Warnings: cursing, religious corruption, satanic rituals, hypocritcy, death,
Background: Reader as torturer after Straykids get sent to hell after their sacrifice to save the boy.
(This is all like ideas not draft worthy lol)
"I promise, I'm going to get you out of here."
“Do you remember your life as a human?” You shake your head no in response, a bitter silence fills the room.
“What is wrong?” He groans annoyed at your expression. “I was wondering something.. from my time as a human.” He yells out loud in anger and shoots up from his seat. He storms to you and lifts you up by your neck, “I’VE TOLD YOU, I WILL NOT INDULGE IN THIS NONSENSE.” You choke silently as you stare back at him in the eyes. He releases his hold on you and you flop down, gasping for air.
That night something strange happened, you would usually stare up at the ceiling because e you don’t sleep. But you felt your eyes drowsy and they drooped close. ‘You open a door to see a man standing in the walkway, in front of a cross in a chapel. "Excuse me," Your voice echoed throughout the empty chapel. The man looked at the floor, you noticed how broad his shoulders are. "You can't be in here, sir." He turns slowly to you, but he doesn't look up.’ You awoke violently with a jolt, sweat dripping from your forehead.
‘You notice a smirk on his lips. His head slowly lifted up, eyes covered by his hair. But then, you saw it. Eyes don't lie. His eyes were pure evil, you were sure of it. 'She's the one. She's the one.' Was repeated around the room. You didn't know where it came from. But it started to grow louder as the man began to approach you. A fog begins to emerge from the ground.’
"You have the devil's mark," you don't know why. But your eyes begin to water, his eyes begin to darken. Going completely black. Then a screeching starts, feeling like it could make you bleed. It causes you to crouch down and cover your ears in panic. You scream loudly as it gets worse. Then something hits you, something entering your body. A memory you don’t recognize flood your mind. You sit on the floor in your bedroom. A man stands above you, you're in a child's body. His face is demonic, body is all black. His hand reaches up, his fingers crocked and sharp as blades. It strikes you as you scream.’
‘All of a sudden, everything stops. You open your eyes and look around. The fog's gone, you feel eyes on you from around the room. A loud chuckle pulls your attention. Then before your eyes, the devil is standing mere inches from you. The same demonic creature from your memory. "Pure perfection." His finger grazes along your cheek and swoops your hair. You try to scream but nothing comes out. Like you're paralyzed. You feel a silhouette creep up behind you. "Relax, we won't hurt you." You black out.’
A/n: By marriage pact I mean with the reader’s twin sister.
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It has always been known that your twin sister would be queen. And you… always a princess.
She is the older one after-all. But nevertheless you were made to believe that you are less. Who could beat the crown princess? Everything was handed to her. Identical to you and yet not.
You were born to be her forever servant. To abide by her side, to her wishes and accept it.
But you would not go down without a fight.
“How are you feeling today?” You ask as you lace the white strings to your sister’s wedding gown. Today she is getting married. To her childhood love, who was also yours, until she stole him right under your feet. Like a rug that was swept.
Lee Felix. A prince from another kingdom. A simple transaction to join their hands.
“A bit nervous, but I know he will love how I look.” This all for him after-all. To sink her claws further.
“Of course, sister, you look divine.”
She turns her head to look back at you, not caring for the mirror in front of her, to assess your reaction. “Oh, y/n.”
Suddenly tears build up in her eyes. Scaring down the cheeks that are yours. Her bottom lip pouts. “I am so grateful that I have you.”
A sudden sentiment? She wants something.
“Don’t cry, Serena.” I reach up to swipe a tear away gently.
“I have a favor to ask, my dear sister.”
Here we go. She cups my hands with her and brings me over to a the small couch in her room. Dragging me along to sit with her.
She sucks in a breath. “Tonight, after the marriage party is over. He will take me to his room, to congregate our joint of hands.”
“Yes… that is procedure for the future rulers.”
“But I do not want to, or rather, I can’t.” Her brows bunch upwards. She squeezes my palms as I feel my pulse quicken. She better not be thinking what I am thinking.
There have been times in the past where your sister and you have posed as the other. A way for her to get out of chores or cheat on a school test. You were always commanded to do whatever she said. An order by the crown princess. An order by your elder sister. You were scared to say no.
“Sister, do you think you could do it for me? Go through with the night with him. And if it works, to continue whenever he wants to pleasure himself?”
She. Has. To. Be. Joking. You stand up. Looking at her in utter disbelief. Shocked.
“But why? Why do you not want to?”
“I intend to stay pure, for life. To be able to go to heaven. I have made a promise with god.”
“Serena… he will know.” Having sex with your childhood crush in your sisters stead is not how you imagined your future. You may be identical, but that much.
“No, he won’t. And if he does… I will explain it to him. He will have to abide by me after we marry.”
Is this her way of making up to you after all those things she did to secure him? You are a virgin. Made sure by her, and you will never marry. Life to solidarity. It was clear she did all of it to show she can easily take what you have.
“Is it an order?” You grit out through your teeth.
Her face falls. “…yes.”
“Then so be it.” Your heels click against the white marble floor as you make your way over to the door. You slam it shut.
~
You await on the blue sheets of the bed, awaiting your sister’s groom. She stated that he insisted to grab champagne to celebrate in private and she took the opportunity to switch with you. Your hair done like she had. And the clothes.
A silk night gown with all-too revealing pink lingerie underneath. Barely the lace covering your parts. And the stockings. Embarrassingly soft.
Genre: High school AU, non-idol AU, slow burn-ish, false relationships, evil!female reader.
Warnings: smut, cursing, bullying, angst, fighting, choking, hair pulling, nicknames, SEX WITH SOMEONE ELSE, unprotected sex,
"You can't have her. She belongs to me."
My lifelong dream girl. You will always be mine. No other man can have you. You are mine. You will be mine. You belong to me.
~
“Y/n,” you hear a faint noise. “Y/n?” Once again, someone calls out to you. You ignore it as your eyes are shut, trying to fall back into your sleep. “Y/n!” You are forced to wake up, your mother standing above you angrily. “Get up! School starts in half an hour,” your eyes widen. “Half an hour?! Shit.” You quickly run out of bed and into the bathroom, you hear your mom yell out to ‘watch your language.’
Today's the first day back, the first time in years you’ve been here. You moved away to be closer to your grandma because she was sick but she passed away a year ago. Your mom moved back a month ago, the same house from your childhood, you left at age 14. Although you arrived three days ago, now you're 17, you didn’t want to come back. Now you’re stuck in this small town.
But there is one good thing that comes out of this. Jeongin. Your childhood crush. He was your neighbor when you were a child and rumor is that, he still lives next to you. Although you haven’t seen him yet. You’re hoping to see him today. “Almost ready?” Your mom asks you as you rush out of the bathroom with your bangs in a roller. “Almost,” you run to grab your school bag and shoes. “Open,” your mom sticks a piece of toast in your mouth as you quickly slide on your shoes.
“Thanks,” you mumble as you open the door. “Forgetting something?” She points to your forehead, right. The roller. You throw it off your freshly dyed hair, the color red, and head out the door, toast still in your mouth. You feel your sock slip down and you bend over to adjust it. A figure stands in front of you. You slowly look up and fall back on your butt. “Jeongin..” you whisper after you pulled the toast out your mouth.
He looks different, blonde and curly. His face looking like fox, he finally grew into his eyes. He tilts his head in confusion, like he didn’t recognize you. You stand up and smooth out your uniform, “it’s y/n. Remember me?” He nods his head and walks away coldly. You sigh and place your hands on your waist, that wasn’t how you wanted to meet him. You run after him, “let me walk with you!” You walk next to him but he keeps his eyes forward, not once looking at you.
“Do you know where class 203 is? It’s my home room and I have no idea where to go.” He ignores you which makes you pout. You hear a pair of footsteps run behind you. You see a girl with a ponytail appear and walks on the other side of Jeongin. “Morning, Jeongin,” she cheerfully squeaks out and he turns to her. He smiles at her and nods his head. You feel a jealousy burn in your veins, who is this weirdo?
“Oh, who is this? Hello, I’m Jelli.” Jelli? What kind of a name is that? “Are you new?” Her voice is so high pitched, it annoys your ears. “Kinda,” you mumble under your breath. “Where’s your class? I could show you.” You take a moment to think about it. I mean, you do need to know where to go. Might as well accept her offer. “Um, class 203,” her eyes twinkle. “Oh, that’s Jeongin’s class too. Just follow him and he’ll take you there.” You make eye contact with him, he stares at you for a minute. What on earth is he thinking? The girl eventually leaves and you continue your silent walk with Jeongin.
~
You get a lot of weird looks as you walk by, not making you self conscious but weirded out that people got staring problems. You reach a classroom right when the bell rings and the teacher immediately calls you out. You had barely walked through the doorway, Jeongin halts with you, “ahh, so you must be y/n, the new student right?” You nod your head and walk closer to his desk. His eyes flicker to Jeongin as he finally departs from your side. “Well, since you know Jeongin, you can sit next to him.” You smile as you head over to the seat next to him at his desk.
The seating is nice, right next to the window so you can doze off or zone out while admiring the view. The sound of the chalk on the board gets to you after a while, so to distract yourself. You fidget with your pencil and lightly tap it on the desk. You’re not paying much attention to the lesson because you had already learned it. You look over to Jeongin and notice he is glued to his book.
“Why are you so quiet?” You whisper softly to him. He looks over to you, his eyes scan your body, head to toe. He turns away and continues reading, making you annoyed. You roll your eyes and continue fidgeting with your pencil. “I miss the old you,” he holds the book in his hand. “Excuse me,” you manage to squeeze out, still trying to maintain a quiet tone. He softly shuts the book he was reading, “I hate how you are now.” You freeze at his words, feeling an anger build up inside you. “I liked you better when we were younger. But now.. you’re different.”
The noisy bell rings and he collects his stuff. You can’t move. The first words he’s said to you in years, ‘I hate how you are now.’ You feel your heart ache and you clutch your chest. The words seem to repeat in your head over and over. The school day passes by without you noticing. "Y/n!" A voice calls out to you as you're walking. Luna. Your sandbox best friend. You feel tears in your eyes as you run to her. She hugs you big ad you cry into her shoulder, “There, there. I missed you so much!”
“I missed your more!” Luna was always there for you growing up. Once you moved away, you stayed in contact. She would visit you every now and then. But she had gotten busy for the past year and haven’t seen each other since. “Let’s walk together!” You walk her halfway to her house, immediately when she departs from you, you feel sad again. You head straight home and crawl into your covers, feeling numb.
~
You finally crawl out the covers around 11:00, you walk over to your window to get a view if the moon. You open the window and sit on the still. You hadn’t notice before that it’s directly across from another window from Jeongin’s house, after all this was your big sister’s room. You watch the moon and the chilly night air hits your body, sending goosebumps on your skin.
“What are you doing?” The voice makes you jump and look for the culprit. Jeongin stares at you from the window across. “Getting some air,” your voice is soft, slightly broken from the crying. He scans your face which makes you look away. “Were you crying, bunny?” The nickname shoots right through you, he used to call you that when you were little. That’s how you met, you were running after your pet bunny and bumped into him. You started to cry from not being able to catch your bunny and he soothed you. A couple hours later, he showed up on your doorstep with your bunny in his hands.
You don’t answer and look away which makes him even more curious, “I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” You shake your head and bite the inside of your cheek, still listening to his apology although. “It’s just..” He sighs, “I didn’t know how to react or what to say. My words came out wrong.” Now you look at him, in his sparkly fox eyes. “I missed you.” His words run straight to your heart, you try to hide a smile. You feel your cheeks redden, butterflies appear in your tummy. A silence overcomes the two of you, just enjoying each other’s company. “I missed you too, Innie.” He laughs softly, the nicknames you have for each other always were good memories.
He leans against the window still, he sighs heavily. “What’s wrong?” He looks at you and shrugs his shoulders. “I think I wanna change my hair color, I don’t know which color though.” You look behind you and smirk, “I have an idea.” He tilts his head and you motion for him to come over. A couple minutes later he’s knocking at your door and you gladly answer it.
~
“My head’s itchy,” his slender finger scratches his hairline. You smack his hand away, “you’ll get the dye on your forehead.” He sighs as you lavish the dye in his hair, you smile contently to yourself. You two are set in your bathroom, the white light shining on you two as he sits on a stool. You stand and occasionally look at his tired eyes through the mirror. He yawns big and grumbles, “sleepy, Innie?” He nods his head as he pouts his lower lip, making you laugh. “I’m almost done. You like?”
He stares at you through the mirror for a couple seconds, making you feel nervous. “We’re matching..” You pause your movements as you listen to what he says. “We’re both so different now. All grown up,” you set the brush down on the towel. You lean against the counter in front of him. “Well, you’re not so different. I immediately recognized you. My Innie, with the big fox eyes.” You squeeze his cheek, but he doesn’t pull away like he used to. Instead, he places his hand on top of yours, stroking it softly as your hand warms up his cheek. “Guess you didn’t change either, I was wrong. You’re the same as before. Maybe even better..”
You get lost in his eyes, his words, the feeling. Could it be? That he is starting to like you, to fall for you? After all these years, he has finally noticed you? You pull your hand away and clear your throat. You think quick on your feet, trying to change the topic, “so, does that mean you didn’t recognize me? Did the toast distract you?” He snorts out at the mention, he smiles softly. “No, I did recognize you. I just couldn’t believe it. You were really back, I felt as if I were dreaming.” You pick the brush back up, you continue to flow the dye through his hair. Your body, face, all facing him. “Didn’t know I meant that much to you..”
His eyes twinkle up at you, “You mean a lot to me.” You heart stops, feeling like if you breathe, he’ll fly away. “How? I thought I annoyed you. Always chasing after you, the girl with a hopeless crush.” His brows furrows and he tilts his head slightly, “hopeless crush? Wha- you liked me?” You scoff, how did he not know, “I thought that was obvious. I don’t just cry in front of everyone, you know. I hopelessly chased you, my bunny was my life and then you were, you were all that mattered.”
You step back as you finished, “all done. Now we wait ten minutes and rinse!” You rinse the bowl in the sink, he sits the whole time watching you. You turn around and see a smear on his forehead, he must’ve scratched his hair. You laugh as you take out your phone, his seriousness on his face makes it ten times more funny. You snap pictures of him like crazy and he immediately chases after you to delete them. You stuff it under your shirt and he halts his movements while putting his hands on his waist, “do you really think I won’t grab it from there, bunny?”
You glare at him, “you wouldn’t, Innie.” You tease him and walk over to him. “Come on, let’s finish your hair.” You grab his hand, leading him to the bathroom and he leans over the tub. You rinse out his hair then blow dry it. “Perfect, now we definitely look like besties!” You squeal out and bring your phone out. “Picture time!” He smiles as he puts on arm around you. You feel your cheeks flush as he smooshes your face for the photo. “Another pose,” you say and his next move shocks you as you snap the photo. His lips place a peck onto your cheek.
Your eyes widen and you freeze. You manage to smile and take another one. “Haha, cute,” he says and you walk away from him, to your desk. He watches you as you take your phone out and connect it to your laptop. You upload the photos on it and print them out. You show him the cheek kissing photo and hang it up on your wall. You have only three photos but you plan to have more. “I didn’t know you had this,” he points out a photo of you and him when you were 7. You had gotten into a water fight and you two were soaked, although you were the happiest you could ever be. You were kissing his cheek in the photo while wrapping your arms around him.
You smile fondly at the memory, "I was one of the happiest girls on Earth. You let me kiss your cheek," You sigh contently as you sit down on your bed. He sits in front of you, "You let me, too." That will forever be cherished in your memory, your hand slides on your cheek where he left a kiss. "You caught me by surprise, that's all." You explain as you avoid his gaze, fidgeting with your sheets. He lays down as stretches out, stealing up the whole bed. "Scooch over," you push him slightly as you lay next to him, faces staring at each other. His hand lightly plays with your strands, admiring the red.
You slightly scoot away from him, the feeling in your stomach nauseating as he was so close to you. "Don't push me away," he pulls you back by your legs, causing a soft gasp to fall from your lips. His eyes are so mesmerizing, "I didn't know you liked me.." You slide your arm underneath your head, "Did you like me?" You asked him, although you wouldn't know what to do if he did or didn't. The only two possible answers would change how you think of him, forever.
"I missed you so bad, I woke up multiple times in the middle of the night. Wishing you were here, I couldn't bear it. I thought I lost you forever," You shake your head. "You didn't lose me, Innie. I'm here now. I'm staying right here, by your side." Your hand softly caresses his cheek as he leans into it, a tear painfully falls down. "Do you still like me?" His question makes your heart drop. You know the answer, but will you have the guts to say it? You don't, not yet at least.
"You should go back home, it's getting late." You push him off as you get up, you close your window to stop the night air from getting in. You turn around as he is standing now, "I'll see you tomorrow, we can walk together again." His comment makes you smile, "I would like that. Goodnight, Innie." He opens your door and you hear him whisper, "Goodnight, bunny." And with that, he's gone.
~
You woke up extra early the next morning, you were so excited after your night with Jeongin. You curled your hair, did your bangs, put a bit of makeup on, and nicely set your clothes on. You ate your breakfast fast and you walked out to wait for Jeongin. You waited 20 minutes and he still didn't show up, you started to get anxious. You had only 10 minutes to get to class. You decided to wait 5 more minutes, he didn't come out. You decided to knock on the door and his mother answered, "Oh, Y/n! It's been so long!" You smiled, you remember the meals she had prepared for you when you were younger. They were always so good, she's the sweetest mom ever. "Hi, is Jeongin here? We were supposed to walk together."
She tilts her head in confusion, "He left about 30 minutes ago with a girl, I believe her name was Jelli. I think she said it was a date?" You feel that numb feeling again, your body is frozen. Oh. "You should get going, honey. The bell will ring soon." Right. "Yes, thank you. I hope we can get dinner together soon!" You walk away silently, rushing to get to school. It's about a 5 minute walk. You begin to run a bit as you start to get worried about being punished by your teacher.
Until you see a sight that breaks your heart. Jelli feeding Jeongin a piece of cupcake. She smiles as she wraps herself onto his arm, interwining their hands. “Omg, Jelli and Jeongin are dating?” “Finally, they’ve been glued to each other for the past year.” You stand there listening to their conversation, your eyes fall to the ground. You hear the bell ring but you don't move. “Y/n?” You turn to see Luna, she’s a mess. Clearly she woke up late.
She notices your eyes, red with tears and walks to you, although you hadn’t looked up once. “Fuck school, let’s go!” She hugs your arm and marches you two to your house. You walk up to your room and she asks you what happened. Your realization of the what happened finally kicks in. You react a way that you never had before.
Your eyes widen, how could this happen? You scream your lungs out as you throw stuff around your room. Taking your anger out on every object in your way. Luna tries to calm you down but you ignore her. You rip off the photos on your wall. Then stop at Jeongin’s photo. “Why?” Tears begin to leak down your cheeks, “why her?” You fall to your knees, clutching the photo to your chest. "Don't I deserve you?"
Her arms wrap around you as you sit on the floor crying. An hour passes and she puts you into your bed, covering you with your sheets. She walks out the room to make you a soup. You assumed she talked to your mother as she hadn’t checked on you the whole day. Luna is an Angel, you would need to do something for her. Eventually.
~
You didn't show up at school for the rest of the week. Your mother would knock at your door, call you to eat, and try to convince you to get out of your bed. You sometimes wish you had a mother who didn't care so much about you, so you could be alone. Everyone probably wishes that their parents cared about them more, but having a parent who is always there. Always being your shadow, it's hard to do anything. Because you don't want to disappoint them, so when you want to be alone. It breaks your heart more than it's supposed to.
You decided to take a walk around the block, it's sundown but still beautiful. You're about a block from your house. A voice stops you, belonging to Jelli, “Why are you mad at Innie?” You glare at her, how dare she? That’s your nickname for him. “I don’t get how that’s any if your business,” you cross your arms. “Jeongin wanted to me to ask why you’re ignoring him.” You scoff at her, “If he wants to know so bad. He should ask me himself.” You begin to walk off but she jumps in front of you, blocking your path. “Look, we’re friends okay? Me and you.” You raise your eyebrows at her. “I get that you might not be comfortable sharing your feelings.” You stare at her with a blank face which makes her uncomfortable, “Guess you’re not really used to friends like me,” you let out a short laugh as you pull your phone out because it’s ringing. You raise the phone to your ear, “oh, trust me. You do not wanna be friends with me.”
"Y/n," Luna's voice radiates through your ears, her voice sounds broken, like she's scared. "What's wrong?" There's muffled noises, grunts, like someone is being hit. Your hands begin to tremble with adrenaline, Luna's being beat up. "Luna? Where are you?!" You shout into the phone, a voice who isn't Luna answers you, "Hi y/n, long time no see." You know this voice, Eugene(pronounced Yoojin), your childhood bully. Who hates your guts, which you never knew the reason why. "You disappeared for a long time, but when I heard you came back into town. I just had to get your attention," You shake with anger. You grip your phone hard, "Where are you?" Your voice demanding, his laughter fills your ears painfully.
"Meet me where we met."
~
You know exactly where that is, the back alley of your favorite cafe. Well, your old favorite, you had taken the back alley to throw something away. You bumped into him, causing you to fall back on your hands and knees. He yelled and screamed at you for ruining his clothes. You didn't have money to pay him for the clothes so his buddies started to beat you up. They were ruthless. Even though you were a girl, they left bruises, scratches, cuts and seriously injured your wrist and ankle. You were heartbroken, you were a dancer. And a good one too, but you couldn't dance after that.
You run as fast as you can to the location, praying that Luna will be okay. 'Luna. Luna. Please be okay.' You repeat in your head over and over. Your feet come to a stop when you see them. Luna lays still on the floor, passed out. You run to her, covering her body with yours, "What did you do to her?" He leans against a trashcan, studying you. He's the only one here, just him. Your hand moves her hair out of her face, a cut and blood trickles down her forehead. You begin to cry, "Oh, Luna. I'm so sorry," you hold your head low. You hear footsteps behind you, but you don't move.
"This could've all been avoided," his voice angers you. You turn to him, tears running down your cheeks, "How?" Your voice is broken, choked down by your tears. He leans down to your level, "If you would've just listened." You shoot back in time, remembering the memories of him saying he liked you, that's why he beat you up. He knew you liked Jeongin, which angered him more. "I was just a kid, I didn't want a boyfriend." He groans and rolls his eyes, he pulls you by your face. "Guess I have to get your attention," he shoves you aside and pulls out a pocket knife, walking to Luna. "No, Stop!" You yell out, the next words you utter out, haunt you forever. "I'll do it! I'll be your girlfriend!"
He stops and turns to you, his eyes only look at you. "I promise, I won't do anything rash. I'll be yours, so please. Just leave her alone." You get up on your feet, you feel your ankle become weak, it still hasn't healed. He throws the pocket knife away, "Do you really mean it?" You nod your head, saying anything so he would leave Luna alone, "Yes. I mean it." You try to forget what happens next, all you know is that, his lips kiss yours. A painful memory, your first kiss.
~
It's the weekend now, you go out with Eugene. You're doing this for Luna, her safety is everything to you. So, you have to play the part. The best way is to learn his ways, Eugene's way. To become a bully. The perfect one. His idea of fun is taking you to get ice cream, another favorite thing of yours, which you now resent. You sit next to each other in a booth, he tells you about a party that's happening later. "We should go," you pause to think about it. "That sounds fun. We should go," you have to play your part well. "Come to my house to get ready, you could meet my mom," his eyes sparkle at you disgustingly. You would never want him a mile close to your mom, but you have to sell it. That he's actually your boyfriend.
~
Of course he said yes, how could he miss the opportunity. You walk out of the shop, holding hands, it bothers you deeply but you manage to keep a smile on your face. A girl bumps into you, spilling her hot coffee on you. You shriek out in pain as the liquid burns you, Eugene tenses up and you notice his fist ball up. The girl bows and apologizes but it sounds not sincere. You decide to take action before he does, you scoff, "this is name brand, do you know how much this costs?" She stands still, her eyes big. You recognize her, she goes to your school. You play your part well, "How are you going to pay for it?" Your voice has never sounded like this before, big and daring, you pressure her. "I don't have the money for it," her timid voice would usually make you back down, but you can't.
"Guess you'll have to pay in a different way," you smile devilishly at her. You grab a hold of her hair in your fist, leading her into the alleyway behind you. You shove her into a trashcan, she groans out on the floor. You grab a hold of her face and slap her, she cries and begs you. Eugene stands behind you now, "Good job. Make her pay," you kiss his lips. a hunger ignites inside you. You like it? You like this feeling, it eats you up inside. You like making others feel lower than you. He groans as you pull away, "make it fast."
You left her on the floor after she passed out, your hands bloody. Eugene pulls out a cloth and wipes you clean. You take him back to your house, you stand in front of your sink. Cleaning the dirt off from under your fingernails. Eugene stands in the doorway, studying you once again. You look at your shirt, the buttoned shirt being stained with coffee. Your skirt dirty with dirt as well. You lead Eugene out and walk to your window, you have moved your desk in front of it. You grab clean clothes and put it on the desk, a pair of hands tangles around your waist. "You liked it didn't you?" His voice soft as his lips attach to your neck. "The feeling of being superior."
"Yes," you answer him. You lean into his touch, feeling a heat ignite. His hand undoes your buttons slowly, his groin grazing along your butt. You tangle your hand into his hair, pulling softly at the strands, encouraging him. His lips suck on your neck, "tell me how it felt." You focus on how you feel, his hands grope your breasts. Causing you to moan softly, "It felt so empowering. I was so in control of her life." He hums into your skin, his hand sneaks under your skirt. "Go on," he slips your panties down and you step out of them. "It's so intoxicating. I want to do it again," his hands strokes against your folds softly. "And you will."
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You get lost in the feeling, the first time anyone has touched you like this. "I've never done this with anyone before," his eyes stare into yours. "I'll be gentle, I swear." His finger enters inside you deliciously, you whimper out at the feeling. His lips attach onto yours, hunger is all you feel for him. Curses fall off your lips, the feeling is so unexpected. Something you've never felt before. Your eyes had shut as you moaned out his name, his hips never stopping. You reached back to tangle your head into his hair, pulling him to kiss you. Sloppy and messy, his hips start to go faster, earning more moans from you. You get red from realizing how dirty this set up is. Fucking on your desk, looking out at the window.
You open your eyes as you finally notice a figure standing across from you. Jeongin. Eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, watching Eugene pound into you. You smile, opening your mouth wider, becoming louder with your moans as you keep your eyes on Jeongin. How you wish it was him pounding into you. How does it feel Jeongin, to see you with someone else? Eugene hits the gummy part of you which makes you scream, he brutally thrusts into that part multiple times. You feel your legs shake and can't hold your upper body up. You lay against the desk as he continues. Your vision becomes blurry as you focus on the pleasure. A knot appears and snaps quickly. You feel a liquid drip from you, Eugene groans out from your tightness. He pulls out as you feel a liquid stream down your thighs. You finally look up and Jeongin is no longer across the window.
"We need to get ready," Eugene's voice pulls you back. "Right."
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You arrived at the party at 9, the buzz of drugs and alcohol fills your nose. Eugene takes your hand in his, leading you through the crowd. He takes you to the backyard, barely anyone outside. This is where the troublemakers go, sealed off from the rest of the party so they could have their own form of fun. You sit down on a couch while Eugene makes conversation with his goons. You hiss out in pain when you feel the result of wearing heels, your ankle throbbing. "You okay?" Eugene offers you a drink and you take it. "Just hurts a bit," He sits next to you and places your legs on his lap. "Here?" He rubs your ankle and you jolt back in pain. "Yes, gentle please."
He must've forgotten that he was the cause of this, both forcing you to wear heels and for injuring you. He begins to rub to soothe you, which works a bit. You look around, a couple of people making out, drinking, or inhaling drugs. What a party. "What's wrong," he moves your chin to look at him. You sigh heavily, "I'm bored.." He laughs softly and pushes your hair behind your ear, "Don't worry, the fun's starting soon." Just then, two men holding a girl by her arm come. Jelli. You smirk, serves her right. Jelli recognizes you.
"Please save me," Jelli begs standing in front of you as she had ran over to you quickly. The clink of your heel lands in front to her, you smirk at her. "Then get on your knees and beg," She looks at you confused and shocked. You tilt your head and get up, "What? Don't you wanna live?" You push her over and kick her down with your heel. "Then beg, so simple," her eyes fill with tears. She gets on her knees and her head lays on your feet. “Please, y/n. Help me,” you almost feel sorry for her. But then you hear a jingle on her wrist, you look and see the bracelet you gave Jeongin when he turned 13.
“I almost feel sorry for you,” you snap her head up to look at you by pulling her hair. “Almost.” You slap her causing her to yelp in pain. She looks back up at you, a cut on her cheek appears. You kick her in her chest, she goes flying back. You laugh and turn to everyone, they all watch entertained. You notice a pole on the floor and pick it up, swinging it in your hands. “Why are you making my life miserable? Why? What have I done to you?” Her eyes fill with tears as you step slowly closer to her.
“Because,” you wrap your hands around her throat, choking her. “I wanna win.” Your eyes ignite with fury, hatred for this girl. Her voice croaks and you push her onto the floor, hit her on her back with the pole. “don’t you get it? Villains always win, because we aren’t afraid to get our hands dirty.” She stays down and lays powerless on the floor. You laugh at her pathetic little body, “told you. You shouldn’t be friends with me.” She spits out blood and looks at you, “really? I barely touched you.”
“From this day forward,” you lean down to her, “I will make your life a living hell, I promise you that.” You lean to the side, “unless..” Her eyes light up, “tell me who you came with.” She rests on her elbows, looking fearful but hopeful, “J-Jeongin..” You heat up again and stand up, clenching your teeth. “Get her out of here, send her home with a couple more cuts,” you demand to Eugene's goons. They listen as they grab her, she pleads for help but you ignore her. “Should we go?” Eugene asks you, you sigh contently. “How about you teach me to fight, hm. I think it would do me some good.” He stands up and wraps his arms around your waist, “why not?”
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You had skipped your morning class to be with Eugene. His goons surround you, bullying a classmate for his money. “Get him!,” Eugene yells but you could care less as you sit on your phone. You chew your gum fiercely as a message pops up on your phone, from Jeongin.
‘Where the hell are you?’
You ignore it and set your phone down in your lap, Eugene walks over to you. “First training, get up.” You immediately obey, he positions you as he attempts to strike at you. You dive it quickly and retaliate in kicking him. He jumps back and he dodged it, “not bad.” He runs quickly at you and you think he’s going to punch you so you lean back but, he slides his foot causing you to fall. “But lacking in foot work,” you get up quickly, feeling a drizzle down your calf. You got cut.
It goes on for the first period, resulting in you getting injured for the most part. He demanded for someone to get you an ice pack and a first aid kit. He patched you up and walked you to your next class. Many people watched as you two held hands down the halls, right. Now the whole school knows that Eugene has claimed you. Thankfully, you didn’t see Jeongin the whole day.
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The next morning, you got ready as usual. But, the weather has different plans for you. It started to rain, pour like crazy. You always walked to school so it was impossible to avoid it. You began to walk 20 minutes before the bell rang, getting soaked. Until you realized, you were no longer getting wet. You looked up and saw an umbrella covering you, you followed down to see Jeongin holding it above you. "Jeongin.." "Bunny"
You stare into his eyes, admiring his big fox eyes. He was a sight for sore eyes. You snap back into reality and step out of his umbrella, you walk fast away from him. He catches up easily which makes you annoyed, causing you to push him. "Get away!" "No." You scoff and begin to walk away, this time he catches your arm. He stops you and you throw your arm away. "Why can't you leave me alone?" He steps forward, covering you once again from the rain. "I can't." You stare at him in disbelief, "I can't get my mind off you, bunny.."
You shake your head, you turn around in anger and walk towards an alley. You took his hand in yours, leading him with you. Muffled footsteps against the harsh rain. You stop underneath a roof, he sets his umbrella down leaning against the wall. You turn around swiftly to glare up at him, "What's wrong with you?" He sighs as he steps closer, "You. You're my problem." You shake your head, you slump against the wall, admitting defeat. You slide all the way down as your head goes in your hands, tears begin to fall that you didn't know were there.
He leans down and sits next to you, patient. There if you need him, there if you don't. Always there for you. You sniffle back your tears, you look at him. "What's wrong, bunny? Tell me," he wipes a tear from your cheek. You hold back your tears, you want to tell him, tell him so bad. You want him in your life, you truly do, but Eugene.. What if Eugene does something to him? The only way to keep Jeongin safe, is to crumble your relationship. "Can't you take a hint?"
You get up fast, staring down at him. "Leave me alone! I don't want to be around you!" Your words hurt, hurt you most. "Why are you acting like this? Is Eugene making you?" You pretend to be angry, "It's none of your business!" He gets up, he stands a foot away from you, "You're my business. What the fuck happened?" You are taken back by his words, he only curses when he's truly upset. Which you are making him. "Funny, I thought Jelli would be your priority." He looks at you confused, he pauses, "Is this why you're acting like this? Because of her?"
"This is stupid," you argue back, trying to end the conversation. "No, it's not." You turn away from him, watching the rain hit the floor. "Look at me," he turns your head by your chin, "Jelli isn't anything to me." You scoff dramatically, "yeah, right. Just casually holding hands and feeding each other." You shake his hands off you, his eyes scan across your body for a second. "I guess you didn't see the part where I pushed her off and told her to leave me alone.." What? He did that? It doesn't change the fact that you have to get him to leave you alone.
"Just like how i'm telling you to leave me alone," his eyes look deep into your eyes. "There's only one way of getting me to leave you alone," you listen, truly listen. "Tell me you hate me." You can feel your heart shatter, you don't. You really don't. So how could you utter these words knowing you don't mean it? But you have to.
"Say it." You don't back down, "I hate you." He steps closer to you, his hand holding the back of your neck, "Say it like you mean it." His eyes drop to your lips, looking so desirable. You pray that he will connect your lips, to kiss you until your lips bleed. Until you know, for sure, that he is yours. "I can't," he comes even closer now, lips centimeters away. "Then answer me, do you still like me?" Your eyes shut, your voice trying to gain confidence, "We can't do this. we're just friends." He laughs softly at your words, "Would we be just friends if we kissed?"
You open your eyes, staring up at him, "We can't do that, we're just-" "Say friends again, I dare you." You begin to shrink in his hands, you know it's not true. He knows it too. He licks his lips, you want more than anything to devour him whole. He looks too good with his hair freshly dyed red, the same as yours. "what if I told you I like you?" His breath tickles against your skin as he moves aside your hair. He leans into your ear, whispering, "Would we still be friends, hm?" He blows against your ear, shivers run up your spine. Your body is frozen with goosebumps. "What if I did this?"
He places his soft, plump lips against your neck. You let a sigh of relief flow out of you at the touch, you lean into him. "So, this is the type of friends we're going to be?" His voice sounds deeper, tickling your skin. You can't help but pull him in, holding his body closer. Your arms wrapped around his neck, encouraging him to go on. "You're mine, you got that?" His eyes look dark into yours, wanting nothing more than to devour you. "Eugene won't be able to touch me, he's scared of me." "Scared?" He nods his head, "how do you think he has that scar on his back?"
You think back onto Eugene changing, his back turned to you. A big scar from his right shoulder down to his left waist, it looked painful. Wait, so this means. All this, was for nothing? You snap back into the moment, “you did that?” He nods his head, “so if you want it, want me. He won’t retaliate. Even against your friend Luna.” Right, Luna. You didn’t do it for nothing.
“What do you say, bunny. Do you want to be mine?” You are about to answer when he leans into your ear again. “Imagine all the things we could do, I’ll treat you right.” He places a peck on your neck again. “I promise,” he tangles your hands together, bringing you back into his hold. “Yes,” you answer him, “I want you, Innie.” That's all he needed to hear, he smiles, placing a sweet peck on your lips that somehow leaves you dizzy and desperate for more. You chase after his lips, he rejects your efforts.
"We gotta get to class," he leans his forehead against yours. "Don't wanna be late, right bunny?" He places his soft lips against yours, delicate. "Wait," you stop him, pulling him into your embrace. You hold him close as you connect your lips, an insatiable hunger. That's how you feel, only his lips can satisfy you. He brings his hand to cup your cheek, the other hand on your waist pulling you close. He starts to lightly use his tongue to gain entrance into your mouth, but you push back trying to get into his first.
He pushes your body against the wall, making you lose focus. Causing him to win entrance, exploring your mouth. You let a noise of relief slip once again, his lips begin to pull away. His teeth tug at your bottom lip, making a whimper flow out of you. "I could really do this all day," his hand travels lower, playing with the ends of your skirt. "We have to go," you pout making him smile brightly at you. He pulls away and picks up his umbrella.
"Y/n." You freeze, you can't move or look in the direction of the voice. Eugene. "What do you think you're doing?" you hear his footsteps approach but they stop. You look up, Jeongin holding Eugene back. They stare into each other's eyes, a silent battle. "Back off," Jeongin hisses at him. "You can't have her. She belongs to me." Eugene shakes Jeongin's hand off him, he looks at you, "I didn't know you were such a slut." You stand scared, you can't seem to form any words or move.
Jeongin takes a step towards Eugene, his eyes ignited with fury. “What’d you say?” His voice so angry, so threatening. I notice Eugene’s eyes flicker in fear, he scoffs as he takes a step back. His hands raise up, backing off, “she’s all yours, man. Had enough of her anyways.” Jeongin finally lunges at him, taking Eugene’s collars in his hands. “Apologize.” He turns him around quickly, pining his hands behind his back. He kicks the back of his legs, knees to the floor and head to the ground. “Now.”
A flurry of words shoot of Eugene’s mouth, sorrys and degrading himself multiple times. You stand still at the sight in front of you, practically kissing your feet. How pathetic. And how Jeongin can easily make him like this. It’s so.. hypnotic. When Jeongin’s satisfied he lifts him up and pushes him away. He holds your face, bringing a soft and gentle kiss to your lips. Practically shoving it in Eugene’s face. He takes the hint and scurries away, finally.
“Jeongin,” another voice interrupts you.
“Her. It’s all her. She’s the one that beats me up.” Jeongin looks at you then back to Jelli, “she beat you up?” You feel your heart race and your hands begin to tremble. “Good,” you're stunned. "What?" Jelli asks in confusion. He glares at her, "You claim you're so perfect. Although we both know that's not what you are." He walks over to you and takes your hand in his. "If I hear you talk about y/n again. You'll regret it." He leads you away and he doesn't let go. You stop and he turns around in confusion. "Jeongin.." He simply gets closer to you and strokes your cheek, "Why did you do that, hm? Were you trying to get her out of the way? You didn't have to do that."
His words confuse you and hit straight to your heart, “Although I wanted to see you fight for me, baby.” Baby? That's new.
"Fuck me, Jeongin," you beg as a string of saliva pulls from your mouths. "Gladly," he unzips his pants, letting them fall. He pushes inside your folds, making you fall limp and old yourself up on the desk. He stretches you out deliciously as you whimper out. "Shh, it's okay."
The pain slowly fades away as the pleasure fills your mind, you back into him. Trying to get more of him inside of you, he gets the hint. He fully pushes into you and you moan out in delight. "M-more," you manage to say. He starts to thrust inside of you, your nails dig into the desk.
genre- hell vs heaven, angel and devil au, use of dark magic, slow burn, forbidden lovers,
warnings: different povs, depression, family issues, death, blood, suicide, rebirth,
Inspired by girl from nowhere and American horror story-apocalypse.
UNFINISHED
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Angel but turned bad. locked up for years. abandoned by heaven. disfigured. Daughter of the devil. God gave her a chance to live in the real world. Falls in love and decides to run away with him. Suicide. Rebirth. ~was laying out draft
There is never a thing as pure evil or good. Everyone and everything has a little good or bad in them. It's how the world works, how it is. In the constant battle of heaven and hell, you could get mixed up. But would it be fair to be called a traitor, if you were simply surviving?
The drips from constant storms hit the cold stone, a warmth that will never be. The screams of torture haunt your head every minute. The pain of being stuck and nowhere to escape. Being watched and tortured with no breaks, your hell. Will you ever escape your hell?
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You think back on the memories you had back on earth, you were blessed to be in change of a man. A man who was on his last life. You were assigned to protect him from all harm as an guardian Angel.
"You're mission is to protect him, make sure no harm comes to him as it is his last life."
Changbin, was his name. It didn’t end well.
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You lay on the wet floor as you've lost your strength, from little food and almost no water. Hair tangled and full of blood. Face disfigured from demons beating and cutting you. Body full of bruises and wounds. 'Please god, answer my prayers.' You beg in your head loudly, tears fall down and sting your cuts. You curl up into a ball as you cry silently.
"Y/n," this voice. This gut wrenching voice that you know all too well. Michael, son of Lucifer. The reason you're here. "You're thinking too loud, it's disgusting." You hear his footsteps approach but don't get up. He never comes inside your cell, just stands outside and watches. "Pitiful, so weak." You sit up slowly, "what do you want?" He laughs softly, "I'm here to offer you freedom." The door swings open with the flick of his fingers. "After all, you are Satan's daughter. You can't be locked up forever."
He leans down to your level and grips your face, "Isn't that right, Zeldee." He presses on your forehead and within seconds, you black out. You hate that name, it's not yours, not the one you choose to go by. When you were born, you were abandoned. Satan, your father, named you Zeldee and ordered to be rid of you. That's when you were left at the gates of heaven, raised to be an angel. But you never forgot your roots, and the people around you never forgot either.
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You wake up on the floor, in a dimly lit room filled with red. 'Where am I?' you think and are immediately answered. “Welcome, Zeldee.” You look and see a man sitting on a throne. Many demons surround all of you. You quickly stumble on your knees and bow, “greetings, my king.” He chuckles, “no need for that, my little devil.” Although Michael, his son, has a grudge against you. His father treats you decent, for the king of the hell..
You don’t dare to look up. You have to remain in his good graces, it’s the only way you could escape. “I want you to go to the real world.” You freeze, this is your chance, your escape. “I need more souls, and you are the perfect candidate.” You stand up slowly and keep your head low, “why me, my king?” He smiles, "You will be my new anti-christ." Of course, his son failed his duties as being one. This is your chance.
"You have experience with the real world but you won't be going alone," you feel a silhouette creep up behind you. "Don't get too excited, y/n." You hold yourself back from rolling your eyes, you have to stay calm. You look back as Michael walks by your side, a smirk plastered on his face. "You will have him to help and fix his past failures. You will bring havoc to the real world." You smile, "I won't fail you, my king." He leans back on his throne as he analyzes you. "But you won't go like that." His eyes command Micheal as they communicate through them.
"Might as well make her decent to look at," with a swipe of his hand. His son obeys quickly, he steps towards you. You stay still and focus on the floor, not daring to look him into his eyes. With a slight touch of his hand across your cheek, you feel a slight tingle. Not the one that hurts, but heals. You open your eyes as you dare to look up at him. His eyes look at you confused. "One more thing," Lucifer sends a gush of wind to you as darkness surrounds you. It causes your vision to fog up and a headache pound deeply.
Then a screeching starts, feeling like it could make you bleed. It causes you to crouch down and cover your ears in panic. You scream loudly as it gets worse. Then something hits you, something entering your body. Memories of a life you don’t recognize flood your mind. Till this memory looks into a mirror, Michael. It’s his life on earth, when he was the anti-Christ. All of a sudden, everything stops. You open your eyes and look around. The fog's gone, eyes admire you from around the room. A loud chuckle pulls your attention. Then before your eyes, Lucifer is standing mere inches from you. "Pure perfection." His finger grazes along your cheek and swoops your hair.
"You will not fail, that's an order." You nod, "Of course." He walks away and sits back down. "Get on with it," Michael grabs your arm and you don't pull him away. He leads you into a room and he clenches harshly onto your arm. "I will be the one in control, you follow my orders." You smirk in his face, mockingly. "You seem to forget your place. You're no longer the anti-christ," you shove your arm away from his grasp. "You serve me," you notice a mirror in the corner and approach it.
You stand shocked with your appearance, they’ve altered it. You wear a school girl uniform, a white headband decorating your fresh hair. Your hair is a raven black, bangs resting just above your eyebrows. Lips red as an apple, plump and soft. Eyes the color of pale green that seem to stare right into souls, you can’t recognize them. Staring into your eyes you notice a slight glimmer in them, white. Pure white, as if you no longer had pupils. Then it slowly fades and all you see is white in them. The look of a devil.
“Are you finished?” Michael voice brings your attention back to the task at hand. “Let’s start what you couldn’t finish.” You grab his hand and place it on your heart. He looks at you confused, “how do you know to do this?” You glare at him and begin to transfer to the real world.
(Ideas for later in draft) idk wth this is
You step back and blink quickly as they recover and your eyes go back to normal.
"I can save him," a voice startles you as you look around for the culprit. A shadow emerges from the darkness, it comes forward.
"That thing growing in your belly," you freeze. Eyes widen in fear as you shake your head no, god no. "That's my price,"
What if the children of the forest created a fail safe?
Based on Game of Thrones tv show ending (not books). UNFINISHED
Contains: gore, manipulation, fantasy properties, smut,
W.c:
A/n: I’ve been into game of thrones for a while and really been wanting to create a fan fiction for it 😭 and lowk would love this version for a possible season 9 revival
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What if I told you that the Children of the Forest created a fail safe if all their species died? That they created a child that would revive their species and bring peace to the world? And her name was Evita Isis.
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Drogon flew far and wide in search of help. His mother laid lifeless in his claws and in his mind, he knew he needed to save her. He flew to the one place he knew he would find a savior, Volantis. Something was leading him. A friend or a foe? It compelled him to a small field, near the city. Where a small cavern stood. He landed with caution and held his mother close. He heard a voice, it was speaking to him.
“A dragon?” A small fragile girl emerged from the bushes, her eyes wide with amazement. “Impossible.” Drogon was ready to take off when her hand raised. “I mean no harm.” He realized that her mouth was not moving, that she really wasn’t speaking at all. “My name is Evita.” Her mind was talking to him. “How are you speaking to me?” Drogon thought and she answered with a smile, “to help others like you.” He suddenly felt safe and didn’t care for when her hand laid on his body.
“How can I assist you?” His paw trembled as he revealed his mother’s body to the stranger. Evita’s eyes wandered across the wounds of Daenerys’ chest, and noticed the dagger was still intact. “I beg of you, save my mother.” She felt a great pain from his words. He slowly laid the body on the ground as she knelt down. “A Targaryen. Daenerys.” Drogon bowed his head to confirm. “I’ll save her, I promise. But you will have to let me bring her inside.” He wanted to object and refuse, but he had nowhere else to go. So, he accepted.
Just then, a bird cawed, a crow and the girl noticed. “You should return at nightfall, you have a pair of eyes watching you,” she softly pushed her arms under Daenerys’ body. “I’ll bring her back, I swear it.” Evita carried her up and inside the cavern with a strength drogon didn’t know she had. He bowed softly in her direction and thanked her, “you’ve earned to know my name, I’m called Drogon.” And with that he flew up into the sky.
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Evita went to work straight away, placing the lifeless body on the table. She lit a few candles to assess the wounds. She pulled the dagger from her body. She admired the lady before her, Targaryens are indeed beautiful. Evita closed her eyes and pressed on Daenerys dried wounds. “Bring back what was lost. Bring this soul back home and into this body,” she thought. She had to be clear with her intentions or something could go wrong. “Heal the wounds that were inflicted. Let no memories be forgotten and her nature to be pure.” A large gasp came from the body in front of her and Evita forced her eyes open.
The once lifeless body that has now risen was breathing heavily and searching the surroundings. “You’re alright,” Evita spoke softly to her, “you’re in my home, in Volantis.” Daenerys searched for the dagger that was once inside her body but found nothing, not even a trace of its damage. “How is this possible?” Daenerys spoke with great difficulty. “I need to go home,” she began to raise her body from the table but Evita stopped her. “You need to rest your body, you’re still in a weak state.” Daenerys grew panicked.
“I want my dragons!” The girl tried her best to calm her and make her rest. “Dragons? How many dragons did you have?” Daenerys paused, “three.” But Evita only saw one. It grew quiet, Evita grabbed Daenerys a vile of water. “Drink,” but Daenerys only stared at the girl in front of her. “Who are you?” She brought the rim to Daenerys lips and urged her to drink. “I don’t know the right answer to that yet, however my names Evita Isis.”
Daenerys observed the girl in front of her with great detail. Her piercing bright yellow eyes and her pale hair with streaks of grey. “I was dead, wasn’t I? And you… brought me back, correct?” Evita nodded. “I really didn’t think it was possible, I know Jon was brought back but i didn’t-” Her emotion grew into a betrayed and hateful look. “-He killed me.” Evita grew worried, Daenerys was murdered. But why?
“Who did?” Evita asked cautiously. “Jon Snow, he betrayed me. He stabbed me with a dagger at kings landing. After I burnt it down…” Evita sat her up and slowly pulled her to walk. “Kings landing burnt down two days ago.” She led her to a small bed and put her to rest. Daenerys began to tear up, “you have to understand, it was necessary. My dragons died for nothing and my closest companion was murdered in front of my eyes… and I couldn’t do anything.”
This pain she was feeling roped into Evita’s mind. She felt everything that Daenerys was feeling. Evita sat down at her side and brushed Daenerys tears away. “I believe you, it was necessary.” Daenerys broke down even more on her words. “And trust me when I say that I will avenge you, your actions will not result in nothing.” Daenerys was confused. “I will bring back your dragons and I will have your enemies on their knees.” Daenerys was shocked at her words, “why? You don’t even know me.”
Evita could not tell her that she saw everything, that when her hand placed on her body to revive her that she saw all of Daenerys memories that surged into her body. “The children of the forest have always loved Targaryens, they believe they are worthy of being the only rulers of this world.” Evita smiled, “now get some rest. I bet Drogon will be wanting to see you tonight.” Evita waited at Daenerys side until she fell asleep.
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Drogon arrived directly after the sun set, eager to see his mother. However, Evita wanted a chance to get to know him more. “Tell me about how your mother was betrayed, I want to hear your side.” Drogon laid down steadily next to Evita as she sat staring into the field. “I found her lying down, with Jon standing above her. I nudged her to awake her but she didn’t. I was angry and hurled my fire into the air.” Evita raised her hand to pet him, and he leaned his head to her touch. “When I noticed the throne that I strived to get my mother that she desperately wanted, I realized that it meant nothing without her.”
Evita understood what he was feeling without him explaining. “If my mother can’t be on the throne, no one will.” And he burned it down.
“Would you like to see her now? I reckon she’ll be waking up soon.” Drogon’s demeanor changed, he was excited. “Please.” Evita walked inside to retrieve her and returned with his mother. “Drogon,” she said happily. She ran to hug him and Drogon pleaded thank yous in his head. “I don’t know how I could ever thank you,” Daenerys cried. “I just want you to be happy is all. No need to repay me,” Evita said and joined her side. “Now what should we start with first?”
“My dragons.”
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Daenerys was very clear on where her dragons died. Viserion died in the north on Winterfell soil. Rhaegal died into the water in black water bay. Evita decided to go to winterfell first. To kill two birds with one stone. To visit the weirwood tree in godswood and resurrect Viserion. But she would have to go through Sansa first, the queen in the north. She spent a week plotting and planning her every move from now on.
“I will not stay here while you risk your life for me!” Daenerys was furious that Evita told her to stay. “They do not know that you are alive, once they see you they will murder you again.” Evita went outside to where Drogon was waiting and Daenerys followed. “But what if they find out what you are planning?” Evita sighed and turned to her, “they will not. I promise once I revive your dragons, I will return to you.” She hugged Daenerys once last time, it was her way of saying she’ll come back.
Evita climbed up onto Drogon, she had never riden any sort of animal before but she trusted him to keep her safe. “Be good Drogon and return to me,” Daenerys whispered to him and hugged his muzzle. “Oh I forgot to mention,” Evita interrupted and Daenerys stood back from Drogon. “I invited a friend of yours to keep you company.” Daenerys turned and saw Greyworm staring at her with a big smile. She ran to him and embraced him into a hug.
“Let’s go Drogon,” Evita said as she smiled at the two. Drogon rose fast and high as he made way to the North. But Drogon had his doubts, “how will they not see that you are coming?” Evita held on tight to anything she could grab onto, “Bran may be the three-eyed raven but he cannot see through me. He will not know that I am coming or that I’m with you.”
But what she didn’t tell anyone is that she knows that Bran is going to return to Winterfell for a visit, as king.
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Two days later…
“Drogon land here, I will walk the rest of the way.” He did as instructed and landed two miles from Winterfell. “We will revive Viserion once I get back, I need to do something first.” She looked into the distance of the new kingdom, where she is expecting hardship getting in. “You will need to bury yourself in the snow somewhere, I will call for you once I can.”
(Ideas for later on in draft) idkk
She remembers this necklace, it belonged to a woman with red hair.
“bow to your king.” But she did not, she stood tall and unmoving. “He’s not my king,” she spat and the guard grew angry. “Bow or we will make you.” But Bran’s hand rose to silence him, “not necessary.”
“She lost everything. Her family, her dragons, her claim, her friends, her home.” “You left her with nothing and expected her to handle it with grace!”
“The idea that we control dragons is an illusion.” “Dragons cannot be tamed, it’s not in their nature.”
I have officially decided to go on hiatus. I don’t know when or if I will return writing.
But do not worry! I am okay, it’s bc I am writing my own book! and will be posting all my unfinished drafts and projects. Even though I have not completed most of them… Pls check both my wattpad and tumblr as I have different stories/projects on both!
Guys I’m having such major writers block. Like I really want to write something but idk what. I literally have 10 drafts waiting for me to finish writing that it’s so not funny. But then I want to write different stuff than it. ARGHH HELP
Hello I rlly like your posts and I was asking if you can make a hyunjins smut about y/n waking up and giving hyunjin a kiss to hyunjin and y/n having morning sex where hyunjin is softdom
There's no denying that Hyunjin is an angel. Sculpted by the gods. His lips. Eyes. That perfect mole under his eye. His smile. The way his eyes crinkle up when he laughs. It's envious really.
Even when he sleeps it's perfect. You would always wake up before him and just stare. Admire his features and how lucky you are to have him. Some minutes go by and you placed a peck on his cheek. He awoke. "Mm, you're awake?" You nodded as he pulled you in closer, wrapping an arm around your neck. His upper body was bare, no shirt to cover his sculpted figure. He tried to steal a kiss from you but you turned away, "morning breath." He frowned. "Just give me a kiss, baby."
You couldn't resist. Not when he asks you so nicely. When his voice is perfectly raspy in the mornings. You turned back to him, his lips placing on yours softly. Like pressing onto pillows. His hand caressed your face, thumb soothingly stroking your cheek. The morning sun beamed through the curtains, highlighting his face. He looked at you with such love, heaven appearing. He smiled. "What?" You asked and he pulled your leg over his hip. "Just happy to have you here."
Time seemed to slow down around him. Mornings like this made you wish they would never end. He placed another kiss to your lips, and another. His hand grazed down your back sneakily and played with the hem of your shorts. His hand slipped inside and softly grabbed at the smooth skin. "Feeling needy this morning?" He smiled against your lips, "maybe. I just want to feel you." His kisses traveled across your jaw and onto the crook of your neck. You practically melt in his arms. He knows that you love it when he kisses your neck.
"Can we? Please? I need you, princess." He mumbled against your skin. There was no way you were gonna deny him. "Tell me yes." His eyes were begging. Begging you to let him. "Yes." He turned you over on your back softly, his lips attaching to your neck again. "I love you." He tickled against your neck. You smiled softly. "I love you too." His hand appeared onto your thigh, softly kneading into the flesh. You slowly start to feel the glow between your legs. You pull his face back up.
You connect your lips again, not wanting to let him go. To lose this feeling, he feels too good with his lips against yours. Letting your emotions take over you. His lips break from yours as he attaches his soft lips back to your neck. Your eyes roll back slightly, making you feel like you're losing control of your body. He nibbles softly on the skin there, a gasp falls from you. You grip tightly on his hair, signaling him to do it again.
"All mine. So sweet and beautiful. Do I make you feel good, baby?" He sucks softly on your skin, you let a pathetic whimper sound out. "Do you want more?" You nod your head yes multiple times, getting your answer across clearly. His lips begin to kiss down on your collarbones, slight sucking is what you feel. His lips gently graze the top of your breasts, his eyes peering up at you. Watching your reaction intently. You lightly drop your head back, your mouth falling agape at the sensation.
His hand slowly caresses your inner thigh, teasing you. He pinches your shorts and lets it slap against you. "Lift your hips for me, my love." You do as he says and lift them, he pulls down your shorts and panties in one swift movement. You giggle a bit as he struggles to take off his boxers. He looks at you through his eye lashes and flashes a curved smile. “Don’t laugh at me,” he whispers as he plants one hand next to your head. Your hand tangles into his hair and he slowly inched inside you.
Your eyes focus on the chain hanging on his neck. You just love to see his chain dangling down, how its rocks back and forth with his movements. How it pushes against your breasts, it's cold and ignites you even more against your skin. Your hand glides behind his neck, his lips look so kissable. Perfectly pouty and smooth. “God, you’re so beautiful y/n.” His hand kneads at your breasts, sucking perfect dark circles onto your collarbone. You sigh in content as the rhythm hits you, thrusts hitting your g-spot. Your mouth collapses open, moans and whimpers falling out.
You clench around him once you hear moans slip off his lips. He’s so desperate. So soft. He stops sucking on your skin and watches your face. His hands cupping your cheeks as his elbows support him. “Can I? Please baby?” He wants to finish inside you. You hate the feeling. To think that it all spills out but once you stand up, it drops down your legs. And find even more when you use the bathroom. “Please, please. I’ll be so good to you. I promise I’ll take care of you.” His voice breaks as he’s getting closer but he won’t let himself if you don’t give him permission.
You nod your head, “okay. You can.” It doesn’t take long until you feel the liquid shoot up inside you. Regretting your decision. “Fuck, I hope you get pregnant...” Your eyes widen. “What?” You said breathlessly and he smirks, “you heard me.” He leans in close to your ear, “or else I’m gonna have to fuck you again.” His tongue licks softly on your earlobe and you shudder. Time for round two…
Warnings: cursing, bickering, mean and nice nicknames, time jumps (bc im lazy), smut, protected sex (we're responsible for once), unprotected sex (Oopsie), oral sex, betrayal, yelling?
w.c: 10 k
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There's a big difference between love and hate. Who you love and care for are forever in your heart, you'll follow them to the end of the earth. But hatred, it's made out of pure evil. It sinks into you until you can't push it out anymore. You deal with it in ways that aren't right. Until, you accept it. Make peace with it. Then that's when it goes away.
I guess that's why villains or enemies are seen as more powerful and better. Attractive sometimes too. Because they've made peace of their hate. They're gonna use it to fire themselves into getting what they want. Because they're not afraid. They'd let the world burn for what they love. Meanwhile hero will sacrifice what they love to save the world. And you'd choose the villain every time.
If there's anyone you have a strong hatred for, it's Lee know. Ever since you were a child, he had it out for you to embarrass you and tease you at any moment he could. On the way you'd dress, the way you talked, or the way you walked. He would say something about it. You didn't know what or why he always would make fun of you. What could possibly possess him to do that?
"Wow, y/n. Could you get anymore dorkier? Look at what you're wearing," he'd snicker.
There was never a moment he would spare you, or do anything to prove he was good. He was a bully, an enemy and you would never side with him. You promised that to yourself. But you'd hate to admit, he's gorgeous. Breath taking.
But there was one person who was disgusted by him and hated him even more than you did. Hyunjin. Your knight in shining armor. He was even more beautiful than Lee know.
"I know you're not talking with those tight jeans, Lee know." He came by your side and defended you. Lee know looked embarrassed on the spot.
You were thankful for him. You survived Lee knows bullying tactics thanks to him. He was your best friend all your childhood years. But he had to leave. You knew it wouldn't last. But you had hoped it would. The last day of elementary school, you dreaded it and wished it didn't come. But it did, and he moved away after that day.
"Don't worry, y/n. I'll come back for you, I will never forget my best friend." He hugged you tight and he whispered sweetly to you, "promise me you'll wait? Promise that you'll never have another boy at your side, I'm the only one for you." And you intended to keep that promise.
How the years fly by. Senior year. Graduation. This is the final year. The final time to experience everything you possibly can. And you will.
"Y/n!" You heard your name being called by your brother, Chan. He's practically legend at your school. He graduated a year ago. At your school, you have a record of seniors who experienced things no one else has before. He accomplished to host all senior parties. How does one even manage that?
You made your way down the stairs in your pajamas. "What?" You yelled back and made your way to the kitchen. "We're going out, don't burn down the house, and don't go anywhere." He said in a busy tone as he texted in his phone. You saw Leeknow standing next to Chan and you glanced at him confused. "Since when were you two friends? You don't even go to our school anymore, Chan." Chan made eye contact with Lee know and back to you. "Because I'm actually cool, unlike you, lil sis. I have friends and you so desperately need to get out more." He slipped away before you could answer and you glared in his direction.
You turned your focus back on Lee know as stared at you with a smirk. "Cute pjs," he joked and you rolled your eyes. "Well excuse me that I don't look like a supermodel in the morning." He seemed amused and leaned over the table, "it's noon and Saturday. Why don't you go out with us, huh? Get put of your comfort zone, gain a social life or something." You scoffed and took a couple steps closer, "I have a life and friends. I don't need to be drinking and partying all the time." He straightened his body up and crossed his arms, "name one friend you have." He was skeptical of you, you have to admit. Making friends is not an easy task for you.
"Hyunjin," you said confidently. He laughed practically in your face. "That loser? He moved away a long time ago, it's time you move on sweetheart." You were done with the conversation and flipped him off as you walked away. He rushed to stop you, leaning against the wall before the stairs. "Come on, get ready. It'll be fun." That's all you need. To attend a party with your mortal enemy.
"No thanks." You shinned a fake smile at him and you walked up the stairs. "Jeez what a loner," he mumbled and you looked down at your pajamas. Suddenly feeling self conscious. Maybe you should start going out more. You stopped mid way on the stairs and he had begun to walk away. "Do you really think it would be fun?" He turned back around and rose an eyebrow mischievously. "Yes, it would." He crossed his arms, you immediately noticed his veins and the tone of his muscles appearing. You have to admit, if he wasn't your mortal enemy, you would find him attractive.
He followed your eye path to his arms and cleared his throat. "Just go get ready loser." You frowned and continued going up the stairs and got ready.
You peaked around the corner and saw him leaning against the wall in the kitchen, waiting for you. "Yeah, Chan. It's fine I can take her. I'll be there soon." He hung up and you cleared your throat. He turned his attention up to you and smiled slightly, you began to walk down the steps with a slight shyness. He slowly made his way towards you and... He wolf whistles at you.
"Okay, ew." You rose your hand and made a face of disgust. He smiled. "It's just nice to see you actually try to fit in for once." The backhanded compliment hit you in the face like a truck. You huffed and crossed your arms, "why can't you just say I look pretty? You don't have to insult me." His expression dropped and his eyes softened, "okay I'm sorry. You look pretty." The Lee know apologizing for once in his life? You're shocked and frankly, scared. He must want something. "Okay now you're being strangely nice, what is it that you want? Girls? Money?"
He smirked as he looked down at your hands. "Did I maybe convince you to go out with me out of jealousy that I would get with a girl?" He slowly moved to the first step as you walked down to him. How the hell did he come to that conclusion? Delusional. "Are you jealous, little y/n?" He leaned against the wall. You laughed in disbelief and crossed your arms. "Of course not, no, I'm not jealous." He smirked and licked his lips, "Uh huh." He sighed heavily, "Just admit it, you're in love with me." You mock a laugh at him, "Um, no."
He raises an eyebrow at you, "Is that so?" He steps closer to you, almost toppling over you, "even when I do this?" He places a lock of your hair behind your ear and stares into your eyes, you try to ignore the heart beating fast in your chest. "Just leave me alone, jerk!" He laughs softly to himself as you push him away. "You're hot when you're mad." You narrow your eyes at him with annoyance as you walk away. He always does things like that just to get you flustered, you should be able to say you're used to it but you're not. He makes you nervous and barely able to stand when he touches you. You don't know why he has that effect on you but he does. And you hate yourself for it.
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You'd never would've imagined in a hundred years that you would be in a car with Lee Know right now. It's frightening really. "So, what is all good about that Hyunjin guy? You seem to be in love with him or something." You rolled your eyes and continued looking out the window, "i'm not in love with him, he was just really nice to me." He scoffed and sat up straighter in his seat, "you're obsessed with him because he was nice to you? God, y/n, you really need to go to this party." You huffed and sat more back in the seat. You eventually arrived and heard the music booming in the distance, he parked neatly. But he hasn't motioned to leaving yet, awaiting your move. You always pondered a question and never had the guts to say it before to him, but you're feeling pretty bold right now.
"Why do you hate me?" You looked over your shoulder at him, he was clenching his jaw hard. "Who said I do?" He turned to look at you two, since when has he had that sparkle in his eyes? It's mesmerizing. He looked down to his water bottle in the cup holder and decided to take a sip. "Are you fucking with me?" He practically choked at your bluntness and hit his chest a couple times. "I mean you have made every single thing I've ever done incredibly hard and made fun of me every chance you could." He set down the water bottle and looked into your eyes once again, "it was the only way I could get your attention." You shook your head at him. "There are other ways of getting my attention, being mean is not one of them." You opened the door and slammed it shut in annoyance, he followed closely behind which annoyed you even more.
You walked into the party and realized, this is definitely not your element. "Scared, little one?" Lee know whispered into your ear. "Just not my element, can you get me something to drink?" He looked guilty all of a sudden and licked his smooth lips, "so uh. About what I said about you basically getting out of your comfort zone. Maybe drinking should not be one of them." You wanted so badly to beat him up. Rip him apart to shreds. "What? Come on, I need to unwind." You faced him now and shot puppy dog eyes at him, "pretty please?" He stayed silent for a while, just looking down at you. "Okay, I'll be back. Stay put."
Yeah, no way you're staying put. You took the opportunity when he left to explore around, leading into a den in the house. You became face to face with a man with long black hair, kissing a woman on the couch. You instantly recognized him, Hyunjin. He broke away from the kiss with an amused smile and the girl noticed you and stared with a judging look, he followed her gaze and laid eyes on you.
What. The. Fuck. "Y/n?" You turned away quickly and bumped into Lee knows silhouette, knocking your drink all over himself. "Ugh, dammit y/n." He noticed your face and immediately searched around for the cause. Lee Know's gaze locked from him to you and then back to him. His jaw tensed as he stared at them both and it clicked, that's also his ex girlfriend. Tears began to fill in your eyes, and he pulled you close. He led you to a bathroom far away from them. Tears fell down your cheeks, pooling your mind.
"Listen to me, y/n. Fuck them. He didn't deserve you anyways." You leaned against the sink as he desperately tried to wipe away your tears. You shook your head while sobbing, "I can't believe it, I was an idiot to love him. I wasted all this time waiting for him." Now he was shaking his head, "no, y/n. Don't think like that. He's the idiot and you should beat his ass for doing that to you." You sighed heavily and pushed him away by his stomach, wiping your own tears. "God, I wish you wouldn't see me like this. Please don't make fun of me for this."
He stayed silent. "God, you reek." You sat down on the closed toilet lid. He looked down to his shirt, "oh right. I forgot." He took of his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders, and off his shirt went. Pulling it off his shoulders, and wetting it in the sink. You couldn't help staring at his sculpted physique, he was ripped. And there was one thing that stood out to you, a small scar located a little above his waist. It was so unique and beautiful, you wanted to trace along it. He noticed your staring, "what?"
You stood up and walked over to him, he froze as you stared down at his scar. He backed against the sink. You slowly raised your hand and touched his stomach, "it's pretty." You traced along it, his chest rising up and down as you slowly caressed it. "Y/n," he whispered softly and you looked up at him. His cheeks were slightly red and you instantly knew he felt embarrased. You yanked your hand away, "sorry." He shook his hand and mumbled a, "its fine."
He continued to try to wash away the alcohol from his shirt as you watched. "I'll wash this later." He drained it and you gave him his sweater back to cover him up. He paused before reaching for the door, he looked back at you, "do you wanna go home?" You nodded your head, "yeah. I wanna go home." He put his arm around you and led you outside, not once letting you astray from his grip. You hadn't noticed before, but people were staring at you, you heard faint whispers. "Who's that girl with Lee Know?" "She's pretty." "Wait I think that's Chan's little sister." You shook off their conversations, of course they were talking about you, you were with Mr. King of the parties. He opened the door for you and you were about to enter when you heard your name being called. You took a deep breath and turned to the culprit. "What do you want Hyunjin?"
"Just let me explain." You glanced at Lee Know and he nodded his head for you to put Hyunjin's ass on blast. "Explain what exactly. That you didn't have your tongue down her throat, while you told me to wait for you all these years and forbade me to have a boyfriend? Please, how much of a fucking loser are you to get someone's sloppy seconds?" Lee Know held in his laughter as he brought a fist to his mouth. He looked visibly proud of you. "Yeah, we're done here. Let's go."
You held the door to enter when he yelled out, "you think you're so fucking high and mighty don't you. You wanna pick out my relationship but not the one right here," he motioned at the two of you, "I mean come on y/n. He fucking made your life a living hell, don't you remember the times you cried in my arms about him, wishing that he would die?" You suddenly felt small, he exposed you bare and you couldn't deny it. Suddenly, there was a crowd watching from afar that you hadn't noticed from afar.
Lee Know stepped in, "get over it. She doesn't want your fucking ass and is perfectly happy without you. Whatever she said in the past is definitely not how she feels anymore, now she loathes your ass. So, tell me this.." He stepped closer to him and you suddenly realized why everyone fears him too, he's not afraid to point out the obvious and speak up, he whsipered something inaudible to him. Hyunjin clenched his jaw and had a face of anger. He walked away defeated and Lee Know laughed as he did. You looked at Lee Know differently now, he stuck up for you when no one else did.
Maybe in another universe, you two could've been friends. Maybe he's not so bad afterall. Then you realized how rude you were to Hyunjin.
"My god, I'm turning into you!" He chuckled as your hands covered your face. "Is that so bad?" You nodded your head yes aggressively and he rolled his eyes. "Lino~~~" Oh God, as drunk as ever your brother came over to you two. "Chan, why did you drink so much?" He collapsed on the car and burped loudly, classy. "Okay, let's get you two home."
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"Does he always get this drunk?" You asked Lee know and he shrugged his shoulders. "Sometimes, only when he's stressed I guess." You plopped down on the couch and he collapsed next to you. You both sighed heavily and tried to relax. Although it didn't last long, "how are you feeling about tonight?" You shook your head, "let's not talk about it..." He cares, he cares about what you're feeling. "It's weird, isn't it?" He furrows his face in confusion, "what is?" You smiled slightly as you looked at him, "those moments where we don't hate each other." He sighed once again, "like I said. I don't hate you."
"I know." You do know that, but in your heart, you can't shake off the past. "But I know you hate me, and that's okay. I'll make you like me someday." You laughed softly, you're already starting to. You start to think about the party again and a light appears in your head. "What if we strike a deal with each other?" He raised an eyebrow, obviously interested. "What if we pretended to date?" He dropped his head back and sighed, "what do I get out of this?" You scooted closer to him, "well it'll make your ex jealous, plus it would also make Hyunjin jealous too... and maybe he will regret not being with me. Also increase my popularity." He sucked on his teeth, "seems this only benefits you, I couldn't care less about my ex."
You pondered and searched your mind for a benefit for him, "fine then, you get me." His eyes widened and he brought his head back down to normal level, "excuse me?" You leaned onto the couch on one arm, holding your head, "you heard me. I'll let you hit it whenever you want." He scoffed, "I'm offended that you think I don't have access to that already." You bit your bottom lip, "but it's not me. It's different, I'm your enemy." He squinted his eyes and blinked about a thousand times, like to actually think about it. "So, you're saying you want to have hate sex?" You almost giggled and shrug your shoulders.
"I knew you were in love with me." You smiled and shook your head, "like I said, no." He mimicked your position and got closer, "so if I told you I wanted you right now, spread out and making you cry for it. You would do it?" You made a face of disgust, "okay don't make it weird. But essentially.. sure. After all if imma lose my virginity to someone, might as well be you." He retracted his face is shock, "wait you're a virgin? God, you were really waiting for him, huh?" Unfortunately yes, you were.
He licked his lips and nodded, "okay fine. I'll be your fake boyfriend. But that means that you can't fight me on couple duties and don't tell Chan." What have you gotten yourself into?
He seemed to keep up his end of the deal, to not be able to get away from him, even at school. Your phone began to ring and you reached into your book bag, more of a tote bag and answered it. "Hello?" His voice was excited and jumpy, "hi y/n.~" You nearly hung up the phone as soon as he spoke. "Lee know?? How did you even get my number?" You audibly groaned his name. "Your brother~" he cooed. "Remind me to murder him later.." He laughed softly and you felt butterflies appear in your tummy, you clenched your stomach and nearly punched yourself to make it go away.
"Why are you calling me?" You cross one of your arms across your chest and the other holding up your phone. "That's how you talk to your savior? Your brother told me to take you home." You groan aloud and begin to walk down the path to the front. "Why didn't he come for me?" There's a loud beep of a horn and you stop into your tracks. "Sorry, apparently that car didn't see me.. maybe he wanted us to spend alone time together." You roll your eyes. "I highly doubt that." He clicks his tongue, "so where are you?" You continue your walking again but go even slower. "I'm hiding, or maybe im at home or maybe im in Hyunjin's car. Could be anywhere really as long as I am away from you." This feeling makes you feel upbeat, you like teasing him.
"Tell me where you are right now you brat," he speaks quickly in a rude tone. "Okay, first of all, rude." He sighs heavily and then chuckles softly to himself, "nice dress, Princess. Can I take it off?" Your phone slightly drops down when you search your surroundings for him. You furrow your brows when you don't find him. "How'd you know I-" You scream as your feet are lifted off the floor, being carried from behind by your waist. "Found you," he whispers and attacks your neck, biting it playfully and pretending to eat it while making gurgling noises. "Okay, okay, enough! Put me down!" People were staring.
He sets you down gently and you toss your phone back into your bag. "Here, let me get that for you." He deattaches your book bag off your shoulder and onto his. "Thanks," you mumble softly. His arm cheekily raises over your head to your shoulder, "So, what are we doing today huh? Going to dinner? Or a fair? Maybe even the movies?" You stopped walking, pushing his arm off and your mouth was slightly agape as he looked at you curiously, "what are you talking about? We're going straight home." He pouted his bottom lip, as you noticed his car. Without waiting, you marched straight to it and to the passenger's side door, about to open it until he slammed it shut.
He leans in close, keeping a firm grip on the door. "We have to go out," he said softly, you shook your head no as you kept trying to open the door. "Come onnn, let's go on a date. You were the one who said you wanted to do this fake dating thingy." He whined pathetically and you knew he was just messing with you. So obviously you had no intentions or interest in saying yes. But you did anyway, just to mess with him. "Hmm, why not?" He perked up immediately and stepped closer to you. "Really?" "No," you said almost immediately and he frowned. "Well too bad because we're going anyway." He finally let go of the door and opened it. You glared at him as you went in and he softly smiled.
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He took you out for ice cream. It was nice. He was nice and complimented your dress. He took you home afterward, and surprise surprise. No Chan. "Great, I don't wanna be alone... Come inside?" He looked at your front door and then you. "Can I cash in?" Already? You weren't prepared yet. And weren't exactly ready to give it up yet. "Oh, I haven't prepped or anything." He stepped closer to you, merely inches away. "I don't need all that, just you." But why the hell not? The sooner the better.
You led him inside and up into your room, making sure to lock the door. He wandered about as you quickly went into the restroom to touch up, the door was open to keep an eye on him. You walked in after a couple minutes and he was sitting on the bed, looking at picture. One of you in elementary, playing in the grass alongside Hyunjin. "I always thought you were so pretty when you played in the grass, I never got the chance to go with you. Your protector prohibited it." You approached him slowly and sat on the bed. You pulled the picture out of his hand, "forget him. I'm here now."
His eyes scanned your face as you tossed the photo aside. You prepared yourself, first kiss, first everything would be with him. He leaned in slightly. "What if my brother finds out?" His hand slips behind your ear, tucking softly at your hair strands. "He won't," he whispers against your lips. He stares into your eyes, flickering down often back down to your lips. "God, you're so damn beautiful." He pressed his soft lips into yours, taking you whole. You sighed in relief, it's as magical as you thought it would be. Moist and soft as pillows. Connecting two bodies into one.
"Don't stop," you mumbled against his lips. And he didn't. He entered his tongue softly into your mouth, entangling his with yours. You moaned at the feeling, the pleasure intensifying and all your doubts fade away. He reaches at the bottom of your dress, pulling it up above your waist. Revealing your underwear and tugging at it. He strokes at your concealed clit, he smiles. "You're wet for me, baby?" You almost moaned at the nickname. You felt shy now that he pointed it out. "You're sure you want to go through with this? I can stop."
You don't want him to stop. "Don't you dare stop." You pulled him back into your lips. You felt him smile against your lips. He pulled your dress over your head and laid it onto the floor. You reached for his belt. He stopped you as he took it off himself. You crawled back higher in the bed for room. He undressed himself until he was in his underwear too, the beautiful scar appearing once again. You couldn't help but stare, he is beautiful you have to admit. You reached for his pants and pulled out an aluminum wrapper. Holding it in his mouth and crawled toward you seductively. You giggled as he appeared on top of you and you took the wrapper out of his mouth.
He kissed your neck which made you melt in his touch. It felt like heaven and sent tingles down your body. Intensifying the building pleasure. He reached around your back and unclipped your bra. You weren't expecting it and gasped, so easily slipping it off. He attached his lips to your breast immediately, making your back arch as he sucked on it softly. His fingers teased at your entrance, playing with your panties and slapping it against your sensitive skin. "Don't tease me," you whimpered and his eyes turned dark with lust. He grabbed the wrapper from you and slipped down his underwear. Your mouth dropped, you weren't expecting it so suddenly.
You felt compelled to look at it and dragged down your panties. He groaned as he made eye contact with your pussy. He opened the wrapper and slipped it on neatly and swift. Getting ready and you prepared as he positioned himself. He entered smoothly and you moaned aloud, you covered your mouth but he pulled it away quickly. He kept your hands above your head at your wrists and the other positioning himself into you. You felt so full. "Fuck, fuck. It feels so good." You whined out as he continued to bottom out into you. He finally stopped pushing until you. The pain and pleasure mixing.
You moaned happily and tried to break free of his hold. "God, you're fucking perfect," he whispered. The praise got you going even more. He pulled out to the tip and pushed back in. You moaned heavily again as he began to set a rhythm. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come if you keep clenching like that." You wrapped your legs around his waist to encourage him. "Cum if you want to, just keep going." You've never talked like this to anyone. He let go of his grip around your wrists and readjusted your legs. Laying your ankles onto his shoulders and holding your legs close.
He pushed back into you and you practically crumbled in his hands. The pleasure was intensified, heightened. You cried out as he mercilessly pounded into you. "Please, please" you begged although you didn't know what. His thumb rubbed against your sensitive bud and you pushed away with your hips. You whimpered out as he kept abusing your body. "What's wrong, can't take it?" He teased you which made you angry, you hate being teased especially by him. It's his favorite thing to do.
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." You chanted against his rhythm. "I hate you so much," you mumbled to yourself. He smirked, "keep talking and watch what's gonna happen." A challenge, you know you can't resist. "I hate that I love this so much," you laughed breathlessly, "I hate that I love you fucking me." You squealed as he turned you over onto your stomach. He pushed your neck into the sheets and arched your back, a sting on your butt appeared. You whimpered at the pain, he slid on once again and you screamed into the pillow. "Keep going," he whispered into your ear. And so you did, confessing all what you were thinking.
"I hate that you're so attractive." He pulled your hair into a bundle and moaned softly. Butterflies appeared in your stomach, he was enjoying this, enjoying you. "I hate that you know exactly how to make me crumble in your hands." Tug. "I hate that I crave you at times I shouldn't." He begins to pound up into you fast and harsh, making you a moaning mess. "I hate that I've wanted you all these years!" You want it, want it so bad. You need a release. "That's all I wanted to hear," he whispered sweetly into your ear and pulled your face to kiss him. You cried out into his mouth as he mercilessly grinded into you. He moaned loudly, his hands bracing onto your hips as his pace slowed. But he kept going, for you.
He snapped his hips into you once, twice, and you collapsed. Like a thread being cut. A knot being undone. A firework finally exploding. Release, sweet beautiful release. He talked you through it, "that's it. Just let it go, princess. You're doing so good." You relaxed in his arms, feeling him slip out of you slowly. You suddenly felt empty now, without the comfort of him. He laid you down softly onto your back. "You okay?" He cooed at you as he brushed the hair out of your perfectly happy face. You nodded your head, "what are you smiling about, hm?"
"I'm just happy." You were. He gave you an experience that you'd dream of. He pulled back to yank off the rubber, and threw it away into your bathroom trash. You got up reluctantly to pull your underwear back on. But once you felt your feet hit the ground, a sharp sensation drew up your back and you stumbled onto your knees. He came running to your laid as you laid helplessly, "ow."
~~~
You two had a conversation after, establishing some boundaries. "Okay so first off," you underlined the top of the page titled, agreement. "We are not allowed to fall for each other, no romantic feelings whatsoever." He nodded in agreement as you scribbled it along the page. "Have to show some sort of affection in public for fake dating purposes... and make a public appearance at a party or something." He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. "It's not that hard okay? It can be a simple gesture like a kiss on the cheek or a hug." You wrote it down.
"And I get to have my benefit whenever I want." He mentioned as he snatched the paper away from you and wrote it down. "As long as it's not in front of other people, I'd rather not flash my pussy to a stranger." He chuckled at your bluntness. "Oh right one more thing," you took the paper back. "Agreement will be void once goal is made aka I get my crush or broken." He stared hard at you, confusion in his sparky eyes. "You still want that guy? After all he did?"
You shrug your shoulders, "I mean I get it. You get lonely without someone to love. And plus, now I know the benefits of having someone." You cheekily rose your eyebrows at him in a playful way. He sighed and looked away. "I don't understand why you don't want your ex back. Didn't you two love each other?" He shook his head and you laid the paper onto the table in front of you two. "Why?" He sighs, "because she isn't you." You look at him confused, scared. "She isn't you... as friends, we have a connection, we light up around each other. I don't have that connection with her. I crave a connection if I want a relationship."
You understood what he meant. You do. You two seem to always encourage each other and be confident. You're not afraid of telling him anything. He changed the subject. "So, what did you mean that you've wanted me all these years?" Oh shit. You'd forgotten about that, your ears begun to stung. Might as well come out with the truth. "Well, I've always found you attractive. I just didn't wanna admit it."
"Yeah, I kinda have that effect on people." He flicked his imaginary long hair. You cackled out at his demeanor. "So that basically means you fantasize about me, huh?" You scoffed jokingly, "okay enough Mr. Cocky," you threw a pillow at him and he laid in defeat.
You had to begun to hang out at school with each other more. His friends had grown accustomed to you now. It was working, everyone believed you two were together. But thank god it was Friday, you hate school. You were sitting at the table where his friends were, waiting for him to arrive when you noticed his ex. Glaring at you with such fire in her eyes. "Hey," Lee Know said and you jumped once you felt his hand on your back. "Hi," he pecked you on the cheek. "You okay?" You nodded, while still looking in her direction, he noticed and followed your gaze. His eyes darkened as he noticed that she was whispering to her friends while looking at you. You felt suddenly conscious of yourself.
"Imma go okay?" You said softly to him but he grabbed your wrist to stop you. "Don't go, I'll handle it." You shook your head, "it's fine. Don't ruin anything between you two because of me." His eyes screamed at you to stay but you couldn't. You couldn't stand sitting there while she talked about you. So you walked away, feeling an ache in your stomach. You went to a nearby bathroom and washed your face. You stayed in there, looking at the mirror at your clothes. 'It could be better,' you thought. Maybe you'll go shopping.
You walked out upset and bumped into a tall boy. "Sorry," you said as you pulled away. "Y/n?" You stared up at him, that familiar face. "Hey Hyunjin." You stood silent, awaiting what he would say, it seems like he's got a lot on his mind. "Look I just wanted to say about how sorry I am for the other night. It was stupid and I don't even like the girl, I swear. I cut ties with her." You sighed heavily and put your hands in your sweaters pockets. "Let's just forget about that okay?" He nodded his head and you turned to leave.
"Wait," you stopped and looked up at him once more. "How about we go out tomorrow? So I can really make it up to you. Meet me at our spot at 3?" Your spot, you haven't been there in a long time. It's a big playground, you two would always meet up there in the past and just talk. "Sure, I'll be there." You walked away and find a stray Lee know again.
"Where'd you go?" You smacked your lips, "I have news!" His eyes creased and a small smile emerged. "Hyunjin asked me to go out tomorrow, as an apology." His smile quickly faded, and his eyes dropped down to his feet. "Isn't that good? I have to go shopping after school though, for some clothes." He nodded his head quick and reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. "Get something nice for yourself okay?" He hands you a couple of big bills. "No, no. I don't wanna use your money." You try to hand him it back but he pulls away. You sigh reluctantly and put the money into your pocket.
He leans forward into your ear, "maybe you can buy something nice for the two of us, hm?" You instantly knew what he meant, lingerie, and your face reddened at the thought of it. "Don't be naughty."
It was the next morning, and Lee know had shown up to question you about Hyunjin. He sat next to your floor mirror on a seat cushion. "And you'll be alone?" You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your shopping bag, pulling out the new dress you bought. It's a navy blue and tight fitted, you're planning on wearing some stockings with it so you won't be completely exposed. "You're stressing too much about this." You said while walking over to your bathroom to change, bringing the bag with you. "Yeah, because I care about you."
You began to dress behind the door as you listened. "I just don't want him to try anything funny." You walked out, over to the mirror, in front of him, "It'll be fine, it's in public." He stared at you, scanning up and down and you smiled happily at the result. "So.. do you like it?" You turned to him and did a twirl. "Love, I'm not even looking at the dress." You sucked in a breath and smiled, you lifted your hair and tried to assess if it looked good. "Hmm, hair down. Only I get to see you with your hair pulled back." You knew what he meant to that too.
Which reminded you of the surprise you had for him. You had noticed a lingerie store next to the dress store. And you gave in, picking out a white set. After all it is his money, he'll enjoy it. "Hold on, I have a surprise for you." You skipped over to the bathroom and changed into it. It hugged you beautifully, a blinged out corset top with see through panties, attached was some laced stockings. It came with a light cover dress, it was flowy and very pretty. You bit your bottom lip as you gazed at yourself. Definitely out of your comfort zone, but so is everything.
"What's taking so long-" He pushed open the door and his face practically dropped. His eyes didn't know where to land. You shifted on your heels, "do you like it?" He said no words. He lifted you up from your legs and hung you over his shoulder. "Hey, what are you doing!" You screamed out and kicked your legs, it was useless. He dropped you onto your bed and quickly ran to your room door, locking it. You didn't know what he was doing, you only assumed. He wants to fuck you again.
"Get on your knees," he ordered you without hesitation. You've never seen him like this, so dominant. You slowly dragged yourself onto the floor. Gradually getting onto your knees, you looked up at him through your lashes. He slowly unzipped his pants and you gulped. You know what he wants. He pushed down his pants to his ankles along with his boxers. You stared at his length, rock hard. "You have no idea what you do to me," he said as he stroked your cheek. It felt so innocent in this setting, it soothed you. He wrapped his hand around himself and pressed it to your lips. "You know what to do."
You parted your lips slightly and pressed a soft kiss onto him. You moved his hand out of your way, replacing it with yours. And slowly, seductively, teasingly, you kitty licked at his tip. He hissed as he watched you. He grabbed your hair into a ball, holding it out of the way to enjoy the show. Finally, you pushed him into your mouth, you held down your tongue and tried your best not to gag. It was impossible and caused your eyes to fill with tears. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, and he tugged on your hair aggressively, pushing your head. You didn't care, he can use you all he likes.
"Fuck, I need you right now." You hummed against him and he moaned out loud. You were beginning to feel a glow in between your legs. He pushed your mouth off of him and you got onto the bed. He threw his shirt off and you could cum at the sight, he's so breathtaking. He ripped your sheer dress off you, "hey don't ruin it!" He growled, "my money, my girl, I can do what the hell I want." You're not his girl, you were about to correct him when he pushed aside your panties. One of his fingers entering inside of you and you moaned. Prepping you for him.
He took out a condom and once again slipped one on with one hand, what an expert. He planted his hand next to your head and kissed you softly, his kisses were always so gentle. He slipped into you, beginning a rhythm and you moaned loudly into his mouth. He pulled away, "I feel that good?" You nodded your head quick and did not even try to be quiet. Your arms slipped around his neck and you closed your eyes in pure bliss. He was grunting hard, like he was gonna finish soon. But you knew he would keep going even if he did. He started to go faster while his moans were getting louder. You felt a slight shoot get blocked off and the condom fill up.
You felt a rush of pleasure come over you, you felt your high coming in close. You started to whimper out and clawed out his back. He then began to trickle kisses down your neck but you felt a slight sucking sensation. "Don't," you said breathlessly, "I'm still going out after this." He stopped and you saw how angry his expression was. His rhythm slowed down unexpectedly and you made eye contact with him. "Keep going. I'm so close," you begged him. "Uh, uh. You want to go out still? You don't get to finish." And he denied you of finishing. He pulled out of you.
You groaned, annoyed. "Why are you so mean?" You whined as he moved away from you. He smiles, "because," and kisses your cheek. You frown. He took off his condom and threw it in the bin next to your bed, you had planned ahead by putting one there. But you had your own ideas. As he laid beside you and stared at the ceiling, your hand slipped off your panties. Your hand slipped down between your folds, and circled your clit. You moaned out as you stared at Lee know, making eye contact. He shook his head disapprovingly. You were only to this to make him realize he made a mistake.
"Mm, Lee know," his name slipped out of your lips so easily. You made sure to sound as breathless as possible. It was working as you saw he was getting hard again. "I won't engage," he told you but you knew he was lying. "Fine," you stopped and got on top of him. "You won't play with me?" You grabbed his now hard length and held it lined up to your entrance. "Y/n, don't. I'm not wearing-" You ignored him as you slid down slowly. You braced yourself onto his stomach and moaned out pathetically, why did he never let you experience it raw before? It's addictive.
He feels crazy good. You can feel every ridge and curve. Everything hits the right spot. "Oh my god," you gripped onto his chest. "Oh my god," you screamed out in glee. The build up is threatening to snap, and you love how it's feels right before it does. "Thats it, my love. Let it out," he whispered sweetly to you. Snap. And you go falling down onto him.
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He begged you not to go, but you weren't going to stand up Hyunjin. You couldn't... At least not without an explanation. You walked over to the park, he was no where to be found. Your phone began to ring, unknown caller. You answered it, "hello?" There was a sudden burst of laughter, a girl. "Oh y/n. Did you really think he was gonna go? You're quite stupid to think that." You recognized the voice, Lee knows ex. "He ditched me?" There was a noise of scramble on the other side. "Hello y/n." Hyunjin. You gritted your teeth. "I like your dress, very revealing. Did you go shopping for me?" You looked around and saw no one, suddenly you felt cold and began to walk out of the park.
"Why are you doing this?" He laughed softly to himself. "It's payback, you betrayed me by getting with Lee know." Anger began to pelt up inside you, "I never betrayed you. You betrayed me." He laughed once again. "But something smells fishy doesn't it? I think it's you." Just then you turned when a loud car pasted by, the window was down. Splash. You were hit with a bucketload of water. You gasped as you fell to the ground from the weight. You screamed when you saw a fish had been through with it. You didn't know what to do, you ran.
Home. You don't know where that is. All you knew was him. You needed him. His comfort. His words. You needed to go to him.
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You knocked on his door repeatedly and rang the doorbell. Clutching your soaked body and sobbing out. The door swung open fast, when his eyes landed on you. He had a look who could kill. "Who did this to you?" You didn't want to answer. You knew he would go after him and that's the last thing you wanted. "It's none of your business." You said calmly. "You're my fucking business. What happened?" He spit out his words and tears flowed down your cheeks once again. "I'm gonna kill him." He stormed past you but you clutched onto his arm. "Please don't leave me. I need you here."
His gaze softened and immediately took you into his arms. "I'm not gonna leave you, I swear." You smelled, really bad. But he didn't care. He held you for so long. You wish he would never let go. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He led you inside and into his bathroom. He lives alone. You remember that, no siblings, parents gone. It must be awfully lonely. He sat you down on the toilet lid while he turned on the water for a bath. Putting bubbles in it. You laughed amused to yourself, he has bubbles for himself?
He looked confused at you, "feeling better?" Your face fell sullen again. "Get undressed," he said and pulled you off the seat. You pulled the dress off and the stockings. He picked them up and waited for you to take off the rest. You turned away from him and took off your underwear. You got into the water and sat down. He left with your clothes and came back with his own, a hoodie and some shorts. Sigh, no underwear. He was respectful when he came over to you, only looked at your face. Nothing else. He scrubbed you clean and gently rubbed shampoo into your hair.
You could've done it yourself but he insisted. He said he felt bad for letting you go. For letting them get to you. "I'm sorry this happened y/n." At least one person actually cares for you. He left so you can dry yourself and get dressed. After you did, you walked into his living room. Wandering around his place and found him in the kitchen. He had a pan of butter grilling, while he was cutting some freshly washed asparagus. "Hey, hope you like steak,' he said as you walked to his side. There was a plate of seasoned meat sitting next to the cutting board. "You're the whole package, huh. Everything a girl would hope for." He laughed softly, "hope she comes soon."
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You had slept at his place that night, after having a full tummy and a movie night on his couch. You got to talking. "Tell me a lie that you've told yourself all your life." He asked while putting an arm on the couch behind your back. You smile softly, "that we can't be friends. I should've given you a chance a long time ago." You laid your head against his arm, your body still facing him. "So you don't hate me anymore?" You didn't want to admit it so you just smiled and looked down.
"Say you hate me, y/n." You glared at him, challenge in your eyes. "Say it," he curved his head and gave you a stern look. You tried to lose your smile but laughed when you said, "I hate you." His tone was playful. "Say it like you mean it." A smile crept up on your lips, "I can't."
You two were silent now. "I don't hate you Lee know. I guess your charm has finally won me over." He pulled your body close to his, "good. We can finally be friends now, best friends." Your eyes began to drop, heavy with sleep, "Yeah, I would like that." You fell asleep. And woke up in his bed.
"Good morning sleepy head," he said sitting up. You stretched out, looking down at his hoodie. Forgetting that you had it. "What time is it?" You mumbled and rubbed your eyes. "Time to wake up," he said while grabbing his phone. "Look at this," he flashed a photo up at you, a picture of you lying on his chest. "Delete it," he shook his head. "It's my new wallpaper." You tackled him, attempting to snatch the phone out of his hand. You huffed once he shoved it into his bedside drawer. "Come here," he whispered and motioned to his lap. He pulled you over, and you laid onto him, straddling on him.
You set your head between the cradle of his neck and shoulder. Your arms resting around his neck. This feels nice. Comforting. "Thank you," you grazed your fingertips against his arms. His arms wrapped around your waist. "For what?" His chest flowed up and down, "for being here, with me." He hummed and traced his hand up your spine. "You're being so sweet all of a sudden." Your head slowly raised and your thumb lined his lips, "I'm just happy I have you." He looked at you suspiciously, "you want something don't you?"
Your eyes snapped up at him and he tilted his head in confusion. You smiled, he caught you, "feel like exploring?" He sighed and tried to look annoyed. He looked up at you with a soft look and stroked your cheek, "I didn't think you would want to do anything.. Aren't you tired?" You shook your head, you leaned forward to his neck. Removed his hands from your cheek and sprinkled kisses. He pulled back and you frowned, "I want you to do what I did for you the other day.. the stuff with my mouth?" His tongue rolled inside, along his cheek. He cheekily smiled, "You want me to do that to you?" You nodded your head and pouted.
"Aww, anything for you," he rolled you over onto your back. He pressed his lips against yours softly, igniting you. You pulled him to stay, gripping his sleeves. You moaned against his lips once you felt his hand pulling at your shorts. "I like seeing you in my clothes," he whispered against your lips. "I like being in them," you teased him back, "but I'd rather not have any on with you." He tilted his head once again in surprise. You took the opportunity to scatter your mouth against his neck. This time he cooperated. "You're becoming more and more like me."
You smiled against his neck and began to suck against the sensitive skin. He pulled away after a few seconds, he looked down at you, "oh so when you do it, it's okay?" You shrugged your shoulders, "you can do it to me if you want." He immediately got to action. He pressed his lips to your neck, you felt yourself flush. He sucking harshly and you winced softly, he kissed down your collarbones and lifted your shirt. Sucking on your breasts, it seemed it was letters of some sort.
He finally stopped after a while, he kissed your lips. "Ready?" You smiled and he crawled down your body. Your hands laid on your chest comfortably. Once his wet lips pressed against your inner thigh, you gasped. You almost closed your thighs in surprise. "Just relax for me, baby." You did and released the tension. He softly laid your legs onto his back. You could feel his hot breath on your core and it was driving you crazy. Finally, he set his lips onto you. Your hands crashed into his hair.
He kissed your clit softly causing your body to jolt. His eyes looked up at you, dark and sparkling. He looks perfect like this. You grab your phone from the bedside table, he put it there to you. A capture an array of pictures of him, "do I look pretty?" He asks and you nod your head. His tongue makes its way and pushes into you. The pressure building in your stomach. You set the phone down beside you. He attacked your clit again, sucking and kissing while his fingers entered inside you. It was too much, your body enjoyed it too much. You let go. Cracked.
You felt light headed, minutes, hours seemed to pass by in a second. "Holy shit, are you okay?" You nodded your head and a warm presence kissed your cheek. You cooled down and hugged his body close to yours. "Feel like going out tonight?" He asked softly, looking into your eyes lovingly. "Yeah, but I want more." You said as you pulled the covers over you two.
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"I have nothing to wear!" You cried out in your closet. "You have plenty of clothes, you just went shopping." You searched in the pile of clothes on your floor, "I don't know if I want to wear a skirt or a dress or pants." He sighed heavily, "it's gonna rain tonight." You frowned and picked up a pair of pants, better to be comfy than cold. "I'll would wear a revealing top to better the outfit. But someone decided to leave hickeys that say MINE on me." You pulled out a shirt and showed him it. He crossed his arms, "wear what you want. I can fight."
You hit him with the shirt, "there will be no fighting tonight. I want just want to chill and enjoy a beer." You pull the clothes on quickly and turn to him, shooting him a look that says 'how do I took?' "You look beautiful," he cringes immediately after the compliment leaves his lips and you giggle to yourself. "Wow, can't say anything nice without cringing."
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The party was pretty boring. No fights. No arguments. Just what you wanted. Just a night to chill with some friends and your brother. Chan questioned you about where you were, "you were gone the whole night." You pushed him away, "like you're not gone for days at a time. I had a rough night and crashed at a friend's." He seemed to believe you and moved on. It was technically true. Lee know is your friend.. friend with benefits? Fuck buddy? Best friend? One of those.
You walked over to a group where Lee know was chatting with his buddies. They tried to tease him by lifting up his shirt but he quickly dodged their attempts. "Come on guys. You know he doesn't like anyone touching or seeing his scar," Chan scolded. Your eyes darted to Lee know. He doesn't? But he let you, he didn't care when you saw him, saw his scar. When you traced your fingers along it. "Whatever, I need a drink." He walked away from the group and he grazed along your arm for you to follow. You did, and immediately questioned him, "I didn't know you didn't like when people touch you there." He didn't answer for a while. "I don't." You whispered softly to him as he grabbed a cup. "But you let me."
"Isn't it obvious y/n?" He took a big gulp out of his cup, chugging it down. "What is?" He looked into your eyes, searching for something, something that you should already know the answer to. "Never mind," he shook his head off and began pouring himself another drink. "No, what? Tell me." You snatched the cup out of his hands and he almost pouted. He leaned against the table, "I'd only let you because... I have a soft spot for you, I think you know the reason why." You blinked heavily, "but I want you to tell me, not for me to just guess." You looked down at the beer in your hands and took a small sip, it's bitter.
"I'll tell you later," he grabbed the cup back from you and took a sip. "You either tell me now or never." You walked away from him, he followed behind and you went outside. To have an actual private conversation. Its raining. You stopped at the end of the driveway, next to your brother's car, and awaited his answer. His hands were in his pockets and he stared at the ground. Water dripping down his hair and body naughtily. "So?" He looked up and shook his head, you sighed heavily. "God, you're such a coward." He furrows his brows, "excuse me?"
"You're a fucking coward. You talk all this nonsense saying you're sure about yourself and you're really not. You're pathetic." He raised his tone, "fine you really want to know?" You stood, wet, the question was seeping into your skin.
"I love you y/n."
You blinked a thousand times again. You stepped back and shook your head in disbelief. Disappointment. You both agreed that your relationship wouldn't go past any feelings. "Is that so hard to believe?" He said since you weren't saying anything. "I thought we agreed no strings attached, that this would never turn into something." He groaned and his hands flew up into his face, rubbing against it crazily. "How could you have not known, y/n? All these years I've waited for you, tried to get your attention just so you would look at me, like me!" You swallowed down a build up in your throat, feeling a heavy feeling. "It's you, y/n. It's always been you. Why can't you see it?"
"I don't chase girls, I never have. I never wanted to. But I'm chasing you." You fist your hands into a ball. He tries to approach you but you push him away. "Don't push me away," he pleads. "I'd like to go home now." You said bluntly. His eyes saddened, glassy with tears. You walked to his car, the rain was pouring down even harder. You turned angrily at him. "Why? Why now? Why did you never tell me this!" He shakes his head, "I didn't know how to say it." He paused. "But it's true, I love you y/n. And I never want to stop saying it." Tears begin to mix with the rain pouring down your cheeks. "I have loved you ever since I have known you."
"You're fucked up, you're fucking everything up!" He nodded his head and walked in a different direction, past you. You chased after him. "Don't walk away when I'm talking to you." He stopped next to his car, "what is there to talk about? I know you don't like me." The feeling in your chest was heavy, you know what you have to do. What to say. You find the words in your heart, you know what you feel for him. "I love you." He stops. "You're actually stupid if you don't realize how much I love you," you add and smile.
You look into his eyes, his mesmerizing eyes. "But I have to make sure, that you really do love me-" "yes." He cuts you off so sure of himself, like it's as easy as breathing. "Yes, I love you y/n," he runs up to you and involves you into a kiss. It's sweet and soft, butter against your lips. "There's never gonna be anyone but you." You smile, a smile so big and genuine, you feel as if you're floating. It dawns on you, "my brother is going to kill me when he finds out." He laughs against your lips, "don't worry about that."
Pairing: childhood friend!Chan x female reader (reader has assigned name).
Trope: second chance, childhood love
Warnings: cursing, jealousy, slight angst, bullying, smut duh, unprotected sex (srry), oral sex, nicknames, blood and death.
w.c: 10 k
Has anyone told you to not trust boys? You learned that the hard way. You fell in love with one.
It didn’t happen all at once. It was all so innocent, simply a friendship in the beginning. That’s where you made the mistake, becoming friends with him.
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It was the first day of kindergarten, everything felt so new. You stood at the front of the gates, hand in hand with your father. You turned to him nervously, biting the inner corner of your cheek. He smiled reassuringly at you and squeezed your little hand. “It will be alright, you got this. Keep your head up.” He handed you your lunch pail and pinched your cheek teasingly, it hurt but in a way it helped you. Helped you to muster up the courage to march into the gates and begin a new start.
But as soon as you stepped near your class, you were pushed over. Your hands scraped across the pavement and you scrunched up your nose in pain. “Oops.” you turned your head to see the culprit, a boy laughing with his group of friends. He reached out his hand for you to grab and you hesitated. “Not gonna take it? Fine.” He kicked your lunch pail away, the food trampling out. He tugged on your pigtail, hard and pushed you over on your back. “From now on, I will make your life a living hell.” He licked the palm of his hand and smeared it across your face. You laid frozen as he walked away, tears flowing in your eyes.
“Are you okay?” A brown haired boy came running to you, he kneeled down next to you. He stuck out his hand, but you didn’t hesitate to take it. “Don’t cry,” he wiped a tear off your cheek. You stared at his reassuring look, his soft dimples really popped out to you. “Come on, let’s tell the teacher.” He held you the whole way, spoke for you about what happened when you couldn’t speak up. But what they said next, ruined you.
“Oh, he’s just a boy.” you were stunned. It felt wrong. Why would they dismiss it just like that? Just because he’s a boy? Because you did something to make him do it? No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t do anything for him to do that, for him to touch you in that way. He practically walked away with a slap on the wrist.
“I'm sorry about that,” the boy apologized to you. He held out a piece of licorice to see if it would make you feel better. “Why are you sorry? You weren’t the one who hurt me,” you took it and snapped off a piece with your mouth. He sighed heavily, “I just wish I could’ve done more to help.” You patted his back, “you did help, you saved me.” He smiled brightly at you, which made you smile. “Anyways, I’m Chan.” you cleared your throat, “I’m Vanessa.” He frowned and tilted his head, “I think I’ll call you Nessa instead.” You giggled, no one’s ever called you that before. He wrapped his pinky around his, “as long as I’m here, no one can hurt you.” you wanted to believe it, so you did.
Although it didn’t get better. You dreaded each day of elementary school, you were constantly bullied by that boy. Theo was his name. Chan tried his best to save you. You appreciated him so much. He was the light at the end of the cold, dark tunnel. But remember that teacher? You found out that was his mother. She always seemed to have something against you. Even though they lived next door, you weren't allowed over. But he always came to yours.
Chan had invited you over for a playdate once for the first time. Which ended up being your last. You were eating cookies on his bedroom floor when she stormed in. She snatched the cookie from your hand and demanded you go home. She said, “you’re damaged goods.” Which at the time you didn’t know what she meant. But now you realized she was talking about that incident. But, there was a time where Chan and you didn’t talk.
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“Chan!” You ran over to him, your backpack flinging side to side with your movements. “Look what I got you~” You said in a singsong voice and pulled out a cup that had Spider-Man on it. You expected him to be beaming with joy, but he wasn’t. He stared at it with no expression and then changed his gaze to the side. “I can’t talk to you anymore.” Your hands dropped to your side, cup in hand and your face frowned. “Why?” His eyes flickered behind you, and you turned to see his mom standing with her arms crossed, glaring at you. You turned back around to look at him, he couldn’t look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry Nessa.” He walked to his mom and she patted his head and pushed him in front of her, leaving you alone with the cup.
After that, everything got worse. You were bullied even worse, and you still held onto hope that one day, Chan would come to your rescue. But it faded as you were kicked and slapped by those boys. Your worst nightmare, provided by Theo, came true. “You’re pathetic!” Kick. “No one wants to be your friend.” Spit. “Not even Chan. Your true love!” He laughed and mocked you. You guess you blacked out once you felt a blow to your head. You felt yourself wake up, but your eyes did not open, but you were aware of your body. “Please be okay,” you heard a sob and recognized the voice. Chan. His arms were around yours, holding you tight.
“Will she be okay?” you heard a male voice and didn’t recognize it. “Move aside, let me help her.” He let go of you and your eyes fluttered open. You gasped hard at the stranger in front of you. You screamed, “stay away!” You crawled away and cradled yourself . “Nessa, it’s okay. It’s just your dad.” you stared at him in disbelief. “What do you want?” His dad sighed and approached cautiously, “we’re just gonna dress your wounds.”
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He walked you home after, holding you up. How the heck are you gonna explain what happened to your parents? “What am I gonna say to them?” Chan shook his head, he had no idea either. “I had no idea what to do earlier. your dad is a doctor and I didn’t know who else to call for help.” You broke away from his hold. “You don’t have to tell me anything.” You began to walk on your own up the driveway when he stopped you. “I still wanna be friends with you.” you stopped in your tracks and looked at him with disgust. “Why now?” He rocked himself back and forth while keeping his head down, “I didn’t know what to do. I always listen to your mom.” you rolled your eyes and scoffed, and was about to say a smart remark but he beat you to it. “But I don’t want to anymore. All you want, more than anything, is to be your friend.”
He picked up his head and his pinky rose. “I swear to be your friend, now and forever.” It was cheesy and made you cringe, but also made you smile. You walked over and entangled yours with his. “Friends.” You felt a sudden urge to kiss his cheek, so you leaned forward and tried to peck his cheek. But he turned suddenly and your lips pushed into his. Your first kiss. You jumped back and then you heard the door open, your parents gasp. Right. Now to explain the cuts. They ran to you and cautiously examined me. You simply told them, “I had a little spar with a girl.” They stared at each other and chose to believe you. They led you back inside and before you entered your house, you made sure to wake Chan goodbye. He waved back with a silly grin and you knew everything would go back to normal.
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But it didn’t, after a short 6 years. He moved away to Korea, and the only life you knew was gone. “I don’t want you to go!” You cried in his arms, begging him. You were shaking and holding onto him with the hope of convincing him. “I have to Nessa,” you shook your head no and sobbed. “My mom insists I have to go. Please understand,” he holds onto you equally hard as you. You look up at him, his dimples as prominent as ever. “I’ll be back by the time we go to highschool, I promise.” He held his pinky out to me, and you tied yours around his. “You better.”
You had a very hard time during those years. The bullying didn’t stop until something happened. Surprisingly Theo left you alone. His goons didn’t but he didn’t engage in any action towards you. But you remember a day, you had come home with bruises from them. It was your 7th grade year. He had watched and stood away from engaging. After they were done with you, he stayed standing above you. You were crying and holding your wounds, you glared at him. “What did you ever do to you?!” You trembled as he stepped towards you. “Why do I deserve this?” He tried to reach out for you but you backed away in fear. “I’m sorry, we’ll leave you alone.” He kept his word, he left you alone and so did his friends from ever uttering your name again.
When you came home, your parents were furious. They had a huge fight, saying things like, “this is all your fault our daughter is like this!” “You don’t know what I’ve been doing for her!” You walked away and waited outside for the arguing to stop. You sat on the grass and watched the sunset, your favorite thing to do since you were a child with Chan. But he’s gone now. Because of his mom. You checked your messages, and he texted you a few minutes ago.
Me 2:05pm
Have you made friends yet?
Channie<3 2:36pm
Yeah, I have
There’s this one girl who sat by me in class today.
She's really nice and gave you half of her lunch since I love triangle kimbap :)
She asked me to hangout after school tmrw
You stared at the message and had this terrible feeling grow in your heart. You felt as if you were going to throw up. You clocked your phone off and clenched it, a girl huh? Will she be your replacement? You can’t think like that. You’ll answer him later.
“Nessa!” you shuddered at the name. No one’s called you that since he did. You turned to see Chan’s mom, Celeste, calling you over. Your heart dropped and your fists clenched as you faked a smile. She took it as an invitation to come over to you. “Oh my! What happened to you!” You have no idea how much you hate this woman. She sighed heavily, “I wanted to apologize for your past mistakes..” you stood confused, she wants to apologize? “I never should’ve treated you that way and you want to make it up to you.” you sighed, listening to her. Her head tilts to the side and she looks around, “Why don’t you come inside?” That was the last place you wanted to be. You hear a glass shatter from inside your house and close your eyes at the thought. But you needed someone. You needed to be anyplace that could get your mind off things. You nod your head and follow her.
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She motions for you to sit at the chair in front of her. You sit reluctantly and she sits across from you. “Are you having problems at school, Nessa?” You rolled your eyes, “are you trying to play the concerned neighbor? What exactly do you want?” She laughed to herself and set her cupped hands on the table. “You’re smart, you knew I had a motive.” You nod your head and shoot her a glare saying ‘get on with it.’ “I have this side gig now, it will train you physically to be a so-called bounty hunter. It pays good money and I think it would help with your situation.” You bit your bottom lip, this would lead you to beat people up and one day. Have to kill someone for money. She reaches for your hand on the table, “you don’t have to make a decision now. I’m asking for a lot.” You clench your hand under hers. “Will you promise not to force you to do anything you won’t want to?” She sits back and thinks for a while, then she says, “deal. I won’t force anything on you.”
I paused, “I don’t think it would be good for me.” she frowned and clicked her tongue. “I know Chan would’ve liked that we get along. This could’ve been our chance..” she sighed and sat back in her chair. You fidgeted and thought, then came to a conclusion. “Fine, I’ll do it.” She gave you the details, you would meet up at her house after school and she would take you to a training place. You described it to your parents as tutoring since she was a teacher and you needed extra help. It was all a lie. You tried to keep in contact with Chan afterwards. But after you found out news about the new girl, you didn’t want to talk to him.
Me 6:56pm
Ugh I’m so tired from today.
Channie 9:17pm
Were you working out?
Me 9:20pm
Something like that
How’s Korea going?
Channie 9:24pm
Omg I totally forgot to tell you!
Me 9:27pm
Tell me
??
Channie 9:33
I started dating that girl, yk the one who shared her lunch with me
Anyways you found out we have a lot in common
Her name’s soojin
Read
You decided not to answer him. The news shattered me. You cried for days in secret. You trained at your hardest and used that pain to get you through everything. Fuck him.
The training was extreme; One day, you felt your emotions really hard. “Harder!” She yelled and you kicked with force. “Harder!” you kicked one again with more force. “Harder Nessa!” you kicked your hardest and began panting. She got in your face and started to scream, “that’s what you call a kick? How pathetic, you’re better than this!”
“I’m trying ma’am.” She scoffed and laughed as if you told a hilarious joke. “You’re not trying hard enough.. you’re weak! An embarrassment if you ever think that’ll be good enough!” You took the words to heart. You shook your head as tears began to pile up. “I am good enough-“ She pushed you back a little, “no you’re not!” your anxiety and fear turned into anger. It began to build. “My son would never want anyone like you!” You screamed and kicked with full force, the bag broke off the hook and landed on the floor. The spot where you kicked, broken in and fabric falling out.
You breathed heavily and she applauded, “see what happens when you use your emotions? You get better. No need to be afraid of them.” That was the first lesson she taught me. The next training for years was learning to fight, flexibility training, weapons mastery, and horrible endurance training. Putting you under water for minutes to build up your breath-holding skills, running in rain and heat, learning to take hits, and the most important lesson. Loyalty training which had you under torturing mechanisms.
The training definitely helped you defend yourself better. It also grew your confidence and helped you establish yourself. You were a high performing student, having the best grades and always having an honor roll. You grew into your looks and explored styles and makeup. Perfecting it during those three years. You realized you had truly evolved at one of your training sessions.
Chan’s mom, Celeste always admired you after you excelled. “Perfect, Nessa. You’ve really turned into a prodigy.” And always after that, she would slither off into meetings. You felt real progress and extreme satisfaction with yourself. You had grown really close to Celeste as after training she would take you out. You were the daughter she never had. At dinner you had asked her about Chan. She frowned, “I can’t say anything about his situation since he’s in Korea but.. You can say you don’t approve of this supposed relationship of his.” You choked on your soda. You cleared your throat and smiled, “you know about it?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, “of course I do. You know everything. But when he comes back and still with said girlfriend. It won’t last, trust me.”
You giggled, knowing that she doesn’t approve. Because you know she’ll do everything in her power to ensure it. He’s a mama's boy, he’ll do anything she says. You were assigned your first job, in eighth grade. To find and capture a man, no one would suspect a child like you to do it. But you successfully did, and you became one of the best bounty hunters she had. And the youngest. your jobs would be easy, you would always get them done like nothing. But you realized outside of doing this job. You had nobody. You expressed your feelings to Celeste. She understood you and never made you feel that you didn’t matter. The next day, you came to find a boy standing in your training spot. You recognized him, he was Chan’s friend when you weren’t talking. The ray of sunshine. What would he be doing here?
Celeste called you to her and the boy turned to you, “Felix this is Nessa. Your mentor.” you looked at her in disbelief. Mentor? He smiled brightly at you, practically blinding you. “Hi,” he said and you smiled back at him awkwardly. You nodded your head and Celeste grinned, “you will be working together from now on. So, best get to know each other.” You bit the inside of your cheek, looks like she intended for him to be with you, so you’re no longer lonely. She walked away and patted your back. He smiled awaiting your attention. “First thing, you’re gonna have to get rid of that smile.” He frowned immediately, “wouldn’t it be more convincing that I was good?” You shook your head, “you’re trying to go unnoticed, not show off your charisma.”
“So you think I have charisma?” You ignored him and led him to the mat. “Come on, show you what you got.” He stood confused and uncomfortable. “You want me to fight you? But you’re a girl.” You smirked and charged at him, dropping down and sliding against the floor, hooking his leg and down he went. He slammed against the mat with a groan and gripped his shoulder. “First lesson, it doesn’t matter who your target is. You get the job done.” He jumped up and assumed a fighting stance. You adjusted his arms, “sloppy.” You brought them up and gave it a stern shake, “this needs to be strong. The basics need to be laid down correctly or you will practice it wrong.”
He looked fondly into your eyes, which made you freeze. “Chan was an idiot to leave you.” you dropped down again and swiped his leg. But this time he didn’t budge and dodged you. He smirked and brought you up by your chin, “I won’t make the same mistake.” you shoved him off, “No more talking from you.” He sighed and crossed his arms, trying to flex them. “You know, I do taekwondo.” you tilted your head and scoffed, “but still you got dropped down by me.” His tongue rolled between his bottom teeth and lips then it grew into a smile. This was the beginning of a great friendship.
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Once highschool came around, you were no longer that shaken little girl. You knew exactly who you were and no one could stop you. You got up that morning with a pep in your step which sounds corny, you know. But you were truly happy with yourself . You curled your hair, put on a full face of makeup and a streetwear fit. You kissed your mom good-bye as your dad wanted to drive you to school. It’s his own tradition to drive you on your first-days. “Looks like someone is moving in next door.” You looked over at what was Chan’s house. You saw a moving van outside and shrugged it off, not thinking about it again on the way to school. Once you pulled up, he gave you that reassuring pinch on your cheek and told me, “keep your head up sweetie.”
And you did, until you saw him.
He was facing away from you, chatting to a group of people whose faces were full of amazement. Figures. He was always the joy of the group. You didn’t recognize him at first, until he turned his head slightly. Those soft dimples you know out of anywhere. You froze in your spot as you stared at him. But you were interrupted when you noticed stares at you. Whispering and pointing at me. “Who’s she?” “She’s gorgeous?” “Is she new?” You realized, they weren’t judging you. They were admiring you.
“Vanessa?” Your name was called from the group talking to Chan. He turned and his mouth dropped in shock. You realized who called your name was Theo, seriously? You decided maybe you should say hi to Chan, as you were walking. You were blocked by a tall boy. “Excuse me, you think you’re really pretty. Could you have your number?” you laughed slightly in shock and looked at his phone. “I don’t have a phone.” He smiled at you awkwardly and walked away. Barf. You looked back at Chan who had a look you’ve never seen on his face before.
He looks so different. His hair is dyed blond and his skin is so white now. Nothing like the younger him you knew. Then again, you don’t look the same either. You see Felix waving to you in the distance and you brighten up. You begin walking to him, Theo tries to walk up to you but you walk the opposite direction and flip him off. The group laughs as he stands stunned, watching you walk away. You walked to Felix and he put his arm around you. You looked back at Chan, who was glaring, not at you but Felix.
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The rest of the day was boring, zero classes with Felix or Chan. First days are always filled with introduction games or dumb lectures. You sat waiting by a tree, a bench was next to it. Painted by the equality for all club with a rainbow. But you stood standing as you scrolled on your phone, waiting for your dad to pick you up. You texted Felix but he had already gone home and you sat unsatisfied. Just then your dad texted you to walk home due to him being stuck at work. It’s only 2 miles. You heard a bunch of cheering and screaming from a car, a white convertible car with the girl you fought with in middle school. She claimed you wanted her man.
“Why don’t we like them?” You jumped and turned to see Chan standing next to you. You looked around and stood cautiously away from him. “You were kinda glaring at them,” he took a step forward out of the tree’s shadow, the sun hitting his eyes. Your heart began to speed up, your words were taken away. “It’s just some middle school stuff,” you worded simply and adjusted your bag. He nodded his head and bit the inside of his cheek, “I guess I missed a lot. Didn't I?” You sighed heavily, “you did.” His lips moved to the side and you watched his eyes scan you, head to toe. “Well, I kept my promise. I came back.” You shook your head and bit your bottom lip, “you just came too late. I’d forgotten all about you.” You saw him practically crumble from your words, but you couldn’t care less and tried to leave him there. You had more important things. But he stopped you.
“I know about your relationship with my mom.” You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned to him. “I know you’re working for her… really, Nessa?” You sighed heavily and tried to calm your building anger, “you have no right to judge me. You have no idea what I’ve been through. I did what I did to keep me sane.” You continued to walk and he followed close behind. He didn’t say anything and just followed you. Until you got to the front door of your house.
Maybe you were too harsh. But what did he expect? That you’d welcome him with open arms and you’d pretend those three long years never happened? No way. Your head wasn't in the right space. “Hey,” you turned around to him standing nearby. “Can I speak my mind and bother you for a second?” You sighed, “you always bother me but go ahead.” He smiled and his hands cupped nervously in his lap. “I felt like our conversation earlier ended badly.” You raised an eyebrow at him, and shook your head. He followed you home for this?
“What did you expect Chan? That I would come back running to you?” He turned his body fully to you, “yes I actually did. I thought we had something.” You stood up fully and your voice was getting louder, “we had a friendship which ended the day your mommy told you to leave.” He scoffed, “I tried to stay connected with you. I called and texted you but you never answered.” You walked away from the porch and vented out to him, “I didn’t want to affect your perfect life over there. I thought you would be better off without me which actually was the truth. I couldn’t tell you anything I was going through because you wouldn’t understand from a thousand miles away! You weren’t here for me! I was alone!”
Tears filled up in your eyes and you tried to blink them away. But they poured down your cheeks. He was about to speak when a voice came from behind you. “Nes?” you turned to see Felix coming out of your house. “Baby, what’s wrong?” One thing, you forgot to mention.
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It was last month, during the summer. Felix and you were training together, a secret one. It was late at night and no one else was there. We were wrestling and trying moves on each other. A certain move would accidentally drop us both to the ground. We laid laughing as we stayed on the floor. We both grew quiet as we stared into each other's eyes. Our breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling and it seemed time had stopped. your heart was beginning to race, not because of the training, but because of how you felt for him. “I wanna take you out on a date.”He snapped you back into reality and you sat up quickly.
“What?” you mumbled and he sat up cautiously. He softly took your hand in his, “I really like you Nes.” Nes was the nickname he decided was fit for you. You didn’t mind it. “I want to be with you, if you want that too.” He had grown too as you did. He dyed his hair blond and his skin had lightened but still a perfect tan. His freckles popped out extremely like stars. You looked at your hands, his entangled with mine.. “no.” You declined him because you still had feelings for Chan and you explained that to him. He respected it but started calling you a new nickname, cry baby. For your unrequited love for Chan.
~~~
He looked at Chan then you, he immediately eloped you in his arms to protect you. Which you gladly sobbed into. “I think you need to go, Chan.” But Chan didn’t, he glared at him. “I’m not the problem here.” You tightly gripped Felix’s shirt to not engage. Which he didn’t but Chan continued, “so I go away for a while and you jump onto your best friend? How desperate are you?” You felt Felix’s chest begin to puff up with rage. “You were the idiot to leave her in the first place. I would never treat her the way you did.” Chan stepped closer which caused you to push him back, “back off. You don’t get to do this.” you grabbed Felix’s hand and pushed him inside.
You turned to Chan. “I can’t believe you..” He muttered and you nearly spat your words at him. “I don’t even know why you're mad. Felix is just my best friend and he’s been here for me. Why can’t you just respect that?” The look in his eyes has returned, hope. But you didn’t stay around to see it. You went inside. You went into your bedroom where you told Felix how you felt about Chan currently, you hate him. He understood you. There was no judgment from him. He trusted you and reminded you that he’s here for you. It made you feel better, your phone began to ring and you saw it was Celeste. “Nessa!” She snapped as you answered the phone. Right, your job.
She explained exactly what you needed to do and who your target was. But, to do it alone. You hadn’t done one by yourself in a long time, Felix is your partner. You explain to Felix you need to do the job and you leave. Your head wasn’t in the right space. You made a big mistake and you paid the price.
Your target was prepared but you managed to get him trapped on the rooftop. He did not go down without a fight. He was aggressive and knocked you down multiple times. We were near the ledge and you messed up. You kicked him too hard, which he went toppling over the ledge. You had killed the person you were after. The one thing you promised yourself you wouldn’t do. You had no choice but to run to Celeste. It was pouring but it didn’t bother you. You knocked impatiently at her door. Only for it to be opened by Chan.
“Nessa? What are you doing here?” You pushed past him and yelled out, “Celeste!” She came from the kitchen and you ran to her, hugging her tightly. “I messed up. I messed up really bad!” She ordered Chan upstairs as you cried into her chest. But he wouldn’t budge as you sobbed out what happened to her. “I messed up really bad, I killed him. I don’t ever want to do this again, I’m done with bounty hunting.” You felt her head move towards Chan, she forced you to look up at her. “I’ll take care of it, I’ll protect you. I promise.” She broke the hold to call someone. “Chan, stay with her.” She walked into the other room and you heard hushed yelling from her.
The feeling began to seep in. “I need to go home,” you spoke aloud. “Yeah, I’ll take you. Come on,” he laid a sweater around your shoulders. He led you by your hand and walked you over to your house. You stopped at your door and reached for the handle. But you paused before opening. “Chan?” He jumped eagerly in your direction, “yes?” You sighed softly, “do you wanna come inside? I don’t wanna be alone.” He stepped closer and smiled softly, “I would love to, whatever you need.”
You led him inside and saw your parents cuddling on the couch. “Hey Chan, it’s been a while!” He smiled and said hello. “We’re just gonna be in my room.” They looked at each other and smirked, “just like old times. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Your dad teased you and you smiled awkwardly. Chan laughed softly to himself as you led him upstairs. You opened the door to your room and left it open. He walked in cautiously, analyzing every part. “It looks the same but so different,” he mumbled to himself. You sat on the edge of your bed and grabbed your computer. “I just have to send something. Sit anywhere you’d like.” You were typing what happened to Felix on an undetectable site and glanced up at Chan.
He hasn’t sat down but keeps circling the room. He stopped at your photo wall. Partially at photos of you and Felix. You sent the message and closed the app. “The memories, right?” You got up and joined his side. You pointed out a photo of you and him, “we were so tiny.” He smiled and took the pin off, he held the photo close to his face. “This is the only picture you have of us on the wall.” You were silent. It seems he took it to heart about all the pictures of you and Felix. It was nothing personal. He walked over to your desk and sat in your chair. He laid the photo in his lap, “I’m sorry about earlier. You just-“ He sighed heavily, not having the words. So you filled it in for him, “you just thought you would stay by myself. Be lonely for those three years of suffering?.. I had to do something Chan.”
He got up softly and gently spoke to you, as if you could break at any second. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve come back sooner.” You couldn’t speak, you were choked up on your words, surprised as tears built up in your eyes. His face is distraught and his eyes are so compelling, so pitiful. “Why?” He cupped your face with his hands, holding you tight. “Why? I would’ve come back if you just said the words.” You let the tears drip in his hands and looked at him, “I couldn’t…” His eyes scanned your face, awaiting words of relief. “I know you didn’t love me the way I did.” Your words were broken and he shook his head, tears filling up in his eyes. He didn’t respond, just let tears flow down. “I loved you all those years, you couldn’t understand but I did. Truly.” You didn’t give him a chance to speak or respond. You pushed his hands on your face and he tried to get ahold of you again. “Just don’t.”
He gave up and you turned away, facing your bed. “I think you should go, Chan.” He shook his head, “you said you didn’t want to be alone.” You felt his presence get closer. “I’m okay,” you said unconvincingly. “No, you’re not. Don’t lie to me.” He laid his hand on your shoulder but you shrugged him off. He backed off finally and you reached for your phone. You turned slightly to see him just standing there as you dialed Felix’s number. You brought the phone up to your ear and he answered, “can you come over? I need you.” Once Chan heard those words, his face winced and he walked out. The memories of you saying those words to him once, now turned into you saying it to Felix broke him. Felix showed up 15 minutes later, he held you to sleep with no questions asked. He just did what you needed.
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You went to school the next day reluctantly. You put on your poker face and tried to seem normal. You ran into the boy from the other day. “Hey, you just wanted to let you know there’s a party tomorrow to celebrate the first week of school.” It was already Thursday. You nodded your head in response and he moved on after that. You felt so drained, you don’t think you’ve felt like this in forever. Felix stayed by your side all day but it didn’t make you feel better. You went home feeling so tired. All you wanted was your bed. Until that plan was interrupted. You were laying under the sheets when a hand caressed your arm. “Nessa,” she softly spoke to you. “It’s Celeste. You need to get out of bed sweetie.” You shook your head and stayed under.
You heard footsteps and assumed she left. But you felt your legs get grabbed and you were pulled off the bed. You launched to the ground with a loud thud and you groaned. “Really, Celeste?” You grumpily got up from the pile of sheets that fell with you and threw it back on your bed. “I tried the nice way but you asked for it.” You stood with your arms crossed. She walked forward and wrapped her arms around you. “I took care of it. Don’t worry about it, mistakes happen.” You took your head off her chest and looked up at her. “I don’t want to be a bounty hunter anymore.” Her expression was emotionless, “I cleaned up your mess but you will not make it again. Understood?” She ignored you once again. You nodded your head in fear. She sighed and sat on your bed. “Maybe all this boy drama is making you hazy. We best take care of that, maybe Felix has to go.” Go? Like, kill him? you know she’s capable of it.
“What if I stopped being his partner or his friend?” She jittered her bottom jaw and nodded her head, “maybe.” You don’t want to. You don’t want him to get hurt. But you have to do what’s best for him. Because you love him. You called him with the news and tried to be as blunt as possible. He begged and begged you but all you could say was no. You told him one day you would come back to him, but just not now. “Please just wait for me.” You nearly sobbed out loud to him, he was crying his heart out. You had to break away and leave him like that. That was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. He was taken out of being your bounty hunter partner. You were back to being lonely.
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“Hey,” Celeste came up to you the next day after school. When you were reading on the porch. “Why don’t you come to mine for a bit. We should talk.” Your legs moved on their own even though your head was screaming not to go. She sat you down on the kitchen island and dragged a mug of hot chocolate for you. “I’m sorry that stuff ended with Felix but it had to be that way.” You heard a creak from around the corner and looked, nothing… You focused back on her. “We should talk about our work.” There’s absolutely nothing to talk about, you’ve made up your mind and won’t tolerate it anymore. “I meant what I said, I’m done with bounty hunting.” Her phone began to ring and she hurriedly rose, “imma take this in the office, I’ll be back.” Her shoes clicked against the marble floor and you heard the door shut.
“Nessa,” you jumped in your seat and turned quickly. “Chan, you scared me.” He walked to you and sipped on your hot chocolate which made you frown. “So,” he licked off the frosting from his upper lip. “You and my mom are close, huh?” Luckily, you were prepared for this question. “She just helped me through a hard time, your parents were fighting a lot during middle school. She was my escape.” He sighed, “I really do wish I was there for you.” you laid your hand on his, “don't worry about it.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile which he took. “About what you said, about loving me… just know I loved you too.” Your heart skipped a beat, your childhood love telling you he loved me.
“And…” His eyes scanned your face for disgust or discomfort but there wasn’t. “I think I'm still in love with you.” He snapped you back into this reality. You can’t believe everything he says. It’s too soon. “Don’t be.” You sighed out loud and got up. “Tell Celeste thanks for coco, imma go home.” You opened his front door but he called out for me. He held out his phone, “I didn’t know if you changed your number or not.” you stared at it, “I didn’t. You made sure I didn’t change it, for you.” His eyebrows lifted up and his mouth moved to speak but you left before he could stop you again. He texted you an hour later.
Chan 6:37pm
Hey
Me 6:45pm
Hi
Chan 6:48pm
You really didn’t change your number..
Me 6:52pm
I didn’t
Chan 6:55pm
I want things to be like they used to be
Me 6:59pm
Maybe one day
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I decided not to show up at school the next day. Celeste spotted you at home and called you. “And why aren’t you at school?” You sighed heavily and rubbed your forehead. “I didn’t feel like it.” She tsked her tongue and mentions, “Chan keeps mentioning about a big party tonight. You should go. Make friends and try to have fun.” You checked the time, 5:00. Party’s at 8. “Why not?”
You got ready but decided to style yourself differently. Revealing outfit, short skirt. Host half and down with curls. And jewels highlighting your eyes and some on your skin. Your skin was smooth and you felt beautiful, which you were. It was 7:30 and you put on your heels as the finishing touch. You called an Uber and snuck out. You were about to enter the Uber when you heard your name called, “Nessa!” Chan. Looking handsome as ever. Dressed in all black, his physique showing through a sheer shirt. You nearly fainted at the sight.
His eyes scanned you from head to toe. “Where have you been?” He walked over to you. You had to make an excuse more reasonable than that you weren’t feeling it. “At the doctors.” His eyebrows furrowed and he looked worried, “When? Why?” You sighed, “don’t worry I’m all good. As you can see,” you twirled around for him and he smiled. “I’m going to this party your mom told me about, and said she heard about it from you.” He nodded and licked his lips, “why don’t we go together?” You rocked on it and looked back at the Uber. “Sure.”
You slid all the way to the door and he pulled in next to you. The Uber began to drive since you had given the address prior. Chan peered out the window and would occasionally glance at you, which you caught every time. You felt bold, you laid your legs onto his lap softly. He smiled over to you slightly and laid his hand on your legs. The warmth of his hand was driving you crazy, you wanted him to move his hand lower and lower but he wouldn’t budge. “Do you know anyone going to the party?” You asked and he nodded, “some of my buddies.” You sighed heavily and bit your bottom lip, “I don’t. Felix would go to these things with me but I stopped being friends with him.”
“Is that so?” There was a glint in his eyes and he tried to cover his rising smile. You knew it made him happy to think Felix wasn’t in the picture but you were still sore from it. You shortly arrived and immediately started to think about why the hell you came. You both exited and his friends came running to him. Patting his back and asking if he wants something to drink. Then they all turned to you. “Chan, who’s this?” One of the boys asked. Chan stuttered to say who you were and answered for him annoyed, “I just gave him a ride. Imma go.” His face dropped slightly as you walked away. You suddenly needed a drink.
The music was loud and deafening. But you searched endlessly for a drink. Finding one in the kitchen. “Uh, I wouldn’t drink that.” A familiar voice said and you looked over your shoulder to see Felix. “Here, let me.” You started relentlessly as he poured you a drink. He handed it to you with a smile. You felt immediately worse and stared at your drink. “What’s wrong?” He pushed your hair back from your face and you sucked in a breath. “Why are you being so nice to me?” He looked hurt that you would even ask that, “because in my heart, you’re still my best friend Nes.” Those words shattered your mind.
“Do you wanna go talk somewhere private?” He nodded his head yes and you led him away from the crowds. But you had no idea where to go and he pulled you into a room and closed the door. It was definitely more quiet there. You chugged down the drink he gave you and tried to form the words to explain what happened. “I know, Celeste put you up to it.” But he understood without you even saying anything, by simply looking into your eyes. You melted in his sight. “And it’s okay, I forgive you.” You pulled him into a hug and tried to memorize this embrace. To never forget it. “I swear, Lix. I’ll make it up to you.” Your phone began to ring and you pulled away from Felix slightly.
You looked down to see Chan calling you. You reluctantly answered and sat down on the bed as Felix stayed in the same spot. “Hey I’m kinda busy right now.” He was silent for a few seconds and questioned, “are you with Felix?” You laughed softly as you stared at Felix across from you. “Maybe… I’m having a great time with him. He’s practically begging me to strip.” You joked and Felix laughed softly. His voice turned aggressive and dark, “Don’t piss me off.” You were taken aback by this new version of him. You laughed practically in his face. “Where the fuck are you?” You bit back a laugh, “why don’t you come find me?”
You hung up and knew it made him angry. But you enjoyed the rush from it, it made you feel powerful that you had this much power over him. But you felt tired. “God these heels are killing me.” You reached to take them off but Felix beat you to it. “Let me,” he kneeled on the ground and took off one shoe. Immediate relief and you threw your head back with a sigh. And then the other came off. Sigh. Bang. Chan. He stormed into the room and pushed Felix to the side. “What the hell, Chan?” Felix said as he got up from the floor. “What the fuck are you doing?” He pulled you off the bed and held you close, by your waist. He stroked your face and cupped your cheeks as he stared at you.
“You’re okay? You’re okay right?” He whispered so softly to you, you almost didn’t hear it. “I’m fine Chan, let me go.” You pulled away from him and grabbed your shoes. “God, must you be so jealous? I was just taking off her shoes,” Felix explained. “I’m not jealous. I just was making sure no one was taking advantage of her while she’s drunk.” You put your shoes on as they continued to argue. You were getting tired of this whole situation. “Okay, enough! Nothing happened… I would like to go home now.” “I’ll take you,” they said in unison. You rolled your eyes and pushed past them both. They called your name out but you needed to get away. Away from them and their jealousy with each other.
You ran out to the front of the party and saw a man smoking near his car, Theo. You were desperate and a little drunk, you needed to escape. You ran to him, “is this your car?” He blew out a puff and nodded his head, “what’s it to you?” The familiar attitude and tone screeched in your ears, he will never change. You heard your name being called once again, “let’s get out of here.” He smirked and threw his cigarette on the floor, crushing the fire out. You ran over to the passenger side and entered inside, once he entered he turned on the engine and drove away. You looked out the window as Chan and Felix stood watching you leave.
“So, where to?” You sighed heavily and crossed your ankles. “My house, it's on-” He cut you off mid sentence, “yeah, I know where your house is, I toilet-papered it a couple times.” You got enraged as you realized. During the first year of middle school, every month on the 1st, toilet paper would appear thrown around your yard and house. You didn’t assume it was him when you should’ve. “OMG, THAT WAS YOU?!” You yelled and sat back angrily in your chair and he laughed, a genuine laugh. “My bad, I didn’t realize how much of an asshole I was to you back then.” At least he got that right. “It’s in the past, forget it.”
He rolled up shortly after that and put the car in park. He looked over at you as you stared through the front window. “I really am sorry you know, for everything.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek and sighed, “I know. I forgive you.” You opened the car door, “thanks for the ride,” and left. You walked slowly to your room to not wake your parents up. You went into your room and threw off your heels, flopping on your bed. “Nessa,” you jumped up and grabbed your secret knife under your pillow, and held it up to the person. “Chill, it’s just me,” he threw his hands up. “God, Chan. What are you doing here?” You sat up in the bed and he cautiously sat at the edge. “I came to check up on you, make sure we’re okay.” You laid the knife on your bedside table. “Yeah, um, I just needed to get away from all that drama.”
He laid his hands in his lap neatly, “I'm not proud about all of that. I’m sorry. Give me a second chance to prove myself.” When will you ever stop apologizing to each other? “Don’t apologize just- come here.” You crawled over to him and pulled him down onto his back. He laid still as you laid onto his shoulder and circled his chest. Just like you used to. You felt so warm and safe in his arms, you suddenly remember why you fell for him. And you know you never want to lose him. “Chan?” You whispered softly and he responded, “Hmm?” You love him, you realized. You still do want to be with him. You remember what he said, that he loved you too, and all the nervous butterflies and aching stomach faded. “I love you.” You felt the rise and fall of his chest stop and he froze. He sat up and you were forced to as well.
“You’re still not drunk right?” You laughed and shook your head, “no.-” He pressed his lips against yours suddenly, but you weren’t complaining. His lips were soft against yours and he tasted like pure bliss. He devoured you whole like he was starved. His tongue slipped in and he groaned in content, finally gaining something he craved for so long. He pulled away from you reluctantly, and the way he looked at you, is the way every girl wants to be looked at. “Do you really love me?” You straddled into his lap, his arms were by his side while you adjusted yourself. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned in close to his ear. “Without a doubt,” you began to rock your hips against his length.
A string of curses left his mouth. His hands stayed by his side, reluctant to touch you without permission. “Say you love me back, Channie.” You slid off of him teasingly. “I love you.” You slid down a strap. “I love you.” Off the shirt went. “I love you.” Off your skirt went. “I love you.” And back onto him you went. His cheeks began to redden. You led his hands onto your body, placing them on your breasts. “You want to fuck me Channie?” He sighed heavily as you rocked your hips again. “Please? Please, please. I promise I’ll be so good to you, baby.”
You smirked and laughed softly in delight. “I’m all yours baby.” He flipped you on your back. He stepped back to pull his shirt over his head. You admired him, he’s beautiful. A perfect physique and he’s all yours. He yanked at his waist band and you sucked in a breath. You teasingly spread your legs open as you sat on your elbows. “Come on Channie. You’re taking too long.” You licked your fingers and softly stroked against your panties. His eyes turned lustful and full of desire. He pulled his pants down and you saw his bulge peeking through his underwear. He slowly walked over to you and pulled your legs down to the edge of the bed.
“Let me see your pretty face, hm?” He pushed your hair behind your ears which made you flustered. He hooked a finger into your panties, and pulled it all the way off. You shut your legs and it angered him, “don’t you dare.” He reopened your legs harshly and you have to admit, you like being manhandled. “Take this off, princess.” He motioned to your bra. The nickname sent a wave of emotions over you, easily becoming your favorite thing to be called. You pulled off your bra and threw off the side of the bed. He pushed you down softly and you laid down. He slowly got down to his knees, making eye contact with you the whole time. He stuck out his tongue and licked a stripe up your core.
It instantly hit you, the pleasure of it all and you moaned. He set your legs onto his shoulders and you bit on your bottom lip to stay quiet, after all it is late. He was an expert, skills so advanced you were practically crumbling in his touch. He played with your clit while he stuck his tongue in you all while reaching up to play with your breasts, triple threat. “You’re driving me crazy, so wet.” He mumbled as he got up to kiss your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips. You have to admit you weren’t prepared for what you saw next. He pulled down his underwear and revealed his long length.
It was hard and wet with precum. And most of all, big. You looked into his eyes with worry and he reassured you, “don’t worry. I won’t hurt you, baby.” He kissed your cheek and lingered near your head as he slid himself into you. He gripped heavily into the pillows above your head and you winced in pain. “Just try to relax, okay?” You nodded and tried your best to relax your muscles and enjoy. He pushed higher inside of you and you felt almost a cramp in your abdomen. He watched your face intently to see if you weren’t comfortable with him to keep going.
You wanted to keep going and had to show him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. “Come on, weren’t you begging for it?” His eyes turned dark, like he was being challenged and you just gave him the green light. He slid out of you abruptly and tossed you onto your stomach. He positioned you with a pillow and arched your back. “Don’t move, princess,” he whispered into your ear as you felt a sharp pressure fall into you. This position is definitely his favorite as he kneads his palms into your butt. He grunts as he snaps into you, your whimpers drooling into the sheets. Everytime he snaps into you, pleasure erupts across your body and your mind becomes even foggier.
You nearly got away from him as you crawled forward when he started to go faster, but he held you in place. Pinning your arms behind your back now, your head on the side and you can see out of the corner of your eye on how much he’s enjoying himself. Head thrown back and mouth agape, dangerous sweat beads falling down from his hair and into his neck. Skin glistening and he looks positively in heaven. Your hips push forward as you try to break free of his hold, you feel a tightening in your stomach and your legs begin to shake. “Fuck, fuck,” he said through his teeth as you tightened around him unmercifully. Your body tensed and then released, you finally relaxed and moaned out into the sheets. He pulled out of you and you felt a warm ooze onto your back and you froze.
“Brat!” You said in a hushed tone, “you better clean my back.” He laughed softly to himself and went over to your desk, grabbing a few tissues from a box and coming to clean your back. “Don’t worry, I got you.”
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You heard a knocking in your window and you walked over to it. It’s been two weeks since you and Chan got together and he always finds new ways to surprise you. You looked down to see Chan standing below, a couple pebbles in his hands. You opened your window and smiled down at him. “Watch out, imma come up.” You took a step back but watched him still. He climbed and leaped up into the window with a form and technique you’ve seen before. The way he swung and jumped was exactly what you were taught. He sat on the sill and hopped inside as you walked away, unable to look at him. “Are you okay?”
You were processing everything, you hadn’t responded to Celeste’s call and texted, avoiding her constantly. Felix had come to you with a solution, to stop her, to stop it all. You were working together to unravel her web, not knowing she had a secret spider creating a trap for you. “You’re working for your mom, aren’t you?” He made no noise or any movement. You turned to him, frozen and staring intently at you. “Did she send you to keep an eye on me? Is that the reason why you came back, or why you were so persistent in being around me?” He made no effort to explain or excuse himself, and you were getting tired of awaiting his response.
“Answer me, Chris.” His name. The name you’ll only say when you’re truly angry at him, and he knows that. He sucks in a breath heavily and admits, “yes. That’s why I came back.” Your eyes threatened to prick tears, “everything was fake.” He rushed over to you and tried to take your hands into his but you snatched yourself away. “No, no. It wasn’t, I truly do love you, Nessa.” You raise your voice at him, “it was fake! I gave you a second chance and this is how you treat me?” He just shakes his head no. “Get out of here, before I take you out myself.” He reluctantly walked back and out the window.
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“You’re certain that they’re next target is them?” You say to Felix. “Yes, we know it for sure. Are you sure you want to do this alone? I can go with you.” You shake your head no and hug him. “I’ll be back soon okay?” You left in a hurry and went to the location of the next bounty Celeste selected. You both were successful in the past and took down many of her hunters without her finding out who you were. You were disguised in all back, weapons at your side and a mask concealing your whole head. You peeked around the corner to no one in the alley. How weird. This was the correct point.
Pain. A sharp blow to your head and you fall to the floor in pain. You looked up to a man standing above you. “Got you,” he said and the voice was muffled, but you recognized who it was anyways. Chan. You were ambushed. He held a gun to your chest but you kicked at his legs which he didn’t expect. This was the time to make no mistakes, it’s life or death. He fought aggressively against you, anticipating your every move and tossing you around. You disarmed him at every chance. You were in a headlock with him until you realized. You reached for your gun in your pocket, to discover it missing and he laughed. One blow. One bullet. You flew back into the ground.
You clutched at your chest, your heart. Trying to stop the bleeding. He held the gun up to you still, “who are you.” You were defeated, and of course it was him who succeeded, he was always your weak spot. Might as well make a show of this. You didn’t budge and he shot again at your shoulder. You screamed and fell onto your knees, he slightly dropped his hold when he heard your screams. You lifted your bloody hand and pulled your mask off. You looked at him with such hatred, such disgust. The irony. Working for his mom, obedient as ever, like he was as a child. You scoffed, “you were always a mama’s boy. Weren’t you?” You smiled as his arms dropped, eyes pooling up with tears.
“Nothing’s new about that.” Your hand dropped to the floor, carrying your almost failing body. “Why don’t you go ahead and finish the job.” You were already dying, you knew it. You felt nearly seconds away from death. “I’m so sorry, Nessa.” Coward. You fell to the floor and slowly slipped away.
And this was all because you liked the wrong boy.
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The funeral was horrible, everyone dressed in black and words of meaningless comfort. “I’m sorry Felix, we know you loved her.” It wasn’t an open casket, they say her face was cut up and covered in bruises. The shot in her heart and shoulder couldn’t be covered in the dress her mom wanted for her. So they decided to have it closed. To say goodbye to a coffin instead of her. I didn’t stay there long after the casket was put into the ground and buried. I went home. I entered the room, and sat on the bed. Then a shadow emerged in front of the door and a smile came onto my face. I looked up and there she was. My Nes… alive and healthy.
You didn’t think I would let her die again.. Did you? She vowed to be with me again, in another life. Yuna. My Yuna. We’ve reunited again and now no one will harm us. This is our second chance and I wouldn’t let her die again. And Chan? He got what was coming for him…
Warnings: longing for Felix (lol), death, slight angst, suicidal thoughts, loneliness.
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As far as I can remember, I felt hatred towards me. I don’t know why or what I did to make people look at me the way they do. I have a mother, no father and my mother will not speak about him. It’s a topic she would never utter. I’ve grown up poor, but somehow I still have nice things. Gorgeous clothing, jewelry, a carved jade bracelet, and a handful of guards. They follow me everywhere outside the walls of the place I call home. I could never go outside in my beautiful things, I don’t know why I can’t but I don’t question it. I’ve learned not to question how things are around here. I never have any money and barely enough to eat. My mother is barely around, always at a tavern, asleep or just gone. It’s soundless when she’s gone, I like the quiet.
On the outside of my home, it is broken down and looks as if it could collapse. Although, on the inside, the halls are pristine and clean due to me always being forced to clean them. The halls are empty, always empty. Nothing but me to wander them. There’s only two bedrooms, mine and my mothers. A small kitchen and table in one opening. Cushions on the floor next to it. In my room, I have a curtain concealing my room. It’s open but it gives me privacy at times. I have a desk and two cushion-chairs, a bedding on the floor and a shelf filled with my cherished jewelry and books. My clothes are hidden away in a box beside my bed.
Sometimes I wish I had a brother or a sister, just to ease the pain of loneliness. Or even someone besides the guards and my teacher to talk to me. I’ve never made a friend as I’m not usually allowed out of these walls, only on special occasions. Which only my teacher or mother can make. I yearn for the touch of another, the communication and understanding. To love and cherish someone. To be respected and adored. I dream of it so often, I want it so badly.
There was a time two years ago, where a man truly saw me. Understood me with his eyes. He was around my age, dressed like a high noble. I discovered him walking back when I sneaked out one time. He was laying on the floor unconscious. I raced over to him and kneeled down beside him, I caressed the side of his face to see if he would awaken. His eyes slowly opened and I smiled in relief, “are you hurt?” I spoke softly to him and he just stared up at me. Stared so harshly, it made me so hyper aware of myself. But it wasn’t a judgment or anything bad behind his gaze, it was just perfect. Perfection as he analyzed for something behind my eyes, something hidden inside of me.
“Felix?” I heard a boy yell from a distance and the boy in front of me turned to the direction. I assumed it was his name and decided he was okay enough to leave. I scooted away from him. “Chan?” He called out and attempted to get himself up. I picked myself up and left, I don’t think he noticed my presence leaving him as he didn’t call for me. The way he looked at me that day, is a look I strive to find again. I want someone to look at me like that again.
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I’m sitting in my room, staring off into oblivion when someone slaps my desk. “Are you even paying attention?” Mr. Han questions me. He is my literacy and dance teacher, normally lowly common girls don’t get an education. But my mother found a way, she always does. He sighs heavily, “I’m going to need to know that you’ve grasped the lessons, I need to know if you want to work for somewhere higher than a marketplace shop.” I don’t get why he’s so upset, the marketplace is wonderful and lively. “Why don’t you walk around, hm? Get some fresh air and clear your mind.” I sat in a slump watching him pull something out of his pocket. “Why don’t you take this, write something down or draw something. Anything to show me some progress.. please.”
I poured my lips forward as I grabbed the small book he handed me. The pages are blank, awaiting some sort of use. I got up and walked out of my bedroom, a guard appeared out of the shadows. I rolled my eyes, “it’s an assignment, don’t follow me!” I stormed past him and out of the front door. The wind instantly hit me, I shivered and pulled up my brown scarf over my head. My boring brown scarf to my appalling beige dress. Dressed like everyone else. I decided to take the long route to stroll past the palace. It’s my favorite place to look at. Although I can’t see much, I can imagine what it seems like. I stared up at the palace walls, wondering how it is to live there. To be royalty or noble, to matter in the world. To be destined for greatness. But that’s not me, I’m just a lowly peasant with a dream of being something else. Sigh, the things you do to keep you sane…
I walked to the marketplace with the book in my pocket, hoping to get inspiration. Although I doubt it. I was about to enter the main center when I noticed a girl running carelessly. Running away from someone. She was peering back and running with such intensity, it made me freeze. I was frozen until the moment she bumped into me. I fell to the ground and so did she. She panted as I groaned from a strike of pain in my arm. “I’m so sorry,” she spoke out of breath and I turned to her. I froze once again. It’s like looking into a mirror, seeing myself in front of me, but it’s not me. Another girl, exactly the same as me.
But how. Why does she look exactly like me? Our expression drops as we both recognize each other, ourselves in each other. “W-who? Who are you?” I yelled as I backed away on the floor. Her expression got serious and she lifted her finger to her mouth, “shh.” She whistled at me and grabbed my hand, before I knew it I was running with her. She stopped and peered around, obviously overwhelmed and not knowing the surroundings. I don’t know why I feel obligated to help her, but I do. “This way!” I latched onto her arm and led her into the direction of my home. I pushed open the front door and sealed the door with the latch.
“You’ll be safe here,” I whispered and she leaned against the wall to catch her breath. She swallowed harshly, “where are we?” I raised my eyebrow as I fully analyzed her. She has clothing similar to mine, and a jade bracelet, like mine. She noticed me staring at the bracelet and hid it behind her back. I made no attempt to explain as I grabbed her arm again and took her to my room. I pushed open the curtain, she followed slowly behind. She looked around my room, curious. I walked to my shelf and grabbed my jewelry box, taking my jade bracelet in my hand. I turned to her and her eyes were drawn immediately to it. She lifted up her wrist, I set the jade next to hers, letting the carving reveal itself.
‘The sun, the moon.’ I was the sun and she was the moon.
We stared at each other for so long. Understanding what we were to each other. The sun and the moon curse, destined to be together but are separated by time and different roles. Souls don’t meet by accident, we were always meant to find each other. She broke the silence, “we’re twins, aren’t we?” I nodded my head and tears threatened to flow down my cheeks. I have a sister. She jumped into my arms immediately and I embraced her back, all these years I thought I was alone. But I was never alone, I had another half of myself I never knew I needed. Once we broke our embrace, I asked her, “what’s your name?” She cleared her throat and smiled, “my name is y/n. I’m the crown princess.”
I nearly fainted. I was so shocked and stunned I nearly screamed at the words. “Crown princess?” But that means.. “Yes, which means you also are a princess.” I sat down on my cushioned bed sheets, to catch myself before I fell unconscious. I frowned, “why did they hide us from each other?” She frowned as well and sat next to me. “I have no idea.” It got silent once again and I sighed heavily. “What’s your name?” I smiled softly, “yuna.” She looked at me sweetly, imagine if we had been together all these years? It would’ve been amazing. “You’re really lucky, I wish I grew up in the palace.” She gave me a horrified face and shook her head, “you have no idea what I’ve been through, trust me it’s not all fancy dresses and perfect dinners. I’m expected to be perfect, speak when spoken to, learn everything there is and the one thing I’ve been born to do. Marry a man.”
As she was venting about her life, she elaborated how she felt. How she also felt alone, how she wants to take her life. “Promise me you won’t, promise that you’ll live. Live for both of us. You have to.” She stared off at the shelf, a deep sadness behind her eyes. She’s clearly lost in thought, I want to help her, make her happy. I scooted closer to her, “come on, smile~.” My pointer and middle finger separate, and curve her lips up into a smile. She appears silly and it makes her laugh. Just then her expression changed, like an idea popped into her head. “Yuna, what if we switched places?” I jumped back in shock and disbelief. “Switch places?”
She attached herself to my arm, “just for tonight, I’m begging you. I don’t want to go to this banquet tonight.” It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I was worried. How can I pull off being the crown princess? “How am I supposed to act like royalty? I have no idea, and I don’t even know what to do at banquets.” She paused for a second and debated silently in her head. “I could teach you.” I raised an eyebrow, “you’re gonna teach me? The banquet is tonight, I’ll make a fool of myself.” She laughed softly, “you’ll be fine. I’ll sneak around to jump in when the suitor meeting starts.” She stared at me with such enthusiasm in her eyes and hopeful, it made me say yes.
“Okay, but you have to run through everything that is supposed to happen tonight.” She stood up happily and yanked me onto my feet. “Okay, so all you have to do is learn this routine. Can you dance?” I nodded my head and she proceeded to teach me the exact dance she was assigned to do for tonight. It was relatively simple but the effects that would happen would make it spectacular. She told me about her family, her mother, father and little brother Daniel who she writes and reads stories to before his bedtime. I couldn't wait to meet them. She analyzed me heavily and circled around me. “I think we’ll need to swap clothes.” She prys off the jade bracelet from her wrist and slips it down with difficulty. She slides it onto my arm and I push mine onto hers. Now we’re reversed.
“Wait, I have some clothing for you. The ones I have on are dirty.” I ran to my box and pulled out a blue dress, she admired it and held it close to her chest. We swapped clothes and she tied my hair up similar to hers. She resembled me and I resembled her. I felt nervous. “It’s going to be okay, you got this.” She reassured me, we snuck out of my house and back onto the street. We walked slowly to the palace and she instructed me on exactly what to do. “The bracelet is your ability to enter the palace, they’ll recognize who you are. I’ll sneak in a little later.” She stopped me right before the gates, her hair pulled back and a scarf covering her head. She embraced me in a hug and whispered, “good luck, Yuna.” She slipped away from my grasp and I turned to the palace doors.
I immediately made eye contact with a guard who came rushing towards me. “You are in big trouble, princess.” He shouted for others and they surrounded me, I was forced to move my feet and through the crowd. The gates opened and my heart began to race. I couldn’t help but feel eyes on me as I entered through, a woman rushed over to me. “Where have you been? We have to get you ready, this way.” The night had already begun to rise, the hay turning a light orange. But how could I possibly want to get dressed when I see the royal courtyard. It’s wide and full of greenery, I want to run and roll in it. There’s a big tree off to the side, with beautiful pink blossoms.
“Oh my, you’re filthy.” She sets a cloth around my face, my eyes the only thing not covered. While the servant is busy tying it under my hair, I slip from her grasp when done and run to the tree, climbing up quickly and settling myself on a branch. I sigh contently and see from a distance the servant running, searching around for me. My hand hits my hip and it thumps, I feel for what it is, my book. Y/n must’ve hidden it inside for me, I pull it out and stare at an empty page. My eyes travel to a tent, a stage of some sort and I realize that’s where I’ll be dancing tonight. There’s already folk surrounding it and sitting at tables. It makes me wonder about y/n and it reminds me about our jade bracelets. I start to write a story about her, us.
I see the servant spot me and quickly start writing about the tent and the courtyard. She finally approaches me out of breath. “Have you gone mad?” I roll my eyes and decide to stop writing about the courtyard. I turn the page and start to draw her, being bossy and yelling at a girl in a tree, me. "Please get down, I'm begging you." My legs dangle happily as I start to fill more of the page. "Oh, shush. I'll be down in a second." I finish the last scribbles and final pieces when she pleads one last time, "Please, you have to get ready." I decided it’s time to go. I sigh heavily and begin to get up. But my foot slips and I go tumbling down to the ground.
I try to get up but I hear footsteps behind me. "Are you alright?!" I peer up at the man, and my heart stops. It’s him, the noble boy, the one with the soul crushing eyes. He reaches his hand out to help me. I stare at it for a couple seconds, but I’m supposed to act like y/n. I can’t accept or touch a man I don’t know, so I decide not to take it. I get up using my own strength. He brings his hand down, obviously feeling slightly awkward that I refused him. "I'm fine." My tone came out sounding slightly annoyed,I didn’t want it to. "I need to go." I mumble as my servant follows after me. He didn’t recognize me..
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I was washed quickly and changed right away. After several minutes I was rushed out onto the middle of the stage. I remember what y/n taught me and did exactly that. The lanterns started to dim softly. A soft melody plays from the harp, and servants open the curtain concealing me. My clothes are long and flowy, a perfect baby blue color. I try to control my movements to be soft and controlled. To be mesmerizing. My body chimes with my movements due to my crown on my head and beads placed on my dress. A flock of birds are set into the air and they surround me. Circling around me and my movements. The end is near and the music comes to a slow end. I bow and my beads jingle once again, my crown feels heavy and uncomfortable. How does y/n dance like this all the time?
The audience stands up and cheers for me. I feel overwhelmed and too seen, too judged. I attempt a smile at them, just then, a man appears, the king. I immediately bow to him and he announces, "Greetings, my fellow lords. Today I've invited you for a reason. I am offering the crown princess’ hand in marriage." There are murmurs that come from the crowd. "I will invite you one by one to introduce yourself. Please enjoy the festivities and food." He turns to leave and I follow him. He stops and turns to me like I’m annoying him or doing something wrong. “Don’t you have to be somewhere? Go change.” I step back, he speaks as if I’m no one, not his daughter but a servant.
I walk in the opposite direction when I see a little boy, the description that y/n told me, my little brother Daniel. But he’s holding hands with the boy from earlier. "How about I put you to bed, hm? I could read a story although mine won't be as good as your sister." I overhear their conversation, I check my surroundings and see no one looking this way, so I approach them. They stop in front of me. "Daniel. What are you doing?" Without hesitation, Daniel jumps into my arms and hugs me tightly. "Have you come to read me a story?" He asks eagerly. Although it is tempting to spend some time with him, I shake my head no and I can see his mood drop. "I'm busy tonight. I have to talk with, lord.. What's your name?" This is an attempt to learn his name finally, it’s been eating away at me.
"Felix," he takes a step closer and bows. Daniel gets angry and hugs onto his leg. "No! You can't have him. I found him first!" I giggle and feel a figure appear from behind me. "Daniel! What are you doing out?" The king emerges from the shadows behind. Felix bows to him and he shakes him off. "Get to bed right now!" Daniel quickly runs off and disappears. "Sorry about him. He's still learning." I explained, I see in the distance y/n, hiding around the corner. She must want to switch back soon. Felix nods his head, "it's alright. It was a pleasure." A servant approaches us and instructs us that it’s Felix’s time to take him to the room. The first of the night.
He walks behind the king, and I walk behind him. I take small and short steps to gain more time to figure a way to switch back with y/n. She peeks out of the corner and I rush over to her, she claps my hand softly, drops the scarf covering her in my hand, and runs back over to them. I stay out and watch her walk away and into a room with them. I pull the scarf over my head and look back at where Daniel had run off to, it won’t harm anybody if I went, right?..
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I knocked softly on the door, “go away!” I shook my head and smiled at his grumpy response. I opened the door loudly and closed it harshly. “That’s no way to talk to your sister, Daniel.” He was in bed, tucked in but sitting up with his arms crossed, like an angry toddler. “Why are you here?” I moved slowly towards him with my hands neatly cupped together. I pulled the book out slowly and dragged the chair in the corner next to him. “You asked me to read you a story before bed, I’m here to do exactly that.” His eyes light up and he scoots closer to me and latches onto my arm. “Go on,” I giggled to myself lightly and opened the book to read aloud.
A time long ago, twins were born. They were called the Sun and the Moon. They loved each other dearly and never ever wanted to be apart. They always were together.
However, the Sun's light scorched the earth. As the Moon’s tears drowned it. Everyone feared their love for each other and what would their fate become if they continued to stay side by side. Their love was so powerful that it had to be stopped.
One day, it was decided that they should be separated. To live apart in the sky and never be together. The Moon would now rise in the night as the Sun rises in the day. Fated to never be together again out of pure fear and distrust that the world will end if they ever came together again.
They were so heartbroken. They wept for each other and begged to be together. Praying that God would show them mercy and let them see each other just once. God heard their prayer and granted their wish.
Now there is a time where they could be together. But only able to touch each other's shadows. During an eclipse.
I hadn’t noticed but Daniel had fallen into a slumber. He appears so peaceful and happy, I slowly lifted his head off my arm. Placing him onto his sheets. I pull the sheets higher and feel a need to comfort him one last time. To remember this moment, a kiss on his head and I was gone. Book in hand and wandering aimlessly in the halls. “Yuna,” I hear a whisper and see y/n standing in the middle of the hall. I run over to her excitedly and tell her about my experience with Daniel. “Oh he was just-“ I stop suddenly as I see her solemn look, “y/n?” I grab ahold of her gloved hands, I stare at her and see a tear forming in her eyes. “Why am I destined to this fate?” I don’t understand, I’m trying to but she won’t tell me.
“What do you mean?” The tear strokes down her cheek silently, and I see a look in her eyes that I never knew was there before. Pure sadness. “That man made me realize my sole and only purpose in this world. To serve and my life to never be my own..” Her eyes shift to me and she lets one hand out of my reach, to hold against my cheek. “My dear sister, I’ve failed.” Tears threaten to fall from my eyes, “no, no. You haven’t.” Her hand falls. “You must go now, I wish to be alone. I’ll see you later.” She walks away and I watch her silently. She turns around the corner and I realize now, that she never had the intention of seeing me again. But I had every right to follow her into her room, to hide behind the door and hear the commotion inside.
She tried to kill herself that night and before I could step in, Felix was there. He saved her, because he likes her. He never liked me, he liked y/n, the one I was pretending to be. I should’ve known. I felt at peace once I heard she was okay. The bittersweet feeling in my heart was hurtful but I’m happy for her, truly. I’ll gladly give up a man for her happiness. She deserves it more. I hid around the corner waiting till he left so I could go inside and join her. He walked past swiftly, with a smile creeping on his lips. I watched him leave and enter inside. Y/n was drowsy but she heard me enter and jumped up. “Yuna!” She was shocked and I sat beside her on the bed.
“You’re an imbecile!” I flicked her on her forehead harshly and her hands flew up to conceal the pain. “How dare you try to do that! To leave me by myself in this world, to leave Daniel!” She slumped back ashamed and cowered as she brought her knees up to her chest. She stared at the sheets ahead, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Then I felt sorry for her, she didn’t do it for no reason. She’s had a lot of pressure on her. “Whenever you feel like you’ll do that again, you come find me. I’ll take care of you.” I wrapped my arms around her cradled body, my head laying on hers and petting her hair. She looked up at me, “I’m so glad I found you.” I laughed softly, “do you wonder which one of us is older?” She grinned, “I hope it’s you. I’d love to be babied.”
“So about that Felix boy.. what are we gonna do about him?” She blushed slightly and shifted onto her back, pulling me down with her. “I think he seems nice… and sort of sweet. I was thinking of giving him a chance. I invited him to come in the morning, to sneak in.” When she talked about him, she had an excitement in her voice. My heart beamed for her. “But I want you to experience it too, maybe we can get away with switching a couple more times?” I furrowed my brows, “how?”
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The next day in the afternoon, I was performing duties for y/n while she and Felix had their morning together. I expected that something romantic was going to happen, something like a kiss maybe? I giggled to myself at the possibility which brought my attention back to the task. I was sitting in the throne room, at a table reading files of commoners' complaints. I seem to have a knack for resolving their issues, and the king has noticed. “I see you’ve done semi-well on your duties, y/n. I’m proud of it.” It? Not even proud of you? Why can’t he see that all y/n wants is to be seen for everything she has done without having a constant duty to do all the time?
I smiled softly and thanked him, he shined up from his throne and continued his murmurs to his wife. His wife, obviously not my mother. I know that she isn’t, it makes me wonder if they took y/n away from my mother. It’s the only explanation on why she ended up here. I glanced to my side where Daniel was torturing himself with class work, trying to learn the alphabet. I caught his attention with a, “psst.” He looked up at me with relief that I would distract him from the torture. “What do you think about Lord Felix?” I whispered softly to him to not cause attention. “Hm, well he’s very handsome. And tall. And he’s nice to me… why do you wanna know?” He raised an eyebrow playfully and smirked, which caused me to smile. “Are you thinking of marrying him?”
“Maybe, but that’s up to me to decide.” I lifted the paper up higher, trying to shoo his eagerness away. But he wouldn’t relent and kept bugging me to chat with him. “Okay, I have a gift for you. But you will only get it if you get back to work.” He understood and nodded his head. I reach into my pocket and pull out the drawing of the servant from the tree. He opened the paper up and laughed concealed into his hand. He stifled his laugh as he scribbled on his paper. God, I just love having a little brother.
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We have never mentioned the official meeting point of where to switch places or even conceal each other when we want private time. But we always meet up back in y/n’s room. She’d be waiting for me eager to tell me news. And I’d tell her about my day. This continued on for weeks, but one night she decided to do her duties for a day. I think she just misses spending the day with Daniel. I was organizing some clothing for y/n, picking out which best suits her shape and what color she would look good in. Because after all, I would most likely wear them too.
I hadn’t realized he snuck into the room, until I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist. “What is my beautiful princess up to?” I froze, we haven’t encountered each other like this before and I had no idea what to do. I cleared my throat, “just organizing.” He turned me around softly, giving me a clear up close look upon his face. He was beautiful. His smile lit up the world, his eyes bright as his soul. His freckles were so delicately placed along his face, like stars in the night sky. And the way he looked at me, with pure love, it was mesmerizing. Oh, how lucky y/n is. She has the life I’ve always wanted.
He cupped my cheek, and leaned in to kiss me. But it felt wrong, he wasn’t mine even though he thought I was his. I turned away scared. He backed away and made no reaction to it, respecting my wishes. He smiled at me, “did I ever tell you about when I first saw you perform?” He walked to the side of me and peered at the clothing. Staring at the ceremonial dress I wore to dance that day. I shook my head and murmured, “no.” He laughed softly, “I had recognized you immediately. I used to dream of a woman, the dream was always the same. I was laying on my back, and she appeared above me. Her hands were warm and her voice was one of angels. She was heavenly. But I could never see her face, it haunted me.”
He bit his bottom lip softly, “I would always dream of it every single night, but it never felt like a dream.” His gaze turned to me and it made me realize. I’m the woman from his dream. “But I know now that it wasn’t, it was a memory. I promised that if she lived in my world. I would search to the end to find her. To make her mine. And I did, I found you. The day I met you in that tree, I knew it was you.” My heart grew, I can’t help but fall for him. It’s impossible not to. He remembers, he remembers me. The man I searched for, the man who understood me for who I was. And he was looking for me too… But he thinks it’s y/n. It’s shattering my heart to not be able to tell him it was me. But I won’t break the cover, never.
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The day is here, y/n’s wedding day. I couldn’t be more proud of her. She stood before me in her dress, gazing into the mirror. “I’m so proud of you, y/n.” She looked back at me with such love in her eyes, no one understands her like I do. “Would you like to try it on?” I shook my head, “I couldn’t possibly, it’s your dress.” She turned to me and smiled, “it would make me happy if you did.” I caved. She undressed herself and I put on her outfit. I truly do look like her. Although I definitely think she’s more beautiful. She looked proudly at me. “I have a surprise for you, yuna. But I need to go into town, so I was hoping you could pretend to be me? Just for an hour I swear.” It was risky, but it’s what she wanted and I couldn’t decline. And she left me in her dress.
Maids had come in to set finishing pieces on her gown as I admired it in the mirror. Once they finished, I ordered them to leave. I can't believe this. Finally, the day has come, y/n finally becomes a bride.I hear footsteps approaching from behind you and you assume it's Daniel coming to call me. I turn to see a man in all black. A mask covers his face completely. "Felix?" The man charges at me and next thing I know. A blade is struck into my stomach. I tumble backwards into the table. Causing glass to fall down and shatter. The assassin leaves through the balcony and my body falls to the ground. I scream for help. All I can think of is y/n. She’s out there and once she’s back, I’ll be dead. It shattered me. My brother comes running into the room with multiple servants.
They call out for help and for a doctor. My whole family runs into the room. Then I see him, Felix. He runs to me, dressed in his groom attire. Oh god. I try to smile at him as a tear falls down my cheek, he hugs me close to his body. "This is all my fault," his voice breaks as tears appear in his eyes. I stroke his cheek, smearing my blood onto him. "It's not your fault." I say weakly, blood begins to fill my mouth. It seeps down from my lips. "Live for me. Live for the both of us," he begs, tears fall down uncontrollably. "I need you here. Please don't leave me!" My lip quivers as I hear his pleas. "You have to let me go." He sobs so loud now, "I don't want to let you go!" My hands reach up to his lips, forcing his lips into a smile. "Don't be sad." My eyes feel heavy. My next request sounds unbearable, but he believes it’s his future bride, y/n. I must play the role to the end. "Kiss me, one more time." He grants my wish as he places a kiss onto mine. Blood now stains his lips. "I love you, Felix."
I’ll take this secret to my grave. My eyes close, the memory of Felix staying. My life flashes. All the memories flood all at once. The most memorable were the ones with y/n. I feel myself smile and let go. Goodbye, y/n. We were truly destined to be apart. Goodbye, Daniel. Goodbye, Felix. Maybe in another life, we would get the chance to be together, my love.
