew they weren’t true. At least to a certain extent, you won’t fault him for entertaining his desires.
Now as you’re making your way through the department the whispers only get louder from both faculty and students. The vicious stares only keep zeroing in the closer you get to your office, and if you have to hear one more person say something along the lines of: “Oh, she’s the one that took all his assets, look at her prancing around like she owns the world.” You will go insane.
Have they never seen a couples brawl before?
Though it does bother you to a certain extent. You didn’t leave him. You’re very much still with him. The only difference is the dynamics between the two of you. You only assume you’re being brought into this because you took a taxi to work rather than riding with him.
“I heard Professor Kim caught her with his step-brother, looks like she’s interested in good for nothing guys.”
You stop dead in your tracks, clutch onto your laptop case with an iron grip. Furious is an understatement you’re seething. You could ignore the things being said about you, knowing they would die down the minute they see the two of you together, but not the things being said about Jungkook.
Seriously, did they never fight with their significant other?
Yet, now that Jungkook is being thrown into the mix. You’re seeing red. So, instead of continuing your route to your office, you quickly turn, glaring at the person who just spewed the accusation, and make your way to Namjoon’s office.
You’re walking so fast that you’re there in seconds. You stare at the gold name plate in front of you. Dr. Namjoon Kim, it reads. You don’t let yourself admire it for a second longer because now you have an urgency that feels overwhelming. You knock so hard, your knuckles turn red. He opens on the third knock. His blue dress shirt is untucked, his tie forgotten on his desk. There are papers everywhere, yellow notepads sprawled all over the floor.
Jungkook is sitting at his desk, scrolling through the desktop.
Now you understand why Jungkook was suddenly being brought into the mess.
Namjoon is stunned, he’d been so out of it for the whole day, that he had forgotten that you worked with him in the same building. He’s been hiding out in his office, sending mass emails to all of his students, letting them know that due to ‘unforeseen circumstances’ he will be canceling all of his classes today.
Then, Jungkook showed up. His confusion lasted for a few seconds when he remembered that his brother’s sudden appearance wasn’t out of the blue.
Somewhere on his desk calendar were the words ‘Jungkook computer’ penciled in. It had completely slipped his mind that he had contacted the younger to set up the new desktop computer he had just bought. It required a set of skills that Namjoon d didn’t posses, and the only language he hasn’t bothered to learn, unlike his brother. The computer genius, Jungkook’s strongest forte. Those three semesters of computer coding classes didn’t go to waste. Only the amount of money he spent on them. He left them behind right before his last semester to earn a two year degree in photography, along with his parent’s disappointment.
“Can I come in?” You tilt your head gesturing to the inside of his office. He’s still looking at you wide-eyed, lost, and confused. Almost like he doesn’t quite understand why you are here. He thought he read the signs right this morning when he went to get you from your room to ask if you still wanted a ride to work. It was empty so he immediately took that as you not wanting to talk to him for a while.
Now, you were here standing in front of his office. It wasn’t even lunch time, and he knows you’ve already finished your last lecture of the day. Usually at this time you’re in your office waiting for him to finish, to go home together. It’s a routine that didn’t take long for him to memorize, especially because he had your work schedule printed out and pinned next to a picture of his family on the gray bulletin board of his office.
He is confused because you do want to talk to him now?
He doesn’t realize that he’s only been staring at you like a deer caught in headlights, without saying a word. His train of thought only breaks when you open your mouth again to ask the same question as before. “Um, yeah sure. Sorry about the mess. I think I lost some student papers.” He swallows, scratching the back of his head, as he steps to the side to let you in. He takes a deep breath before closing the door behind him, avoiding all the intrigued stares looking into his office in hopes to get a peak of the situation to add on to their fabricated stories.
“Hey Bunny, I was going to stop by your office to set up your new desktop in an hour.” Jungkook says, his eyes don’t leave the wide screen in front of him to know that you’re absolutely confused.
“I don’t have a new computer, Kook.” You say, walking up to Namjoon’s desk and setting your laptop in front of it.
Before Jungkook can answer and add onto your suspicions. Namjoon speaks up from behind you. “I bought you a new one when I bought mine. They both came in today so I asked Kook to come set them up since he’s the computer genius.”
You whip your head to face him, making him cringe. He hates that you look equally as shocked and annoyed at him. Truth be told he wasn’t thinking when he placed the order. He saw a good deal and took it. Thought that it would be a nice welcoming gift for you. Plus, speaking from experience, HYBE U’s faculty computers were so old that they never backed up anything. He’s lost so many hours of research in the years that he’s worked here.
“You didn’t have to do that Namjoon.” You sigh, shaking your head and making your way to one of his guest chairs. “But we can talk about that later because now that the two of you are here. We have something to discuss.”
This catches both of their attention. Namjoon stops looking through the old files in his filing cabinet, and Jungkook pauses his typing, indicating that you have their full undivided attention.
“Namjoon walked out of his lecture this morning. So, people are assuming the worst of you. And I’m guessing because someone saw Jungkook they’re also saying that I’m in some sort of love triangle with the two of you. Not to mention I am now a gold digger.” You let out a frustrated sigh, looking between the two of them. They look unfazed and it triggers something in you.
“My favorite one is the one where Namjoon is an alcoholic slash drug addict, slash mafia member.” Jungkook shrugs before returning to his typing, humming underneath his breath as he pulls up windows on windows of numbers and letters you can’t begin to understand.
You roll your eyes crossing your arms in front of you. “Don’t listen to them, they have nothing better to do than to assume.” Namjoon says, closing the filing cabinet and then moving on to the stacks of papers on his office floor. He sits down crossed legged, furrowing his brows as he begins to sort through them.
You scoff, “I understand that this is something that you are used to, but I’m not. My life was peaceful, rumor free before I got involved with you again. Now, I’m a gold digger, and a heartbreaker, and a mafia leaders wife.”
Namjoon slams the stack of papers he had been holding down on his carpeted floor. He’s been on edge since your big reveal this morning. He understands your frustration, but what is he supposed to do? Go out into the lobby and tell everyone that the real reason why the two of you are arguing is because ten years ago he confessed that he was in love with you and doesn’t remember a thing. And that the reason why things don’t make sense in your relationship is because your engagement isn’t real, and that the two of you are only together for personal and financial gain. Truthfully, it will only fuel the rumors more. And from personal experience, he’s learned to ignore them because eventually they’ll die down.
“There’s nothing we can do, but ignore them. They’re baseless and people will forget about them by tomorrow.” He pleas, running a stressed hand through his hair. He really needs to find those student papers. He didn’t realize they were missing until he came back from his lecture this morning. This stress is only adding onto the stress of the missing memories from ten years ago. He wants the whole world to hide away until he can figure shit out for himself.
“Maybe if the two of you stopped fighting people will stop making up rumors. I heard the two of you came to work in separate cars.” Jungkook suggests with a shrug. It only adds to your annoyance.
“There’s a reason for that.” You grumble.
“I’m sure there is but you guys are doing such a shitty job at this whole engagement thing. So, you better sort your shit out before it somehow reaches mom and dad.”
You roll your eyes and move to sit on the floor in front of Namjoon. Your heart aches to see the stress lines form all across his forehead. You wish you had been a bit nicer to him this morning, but the adrenaline from your reveal was doing most of the talking. If what he claims to be true. That he doesn’t remember anything then your heart aches for him. You know what it’s like to have pieces of your memories go missing. You’ve been where he has been before, and it takes a lot of brain power and willpower to not give up.
“Do you need help?” You whisper, crossing your legs in front of you. Namjoon lifts his head, nodding at your question before moving onto the next stack of papers. He’s never been this careless before. He’s always been so meticulous with his work and again if the university’s online submission system wasn’t so faulty he wouldn’t be having this problem.
“Do you remember the last time you had them?”
Namjoon shakes his head, running a hand down his face. “They turned them in last week, I swear they were on my desk, and I don’t remember taking them anywhere.”
You nod, starting to sort through another stack of papers. You have no idea what you’re supposed to be looking for. The fault of essays is that they’re all formatted the same way thanks to university guidelines. But you guess giving him the illusion that he has an extra pair of hands and eyes helping him makes him feel more calm.
“What day last week?”
“Thursday.”
A lightbulb goes off in your head. “Joon, didn't you come to my office right after your lecture on Thursday. I think you might’ve left them there. I haven’t been to my office yet, so I don’t know but we can check.”
Namjoon feels like a wave of relief has passed through him. He’s up instantly and full of hope as he extends his hand for you to take. “I hope you’re right, I really need to start grading them before their final papers come in.” He says, while you take his hand and you let him pull you up.
“Looks like we’re going on a family field trip through a sea of gossip.” Jungkook says from behind the two of you. “I’m done setting up your computer, I need to get to yours Bun, Joon and I have a gym session in an hour.” He says looking down at his smart watch, swiping through the tiny screen.
It makes you shudder at how official he looks. You’ve never seen him so calculated and organized before.
“You’re going to the gym?” You tilt your head as Namjoon interlaces his fingers with yours and opens the door to his office. You don’t question it, knowing it’s probably because it will put a rest to the rumors once and for all. It makes you tingle a little bit even though you know it’s all for show.
Namjoon nods as he steps out with you. “I forgot to tell you, but I can drop you off at home and then pick you up to go to the grocery store.”
You shake your head, following his lead as he moves towards your office with ease. Avoiding all the whispers and glares going on around you. “That’d be a waste of time and gas. I can just go with you to the gym and then we can go from there.”
“I don’t want you to get bored.” He’s sincere about it. He knows you’re not a fan of gyms ever since you were young. He knows you hate the smell of them and the testosterone that gets released into the air by all the men that are trying to compete with one another. Seokjin’s gym is no different.
You shrug, and open the door to your office. “I’ll just run on the treadmill and then bother Seokjin until he kicks me out.” You grin, stepping in. He follows behind you along with Jungkook who has a shit eating grin on his face.
Jungkook closes the door behind him. “Good job team, that’s more like it. You two make a very good and fake loving couple. I just saw all the jealous glares following the two of you. I can assure that all those rumors bothering you today will be forgotten by the time we all leave. Or worse, considering I heard some gasps and the accusation of us being a throuple thrown out there. ” He shrugs and lifts his hands up for a high-five, which the two of you ignore, with a roll of your eyes.
“People need to learn how to whisper.” You shake your head in disbelief before untangling your fingers from Namjoon’s. You spot the box of your new desktop on one of your guest chairs, and you guess it had been delivered to your office by the mail department while you were in class. As annoyed as you are about Namjoon spending his money on you. You’re still grateful he even thought of you in the first place.
Before you can admit defeat and give him your thanks, Namjoon is making a beeline to your empty bookshelf. A stack of papers, neatly placed on one of the shelves. He picks them up and lets out a sigh of relief. He must’ve placed them there while he was waiting for you last Thursday. It’s no wonder you hadn’t really spotted them because they weren’t in your line of sight.
“Found them?” You ask, stepping to the side as Jungkook soundlessly moves behind you to get to your desk.
“Yes, fuck, thank you for helping me.” Namjoon says. “Is it okay if I go back to my office to start grading them?” His question throws you off guard. Why would he need your permission? You nod, and he rushes out a quick thanks before he’s disappearing again, leaving you behind with Jungkook.
For a few minutes there’s an air of silence, apart from Jungkook’s angry mumbles as he assesses the mess of cables. Until he speaks up from under your desk. “You know, the rumors bothered him more than he let on.”
You turn around quickly and walk to where he is kneeling. “What do you mean?”
“Before you came in, he was huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf and mumbling about how everyone was stupid for assuming things.” He shrugs, “I think he didn’t want you to worry so much, which is why he told you to ignore them.”
You don’t answer. Instead, you sit down on the floor beside him, watching as he untangles and unplugs cables. “Did you hear the one about him selling his left kidney to the black market?”
Jungkook laughs, looking at you from over his shoulder. “It was so specific, I honestly couldn’t ignore it. I mean why not the right one?”
You laugh, taking the cable he tosses at you.
Namjoon can feel the droplets of sweat roll down the sides of his face. He hates sweating. Scratch that he hates that his body naturally runs hot, resulting in sweating even when standing still, It gets worse during the summer months. Though, in this instance he isn’t just standing. He’s in an intense sparring match with Jungkook.
After leaving your office. He managed to tidy up and grade at least three papers. The hour was up before he knew it and he was driving the three of you to Seokjin’s gym. The session started off simple, but then he saw that you had changed into gym clothes and for some reason his brain short circuited. He found himself pushing himself more when you looked in his direction and trying his best to get your attention whenever it wasn’t on him.
He doesn’t necessarily understand where this animalistic desire to hunt came from. He just knows that he probably looks like those annoying jocks with an inflated ego. And now you’re behind the gym’s front desk, laughing at something the owner is saying. His pit bubbles up with something undesirable and his hits only get stronger.
He wants your attention.
“Want to tell me why the two of you fought this morning?” Jungkook says out of breath, his words muffled from the navy mouth guard. He steps a few feet away from his brother, hands up protecting his face.
Namjoon understands every word, and he knows his brother had been dying to ask since he stepped into his office earlier that day.
“It’s nothing.” Namjoon shrugs, moving in to land a punch on his shoulder only for it to be blocked by the younger. Sometimes, Namjoon really hates sparring with Jungkook. He can’t begin to understand how the younger’s reflexes are so fast. It’s like he can predict where he is going to hit before Namjoon even thinks about it. He prefers Seokjin, but he’s chatting you up behind the counter. This thought has him charging forward again and Jungkook blocks it again.
Fuck, why is he so good at everything?
Jungkook, steps forward landing a punch to the side of Namjoon’s ribs, and he lets out a huff of pain. “It didn’t seem like nothing, it wasn’t like those petty fights the two of you have been having. It's more right?” He side steps, dodging Namjoon’s hit, and he lets out another frustrated groan. “You’re too slow.” The younger chuckles.
“Maybe you’re just freakishly fast, idiot.” He rolls his eyes, before taking a step back. He lets out a big sigh shaking his head. Wordlessly letting his brother know that he needs a moment. If this was a different day Namjoon could go hours without stopping. But every now and then his body asks for a break.
Jungkook nods before removing one of his gloves and mouth guard. “Are you going to tell me or will I have to live in the dark forever.”
“Why do you want to know?”
“So, I can help of course.” Jungkook replies with a hint of arrogance, a smirk making its way onto his face.
Namjoon sighs as he sits down against the wall, taking off his gloves and setting them to the side. Jungkook joins him, bringing his knees up to his chest, patiently waiting for his brother to answer.
Sometimes it’s funny how things work. Who would’ve thought that the two brother’s from different mother’s would one day grow to depend on each other so much. Despite Jungkook being younger than him, he somehow always had helpful advice.
“Apparently told her that I loved her the same night I told her I could never love her.” He whispers, picking at the gauze on his hands. He ignores Jungkook’s shock, it’s enough to know that he didn’t know and that truly the only one who knew was you. Before he can let his brother get a word in he continues to talk. “I don’t remember that, I don’t remember any of it and it’s scaring me.” He admits, bringing his knees up to his chest.
“What do you mean you don’t remember that. It seems like a pretty big thing to just forget.” Jungkook offers just as equally as confused as him.
“Apparently you called her asking about my whereabouts because my one night stand wouldn’t leave.” Namjoon adds and it triggers a memory Jungkook forgot he had. He does remember being furious at his older brother. Not only because earlier that night you had called him to tell him everything. It only added to his anger when he found a strange woman on his couch.
“How do you not remember that?” Jungkook questions again, sitting up straighter. He remembers the anger he felt then. He remembers picking up his brother at your parents house. And he remembers how drunk Namjoon had been, which only made matters worse because he was uncontrollable and winning like a baby as he hauled him into their shared car. He remembers your tear stained face, and your hardened features. He remembers being afraid of never seeing you again because of his brother and his mistakes. He also remembers everything that spiraled out of control after that night. All the nights you were physically and emotionally in pain. He remembers it so vividly, that he’s so annoyed that his brother doesn’t.
Was that moment so insignificant that he was able to forget it in seconds?
Namjoon sighs, closing his eyes. “I swear on mom and dad’s life, on my career, on my fucking life Kook that I don’t remember anything after I left her house the first time. I don’t remember ever getting home from the bar or bringing somebody home.” There is a mess of emotions going on inside of him, but the main one is fear.
Jungkook turns his head to face his brother. He can see the inner turmoil written all over his face, as much as he felt anger back then. He can’t help but feel a little guilty. What if after all these years his anger was misplaced?
“What are you implying?” Jungkook whispers.
“I don’t know, I don’t want to know. I’ve gone through so many scenarios in my head.” He sets his head on top of his arms resting on his knees. The only thing that he can come up with that makes sense is the one thing he wants to ignore. “Maybe I was drugged.” He whispers. In seconds Jungkook’s arms are around him and he’s bringing him closer. He didn’t know that one day he would’ve had to go through this again, let alone with his brother.
He feels angry again, this time at himself for not thinking twice about everything, and to the people who keep hurting the ones he loves. “I’m sorry Joon, I’m sorry for being such an ass to you. I should’ve–”
“You couldn’t have done anything Kook. You don’t normally think about things like this happening to men, let alone people who look like me. I also don’t know if that’s entirely true.”
“It doesn’t matter Joon, someone still took advantage of you.”
“You don’t know that. Maybe that’s just me making shit up in my head to understand why I can’t remember the second half of events that night.” Namjoon sighs, sitting up straight and unwraps the gauze around his knuckles. “Don’t feel sorry for me.”
Jungkook sighs, shaking his head. “Joon, one day you’re going to realize that you don’t have to fight all of your battles on your own. Whatever happened that night, whatever made you lose your memories that night. You don’t have to go through that alone. You don’t have to put yourself through that agony. You have people around you that will always be there for you.” He says, spotting you laughing at something Seokjin was saying, your short ponytail bouncing while you shake. It took so long for you to smile and laugh like that, and he never wants that smile to disappear again. “You don’t have to make up excuses or say it’s not a big deal. If you believe that’s what happened to you, knowing yourself, then that’s what happened. It might be too late to go back to that time and fix our wrongs, but we can start fresh from this moment on. I know will understand and want that too.” Jungkook finishes, nodding in your direction.
Namjoon follows his younger brother's gaze. He catches you staring at them. At him. The second your eyes meet, you send him a smile, ignoring whatever nonsense Seokjin is spewing at you. It’s a silent conversation, only the two of you understand. He knows that even though things from this morning still need to be resolved, that Jungkook is right.
“When did you get so wise?” Namjoon looks over at him.
Jungkook, sits up taller, puffing his chest out, out of pride from the subtle praise. He flexes his arms in front of him before responding. “Mom says it’s because this isn’t my first life.”
Namjoon rolls his eyes before standing up, grabbing his equipment with him and extends a hand for him to take. “Whatever, I’m going to have to cut our session short.” He pulls the doe-eyed man up with ease, before glancing over his shoulder where you’re now organizing the gym’s merchandise. No doubt that you have somehow been recruited by the owner himself to do the thing he finds most annoying. He smiles wide, looks at his suspecting brother.
“I have to go grocery shopping”
As gross as it sounds, Namjoon didn’t bother changing out of his gym clothes. He was in such a hurry that all he did was wet his hair in the sink and wipe the sweat from his face. He acknowledges that he might’ve smelled a little too much like a man, but he wouldn’t know because you haven’t made a face or brought it up. You’re simply scanning the aisles, and referring to your phone while he pushes the cart next to you.
“What meals do you want to have this week?” You ask, as you stop walking out of curiosity. He had been so hyper focused on the way that he might’ve smelled that he forgot to ask you that on the car ride over. Now, he is drawing a blank. He’s sure he looks like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Pasta?” He tilts his head to the side, making you laugh. You should’ve known the only thing he’s really confident in making is pasta. When he told you that Seokjin had been teaching him how to cook, you expected more knowledge of different meals. Not more knowledge on different kinds of pasta.
“How about I decide and you just continue to help me push the cart.” You suggest, giving his shoulder a pat and then start walking again. He forgot the other reason he had been so distracted, until now. You also hadn’t changed from your workout clothes. Not that it mattered because you hadn’t actually worked out. Apart from the thirty minutes on the treadmill before getting distracted by Seokjin, and being roped into odd jobs around the gym.
There should be no reason why your ass looks as good as it did in those wine colored leggings. Or why they somehow hugged your waist perfectly. And why is your black shirt so tight? He feels troubled.
“I’m thinking that we can make a bunch of power bowls for lunch this week, and then I don’t know what for dinner.” You say with a pensive hand on your chin.
“I can make mandu soup one night? Mom showed me how to make it a few years ago.” He adds on, looking at the frozen packs of different types of dumplings. Personally, his favorite ones are the kimchi ones. “But Seokjin also wants me to start fasting, so maybe I can just make you dinner.” He ends, looking over to his side where you’ve taken it upon yourself to open one of the freezer doors. He smiles when you shudder at the sudden cool breeze hitting your arms.
“I can just fast with you.” You shrug, showing him the mixed bag of dumplings. He nods in approval and you hum while setting it down in the cart. He watches as you pull your phone out of the band of your leggings, and check something off from the list on your phone.
Namjoon starts to push the cart again once you step to the side. He feels you come beside him, and from the corner of his eye he sees you place your hand on the cart handle. A little too close to his. “You don’t need to fast with me,” he stops for a second to gather his thoughts. He’s finally beginning to learn that with you he needs to do that before he starts to spew out nonsense. “I don’t want you to fast with me. You don’t need to and it helps me if I make food for you.” He shrugs, looking ahead because he’s positive that he catches the little warmth that hides behind your indifferent stare; he will melt in this frozen aisle of the grocery store.
“Fine, I’ll do a baby fast after I eat dinner, no more midnight snacks and cookies, and icecream.” You decide, and he can’t argue with that because once you have your mind set on something, he knows he won’t be able to change it.
“We can have cookies and ice cream on the weekend.” He pouts, while you open another freezer door and take out two bags, one of frozen pieces of korean pumpkin, and another of frozen pieces of sweet potato. He makes a face, knowing they’re his least favorite but now he understands why you suggested making power bowls for lunch this entire week.
Seokjin must’ve gotten into your head and your grocery list.
He sees you pause before setting the bags into the cart. The wheels visibly turn in your head and you look at him brightly. “Can we make a pit stop before going home?”
Home.
To Namjoon the word feels so foreign and familiar coming from your mouth. If he’s being honest he’s never pictured building a home with anyone in his life. So, why did it feel so right when you said it? He must be trippin. He must be still running on the endorphins of his workout. He must still be thinking about the past Namjoon who confessed without knowledge. He must still be trying to justify his actions to find an answer, because there’s still a little part of him that doesn’t believe he ever said he was in love.
In his thirty years of life he’s never been in love. He can’t begin to explain what love feels like because he doesn’t think he’s ever experienced it. Yet, there’s the part of him that is yelling at him, annoyed for ignoring all the signs that were already there. Ever since this morning he’s been in a constant battle with himself. Teetering over the edge of letting himself feel again and keeping all of his feelings locked up like a constipated kid who had too much chocolate before dinner.
He can’t deny that it will just be easier if he lets go, but he wasn’t lying when he told Jungkook he was scared. Scared that something had been taken from him and he didn’t know about it for years. Why must life and love be so complicated? Why couldn’t you have one without the other? He’s always been a simple man. A simple university professor for the later half of his life. And here he was contemplating his life altogether like he was going through the midlife crisis he had when he was twenty five again.
It’s all so tiring, but he supposes this is karma for dedicating his life to philosophy. He overthinks everything and runs himself in circles looking for answers only to end up with more questions.
Sigh.
Namjoon realizes he didn’t answer your question, when you shrug and keep walking. He has to catch up to you with only a few steps before he’s back next to you. Your hand comes up to the handle with practice and you look up at him. The same question burning behind your curious stare.
“Yes, where do you want to go?”
You smile brightly, clapping your hands in front of you. “There’s a really small fruit stand by the apartment, the ahjussi there sells the best sweet potatoes in the world.” You explain with such joy that he can’t help but feel excited as well. “I want to eat only that for dinner. I’ve really been craving it for weeks now. Jungkook used to bring me some whenever he came over after visiting you.”
Namjoon’s mouth opens in understanding and he nods. “Well, you can’t just have that for dinner. You need to eat something else.” He tilts his head and begins to push the grocery cart again.
You pout letting out a whine. “But I literally don’t want anything else except for that. I’ll even eat all three. He always gives an extra one. So, I’ll eat all four.” You follow behind him, as he lets out a chuckle.
“I know you well enough to know that if you do end up eating all four you’ll complain about your stomach hurting for the rest of the night. I’ll make you some tteokbokki.” He offers, pulling open a freezer door and taking out frozen bags of rice cakes and fish cakes.
You wave your hands in front of him. “We are totally derailing from our grocery list.”
“That’s what happens when we come to the store hungry and without a plan.” Namjoon overrides your arms and puts the bags into the cart basket.
You huff. “I did have a plan.”
“The one Seokjin gave you is not a plan but more like a work in progress.” Namjoon counteracts before moving. “Come on, We still need to get vegetables, fruits and some sort of protein. Unless you want to eat a whole weeks worth of frozen food.” He lifts an eyebrow almost as if he’s challenging you.
You roll your eyes, hitting his back lightly. “Next time, I’m going to make the best grocery plan in the world so that you won’t be able to infiltrate it.” You state before walking in front of him, your face furrowed in determination.
It's at this moment, in which Namjoon realizes that maybe letting go wouldn’t be such a bad thing. He’s already been halfway there since the infamous kiss and his talk with Jungkook. He might as well just go in head first fearlessly. Something tells him that at the end of the day it will be worth it.
So, he laughs and follows you, like it’s second nature.
In the end, Namjoon didn’t start his fast. In fact he was so hungry that he practically begged for you to split the sweet potatoes with him. He knows you won’t finish all four and they smelled so sweet that it made his mouth water.
Now, you’re both sitting in front of his coffee table, picking at the almost empty pot of rice cakes. Namjoon had practically scraped it clean with the left over rice he had fished out of the fridge. There’s an almost empty bottle of wine in between the two of you as you silently digest your meal.
“I think we should talk.” You look over at him bringing your knees up to your chest, hugging them. You’ve already showered and changed out of your workout clothes sporting an old t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Your hair is still slightly wet, curling at the ends due to the humidity because Namjoon refuses to turn on the aircon until he’s about to fall asleep to conserve electricity.
Namjoon hums, setting down his chopsticks on a napkin, he turns his body to face you, signaling that he agrees with a nod of his head.
“Can I start?” Namjoon tilts his head in question, setting down his chopsticks on the holder in front of him. You weren’t expecting for him to want to go first, especially because he always hated confrontation. He always hated admitting fault, something the two of you have in common. But for some reason it always came easy when it was just the two of you.
You nod your head as a signal for him to continue talking. He takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry for telling you all those things back then. I regretted it the moment they came out of my mouth. I wanted to apologize but I was too much of a coward and I ran away.” He confesses in one breath, bringing his knees up to his chest.
Your heart feels like it's been pierced by a thousand arrows. Each one making the dent deeper. This was the apology you had longed for for years. Not the handwritten one he sent with Jungkook. You had dreamed about it and wondered if you would have ever given him a second chance if he simply just looked you in your eyes and apologized. Yet, the logical part of you knew better. It knew that even if the apology came in any sort of form, you wouldn’t accept it.
The damage was done and you were already spiraling into your black hole with no way out. Until that one silver lining after the unfortunate incident in which you called Jungkook sobbing to pick you up from the stranger's house.
The apology you ever so wanted to hear out loud, meant nothing. Though, that didn't mean you didn’t appreciate it. It was just a little too late.
“I can’t accept your apology Namjoon.” You start, holding your hand up to stop him from speaking up, his mouth hangs open. “But thank you. It took so many years for me to let it go and accept that you will never be in my life again.” You chuckle. “It’s ironic because here we are.” You signal to your surroundings. “I won’t lie you hurt me so much but I ended up hurting myself more. I took your words to heart and spent countless nights thinking I was unlovable but never truly believing it until someone showed me I was only a disposable body to them.” You take a deep breath, closing your eyes.
Namjoon lets out a shaky breath. “Y-You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He whispers, unsure if he can give you a hug because things are starting to make sense.
You shake your head. “It’s okay, I can talk about it now.” You whisper, your voice faltering in the end. You clear it and continue. “I went out with some people I thought were my friends. The night started out fine, we went for dinner and then decided to hit some clubs. By the third club, I was so drunk that I only remember pieces of it, but I remember enough. I approached him, I made out with him. He told me he and his friends lived outside of the city and if I wanted to come over. I said yes. My friends saw us leaving and they tried to stop me but then pushed me to go, so I did.” You tighten your hold around your arms a little more. “Every time I think about that night. I only remember all the times I could’ve avoided the outcome. We didn’t leave right away. We waited for his friends on some stairs and there was this ajumma who kept telling me not to go, to get away from him. And I didn’t, I stayed. I got in the car, I went into the apartment. I sat on his couch. I then laid in his bed. One of his friends came into the room and he asked me if I was okay and that if I wasn’t he would call me a taxi to go back home, but I declined. That was my last out and I decided to stay.” You rest your chin against your knees, blinking back tears. Though, you’ve partially healed from this moment. It still sits fresh in your mind. You don’t remember his face or his name but there are nights in which your head isn’t screwed on right and you remember the acid burn of his touch.
“It didn’t happen right away, but when it did I first begged him to stop because he wasn’t wearing protection. He kept going and going, while I yelled. He finally stopped when he was pleased and my stomach was stained with him. He got up, went to the bathroom, came back and fell asleep. I laid there paralyzed, feeling the naive girl in me break with every breath that I took. I didn’t know what to do. I somehow convinced myself that it was okay, and I didn’t call your brother until the following morning. I don’t really remember if I slept or not. I don’t remember getting up and getting dressed. All I remember is waking up in your brother's bed with him, Jimin and Tae sleeping on the ground.” You finish, running your thumb underneath your eyes to wipe away the remaining tears.
It’s amazing how every time you talk about it, it always feels like you can start anew. Like you’re still subconsciously carrying that weight and it only gets lighter when you let it out. Still, there’s some part of you that is terrified to look over at Namjoon. You aren’t sure if you should’ve said anything or if it was too soon.
What you don’t expect him to say is, “Can I give you a hug?” Because despite his heart being able to hold different kinds of what he thinks could be love. Affection and comfort is not his strong suit. So, you nod and melt into his arms when they circle around your shoulders gently. It feels ghostly. Like they’re not really there because he’s afraid you’ll break. But he’s always been full of surprises and lately as much as you hate to admit it he’s been surprising you a lot. Both in good and bad ways.
He rests his cheek on top of your head and closes his eyes, sniffling. He started crying eons ago. His eyes were already watering from the start and yet he still has nothing to say. “I’m sorry, you were never unlovable. I shouldn’t have said that.” He whispers, “You were the most precious person in my life at the time and I was afraid of losing you, but I guess I did so anyway. I hate that I wasn’t there for you, and I know that if I hadn’t said what I said, you wouldn’t have been in that situation in the first place.” He whispers into your hair, finally letting go of his fear and hugging you tightly.
“It’s not your fault Joon.”
“And it’s not yours either.” He counteracts, twinkling his fingertips down your arm, his hand encases around yours, spreading your palm to fit his fingers in between the spaces of your own. “I’m sorry for kissing you the other night and being such an asshole about it after. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“It’s okay, you didn’t know.” You grin, sniffling.
Namjoon sighs, before finally intertwining his fingers with yours. I’m sorry for telling you that I loved you and then not remembering it. But please believe me when I tell you that I didn’t sleep with anyone that night I really don't remember ever bringing somebody home. I don’t know what happened, if I was drugged or if I really drank to the point of blacking out, but I really don’t remember.” He says almost begging towards the end. You hold his hand tighter and nod your head in acknowledgment.
The strings of your heart start being plugged like the strings of a guitar that is out of tune. You hope with everything in your being that nothing like what happened to you happened to him, because you know what it feels like. You know what it feels like to lose that part of you and spend years looking for it. Only to realize that it’s gone and never coming back. Only to realize that the one thing you can do is let go and build it up again piece by piece. This time stronger.
“I’m sorry, Joon, I don’t know if we will ever know but I can be there for you if you ever do end up remembering something.” You hold him tighter and he does the same with you. You stay like that basking in the silence that’s grown to be a sort of comfort in the past few hours. You forget about all of the fights and snarky comments. Except for the one prying question you’ve had lingering in the back of your mind.
“Can I ask you something?” You tilt your head to the side, his face is so close to yours that you can still smell the wine and kimchi lingering in his breath.
“Anything.” He grins, moving his head a little up to give himself a little more view of your eyes. They’re twinkling like the midnight skies the two of you used to wish the city had. He never found the stars with the amount of light pollution from all the skyscrapers, but he always found them in your eyes.
His heart jumps.
“Did you really mean it that night?” You begin, “That you loved me.” You whisper the last part so low that he’s thankful the house is silent because otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to hear you.
Namjoon is at a crossroads. He’s unsure of what to say or what the correct answer should be. Yet, he doesn’t want to lie, and remembers the promise he made tonight with Jungkook sitting by his side.
Let go.
“I loved you the minute we sat in that coffee shop, mourning over our unfortunate break ups while sharing that stupid cake.”
For the second time since entering each other's life, both of you give in. Instead of him being the one to move first. It’s you.
You hesitate, until he nods in approval and finally you kiss him.
Hey can I request a Junmyeon fic we’re his a big fan of red velvet and his idol girlfriend gets extremely jealous and insecure because she never sees him cheer or fan boy over her group and thinks she likes them more than her and also feel insecure and not good enough next to Irene and they get in a fight and he gets defensive offer Irene and they fight but he soon regrets it and the boys and her group members try to get them to make up. 😂😂 this is a crazy idea but I thought it is good I love Junmyeon and Irene they have a good friendship I wish I had a friendship like that 😭anyways you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to I understand🥰
Half a year later and I actually had some time and headspace to write this. It also got longer than I thought. And helped me to get out of a current slump. So I am thankful. Please enjoy and tell me what you think!
Jealousy
Pairing: Kim Junmyeon/Suho (EXO) x Fem!Reader
Genre: idol au, established relationship au, romance, angst, fluff
Rating: sfw, pg-13
Warnings: jealousy, a verbal fight, mentions of the press being the press..
Wordcount: 1.753
Your stomach grumbled silently and you placed a hand over it, hoping you’d be able to eat soon. Yet, you knew the award show would be going on for a little longer. Half of the groups hadn’t performed yet and yours was one of them.
A newly debuted group currently performed their song - a soulful ballad - which had lots of other idols swaying their bodies to the tune.
Your eyes wandered around the darkened area. The brightly lit stage was surrounded with tables and seating arrangements for every invited group. Cameramen walked between them to film some reactions, reminding you that even off stage you had an image to maintain.
When your eyes landed on the table of EXO a small smile creeped up on your lips. The members joked around by reacting overly touched to the song, trying everything to keep their snickering at bay.
Junmyeon leaned back with a grin on his face and simply watched Baekhyun lip syncing dramatically. As if he noticed your gaze on him, he turned his head and looked at you.
When he winked at you with one eye you had to break eye contact, hoping the heat crawling up your neck and to your face wouldn’t be visible. Especially since you’d be soon up on stage with your own group.
On cue a staff member notified your table to move backstage.
With one last glance towards Junmyeon and a soft smile, you followed your members through the dark and behind the stage.
Soon enough your group got announced and you moved on to the stage, waiting for the music to start. Your eyes automatically searched for EXO’s table again, wondering whether Junmyeon cheered for you like your fans did already.
The smile plastered on your lips since you stepped on the stage almost wavered when you noticed he didn’t even pay any attention to your group. Throughout the whole performance you used every chance you got to look into his direction, hoping - no begging - he’d cheer for you at one point.
You breathed heavily once the song ended, standing in your ending position and glancing one last time at Junmyeon. You smiled weakly, seeing he at least joined the final applause.
Back behind the stage you met Red Velvet, who waited on their cue. You and all your members bowed to them, wishing them luck for the performance.
While the rest of your group moved to the changing rooms, you stayed behind - a nasty feeling bugging you.
As Red Velvet moved on the stage, you peered through the curtains. Your jaw tensed when you saw Junmyeon standing up and applauding them for simply coming on to the stage. Rooted in place, you watched him throughout the whole performance. With every cheer and every shout coming out of his mouth, your heart broke a little more.
You knew Junmyeon was friends with Irene for a long time already. Yet, you still hoped he would cheer his own girlfriend on just as much if not even more. But the case was the absolute opposite.
You broke out of your stupor and hurried to the changing rooms. Thankfully your members didn’t question why you were late and - if they noticed - your dull mood.
Once you got back out of the room, about to return to your table with your group, Junmyeon waited for you in front. You stopped in your tracks and simply stared at him without saying a word.
Junmyeon smiled and came closer to you as soon as your members went aside to give you two some room. “You were awesome on stage.” He grabbed your hands and drew circles onto your skin.
“Are you sure you’re saying this to the right person?”
Junmyeon froze upon hearing your cold tone. He looked at you with concern layering his features, finally noticing the distant look in your eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t you want to say that to the person you actually cheered on? Red Velvet’s changing room is in that direction.” You pointed to your right, eyes following your finger.
“I wanted to tell my girlfriend.” Junmyeon barely brought any words out, too stunned by your almost hostile behaviour towards him.
You turned your head back to him, tilting it slightly to one side. “Are you sure that is me? I don’t really feel like your girlfriend when I see you paying attention to anything but my performance and at the same time you go crazy when Irene is on stage. Maybe she should be your girlfriend instead!”
Junmyeon finally composed himself and shook his head, anger flaring up inside of him. “You know full well there is nothing between Irene and me.”
“I said maybe there should be!”
“Don’t be ridiculous! Irene and I are friends! Simply friends! You know that! The public knows that too! Unlike with our relationship! I know we’re not actively keeping it secret but not having the press on my back because of it, is something I want to maintain. So excuse ME for not publicly being all over you.”
You scoffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “So paying attention to my group performing is being publicly all over me? Me asking you to cheer for my group is already too much? Fine. But then don’t come here and tell me I was awesome when I know you haven’t even watched! Go and say the same thing to Irene. There we all know it won’t be a lie.”
“Maybe I’ll do that!” Junmyeon spat, barely holding his anger back now. He ran his hands through his hair and glared down at you.
“Good”, you hissed and pushed against his chest, going past him and to your group.
Your members were shell-shocked and stared at you with a mixture of worry and fear. Some of them even looked over your shoulder towards Junmyeon.
You motioned for your members to move back to your table, ignoring their glances and questions. As an idol you were professional enough to not break down just yet. You’d have enough time once you’d be back at the dorm.
On your way back you passed the rest of the EXO members going backstage. They greeted you but you ignored them as you still were out of sight of the cameras. Even though you knew they had nothing to do with it, you just couldn’t react to them as of now.
Junmyeon still stood in front of the changing room, staring at the closed door with empty eyes. Ever so slowly the realisation of what just happened dawned on him. Regret filled his insides but he couldn’t just run after you. Not here.
A hand on his shoulder brought him back to the present. He turned his head and noticed his group surrounding him, Sehun having his hand on his shoulder and raising an eyebrow in silent question.
“I think I made a mistake”, Junmyeon whispered and closed his eyes. He swallowed the bail of nausea crawling up his throat back down and inhaled deeply in order to keep himself calm.
You sat down on your chair again and pointedly stared at the stage, forcing your lips to form a soft smile for any cameras that might be turned towards you. Still, your eyes showed how empty you felt just now.
When EXO appeared on stage you desperately wanted to look away but knew that would draw even more suspicion. So you stayed in your position and simply kept staring at the stage.
“You need to talk to him again”, one of your group members whispered to you, getting your attention. “Both of you look awful after what happened.”
Your eyes focused on Junmyeon on stage. He looked professional - just how you looked professional too. “I don’t think I can”, you murmured, more to yourself than to your members.
“Of course you can!”
“Just go backstage! If anyone asks, you need to go to the restrooms.”
“Go and talk to him!”
You sighed deeply and shook your head. Your members were right. Even though you didn’t really want to talk to him right now, still feeling some of your anger, you had to go through with it. Sighing once more, you finally stood up and excused yourself.
Junmyeon noticed immediately that you stood up and left the table, having looked at you whenever he could during the performance. While you had looked at the stage and probably saw the performance, he got what you meant with not cheering for you.
As soon as the last tone of the song cleared out and the moderator stepped back on the stage, Junmyeon hurried away. You hadn’t returned to your table yet and Sehun, as well as the others, had told him to speak to you once the performance was over. Therefore Junmyeon hoped you’d still be backstage, making the whole talking to you a lot easier.
Junmyeon came to a halt when he saw you standing opposite from the backstage entrance. He walked over to you hesitantly as he couldn’t believe you had been waiting for him.
“You looked professional out there.”
He laughed dryly and shook his head. “You also looked professional at your table. But I don’t want you to look professional.”
“Neither do I.”
Junmyeon held one of his hands out for you, silently begging you to take it. When you placed your hand in his and even stepped closer to him, a stone fell from his heart and it suddenly felt like he could breathe again. “It’s not too much asking me to cheer for you”, he whispered as he stared at your connected hands, drawing circles into your skin again. “But I swear I didn’t ignore your performance. You really were awesome out there!”
You moved even closer to him, leaning against his chest and nuzzling into him. “I’m also sorry for my jealous ass behaviour back there.”
Junmyeon shook his head and wrapped his arms around your form, holding you tightly. “No, you had every right to feel that. It was my fault for thinking I shouldn’t cheer you on so the press won’t know that I’m in love with you.”
You snickered softly. “I’d say you’re ridiculous to think the press would come to that conclusion, but sadly they are that delusional to say just that.”
“And I don’t mind”, Junmyeon told you, kissing the top of your head, “you’re my girlfriend and I won’t deny nor hide my love for you any longer.”
Prompt: How would the Stray Kids members react to you having small hands
Requested? Yes
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 795
Warnings: None
AN: Slowly getting back into writing, I'm gonna try to add more reactions in between fics so I'm not burning myself out. I struggled a bit to not repeat reactions because imo the members would all be kind of similar but hopefully this turned out okay! Gender neutral reader, gifs are not mine.
Stray Kids Masterlist
Other Groups Masterlist
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Bang Christopher Chan
Chan knew that your hands were smaller ever since the first time he held them, but it wasn't something he actively paid attention to until he saw you in one of his hoodies. You had come to visit him at the studio and the first thing he noticed was your sweater paws. The fabric easily went past your fingers and made you look even smaller than before. Chan couldn't help himself from trapping one of your hands between his own, pushing the sleeve back so he could play with your fingers and admire how small and delicate your hands really were. Needless to say he didn't let go of your hand for the rest of the night, saying it was motivation for him to finish his work.
Rest of the members under the cut!
Lee Minho
If there was one thing that Minho loved doing, it was teasing you. Your hands being smaller than his just gave him more motivation. Whenever you two held hands he couldn't help but lift them to his face to get a closer look. Seeing how his hand completely engulfed your own, he would always laugh and shake his head a bit. "It always shocks me how small your hands are, I can barely feel it." You would always pout and try to pull your hand away only for him to quickly grab it again. No matter how much he teases you, he always makes sure to remind you that he loves it and it makes him feel like he's protecting you whenever he holds your hand.
Seo Changbin
Almost, if not everything about you was smaller than Changbin and that's something he adores about you. It makes him feel strong and like he's protecting you whenever he realizes just how small you are compared to him, and your hands are no exception. He likes to sandwich your hand between both of his and watch as it basically disappears, or randomly grab your hand and stuff both of them in his pocket while you two are walking. It was a bit awkward for you at first, but now you love it and it's become a habit for whenever you two are together. Changbin loves it since it means he gets to keep you close and feel you with him, and you often feel him rub the back of your palm with his thumb as you two continue walking.
Hwang Hyunjin
So in love with how small and delicate your hands are, especially your fingers. Hyunjin loves playing with your fingers whenever he needs to focus or if he's nervous. Your touch his comforting and he can easily fidget with them while holding your hand in his lap. If you like wearing rings he's the type to twirl them around or move them on and off your finger, imagining that one day said ring will be from him instead.
Han Jisung
Another member that loves teasing you for how small your hands are. However, instead of comparing your palms or grabbing your hands like the others, he prefers watching you grab random things and seeing how small your hand is in comparison. Also the type to ask you to hold onto his arm just to see if you can reach your fingers around him. Also loves pulling your hands to his cheeks only to laugh at how small they are compared to him.
Lee Felix
Felix finds your small hands cute but, unlike some of the others, he isn't one to go out of his way to point it out. Occasionally he will press your palms together just for fun but he prefers just holding your hand, something he loves doing. Whether it be while you're out together or just cuddled up watching a movie, Felix will always be holding your hand, keeping it safe between his larger ones.
Kim Seungmin
Seungmin took notice of how small your hands were but it wasn't something that he ever felt the need to point out. When he holds your hand he does it to be close to you and doesn't really pay attention to how small your hand is in his own. There have been a few times where he will bring it up randomly just to mess with you, but overall it isn't really something that he pays attention to.
Yang Jeongin
Jeongin absolutely loves that you have tiny hands and he doesn't hesitate to let you know every chance he can. He is always holding your hand up to his just to prove how small it really is, laughing and grabbing onto it when you try to pull away. Also loves pulling your hand up to press gentle kisses to the back of your palm and press your hand against his cheek, giggling softly as he felt your touch. He's so soft for you and these moments never fail to show it.
(pretend you're Felix)
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P: Jisung x female reader | G: timestamp, fluff, comfort, established relationship au | Inc: period pain, movie night, blanket fort, dropping a glass | Wc: 353 | W: broken glass, period mention| R: G
Min's notes; fully inspired by the time my cramps were so bad i was frozen still in my kitchen. i didn't break a glass tho-
Y/n freezes when the glass slips out of her hand, breath caught in her throat as shockwaves of pain go up the lower part of her back. There’s broken glass on the floor, water everywhere and period-induced agony; it’s overwhelming. Unable to bring herself to move even a step, y/n’s rooted to the spot, tears very quickly burning her eyes.
“Baby?” Jisung calls out, and y/n feels the drip of tears on her cheek, unable to call out to her boyfriend, “is everything okay? Did something break?”
The resulting silence consumes Jisung, compelling him to untangle himself from the blanket fort and wonder into the kitchen. Worries chip away at him during the short distance from the living room and the kitchen, and Jisung’s heart drops when he sees y/n. Standing with glass at her feet.
He sees the tears, and more or less leaps into action.
“Lift your foot for me?” He asks, brushing what he can into the dustpan and checking for any cuts. There aren’t any, and relief ultimately washes into his chest. He dries the water off of the floor, drops the cloth in the sink and offers to help y/n walk into the living room to continue their movie night.
Y/n melts into her boyfriend’s arms, basking in his embrace. The pain’s still there, and y/n allows herself to be waddled into the living room, bundling under the blanket fort, and pulling the nearest cushion flush against her abdomen. Jisung returns a few moments later, hot water bottle in one hand, painkillers, and a glass water in the other. Her saviour.
“Delivery for my favourite person ever?”
“Han Jisung you’re a godsend.” She downs the painkillers, replacing the cushion with the hot water bottle. The relief is immediate, and y/n plants several appreciative kisses onto Jisung’s face.
“Thank you baby, and, you know, about the glass—”
“Don’t worry about it~ it’s just one glass, we can replace it, but” Jisung shuffles in closer, bringing his face right up to y/n’s ear. “A few more kisses would be perfect, you know?”
Warnings: mentions of previous fights, mentions of heartbreak, lots of tears, breaking up, a physical fight, bruised lip, bloody nose, more crying, some curse words... that should be it
Wordcount: 1.307
A/N: Am I obsessed with this song? Yeah, pretty much since it came out. Do I love the band? With my whole heart! Do I have more written based on there songs? Yep, yep I have more. But for now, please enjoy this one shot and tell me what you think!
You heard the banging on the door clearly through your now empty apartment. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you sat between a bunch of moving boxes.
The banging continued and you even heard the dull pleas from Dojoon on the other side of the door.
He kept pounding against it for the past twenty minutes already but you couldn’t bring yourself to get back to the door again after you shut it prior.
When he first knocked you had opened the door, forgetting to look through the little spy hole who was there. Your breath got caught in your lungs when you saw the disheveled figure of Dojoon in front of you. He had one hand stemmed into his side, inhaling the air greedily as if he just ran a marathon.
“You’re leaving?” He all but gasped, his eyes searching your face for something you weren’t sure of.
You didn’t know what to answer him. Sure, you were leaving this apartment but you weren’t about to drop from the surface of the earth. Additionally you didn’t want to leave, you didn’t want to leave him but the constant fights and yelling and heartbreak made you consider to finally cut ties.
There was only so much your heart could take.
“I know I can make you mad and it probably wasn’t the best idea to ignore your calls when you needed me but please, you can’t do this to me. To us.”
You noticed the tears welling up in his eyes and how he fidgeted with his hands, wanting to touch you, hold your hand but unsure how you’d react to it.
“Please, yell at me, curse me, cry. You can even punch me, whatever it takes, please. Please, don’t leave.”
You bit on your lower lip, trying to keep your emotions at bay. You still loved him, your heart and body yearned for him to hold you but wrapping your arms around your torso had to make do. Soft sniffles escaped your lips as you slowly started to shake your head. “It’s too late for that”, you whispered, voice breaking into a sob.
Dojoon tried reaching out for you but you hurridly stepped back and shut the door between the both of you.
With the barrier between you the sobs broke out freely, shaking your whole body in the process. You pulled yourself away from the door and back to the living room, where you broke down between the moving boxes.
Ever since Dojoon hammered against your door as he simultaneously called your cell phone over and over again. After the first three times you turned off the sound and vibrations. Now you only stared at the screen lighting up whenever he tried calling you again.
By now your tears had dried and your senses dulled, letting you sit apathetically on the floor and stare into nothingness. Everything shifted into the background as you disconnected yourself from the whole situation. You hardened your heart and numbed your emotions until you practically became a shell of yourself. You didn’t know how much time passed, having lost the sense of it in your state.
Loud yelling from outside of your apartment pulled you back to reality. You sluggishly turned your head towards the front door, needing several seconds to actually focus on your sense of hearing before you were able to register the words that got screamed.
You hesitantly got up and moved back to the door, staring at it warily. Now you heard a voice that didn’t belong to Dojoon. A voice that sounded quite aggressive and not like the desperate tone Dojoon had while he yelled at your door. You flinched when something or maybe even someone got slammed into your door. After a few heartbeats you ever so slowly creeped up to your door, peeking through the spy hole.
You gasped and clasped your hand in front of your mouth, seeing one of your neighbours down the floor fighting with Dojoon.
Without thinking you opened the door and rushed out on the hallway. “Stop it!” You clasped your hands in front of your chest, staring at the two men in front of you with wide, shaking eyes.
Both of them turned their heads to you, one with a bloody nose and the other with a bruised lip.
“What are you doing?”
They looked at each other and back at you, both of them starting to explain two different reasons at the same time.
You stared at them in disbelief. Even though they had talked at the same time you got the gist of it. Your neighbour thought Dojoon was bothering or even low key harassing you and decided to take matters in his own hand to help you, while Dojoon wanted him to leave again so he could talk to you.
Dojoon pushed your neighbour away, turning and even taking a step towards you.
You hit his chest without much force, feeling the tears welling up once again. “What were you thinking?”
Your neighbour looked between the both of you, narrowing his eyes momentarily before he sighed and walked back to his own apartment.
You hit Dojoon again, crying silently in frustration. Dojoon caught your fists and pressed them against his chest, smoothing them out until your palms rested on his chest and followed the movement of his breathing. “I fucked up”, he whispered and leaned down to place his forehead against yours.
“You can’t build a world out of broken dreams. You need to let me go”, you told him as you tried controlling your sobs again. You moved one of your hands up to his cheek, thumb lightly brushing over his bruised lip. “You can’t make me come back to you. Not like this.”
Dojoon inhaled sharply and closed his eyes, his brows furrowing as if he was in pain. A tear rolled down his cheek and when he opened his eyes again you noticed how red they were.
“Please.” Now you were pleading for him to understand. “Please, let me go.”
“How could I?” Dojoon exhaled shakily, slowly realising this was a fight he was about to lose. “How could I let you go? I know I don’t deserve you and I took so much for granted and I just realised that I need you like you needed me.” His hands tightened around the one on his chest, the fear of losing you way too palpable.
“Please.”
Dojoon stared at you with red rimmed eyes, tears silently running down his cheek. It mirrored your expression almost perfectly, though they had slightly different reasons. With a defeated cry Dojoon dropped your hand, accepting his fate. “So I really can’t make you come back to me.” He rubbed over his eyes with his sleeve, silently cursing himself for being so stupid.
Your lips quivered as you leaned forward and pressed them one last time against his bruised ones. The kiss tasted salty and conveied all the regret and the love you two still felt.
“Thank you”, you whispered while you stepped back, your hand ever so slowly dropping from his cheek. You looked at him one last time, clutching the door as if your life depended on it.
“I hope you’ll come back to me.” Dojoon looked at you with hopeful eyes. “One day at least.”
You mustered a crooked smile as you closed the door, not daring to answer him without breaking down once more. You leaned against the closed door, silently listening to his retreating steps.
He could make you mad, he could make you scream. He definitely could make you cry and made you actually leave. Sometimes he even made you hate him for everything, even hate yourself for saying things you didn’t mean. But you couldn’t say whether he could make you come back to him.
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Elia Kanisson let out a grunt as she withdrew her silver dagger and watched the werewolf’s body crumple to the ground. She kept an eye on it in case she’d somehow missed its heart, but the corpse did not move again and she let out a quiet breath. From behind her came a quiet curse. Turning, she eyed Soobin curiously.
“You okay over there, Big Bad?” She asked, using his Hunter name since they were still in the field and anyone could be listening.
He shook his head, frowning. “Yeah, Little Red, I’m fine. Nothing life-threatening, just got some of the wolf’s blood on this jacket that Junnie gave me.”
“Ah, I see.” Elia smiled. She thought it was sweet how much Soobin cared about his boyfriend, especially since the tall male was known for being tough and scary. “If you treat the stain as soon as you get home, it’ll probably come out alright.”
Soobin nodded, releasing the fabric and straightening. “Right. Now c’mon partner, let’s clean this up and get back to HQ.”
Grinning, she complied and soon the two of them were back in their car on their way to report in. The time passed swiftly, stories being traded and laughed over as they traveled.
As soon as they returned to HQ and finished their debriefing, their handler came and pulled them aside.
"Hey Jiyong, what's up?" Elia asked, smiling at the older man.
Jiyong returned her smile briefly before his grim expression returned. "I know you just came back from a Hunt, but we've just been contacted by a local aquarium. They say they have a siren who's acting up and they want him gotten rid of. The whole thing sounds fishy, so I'd like you two to look into it and rescue the siren if my suspicions prove true."
Elia nodded seriously, Soobin mimicking the gesture. "We'll get cleaned up and head out right away." She said, taking the report papers from Jiyong and bidding him farewell.
"I've never heard of an aquarium that had an actual siren before." Soobin commented as they headed for the showers on the second floor. "Wonder how they got him."
"A raid on his Clan, probably." Elia growled, amber eyes dark with fury. "Every so often a down-on-their-luck aquarium will hire some shady divers to raid a Siren Clan and kidnap some of the inhabitants. Usually they get caught, either by the warriors guarding the Clan or by human authorities. I wonder how they managed to slip this one through."
"Well, I guess we're about to find out!" Soobin declared. Elia voiced her agreement and the two parted ways to go to their respective shower rooms.
Once freshened up, they returned to the car and made their way to the aquarium. During the trip, Elia took several deep breaths to try and calm her anger. She hated seeing anyone mistreated, human or not. It was going to take great restraint to keep her cool, she knew that for sure.
Upon arriving at the aquarium, ironically called "The Happy Times Aquarium", Soobin turned to Elia. "I suggest we divide and conquer once inside. I'll talk to the employees and try to keep their attention. Meanwhile, see if you can get the siren to tell you what's really going on."
"Sounds good." Elia said shortly, still tamping down the last of her anger.
A couple of shady-looking employees met them at the door. "You must be the Hunters." Said the taller of the two, a thin woman with dirty blonde hair, pale skin and hard eyes. "I trust you've been briefed on the situation?"
Soobin took the lead, for which Elia was grateful. "You may call me Big Bad, this is my partner Little Red. And yes, we're aware of what is expected of us. Before that, we'd like to assess the situation for ourselves. If you'll allow it, my partner can speak to the siren while I speak with his handlers."
The woman hesitated, glancing at her male companion nervously. "I-I suppose that would be alright. I'll warn you that he's known to be violent on occasion."
Soobin offered the woman a bright smile, eyes disappearing as his dimples flashed into view. The woman visibly relaxed, falling prey to the ravenette's charming good looks. "Don't worry, we're well trained. My partner is more than capable of handling the siren if he acts up."
Fears assuaged, the woman led them to a blocked off exhibit room. "The creature and his handlers are in there. Good luck, and don't say I didn't warn you."
Stepping inside, Elia saw at once that the room was greatly under-equipped to care for a siren. The exhibition tank was far too small, preventing him from fully stretching out when swimming. Upon closer inspection she noted that the water in the tank was fresh instead of the briny saltwater a siren needed. It was quite clear this poor creature was not the evil one here.
Touching her fingertips to the surface of the water, Elia spoke soft words in the tongue of the sirens. It was not the first time she was grateful to have a siren as her best friend.
Almost immediately the siren's head broke the surface, dull teal eyes wide with surprise. It must have been a long time since he heard his native language.
"Who are you? How do you know our words?"
His voice was hoarse, most likely from being forced not to speak. Elia felt her heart clench, but managed to keep her voice steady.
"My name is Elia. My best friend is a siren, and she taught me your language."
As she spoke, Elia examined what she could see of the siren. His teal hair hung limp and lifeless, his skin was abnormally pale. Heavy dark circles hung beneath his eyes, and he was painfully thin. One set of gills looked somewhat darker than the other, the skin pocked and bubbly as if it had been burnt. Through the clear water she could see that the scales of his gorgeous blue-green tail were as dull as his eyes, and there were a few rips in the fins.
"These people hurt you, didn't they?" She asked, blinking back a sudden threat of tears. Noting his hesitation, she added "I'm sure they told you we were here to kill you, but that's not entirely true. If these humans are mistreating you, we can get you out."
At this the siren seemed to perk up. "Can you really get me out of here?"
The raw hope in his voice made Elia's heart twist with a mix of rage and sorrow. Swallowing thickly, she nodded. "Yes. But you need to tell me how they hurt you. Not everything, just a little bit."
The siren rubbed his damaged gills tenderly. "They are the cause of this. I wouldn't listen to their orders, so they shocked me with some kind of electric device until it burned the skin. These gills still work, but not as well as the others."
Elia felt sick. Humans like these were no better than the monsters she killed, and she jumped at any opportunity to ruin their plans.
"I'm going to go talk to my partner. No matter what happens, you can trust that we will get you out of this awful place." She held out her forefinger and thumb the way Alys had shown her. "I promise." The siren touched his fingers to hers, a faint swirl of blue magic circling the digits.
A tiny smile appeared on the siren's face, and Elia matched it with one of her own. Then she turned and motioned for Soobin to step away from the handler he was questioning.
"He told me a bit of how they treat him. It's horrid Soobin, we've got to get him out of here! They're slowly killing him, and he won't last much longer."
Soobin's features twisted, and for a moment Elia saw her own anger reflected in his dark eyes. Then the mask fell back in place and he whispered a plan.
"These people seem quite eager to be rid of him, but they also seem reluctant to have him killed here."
"Probably don't want to clean up the mess." Elia hissed.
"Probably not. Anyways, what I'll tell them is that we will definitely take care of him, but that we have our own special places to do it so they don't have to handle the mess. If we can have him shift, give him some clothes and get him in the car without incident we should be good. We can work on fleshing out our story with Jiyong later in case they try to follow up."
Elia nodded. "Alright, let's do it." Inhaling deeply, she turned back to the siren to fill him in.
"We're going to tell them we plan to take you elsewhere to kill you, but instead we'll take you somewhere safe. Can you shift to your human form?"
The siren nodded. "I can, but I'll need clothes. They kept some in that locker over there for when they took me out to clean the tank."
Elia retrieved the clothes, placing them in the siren's reach before turning away to give him privacy. A few moments later she felt a tentative tug at her sleeve and turned back around.
Now on two legs, the siren wore a thin T-shirt, cargo pants, and sneakers with the laces removed. The clothes were baggy on his thin frame, nearly swallowing him. Smiling encouragingly, Elia placed a gentle hand on his back, leading him over to Soobin.
"Can't thank you enough for taking this thing off our hands. Far more trouble than we ever imagined. I'd say we'll all be glad to see him go."
I bet you are, you piece of shit. Elia raged internally, the false smile on her face beginning to hurt her cheeks. She wanted nothing more than to rip them all to shreds, but reminded herself that she was better than these wastes of space.
It wasn't until they were in the car and pulling out of the parking lot that Elia was fully able to relax. Feeling eyes on her, she turned her head and found the siren gazing at her almost unblinkingly.
"Thank you for saving me." He murmured, voice growing stronger the more it was used.
Another smile, this one fully genuine, spread across her face. "You're welcome. I'm glad we were able to help."
"You told me your name, but I haven't told you mine. I am Jongho."
"It's lovely to meet you, Jongho." Elia could see exhaustion creeping onto his face, so she held out her arm and motioned for him to lean against her. "You look tired. We have a ways to go, you should get some rest."
A small yawn escaped Jongho as he laid his head on Elia's shoulder, falling asleep almost immediately. Her smile turned tender as she watched him sleep, a comfortable silence hanging in the air.
Back at HQ once more, Elia and Soobin spoke in hushed tones as they discussed with Jiyong what would happen to Jongho. Jiyong and Soobin wanted to send him to The Haven, a safe house for rescued creatures of all kinds. Elia, on the other hand, disliked the idea. The Haven was full to overflowing, and she had a feeling the last thing Jongho needed right now was to be in a cramped space with a bunch of other species.
"Well, since you're against The Haven, I suppose you have an alternative suggestion?" Jiyong inquired.
Elia nodded firmly. "He can stay with me. You both know my penthouse is far too big for just one person, and quite honestly, I'd be glad of the company."
Jiyong sighed, knowing he'd already lost this battle. "Very well then. But the instant he becomes too much for you to handle, he goes straight to The Haven."
"Very well." Elia conceded. In her own mind she promised herself that such a time would never come.
It took several weeks for Jongho to get used to his freedom. He'd been an unwilling performer for so long, he had to relearn what it was like to have free will.
Elia was patient with him, never pushing him when he became overwhelmed. As time went on she came to realise that she was starting to feel things for Jongho, things that went beyond just friendliness and sympathy for his situation.
One day not long after she came to this realisation, Jongho approached her, looking more serious than she'd seen him in a while.
"What's up?" She asked, speaking English since he'd once told her he felt more comfortable speaking it these days as opposed to his native tongue.
"I, um, I have a confession to make."
Elia put a bookmark in the book she was reading and closed it. "Go ahead."
His eyes were glued firmly to the floor, not daring to look up for fear he'd see only rejection. "I think I like you. N-Not as a friend, but as, well…"
Elia placed her hands on Jongho's shoulders, causing him to look up as his words faded. "I like you too, Jongho. And in just the same way."
The siren's teal eyes sparkled as he took in the sincerity on her face. "You do? Really?"
"Yes, really. I've been trying to figure out how best to tell you, but it seems you beat me to it." Elia giggled, and Jongho let out a small laugh of his own.
"Then, may I kiss you?" He asked, so softly she almost didn't hear him.
"Of course." She replied, moving her hands from his shoulders to cup his face.
Their lips met, and Elia suddenly felt as though she was floating. Jongho's kisses were soft and cautious, as though he feared hurting her. When they finally parted for air, he seemed reluctant to let her go.
"It's okay Jjong, I'm not going anywhere. You can have all the kisses you desire."
A chuckle left him as a mischievous spark came into his eyes. "Careful what you wish for, sweet human."
A/N: I wrote this obviously with the actual song in mind but whatever song you find fits will work!
Pairing: Yeonjun x fem!reader
Warnings: none
Genre: masquerade, angst, went for a somewhat gothic romance vibe
WC: 2394
The steady tempo of music sang beautifully across the ballroom. The plucked strings of the cello harmonized stunningly with the pulled threads of the violin, mixing in time with the keys of the piano. Classical tunes fit for dancing amongst the wealthy who had the luxury of spending their nights in such a setting.
It was foolish.
While the music calmed you, it also set you on edge. You stood off to the side, arms folded delicately over your chest. A grumble left your lips when you felt an itch on your scalp, and every ounce of willpower in you was needed to not scratch at it and ruin your pinned up hair. Your mother would never let you hear the end of it.
You could see her across the room with your father. The masks they wore to fit the theme of the party did little to hide their identities. The dress she wore practically glowed with how pricey it was, and mask your father donned was gaudy like a peacock’s tail. They were speaking to what seemed to be a young man, perhaps a pleasant conversation. By the way they smiled and laughed with the unknown individual, things seemed to be in good favor.
Another suitor.
You scoffed to yourself. It was such an archaic excuse to flaunt their money and status. A fancy party in honor of finding you the perfect husband. So many men have come to you asking you to dance. You’ve lost count how many you’ve turned away. You just wanted to get through the night and go to bed. You had no intention of playing nice with greed.
You almost cursed the mask you wore for hiding the blatant look of disdain on your face. It framed your eyes perfectly, concealing your expression from everyone. You would have loved to take it off; maybe then the gentleman speaking to your parents would have walked away. Instead, he was headed straight toward you.
He stopped in front of you, ignoring your guarded stance. Folding an arm over his lower torso, he bowed politely. “Princess, might I say you look astonishing this evening.” He stood straight again, holding out a hand in a silent plea to dance with him.
You sighed. Your arms remained folded. “I’m not royalty. Thanks for the compliment. But I’m not dancing with you. Sorry.”
The offput way you spoke did the trick. The man looked uncomfortable now, unsure of what to say. So he cleared his throat, gave you a short nod, and walked away.
A low chuckle sounded behind you, startling you briefly. “That seemed a bit mean. Poor fellow looks like he’s run away to lick his wounds.”
He was sharp, dressed properly in a fine black suit and bowtie. His mask was a dark tone of silver outlined with black thread. His hair was combed back neatly with only a few strands falling over his eyes. Despite most of his face being hidden behind the mask, he was a handsome individual, that much you knew. You tilted your head in thought; he seemed familiar.
You noticed the two glasses of champagne he held in his hands. He held one out to you. “You looked like you could use a pick me up.” He grinned softly when you took it, his fingers brushing yours fleetingly.
You looked at the golden liquid inside the glass. “So, are you another one of my parents’ attempts?” you asked, taking a small sip.
“Attempts?” he repeated. “If you mean those numbskulls who think they can impress your folks by wooing you on the dance floor, I’m afraid not. I’d like to think I have a bit more class than that.”
“But you sought me out anyway?”
He met your gaze evenly. “I have no interest in status or impressing your parents.” He gave you a once over, taking in the flowing black ballgown that hugged your bodice just right. The corset was lined with lace, your shoulders bare from one end to the other. The skirt wasn’t too poofy but it was still elegant. Combined with the black lace mask and choker with a star-shaped charm, you looked like an heiress out of a gothic romance film. He took a sip of his own glass. “Though I have to agree with the previous suitor, you do look stunning tonight.”
His words were more than pretty things. They were genuine. With his face hidden behind the mask, it was easy to hear the true nature of the things he said. And it made your face flush with warmth.
You hummed, turning your glass in your hand to ripple the champagne inside. “You have no interest in marrying me, then?”
The mystery man turned to face you. “Who you marry is your choice. Besides, do you even know me?”
“Can’t say that I do,” you answered. “But something about you is…comfortable.”
His lips twitched, unnoticeable to you, but he kept the smile on his face. “Wouldn’t make much sense marrying a stranger, now, would it?”
You murmured in agreement. “So what are you after by making small talk with me?”
He raised his glass to you, proposing a toast. “Your company is enough.”
You glanced across the room to your mother, who watched you carefully. She held onto the arm of your father, patting gently to get his attention. Though it was hard to see being so far away, you could tell she wasn’t sure about the man you were conversing with. They didn’t know who he was.
You clinked your glass with his and raised it. “You know just what to say it seems, Mystery Man.” You both sipped from your drinks, and you spared him a tiny smile. “So, you know who I am. Can I at least know your name?”
He held a finger to his lips and winked. “A secret. Besides, I kind of like Mystery Man. Makes me sound cool.”
You nearly snorted in laughter. He was entertaining if anything. “At least I know I’ll end this night on a high note. I’m ready for this to be over.”
“Don’t fancy a party in your honor? Or…” He nodded to your parents across the ballroom. “Is it because they intend to hand you off to the highest bidder?” You gave him a deadpanned look, and he responded with a smirk. Taking your glass from your hand, he placed both on a tray held by a server passing by. “Then why don’t we pass the remaining time with a dance?” At your hesitation, he tilted his head curiously. “Unless you have two left feet.”
You folded your arms again. You looked at the hand he held out to you as he waited patiently. Another glance at your parents, who were both staring at you now, and you made your decision.
You took his hand and let him lead you to the center of the dance floor. His grasp was gentle but firm, guiding you steadily through the crowd that slowly began parting to create a path for you. The music had stopped, leaving the hall in silence. The guests who were dancing before had ceased and began moving to the sidelines. All eyes were on you. The heiress who was also the subject of the party. Everyone attending knew your parents were looking for someone suitable to take your hand. And everyone waited the entire night for you to show interest in any of them. This moment was a shock to not only your parents, but the guests.
No one knew the identity of the mysterious gentleman who now held your hand.
You stood facing each other. Keeping your hand in his, he circled his other arm around your waist. Your free hand rested on his shoulder. And you both waited for the music to start. You felt the bile of nerves rising in your stomach. You were anxious being in the spotlight. But he gave you another sweet smile and it calmed you.
In the tense silence, there was a heavy atmosphere ready to suffocate you. But as soon as the piano started playing a haunting melody, his grip on you tightened as he braced himself to lead you in the dance.
“Trust me,” he murmured to you.
A small push at your waist and a tug of your hand, you moved with him as the percussion began. The first steps always made you panic in fear that you would misstep or your timing would be off. But he guided you gracefully, moving you left and right in a complete 360. The strides you made with him became wider, but your eyes never left his. The bright lights that had blinded you before were dim now, the chatter from guests had dulled into a low murmur, and the nerves that made your stomach coil with uneasiness had loosened into a sense of calm.
The rhythm of the music intensified, and with it, your movements. Your partner spun you around in quick circles, twirled you in time with the music, and you found it surprisingly easy to follow his lead. Without parting your hands, you spun out, throwing your free arm back with elegant poise. You both bowed to each other before you spun back into his arms. You felt like you were in a trance; you couldn’t remember the last time you danced like this. Like your life was narrated by the ballad that controlled your instinct.
He watched the way your ballgown fluttered out every time you turned. It looked like shimmering midnight surrounding you in a veil. His confidence grew the more you danced together, and he was no longer afraid of making a fool of himself. He had your full attention. He was determined to make this the highlight of your dreary evening.
The mysterious man twirled you again, catching you with your back to his chest. He held both of your hands, lacing your fingers together in one hand before letting go of the other. You now faced opposite directions, joined only by your intertwined hands. The music had reached its final bridge, a deep bass blaring across the ballroom in a powerful beat. The two of you held each other’s gazes once again as you slowly circled.
You mentally berated yourself. You swore you wouldn’t fall for a suitor you knew nothing of. But…was he a suitor? Was he truthful in his words when he said he had no desire of pleasing your parents? Something about him was so familiar, drawing you further into the seduction of curiosity and temptation.
The final verse of the song began, and you were back in his arms. Spinning, swaying, twirling. You were becoming dizzy, both from the movements and your confusion. You barely had a moment to ponder when the song would end before he let go of your hand. His arm quickly wrapped around you, one hand cradling the back of your neck and the other hanging onto you by the small of your back. Your hands instinctually grabbed onto the sleeves of his suit as he dipped you.
And there you froze in a picturesque position, staring at each other with wide eyes. He was smiling, but his breath came out in small pants. Your chest heaved with exhaustion, working overtime to catch your breath as your head reeled from the excitement. Adrenaline was still pumping through your body, making you feel hot. But the song had ended, being replaced with applause from the guests who stood off on the sidelines and watched your dance like it was a concert.
It only took a moment, but your partner finally pulled you back to your feet, and you felt the blood in your veins rush back from your head. He gave you another smile, but it was different. You noticed he suddenly seemed…disappointed. Sad, even. And his eyes behind his mask showed less enthusiasm, less light.
His fingers brushed behind your ear as he fixed a loose strand of your hair that had fallen out of place. “Thank you for the dance,” he said softly, kissing your hand in parting. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening. Goodbye…” He leaned forward, and you momentarily panicked thinking he was trying to kiss you. But he merely brushed his lips near your ear and said your name.
The way he spoke sent another wave of familiarity through you. But before you could question him further, before you could attempt to find out who he was, he blended back into the crowd that began to surround you. Compliments and congratulations rang through the voices encroaching around you. You struggled to find the man in the mosh pit of fancy suits and dresses.
“Just who was that young man?” You vaguely heard your mother speaking to you. Many guests voiced the same level of curiosity. It seemed no one knew who the handsome stranger was.
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Yeonjun awoke with a start, nearly falling back in his chair. Panting heavily, he looked around his small room, taking in the familiar surroundings. He groaned with annoyance, wiping away a spot of drool from the corner of his mouth. He gazed down at the small mess on his desk, having fallen asleep while brooding over the newspaper article that kept him awake most of the night.
The memory of what happened after your dance haunted him since that night.
He pressed his back to the wall, hiding in the hall furthest from the crowd now parading around you. The lady of the party. The one everyone’s eyes were on all night. He took off the mask that was itching at his face, rubbing the sore spot near his eye.
While making sure he could not be seen, he peeked back into the ballroom. To his dismay, another gentleman was by your side already, kissing your hand the same way he did only moments ago. Your parents were smiling at him, talking animatedly with excitement.
But you were lost in thought. Still searching the guests for him. And with a sharp pain jabbing away at his heart, he walked away, leaving his mask behind.
Yeonjun sighed dejectedly as he read the headline that rattled his brain all night.
“Wealthy Heiress Announces Marriage to Prominent Oil Mining Successor: Old Money Talks”
Genres, Tropes & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Mermaid/Merman AU, Strangers to Lovers, Love At First Sight
Content & Trigger Warnings: Merman!Felix, Human!Reader, first kiss, strong feelings, a little bit of magic
Summary: Eight best friends fly to Jeju for a summer of fun, maybe romance, and more and while there they each find something, or perhaps someone, spectacular and entirely unexpected.
While out reef snorkeling, you get separated from your group and end up meeting someone... interesting. The second time you see him, you're certain it's not a coincidence.
MDNI banner courtesy of @kwanisms , divider courtesy of @cafekitsune
A/N: This is part of Where The Shoreline Meets The Sea, a SKZ Collab between myself and seven other members of @cultofdionysusnet
Collab Masterlist | Main Masterlist
You gazed in awe at the beautiful cabin before you, eyes wide as you paused in the struggle with your stubborn luggage. “Wow!” You murmured, taking in everything around you. “This is gonna be the best summer ever!” Excitement coursing through your body, you moved forward to join your friends, stowing your belongings in the room you would share with Kay before returning to join the discussion about what to do for dinner.
A few days later you stepped onto a tour boat with several strangers, ready to go reef snorkeling for the first time in years. As the boat left the dock, your guide began to go over the rules and protocols for a safe diving experience. You listened intently, not wanting a gap in what you remembered to end up causing harm to yourself or someone else in the group.
Finally, you arrived at a gorgeous reef and the guide went around to help everyone don their suits and gear. Once ready, you jumped into the icy expanse and swam several laps to warm yourself up while you waited for the rest to join.
When at last the guide joined you all in the water, you could hardly contain your excitement. Still, you made sure to pay attention as you followed the group below the surface. You sure as hell did not want to get separated from the group in unfamiliar waters. But as you lifted your waterproof camera to document the beauty of the reef, a thought ran through the back of your head that if you were ever to get lost anywhere, you wouldn’t mind it in such a lovely place as this.
Time flew by as you and the others followed the guide from place to place, seeing one gorgeous sight after another. It didn’t take long at all before your camera was full and you decided to go through them quickly to weed out the bad and blurry ones. Once finished, you looked up to see where the group had gone so you could catch back up. To your dismay, you had done exactly what you were trying not to. Panic began to rise within you as your gaze swept the area, attempting to look for any trace of where they might have gone.
Common sense burst through after a moment and you breathed deeply, forcing yourself to remain calm. Having a panic attack in the ocean was not ideal. Moving forward, you got to the place where you had last seen them and began to look around again. Nothing but aquamarine water met your eyes.
Movement off to your left had you whirling around. A flash of colour disappeared behind a large coral formation and you swam towards it, predicament forgotten as curiosity overtook you. By the time you got there, whatever you saw was gone. Another flash, this time on your right. You swam towards it, this time catching a glimpse of a long tail splashed with many bright colours. Your curiosity doubled and you swam after it.
Whatever this is, it’s damn fast. You thought to yourself. Picking up your speed a little, you continued following the splashes of colour until you found that you were approaching a rather large underwater cave. A seed of doubt wriggled into your mind, but you brushed it off. No dangerous marine wildlife you’d ever heard of behaved this way, so you figured you’d be relatively safe. Upon entering the cave, the creature you’d been following stopped and turned toward you. Amber eyes watched you, strangely human as they seemed to glow in the darkness. The creature swam slowly forward until the light from outside illuminated it.
A gasp left you at the sight of something you never even imagined could be real. From the waist up was the appearance of a human male; with tan skin, longish blonde hair and those gorgeous amber eyes. From the waist down, however, was a long scaly tail with large, delicate fins and the bright splashes of colour that had drawn your attention in the first place.
“You’re a…merman?” You murmured, voice sounding scratchy as it filtered through the apparatus on your mask.
He nodded, coming a little closer with something akin to curiosity in his eyes. Perhaps he was as intrigued by you as you were by him.
“May I ask why you had me follow you?” You inquired, staying perfectly still aside from the kicking of your feet to keep yourself afloat. The last thing you wanted was to scare him off. There was a chance he might be able to help you find your snorkelling group.
“I’ve never seen a human up close before, and I thought you were pretty.”
His voice was far deeper than you expected, and his complement made you blush.
“I-Thank you.” A moment of silence passed, then you spoke again. “I was with a group of humans and got separated from them. Did you happen to see where they went?”
The merman nodded, a small smile rising to his face. “I did. I can help you find them too.”
Relief flooded through you and you returned his smile. “I would greatly appreciate that, thank you.”
The merman swam over to you and held out his hand. You took it, blush deepening. His skin was warm, a surprising but welcome contrast to the harsh chill of the water. You struggled to calm your suddenly racing heart as the two of you swam through the reef, heading back toward where the boat had been. Once the boat was within view, the merman stopped.
“They got back on there, but haven’t moved yet.”
“They’re probably trying to figure out exactly where we got separated.” Turning to the merman, you smiled again. “Thank you for helping me. I hope to see you again before I leave.”
It was the merman’s turn to blush, and he seemed to suddenly find his tail quite interesting. “I’d like that.” He said softly. “If the sea gods find it favourable, that is.”
“Let’s hope they do then.” You said cheekily, giving him a small wave before swimming over to the boat.
The instant your head came above water you heard a mix of shouting and cheering from your guide and the other divers. Grinning, you let them help you aboard and explained what happened. You left the merman out of your story, saying instead that you remembered the general direction the boat was in and decided that returning there was your safest bet.
For the next week or so, the mysterious merman was nearly all you thought about. Your friends commented on your uncharacteristic absentmindedness, but you brushed it off as being enthralled by the beauty of coral reef you’d been to.
Halfway into the next week, you decided to head into town and see if you could find a coffee shop anywhere. And find one you did: Blue Hour, a quaint little place with a cosy aura that reminded you of home. A tall, handsome man was behind the counter, his nametag reading “Yeonjun”. He was very talkative and friendly, keeping you entertained while you waited for your order.
As you were turning to leave, your eyes landed on a familiar head of blonde hair and you stopped in your tracks. At about the same time those bright amber eyes landed on you and he, too, stopped walking.
He had legs now. That was the first thing you realised after getting over your initial shock. And as he got closer to you, a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks became clear. And here I thought he couldn’t get any more good-looking. You mused, feeling your face heat.
The smile that bloomed on his face was heart-stopping, bringing up a smile of your own unbidden.
“Would you like to sit and talk?” You asked, motioning to one of the sheltered tables outside the coffee shop. He nodded and followed you to one of the more secluded tables.
Once the two of you were seated, he spoke. “My name is Felix. You left before I could tell you.”
“It’s lovely to see you again Felix. My name is Y/N.”
“A pretty name for a pretty human.” Felix stated, gazing deeply into your eyes.
A blush coating your cheeks, you stuttered out your thanks. Then, clearing your throat, you changed the subject.
“Should I be concerned about you following me?” You asked, a teasing lilt to your voice.
The blonde’s smile morphed into a smirk. “Maybe.” He teased back.
You giggled, feeling strangely at ease with Felix despite barely knowing him.
“So, can you stay in this form for as long as you wish, or will you turn into a pumpkin at midnight?”
Felix laughed, a sweet sound that made your stomach fill with butterflies. “As much as I would love for it to be the latter, I am able to stay like this for as long as I want.”
The two of you talked for the better part of an hour, the time flying by so quickly you weren’t even aware until you noticed the sun had begun to set. Before you could even think about leaving, Felix took your hand in his, skin just as warm as the day you first met.
“Before you leave, could I show you something?”
Intrigued, you nodded. “Sure. What is it?”
The merman’s smile was almost blinding. “That is a surprise.”
“Ooooo, now I really want to know!”
“Felix, are you sure I can’t look yet? I’m gonna trip and fall!”
“Don’t worry Y/N-ah. I’m not gonna let you get hurt, I promise.”
“Okay, I think this is good. You can look now.”
Opening your eyes, you let out an awed breath as you took in the sight before you.
Standing knee deep in the chilly ocean, you were surrounded by a coral reef that was completely bioluminescent. Everywhere you looked, things were glowing: fish, coral formations, even the vegetation.
“Felix, I-It’s beautiful! I’ve never seen anything like it in my life!” You turned to him, eyes reflecting the light around you. “How is this even happening?”
“It’s mer magic.” He explained with a wide grin. “This is where I live.”
Your mouth fell open, heart swelling. Did he really trust you this much, that he was willing to show you his home?
“I brought you here for a reason.” Felix said quietly, taking hold of both hands and pulling you close to him. “Ever since that day we met I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. I came to that coffee shop every day, just hoping to run into you.”
You listened raptly, the bubble of joy inside you growing with each word. Was this going where you thought it was?
“What I’m trying to say is, I really like you Y/N and I wish you didn’t have to leave.”
“Oh Felix…” You put your hands on his shoulder and returned his deep gaze. “I feel the same way. I’ve never felt like this towards anyone before, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go. Whatever it takes, I promise I’ll do my best to work something out.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that, my sweet human.”
His lips met yours and fireworks exploded behind your eyelids.
