Just a person who likes to write! most of my writings are based on full episodes or things that happened in the show but if the reader was there. I love requests and iâm open to everything. Other than smut. I donât do that.
Hello everyone! I am a new writer here! I am 18 but I do not write smut. I hope to bring everyone good fanfictions and feel free to leave me any suggestions for any fandom down below. I especially love doing family fics like xsister! xdaughter! and so on. Here are a few fandoms I am in!
JUJUTSU KAISEN
SUPERNATURAL
CRIMINAL MINDS
ARCANE
BRIDGERTON
WALKING DEAD
INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE
MARVEL
DC
XMEN
GAME OF THRONES
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON
TWILIGHT
JOHN WICK
THE PITT
WEAK HERO CLASS
HARRY POTTER (MY FAV)
LORD OF THE RINGS & HOBBIT
MANDALORIAN
DUNE
AND MANNNNYY KPOP GROUPS
I hope to make good fics and keep writing as a hobby and even make some for people. I will update the masterlist as I go!
[This fic is LONG!! it contains loads of build up though so i salute to you if you can read this through]
Before everything started to fall apart, Harry had been the kind of boyfriend who held your hand like it grounded him. Like maybe if he let go, heâd float away. He wasnât always good with words - often fumbling or red-faced when trying to say how he felt, but he didnât have to say much.
his actions spoke.
Heâd sit beside you in the common room with his thigh pressed lightly against yours, fingers brushing, eyes flicking over occasionally like he couldnât quite believe you were real. Heâd shower you in gifts and often you would come back to your dorm with him casually sitting on your bed with fresh picked flowers. The flowers he knew you loved.
He laughed more, back then. Not often - not loud, but just enough to make your heart melt. Youâd catch it moments like a wizard chess game against Ron going hilariously wrong or a whispered joke behind Snapeâs back, and your personal favorite- when you stole his jumpers and would simply claim it as your own.
Overall, he loved quietly.
He didnât shout it from the rooftops or have over the top gestures - there was no need to.
You saw it in the way he showed up to your special events, the way he actually listened to you instead of it going in one ear and out the other - which goes with how he remembers every little detail of you down to the bone.
He remembers your favorite books to read in the library in your free time, exactly how you took your tea, even how your eyebrows always furrow and you twiddled your quill on your test lightly when McGonagall gave lectures in words only Hermione could comprehend.
Heâd wait for you outside of class even when he pretended he âjust happened to be passing by.â His hand would find yours in the corridors, unsure at first, but firmer over time, like he was getting used to the idea of someone choosing to stand beside him.
When you were alone, he was different.
He wasnât âThe Chosen One,â not the Boy Who Lived, Just Harry. Funny, dry, a little awkward sometimes.
Just Harry.
YOUR Harry.
The Harry who would hold you as you both steal kisses under bedsheets and whisper sweet nothings. The Harry who was vulnerable with you, telling you about his dreams to live with Sirius or how his childhood was. Even his fears for the future. He told you things he hadnât even truly mentioned to Hermione or Ron.
He wasnât perfect. He could be stubborn and reckless. But with you, he tried. He tried to be better, to be present. And even if he didnât always have the words, his actions told you everything-
You were safe.
You were Loved.
You truly had a purpose and could be loved.
But that was before.
Before Voldemortâs presence crept under his skin and far deeper in his head - not just in dreams anymore, but in his emotions. The anger wasnât his, but it settled itself deep into his chest like thatâs exactly where it was born and raised. He grew colder without meaning to.
He was always distant. Distracted. Like there was more than just a war going on inside his mind.
The worst part about it?
He stopped trying to protect what he had with you. Because deep down, he didnât think he could keep it.
It didnât fall apart all at once.
It unraveled in quiet, small moments where something felt off, but you convinced yourself it was nothing.
The first time he snapped was on a normal Tuesday afternoon in the common room. Hermione was out with Ron at Hogsmeade while you stayed with Harry. You had both arranged to meet there just to enjoy one anotherâs presence, hoping to find a moment of normalcy. Something where you both can share a smile again.
As soon as you arrived, you noticed him on one of the sofas. His figure slumped over and his eyes focused on the fire burning infront of him. You could feel a knot form in your stomach and a slight ping at your heart from the sight.
âHey,â you said gently, sliding into the seat beside him.
Harry glanced up, his brows furrowed slightly. âOh, hey.â
You offered a small smile. âI thought we could study together while we have some time alone to.â
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âYeah, I guess. Sorry, Iâve just got a lot on my mind.â
You nodded as you placed your charm books on the table in front of you two gently, trying to ease the tension. âWant to talk about it?â
For a long moment, he just stared at the table, lost in thought. Then finally muttered, âItâs⊠nothing. Just tired.â
you frowned to yourself. You knew bloody well that wasnât the case at all, but he was already on edge. You reached your hand out to his, but he snatched it away. Your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth opened slightly as your eyes make their way to his face - confused.
âIâm sorry,â he said suddenly, voice low. âI didnât mean to snap at you.â
You blinked. âSnap? What do you mean?â
He looked at you, running a hand through his hair. âI guess⊠Iâve just been on edge. I donât want to drag you into it.â
You squeezed his hand. âYouâre not dragging me anywhere. Iâm here.â
He gave you a small, almost sad smile. Not the smile you were hoping would come out of this. âI know. And Iâm sorry. Itâs just⊠sometimes it feels like Voldemortâs closer than ever, and I donât know how to fight it without breaking everything around me.â
You intertwined your fingers with his and placed a kiss to the top of his head. His eyes met yours and you gave him a smile. you didnât have to say what words were behind them - he knew.
âim here. you wont break me. iâll always be hereâ
It didnât last though.
The little things began to fall apart.
He stopped waiting for you after class. He didnât meet your eyes as much when you spoke. When you laughed, he barely reacted â like he hadnât even heard you. And when he did speak, there was something sharper under his words. Not always. Just enough to make you second-guess yourself.
One morning, you reached for his hand in the corridor between lessons. He let you, but his fingers stayed limp in yours. His grip used to be so sure â like he needed the contact. Now, it felt like he barely noticed. Like you were just there. Like you werenât holding him steady.
You found him later that night pacing in the common room, eyes bloodshot, fists clenched. He didnât even notice you at first. And when he did, all he said was, âDonât start.â
You didnât even say a word.
It stung the way his guard shot up like a wall between you. And even though he apologized again and again, always just enough to make you stay, something inside you started to ache in a deeper way.
He was slipping away farther and farther and neither you or both of you two closest friends could either.
Its been days, maybe even weeks since then and everything has gone down hill since. Umbridge remained nothing but trouble with her torment towards the students - even staff. You often found dinner to be just Hermione, Ron and you.
You missed Harry. Your Harry. The Harry that would hold you and refuse to let you go. The Harry who would stay up all night if he could just to hear your voice. Now it was like he was invisible.
âI canât do this anymore. Iâm gonna go talk to himâ You told Hermione and Ron as you stood up from where you sat.
âDonât be to pushy - he shouted at me earlier im sure Godric Gryffindor could hearâ Ron muttered, going right back into his food.
Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron and spun around to give you a friendly smile.
âI hope it goes well. Iâll be in the common room if you need to talk afterâ
You gave her a smile and nod as you made your way out the great hall walking your way to the Gryffindor common room.
You looked around for any signs of Harry, nothing.
You sighed and made your way up to the boys dormitory finding Harry and Ronâs shared room.ïżŒ
You raised your fist up to knock, breath shaky as your arm froze. You let out another sigh and knocked on the door. Two knocks.
âNot in the mood for company.â
âHarry, please - Its me.â
Silence.
After what felt like ages, you had enough. You opened his door and watched him as he sat on his bed in his signature blue shirt and some jeans your sure heâs been wearing almost all week.
You stood a few feet away, keeping space.
He didnât even look at you when you walked in.
âYouâve barely looked at me all week. Let alone speak to me.â You started off slow, your eyes glued to his figure.
âMaybe I didnât have anything worth saying.â
ouch.
Your face scrunched up in disbelief as you watched him. Cold and lifeless. Eyes glued to his feet as he twiddled them on the floor.
âHarry, something is wrong. And not just Umbridge, or the Ministry, or â or everything. Youâre different. Youâre not the Harry I know.â
Harry turned to you finally. You were met with eyes that you were sure didnât belong to him.
cold. lifeless. dark.
âMaybe Iâve changedâ
âI didnât say that was a bad thing. I said somethingâs wrong.â
âWell, sorry if Iâm not chipper enough for you lately.â
Your breath hitched. You were starting to get pissed off and your voice raised slightly higher than it was earlier.
âThatâs not fair. Iâve been patient. Iâve been here. Hell - Hermione and Ron donât even know what to say to you anymore, especially after you lost your mind on Ron. You keep shutting not only me out but our friends from first year and pretending like you donât care, like nothing matters.â
Harry gave you a look. a dirty one. One that said so many things you couldnât even explain.
âMaybe nothing does matterâ
You felt like you just got a slap to the face. Your fist balled up in anger and pain as you made your way even closer to him, which he returns with a scoff.
âDo you even hear yourself? You sound likeâlike someone I donât even recognize.â
He stood up. voice low and cold as he stared at you. An angry expression all over his face. Your heart broke as you looked at him. This was not the Harry you know and love.
âGood. Maybe if you donât recognize me, youâll finally stop pretending Iâm someone worth fixing.â
You pushed a finger on his chest and gave him a stern look.
âI wasnât trying to fix you. I just wanted to be here for you. But you keep pushing me away like Iâm the enemy.â
Harry grabbed your wrist and shot you a look. You hissed and looked into a pair of unrecognizable eyes.
âBecause maybe I donât want anyone near me! Maybe itâs easier that way! Iâve got enough people to lose without adding you to the list!
His fists clenched around your arm, words sharp and bitter.
âVoldemortâs out there, and heâs looking for me â always. Every time I close my eyes, it feels like heâs closer, like heâs in my blood, and I wake up furious, like his anger is mine. So forgive me if Iâm not in the mood to hold your hand and cry about it like some sad little love story.â
Your eyes narrowed as tears threaten to pour out. You yank your wrist away from his grip and shoot him a deadly grin in return.
âYou think thatâs what this is about? A sad little love story? Iâve been standing here, trying to fight for you, and youâre acting like Iâm just some needy extra in the tragedy of your life!â
âYou are if you wont stop always getting in my fucking way! Yâ know what? Iâm done. This is over. I donât need to carry you around when you canât even function properly without me holding your hand. I donât need this - I donât need you.â
Harry practically yelled right in your face with his last sentence. The tears no longer threatened to pour, they simply did. You stopped breathing - only for a moment. You searched in his eyes for something - something to let you know he didnât mean it. He would apologize. Something that screamed âIâm still your Harry!â
You didnât find it.
âIs that really what you think of me?â your voice shook as you spoke.
Harry remained silent, the stern look on his face not washing away.
Was he serious? This was how things ended? The boy youâve loved since your second year, the boy who held you like someone would pry you away, the boy who made you truly believe love was made for you and him, had just ending things like that?
âright. got it.â you muttered as you head straight for the door. As soon as it was swung open, you were gone. You ran down the stairs with tears falling down with what it seems like every step you took. As you ran, you barley even noticed how you completely ran past Ronald.
He didnât even have to ask what happened to know. He felt bloody bad for you - You were both his mates. While Harry was obviously his best, he really felt horrible for you.
When Ron made his way up to his shared dorm, he was met with harry shaking, jaw clenched as he tossed his robes into his trunk. not even bothering to fold them.
Ron walked to his side, sitting on his bed as he just watched Harry for a moment.
Ron took a breath before he spoke..
âThat bad?â
Harry paused for a moment, glared at Ron, then went back to tossing things in his suitcase before he spoke.
âItâs fine. We broke upâ
âyeah.. assumed that..â Ron coughed, awkward as always.
He didnât know what to say. He liked Y/N â really liked them. Not just because they made Harry happier, which they did, but because they were one of the few people who treated Ron like Ron, not just âHarryâs mate.â They laughed at his jokes, teamed up with him to roast Malfoy, helped him with homework when he pretended not to care. Heâd gotten used to them being around.
And now it felt wrong not to say anything. But it also felt wrong to say anything.
âShe really cared about you, mate.â
âYeah, well. Doesnât matter now.â
Ron was baffled at Harryâs response. He knew Harry didnât actually think it didnât matter. He saw the two of you everyday and was well aware of how much Harry adored you.
âYou donât actually believe that. Youâre just mad. At everything.â
Harry spun around, shooting daggers at Ron.
âYou donât know what itâs like, Ron. You donât know what it feels like to have him in your head. To feel like youâre turning into something dangerous.â
âYour right, I donât. What I do know is exactly how it looks when someoneâs hurting and pushing every one they care about because theyâre scared. I donât care about how you snapped at me earlier and yelled like bloody murder. But the light of your life is crying her eyes out because of you. I care about that. Pushing not only me and Hermione away, but the girl you would talk about a future with to me wonât solve anything with Voldemort. Itâs only hurting you worse.â
Harryâs gaze on Ron softened. His shoulders were now more tense.
âThe light of your life is crying her eyes out because of you.â
The words hit like a punch to the chest â not because they werenât true, but because they were. Harry sank down on the edge of his bed, his fists clenched in the blanket, jaw tight. He could feel it â the rage crawling just beneath his skin, the familiar cold weight that came with it. Voldemortâs presence, faint but constant, like a shadow just out of sight.
But that wasnât the part that shook him the most.
It was you.
Crying.
Because of him.
He pictured your face â the way you smiled when he made stupid jokes, the way your fingers found his under the table without thinking. How your voice softened when you said his name like it meant something sacred. How you looked the last time you spoke â blinking fast, voice cracking, like you were trying not to fall apart right in front of him.
Heâd done that.
Heâd let himself become something that hurt you.
And Ron was right â heâd pushed you away because he was scared. Terrified. Voldemort was always out there, always watching, always closer. And Harry kept thinking that if he distanced himself from everyone he loved, Voldemort wouldnât have anything to take.
But he never stopped to think about what he was losing in the process.
He thought of what Ron said again:
âThe girl you would talk about a future with.â
He had. On quiet nights. On walks back from Hogsmeade. In the gaps between danger and duty, you were always the person he imagined beside him when the war ended. A future with peace. A future with you.
Heâd torn it apart with sharp words and silence and the twisted belief that pushing you away was the same as protecting you.
But it wasnât.
It was cowardice wrapped in good intentions.
Hermione found you sitting on the floor between your bed and the wall, knees tucked to your chest, face buried in your arms. She didnât say anything at first. She sat at your side, cross-legged, her hand resting lightly over yours. She hadnât left since you came back upstairs. She didnât ask questions at first. She just stayed â offering tissues, brushing hair from your face, letting you breathe.
You didnât try to speak - you simply just sobbed, the kind of quiet sobs that came from too much held in for too long.
âIm so sorryâ Hermione whispered as she rubbed your back trying to sooth you. âNobody has the right to say things like that no matter whats going on in their lives. None of this is your faultâ
Your breath hitched as you tried to somewhat collect yourself so you donât throw up from all the tears youâve shed.
âHeâs not⊠Heâs not the same. And I donât know if heâs coming back. I know its not my fault, but I feel like maybe if Iâd have done something differently or- or maybe if i hadnât just said anything at all.. maybe-â
Hermione cut you off with her own sentence.
âIf you said nothing, youâd still be crying over this. You did exactly what you shouldâve and Iâm so glad you did what was right. With Harry..â Hermioneâs voice cut off as she collected herself some as well trying to stand strong in this situation. You two were her closest friends and to her, seeing this go down was worse than what Voldemort couldâve done.
âI think heâs scared. Of what heâs feeling. Of what he could become. But that doesnât mean itâs your job to carry that weight.â
You leaned into her with a shaky breath as you wiped more tears that fell. You wanted to stop them from pouring but you couldnât control it.
âI just didnât want him to feel alone.â you whispered out, voice fading in and out from your earlier cries.
Hermione leaned back into you and spoke up again.
âHe knows. Even if heâs too angry to show it right now. He knows.â
You were truthfully so blessed for Hermione. As she brushed the hair from your face and spoke with that quiet, unwavering certainty only she seemed to have, something inside you settled, just a little. The ache didnât vanish, but it no longer felt like you were drowning alone in it.
They sat there for a long time â no more words, just shared silence. Shared heartbreak.
Itâs been weeks since everything with Harry and you went down.
Harry was asleep, but it didnât feel like it.
He was awake - painfully. His body remained stiff beneath his blankets in the boysâ dormitory. What pulled him under this time wasnât rest.
It was rage. Hunger.
He could feel the stone floor beneath his coils. He could see through slitted, reptilian eyes. He was gliding through the corridors of the Ministry, low to the ground, every movement silent and precise. He could feel the pounding of a heart, but not his own.
There it was: a man with thinning red hair, dozing in a chair beneath the soft golden glow of a flickering light. Arthur Weasley. Alone. Vulnerable.
âStrike now.â
Without hesitation, he lunged.
Harry felt the impact. Felt the fangs tear through flesh and muscle, tasted blood. There was a weak cry - and Arthur fell sideways, clutching his ribs, blood already spilling across the polished floor. Again, he struck. Again.
And thenâ
âNO!â
Harry shot up in bed, gasping for air, drenched in sweat. His scream had ripped through the dormitory, waking Ron instantly. The curtains around his bed were yanked open. Ronâs voice was frantic.
Harry - what? What is it?â
Harry was trembling, clutching the sheets. âArthur⊠your dad. Heâs been attacked.â
âWhat?!â
âI saw it. I was the snake⊠I was inside it. I bit him - heâs in the Department of Mysteries. Heâs bleeding, heâs dying - Ron, we have to tell someone! Now!â
The guilt didnât settle. It grew. Even after Dumbledore confirmed that Arthur had been found alive, but just barley - Harry couldnât shake the feeling crawling under his skin.
He wasnât just seeing Voldemort anymore. He was connected to him. He had been the thing that tried to kill someone he loved.
The worst part? he enjoyed it.
He kept his distance even more after that.
From Ron. From Hermione.
Especially from you.
Because if Voldemort could use him to hurt Mr. Weasley⊠what would stop him from using Harry to hurt you? It was no longer a fear. It was a possibility.He told himself that he was right all along, and that he did the right thing by pushing you away from him.
But then he remembered the way you looked at him in the firelight. The way you cried the night he let go. The way Hermione said you werenât just hurting â you were breaking.
And Harry knew then that Voldemort wasnât the only one doing damage.
He was too.
Grimmauld place was colder than usual, even with the fire lit crackling infront of Harry. Heâd been sitting with the weight of it all â the vision, the blood, the connection. The echo of Arthur Weasleyâs cries still rang in his ears.
âyour thinking to loud againâ
Harry startled slightly. He looked up. Sirius stood in the doorway, his coat draped over one arm, looking every bit the shadowed version of the man he used to be â but there was warmth in his eyes. Concern. Familiarity.
âSirius..â Harry muttered, âI didnât hear you come inâ
Didnât need to,â Sirius said, stepping in and sinking into the armchair across from him. âYouâve been looking like that for hours.â
âLike what?â
âLike youâre blaming yourself for Arthur being attacked. âI know that look. I wore it for years after Azkaban. And my father, well- heâd have worn it his whole life, if heâd had a heart to break.â
Harry didnât say a word, just looked at Sirius while he spoke.
âI felt it, What he left in me,â Harry finally whispered. âThrough the snake. I saw it happen, Sirius, I was it. And it⊠it didnât even feel wrong at first. I felt powerful. I felt⊠hungry. What if thereâs something in me? What if Iâm like him?â
Sirius was quiet for a moment. Then, firmly..
âYouâre not a bad person, Harry. Youâre a very good person who bad things have happened to.â
âWeâve all got both light and dark inside us,â Sirius continued. âWhat matters is the part we choose to act on. Thatâs who we really are.â
Harryâs face softened completely before he spoke again, âWhat if he takes over again and I donât know it? What if the next time itâs Ron, or Hermione, orâŠâ He couldnât say your name.
Siriusâs voice softened, but it didnât waver. âThen you fight harder. And you trust the people who love you to help pull you back.â
He gave Harry a long, meaningful look.
âIncluding her.â
Harry looked up at Sirius, his eyes glistening with regret.
âI broke her Sirius. She was trying so hard to reach me.. to help me. I pushed her away and treated her like she wasnât anything to me. But she means so much to me.â
âThen tell her before its far too late.â Sirius stood up and placed a hand on Harryâs shoulder, giving it a pat before he walked away.
You heard it all
You didnât mean to stop outside the door to be fair.
You were just coming downstairs for tea. A simple excuse to escape the suffocating quiet of the girlsâ room, where your thoughts kept swallowing you whole.
then you heard his voice.
Harry, the harry who once was yours.
His voice was muffled , low. Fragile in a way you hadnât heard it in weeks.
Your hand gripped the banister. The flickering light from the hallway sconce spilled just enough through the cracked door that you could make out Harryâs silhouette inside â curled in a chair across from Sirius.
âWhat if he takes over again and I donât know it? What if the next time itâs Ron, or Hermione, orâŠâ
or who? you? your breath hitched with the sudden cutoff. You wanted to pry your hands away and go back to your room, you wanted to ignore it and act like Harry still wasnât your everything while you felt sure you meant nothing anymore. but your body wouldnât let you. Your hands remained glued to the banister as you continued to listen.
âThen you fight harder,â Sirius said gently. âAnd you trust the people who love you to help pull you back. Including her.â
You froze.
Her.
Your heart pounded in your chest, pressing up into your throat.
âI broke her,â Harry murmured. âShe was trying so hard to reach me. And I shoved her away like she didnât mean a thing. But she did. She does.â
You blinked hard. Your throat ached.
There it was. The thing you had begged to hear the night he shut down. When his eyes went cold and his words came out cruel, and you left because it hurt more to stay.
But now â alone in that room with Sirius, Harry was saying it aloud.
He still loved you.
He never stopped.
But your knew deep down it wouldnât be that simple to let him back in. No matter how many times you believed you would let him walk straight back in. His words still stung. Maybe he was still in there â the boy who used to wait for you outside class, tuck letters in your books, kiss you like he thought you hung the moon.
And maybe heâd have a damn good enough apology.
You made your way back upstairs and closed the door softly behind you, leaning against it like it was the only thing holding you upright. The air in the room felt heavier than before, but in a different way. Not suffocating. Just⊠full.
Hermione looked up from the edge of her bed, where sheâd been reading in the golden glow of a low-burning lamp. She sat up straighter the moment she saw your face.
âAre you okay?â she asked gently, putting her book aside.
You nodded too quickly. Then shook your head.
Hermione was up in an instant, crossing the room to you. âWhat happened?â
âI⊠I heard him,â you said, voice barely above a whisper. âDownstairs. With Sirius.â
Hermioneâs expression softened. âHarry?â
You nodded again, arms crossing tightly over your chest. âHe was talking about the attack. About the way Voldemort⊠felt through him. He was scared. So scared.â
you and Hermione shared a sympathetic look.
âAnd he mentioned me,â you added quietly, staring at the floor. âHe said he broke me. That I tried to reach him and he shoved me away. But that I mattered. That I still matter.â
The words cracked in your throat while it felt like the words hit you even harder this time. Your breath was short and you were sure you were on the verge of tears.
Hermione ran to you and embraced you in her arms. You wrapped yours around her as your breath became slightly unsteady as a single tear fell.
âI never stopped hoping heâd come back,â you whispered. âEven when I hated him for hurting me. I still⊠I still loved him.â
Hermione pulled back just enough to look you in the eye. âHeâs coming back now. Piece by piece. And heâs going to need you â not because heâs broken, but because youâre the one who reminds him who he really is.â
you both pulled away and shared a smile. Though yours faded once again.
âI donât even know what to say to him when i see him..â you groaned as you smacked your head into your hands.
Hermione let out a little giggle at your actions, pulling your hands away from your face so she can look at you.
âYou donât have to know,â Hermione said. âJust listen to your heart. Itâs always known him better than anyone.â
The next morning, sunlight streamed faintly through the tall, dusty windows of the corridor, casting a soft golden glow over the creaky wooden floor. The quiet of early morning held the house in a kind of hush, the kind that settles right before something important.
Harry stood outside your door.
Heâd barely slept. After Siriusâs words and Ronâs pointed honesty, after Hermioneâs quiet look when she passed him late in the hallway - heâd stayed up, thinking. Feeling. Regretting.
really regretting.
Harry knocked on your door. Two knocks.
He heard a quiet shuffle inside. Then the door cracked open, and there you were, hair a little messy from sleep, jumper slipping off one should.
his jumper.
Your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met harryâs. His hair was messier than usual. His eyes were tired - not just from lack of sleep, but from the weight heâd been carrying. Still, when he looked at you, something in his expression shifted. Lighter. Softer. Like seeing you was the first deep breath heâd taken in days.
âI was hoping youâd be up,â he said quietly.
You held the door, unsure whether to lean into it or close it again. âI figured youâd come.â
You didnât mean it to sound bitter â it didnât, really. Just honest.
âCan we talk? Somewhere quiet?â
You stared at him for a moment. Part of you wanted to close the door and guard whatever was left of your heart. But the rest of you, the bigger part - remembered the sound of his voice the night before, cracked and vulnerable through the door. Remembered Hermioneâs words. Remembered love.
âThe kitchenâs probably empty,â you murmured.
He didnât move immediately. Just looked at you like he was surprised you still had space in your heart for him.
Then he followed behind you.
It wasnât forgiveness. not yet.
The kitchen was quiet when you entered â dimly lit by the weak morning sun peeking through the grimy windows, and empty.
You sat across from Harry at the long table. The space between you wasnât far, but it felt like it carried weeksâ worth of words left unsaid.
He didnât speak at first.
Just looked down at his hands. Twisted his fingers together. You noticed the faint tremble in them.
âI, umâŠâ His voice cracked a little, and he cleared his throat. âI donât really know where to start.â
You waited.
âIâve been a right mess,â he said finally. âI was angry. At everything. At Voldemort. At Dumbledore. At the prophecy. At myself.â
You looked at him, and for the first time in a long while, he met your gaze.
âAnd instead of dealing with it, I took it out on the one person I trusted not to leave.â
Your heart twisted.
âI pushed you because I was scared,â he continued.
âBecause Voldemort is looking for me. Because I feel him inside my head some days and it makes me question who I even am. And I thought⊠if I kept everyone at armâs length, I couldnât lose them.â
âBut I lost you anyway,â
âI didnât mean a single bit of the things I said,â he went on. âI only said it all to make you leave. To hurt you before I could hurt you worse. So maybe, you would realize how I donât want to wake up one morning to you dead because of me. Because of him. What he left in me, i took out on you.â
âI know sorry doesnât fix everything. But I am sorry. For all of it.â
You sat still, breathing through the knot in your chest.
âYou donât have to forgive me,â Harry said, quieter now. âBut I need you to know you never stopped mattering to me. You still do.â
You took a fair look at him, you saw the pain in his eyes and how his soul had seemed to be almost entirely sucked out. But beneath it all, you saw him.
Your harry.
The boy who once waited for you outside Potions. The one who snuck you Honeydukes sweets when he knew you were upset. The one who held your hand under the table during DA meetings, because your nerves were louder than your wand.
he was still there. Barely, just barely.. but you saw your boy.
And for the first time in weeks, you let yourself speak without a wall between you.
âI missed you,â you said softly. âEven when I hated you.â
Harryâs breath caught.
âI hated how much I still loved you.â
He blinked hard, and you saw his shoulders shake just slightly as he nodded. âMe tooâ
You watched him. Not the Boy Who Lived. Not the weapon Dumbledore needed. Just him.
And still, part of you wanted to reach out.
But part of you didnât trust your own hands yet. So you stayed still. Let the quiet speak for you. Let him see how much it had cost to be hurt by someone you trusted with everything.
âI know I donât get to ask this,â he said eventually, âbut⊠do you think youâll ever be able to look at me the same way again?â
you didnât answer immediately. You took a deep breath before you answered his question.
âI donât know,â You answered truthfully. âI want to. Its like a part of me does and always will, but you hurt me in ways iâve never been hurt. And that takes time.â
Harry nodded. He was looking at you. Really looking at you. Like he used to. his face spread with guilt and shame.
âthats fairâ
âIâm not asking you to forget it,â he added, voice a little hoarse. âJust⊠let me earn your trust again. However long that takes.â
The words sat with you. You didnât move closer to reach for his hand. You didnât pull back either. That was enough for you.
The library was tucked away behind thick, creaky doors, the kind that groaned every time someone opened them. so naturally, you chose it.
You werenât sure if you came to find them or just stumbled in out of instinct, but there they were: Ron slouched sideways in an armchair by the fireplace, chewing on the end of a Sugar Quill, and Hermione curled up with her knees to her chest, a book resting forgotten in her lap.
They both looked up the second you stepped in.
âYou talked to him,â Hermione said softly.
It wasnât a question.
You sank down into the space between their chairs, curling your arms around your knees.
âI did.â
Ron sat forward slightly, watching you with careful eyes. âHowâd it go?â
You breathed out a shaky little laugh. âIt was⊠hard. He apologized. Really apologized. But it doesnât fix everything.â
âNo,â Hermione murmured. âIt wouldnât.â
âBut I didnât shut the door on him,â you added. âAnd I wanted to. But i looked at him - really looked at him. Heâs still Harry.â
Ron scratched the back of his neck. âHeâs been different these past few weeks. All that anger. Itâs not him, not really. But when he talked about you⊠it was like that part of him came back.â
Hermione leaned over and took your hand gently in hers.
âYou donât owe him instant forgiveness,â she said, her voice strong but kind. âBut you also donât have to keep punishing yourself by pretending you donât care.â
Ron gave a half-smile. âFor what itâs worth⊠I think heâs finally learning not to run. Thatâs got to count for something.â
You nodded slowly ans gave them both a smile, leaning your head against Hermioneâs shoulder.
The train ride back had been quieter than usual. No sweets from the trolley. No laughter from younger years. Just the four of you â you, Harry, Ron, and Hermione â pressed into one compartment, bundled in scarves and unsaid things.
It wasnât the same as it used to be. But that didnât mean it was broken.
Something between the four of you had shifted â tightened, maybe. Like surviving the weight of December had quietly stitched your threads back together. There were fewer outbursts now. More shared glances, longer silences that didnât feel uncomfortable, and the occasional smile that felt like a promise that things might be okay again someday.
You and Harry didnât sit as close as you used to. But you talked. You shared smiles here and there. Things started suddenly looking up.
Strangely enough, there was something comforting about the DA meetings.
Despite everything - the tension in the halls, the fear in the headlines, the ache that still settled in your chest when you looked at Harry too long, even Umbridge.. the evenings in the Room of Requirements brought back hope. Like you had some stability.
And Harry was still a fantastic teacher.
Tonightâs meeting had gone exceptionally well - spells flying, laughter bubbling as Neville accidentally disarmed himself, a round of light applause when Ginny nailed a perfect Reducto. It felt normal. Just for a little while. Like everything you yearned for was finally back.
But when everyone started to pack up, laughing and shaking out their arms, you hesitated. You told yourself you were just reorganizing the spellbooks. But your hands werenât really moving.
And when you looked up â he was still there.
Harry stood near the back wall, wand loosely in hand, watching the last of the group file out. You told yourself you should just leave and tell him goodnight, but you stayed.
He didnât say anything right away. He locked eyes with you and just took a slow step closer, the distance between you still careful. Still heavy.
âYouâre getting good with Expelliarmus,â he said quietly.
You gave a faint smile, not looking at him. âWell, Iâve had a pretty consistent example.â
He huffed a small laugh through his nose. âYeah, itâs kind of my thing.â
When you finally turned to face him fully, you saw it â that flicker in his eyes. Longing. Regret. All the things he hadnât been able to say when the world was falling apart and he was pushing you away with it.
âYouâve been doing better,â you said. âIn here, I mean.â
His jaw shifted slightly. âThis roomâs the only place I feel like I still know who I am.â
You nodded once. âThat makes two of us.â
Harry looked at you and smiled. âyouâve always been really talented with spells, you still areâ
You arched an eyebrow. âAre you complimenting me, Potter?â
âmaybe im finally starting to remember how.â
You smirked. âYou know, I still remember the first time you tried to teach me Expelliarmus. You were so serious like you were prepping for a NEWT exam and not just trying to show off.â
Harry let out a laugh - a genuine laugh. The laugh that makes your stomach turn in so many ways. The laugh youâd yearned for and missed more than anything.
The laughter faded into quiet smiles, but neither of you looked away. And in that pause, something else started to fill the room, a kind of warmth that had been missing for far too long. The kind that lived in old memories and late-night talks and the way your eyes lingered on each other now, just a second too long.
âYou remember that night after the Yule Ball?â Harry asked suddenly, voice lower.
You tilted your head, curious. âWhen we snuck up to the Astronomy Tower and you nearly got us caught?â
He laughed again.
âYeah. That one. You told me youâd hex me right after.ââ
âright before you kissed me to shut me upâ
âexactly.â
Your heart skipped a beat and your sure his did as well. You both help eye contact, shit. It was just like how it used to be. Harry was never angry anymore. He obviously had his moments, but he hadnât lashed out. never on you. never came close.ïżŒ
âI didnât know what I was doing back then,â he admitted, stepping a little closer.
âI donât think either of us did,â you said, voice softening. âBut it still felt easy⊠back then. With you.â
Harryâs eyes locked with yours. âIt could be again. I want it to be.â
You didnât move. You didnât breathe. You werenât ready to trust that so easily â but gods, you wanted to. The space between you had vanished without either of you realizing. His hand brushed against yours, tentative, like testing the weight of the moment.
And you didnât pull away.
âIâm still mad at you,â you murmured.
âI know.â
âAnd I still donât forgive everything.â
âI donât expect you to.â
âButâŠâ you stepped closer, your voice barely audible, âI still love you, Harry.â
His breath caught, and the look in his eyes nearly undid you.
âI never stopped,â he said.
Then â slowly, carefully â his hand came up to cup your cheek. You leaned into it before you could think twice.
And when he kissed you, it wasnât rushed. It wasnât perfect. It was trembling and quiet and real. All the broken pieces trying to fit back together, not because they were forced â but because they wanted to.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, smiling like fools.
You leaned your forehead against his. âStill an idiot.â
Harry grinned. âYours though?â
You nodded.
âMine.â
Spring had finally started to sneak into Hogwarts, soft and quiet. The sun was warmer on your face, the air smelled like blooming grass, and for the first time in what felt like months â you could breathe. Things slowly reverted to how they were. This was how it used to be. But stronger now. Wiser. Braver.
You and Harry lay side by side on the slope near the Black Lake, his hand laced with yours, thumb tracing circles against your skin. His other arm was slung lazily behind his head, eyes half-closed, the wind tousling his hair in that ridiculous, untamable way youâd grown to love again.
Ron and Hermione were a few feet away, bickering over some spellwork, though Ronâs grin betrayed that he was only trying to get a rise out of her. Hermione rolled her eyes and pretended not to smile.
âFeels like the worldâs still spinning,â Harry murmured beside you, breaking the silence.
You turned to him. âIt always was. You just forgot how to feel it.â
He looked at you then â really looked â and smiled like he used to. The one that reached his eyes, made everything feel steady.
âI donât think I wouldâve remembered without you.â
You squeezed his hand. âThatâs what we do, remember? You fall apart, I put you back together. I fall apart, you do the same. Itâs teamwork.â
Harry chuckled. âSo what youâre saying is⊠I canât ever break up with you again or Iâll be tragically incomplete.â
âExactly,â you said, deadpan. âAnd Iâll hex you if you try.â
âRomantic,â he grinned, and leaned over to kiss you softly.
You let it linger. Not because it was new, or uncertain â but because it wasnât. Because it felt like home.
If you support ICE my account is not a fucking safe place for you at fucking all. Being silent is being ignorant, now I come to this account here and there but that doesnât mean that iâm not doing my part in speaking up about whatâs been happening on other platforms.
We are all human and deserve to be treated as such, for all people including the triplets to not even say a fucking thing??? One of their main biggest fans have gotten tired of them being silent. It gets to a point to where itâs likeâare you going to continue and scroll aimlessly on social media as millions are being killed or are you going to do what you can with the amount of resources you have?
Before anyone in this fandom who is ignorant, privileged, a kiss ass and just literally views whatâs happening as just âanother dayâ or ânot a big dealâ texts me or sends in anonsâChris will not fuck you if youâre silent, Matt will not kiss you if you ignore the crying and screams of people being taken away and murdered and Nick will not be your gay best friend as you scroll past families having to deal with the losses that this government has caused.
Fuck ICE and support Palestine because itâs the right thing to do and not bc itâs a trend.
Summary- Being the only female medjack, sometimes the boys fake injuries just to see you. Except, Gally, who goes out of his way to avoid you and medjacks in all. But one night he can't avoid you and he has to come in. What happens when he actually starts to like it?
Gally POV
Y/N. The only girl amongst us, and the only girl medjack. Every single boy here would hurt themselves just to be seen by her. She's so 'kind' and 'careful' with everyone, but I don't buy it. Newt and Thomas swear that she's one of the best. I don't. I don't need some girl helping me out when i'm hurt, I can handle it myself.
"Done staring?" Newt taps my arm. I look at him annoyed.
"I wasn't staring." I move a few piles of wood to our discard pile we put in the fire.
"So you're just looking at her for a prolonged period of time then?" He teases, his smile a half smirk with these knowing eyes.
"It's just bullshit. She can't be that good. All the boys in here would round themselves up for her. It's pathetic." I sit down and crack a few dead twigs off the logs.
"Well, she is really good. She's smart, careful, and honestly she is amazing at what she does. She healed minhos broken leg remember? He was bummed for so long, but with her help he got better. I think you're just salty that she doesn't give you attention." He leans down and I look at him and shoot up.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I step close to him, he puts his arms up in defense. "Hey, not trying to be mean man. I think, you should at least try to talk to her. Maybe you wouldn't be so miserable about her." He leaves and goes to the kitchens.
I look back to her, she's sitting there, wrapping up Thomas arm after he got cut running the maze. They seem to be talking about something nice considering they're both smiling and laughing together. A burning sensation in my chest makes me focus and look away from them. What bullshit.
a few hours later, we're all building a fire to hang around and drink and eat. We do this almost every night now. Being with everyone, living here, and surviving together is what makes the fact that we're trapped here go away.
"Gally!" I hear one of my fellow builders yell my name. "We need some help, some of the wood is wet from the rain yesterday, can you help us chop it up?" He hands me a machete. "Yeah sure." We all chop up the wood when one of them starts talking.
"So. I saw Y/N earlier today." I glare at his cheesing smile. He looks at everyone else who seem to be now paying close attention.
"How was it?" One of them tap his arm.
"Amazing, she smells like flowers and something sweet. She gave me some medicine and helped me with some allergies I got."
God the more they talk the more I want to rip out my ears. "She once gave me a bandage and her skin was so smooth."
She can't be this damn good. "Yeah she is. She once had to clean a cut on my head and her eyes were so bright and she really did smell good." "Ow! Fuck!" I feel a sharp pain and then warm blood oozing down my hand. I guess I got so annoyed by them I zoned out. "Shit Gally you good?" One of them drops the wood and checks out my hand. "Shit, we gotta get you to the medjacks." "No. No I can handle it."
"Gally that will get infected, you could lose your hand. Just go dude." They all nod their heads. Shuck am I doing this?
"Fine." I turn and hold my bleeding hand and walk slowly toward the medjacks. I see her bent over organizing something in a drawer.
"Uh, hey." She turns her head and her eyes widen at the blood.
"Oh my. Come here, sit." She guides me to a small seat and she leans down and pours some water on my hand, making it sting. "Ow. shuck woman." I say through gritted teeth. "Sorry, I just have to clean it before I help it." She leans over and grabs some medicines and a large bandage. She grabs another small chair and sits infront of me. Her hands grab my arm gently and she pours medicine on a small cotton and rubs it gently on the cut.
As I breath a little raggedy, I smell it, the smell of flowers, something a bit sweet, and her skin, it was so smooth. I can't help but stare at her hands and her hair. Shit, they were right.
"How'd this happen?" She asks looking into my eyes.
"Uh. I was uh- ya know- helping cut some wood for the fire. I wasn't paying attention and got my hand." I can't keep eye contact with her. It's annoying. "I see, well you do have some grass bits in your hand but it's nothing to worry about. It should be good in a few days. Just make to keep this bandage on tonight and come back tomorrow night and I'll change it out." She wraps my hand carefully. "Is that ok? Not too tight?" She adjusts the corners gently and looks at me a few times.
"Yeah, yeah it's ok." I say a lot gentler than I meant to. Something about her is so calming. "Ok, good." She finishes everything and lets my arm go, making me frown slightly.
"There, all better. Try not to use that hand for a while." She throws away some things and puts the extra bandages away as well as the medicine.
"Yeah, ok got it, and uh, come back tomorrow night?" I reassure myself that I'll see her again.
"Yeah, i'll see you tomorrow night." She smiles and I nod.
My cheeks are burning hot and my legs jelly as I leave. Newt looks at me and gives me a quick nod and smile and looks away.
Goddamn it. They were right.
THREE WEEKS LATER
Knock, Knock, Knock.
"Hey Y/N." I smile at her standing in the entryway.
She looks back and brightens up immediately. "Gally!" She runs and puts her arms around me. "What's going on today?"
"Just got a cut on my leg is all, needed your magic."
She grabs my hand and brings me to the seat and sits across from me.
"Alright show me." She grabs medicine and the bandage.
I lift my pant leg and she looks at it trying to figure out what to do.
"Alright, now, may I ask what happened?" She gives me a raised eyebrow.
"Ya know, wood can be quite sharp." I stare at her, her face so bright and her scent so strong. Her hands on my leg rubbing absentmindedly. "I see." She cleans and applies medicine.
"The other medjacks told me you never see them, you always seem to wait and see me. What's that about?" She asks not looking away from my leg.
"You've got this magic they don't have. All they do is pop on everything without care and love like you." She smiles shyly and her cheeks go bright. "Well that makes me happy."
"As long as it's you, I'll let you do whatever." I say without thinking. She pauses for a moment and looks up at me.
"Sorry, that was weird-" "No." She cuts me off.
"Don't worry, it wasn't" She goes back to my leg with a new found look of mischief. I sigh in relief. She finishes up my leg and washes her hands in the small fountain she made nearby.
"Alright, you're all good." She helps me up. "Thanks, and sorry for the weird comment I didn't mean it-"
I get cut off again by the feel of her lips on mine. Her hand reaches up and touches my cheek. I close my eyes and lean in closer to her. Our teeth almost bumping. After a while of our heads turning and our lips swollen, we pull away. I smile and place my head on hers.
"Come back and visit me anytime Gally." She rubs my cheek.
Summary: Gally finally admits he misses and loves y/n after she was forced in the pitt after she saved Minho and Thomas from the Maze.
LAST NIGHT
Y/N POV
The glade was quiet, everyone sitting there waiting for Thomas and Minho to arrive back. âWhatâs taking so long?â I question, watching every corner. âTheyâre better than this whatâs going on?â Gally responds. I side eye him but he simply shrugs me off âWhat? They are.â
âHelp!â I hear Thomas voice. Everyoneâs heads shoot toward the entrance of the Maze. âHelp! Minhos leg got hurt!â Thomas is holding Minho by his shoulder tightly. âWhat theâŠ?â Gally mutters. The Maze shoots out wind, itâs about to close.
âTheyâre gonna get locked in.â Gally turns to everyone. Someone has to help them.
âHelp please!â I look toward them and I can sense Gallys eyes on me. âDonât.â he tries to grab my arm but I dodge and run towards them. âY/N!â Gally yells. I grab Minhos other arm, the wall begins closing, but all me and Thomas do is focus and push Minho as fast as possible. âCome on Minho we got you.â I whisper to him, calming him and myself. ây/n..â he says weakly. âYeah, yeah itâs me itâs ok.â I reply softly, my voice shaking from half running. Once we reach the edge of the entrance weâre all squished together and the walls almost closed. I get behind them to make more room and push them, I push myself out and land on top of them. Me and Thomas look and see the wall fully closed. We all take a deep breath and Gally pulls me up.
âThe hell were you thinking shank?!â He holds my collar tight. Our faces inches apart. My adrenaline is still running high, my legs are jelly, my head is pounding, and my hands are shaking. I feel hands push up apart, âGally stop!â Thomas gets between us, âShe saved us man!â Gally sighs and storms off angrily. Thomas touches my shoulder, âYou ok?â he fixes my shirt, Gally practically tore it. âIâm fine.â I shake my head and we focus on Minho. Heâs on the ground panting. âHey Minho, how you feel?â I ask lifting his pant leg. His leg is bruised and swollen. âDoing better now that iâm off my feet.â He covers his eyes with his arm to mask the sunlight. âNever thought iâd hear that.â Thomas jokes, Minho giggles.
âY/n! Come here now.â Gally shouts from the Homestead. I can already see Newt and Alby inside too. âShuck.â I look to Thomas and he shakes his head. âYouâll be alright. Iâll be there soon.â I nod and head over. After a few minutes of them shouting about what to do with me Thomas walks in. He explains everything, saving them, helping minho, how without me they wouldâve died. I look up after a while and see Gally quickly looking away from me.
âOne night in the pitt and no food. She broke the rules but she saved our runners.â Newt suggests. Alby nods, âSounds good to me.â he says. âGally?â Newt looks to him. âYeah. Yeah whatever.â He looks down.
âCan I do that tomorrow night?â I ask suddenly, they stare at me questioningly. âFor uh- Minho. His legs broken, iâm the only medjack who knows how to fix it. Please.â They look at each other, neither of them talk for a moment then Alby looks at me. He nods and smiles a little âYeah, just for tonight.â i nod and hug Alby. âThank you.â He hugs back âGo take care of him.â He pats my back, I go to Thomas, as we leave I catch Gally giving me slight glare.
TODAY
GALLY POV
Suns almost down, Y/n gotta go to the pit once the suns fully gone. The medjack hut is busy. Everyoneâs surrounding Y/n changing Minhos bandage, happy, laughing, and so. beautiful. âGally.â Newts piercing voice interrupts my focus. âWhat?â I asked annoyed. I sit down on hard grass ground. âYou gonna tell her or me?â He stands too close for comfort but since itâs him i wonât bother. âI can. Once sheâs done fixing up Minho iâll put her in.â He scoffs with a smirk. âYeah I bet you will. Youâve been staring at her nonstop. When are you gonna fess up to her man.â He bumps my side. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â I retort angrier than intended. âWe all know you like her, say something. Be nice for once maybe sheâd like you back.â I looks over to the medjacks. All of them in a circle talking and making sure Minhos comfortable. Y/nâs smile and laugh infectious even from across the glade. I can feel a pit in my chest just from looking at her, the feeling of love, care, and fear. Fear sheâll just reject me or hate me. âGally?â I come out of my daze. âWhat?â I reply looking up at him. âDonât be scared dude. Sheâs nice, just be nice back.â He leaves with that. I watch him walk away for he gardens.
Night comes and the stars pierce the sky in bright scattered dots. I see y/n staring up at the sky, her hair flowing in the wind. Her arms crossed over her chest but not in annoyance but from being cold. Her body shivering, her cold breath sending clouds in the wind. I feel bad for sending her to the pit now. I walk her way slowly. âHey.â
Y/N POV
I look over and see Gally walking to me, he seems nervous about something. âHey. Is it about time?â I ask trying to mask my shivering teeth. âYeah, come on.â he reaches for my arm but stops and makes a follow gesture and walks to the pits. Heâs never like this, heâs calm, almost caring. We make it to the dark cages in the corner of the glade. He opens up one and stands out of the way. I crawl in and huddle in the corner. He closes the hatch and stares at me for a moment. âDo you uh. need anything else?â he asks while unable to make eye contact with me. âIâm ok.â I put my knees to my chest and hold them tight to attempt to get warm. He stares at me for a moment and nods. âIâll be right back.â he stands up quickly and leaves. I watch him go but assume heâs not coming back after he takes a long time. I lay down to get to sleep when I hear the hatch click. I look up and see.
Gally. Heâs holding a blue quilted blanket. One I made for him a long time ago. âYou still have that?â I grab it from him. He looks around then comes in the pit with me. He closes the door and sits by me. âAre you ok?â I ask him concerned. He looks at me then down.
âY/n I-..Iâm sorry for being so. angry with you all the time.â He holds his own hands, his thumbs digging into his skin. âI care about you. a lot. After you ran into the maze I thought you were done for. Iâm sorry for-..â he looks at my shirt. Still crumpled and slightly torn. He sighs and looks at his lap âhurting you..â
âyou didnât hurt me. you scared me but-â
âYes i did!â He shouts back, i look at him concerned. âAll I do is hurt you and i never mean to! I just care about you so much and the last thing i want is for you to get hurt especially if itâs my fault or on your own stupid judgement. I donât want to lose you! youâveâŠyouâve made this glade closer to a home more than a maze. To everyone here not just me.â
I look at his eyes. Heâs being genuine. His wet tears stain his face before he quickly wipes them. âIâm sorry.â he goes to leave but I grab his hand. âWait!â He turns back. âDonât go. not yet.â He sits back down and holds my hand a little tighter. âI need to go soonâ I hug him tightly. âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry for scaring you. I didnât-âŠi didnât know you cared about me so much.â I feel his arms snake around me hesitantly. He puts his face into my shoulder.
âI love you.â I hear him whisper. I feel my heart fo a bit faster. The blood rushes to my face and warmth spreads around my whole body making the cold a little more bearable. âI love you too Gally.â I feel his smile grow on my shoulder. âOk, you need sleep, i gotta go.â he pulls back with a smile and I give him a quick peck. âIâll see you in the morning.â I whisper and get the blanket around me and lay down comfortably. He smiles and leaves the pit and locks it. âNight night y/n.â his footsteps go farther and farther. I close my eyes and smile at the thought of him. Someone I thought didnât like me. Loves me.
I love your writings sooooo much that i may wanna flood ur inbox somedayđCan I req you something?
A dark yandere fic/ os on bomseok or seongje where they have a crush on reader but reader is already on relationship. So he manipulates the reader or twist her relationship..making her crave for him.. Gradually pulling the the reader into his trap.
Tbh i think bomseok and seongje are the bestest fit for it. And yeah,no pressure, only write it if you are comfortable. Thanks.
pairing: yandere! oh beomseok x fem! reader (brief suho x fem! reader)
wc: 11.3k (i got carried away, iâm so sorry)
genre: dark fic, dark romance, slight smut
warnings: obsession, manipulation, jealousy, stalking, possessiveness, coercive behavior, male masturbation, beomseok just being a creep in general, for storytelling purposes they're not attending an all boys school
‷ disclaimer: this is purely a work of fiction and the themes here shouldnât be romanticized. please read at your own risk.
summary: beomseok always felt powerless. until you came along â someone soft, bright, and easy to love. and for once, he wanted to have control. (also as stated in the request)
authorâs note: hello dear! thank you so much. hearing that someone enjoys my writing really means the world to me ⥠i hope youâre gonna enjoy my take on your idea and iâm also open on writing something similar for seongje soon as well!
beomseok had a crush on you. but not the harmless kind â not the one where a boy scribbles your name in his notebook or blushes when your hands brush. his love was⊠obsessive. intense. almost sickly sweet.
every time you smiled at him, all bright and unknowing, something in him twisted. you had no idea what you were doing to him, how every smell of your perfume, every soft laugh, every trace of your fingers near him made it harder to breathe, harder to control himself.
beomseok had always been the quiet one. awkward. timid.
he never stood out unless someone was mocking him or saving him. he wasnât strong, and he knew it. he depended on others â his friendsâ strength, his fatherâs money, anyone who could shield him from the world that seemed determined to humiliate him.
he had no control over anything in his life.
and he hated it.
so, he came to a conclusion. if there was one thing he could have control over â one thing he could claim for himself â itâd be you.
he knew it was wrong. he knew it was dangerous. but the thought still curled around his mind like smoke: how wonderful it would feel to decide everything for you. who you talked to, what you wore, what you ate, when you smiled.
he imagined you as something perfect and delicate, a doll made for him to protect, to keep, to love, to mold.
maybe it was his upbringing that broke him this way. the bullies who kicked him when he was already on the ground. his father, whose belt spoke louder than any words of affection ever could.
for once, beomseok wanted power.
for once, he wanted to be the one who could choose who gets hurt and who gets loved.
and if he was going to spoil you when you were good⊠then maybe, just maybe, heâd punish you when you disobeyed.
but there was one problem.
ahn suho.
of course you would be dating someone like suho â bright, charming, effortlessly kind. it drove beomseok insane. suho had everything beomseok didnât: strength, charisma, friends who actually liked him, a warm home, and you.
it wasnât fair.
but suho also had one fatal flaw â he underestimated beomseok. he trusted him. suho didnât mind when you laughed at something beomseok said, didnât mind leaving you alone together. he was confident, too confident, and beomseok knew it. he could sit beside you, make you smile, and suho wouldnât even blink.
so, the plan began.
that day, the four of you â suho, sieun, beomseok, and you â had planned to hang out after exams. it had become somewhat of a tradition: grabbing something sweet to celebrate surviving another week of hellish studying.
suho grinned âsure, man. weâll handle it.â he took the card without hesitation, already heading towards the counter with sieun in tow.
you and sieun exchanged a puzzled glance â it was odd, beomseok volunteering to pay and choosing you to wait with him instead of his closer friend. but you brushed it off. beomseok was sweet in his own shy way. maybe he just wanted to talk.
the two of you settled in a quiet corner by the window. when he sat down, he didnât take the opposite seat â he sat right beside you. close enough that you could feel the faint brush of his sleeve against yours. you blinked, surprised, but said nothing. it wasnât a big deal. right?
âso, y/nâŠâ he started, voice a little shaky, eyes darting to your lips and then away again âhow are your drawing classes going? did you ever finish that painting you mentioned last time? the one with the bunnies in the snow?â
your eyes lit up immediately âoh! you remembered?â
beomseok smiled faintly âof course.â
your cheeks warmed up â it was sweet that he paid attention. even suho sometimes forgot the small things you told him.
as you and beomseok were talking, suho and sieun returned with your orders â four tall milkshakes topped with whipped cream and cherries.
âfinally,â suho grinned, setting them down âthey took forever.â he slid yours towards you, the pink one with strawberries that he always remembered you liked.
you smiled softly before turning back to beomseok, who was still watching you with quiet attention.
âso, yeah,â you continued, tracing your finger around the edge of your cup âi finally finished that painting! it took me forever to get the shadows right, butââ
beomseok leaned in a little, his tone low but genuine âyou said it was supposed to be about loneliness, right? snow always feels⊠quiet like that.â
your eyes lit up, feeling understood âexactly! i tried toââ
âah, babe,â suho cut in, laughing as he took a sip of his milkshake âyou and your bunnies again.â he nudged your shoulder playfully âyou should paint something cooler next time. maybe a tiger or something.â
you blinked, your smile faltering just slightly âbut the bunniesââ
âiâm kidding,â he said, grinning âdonât pout, you know i love your stuff.â
you forced a small smile, looking back down at your drink. under the table, you suddenly felt a soft touch â a hand brushing yours. your breath hitched. beomseokâs fingers settled lightly over yours, a gentle squeeze that almost felt⊠reassuring.
you looked up at him in surprise, but he didnât meet your gaze for long. just a flicker of eye contact, calm and unreadable, before he pulled back, as if nothing had happened. your heart was beating a little too fast for a reason you couldnât name.
before you could say anything, the waitress appeared beside your table, smiling brightly âeverything okay here?â
you nodded, grateful for the distraction âyeah, thank you.â
âthe milkshakes are really great!â suho said quickly, flashing the waitress his usual friendly grin âbut not as great as the staff of courseâ heâd send a friendly wink to her, to which she laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
you smiled, but something in your chest felt tight.
later on after everyone finished their milkshakes, suho stretched and clapped his hands âalright, letâs get going before sieun scolds us for making him miss cram school again.â
sieun just rolled his eyes, but nodded in quiet agreement, and you laughed softly, gathering your bag. you took one last sip of your drink before standing, leaving the cup and straw behind. the faint pink stain of your lipstick still marked the tip.
âyou guys go ahead,â beomseok said quickly, his voice a little too calm âiâll just throw these out.â
âthanks, manâ suho said, already half-distracted as he slung an arm over your shoulder.
you smiled at beomseok over your shoulder âthanks, beomseok. see you soon, yeah?â
he nodded once, his lips twitching into something that almost looked like a smile âyeah⊠see you soon.â
without another thought, he carefully slid the straw out of the cup, wrapping it in a napkin. his pulse thudded in his ears, a dizzy mix of shame and thrill washing over him. he tucked it gently into his pocket, his fingers trembling.
his breath came out shaky, lips curling into a faint, delirious smile.
that night, beomseok sat on the edge of his bed, his room dim except for the faint bluish glow of his phone screen. everything around him was quiet. too quiet actually. just the ticking of the old fancy clock on his wall and the sound of his own unsteady breathing.
the napkin lay neatly unfolded on his desk. the straw rested in the middle of it, the small smudge of lipstick looking almost innocent under the soft light. he couldnât stop staring at it.
heâd told himself heâd throw it away. that keeping it was wrong. disgusting, even.
but he didnât move.
instead, he reached out, fingers brushing against the napkin like it was something fragile, sacred. the faint scent of your strawberry milkshake still lingered. or maybe he was just imagining it.
he exhaled shakily, dragging his hand down his face, trying to quiet his thoughts. but every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was you. laughing softly, brushing your hair behind your ear, glancing up at suho with that same tender look that made his stomach twist.
he grabbed his phone and opened instagram.
your profile picture appeared instantly â smiling, bright, leaning against suhoâs shoulder. that same photo that always made his jaw clench.
he scrolled slowly through your feed. pictures of you sketching, drinking coffee, posing with suho. his thumb hovered over one of them â a selfie from a few weeks ago. you were wearing a pale sweater, the sunlight catching in your hair.
his fingers trembled.
he clicked on the photo, zooming in, tracing your face on the screen. your lips, your eyes, the little curve of your smile.
a soft chuckle slipped past his lips, breathless and low.
you were so close yet so far.
he imagined what youâd look like if you smiled at him like that â if you looked up at him that way instead of suho.
then came the familiar ache, the one that always made him restless. that suffocating mix of affection and jealousy. his eyes darkened.
he glanced back at the straw on his desk, then at your photo again.
âyou donât even know,â he muttered under his breath, voice cracking into a whisper. âyou have no idea how much iâŠâ
he cut himself off. his throat felt tight.
slowly, he picked up the napkin, folded it carefully, and slipped it into the drawer beside his bed. not hidden completely⊠just enough so heâd know where it was.
he turned off his phone, lay back, staring at the ceiling.
he told himself it wasnât wrong. he wasnât doing anything bad. he just⊠cared. he just wanted to protect you from someone like suho, who didnât even see you the way he did.
his lips curled faintly in the dark.
âiâll make you see it someday,â he whispered, his voice almost tender âyouâll understand.â
and with that thought â warm, twisted, and possessive â beomseok finally closed his eyes, the faint scent of strawberry milkshake still haunting him.
the next morning at school felt ordinary, at least to you. the halls buzzed with chatter, papers rustling, sneakers squeaking across the floor. suho had his arm lazily draped over your shoulder as you walked together towards the class, humming some tune he probably made up.
you smiled faintly, but your thoughts were scattered â maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe you were still thinking about the weird tension from yesterday.
beomseok was already in class when you arrived. his head was tilted down, pretending to be focused on his notes, but you could feel his eyes flicker up as soon as you stepped inside.
âmorningâ you said softly, taking your usual seat a few desks away.
he hesitated, then smiled âmorning.â his voice was quieter than usual. soft, cautious. like he was testing the waters.
you tried not to think too much of it, though. youâd always known him to be shy.
when suho leaned across your desk to joke about something â a meme heâd seen that morning â beomseokâs gaze hardened for a moment, then softened again so quickly that no one would have noticed. no one except him.
during break, suho left to grab snacks, leaving you alone in the classroom. you were focused on scrolling through your phone when a quiet voice pulled you back.
âyou and suho⊠you seem a bit off today.â
you blinked, glancing up âhuh? what do you mean?â
beomseok shifted, playing with the edge of his notebook ânothing, itâs justââ he looked hesitant, like he didnât want to overstep âitâs just, i noticed yesterday⊠when that waitress came to our table. he seemed really⊠friendly with her.â
you frowned slightly âoh. that? no, heâs just like that with everyone.â you said quickly, but you werenât sure who were you convincing more â beomseok or yourself.
âyeah, i know,â he said quickly, nodding âheâs⊠outgoing. charming.â there was something in the way he said it â not exactly mean, but cutting âitâs just, i saw how she looked at him. and how he looked back. i donât know, maybe iâm overthinking it.â
you shook your head, trying to laugh it off, but the words stuck somewhere in your chest.
he smiled faintly, tilting his head âyouâre probably right. sorry. i just⊠i care about you. i donât like seeing you hurt.â
his eyes met yours â dark and sincere.
for a moment, you didnât know what to say.
you smiled awkwardly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear âthanks, beomseok. thatâs⊠sweet of you.â
he returned the smile, small and polite, but something flickered behind it. satisfaction.
it started small. harmless, really.
beomseok would text you after classes â sometimes just to ask about homework, other times about your drawings. you didnât think much of it. he was your friend, after all.
but slowly, the messages became more frequent. heâd reply within seconds, his words always perfectly tuned to match your mood. if you mentioned being tired, heâd tell you to rest. if you said suho was busy again, heâd answer âfigures. he never really makes time for you, does he?â
and it wasnât like suho was ignoring you â he was just⊠busy. school, friends, work. still, every time your phone buzzed with one of beomseokâs quiet messages, that tiny voice in your head â the one heâd planted â whispered, maybe he doesnât care as much as you think.
one rainy afternoon, you were waiting outside the school gate, hugging your bag to your chest. suho had promised to pick you up after his shift, since youâd stayed behind for your art club activities, but itâd been almost an hour, and he still hadnât shown.
you sighed, checking your phone again.
suhođ§: sorry, itâs really busy here today : ( can you wait a bit longer?
you texted back a quick yeah, itâs okay but your fingers were already stiff from the cold.
âyouâre still here?â
you turned, startled. beomseok was standing a few feet away, his hood pulled up, raindrops clinging to the fabric.
âohâyeah,â you said, smiling a little âsuhoâs busy at work, but he promised to pick me up once heâs done. he doesnât like me going home alone this late.â
he glanced at the sky, then back at you âyouâll catch a cold waiting like that.â
âitâs fine,â you mumbled âiâm used to it.â
he hesitated for a moment, then stepped closer, close enough for you to smell the faint scent of his cologne âcome on. iâll walk you home. heâll understand.â
you hesitated. it didnât feel right to leave without suho, but the rain was coming down harder, and beomseokâs tone was gentle and concerned even.
âokay,â you said finally âjust this once.â
he smiled, a small flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.
the walk home was quiet, except for the sound of your shoes splashing through puddles. every so often, his shoulder would brush yours â accidentally, you thought.
when you finally reached your street, he stopped âsee? much better than waiting alone in the rain.â
you laughed softly âyeah, guess so. thanks, beomseok.â
he smiled again, but it lingered this time, his gaze trailing after you as you walked up to your door.
and later that night, when suho texted you a simple sorry i couldnât make it you stared at the screen for a long moment before typing back: itâs fine. beomseok walked me home.
it was a week later when suho cancelled on you again.
âmy coworker got sick, i have to take their shift today since weâre short on staff. iâm so sorry, babeâ he said over the phone, voice light, background noise of customers and clinking dishes echoing behind him.
you stared at the two mugs of hot chocolate youâd prepared for your movie date, the blanket folded neatly on the couch, the fairy lights glowing dimly in the background. you forced a small smile that he couldnât see.
âitâs okay, really. donât worry about it.â
but the call ended too fast, and the apartment felt too quiet.
for a while, you just sat there, scrolling through your phone, debating what to do. the snacks were already set, the movie queued up. it felt like such a waste to let the night go to nothing.
before you could overthink it, you opened your messages.
y/nâĄ: if youâre not busy⊠want to come over for a movie night maybe? suhoâs busy and iâve already prepared everything so..
the typing bubble appeared almost instantly.
beomseok: sure, iâll be there in ten
and the truth was â you felt a little excited. beomseok always listened, always seemed genuinely interested in the things you liked. when you talked about old movies or the weird animated ones suho teased you for watching, beomseokâs eyes lit up. heâd ask questions, remember small details. he made you feel⊠heard.
ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.
you opened the door to find him standing there, cheeks pink from the cold.
âi hope iâm not intrudingâ he said softly, shifting awkwardly on his feet.
âno, not at allâ you smiled, stepping aside âcome in. i figured companyâs better than moping around alone.â
the moment you let him step inside, your safe space â the place only suho shouldâve been â a low hum of excitement stirred in his chest. you didnât even hesitate. you didnât double-check the lock after he walked in, didnât seem nervous or guarded. you just trusted him.
that trust made his pulse race.
as he slipped off his shoes and glanced around the room, his breath hitched slightly. it was cozy â two mugs on the table, the blanket on the couch, the soft light from the fairy lights painting everything in gold. for a second, it almost felt like heâd stepped into a scene meant for him.
it felt like a date. a real one. and the thought made him dizzy with something that was far from innocent.
âthis looks niceâ he said, his voice just a little too soft, eyes flicking over every detail youâd prepared âsuhoâs really missing out.â
âyeah, well,â you said with a small laugh, curling up on the couch âhis loss, i guess.â
he sat beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed when you shifted. the scent of your perfume filled his head, and his fingers twitched slightly, as if holding himself back from reaching out.
as the opening credits started to play, you caught him watching you instead of the screen, eyes tracing the curve of your smile when you started explaining trivia about the film.
âyou really love this one, huh?â
âyeah,â you said quietly âitâs kind of a comfort movie.â
âi can see why,â he murmured âit suits you.â
and you smiled again â that same sweet, naive smile that made him lose control a little more each time.
the movie flickered across the dim room, casting golden light over the couch where the two of you sat. by the time the credits rolled, you realized how close youâd ended up â your head half-resting against the pillow beside him, almost resting on his shoulder, legs tucked underneath you.
âthat was actually really good,â he said, voice barely above a whisper âyou always pick things like this⊠kind of soft but sad at the same time.â
you smiled faintly at his words, feeling seen by him once again.
the quiet between you wasnât uncomfortable â not at first. it felt safe. yet something about the way he was watching you made your stomach flutter uneasily. not fear, exactly⊠just a strange tension you couldnât name.
when you started gathering the mugs, he stood up too âiâll help.â
âyou donât have to.â
âi want toâ he said simply, taking the mugs from your hands before you could protest. his fingers brushed yours, and the touch lingered a second too long.
you tried to ignore the heat that crept up your neck. itâs just beomseok, you told yourself. heâs kind. harmless.
you didnât notice his gaze fall to the small hairpin youâd set down beside the couch â a pale pink one, delicate and slightly bent from wear. when you turned to grab a dish towel, he reached for it without thinking, fingers curling around the tiny thing like it was something fragile, precious. he slipped it quietly into his pocket before you looked back.
when the dishes were done, you both ended up back on the couch, the soft buzz of the city outside filling the silence.
âyou okay?â he asked after a while.
you hesitated âyeah, just⊠tired.â
his eyes flicked towards you, studying your face âare you upset about suho cancelling again?â
you sighed, leaning back against the cushions âyeah, kind of⊠but heâs just busy, itâs okay.â
âbusy...â he repeated, a quiet scoff leaving his throat âyou always say that. but how busy can someone be to forget the person waiting for them?â
you didnât answer right away. the lump in your throat told him enough.
he shifted a little closer, his voice softening. âyou do so much for him. you light up whenever heâs around, but he doesnât even see it, does he?â
âbeomseokâŠâ your tone came out uncertain, a quiet warning.
âno, i mean it,â he said, gaze locked on yours now, eyes dark and unreadable âyou deserve someone who looks at you the way you look at him.â
me. iâm right here, y/n. i see you beomseok thought, the words sitting heavy on his tongue but never leaving his lips.
your heart twisted painfully â with guilt, with confusion. you started to wonder if what you and beomseok were doing wasnât crossing some invisible line. he made you feel seen, validated in ways suho hadnât lately, but deep down you knew it wasnât fair, not to suho, and maybe not even to yourself.
âyou shouldnât say things like that...â you whispered.
âmaybe,â he breathed, leaning back just enough to give you space, reminding himself not to rush things, his tone getting gentle again âbut itâs true.â
you tried to look away, but he caught the faint shimmer of tears at the edge of your lashes. that made his chest tighten in a way he couldnât explain.
âheyâŠâ he murmured, lifting a hand hesitantly before resting it on your shoulder âyou donât have to hold it in all the time.â
you didnât mean to â but you leaned into him. the warmth of his shoulder, the quiet rhythm of his breath. the comfort you hadnât felt in a long time.
and as you blinked away the tears, you told yourself it was harmless. just a friend comforting another, right?
beomseok, however, felt something else entirely â your head resting against his shoulder, your hair brushing his collar, the faint scent of your shampoo filling his senses. in that moment, something inside him clicked into place â dark, certain, possessive. he almost got hard from just holding you like this. his pulse quickened, breath shallow, and he had to remind himself to stay put. not yet. itâs not the time yet⊠but soon he told himself, tightening his hold on you, his hand drifting up to gently run through your hair.
you trusted him and he wasnât going to let that go.
the next morning, sunlight spilled across your sheets, the faint smell of popcorn still lingering in the air. your phone buzzed on the nightstand suhođ§flashing across the screen.
you hesitated before answering.
âhey, babe,â his voice came through, bright as ever, like he hadnât missed two dates in a row âsorry about last night. work was hell.â
you smiled faintly, trying to sound casual âyeah, itâs okay. i ended up watching something anyway.â
âwithout me?â he teased lightly âthatâs betrayal.â
you laughed, but it came out hollow âguess i was just bored.â
there was a pause â the kind that used to feel comfortable, but lately, just felt distant.
âweâll make it up soon, promise. iâll text you later, okay?â he said, distracted, like he was already doing something else.
the line went dead before you could respond.
you sat there for a while, staring at the sunlight dancing on your blanket. the excitement you used to feel when his name popped up on your phone wasnât there anymore. it had been replaced by something quieter â a kind of ache that you couldnât quite name.
your thumb hovered over beomseokâs chat.
you didnât even think twice before texting him.
y/nâĄ: thank you for keeping me company yesterday. i really needed it </3
he replied almost instantly.
beomseok: anytime, you looked like you needed it
that afternoon, as you sat by your desk, sketching absentmindedly, your phone buzzed again â this time with a new notification.
beomseok liked your post.
you blinked. it wasnât a recent one â it was a photo from months ago, buried deep in your feed, one where youâd gone to the beach with suho. you frowned slightly, scrolling to see that heâd liked a few more.
not the ones with suho, though. only the ones of you.
your phone buzzed again.
beomseok: you look happy there
beomseok: that color really suits you
you laughed under your breath, unsure how to respond.
y/nâĄ: youâre scrolling pretty far back, huh?
beomseok: guilty
beomseok: i just⊠like seeing you smile
your heart skipped â that same flicker of guilt and warmth youâd felt last night. it was wrong, wasnât it? and yet, it felt nice to be noticed like that.
however, what you didnât know, was that on the other side, beomseok was far from being innocent â far from just admiring your smile. his eyes lingered on those pictures from the beach, your eyes sparkling with happiness, eating watermelon, carefree and happy, not caring at all just how tightly your swimsuit is hugging your body.
beomseok tried to refrain from doing this, really, he did, but you were just too much for him. he started palming himself through his jeans, you texting him didnât help at all. on his nightstand, his two most prized possessions laid out neatly next to each other â the straw and your hairpin.
his gaze flickering between your beach photos on instagram and the straw, the faint smudge of your lipstick still there. he thought how itâd feel if it was your soft hands touching him now, instead of his rough ones. how youâd kiss him all over his body leaving the same traces of lipstick, just like you did with the straw.
all of it felt overwhelming. moans started escaping his mouth and with a final curse heâd come in his pants.
he took deep breaths, looked around and one last time glanced at your photo â his phone now resting on his thigh, just next to the stain on his jeans from the little fun he had just few seconds ago.
âfuckâŠâ he threw his head back, still catching his breath âjust what are you doing to meâŠâ
that evening, you caught yourself thinking about him again. about the way heâd looked at you when you were talking about your paintings, like your words actually meant something.
your phone buzzed once more.
beomseok: can i call? just for a minute.
you stared at the message, biting your lip. part of you knew you should say no, but the apartment felt so quiet and the echo of suhoâs distracted voice still lingered in your head.
y/nâĄ: sure
when his voice came through, soft and low, it felt like a kind of comfort you hadnât realized youâd been missing.
âhey,â his voice came through, low and hesitant, like heâd been pacing before pressing call âdid i wake you?â
âno,â you said, lying on your side, phone pressed to your ear âcouldnât sleep anyway.â
he hummed softly, a sound that felt too intimate for the quiet between you. âme neither.â
for a moment, there was just breathing. yours. his. a faint rustle, like he was lying down too.
âi keep thinking about yesterdayâ he said finally.
you smiled faintly into your pillow âwhat about it?â
âjustâŠâ he exhaled, his tone somewhere between careful and yearning âyou looked really happy. the way you laughed during that movie â i donât think iâve ever seen someone so alive just because of something small.â
you felt your chest tighten a little. âitâs one of my favorites like iâve saidâŠâ you murmured âsuho always teases me for getting carried away like that, though. says that iâm lucky i look cute when iâm nerding out like that.â
his voice softened even more âhe doesnât get it, does he?â
you blinked âget what?â
âyouâ he said simply âhe doesnât get you.â
it was quiet for a long moment after that. you swallowed, unsure if you should hang up or say something.
âthatâs not true,â you said, your voice coming out gentler than you meant âhe just⊠jokes around a lot.â
âyeah,â he said, and you could hear the faint smile in his voice, the kind that didnât reach his eyes âiâm sure thatâs it.â
you turned on your back, staring at the ceiling âyou sound jealousâ you teased lightly, trying to ease the tension.
but he didnât laugh.
âmaybe i amâ he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
you froze, your pulse tripping over itself. âbeomseokââ
âno, i just meanâŠâ he rushed out, tone soft again âyouâre⊠youâre really easy to care about, y/n. youâre kind to everyone. you let people in so easily. and i justââ
he stopped himself, breathing unevenly.
you could almost see him â sitting there in his room, that familiar nervous fidget in his hands, trying to hold back words that felt too heavy.
âsometimes i just wishâŠâ he said finally, voice fragile âthat youâd let yourself be cared for by someone who sees you the way you actually are.â
your heart thudded, unsure if it was from the weight of his words or the guilt pressing against them.
you didnât know what to say.
so you said nothing.
and somehow, he seemed to take your silence as permission to stay.
the call lingered long past midnight, the soft static between you blending with the sound of your breaths â two people pretending it was harmless, even though you both knew it wasnât.
the next few days, his presence seeped quietly into your routine â small things at first. heâd text you in the mornings, asking what you were wearing, what you were having for lunch, if youâd gotten home safely.
one day, while you were getting ready for class, you sent him a mirror photo â your usual outfit check. nothing special, just a habit.
y/nâĄ: is this okay? i feel like i look too serious đ
beomseok: you look cute. but maybe try that beige sweater instead of the black blazer? it matches your tone better.
you hesitated. it wasnât a big deal. he was probably just being observant. so you changed, snapped another photo, and sent it.
beomseok: yeah. perfect.
it became a pattern. he always had a suggestion, a correction. sometimes framed as a compliment, sometimes as quiet insistence.
at the school cafeteria, when you pointed at the vanilla pudding with a bright smile, he didnât even look up âget the strawberry cheesecakeâ he said absently, eyes on his own tray âit suits you more.â
you blinked, your hand faltering midair âoh⊠okay.â
and so you did.
you started noticing how your choices shrank, how youâd second-guess simple things â like what to order, what to post, even how to respond to people. somehow, you always waited for his approval.
later that week, you were sitting together outside the art room, waiting for your art club to begin. beomseok just stayed behind to wait with you. the sun was dipping low, turning the hallways gold. your phone buzzed â a text from suho.
suhođ§: just saw a cat that looks like itâs plotting world domination đ made me think of you
you laughed under your breath, the sound small but genuine.
beomseok looked up from his book, brows tightening âwhatâs so funny?â
âjust suhoâ you said softly, still smiling at your phone.
he went quiet. you could feel his gaze linger on you, sharp and unreadable.
âright,â he said after a moment âhim.â
you looked up, sensing the shift âwhat?â
he leaned back, his tone calm but edged. âyou really think thatâs sweet? thatâs not him being thoughtful, y/n. thatâs him distracting you with his lame jokes so you wonât notice how little attention he actually gives you.â
your smile faded âthatâs not true, heâs justââ
âbusy?â he cut in âyeah, you always say that. but when someone wants you, they make time. heâs not doing that. and you know it.â
you opened your mouth to argue, but the words didnât come. he held your gaze, his voice lowering just slightly â softer, but heavy.
âyou should just end it already,â he said âstop waiting around for someone who keeps choosing everything else over you.â
the hallway felt suddenly smaller, quieter. you looked down at your hands, unsure if the sting in your chest came from his words or from how much truth they seemed to hold.
you didnât say anything after that.
the silence stretched thin between you, filled only by the hum of the hallway lights and the sound of your phone screen dimming.
part of you wanted to defend suho â to say that he did care, that he just didnât always show it right.
but another part of you, the tired part, the part that waited through every cancellation and unanswered text, started to whisper that maybe beomseok was right.
you stared at it for a long time before pressing send.
suhođ§: of course. everything okay?
you didnât answer. not yet.
you sat on the edge of your bed, phone heavy in your hand, chest tight with guilt. it wasnât that you wanted to hurt him â you just didnât know how to keep pretending that everything was fine when it wasnât. and lately, it felt like the only person who saw you was beomseok.
across the town, beomseokâs phone buzzed.
y/nâĄ: i asked suho to talk with me tmrw
y/nâĄ: youâre probably right
beomseokâs lips curved into something small and satisfied.
finally.
he leaned back in his chair, thumb brushing over the screen where your name still glowed at the top of his messages.
heâd been patient. careful. every word, every moment, perfectly placed. and now, it was working â just like heâd planned.
soon, youâd only come to him.
though, beomseokâs phone buzzed again that evening. the vibration startled him.
caller ID: suho.
his lips twitched into a faint smirk before he picked up.
âhey,â he said, voice smooth, careful âwhatâs up?â
on the other end, suho sounded tired â that kind of tired that comes with frustration âhey, uh⊠beomseok. sorry to call so late, man. justâŠâ there was a pause, a faint exhale âhas y/n been hanging out with you lately?â
beomseok leaned back in his chair, keeping his tone steady âyeah, a bit. why?â
âshe just texted me,â suho continued, his voice lowering âshe sounded⊠off. like somethingâs wrong. i tried asking, but she didnât really say much. i figured maybe youâd know?â
beomseokâs heart skipped, but outwardly, he let out a quiet chuckle âoh, that. sheâs just been stressed, you know? exams, she has a lot of unfinished painting projects, that kind of thing.â
âmm.â suho didnât sound convinced. âyeah, maybe. butââ another pause âyouâve been close with her lately, huh?â
beomseok smiled to himself âi guess. just trying to be there for her, since youâve been busy.â
the line went quiet for a moment.
then suhoâs tone changed â still calm, but with something sharp beneath âyeah. about that⊠sheâs my girlfriend, you know? i just donât want there to be any misunderstandings.â
âof course,â beomseok said softly âiâd never do anything to make her uncomfortable.â a lie, delivered so gently it almost sounded true.
but inside, his pulse was pounding. he could hear it â the suspicion in suhoâs voice, the edge that wasnât there before.
and somehow, that made it even better.
âiâm sure itâs nothing,â suho said finally, his tone forced casual âiâll talk to her tomorrow. just thought iâd check in.â
âyeah,â beomseok murmured âyou should.â
he waited until the call ended before he let the smile fully form on his lips.
so suho was finally starting to notice. finally feeling that tightness in his chest â that helplessness beomseok had lived with for so long.
âgood,â he whispered to the empty room ânow you know how it feels.â
and then, next day it happened. you met suho behind the gym and told him you wanted to break up.
you didnât even remember half of what you said â your voice had trembled too much, his face had looked too hurt. now you were sitting alone in the art club room, crying. the smell of paint still lingered in the air, and the quiet hum of the old ceiling light filled the silence.
you started doubting what youâd just done. your heart felt heavy, your throat raw from holding back sobs.
your phone screen glowed faintly in the dim light â a blurred reflection of your tear-stained face.
y/nâĄ: beomseok, are you still at school?
y/nâĄ: can you⊠come find me, please? iâm at the art club room
you hit send before you could think twice. your chest ached. the echo of suhoâs voice still bouncing in your head from the breakup. his confusion, his hurt, his why are you doing this? that you didnât have the words to answer.
outside, beomseok was already walking fast down the empty hallway, your text still glowing on his screen. his heart raced â not with guilt, but with something close to triumph. she chose me. she finally did.
but before he could reach the door to the art room, a hand gripped his arm hard, yanking him back.
âwe need to talkâ suho said, voice sharp.
beomseok blinked, his usual meekness slipping for just a second âsuho?â
suhoâs jaw was tight, eyes dark âdonât act surprised. i know what youâve been doing.â
beomseokâs face twisted into a faint, mocking smile âwhat iâve been doing?â
âdonât play dumb,â suho snapped, stepping closer âyou lied to her. you twisted things, made her think i didnât care about her. i donât know what kind of sick game this is, but she doesnât need someone who manipulates her just because youâre jealous.â
the words hung in the air, hot and cutting.
for a second, something flickered in beomseokâs eyes, then vanished behind a calm, almost pitying look âdid she tell you that?â he asked softly âbecause if i recall correctly, she was the one crying on my shoulder about you.â
suhoâs expression faltered, just slightly.
âitâs not my fault you lost her,â beomseok continued, voice steady now, his lips curling in a faint smirk âyou ignored her, brushed her off, made her feel small. i just⊠listened. i was there when you werenât. if she ends up choosing me later, thatâs her decision.â
he tilted his head, eyes gleaming âor is it easier for you to swallow if you tell yourself that iâm the villain?â
suho clenched his fists, struggling to keep his voice even âyouâre sick, you know that?â
beomseok just laughed under his breath â a low, humorless sound. âmaybe. but tell me, suhoâŠâ
he lifted his phone and turned the screen towards him. there it was â your message, still open.
y/nâĄ: can you⊠come find me, please? iâm at the art club room
the color drained from suhoâs face. beomseokâs smile deepened, quiet and satisfied.
âlooks like she had already made her choice, doesnât it?â
beomseok waited until suho finally turned and left, fists still clenched, his footsteps echoing down the corridor. then, slowly, he straightened his sweater, smoothed the nervous sweat from his palms, and walked to the art room.
the door creaked faintly as he opened it.
you were sitting on the floor, back against the wall, surrounded by half-finished canvases and scattered brushes. the dim light made your eyes look even more tired â puffy from crying, red-rimmed, lost.
âheyâŠâ his voice was soft again, gentle, like the confrontation outside had never happened âyou texted.â
you lifted your head, eyes glistening âyou came.â
âof course i did,â he murmured, stepping inside and closing the door quietly behind him âi told you, didnât i? whenever you need me.â
you tried to smile, but it came out broken âi donât even know if i did the right thing. he looked so⊠confused. i didnât know how to explain it, i justââ
your voice cracked, and he was beside you in an instant, lowering himself to the floor. he didnât hesitate before pulling you into his arms. you stiffened for a second, then melted against him, exhausted.
âshh,â he whispered, his chin brushing your hair âyou donât need to explain anything. you made the right choice.â
âdid i?â you asked, barely audible âi feel horrible. what ifââ
âdonâtâ he interrupted softly, his hand finding the back of your head, fingers weaving through your hair in slow, soothing strokes âdonât doubt yourself now. he never understood you, not like i do. you deserve someone who listens, who sees you.â
his voice was calm, steady, it was almost crazy just how well he hid the joy beneath. every sob that shook your shoulders, every word you whispered into his chest, it all fed the dark satisfaction blooming in his stomach.
his hand lingered a moment too long at your waist. he could feel the warmth of your body through your sweater. his breath hitched, but he caught himself, pulling back just slightly to look at you.
âyou donât have to cry anymore, y/nâ he said softly, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb âyouâre safe now. with me.â
you nodded faintly, not trusting your voice.
âthank you, beomseokâ you whispered instead.
the walk home was quiet. the air felt heavy after everything that had happened â your breakup, the confrontation, the tears. beomseok walked beside you, his fingers brushing yours until finally, he just reached out and held your hand.
you didnât stop him. you were too drained, too caught up in the hollow ache in your chest to think about it. his palm was warm, a little sweaty. he kept glancing at you, the faintest smile ghosting over his lips each time your hand didnât show any resistance in his grasp.
his heart was pounding so loud it almost scared him. you were his now â not officially, not yet, but close enough.
when you reached your building, you fumbled for your keys, but he spoke first, voice firmer than youâd ever heard before.
âyou shouldnât be alone tonightâ he said quietly âiâll stay, okay?â
something about the way he said it, not a question, but a decision, made you pause. still, you nodded. the thought of being alone in your apartment tonight was unbearable.
âokayâ you whispered.
you settled on the couch while he moved around your kitchen as if heâd done it a hundred times before, boiling water, finding mugs to make some tea. he even hummed softly under his breath, as if he belonged there.
by the time he came back, you were curled up, phone in your hand, scrolling through old photos of you and suho. your smile in those pictures hurt to look at.
beomseokâs expression darkened at this sight as he set the mugs down âthis isnât going to help you get over itâ he murmured, gently taking the phone from your hand.
âi just⊠i want to text himâ you said, your voice trembling âi donât want us to end on bad terms. i feel likeââ
âbut did he text you?â beomseok cut in softly.
you blinked, caught off guard. âno⊠butââ
âthatâs right,â he said, his tone patient, but sharp âyou donât need to reach out to him. you need to rest.â
before you could argue, he sat down beside you, close enough for his knee to brush yours. his hand found the back of your head again, coaxing you gently until your cheek rested against his thighs.
âjust rest, y/nâ he whispered âyouâve done enough today.â
you sighed, too tired to fight it, the warmth of his body lulling you into something that felt like safety â or maybe just surrender.
your breathing slowed, the sound soft and even.
beomseok sat completely still for a moment, staring down at you, his chest rising and falling unevenly. he could feel your weight against him, your hair brushing his hands, and for a moment, it felt unreal. you were right there â trusting him, leaning on him, his.
his pulse was erratic. he had to remind himself not to make a sound, not to ruin this perfect, fragile moment.
heâd lie if heâd say that he didnât, just for a moment imagine, how in the near future, heâd push your head into his thighs again, under completely different circumstances. his clothes suddenly felt tight. he gulped trying to suppress it. not the time yet he thought.
then, slowly, he reached for your phone lying on the coffee table, still unlocked, from when heâd taken it earlier.
one small swipe â suhoâs name, the chat, the contact.
block.
the quiet chime of the screen locking again sounded almost like a secret sealing itself shut.
he leaned back, his fingers brushing through your hair, eyes fixed on your sleeping face.
âyou donât need him anymoreâ he whispered to no one, the corners of his mouth curling slightly as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to the temple of your head âyouâve got me.â
the next morning, you woke up to the smell of something warm and buttery.
for a second, the world felt soft. your cheek pressed against the couch cushion, the faint light of morning filtering through the blinds.
then it hit you. last night. the breakup. the tears. beomseok.
you blinked, sitting up slowly, disoriented. your blanket had been tucked carefully around you, and on the table was a steaming mug of tea, freshly made.
âyouâre upâ came his voice from the kitchen.
he turned, spatula in hand, a faint smile on his lips âi was just about to wake you. i made breakfast.â
you stared for a second, caught between surprise and confusion âyou⊠made breakfast?â
âyeahâ he said casually, plating eggs and toast like it was the most natural thing in the world âyou barely ate yesterday. figured youâd need something warm.â
your throat tightened. part of you wanted to thank him, to say how thoughtful it was. but another part, the quieter, more nervous part, whispered that something felt off.
âyou didnât have toâ you said softly, brushing your hair out of your face.
he shrugged, carrying the plates over to the table âi wanted to.â
you sat opposite him, the silence stretching a bit too long. the toast on your plate looked perfect, but you couldnât bring yourself to eat right away.
beomseok noticed right away, of course âwhatâs wrong?â
ânothing,â you said quickly âitâs just⊠a lot. i still canât believe it happened.â
his expression softened, but his eyes, sharp and steady, didnât waver âyou made the right choice, y/n. suho never saw what he had.â
you hesitated, picking at the edge of your toast âit just⊠feels weird. everythingâs changing so fast.â
he reached out across the table, brushing your hand with his thumb. âchange isnât bad,â he murmured âsometimes itâs exactly what you need.â
the touch made your pulse jump. you withdrew your hand gently, forcing a small smile âmaybe.â
he chuckled under his breath â but it wasnât the shy, awkward laugh you were used to. it was softer, confident.
âyou worry too much, sweetheart.â
the word hung between you like a spark.
you froze. sweetheart.
he didnât seem to notice the way your breath hitched. he was already turning back to his plate, eating like he hadnât just crossed a line.
you sat there in silence, your spoon clinking softly against the plate, trying to ignore how small the apartment suddenly felt.
you were still sitting at the table when beomseok stood, collecting the dishes before you could even offer to help.
âfinish your teaâ he said gently âiâll clean up.â
you nodded, feeling small under the steady rhythm of his movements. the way he knew exactly where everything in your kitchen was, as if heâd done this before.
as he rinsed the plates, your eyes drifted towards your room. you hadnât even changed from yesterday. you wanted to shower, to have a moment to yourself, but before you could stand, he spoke again.
âyou should get readyâ he said, drying his hands âweâre going out.â
you blinked âout? where?â
âyouâll see,â he smiled faintly âsomething to cheer you up.â
you hesitated âbeomseok, i donât thinkââ
âdonât think,â he interrupted lightly, already walking towards your room âjust trust me.â
your stomach knotted as you followed him, watching him move through your space like it was his place, just as much as yours. he opened your closet, humming under his breath, his fingers brushing over hangers before he pulled out a soft pink sweater and a denim skirt.
âwear thisâ he said simply, turning to you with a small, approving nod.
you frowned slightly âwhy that one?â
âbecause it suits youâ he replied, tone easy but final. âand itâs going to be chilly later. ohââ he bent to pick out a pair of socks from your drawer, along with a matching bra and panties set, folding them neatly before handing them to you ââthese too.â
you blushed at this furiously. this was so private, how could he just do this so casually? your mouth opening and closing in disbelief, before you finally managed âbeomseok, this is a bit weird, you donât have toââ
âi know,â he cut in, smiling again â that same calm, steady smile that didnât quite reach his eyes âbut i want to.â
he left you to change, calling over his shoulder âwaiting you outside in 20 minutes, iâm calling us taxi. and before you ask, yes, itâs a date. i already picked the movie â youâre going to love it.â
the word date lingered in the air long after he walked out.
you stood there holding the clothes, your reflection in the mirror looking strange â like you were watching someone elseâs life unfold.
and yet, a small, tired part of you didnât fight it.
it was easier this way. to let him decide. to let someone else steer when you felt like you were drifting.
the theater was nearly empty. a weekday afternoon, dim lights washing over red velvet seats. it shouldâve felt peaceful. instead, you couldnât shake the feeling that something was slightly off.
beomseok had been quiet on the way there, one hand lightly resting on the steering wheel, the other occasionally brushing your knee. not possessive, not exactly â but enough to make you aware of it.
when you reached for your wallet at the counter, he stopped you with a soft laugh.
âi told you itâs my treat, didnât i?â
âi know, butââ
âno buts,â he said, voice calm but firm âyou donât need to worry about that anymore.â
he took the tickets from the cashier, ordered popcorn and drinks without asking what you wanted. vanilla soda instead of cola. salted popcorn instead of caramel â your favorite, but he didnât seem to notice.
you tried to smile anyway, tried to tell yourself he was just being considerate.
during the movie, you caught yourself glancing sideways. he was watching you more than the screen â eyes tracking every flicker of your expression, every small laugh or sigh. it was almost flattering. almost.
afterwards, you stopped near a dessert stall outside the theater. the smell of waffles and whipped cream filled the air.
âcan we get the chocolate one?â you asked, trying to sound casual.
âyouâll like the strawberry moreâ he said simply, already ordering it before you could answer.
you swallowed your protest, forcing a small nod.
ârightâ you murmured âstrawberryâs fine.â
âsee?â he smiled, brushing a stray hair from your face âyou trust me, donât you?â
you froze for half a heartbeat before managing âyeah. of course.â
âiâve been working on something new,â you said softly âitâs still rough, butââ
âdonât overthink itâ he interrupted, leaning forward âyou always get stuck on the details. just finish it.â
his tone wasnât cruel â just matter-of-fact, the same way heâd tell you what to wear or what to eat. still, it made your throat tighten.
you nodded, stirring your drink, watching the ice melt.
he reached over, covering your hand with his.
âyou worry too much,â he said gently âthatâs why iâm here now â to take care of you.â
you smiled weakly, unsure whether it was gratitude or unease curling in your chest.
and across the table, beomseok smiled back, satisfied.
every decision you gave up made him feel more in control. every quiet nod, every soft okay was proof that you belonged to him now.
just like he wanted.
later that night, when you got home, the apartment was quiet again â the kind of silence that usually soothed you, but tonight it just felt heavy. you sat on the edge of your bed, still wearing the outfit heâd picked for you, your phone lighting up with his name.
beomseok callingâŠ
you hesitated for a second before answering.
âhey?â you whispered.
âhey,â his voice came through soft, familiar, low â that same tone that always made you feel like he could read your thoughts âyou home safe?â
âyeah. just got in.â
âgood,â he said, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice âyou looked really pretty today, you know that?â
your lips curved faintly âthank you.â
there was a pause â one that lingered just long enough to turn warm into uneasy.
âsorry for calling. just wanted to make sure youâre okay, donât like the thought of you walking alone.â
you chuckled softly âi wasnât alone though. your chauffeur dropped me off.â
he laughed quietly too, but then his tone shifted into something heavier.
âright. i just⊠worry. people donât always look out for you the way they should.â
you frowned slightly, lying back on your bed âwhat do you mean?â
âi mean him,â he said simply âsuho. i know you still think about him.â
you turned your head towards the ceiling, his words catching you off guard âiâ i just⊠we dated. itâs normal to think about him sometimes.â
âmaybe,â beomseok said, his voice calm but something darker threaded beneath it âbut every time you do, it hurts you. and you know, it hurts me too.â
âheâs not a bad person, beomseok,â you said quietly âthings just didnâtââ
âhe made you cry,â he cut in, his voice firm now âi was the one who found you. i was the one who stayed. he wasnât.â
you stayed silent, your throat tight.
then he continued, gentler, almost pleading âi just need to know something,â he said âthat youâre not going to let him do that to you again.â
âwhat do you mean?â
âpromise me,â he whispered âthat you wonât reach out to him anymore. not even to check in. not even just to talk. you donât need him, y/n. not when you have me.â
you hesitated, your pulse quickening. it sounded so simple â but something about the way he said it felt too final, too binding âi just⊠i donât want to hate himâ you murmured.
âyou donât have to hate him,â he said gently âyou just have to stop letting him take space in your heartâ then, quieter âplease. iâm asking you because i care.â
you exhaled shakily. âokay,â you whispered âi promise.â
the silence that followed felt like a lock clicking shut.
âgood girl,â he murmured, voice dipping into something dangerously soft âget some sleep, yeah? iâll see you tomorrow.â
when the call ended, you stared at your phone for a long time.
your chest ached â not from guilt, not exactly. just a strange, hollow sense of losing something you couldnât name.
and across the city, beomseok sat on his bed, his phone still in his hand, a small, satisfied smile curling at his lips.
youâd promised.
and he knew you meant it.
after that âdateâ your days started to blend in together. each morning, youâd snap a quick picture of your closet, and beomseok would choose exactly what you were going to wear, telling you where to wait for him and at what hour. sometimes heâd hold your hand as you walked together, sometimes wrap an arm around your shoulders. it always felt natural to him, but to you⊠your chest tightened, your steps hesitant, unsure if you should pull away.
slowly, it started to hit you just how isolated youâd become. friendsâ messages went unanswered, and you barely saw suho anymore. it wasnât that you didnât want to see them, but somehow, you always ended up following beomseokâs plan. he seemed to know exactly when to appear, exactly what to say to keep you by his side.
he started to check your phone casually, leaning over your shoulder while you scrolled or asking who you were texting. âjust curiousâ heâd murmur, voice soft, but his gaze would linger, searching. every time, your heart would race, a mix of discomfort and the strange, dizzying thrill of his attention.
one afternoon, he took you to an ice cream truck after school. you were fumbling with your wallet, trying to decide what to get, when he leaned casually on the counter, giving the vendor a small smile.
âiâll have the vanilla one for me and the strawberry for my girlfriend, pleaseâ he said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
your hand froze mid-motion, eyes wide âgâgirlfriend?â you whispered, heart thumping.
his fingers brushed lightly against yours as he answered âyeah. my girlfriend.â
the word hung in the air between you, heavy and unyielding. people around you didnât noticeâor didnât careâbut for you, it felt like the world had shifted totally out of your control. and somehow⊠that scared you more than you cared to admit.
that same evening, you set up the living room for another movie night that beomseok had planned. blankets on couch, a few snacks within reach, dim lighting. everything was calm, quiet, the kind of atmosphere that made you feel⊠safe. almost.
beomseok sat next to you, draping an arm over your shoulders. you felt the weight of him there, warm and grounding, but your mind was still spinning from the past few days.
âi really love youâ he said suddenly, voice soft but insistent, barely glancing at the screen âyou love me back, right?â
you turned to look at him, caught off guard. his gaze was steady, unflinching, and for a moment it felt like all the uncertainty in the world narrowed down to just the two of you.
the last few days had been⊠strange. but at the same time, you couldnât deny that beomseok had been there for you through it all. heâd let you cry on his shoulder, made you tea when you were exhausted, stayed when you needed comfort. who else would be there like that? who else could care like that?
your lips trembled as you whispered âyeah⊠i think i do.â
beomseokâs face softened immediately. a small, almost relieved smile spread across his features. he reached up, cupping one side of your face gently, thumb brushing your cheek, and leaned down.
the moment his lips touched yours, it felt like fireworks exploding inside him. his heartbeat thundered in his chest, all the suppressed longing, jealousy, and obsession flooding outward in that single, perfect touch.
you froze for a second, processing, before melting slightly into him, unsure and hesitant, but comforted all at once.
beomseok pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, forehead resting against yours âyou have no idea how long iâve waited for thisâ he murmured, voice thick with emotion.
slowly he lowered his head even more and started planting soft kisses all over your neck, hands trailing down to your waist.
you didnât even realize how fast everythingâs started to move since he kissed you. the feather kisses on your neck slowly turned into sucking, marking you up as his. you wanted to say something, you werenât sure what though, thoughts clouded with everything. the smell of his cologne, his words from the past days. all that you were able to do was let out few moans and deep breaths out, as he slowly reached over you, making you lay beneath him.
your heart was beating like crazy and so was his. for a moment he pulled away from your neck, just to stare down at your flushed face.
âyouâre so beautiful,â he said gently, sickly sweet smile lingering on his face âiâm going to treat you so well, i promise.â he kissed you on your lips again and then came back to your neck, his hands already exploring your body under your clothes.
quickly enough he started to remove your clothing piece by piece â first your shirt, then your pajamas shorts. soon, he was still fully clothed while you were stripped down to your underwear.
you immediately tried to hide yourself from his hungry gaze. the only person youâve ever shown yourself so bare before was⊠suho. your heart still aching to the thought of him.
âprincess, please, donât hide yourself away from me,â beomseok breathed out, gently pinning your hands above your head âyou have no idea what youâre doing to me. let me⊠let me savour this moment, please.â
his hands gently danced around the marks he had made on your soft skin, his claim. the bra and panties you were wearing were the ones that he picked out for you as well.
you really were his perfect doll. he made you his perfect doll. and now he could use you however he wanted.
not being able to wait any longer he unbuckled his belt, getting rid of his jeans and boxers as soon as possible.
he started stroking himself and in that moment, when you saw his hard leaking length, the panic hit you. you werenât ready.
âbeomseok iâm so sorry can we stop please? i-i donât think iâm ready yetâŠâ you mumbled softly, tears appearing in the corner of your eyes.
fuck he thought, just when he was so unbearably close. he sighed and ran hand through his hair.
âyeah, sureâ he mumbled, out of breath and moved back a bit, allowing you to sit, no longer trapping you under his weight.
âthank you, really. i want this, i think... but not so soonâŠâ you mumbled quietly, reaching for blanket to hide your bare body, but he reached for your hand quicker than that.
âcan i then maybe just⊠jerk off to you please? iâm insane over you and⊠it hurtsâ he said, pointing his head to his swollen tip.
your confused innocent eyes darted between beomseokâs desperate face and his hard on. you gulped down and nodded gently âokay.. just be quickâ you asked, as you sat at the corner of the couch still in your undergarments.
âoh thank you. thank you, thank you, thank you. youâre an angel.â beomseok said, smile plastering on his face, as he sat in front of you properly, taking in your appearance. perfect. so beautiful. every curve of your body, your glassy eyes, marks all over your neck and sweat still visible on your body from how close you two were just few minutes ago.
beomseok started stroking himself and truly, just as you requested, it didnât last long. beomseok, being a virgin, and with you on display like this, it took him only few minutes to cum with a grunt.
after letting out a few deep breaths, he took a napkin from the table and cleaned himself up, reaching for his clothes to dress just as quickly. with the high coming off he began to overthink, his awkward and nervous personality never really disappearing, despite everything that had happened.
what did i just do? i was so careful this whole time, now she probably thinks iâm disgusting. suho probably had never done something like this to her, did he?
but your touch brought him back to reality, as he was already in his boxers, reaching for his jeans. your hand gently rested on the top of his shoulder.
âdonât wear that. itâd be uncomfortable if weâre going to sleep now, wouldnât it?â you said softly, still half naked.
ây-you want me to stay the night?â beomseok choked out, barely believing what was happening. was he dreaming?
âi mean⊠i just saw you cum and you covered me in hickeys, itâd be weird to let you go home now, wouldnât it?â you giggled nervously, unsure who exactly were you trying to convince at the moment.
beomseok smiled at your words. his plan had actually worked â that was insane. now you wanted him even after something so intimate and dirty like this. a rush of satisfaction coursed through him, dark and dizzying. you were his now, completely within reach. he couldnât stop himself from thinking that maybe, just maybe, you two were always meant to be.
âoh, y/n⊠i love you so much,â he breathed, before crashing his lips against yours again. the kiss deep, almost desperate, like he was afraid you might slip away if he didnât hold you close enough.
and there, in the dim glow of the living room, the world outside faded completely. and now it was just the two of you, tangled up together, forever and ever.
summary: what kind of texts the weak hero boys would send to you (!! all of the screenshots that are used here are from pinterest and they arenât made by me, i just assigned them to the weak hero characters)
featuring: yeon sieun, ahn suho, oh beomseok, park humin, go hyuntak, geum seongje, na baekjin
warnings: suggestive (suho, gotak, seongje (i swear it was unintentional these just spoke to me the most when it came to him đ))
authorâs note: this post is really lazy and silly lol but i hope youâre still gonna enjoy yourself! being a uni student in november is not for the weak especially when im trying to hangout with my friends and go to my job too i am so busy rn (â„ïčâ„) anyways hope itâs not too cringe or inaccurate, itâs just for fun đ„č next post is gonna be a proper fanfic again promise promise à«źâ âž â á âĄ
