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Includes: yandere husband x wife!reader, toxic and abusive relationship, cheating accusations, loooots of arguing, choking, and potentially more.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Sorry for the late post. I pretty much slept through Christmas and just got around to working on this again.
Your husband’s mind was racked with potential gift ideas. Jewelry in boxes of your favorite color, arranged into a beautifully large, decorated bouquet. He could pair it with a new car—an Aston Martin DB9, with a pink interior in particular. You had seemed quite drawn to that vehicle when your eyes first landed on it.
Before meeting your husband, you had spent most of your adult life taking the metro and subway. Since being with him, he drove you everywhere and even got you a personal chauffeur whenever he couldn’t take you himself. He spoiled you, making sure you wouldn’t have to lift a single finger to get anywhere—and yet, you yearned to be on the road. So much so that you got your driver’s license behind his back.
Throughout the days leading up to Christmas, he dropped hints here and there and mentioned other things he could get you—such as the popular So Kate heels and a new thick winter coat with fur. Expecting praise and an elated reaction, it hurt when he was met instead with disinterested grunts and disdain.
Back to the drawing board he went.
“No… no, this isn’t right either,” your husband mumbled to himself, swiping through a fashion catalog. You had practically worn it all. Your walk-in closet took up the entire left wing of the house, all thanks to him. He had seen you in the newest fall collection of every designer brand he could think of, even his father’s own line.
He wanted to get you something you would never forget. So, he would have to get personal.
Henry. Sometimes his comrade in games, other times his foe—the one who liked to go toe-to-toe with him. In the end, no matter how they felt about each other, Henry was his son, so he had to listen to him.
Henry returned to his father’s office with a worn-out brown leather bag—one his father remembered as always being comically stuffed to the brim with a mix of your belongings and Henry’s toys.
You were overly protective of this purse, no matter how many times your husband told you to get rid of it. You claimed that it was the most expensive purchase you had ever made back in the day—that you scrimped and saved just to buy it with your barista salary.
It landed on the desk with a loud thump, several of your lipsticks and bits of random junk spilling out. Your bag—or rather, a thoroughly abused sack—was hanging by a thread. The gold plating on the hardware had rubbed off, revealing the metal underneath. The single pocket it had wouldn’t even close; the zipper was missing, leaving it perpetually open.
As he dug deeper, pulling out more clutter, his hands found your thick wallet.
The hundreds of dollars he had given you had been broken down into twenties, fives, and ones. He tossed it aside, thinking nothing of it—until he grabbed your passport next.
“Odd…” he murmured, now noticing that both your birth certificate and Henry’s were inside as well.
“Fuck…” he breathed, flipping the bag over and dumping the rest of its contents onto the desk.
Important documents—the passports, wads of cash bundled together with your hair tie—and now… your phone felt heavy in his hand.
He typed in your birthday. It didn’t work. He tried his own; the lock screen barely budged. Only when he entered Henry’s did the phone finally open to your home screen.
He went through your messages. A short list of names appeared—his at the very top and pinned, your parent right below, a couple of friends, and then John.
John?
Your husband did a double take. Were you cheating on him? He gulped thickly, his thumb hovering over the name. If you were, he could find all the proof and evidence right now. Blood rushed to his face, his ears turning bright red as his heart hammered in his chest. He didn’t even want to imagine you entertaining another man, but it would certainly explain why you had been acting so distant. Perhaps you were planning on leaving him for this John.
He couldn’t do it.
“This is…” He sharply inhaled, turning back to his son, who was still idly waiting to be dismissed. “This is perfect, Henry. Thank you,” he said tightly.
He then roughly shoves the rest of the contents into a safe, quickly hiding it away with a satisfying click of the lock. He pocketed your phone, and was now examining the bag with a scrutinizing gaze.
Christmas came by fast.
Henry wore the same pajamas as you—decked out in red velvet with white, shimmering snowflakes printed across the fabric of his shirt, matching joggers, and elf slippers with a little bell hanging from the curved, pointed tip. He was already sipping on a warm glass of milk by the tree, one hand fishing for another cookie from the tin beside him.
Henry had opened most of his presents, his attention now focused on the array of trucks spread out in front of him.
You were seated by the couch, a camera resting in your lap as you smiled fondly at your enthusiastic toddler. You hadn’t even noticed the dark, looming presence nearby—a large box held firmly in his hands.
“It’s your turn, honey.”
“Oh, you didn’t have to get me anything—”
“Nonsense.”
He stared down at you blankly, barely breathing or blinking, his hands tucked into his pockets as he impatiently tapped his foot. You began to feel unnerved by how silent he was.
Usually, he was jumping with joy, urging you to open the countless gifts he bought you. But this year, there was only one.
“Is it more lingerie?” you joked, slowly lifting the lid of the box.
“Ha,” he replied dryly.
“Well, no matter what it is. I’m sure it’s wonderful.” You give him a quick smile before pulling back the tissue paper.
“It’s… oh, uh…” You pursed your lips, lost for words, and your hand stilling just above the familiar orangish-brown leather.
It looked revived—restored to a condition far better than when you had first bought it. The leather was supple again, no longer cracked or dulled by years of wear, its color rich and even, as though time itself had been reversed. The hardware gleamed, polished back to its original luster, free of scratches and tarnish. The handle—once frayed and threatening to snap—was now seamless and sturdy beneath your fingers.
When you dared to peer inside, your breath caught. The interior had been thoroughly cleaned, every stain gone, the lining crisp and immaculate, as if it had never carried years’ worth of clutter and receipts.
When you finally locked eyes with him, all you felt was existential dread.
Without thinking, your tone turned accusatory.
“Where’s my stuff?”
“Un-fucking-believable,” he muttered under his breath as he turned on his heel. He stormed toward the bedroom, you trailing hot on his heels.
You called his name, grabbing his wrist, but he yanked his arm away immediately—reacting as though your touch had burned his skin. He led you into the bedroom and carefully closed the door behind you.
“I’ll ask you again,” you said, forcing your shaking voice to steady. “Where’s my stuff?”
“That’s all you care about?” He whipped around to face you, his hands clenched into tight fists.
He then pulled out your phone, dangling it in the air. “Is this what you’re looking for?” he grated, his eyes dragging slowly up and down your tense form before narrowing into sharp slits when they reached your face.
“God, why can’t you just fucking care about our relationship for once?” he snapped. “We have a child. We have a family—we’re married, y/n!”
“You’re ungrateful, and I’ve turned soft. You make me soft—dumb, even. I should’ve known you were cheating on me.” he angrily continued.
“I’m not cheating,” you huffed, gritting your teeth. “You made me cut ties with every man I know. My life revolves entirely around you and your selfish desires.”
“Is that why you ran to your little John?”
Of course he had been able to get into your phone. You didn’t want to tell him that you were lawyering up, trying to at least keep one part of your already blown up plan under wraps.
“Did he touch you?” he asked quietly, his body tightly coiled. It was a question meant more for himself than for you—his mind already whirling with images of this strange man laying hands on his wife, spiraling into a gut-wrenching, tumultuous storm of thought.
He stiffened, his grip tightening around your phone as an unsavory image crossed his mind. His jaw clenched shut as he began to pace back and forth, restrained fury simmering just beneath the surface.
He yells, then your phone is thrown onto the floor. It breaks.
All you could do was slink down the wall, holding your knees close to your chest as he rants. You don’t even remember when he finally stops, the angry stomps coming to an end.
You disassociate when he grabs onto your arms, shaking your body to force out a response. When he gets none, you find yourself on the bed with him on top of you.
His eyes locked onto yours—deadly, resolute, determined to hurt you. Only when you saw his hands moving toward your neck did you finally scream, thrashing beneath him.
You say two strangled words to save yourself. Complete lies, but the black dots dissipate and your vision becomes clear again. His awfully sickly sweet smile quickly appears, attention now on your stomach.
Summary: He didn't like you, that's what you thought. That's what he thought. But when you show him a little bit of care and love, there is no way he won't fall in love with you.
Peeking from the library door, you made sure everybody had abandoned the corridors. Your eyes drifted around the halls of the floor, only to find it as empty as a dessert. You sighed in relief and quickly made your way towards the stairs which were on the other side of the hallway.
You ran hastily through the hallway, a few steps away from the entrance, only to be tripped down by an obstacle.
A deep chuckle was heard and you didn't have to try hard to remember who it belonged to.
"Isn't it a bit late for you to be on the premises?" He mocked, to which, his friend Yugyeom chuckled.
You kept your head low, not replying to anything he says. You had learnt by now, if you don't reply to him he probably would let you go.
"Are you mute?" He growled as he yanked fistfuls of your hair.
"Let go of me" you whispered, trying hard not get annoyed at him.
"Well, what would you do if I let go of you? Are you going home early just so you can fuck some random dude?" He insulted you.
You won't let him go away just like that. If he thinks he can insult you and get away with it, he's very much wrong and you very well know how to get back at him.
You internally smirked at your upcoming words, "I don't mind fucking random dudes, as long as they aren't you."
Slap
Your cheek stung at the impact. You knew you made him hurt his ego, which left you satisfied.
Meanwhile Yugyeom and Eunwoo stood there with their eyes wide. None of them speaking anything. It was the first time Jungkook got physical.
"Pathetic" He spat and left from the scene.
"Why can't he just let me live?" You muttered and got up, ready to leave.
___
You were halfway through and a familiar voice called out.
"Y/N!" Eunwoo yelled, while running towards you.
"I didn't imagine seeing you here." He smiled, his hands in his pockets.
"I live here, so it's me, who didn't imagine you being here." You pointed out.
"I just shifted a yesterday, a few blocks way from here." He pointed his finger towards the direction.
Your place was just a few steps away from here so you decided to walk with him. Besides he wasn't annoying like Jungkook so you had no problem.
"Sorry, but you'll have to go alone from here, my place is here." You pointed towards your abode.
You were ready to leave, but Eunwoo grabbed your hand, stopping you. "I'm sorry but, do you mind if we go together to school in the morning?" He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I don't mind. Just text me when you are ready." You agreed to which he fished out his phone.
"For that I need your number." He smiled, you looked at him not sure if you want to.
"Only if you don't give it Jungkook." You warned, typing your number in his phone.
You do not want Jungkook to have your number, dealing with him in school is enough, you don't want him bullying socially as well.
___
"Y/N, Mr. Yang is calling you." The class president informed and went to sit on his seat.
"What does he need me for?" You furrowed your brows while turning to look at Jaehyun.
"I don't know but I saw him scolding Jungkook. Seems like you have to deal with him." He looked at you apologetically.
You cried internally as you made your way towards the staff room.
Knocking on the door you entered once you heard a muffled 'come in'
"Ah, Y/N, I want you to do something." You tried your best to focus on what Mr. Yang has to say rather than Jungkook who's rolling his eyes.
"I want you to help Jungkook in math." He declared. You could here Jungkook groaning in annoyance. It's not like you want to even breath near him.
"Why me, sir?" You asked innocently, "I mean there are others who can do this job." You added.
"Oh, you can do this better. Also, I've noticed you've got this sharp which shuts him up." You were confused at his statement.
Is he praising me or taunting me?
"Okay, I'll do it." You fake smiled.
___
"You look ugly" He 'complimented', walking behind you.
"Then shouldn't you stay away from me?" He frowned. He didn't like how you had answers to whatever he says.
"Aren't you getting too bold nowadays, bitch?" He hissed, his long strides making his way towards you and slamming your body against the wall.
"What if I am? Is there anything you can do about it?" You gritted your teeth, staring straight at him in the eyes.
"Know your place." He growled, eyes boring into your soul.
"I know my place very well, it's you who should know their place. You are not above me and I'm not going to be bullied by a spoiled brat." You mocked, pushing him away from you.
Jungkook was left speechless as he blankly looked at you walking away. He was glad no one was near, or else he would have been very much embarrassed.
___
"So you are now helping Jungkook?" Eunwoo asked as he walked beside you. Eunwoo and you had become good friends over the time and you were glad
Maybe, it isn't that bad having friends.
Jungkook popped out of nowhere, grabbing both of you by your shoulders, putting his entire weight on you and scaring you. Eunwoo didn't seem to be affected as if it's an everyday thing for him.
"Are you both going on a date?" He inquired with a slight hint of jealousy which obviously went unnoticed by you but not Eunwoo. He knew Jungkook like the back of his hands.
"We are going home." You huffed, trying to get his arm out of your shoulders.
"Isn't your house from the other side?" Jungkook's curiously asked with eyebrows furrowed.
"I shifted a few days ago." Eunwoo spoke dryly, "And where are you off to if I may ask?"
"Oh, this lady here is doing my homework." You scoffed at his statement.
"I'm HELPING you complete your work. Not completing it for you." You emphasised the word "helping"
You were starting to get a minor headache just by his presence. You don't know what will happen till the end of the day.
___
"Aren't you going to give your guest some snacks?" He mocked you.
"Wait here, I'll get you something." You got up and left.
Jungkook scanned your room, chuckling to himself. Your room was messy as if not cleaned in days. If it was his father he would have surely gotten a beating.
You came back with a some snacks and pushed them towards Jungkook.
"Why isn't your room clean" He smirked, teasing you.
"I was going to when I come back home. But now I have to babysit you." You yawned, already tired in his presence.
He doesn't answer you, deciding to start doing his homework. You were halfway through your work when you saw a glimpse of Jungkook's book.
He hadn't even completed the first one.
"Do you need help?" You offered.
"As if I would take your help, loser." He scoffed.
Why would he even need your help? He was only working on this because it benefit him.
"I won't. But you are going to answer Mr. Yang tomorrow." You threatened, smirking at the way he stiffened.
"Fine." He gritted his teeth, not liking the way you were threatening him.
"Finally!" Jungkook groaned, "I'm outta this shit. Don't want to see your face anymore."
"Shouldn't I be the one to say that." You muttered irritatingly.
You were done packing your stuff and you realised that Jungkook hadn't moved even after packing his own stuff. So you raised your brows at him questioningly to which he simply smirked.
"Aren't you supposed to escort your guest?" He teased with his eyebrows raised.
You wanted nothing more than to throw the entire study at him. How can someone be so annoying?
___
"Finally, he is gone." You groaned, you eyes closed as you dramatically fell on the couch. Your eyes moving to look at the clock.
5:45 pm.
Your father comes home by 7:30 so you had some time to prepare dinner. You hesitated a bit because you were mentally exhausted thanks to Mr. Jeon. But you still made your way towards the kitchen to make dinner.
Your father arrived soon and you both sat for dinner after he had changed into his night dress.
"Had you fallen asleep? The dinner was late today." He asked, eating his salad.
"A friend of mine was here. Our math teacher wanted me to help him with his homework. Jungkook is his name, he went home pretty late." You replied, taking a seat and serving yourself.
"That reminds me, how are you studies going? Do you need any help?" He asked, keeping his chopstick away and folding his hands. You knew this conversation is going to be serious.
"My studies are going great, dad." You replied with a genuine smile. "Afterall, I need to work hard to become a doctor."
It was your dream to become a doctor, that's where your interest lies. Not because your father would be proud, he would be, but because you truly want to be a doctor.
"Do you really want to do this?" He inquired. He didn't want you to do something you don't have any interest in.
"I really want this, dad. I'm serious." You replied, determination clearly seen in your eyes.
"If that's what you want. I don't mind even you become someone's maid, I just want you to do what you truly wish for. I'll support you no matter what."
You wanted to cry at his tiny speech. How did you end up with such an amazing father?
"I will work hard, dad."
___
You found a perfect place to study in the library, near the window. It was your favourite place, even though it makes you fall sleepy but he natural light just helps your mood to light up.
The past few months, you and Jungkook had become quite good friends. You chuckled to yourself, at the beginning of the school year you wanted nothing more than to choke him and now here he was, your best buddy.
You grabbed your geography book and started preparing your notes, oblivious to everything happening around you.
Meanwhile,
"What are you doing!?" Yugyeom shrieked dramatically at Jungkook's actions.
He couldn't believe his eyes, did Jungkook, who hates you, just write 'have a good day' on a sticky note and stuck on your locker? While Jungkook himself doesn't let you have a good day?
"Don't you think it's the wrong locker?" Eunwoo questioned.
"It's Y/N’s locker, right?" He raised a brow. He didn't understand why these dorks were overreacting.
"Since ya'll wonder what changed, let me tell you. We pretty much get along now. I don't understand why did I even get irritated with her for no reason." Jungkook smiled.
"You're wasted, bro." Yugyeom commented and left followed by Eunwoo.
"I'm really wasted." He chuckled to himself, fishing out his phone from his pocket and texting you.
"I'm not done with my homework again, help me, brat."
He eyes lit up as you texted him back.
"Okay, at my place after school, pig"
___
"What problem are you having?" You asked not even glancing at him, busy removing your own books.
"Nothing, I just wanted to spend some time with you." He stated and you looked at him in disbelief.
"You lied to me." You gasped unbelievably. While Jungkook just chuckled like a baby.
"Would have accepted if I told you the truth?" He inquired. In a way he was correct, you would have declined hanging out with him because 1) exams are near and you are not compromising on that 2) you will get into a good university and make your father proud. But just one day won't get you failed, right?
"Okay, just today and after this I'm going to study and you will as well." You demanded.
"As you wish, madam." He raised his hand making 'I surrender' gesture.
"So, what do you want to do?" You asked folding your legs.
"Disney and chill." He exclaimed, clapping his hand like a child.
"Then let's go!" You exclaimed and ran towards the living room with Jungkook following behind. Loving the way you were behaving. His mind went back two months ago, how you would insult him as he would mock you, and now you behaved as if you had been friends for years.
"What do you want to watch?" You asked as you turned on Netflix, not even looking at Jungkook.
"Fifty shades of grey" He whispered seductively near your ears, his hot breath tickling your neck. You knew he was teasing you and you clearly knew how to handle him.
"Okay! Mulan it is!" You exclaimed and jumped on the couch. Jungkook sighed at you. Why are you like this? Chuckling to himself, he made his way towards the couch, cuddling you.
You were completely focused in the movie to notice Jungkook slowly shifting more towards you. His arms slyly made his way around your shoulders, pulling you more towards him.
As the movie continued, he realised you had fallen asleep. It was perhaps time for him to go back home, he wanted to stay but he couldn’t. So he left a note on the table informing you why he isn't there beside you.
He quickly clicked a picture of you and left from there.
___
Jungkook stared at his phone, a small smile on his face. He was feeling ecstatic, maybe because something good was happening with him or maybe because you and him were finally becoming close. He didn't know why but he was just happy.
Ringing the bell of his door, the maid opened the door for him. He rolled his eyes as he came into the view of his father.
He was surrounded by alcohol which made Jungkook's nose scrunch in disgust.
"Where are you going, brat?" He slurred. He got up from his seat and made his way towards Jungkook.
"You are tired, you should go to sleep." Jungkook spoke calmly, not mentioning the word 'drunk' as to not make him angry.
"Are you done fooling around?" His father spat, Jungkook tried hard not to say something that would upset his father.
"That's what you do all day... just fool around." He added, "just like your mother, you are nothing but a burden to me." He growled, his eyes red from all the alcohol he consumed.
"Then why don't you just give up on me?" Jungook growled, having enough of his bullshit.
"I gave up on you a long time ago." Those words seemed to stung Jungkook in his heart. Tears lined his eyes as any moment he would cry.
He knew his father won't even remember what happened once he is sober. But he knows one thing for sure, drunk words are often said with sober heart.
"Then go to hell." Jungkook muttered. His eyes finally filled with tears tears of anguish.
His response made his father boil with anger and in an instant he lunged forward and punched Jungkook.
"I hate you-" Jungkook's legs moved on his own, leaving the place "I hate you so fucking much." He whispered with utter hatred for his father.
___
You were tidying your bed when your phone buzzed, upon viewing it was none other than Jungkook. Thinking he is bored, you decided to let it ring.
The ringing stopped and after a while there was a message.
"Please pick up."
You furrowed your brows at the text. If he's that desperate, it means the matter must be urgent. Before you could call him back your phone buzzed again, it was Jungkook.
"Hello?"
"Are you at home right now?" He questioned. His voice sounded broken.
"I am." You answered softly. There was silence for a moment and you swore you heard him sniffle.
"Can I come?" He breathed out. It seemed as if he was trying to control his breaths.
"Fine, you can come." You stated softly.
A few moments later, the doorbell rung. You made your way towards the door and opened it only to find Jungkook.
Maybe he was already near my house?
Your eyes widened as you saw Jungkook's busted lip, his eyes puffy and swollen. You could see dry tears on his cheek as well.
"Jungkook, who did this to you?!" You shrieked. Out out nowhere, he pulled you in for a hug.
You were taken aback when you heard him sobbing. But you let him knowing he needs to let it out. You hugged him back, gently rubbing your hands on his back to sooth him.
Moments passed, but none of you pulling back. He felt safe in your arms, he felt comfort and at ease. Comfort and safety, something he felt when his mother was alive. Now the feeling was foreign to him.
"Jungkook-" You whispered. His hold tightened on you.
"Come in. Someone might see us in this position." You reasoned with him. You could he was hesitant, but he slowly let you go.
You made him sit on the dining table and gave him a glass of water.
"Have you had your dinner?" You questioned with a worried tone to which he shaked his head denial.
The doorbell rang one more time, indicating it must be your father. Jungkook seemed to be panicked, he doesn't know why, but there was a slight rush of panic in his chest.
"Jungkook, go to my room and lock the door." You ushered him and he ran towards your room without any arguments.
___
Jungkook fiddled with his fingers, thinking of what happend a few hours earlier. He hadn't realised until now that his own father thought of him as a burden.
He wanted to prove him wrong, he wanted to prove that he is not a burden. He realises that he is not good in his academics but he is trying. He is trying his best.
All he wants his father is to understand him, the way you do. The way to told him that he can do it if he works hard. Instead all he got in return was "You are just a burden."
All his life he only had his mother to take care of him. On the other hand, his father was workaholic who was always either working overseas or coming back home at midnight.
After his mother died, Jungkook had become lonely. While his father had work to keep him busy, there was no one for Jungkook. He was left to deal with himself.
He flinched a bit when the door opened but relaxed soon when he realised it's you. You had a tray of food in your hand. His stomach growled making him embarrassed.
"Here, have some. You'll feel better." You pushed the tray towards him.
He smiled at your gesture. It had been a long time since he ate a proper home cooked meal.
"It's tasty, did you make it?" He asked as he took a bite of kimchi friend rice.
"Yes, I'm sorry there isn't much. Since it's just me and my dad." You scratched the back of your neck awkwardly.
"Who did that to you? If you are comfortable to speak about it?" You asked as softly as you could, trying to make him feel safe.
"It's...... just, my father was home drunk and...." He was in tears as he recalled what happened "...and he started lashing out at me." You hugged him tightly, trying to sooth him as tears started forming in his eyes again. "He said I'm just a burden and should have died with my mother."
You felt sympathy for him. He looked so broken at the moment. You didn't know how long had this been going on. You didn't know he was so lonely.
"Everything will be fine." You soothed him, patting his back. He pulled back as he stared at you in guilt.
"I've hurt you as well, haven't I?" He gazed at you, guilt swimming in his eyes. "Do you forgive me?" His eyes held hope as he asked for forgiveness.
You smiled at him, "I forgive you." You forgave him. Afterall he just needed someone to talk to him or understand him. Maybe annoying and irritating you was his way grabbing your attention?
"I need to leave, my father must have fallen by now. Sorry for disturbing you." He apologised, smiling slightly through his eyes.
"Nope, dumbass. You didn't bother me at all. You can come to me whenever you want to. I'll always be there for you." You mumbled, making sure to keep your voice low as to not make your father suspicious of someone being in your room.
You tiptoed towards the back door, Jungkook following behind you like a lost puppy, making sure not to make any sound.
Before leaving, he hugged you tightly, "Thank you, Y/N." He smiled and left, but not before kissing your right cheek, leaving you flustered.
Since then you and the duo could clearly see the change in Jungkook. He would rather spend his time studying in library than fooling around with Yugyeom and since Yugyeom had nothing else to do, he joined Jungkook in the library as well.
"That's how it's done." Jungkook explained Eunwoo as Yugyeom stared at him with adoration in his eyes. Jungkook was changing, for better and his happiness is all he wished for.
Yugyeom and Eunwoo both knew about Jungkook's life and they made sure that they try to make him happy and to ignore his father's behaviour. They even knew about Jungkook's growing affection towards you and they dare not tell you about it, because Jungkook wanted to tell you himself and he would kill the duo if they breathed a word about it.
Exams had soon approached and Jungkook was doing his best and you could see the fruits of it.
You both made a habit to check the answers after the exams and Jungkook got most of them correct.
"Hey, you are coming to the party tonight, right?" He asked over the phone.
"Ofcourse, kook. Why wouldn't I?" You chuckled.
"Great, I something to speak about." He hung up right after that, leaving no room for questions.
"He's wierd"
___
You watched with happiness as everyone was having fun and enjoying themselves. It was your graduation and soon everyone will continue their education in different universities and institutions.
You were a bit sad, you didn't wish to leave this place. You've made a lot of memories here and Jungkook.
You wonder if he is with his friends. You can't see him anywhere so maybe he is with them.
You flinched when someone patted on your back, sighing in relief knowing it was Jungkook.
He had a soft smile on his face as he looked at you with adoration in his eyes. His suit made him look ethereal.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" You spoke loudly, as he couldn't hear you because of the speakers.
He leaned into your ears, his hot breath tickling your skin as he spoke with his smooth voice, "I wanted to speak to you about something."
He grabbed your hands making sure to intertwine your hand with his. The gesture had you blushing.
He took you on the school rooftop and closed the door behind him to have some privacy.
You gazed up at the night sky in an awe. The stars add beauty to the sky, making it look heavenly.
While you were occupied with sky-gazing, Jungkook was enamoured by you. He slowly made his way towards you, his orbs not moving away from you.
You didn't flinch when he back hugged you tenderly, inhaling your scent. His lips leaving tender kisses near your neck which made you squirm in discomfort.
"J-jungkook-" You called out, "what do you want to talk about?" You turned around, still in his embrace.
"I couldn't understand how your presence suffocated me, yet brought me happiness." He confessed, grabbing your wrists and planting a soft kiss on your fingers, eyes boring into you.
"But then when you comforted me, made me realise that I'm worth it. I'm special." Your heart skipped a beat as he kissed inside your wrist.
"And now I'm crazy about you." He confessed as he dived in for a kiss.
You stood there blankly, too stunned to process anything. You didn't know or understand what to do.
Did you love Jungkook?
The question rang inside your head many times and you knew the answer to them. You only loved him as a friend.
You weren't the one for him and he wasn't the one for you either. But you don't wish to break his heart, but you cannot give him false hope as well.
You weren't kissing him back and Jungkook had noticed. He pulled back and cupped your cheeks gently, looking into your orbs fondly.
"Is something wrong?" He questioned.
"I-i'm sorry, Jungkook. But... I don't think this... is going anywhere. We aren't meant to be." You frowned.
"You and I.... we aren't meant to be. What you have for me is admiration. It's not love.... and... I don't have feelings for you either." You voiced your side of feelings. "We are just friends, Jungkook."
"We are not just friends and you fucking know it." He snapped, having enough of your shit.
"You are not supposed to have feelings for me!" You screamed. "This wasn't supposed to happen!"
"Why can't this happen? Don't you love me as well? Don't you have feelings for me?" Tears lined Jungkook's eyes as he whispered those words to you.
"I'm sorry, you deserve better." With that you ran away from there, leaving Jungkook heartbroken.
He knew you wanted to be a doctor, it was your dream and perhaps it was selfish of him to keep you to himself.
He wanted to be with you so badly, that he forgot you and shifting to another tomorrow. His eyes widened at the realisation.
Shit
He forgot about the fact that this was perhaps the last time he is seeing you. He needed to do something soon.
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"I'm so sorry, I couldn't drop you. I’ll meet you at the airport." You father said from the other side.
"It's okay, dad. I'll reach the airport by myself. Its fine." You assured him, locking the door in the process.
You cut and call and made your way towards the cab. You had already booked a cab online so you didn't have to worry about that.
However, you were shocked to see Eunwoo. He stood at the gating, perhaps waiting for you.
"So, this is the last time I see you, huh." He said, hugging you in the process.
"I heard what happened with Jungkook last night." You frowned at his statement.
"I feel bad, but I only see him as a friend, nothing more." You replied.
"Don't worry, he'll be fine over the time." He assured, "Anyways, you should get going." He motioned towards the waiting cab.
He hugged you one last time, opening the cab door as he let go of you.
"Have a safe flight." He stated, closing the door of the cab.
He looked at the fading figure of the vehicle, guilt swimming in his orbs.
"I'm sorry, Y/N."
"Why isn't he me back?" You muttered as you kept texting Jungkook. You wanted to speak to him one last time.
"Maybe he is made at me?" You questioned.
"Who is mad at you?" The cab driver asked. Looking at you from the mirror.
"Oh, a friend of mine." You replied sadly.
You looked up to see the driver, he had the same doe eyes as Jungkook.
Could that be?
No there are so many people with doe eyes, it must be because you missed him.
"You still call him a friend?" The driver chuckled. What does he mean by 'still'?
You looked at him wide eyes, recognising the voice, "Jungkook?"
"The one and only baby" He chuckled darkly.
"Let me go, Jungkook." You exclaimed, angry that he pulled such sick joke.
"I'm not letting you go, I know you love me too." He exclaimed, frustrated.
You soon realised he was taking you to the airport, but somewhere else. The thought of getting kidnapped was enough to terrify you to no end.
"Jungkook, please. Just let me go." You cried.
"Just give me some time to atleast prove my affections for you." He stated, calmly. But you could point out the mischief in his voice.
He stopped infront of a mansion and got off. He came towards you and opened the car door. You gave him no response and just sat blankly. He had enough of your stubbornness and pulled you out by your arms.
"Welcome home, baby." He said, throwing you over his shoulders.
"And yeah, if you think my father is inside and will help you...." there was a pause and you couldn't see a smirk growing on his face
You haven’t been taking his calls or answering his texts.
He’d been occupied enough not to take notice for a while, or feel too miffed even if he did. He figured you were busy too. But not even granting him a spare minute ain’t like you. From the very start of your arrangement, even when battling exams and deadlines, you’ve always made time.
Sure, you’ve missd a few messages here and there, but you’ve always spammed him with apologetic texts and cute little emojis afterward, followed by a rambling phone call—sweet little voice in his ear while he’s been out on patrol, telling him stupid little nothings and asking him stupid little questions, taking his mind off the tough shit like you do so well.
But lately? Fucking radio silence.
Now, despite his reputation, he can be an understanding guy. He’s aware that you have a life outside of being his sugarbaby. And shit’s been known to come up, after all—you could be busy with school, friends, family—there could be a lot of reasons behind it. Heck, he’d even be fine if it were simply because you wanted some space. And though he’d appreciate a heads-up, he’s not so pigheaded to feel entitled to one.
But this? Sending back his money? Now, that just makes no fucking sense.
The fuck does that even mean, huh? What, so you’re just done now, suddenly? No more? Like what? Did he do something? Say something? Fuck you wrong?
Nah, you got some explaining to do, which is why, unprofessional as it may be, but right on character, he’s outside the door to the little apartment he’s been paying for one early Saturday morning, tapping his foot in the wait after knocking.
And boom, there you are, a minute later, in pajamas, a cozy cardigan wrapped around you with a pair of slippers on your feet, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes, with a croaky little, “Hello?”
He doesn’t return it—too busy taking you in. He hasn’t seen you in a couple of months. Four now. Maybe more. Shit, must be, right? Because he’s certain that big ass baby bump on your belly wasn’t there before.
“Mr. Bakugou!” Your eyes shoot open wider than twin moons once you notice him, instinctively wrapping the cardigan around yourself as though to hide what he’d already seen.
You give up on the effort only a beat later, realizing it was too late, only to start bawling, those much awaited apologizing barreling off your wet lips as you drop your pitiful face in your hands, “I–I–I’m sorry–I didn’t realize, and before I–before I knew it–it was already too late–I’m–I’m sorry–”
All the stuff he’d had on his chest goes out the window, and instead of giving you an earful, he goes mute, only able to stare at you for what feels like an eternity in his head, thoughts speeding along like cars on a highway. Before any of them settle, something more primal takes the wheel, and with a big scarred hand on your belly and the other on the small of your back, he turns you around and guides you inside.
Swallowing thickly, his mind finally catches up with his body, and he notices he’s using his father’s tactics and feels grateful for having picked them up. Shit, he even sounds like him, saying softly, “Let’s go sit.”
He gets down close with you on the couch, knee against your thigh as he takes your hand in his, feeling it squeeze him back in tremors while he looks at you as you cry—glossy-cheeked and raw-eyed—by the looks of your state, he doubts it’s just from today.
He waits on you until your tears calm down into sniffles before speaking, reciting comforting lines he’d heard before. “Hey, I'm not mad. Alright?” His other hand gently angles your chin as he finds your eyes and locks gaze. “No one’s mad at you. You understand?”
Your lip still wobbles, breath shaky with blurred and bleary orbs swimming in salt. Still, you end up nodding your head.
“Good. Now…” he continues, making sure to keep his voice low. “What are you sending my money back for?”
With your teeth planted in your lip, the tears resurface. “I…” you gasp. “I don’t know what I’m doing, but–” Tripping over your own sniveling, you shake your head. “But I can’t work for you when I’m like this.”
You’re sobbing again now. And no longer able to sit idly by and give you your space, he pulls you close. Admonishing you softly, “What are you talking about?” while you cling to him, bawling harder now into his chest.
He holds you like that for a while, thinking about what a dumb idiot you are. What was your plan? To hide it from him? Raise the kid by yourself while still in university? Give it up for adoption? His head spins with unanswered questions, but now’s not the time, feeling you jolt along with your hiccups as your crying slowly dies down again, leaving your body slack with exhaustion.
“Alright then,” he starts anew. “So, here’s what’s going to happen, you listenin’?”
You nod your head against his shoulder, and he continues, “We’re gonna pack a bag, alright? Just essentials, I’ll buy whatever else you need. Then we’ll get you in the car and drive back to my place. It’ll be easier for me to take care of yah there. I have cooks, trainers, and a doctor on house call. You’ll have everything you need.”
You pull away at that—weak-limbed like you barely have the strength. And yet, you use the last of it to give him a guilty look. “But-”
“No buts,” he cuts you off firmly, though sweetly, “We’ll figure out the rest together, alright? Don’t worry.” Cupping your cheek in his warm hand, you nuzzle into it with another shivering sniffle, so rattled and brittle against him, he’s sure that one meek protest was all you had the strength for.
He can’t believe you’ve kept this from him all this time, carrying it alone like an idiot.
“In any case, you’re not staying here alone. And that’s final.”
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Thinking about Yandere Gojo notorious for getting into fights in school. The top student despite seeming to spend most of his time wandering the halls. Pretty face and tall build making him immensely popular amongst the students and even some teachers. Gojo who everyone talks about but few talk to unless they want something from him.
Teachers thought you would be a good, calming influence on him. The only person they could think of to seat next to him in classes trusting that neither would you be provoked by him picking a fight with you and neither would you try to flirt with him. He found you boring like the rest of your peers did until you made the mistake of defending him.
Word count: 12k+ (Supposed to be 2k but this monstrosity got away from me)
Note: Not canon-compliant, yandere and violent behaviour. Slow burn yandere, takes a while to get to the crazy.
Gojo took one look at the nerd sitting in the desk next to his usual one at the back next to the window and glanced over to the balding homeroom teacher with his brows raised. There was no way you had sat there of your own accord. You looked too puny to be trying to take him on for strongest in the school and if you were there to flirt you at least would have tried to tame down the bedhead a little.
He set down his bag on the table, seeing you jump as his textbooks knocked against the wood and made a loud noise. Reminding him of a jumpy little rabbit but still you didn't even turn to look his way. He pulled out the chair and slumped down on it, long legs having trouble fitting beneath the desk, another reason he liked to sit at the back so he had a little extra room.
"Hey rabbit, why are you sitting here?" Gojo asked.
"Sugoshi Sensei asked me to." You responded without taking your eyes off the workbook you were furiously scribbling on.
Gojo turned his glare back to the balding man at the front, rolling his eyes when the man was already looking at him. He wasn't an asshole enough to make your life hard when you clearly had no interest being here anymore than he wanted you here, but the old geezer definitely had it coming. Gojo liked resting his legs up on that desk next to him but now he'd have to sit straight while the old bore droned on.
He didn't go to his next period, choosing instead to walk over to the convenience store and buy himself a chocolate milk. Wandering around the little streets that surrounded the school instead of going to his second period.
When he got to third period he was surprised to see you sitting next to his usual spot again. The teacher of this class a middle aged woman who liked to hold him back to discuss his future and then make eyes at him while she told him about how she believed in his potential. It was too bad she wasn't his type and she certainly wasn't getting so much as a graze of his hand now with the stunt she'd pulled.
It was like you were in every class, there before he was. Taking up the desk he normally used as a leg rest. He ignored you in the rest of the classes, legs cramped by last period from being forced to fold uncomfortably on the low chairs that weren't made for people as tall as him.
He took the long way to the internet cafe he usually went to afterschool, the other kids who had taken to frequenting it because he went there taking up all the computers, except the one with the buggy mouse.
"Hey move." Gojo said to one of the kids whose name he couldn't be bothered to remember who sat at his usual computer. It had the vantage point of the screen not being turned towards the rest of the cafe so he could do whatever he wanted without everyone gawking at his screen. The kid with the buzzcut turned, standing up to his full height that was still a good six inches below Gojo.
"And if I don't?" The boy asked making Gojo smile for the first time that day.
He invited him outside politely, not wanting to risk getting banned from the internet cafe. Leaving buzzcut leaned up against a tree a couple storefronts down from the cafe with a bruised and swollen face, nearly out of consciousness but still managing to promise he would regret this making Gojo laugh.
Gojo returned to the cafe, the kids sitting inside quietening the moment he opened the door telling him all he needed to know about the topic for the day. Two of the guys left, presumably to go get their friend, though they weren't such great friends for waiting till after their friend had gotten a beating before making their move. It was a pity they were so disloyal, he could have used more of a workout today. Beating just one kid with a bad attitude wasn't enough to work out all the kinks in his muscles.
Over the next few days he went to class even less than usual, classes were unbearable as it was but having to sit in that tiny desk made them downright painful.
You had been worried when the teachers in each of your classes besides math and history told you to go sit next to Gojo Satoru. The boy with perpetually bruised knuckles who everyone knew better than to sit next to.
Gojo Satoru always sat with the utmost disrespect, long legs extended out before him and feet resting on the desk next to his, bright blue eyes either looking down at his phone or out the window.
A part of you had been convinced that you would get a black-eye for daring to take his footrest but didn't have the guts to argue with teachers. Hopefully he wouldn't hit you too hard and then they'd be forced to let you switch.
To your surprise Gojo simply ignored you after asking why you were sitting there. Being called a rabbit was strange but then Gojo never really remembered anyone's names, using descriptive terms or nicknames that no one questioned in their place.
He wasn't too bad to sit next to once you got over the initial anxiety that he was going to punch you. Quiet and didn't pester you with questions about the school work or borrowing your notes the way other kids did. Not that he'd need them, everyone knew Gojo got the best grades in the school. Though there were rumours that was due to his rich parents buying his grades but either way it left him uninterested in your school work.
Other than taking up too much room due to his hulking physique, he was actually an improvement from your past desk mates. Just if kids didn't swarm around your desks so much to talk to him, he would have been the ideal student to sit next to.
You struggled to focus on the math homework you still had to complete, having not been able to get through all the problems during lunch while a group of students loudly giggled and jeered around you.
Two of the idiots were playing catch over your head with their gym bag that smelt putrid. You held your hand up to your nose to try to block out the smell, glancing back just in time to see one of the idiots trip while trying to catch the bag, flailing to stop himself from falling forwards and onto you. You barely had time to put your hands up in front of your face, hoping only to minimize damage but a large pale hand caught hold of the boy’s hoodie, tugging backwards to keep him from falling onto you.
"Watch it sweaty pits, you nearly crushed the rabbit." Gojo said, answering your question as to who the terrible smelling bag belonged to.
"Thanks." You said and Gojo only nodded, going right back to his conversation with a girl who was practically standing on his feet while flirting.
A couple days later in third period he dropped down a chocolate milk on your desk.
"BOGO at the convenience store. You want it?" He asked and you nodded, hesitantly grabbing it. He looked away, spending the rest of the period staring out the window as usual and after carefully inspecting the carton to ensure it hadn't been tampered with as subtly as you could, you opened it and drank the chocolate milk while taking notes.
You were discomforted by the way the teacher of this class stared at the boy beside you. Walking by your desks often, resting a hand on his shoulder and asking him to start doing his work.
Her face turned red when she saw the disgusted look you hadn't even realized you were wearing seeing her grope Gojo's shoulder under the pretense of asking why he wasn't starting the homework assignment she gave. Gojo seemed to see it too and let out a bark of laughter making her look almost furious. Her glare softening as it turned on him when he rose to ask to go to the washroom, though he would most likely not come back the rest of the period.
You didn't know the boy who sat next to you in nearly every class well but knew enough from proximity alone to know that half of the rumours about him were a lie. He sadly really did earn his grades, finishing every exam and quiz first even though you spent so much more time studying than he did. And that basketball player's girlfriend everyone had accused him of seducing had been the one to fawn all over him in chemistry. Asking him repeatedly to go to her house for a study session.
So when you heard some students gossiping that the reason he was doing so well in English was because he hit on the teacher, you couldn't help yourself but pipe up to defend him.
"He's doing well because he's smart and for the record it's that creepy old woman that keeps hitting on him. If you don't know him, shouldn't you not talk about him?" You asked the group of freshman who were blocking your way into the library. Completely oblivious to Gojo who had been coming down the stairs and heard the way you defended him.
Blue eyes tracking you as you stomped past the group of horrified freshman who had seen him come up behind you to listen and feared they would get a demonstration of the infamous Gojo Satoru's fighting skills. It was lucky for them he was too preoccupied thinking about the loyal little rabbit he had never realized was brave enough to stick up for him to terrorize them.
From that day on Gojo Satoru stopped ignoring you, though you had no idea why. He pestered you about the homework you were working on, annoying you by telling you all the questions you had gotten wrong. Asking you what you did at lunch and surprised to hear you spent it in the library.
"So when do you eat?" He asked.
"I eat my lunch there too."
"They don't let you take the cafeteria food in there."
"I don't eat the cafeteria food." You said, leaving it at that but then curious about what you did eat he started following you to the library at lunch.
"Milk bread, is that really all you're eating?" He asked, fascinated by the way your ears reddened at the tips and you grumbled out about the cafeteria food being overpriced and not tasting as good as your milk bread.
"No wonder you're so short." He said and you simply blinked at him, not wanting to stroke his ego by saying he was a giant. Choosing to ignore him instead and hope he would go away.
"So where are your friends?" He asked.
"Don't have any." You mumbled, people would probably be embarrassed over that but it never really bothered you. You didn't have time for friends. You spent every spare moment in school studying or doing your homework since you worked a part-time job after school.
"Me neither." He said, blue eyes taking on a weird glint you missed since you had your head bent over your history notes.
You assumed he was merely trying to spare your feelings since he was constantly surrounded by others but Gojo didn't consider any of them to be his friend. Every one of them seemed to hover around him because they wanted something. To leech off his popularity, leech off his money or learn what it was like to sleep with the Gojo Satoru. All except you, who didn't really want to be there and never asked him for anything.
You had assumed his attention would be short-lived and once the curiosity he had about you was abated, he would go back to leaving you alone. Unfortunately that didn't happen. Suddenly he was attending every class, waiting out in the school yard till you arrived so he could walk with you to your first period. His attendance perfect in all classes besides the two he didn't have with you.
You weren't the biggest fan of the change, now with him taking up all your time with his chatter, you had less time to focus on your homework. That resulted in you having to do it at night when you got home from work which disrupted your sleep making you crankier.
You blamed it on your lack of sleep for getting you into this situation. 99% sure Gojo was about to punch your daylights out. He had been pestering you as usual while you did your math problems in homeroom silent study. Telling you in a sing-song voice that was getting on your last nerve that your answer was incorrect and he'd tell you where you went wrong if you looked at him.
"Do you ever shut up?" You asked, your voice rising over the quiet chatter of the other students which died out immediately as everyone heard what had been said to Gojo Satoru. Gojo had put kids in the hospital for far less. Your eyes widened in horror at realizing what you had said and more importantly to who.
Your face went pale as your heartbeat picked up. Blood rushing through your ears making you feel faint as you stayed deadly still, waiting for Gojo to make his move.
"Only when I'm eating. Say wanna share some of that milk bread of yours with me? I skipped breakfast to make it here on time." Gojo said and you could practically here everyone's jaws drop to the floor.
"H-here." You said, digging it out of your bag and offering it up to him with trembling hands. Hoping it would be seen as a peace offering and save your life.
"Thanks." He said, tearing it open and breaking off half. Holding the rest out to you which you took back gingerly. Flinching when he moved his hand back suddenly.
"Don't save it for lunch. I feel like eating pizza and you're coming with me." Gojo said and you nodded, wondering if this was a new form of bullying.
By the time lunch came around you had convinced yourself he was luring you off school grounds to beat you up. Somewhere secluded where no one would interfere.
You tried to make excuses to avoid going. Saying you had a test next period but the freak seemed to know even what was going on in the classes of yours he wasn't in. Then trying to tell him you had an appointment with the guidance counsellor but he merely told you to reschedule it. Telling him you were sick and couldn't eat didn't work because your stomach chose to growl loudly right at that moment making him laugh and snatch your bag. Swinging it over his shoulder and telling you the only way you'd get it back was if you went with him.
You couldn't afford to buy those textbooks again so you had to follow him. Wary eyes tracking his every movement, just waiting for him to try to shove you into an alleyway. When you made it to the pizza place without incident you were really quite confused. Asking for your bag back so you could pay for a slice after he was done ordering, his face blanking as he stared down at you.
"I ordered a whole pizza so we could share." He said.
"Oh well let me pay you for half then." You said, reaching for your bag again but he stepped out of the way.
"Don't worry about it." He said, ruffling your hair. Surprised at how soft it was. He reached for your hair again but you pushed away his hand with a glare that made him laugh. Jumpy as a rabbit and about as threatening as one too.
He'd never noticed before but you were oddly cute. Grumpy and withdrawn but in a way that came off as endearing instead of boring like he had first assumed. You glanced at him and a weird fluttering feeling occurred in his stomach, he would have thought he was sick if it hadn't been strangely pleasant.
You both sat there to have your pizza. Gojo quizzing you on all your favourite foods and polishing off slice after slice with ease. You ate about a quarter of the pizza before declaring you were done. Gojo tried to make you eat more but you told him you were full and he blamed your appetite on only eating milk bread for lunch for god knows how long.
By the time you both finished, fourth period had started and when you caught sight of the time you made a run for it. Gojo watching you for a second in stunned surprise before darting after you with a whoop. Covering double the distance with his freakishly long legs making him frequently outpace you and then circle back, cheering you to go faster.
By the time you both got to class you were winded from the run, a painful stitch in your side and Gojo was grinning ear to ear. Watching you keeled over trying to catch your breath and all he could think about was how he had never had that much fun with anyone before.
That day he tried to convince you to come to the internet cafe, very perplexed to learn that you had a part-time job to get to. He hadn't known high school students worked. Much to your chagrin he followed you to the little supermarket you worked at.
Following you around as you stocked items and leaning up against the counter as you cashed out customers. Earning compliments about what a handsome young man he was from the old women who frequented the store.
Soon that became your routine, Gojo waited outside the school for you to arrive. You sat next to him in all your classes besides two which he both walked you to and collected you from. Either followed you to the library at lunch or forced you to accompany him out by hijacking your school bag.
Annoyed the few times you managed to pay for the food but secretly relieved you weren’t just putting up with him for his money. Trying to tell you he should pay since he wasn't the one who worked hard for his money but you merely replied that surely his parents would cancel his cards if they found out he was spending money so recklessly. You clearly had no idea just how rich his parents were and he was in no rush to tell you, he'd rather you think of him as normal.
At the end of the day he would follow you to your part-time job. The middle aged man who owned the store had been very skeptical at first about having him hang around but then seeing all the female customers he attracted, he had become much more welcoming. Offering Gojo fruit cups and candy on the house.
You spent most of your day with him Monday to Friday so when he asked what you were doing over the weekend you drew the line. Putting your foot down about him not being allowed to see you on the weekend even if it meant telling the Gojo Satoru no.
Weekends were the days you spent relaxing after your hectic week. Sleeping in, eating junk food and watching movies. Studying only if you needed to which since Gojo had decided he was going to spend most of the school day distracting you, became more often.
On Monday when you got to school Gojo was there, head cast down and you only realized why when you got closer. The skin around his right eye was a terrible mix of black and blue. You had never seen Gojo Satoru with anything other than bruised knuckles before but even that had stopped for a while. When you glanced down at his hands, both palms were wrapped in gauze, knuckles unharmed.
"Have you iced it?" You asked and he shook his head, watching you silently. You grabbed the cuff of his sleeve, tugging him along behind you to the nurse's office. His eyes on your little hand that gripped his sleeve and he had the strangest urge to push his hand into yours instead. Before he could act on the impulse you were at the nurse's office.
The school nurse got Gojo an ice pack, muttering under her breath about how usually it was Gojo sending people to her office. She had been holding the ice to his face but was called away by the principal, handing it to you as she left. He expected you to just hand it to him, taken aback when you stepped close to the cot he sat on, pressing the ice pack gingerly to his bruised eye. Worried it may hurt for him to hold the ice bag since both his hands were also hurt. Your face contorting into a pained grimace as though you were the one who had gotten hurt.
He was suddenly all too aware of his heartbeat, never having felt so keenly the closeness of another person in his life. He could practically count your lashes at this distance, seeing flecks of honey in your eyes that he had never noticed before. The shape of your parted lips, your tongue that darted out to wet them making him gulp and look away. A red flush spreading over his pale cheeks worrying you that he had a fever.
You pressed your hand to his forehead, then checked your own but didn’t sense any significant difference. The feel of your skin against his had his mouth going dry.
"You look feverish but you don't have a fever. Maybe you're just overheated. Take off your sweater." You said and he complied, pulling the hoodie over his head.
Your expression went blank as his toned upper body was revealed. So pale and perfectly proportionate he looked like he was cut from marble. Shoulders and chest too broad to belong to a high schooler, waist tiny enough to make you jealous and arms packed with muscle that showed why he was considered the strongest.
“I thought you’d have something underneath. Put it back on.” You said, disgusted by how pretty he was and not wanting to be faced with such nauseating perfection so early in the morning. He complied, confused as to why you looked mad.
“Are you not going to ask what happened?” He asked. Normally he hated when people tried to stick their nose in his business but it made him weirdly upset that you didn’t care to ask.
“I’m sure you’d tell me if you wanted to.” You said simply, silence settling between you two as you continued to hold the ice pack to his eye.
He’d never wanted to tell anyone about his asshole dad before. It wasn’t like they would actually care nor could they do anything about it. It would only make his dad angrier to learn he’d blabbed to someone about what he called family conflict. Though beating your kid the few times a year you actually managed to be home wasn’t much conflict in Gojo’s perspective.
“It was my dad.” Gojo said, voice quiet and almost small in a way you’d never heard before.
“Does it happen often?” You asked.
“No he’s only home a couple days of the year.”
“Is he going to be home tonight?” You asked and Gojo nodded, eyes on the white tiles of the nurse’s office floor.
“You can sleep over at mine until he’s gone.” You said and Gojo’s head flew up. He’d been thinking of staying at the Internet cafe and only going home in the morning to shower and change. But staying at your house, getting to be in your house, with you sounded so much better.
"Is that really okay?" Gojo asked, suddenly grabbing your hand that held the ice bag in his, uncaring of the way it aggravated the cut on his palm. His dad had shoved him into the glass table and he had sliced his hands on the broken shards of glass while pushing himself back up.
You flinched back at how close he suddenly was. A near manic look on his pretty face that you mistook for desperation to be away from his dad.
"Of course, you're my friend aren't you?" You asked, slipping your hand carefully out of his so you could continue icing his face.
"Friend." Gojo muttered, tasting the word on his tongue. Mind more preoccupied with you calling him your anything. He liked that, the idea of belonging to you in some way.
Friends didn't seem like enough though, even the idiots who walked around in rowdy groups called each other friends. That wasn't enough to describe what was between the both of you but it could be a start.
That day Gojo made you do everything for him, from taking out and putting back the bags needed for each class, to feeding him his lunch to passing in his classwork which he never normally did but was enthusiastic about completing when you had to write his answers for him. You had drawn the line at undoing the zipper of his pants when he needed to go to the washroom. Needless to say by the the end of the day came around you were not excited about the impromptu sleepover.
Gojo looked at the little house you lived in with your mother with such curiosity and amazement as though exploring a relic from ancient times. Though compared to what you were sure was a fancy mansion or penthouse apartment, your little shack of a house probably seemed like something from another time.
Your mother was overjoyed to meet Gojo, so glad you had finally brought a friend home. A little less thrilled to find out he would be sleeping over but seeing his bruises and making her own assumptions she hadn't fought you over it. Simply telling you to ensure you ordered food for the both of your dinners instead of just getting something from the convenience store before she headed out to her night shift.
Gojo was thrilled to be alone with you in your house, turning overjoyed bright blue eyes over to you the moment she was gone. The sour look on your face could not bring down his good mood.
He sat right next to you on your raggedy couch watching TV as you both ate the convenience store bentos you had bought on the way home. Also having bought a bunch of extra snacks since you knew what Gojo's appetite was like after countless lunches spent seeing him pack away enough food for three grown men.
Your eyes began to droop as you both sat there watching episode after episode. You tried to fight it, telling yourself you needed to set out the futon for Gojo before you fell asleep but eventually lost the battle.
Gojo paused mid sentence as he felt a warm solid weight thunk onto his arm. Glancing down and his heart nearly stopping as he saw it was your head that was resting against him. For a moment he couldn't bring himself to move, heart pounding in his chest and blood rushing in his ears drowning out the sounds of the TV. Eventually he was able to gather himself enough to lean forward a bit and take a peek at your face. Heart clenching at the sight of you fast asleep.
Features that were normally twisted into an unimpressed look or glare now soft and slack with sleep. Lips parted, long lashes appearing to be resting on the apples of your cheeks. He became all too aware of his breathing and the way it made his body move up and down, trying to regulate it so it wouldn't disturb your sleep.
He was so grateful you didn't have any other friends. Just the thought of you so vulnerable in front of someone else filled him with the urge to break and to hurt.
Having you so close soothed him, normally after a run in with his father he would be out on the prowl for a fight to pick. A way to unleash the frustration and aggression that built up every time he was forced to confront the man that seemed like a demon who wore his face. However, there was nowhere he would rather be than here with you.
When you woke you couldn't help the scream that escaped you nor the way your hands flailed out smacking away the bright blue headlight like eyes that were staring a hole into you. Gojo let out a curse, clutching his hand over his eye.
Your terror abated into guilt as you caught your breath after getting the worst jump scare of your life.
"I'm so sorry but why were you watching me sleep?" You asked, trying to get a glance around his freakishly large hands to his face.
"I wasn't watching you sleep." Gojo grumbled, not very convincing when his ears were burning bright red in embarrassment.
"Do you need another ice pack?" You asked and he nodded.
You went to the kitchen to make an ice pack, bringing it back to the tv room where he was waiting. Hand still over his eyes making you feel even guiltier. You rushed over not seeing the empty bento container on the ground, slipping on it and going sprawling across Gojo's lap. Your forehead knocking into his mouth making him curse again and hand landing unfortunately right on his crotch. Telling you more than you ever wanted to know about how what they said about men with big hands was quite true.
You glanced up at him and the quiet string of curses he had been muttering stopped as he saw how close you were. If the weight of your head resting on his arm had been soothing, your warm weight in his lap was anything but. He pushed you off before you could feel first hand what you being so close was doing to him.
"Might have been safer on the street." He joked as a deflection, heart pounding as he quickly grabbed a pillow and put it over his lap.
"God I am so sorry Gojo." You said, holding out the ice pack not trusting yourself to put your hands anywhere near him at the moment.
"It's fine and call me Satoru. You're my friend aren't you?" Gojo asked.
"I don't think we're really close enough to be on a first name basis." You said.
"You just grabbed a solid handful of my junk. It's going to make me feel very cheap and used if you don't at least call me by my first name." He said and you snorted out a laugh, cheeks pinkening in embarrassment at what you had done. Gojo's heart feeling like it was being squeezed and wrung dry at seeing your smile and pink cheeks. The image softened by how sleep rumpled you still were.
"Fine Satoru." You relented and he was glad he had already placed that pillow on his lap. His name sounded so much better coming from you, like he really was something special. Someone held dear to someone.
"Now ice my eye. You really smacked me like you were trying to break open a pinata." He said instigating an argument over pinatas not being broken with bare hands though he insisted that was how he had broken open his own as a child.
You two bickered until it was time to go to bed. He seemed incredibly let down to learn he would be sleeping on a futon in the tv room.
"Can't I just sleep in your bed?" He asked making your eye twitch.
"No and if you have a problem with the futon then you can sleep on the floor." You said, ignoring his sulking as you laid everything out for him on the floor next to the couch.
"How about we stay up and talk?" He asked.
"No I need a break from hearing your nonsense even if it's just for - 6 hours." You said, checking your phone to see how many hours you had to sleep before getting up for school.
"You'd be bored without me." He said.
"I'd be peaceful." You retorted walking towards your room but turning back before you went through the door to bid him goodnight. His chest filling with a warm feeling. He couldn't remember the last time someone had bid him goodnight.
Gojo went to sleep that night with a smile on his face. Thoughts of you swarming his head, ears ringing with your voice saying his name. Those thoughts following him into his dreams. You may have wanted 6 hours away from him but he was glad he didn't have to endure that much without you.
The week passed with Gojo crashing at your place every night. The only time he truly left you were those two classes you had without him and every morning before school when he would run to his place to shower and change. Reassuring you that his dad left for work so early that there would be no chance of their paths overlapping.
You only realized his dad had left days ago when Gojo accidentally played out loud a voicemail from his condominium saying his dad had asked them to call him to set a time to come upgrade the locks since he was out of the country again. You turned to Gojo with a look of complete disbelief that morphed into rage when you saw the sheepish look on his face.
That night you forced him to return to his apartment though he begged and sulked for you to let him stayed another night but for your own sanity and clean criminal record you could not. He was driving you up the wall, you were used to being alone. Not growing up with any siblings or making any friends at school you spent your days alone and had the house to yourself at night since your mom worked.
Having another being as impossible to ignore as Gojo Satoru constantly in your space was overstimulating to your very sensitive and poorly developed social senses. Much to your misfortune the teachers in every class had decided that just making you sit next to him wasn't enough. They also decided to pair you with him for every class assignment or group project giving Gojo just the excuse he needed to invite himself back to your home.
You wanted to complain and scream but there was an advantage to being paired with the top student. Though you had to yell at him to do his work, when he did it, he did better than any of the other idiots in your classes or even you yourself could have done.
However not all assignments were done in pairs and for your English class you all had been put in groups of four to do book reports on your assigned novels. Gojo and you had been paired up with another two boys, one of which you remembered as the boy Gojo called sweaty pits who had nearly fallen onto you and another Gojo called curly for his big curly hair.
Curly seemed terrified of Gojo, avoiding eye contact as you too had done at first upon meeting Gojo. Sweaty pits was reluctant to get too close and be told off about how bad he smelled so both boys resorted to communicating with Gojo through you. For whatever reason that just made him meaner to them both and gave them more reason to be afraid.
Meeting up at the school library after school to research together had been a bust. Gojo entirely unwilling to cooperate and do his part, spending most of his time interrupting the conversations between you and the other two. Sweaty pits wasn't really an academic mind so most of the conversing was happening between you and curly and it was making Gojo boil over with rage.
He snapped the pencil he held in half when you snorted at something curly said. Seeing the boy's eyes widen at seeing your smile. Gojo knew firsthand the sight you made and the effect it had. The way your entire face lit up when you smiled, eyes crinkling and looking even brighter than usual. Something incredibly soft about you when you exhibited even the slightest amount of happiness compared to your usual prickly exterior. Only he should be able to see that side of you. How sweet you were under the standoffishness.
Gojo had immediately swiped your things into your bag, ignoring your protests and complaints about him crinkling up your notes. Grabbing your wrist when curly piped up saying that you all could meet up again whenever worked best for the both of you making Gojo's attention turn to him. Blue eyes blazing with a hatred so visceral it had the boy's voice getting stuck in his throat.
You were dragged away under the pretense of Gojo having been hungry. Enduring the whack you gave him upside the head for bending the pages of your book over not being able to wait another hour to eat. Bad mood lingering all throughout the evening and he didn't argue when you told him he couldn't come to your house after you two had eaten together.
Walking from your apartment straight to the park in the seedier part of town. Not even wasting a moment trying to find a reason but stalking right up to a group of boys older than him smoking and throwing a punch at the biggest one.
Gojo showed up for school the next day with his knuckles split and bruised for the first time in months. The whispers that Gojo was back to his usual self following him through the halls as he made his way to class, late for first period.
You glanced at his knuckles as he sat down but didn't say a word, worsening his bad mood. He didn't understand how you could act so indifferent to him. He wanted you to be nosy, to intrude into his business and demand answers. Hated the nonchalance with which you treated him making him feel as though he was the only one who wanted to know everything about you and thought of you constantly.
For the rest of the day he was uncharacteristically quiet. Emanating an aura that screamed that anyone who came near him was going to get punched. A silent, furious shadow following you around throughout the day.
Everyone was allowed to have their off days and you figured that if he wanted to tell you he would, so you gave him his space. Not instigating conversation and using the time to work through your math homework.
When you got to last period, it was almost a relief to be in a class without Gojo. His terrible mood had been near palpable, suffocating in its intensity and you were glad to be away from it.
A bag settled down on the desk next to yours and you glanced up, surprised to see Curly. He nervously played with the straps of his bag as he asked if he could sit next to you. Quickly going on to explain that it was only because he wanted to ask you some questions about the assignment.
"Sure." You responded simply, having not even realized that you two shared this class too before today.
Curly was abysmal at math and you were glad there were no group assignments for this class or you would have risked failing. His English was luckily better. When you were given time to work on the assigned homework after the lecture, Curly told you he wanted to go over the plot points you needed him to add in the summary to support your part on symbolism.
It was the last class of the day so even when the bell rang you both stayed seated to finish going through the little bit you had left. You rubbed at your eye as you watched Curly furiously jotting down notes about the parts you had asked him to include. Glancing up to ask you a question but pausing as he caught sight of your face.
"You've got some ink on your face." He said and you glanced down at the hand you'd just rubbed your eyes with, groaning when you saw it was covered in ink from having been pressed against your freshly written homework. You swiped at your face with your other hand.
"Better?" You asked and the boy shook his head pointing at where the ink still was staining your face blue. You rubbed in the direction you thought he had pointed and raised your brow at him.
"Here let me just-" The boy said, leaning a bit closer and rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone.
"What the fuck is going on here?" You heard a familiar voice growl. Glancing up to see Gojo charging into the room from where he'd been standing in the doorway. Having arrived to pick you up from your last class only to see you and Curly with your heads close together, Curly's hand on you enough to make Gojo's vision go red.
You could only gasp as a hand yanked the curly haired boy out of his chair and away from you. Tossing him to the ground like he weighed nothing and Gojo swung his leg over him, the first hit making blood spray and the audible crunching of bone breaking rung out in the quiet room. But Gojo didn’t stop there, pummeling fist after fist into the boy's face. Each hit raining down so quickly one after the other the boy couldn't even get his hands in front of his face.
"Gojo." You screamed, grabbing onto his hoodie and trying to pull him off the boy but it was like he didn't even notice you.
You couldn't make out what Gojo was saying, your screams for him to stop drowning out his voice. Your screams attracted the kids passing by in the hall and students came rushing in to the math class, not one of them daring to interfere.
"Get a teacher." You screamed at them grabbing onto Gojo's arm to stop him but he pulled free of you making you fall back onto your bottom.
"Stop it, you're gonna kill him." You wept but it was like he was deaf to the world in his rage. Finally you were pushed back as two teachers came charging in, each grabbing one of Gojo's arms and hauling him off the boy.
The hand you were using to push yourself up off the floor slipping, sending you sprawling back as you caught sight of Gojo's face. Features twisted in animalistic rage, the veins on his neck standing out. Blue eyes blazing with fury, teeth barred as he snarled out words just barely legible to you over the sound of your blood rushing in your ears.
"How dare you touch her? She's mine." Gojo was screaming over and over as he thrashed around to be let go. Two other teachers running out in front of him and pushing him back as he broke free and lunged for the boy again.
You scampered backwards in fear, having landed close enough to the curly haired boy to be in Gojo's way. Your movement making his eyes dart to you, the fight draining out of him at the frightened look on your face.
The four teachers took advantage of his state and dragged him out. You could hear Gojo's screams of your name long past when he was out of sight.
For the first time you realized what a mistake it had been to befriend someone known for their violent personality. The curly haired boy was helped up by the principal and another teacher, the students following them leaving you sitting alone in the math class.
You skipped work that day, going straight home. Telling your mom you weren't feeling well and she called the owner of the supermarket for you. Letting you go straight to bed and only coming in to tell you she'd made porridge for you on her way to work.
The next day you didn't go to school. Feigning sick again but actually unwilling to go in and face all the questions that were sure to be asked about the incident. People had seen you there.
You had nothing to tell, you didn't know what had set Gojo off. You remembered what he had been yelling but his words made no sense to you. As wrong as what he had done was, a part of you still felt loyal to your friend and didn't want to say anything against him. Figuring that if you simply didn't show up then you wouldn't have to make a choice between what was right and being loyal.
Gojo had come to school the next day eager to see you and apologize for scaring you. His dad had been called the night before and though the principal had been threatening to suspend him, he'd instead just gotten off with a week of helping the caretaker clean for an hour after school. The principal’s riteous fury doused when his dad brought up how great it would be for the education of the other kids if he got all the school computers replaced.
The principal had let it go, saying boys get into fights and it wasn't worth risking their admission to university to write them up. His father's secretary had flown in and gone to see the boy's family while they were still in the hospital with him. Promising to pay for all of his post-secondary education fees including board and spending money if they didn't press charges and that was simply too good a deal for a parent to pass up.
It was all back to normal like nothing had happened except you weren't there. You didn't come to school the rest of the week and Friday when you didn't show up during first period, Gojo had had enough. He stalked out of the room with the first period teacher asking him to come back or at least take the bathroom hall pass with him if we was leaving but Gojo didn't turn back. Walking right out of school and getting a taxi to your house.
Just the sight of your house was enough to make his heart swell. He knocked on the door, staying quiet as he heard you ask who it was. His knees went weak as the door swung open and revealed you. Standing there in mismatched pajamas with bedhead worse than the first time he'd laid eyes on you and yet he'd never seen such a welcome sight.
Your eyes widened as you caught sight of him. Torn between not wanting to talk to him and ask why he’d done what he did. You stepped out into the cold, closing the door behind you. Wrapping your arms around yourself. Gojo shrugged off the jacket he was wearing, taking a step forward to drape it over you but freezing when you immediately took a step back.
"Take it." He said, holding out his jacket. Blue eyes boring into you waiting for you to finally look up at him and stop staring at the ground. It was maddening to have you before him but still have you avoiding him like this.
"I'm fine." You mumbled.
"If you won't take it then let's talk inside." Gojo said, taking a step forward to reach for your door but you stepped in front of the doorknob.
"My mom's sleeping, you can't come inside." You said and Gojo tried to tell himself it was just because you were worried he would make too much noise and wake her and not because you didn't want him in your house anymore. He knew he had made a mistake, scared you but you had some explaining to do yourself. You had said he was your only friend so why were you letting that little curly haired bastard put his hands on you?
"Why haven't you been coming to school?" Gojo asked and you finally glanced up at him, surprised to hear he had been to school. You were sure he must have been expelled or at least suspended.
It was like he could breathe again now that your eyes were on him. Air filling his lungs for what felt like the first time in days.
"You were at school?" You asked.
"Yeah they put me on cleaning duty this week. Said it wasn't a big deal." He said, sounding so blasé about the whole situation it made your stomach drop. He had beat the curly haired boy to unconsciousness, most likely breaking his nose and taking out some teeth based on the amount of blood but to him it was no big deal?
"How is beating someone to unconsciousness not a big deal?"
"He's fine." Gojo snapped, annoyed that even after not seeing him for days you were talking about that bastard.
"Why are you here?" You asked, realizing you weren't going to get through to him from a morality perspective.
"What do you mean why am I here? You haven't been to school in days, I came to see you." Gojo said, taking a step forward but you stepped away from the door to put more distance between the both of you.
"I don't want to see you right now." You said making Gojo freeze. A cold sweat breaking out on his body as the words you had just spoken rung in his ears. You didn't want to see him. He had been dying to see you and you didn't want him here. You were done with him. He wouldn't allow for it.
"Why do you not want to see me? Look I won't even ask why you were letting that little bastard put his hands on you. It doesn't matter as long as you don't do it again. Let's just go out and get breakfast. You haven't eaten yet, right? We'll bring something back for your mom too." He rambled, voice friendly and bright but eyes manic with desperation that had you balking.
"What are you talking about? Did you hit him for touching me?" You asked, having been raking your brain for days trying to figure out why he had attacked the boy and been unable to think of a reason.
"I don't like others touching you. I'm your only friend. Only I should get to touch you." Gojo said making your heart drop.
"Gojo I'm my own person. You don't get to decide who I'm friends with or who touches me." You said carefully, still hoping this was all a horrid misunderstanding and you were mistaking the implication of his words.
He latched onto your upper arms making you jolt in surprise, pulling you in close until you were nearly chest to chest.
"But you're mine. Just the thought of anyone else touching you makes me so mad I can't think straight. I hate when others talk to you, hate it when they even look at you."
You could only stare up at him in horror. Finally recognizing that glint in his eyes for what it was, mania. You didn't know when he had started thinking of you this way, something he owned and should keep to himself. All you knew was you needed to get away from him.
Not only was he dangerous, with a temper that frequently got the best of him and strength far beyond your imagination, he was also backed by a father who covered up all his misdeeds. Gojo had power and there was no threat of repercussions or consequences to stop him from using it.
"Let go of me." You said but your words had the opposite of their intended effect. He pulled you in to his chest, stooping down to wrap his burly arms around you. Resting his chin on your head and clutching you to him as furiously as a child does their favourite stuffed toy.
"No, can't let you go." He mumbled, turning his face into your hair and breathing in your familiar scent.
"Gojo let go." You demanded, pushing at his chest but with your arms trapped you could barely get enough momentum behind them for him to even feel the pressure, let alone move.
"Stop calling me Gojo. It's Satoru to you." He said, tightening his grip on you making you gasp out in pain.
"You're hurting me, let go." You ordered and Gojo immediately stepped back, horrified at the thought of having hurt you. Gojo had hurt many people in his life, but he never wanted to hurt you. You were the most precious thing to him.
"Leave and don't ever come back. I want nothing to do with you." You said.
"No darling, I'm sorry." Gojo pleaded, trembling hands reaching out to grab hold of you and look you over.
"Leave Gojo." You demanded, turning to go back into your house but his next words made you pause.
"I can't live without you, I need you." He said, voice breaking in a way that had your resolve threatening to crumble. You turned back to him, unable to turn your back on him when the boy you had considered to be your friend sounded close to crying.
"No one's ever made me feel the way you do. I feel like I can't breathe when I'm not around you. I'll die without you, don't push me away." Gojo begged, capturing your hand in his. Blue eyes filling with tears.
You could barely believe this was the boy who nearly killed someone with his bare hands just a couple days ago. But even now as he cried he showed no remorse for what he had done to that boy. He was only upset at the thought of losing you.
He couldn't stop himself as he blurted out everything he felt for you. Needed you to see the truth, how badly he needed you. How he was nothing without you.
"Gojo I've only ever thought of you as a friend, I'm sorry. I think it's best we stay away from each other, I can't return your feelings." You said, watching the tears spill over onto his cheeks at your words.
"You're lying." He said and you glanced up at him, heart clenching at the way the tears poured down his cheeks but he didn't so much as blink or wipe them away.
"You feel the same way. Why else would you spend all your time with me when you don't even talk to anyone else? You invited me to sleep over, took care of me after what my dad did. You do care about me, you're just denying it cause I scared you didn't I?"
"Gojo that's not it, I'm sorry I've never seen you that way. I did all of that because I thought of you as a friend but now I don't think we can even be friends anymore. Just go, okay?" You said turning to go inside leaving him there staring at the spot where you stood as you tore open his heart.
You didn't even want to be friends with him anymore. You couldn't love a monster like him, you couldn't even tolerate to be around him. His dad had warned him that men like them always get left behind. But he wasn't like his dad, he'd get you back. He didn't know how but he would.
Wiping at his eyes Gojo turned to leave, heading right for that part of town he had been told never to return to just a couple nights ago. He found those thugs again, there was a bigger group of them this time. One pointed him out the moment he was in there line of sight.
"Didn't we warn you not to come back here?" One of them asked, standing up from where he was leant against the wall and stepping up to meet Gojo in the middle of the pathway he was walking down.
Gojo didn't even slightly falter at his words. Throwing the first punch once again.
"Oh you're in for it today pretty boy, all our guys are coming here to make sure you don't get to walk away this time."
That day Gojo fought like he really didn't care to continue living. He had lost the one thing that made it all worth it. If Gojo had been rash before then today he was downright reckless. Uncaring about the damage he took, only continuing to move through the swarm of bodies until he physically couldn't anymore.
It took more than one swing of the metal bat to his head to get him down. Barely any of them were left standing by the time he went down and it was lucky that the ones left didn't care to be arrested, leaving him there on the ground and collecting their own men before running off.
He woke up in the hospital. His dad's secretary by his side, glancing up from his laptop when Gojo groaned as he came to consciousness becoming aware of the debilitating headache he had.
You didn’t even come to see him, he called you and sent texts that went unread until they stopped delivering. He refused to stay in hospital longer than the moment he could stand up without the world spinning around him. He had to go back to school, had to see you.
You were relieved not to see Gojo in school when you went back on Monday. Back to being left alone without him there to pester you, letting you get all your homework done during school hours. Your mom wondered why he wasn’t coming over but you told her he was hanging out with his other friends.
It felt strange now to just study throughout lunch but this was for the best of everyone. You got news that the curly haired boy, whose name you finally learned had transferred schools and you wondered if Gojo had done the same. Though you would assume that a lot more people would have been talking about it if the Gojo Satoru left their school.
You only got 3 days of peace before he was back. Whispers and eyes following him as he trudged down the hall, gauze at the back of his head and two black eyes. Knuckles scabbing over from where they’d been split over and over.
His heart leapt when he got to first period and you were sitting there in your usual spot. Hunched over doing your math homework like always. You didn’t even seem to notice the hush that fell over the class when he walked in, going to his rightful seat next to you.
You glanced over as the chair next to you was pulled back, glancing up to see Gojo watching you with a blank expression. You quickly looked back to your homework, heart skipping a beat at the feel of those eyes on you again and you let out a slow shaky exhale to try to regain your composure. It was strange to feel this nervous around someone you used to be so comfortable around.
As much as you wanted to ask if he was okay you thought it better to ignore him. He had feelings for you that you didn't return and after seeing that other side of him, you didn’t want him in your life even as a friend. Best to distance yourself and not get his hopes up.
You could feel his stare boring holes into you all throughout first period, presence seeming to fill up the room and leave no room even for you to draw in a breath. You had never been so glad to hear that bell ring, throwing your stuff haphazardly into your bag not caring if you bent the pages of your textbooks or crumpled your homework.
“Is this how it’s going to be?” Gojo asked before you could make your escape.
“I’m sorry.” You said, meaning it. You’d never meant to cause him pain. He scoffed out a laugh and you made your escape.
From that day on Gojo didn’t talk to you in class. He attended every class you both had together. Sitting silently next to you staring out the window. He got into more fights than ever before, knuckles constantly scabbed over from being split over and over again. When you’d pass him in the halls terrorizing the poor soul who’d had the misfortune of capturing his attention that day those blue eyes would stare at you accusingly. As though telling you this was all your fault.
When you walked into first period the next week and saw him on top of the teacher, throwing punch after punch in the man’s face you nearly fell backwards. It felt like another one of the nightmares you were now very prone to having of him attacking the student and you standing by, doing nothing to intervene. Those blue eyes flicked up to you as you finally managed to find your voice and scream for help.
A smirk twisting up those lips as he pulled back his fist and hit the man even harder than before, blood spraying onto perfect pale skin. He continued hitting the man long after he'd gone limp in his hold. Not taking his eyes off you even as he was dragged away by multiple other teachers.
You ran to the nearest bathroom, throwing up your breakfast and sinking down onto the ground. Entire body shaking as you remembered the look in those eyes. Like a cornered predator holding its head high even as it was torn to shreds.
For that incident he was suspended. It seemed even Gojo Satoru couldn’t get away with putting a teacher in the hospital but considering if it were anyone else they’d be in jail, you guessed his father had used his influence again. You hated the part of you that worried about the price Gojo must have paid for that interference.
For the next 2 weeks Gojo didn’t come to school. Slowly you stopped expecting to see him around every corner you turned and in every class you walked into. The owner of the supermarket stopped asking you to bring him back to attract customers and your mom stopped asking if you two had fought and when he'd come over again.
You went back to doing your schoolwork during your classes, eating your milk bread alone in the library during lunch. Walking to the supermarket, with your brain playing tricks on you and making you see flashes of a tall boy with white hair and impossibly blue eyes in your peripheral.
It was why when you heard a knocking on your door close to midnight on a Saturday, you didn't even suspect it would be Gojo. Being home alone so late at night you had no intention of opening the door. Clutching your phone, ready to call the police as the banging got progressively louder.
"What, now I can't even come around and visit?" You heard a familiar voice call out making you nearly drop your phone. You hurried to the door as he continued his banging, worried he was going to break your door.
You opened the door and there he stood. The dim streetlight illuminating his face as he glanced up from where he'd knelt down on your steps. Hood falling back and revealing his face that was covered in bruises. There was a cut across his eyebrow, edge of his jaw purple, lip split and a bandage over the bridge of his nose.
The smell of alcohol hit you as he got up to his feet, staggering slightly. Split lip pulling into a smile at the sight of you.
"What happened to you?" You asked and he was glad that you had finally dropped the uncaring act. Perhaps it was true what they said about distance making the heart grow fonder. Maybe you had spent all this time apart thinking of him just as his every thought had been consumed by you. No amount of fights or alcohol were helping. He didn't need any of that, he just needed you to feel better.
"Won't you invite me in?" He asked, ignoring your question. Wanting to see the worried look on your face a little longer. You probably thought his dad had done this to him. And well while he had a part to play, not all of it had been his dad. Just the lip really that had split when his dad backhanded him for making him abandon a deal and fly back home to set him straight. Threatening to cancel his cards and looking almost repulsed when that made Gojo start laughing manically.
He had flown back out the next day without making good on his promise. Clearly in no mood to do any actual parenting, either thinking him beyond help or believing the threat to cut him off to be sufficient.
You stepped back from the door giving him the space to enter. Unable to turn him away when he looked like he could barely stand up straight and had god knows how many more injuries. You were glad you let him in when he walked past and you caught sight of the blood that glinted red on the black hoodie he wore.
"Gojo what happened to your side?" You asked and he glanced down to the stained fabric as though just noticing it, lifting his hoodie and revealing a deep gash across his hip making you gasp.
"Jesus Gojo you need to go to the hospital." You said, rushing to follow him in and trying to catch him as he slumped back on the couch in a way that could not be good for his injury.
"Don't need anything else but you." He mumbled, reaching up to grab your hand while you were stood in front of him, legs trapped between his. Not noticing how close you had gotten in your worrying.
"I'm serious, I'm gonna call a taxi and let's take you to the hospital." You said, moving to step back but he tugged you down into his lap. Wrapping his arms around you to hold you down.
"Don't move, need this. Missed you so much." He mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss to the skin there. Your eyes widening at his actions.
"Gojo let go." You said, pushing at his arms around you but they wouldn't budge.
"Stop calling me that, acting like we're strangers." He whined, pressing kisses up your neck to your jaw. You panicked, shoving at his face. Accidentally hitting his injured nose and he let you go, winded from the pressure on the broken bone.
You scampered backwards out of reach, breathing hard. Glancing over at the door, wishing you had never let him in. He was drunk and completely out of control.
He was up on his feet by the time you glanced back at him and though you had been aware of how tall he was, you had never really noticed how much bigger he was than you before now. So much taller and broader than you. There was no competition when it came to strength. You could only hope you would be able to get through to him.
You stumbled back as he took a step forward, eyes darting down to your feet and back up to you. Pupils dilating as he zeroed in on his prey, each of his steps forward matched with yours trying to maintain the distance between the both of you.
You jolted in surprise as you felt your back hit something solid, taking a quick glance behind you to see you had reached the wall. But darling hadn't anyone ever told you never to take your eyes off the predator? He closed the gap between you the moment you turned your head, on you in a flash. Large hand grabbing hold of your jaw and you didn't even have time to try to pull away before he was crashing his mouth over yours.
Groaning at the taste of you, sweeter than he could have imagined. All the fantasies his brain tormented him with were nothing compared to the real thing. How soft and warm you felt under him, the smell of you that filled his senses. How perfectly your lips fit against his.
For a moment you were too stunned to move but as he licked over your lips to try to coax them into parting it was like you were kicked back into action. You pushed at him with all your might, fingers scrabbling against the solid mass of him for purchase. Soon you were running out of air and without any other options you bit down on his lip.
He pulled back with a laugh, swiping at his lip that you had torn again. Eyes catching on his blood that stained your mouth. Pretty lips slick with spit and his blood colouring them red on the side you had bitten him. Chest heaving with every breath as you watched him warily.
He saw you glance at the door a millisecond before you tried to lunge past him to get to it. But even when he was intoxicated you were no match for his reflexes, he pushed you back into the wall with ease.
Caging you there with both forearms leaned on either side of your head. He traced his thumb gently over your bottom lip, swiping his blood across it. Desperate for another taste.
You turned your head angrily and he tutted, tilting your face back towards him with a hand guiding your jaw. Careful not to apply too much pressure. Last thing he wanted was to hurt you. You looked so pretty with his blood on you but he had no intention of ever seeing your own, certainly not ever drawn by his hand.
"Don't touch me." You snarled.
"Don't be angry darling. I just missed you so much I couldn't help myself. I've wanted to do this for so long, longer than even I realized." Gojo murmured, eyes still tracked on your lips. Just wanting another taste but it had made you so angry the first time so he tried to hold himself back. You had no idea how much he had always been holding back for your sake.
"You disgust me." You spat making him freeze.
He didn't understand why you said all those hurtful things. It had ruined him to hear you say you never wanted to see him again but then tonight you'd let him in again. Been so worried over just a couple bruises and a cut that you had wanted to take him to the hospital in the dead of the night.
You had to be lying now too. It was such a terrible habit of yours. Lying about all these hurtful things, not knowing what it did to him.
"Don't say stuff like that." He admonished gently.
"You do, I wish I'd never met you." You said and he clenched his jaw. Trying so hard to hold back the rage he felt at being treated this way by the one he'd put above everything else.
"After what you did today, you mean nothing to me." You said and he slapped his hand over your mouth. Taking a long slow deep breath in and out to contain his anger.
"Enough." Gojo said quietly, glancing up to look into your widened eyes watching him, the understanding of the sort of situation you were in starting to settle in.
"What a terrible temper you have, saying all these hurtful things I know you don't mean." He said, taking his hand off your mouth to smooth your hair back from your face.
"Please leave." You asked quietly making him sigh.
"Why would I leave my pretty darling all alone this late at night?" Gojo asked softly, fingers playing with the tendrils of hair that fell across your cheek. Brows furrowing in confusion as a pearly drop slid down your cheek and it took him a moment to realize you were crying.
"No, no baby don't cry." Gojo cooed as he looked at your pretty eyes glassy with tears. He swiped his thumbs gently under your eyes, cupping your face between his hands and pressing the tenderest of kisses to your lips.
"It's been so hard on both of us being away from one another but I'm here now. I won't let them keep us apart anymore." He said, pulling you in close to his chest as you choked on a sob that broke free from your chest.
"Others have tried to get in your head haven't they? Telling you terrible things about me and trying to lure you away. My poor naive darling." He cooed and you steeled yourself to do what you had to in order to get away.
"Satoru." You called softly making him pull back to look at you. Eyes filling up with hope and a smile blooming on his face.
You reached up for him, carefully cupping his jaw within both your trembling hands. Keeping your eyes on his all the while you got up on the tips of your toes. Glancing down to your target and his eyes flickered down to your lips.
He leant down and you took the opportunity of finally having him the closest to eye level as you could to ram your head forward with all the momentum you could muster in that amount of space. Your head connected with his nose and an audible crack was heard that you were sure would ring in your ears for the rest of time.
Gojo stumbled back a step, hands flying to his nose. Not even understanding at first why his fingers were suddenly stained crimson until you shoved at his chest making him fall back on his bottom.
You darted for the door, fingers just grazing the door knob before your ankle was grabbed and tugged sharply, bringing you down. You cried out as you hit the floor, chin hitting the ground so hard it made your teeth rattle.
You were flipped onto your back as Gojo crawled on top of you, drops of the blood dripping from his nose dropping down onto you. You pushed and scratched with all your might, besides yourself with the need to get away but your wrists were caught in each of his hands and pinned down on either side of your head.
You sobbed beneath him, squeezing your eyes shut and turning your head so you wouldn't have to see the horrifying image he made. Blue eyes lit up with the flame of his manic obsession, blood dripping down his nose past his lips and down his chin. Dropping onto your chest and splattering you with red.
"Why would you try to run from me darling? What have I ever done to you to make you act like this?" He asked, voice sounding so hurt as though he had any right to feel betrayed.
"Look at me." Gojo said but you kept your eyes squeezed shut. Hoping this was all a nightmare and you'd wake up soon.
"I said look at me." He said releasing one of your wrists to grab your jaw and force your head straight. Grip tightening until you complied, a fresh wave of tears swelling in your eyes at the sight of him.
"Fuck, look at what you've done to yourself." He muttered, gingerly stroking over your bruised chin making you flinch.
"Please let me go." You begged making his heart clench.
"I am never going to let you go. We belong together. Now come on, up on your feet. If we stay here they'll never stop getting between us. We have to leave." Gojo said, not waiting for you to comply. Rising up to his feet and forcefully pulling you up too by your hands.
"Now listen to me good darling, once we get outside I want you to keep your head down and stay quiet. If you so much as say a word to anyone, I'll kill them." Gojo warned, waiting till you nodded before pulling you in close and tucking you under his arm. Casting one last look at the only place that had ever felt like home to him before he ushered you out.
No one knew where you two disappeared to that night. Gojo's dad spent all the money he could on finding his son and your mother never gave up but not a trace was ever found again of either of you. At the school they said regretfully they had thought you would be a good influence on him and yet you two had been each other's ruin.
A list of resources to help you describe different colors in your writing.
The Color Thesaurus A collection of infographics that show various shades of different colors, each shade/color labeled by name.
Color Reference Chart Another collection of infographics that show various shades of different colors, each shade/color labeled by name.
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Billionaire heir!Jungkook comes from a family of wealth, thanks to his great-grandfather and grandfather who started with just a restaurant in a town, now turned into a vast industry.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who is a spoiled brat and an absolute mannerless man.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook whose father regrets not reprimanding him back when he started being reckless. He and his wife blamed it on puberty, but no, he was just plain rude.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook, whose recklessness finally pushed his parents to the limit. They love him, but they refuse to watch their family’s hard-earned legacy be ruined by his irresponsibility.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who is majorly pissed off but has to comply or else his gaming setup will be confiscated
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who works under the company's senior accountant, the only man he tolerates respects in that damn company.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who starts getting his life together. Gone were the days he wore jackets and hoodies, now replaced with classy attire.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who one day sees you, the senior accountant's daughter and can't seem to get you out of his mind. Why? Because you totally ignored him the entire time he was there.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who from then on, completely clings to your father, hoping to get some updates from you.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who finds which college you go to and surprisingly, he has errands to run around in that area.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who finds out you are in your last year of bachelor's program and majoring in accounts.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who gets your class time table from your college website and now he knows when and what time to see you. Accidently ofcourse.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who hears your father mentioning that you are looking for internships to get practical knowledge in your field.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who brings up that why not intern in their company? After all, your father and he would be able to keep an eye on you.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who by now isn't the same mannerless douchebag he used to be and now is a responsible man and people do take him seriously. So, his father had no problem agreeing for you to work with them.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who makes sure to look extra good the day you were supposed to join, after all, impressions matter.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who dresses even sharper on your first day, expecting you to finally acknowledge him. But you don’t. Instead, you brush past him like he’s just another employee. He tries to talk to you while you are working but you just give him one word answers.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who corners you in the break room, leaning against the counter with a smirk. “Do you always ignore people this much, or am I just special?”
You glance at him, unfazed. “I just don’t like unnecessary distractions when I’m working.”
Distraction? Is that what he is to you?
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who wants to speak more but then your father interrupts and takes you away to have lunch.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who gets your number from the employees files, and texts you that night, pouting that you didn't see his messages (you did, you just pretended you didn't). The next day he asks you if you received his text. You feign ignorance and tell him that due to college there are already too many texts and that you may have missed his.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who finally has the chance to take you out to lunch without your father interfering, since he took a sick leave. He was having the time of his life, the way you both gossiped and laughed as you had been friends for decades. He liked that you were opening up to him. His nerves calmed when you told him that it was weird for you to interact with him since you have been to an all-girls school and haven't dated anyone before. So talking with men was a bit overwhelming for you and you weren't great with interacting with people either.
So that’s why you ignore him. You’re shy
Billionaire heir!Jungkook wanted to speak to you more, but since lunch time ended you both had to go back.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who texts you again the same day and is jumping in joy when you reply hours later (what? His relationship with you is progressing okay?)
Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who knows he’s in love with you. You’re everything he needs—hardworking, focused, someone he can rely on after marriage.
Marriage.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who casually asks, “Have you ever thought of getting married?”
“If I find the right person,” you reply, sipping your cold coffee. “But I’m only 21. I want to be financially independent first.”
Financial independence? Why? Whatever he has belongs to you. If you asked, he’d transfer his entire company’s shares to your name.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who starts working even harder, impressing his father to the point of tears. His son is finally proving himself—not just a spoiled heir but a true successor.
Because when Jungkook asks for your hand in marriage, there must be zero objections.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who spirals into five stages of grief when your internship ends. But it’s fine—he knows where to find you.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook whose obsession with you grows day by day, his mind being uneasy with the fact that you aren't his already.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who spots you sitting outside your college, looking desperate to escape the conversation you’re in. And there he is—dressed in full business attire, standing like an untouchable force. The people talking to you shrink under his gaze.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook who notices you aren't alone but your cousin is with you as well, and he doesn't like the way she looks at him. Only you are supposed to look at him like that.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who decides he needs you. No more waiting. No more wasting time.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who asks his father to talk to yours about marriage.
Your father refuses at first. You’re too young. You have a future to focus on. But Jungkook is relentless. Persistent. Desperate.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook, Who ensures that every road leads back to him. Who quietly eliminates every potential suitor before they can even think of approaching you.
Your father has no choice but to agree, he can't let anymore people's lives be ruined because of Jungkook's madness.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook, whose father approves of you, while his mother trusts her husband’s judgment.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who spoils you without limit, sending designer dresses to your home, buying out entire stores when you mention something in passing.
Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who finally, finally gets what he wants—you, standing beside him, a ring on your finger, and his last name attached to yours.
A/n:Welp, it's been a long while and I very much apologise for the long hiatus but I'm back to writing now. While my works are in drafts and still being written, I'll be posting headcanons to get used to writing again 🙂
Dilf Namjoon who is a widower and with an infant son to take care of.
Dilf Namjoon who thinks of hiring a babysitter while he goes to work and earns money for both his son and him.
Dilf Namjoon, who can't find a damn good babysitter since most of them are just trying to get in his pants. Who spends weeks interviewing candidates, going through background checks, only to be met with disappointment every time.
Dilf Namjoon who eventually gives up, deciding that if he can’t find someone good enough, he’ll just have to work from home more. It’s frustrating, exhausting, but he refuses to leave his son with just anyone.
Dilf Namjoon who one day finds a towel fallen on his balcony, strange, since nobody lives upstairs. Later, he finds out that someone just recently moved in.
Dilf Namjoon decides to give the item back himself since the person doesn't even realise that their towel is missing.
Dilf Namjoon who knocks on the door and sees you, right out of the shower and hair dripping wet, looking like an angel.
Dilf Namjoon who awkwardly stands there since he forgot why he was there in the first place. When you ask if he needed something, he awkwardly clears his throat and hands you back your towel
Dilf Namjoon who finds out you live alone and assures you that you can come to him for help whenever you need help and not hesitate.
Dilf Namjoon who can't get the image of you out of his mind after that. He keeps thinking of you in ways he shouldn't.
Dilf Namjoon who tries to push those thoughts aside until the day he desperately needs a babysitter for an urgent meeting. Who goes through a mental list of possible options, only for your name to be the first one that comes to mind.
Dilf Namjoon who never intended to rely on a stranger, until he meets you. Until he sees the way his son, who is usually wary of new people, reaches out for you without hesitation.
Dilf Namjoon who is relieved when you agree without hesitation, who watches as his son immediately takes a liking to you, clinging to your hands and giggling as if you were always meant to be there.
Dilf Namjoon who is elated to find that you have no problem looking after his son again and that it's easier since you've been looking after your brother and cousins since a young age.
Dilf Namjoon who invites you over for dinner as a thank you for taking care of his son. He laughs at the fake-offended face you make and says that's what neighbours are for and there's nothing to thank you for.
Dilf Namjoon whose heart skips a beat when you sit with them for dinner. The entire evening, he keeps blushing. The way you take care of his son to the way you help him out in the kitchen, he can't help but think of a domestic life with you.
Dilf Namjoon who realises he is in love with you, when you tuck his son in his bed, when you kiss his forehead so softly.
That night, he kept imagining a life with you as his wife. Sure, he is older than you but isn't that better than boys your age? He's such a loyal gentleman and he earns well as well.
He'd take care of you so well, you don't ever have to worry about anything.
Dilf Namjoon who starts worming his way into your life, you need help with the hinges of your door? Don't worry, Namjoon is perfectly capable. You need to shift the heavy sofa to the other side of the room? Namjoon makes sure to flex his muscles.
Dilf Namjoon who asks for your laptop under the excuse of needing it for work, making sure it seems natural when you offer it to him yourself. Who copies all your files onto his own, going through your photos, your messages, learning everything he can about you.
Dilf Namjoon who learns the recipe you were learning from videos on your laptop and makes them the next time you come over.
Dilf Namjoon who is more than ready to teach you the recipe himself if it means to spend more time with you.
Dilf Namjoon who finds ways to accidentally touch you while you both are cooking. You think he is trying to hug you? Nope, he is just trying to take something from the cabinet above. When his fingers brush against yours while handing you a spoon? He is just making sure you are holding the spoon correctly.
Dilf Namjoon who finds every excuse to keep you close. Who makes sure his son gets attached to you so that you have no choice but to stay.
Dilf Namjoon who grows annoyed when he sees another man drop you off at your apartment late at night. Who waits outside his door, pretending as if he was just about to close it, and asks why you were out so late.
Dilf Namjoon who clenches his jaw when you casually mention that you were just out with friends and that the guy was only being nice. Who doesn't like that answer. Who files that man’s face into his memory, just in case.
Dilf Namjoon who keeps inviting you over under the pretense of his son missing you, using every opportunity to learn more about your life. The first thing he confirms? You don’t have a boyfriend. Good. But even if you did, it wouldn’t have mattered. He would have handled it.
Who can’t take it anymore. Who has spent too many nights imagining what it would be like to have you in his arms, in his bed, forever his.
Dilf Namjoon who drugs you once, just once, slipping something into your tea so that you drift off into a deep sleep. Who lays beside you in his bed, wrapping himself around you as if you were already his.
Dilf Namjoon who takes your phone while you sleep, unlocking it effortlessly with your fingerprint. Who goes through your messages, growing irritated at the guy who keeps flirting with you. Who deletes those messages, blocking the number entirely.
Dilf Namjoon who watches as you wake up the next morning, completely unaware of what had happened.
Dilf Namjoon who comes running to you when his son starts crying, saying he won't calm down until and unless you are there because he had a nightmare and wants his mom (Namjoon encouraged him to call you that) to calm him down.
Dilf Namjoon who convinces you to stay the night when it gets too late, who insists it’s alright to stay at his place. His son, now completely attached to you, whines and clings to your hand, making it impossible for you to refuse.
Dilf Namjoon who stands in the doorway of the guest room after tucking his son in, watching as you settle under the blankets, his heart pounding. You trust him. You feel safe with him. If only you knew the thoughts running through his mind.
Dilf Namjoon who, when the moment is right, makes his move.
In the middle of the night, you wake up to get a glass of water. Only to find him standing there drinking a glass of wine, shirtless.
You think he hasn't seen you and about to make your way back to the guest room to not make it awkward, until he calls out your name.
"Thank you, you know, for taking care of my son," he says, motioning towards the wine. "Do you want some?"
"Thank you for the offer, but I don't drink," you say sheepishly, your gaze dropping.
"And besides, there's no need to thank me. S/n is a wonderful child. I love spending time with him."
He steps closer, the edge of the table pressing against your back, effectively caging you. "He can be yours," he states, his voice low.
"What?" you stammer, your heart suddenly pounding frantically against your ribs.
"I'm saying, he can be your child. Hell, he already is your child at this point. Do you know, when he has nightmares, he calls for you?" His eyes, dark and intense, bore into yours. "I'm serious. I can be a good husband."
He corners you against the counter, his hands resting on either side of you, trapping you. "You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this," he murmurs, his voice thick with longing. His fingers trail along your jaw, tilting your chin up so your eyes meet his.
Dilf Namjoon who finally kisses you, deep and possessive, claiming you with every touch. He smirks as you kiss him back after a while. Who lifts you effortlessly, carrying you to his bed, whispering words of devotion against your skin.
Dilf Namjoon who knows this isn’t just one night.
Dilf Namjoon who presses a kiss to your temple as you drift off in his arms, whispering, "You’re never leaving me now."
Dilf Namjoon who refuses to let you go, you are his wife now, rings and vows can wait.
Dilf Namjoon who has no intention of ever letting you go.
