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THE HOUSE RULES:
1. The omega is never allowed to eat alone unless she asks to - SEUNGCHEOL
2. If she falls asleep on you, carry her to bed. No exceptions - MINGYU
3. Nobody leaves for long amounts of time without scenting her goodbye - JEONGHAN
4. Her nest is neutral territory. Arguments end at the door - JOSHUA
5. If the omega asks anything during heat, the answer is always yes - THE PACK
6. No one is allowed to make her cry and leave the room afterward - WONWOO
7. If she steals your clothes, they belong to her now - MINGYU
8. The omega is not permitted to carry heavy things while alphas are present - MINGHAO
9. Whoever wakes her up is responsible for dealing with the consequences - VERNON
10. Use the omega as you please, but respect is mandatory - THE PACK
11. The omega is not allowed to beg and then act surprised when someone gives in - SEUNGKWAN
12. If she wanders into an alpha’s room after midnight, she knows exactly what she’s doing - SEOKMIN
13. The omega is not allowed to start things in shared spaces and then complain about being watched - JUNHUI
14. If she’s whining, someone should probably handle it - CHAN
15. The omega is not allowed to say “I’m fine” without at least one person investigating immediately - JIHOON
16. Arguments about whose turn it is to use her next must be resolved by rock paper scissors - SOONYOUNG
MEET THE ALPHAS: Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Junhui, Soonyoung, Seokmin, Minghao
MEET THE BETAS: Joshua, Wonwoo, Jihoon, Mingyu, Seungkwan, Vernon, Chan
He’s always been a fighter and a protector in every lifetime. No matter how hard he tries evil always follows you in one way or another. You have no clue who he is until you come face to face with the man, warding off the evil from your dreams. You find him in an abandoned warehouse fighting in an illegal boxing match. The man in the ring winning instantly captures your attention in every way possible.
˙⋆✮ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, smut, angst
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐮(𝐬): underground boxing au, reincarnation au, egyptian god au, soulmate au
˙⋆✮ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 14k
˙⋆✮ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit adult content, violence, gang activity, fighting, injuries, blood, mc has a shitty ex that won’t leave he alone and is harassing her and practically stalking her, attempted murder, sex work, and stripping.
˙⋆✮ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected p in v, creampie, fooling around in the shower, hand job, choking, body worship, couch sex, riding, fingering, they’re both kinda desperate, lots of making out, nipple play Nicknames: baby, bunny (hers)
˙⋆✮ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐧: this was written for ‘Sand of Time’ hosted by @sailorsoons & @daechwitatamic thank you @aeristudios for helping me figure out this story. Thank you for beta reading @thestraybunny. Divider by @/saradika-graphics.
🎧: kiss it better - rhianna | dying for you - charli xcx | do i wanna know - the arctic monkeys | shrike - hoizer | chains of love - charli xcx
Every single existence he's ever had, he's been a fighter. He's lived too many lives times to count. His life as the god Bes makes him a protector. He's lived so many lives protecting people and warding off evil spirits. There’s another repeating situation when it comes to every one of his lives, you. He is put on earth in every life to protect; women, children, and you.
This life is no different. His weekend nights are spent in a warehouse on the dark side of town. This time he wears a mask to hide his identity. The crowd knows him as Bes.
In every lifetime he has you. He sees you in his dreams, and he knows you see him in yours. He counts down the days until he can finally meet you again.
ONE: NOT ALWAYS PROUD OF WHAT YOU HAVE DONE.
Too many nights you spend working in this hell hole of a club. This place is located on the rougher side of town, and a seedy owner who works with very powerful men. The front looks like a normal bar, but through a pair of metal doors the darker and scandalous things unfold. On the stage there is a pole and girl who is dancing to the beat of a sultry song. You've found yourself up there too many times. It's been a couple months since you've stripped. Recently you've been working as a waitress. You're dressed just as scantilly as the girls who walk on that stage. Dressed in a tiny dress with no bra, and a pair of sky high heels.
With a tray in hand you're walking from table to table taking orders. Walking over to the bar you find your favorite bar tender Jeonghan.
"Table ten wants an old fashioned."
"Bunny, why are you here tonight?" Jeonghan is only one of two people you're close with here. He's been calling you Bunny since he met you. He says you're cute like a bunny.
"I'm working." He's asking you why you're here, because this is the ninth day you've been here in a row.
"Why aren't you taking any days off?" Jeonghan asks, as he's making the drink.
"I'm saving money so I can take a self defense class."
"Is Dae still threatening you?” Jeonghan knows all about you ex. Dae and you dated for two years, and broke up over eight months ago and since your break up, he has been harassing you. He's connected to the gangs that run this city and isn't someone to mess with. Over the last two months he's been basically stalking you.
"He won't leave me alone." Jeonghan sits the drink on the counter.
"Bunny, I know a guy. His name is Junhui. He's a fighter and if I tell him about Dae, I know he'll teach you to fight. He's got his own gym and everything."
"Okay." You know that Jeonghan wouldn't send you to a sketchy man, to teach you to fight.
The night goes on in a blur. You keep waiting tables, and you can't count the amount of men who have tried to touch you.
The doors swing open, and you see Dae and a few gang friends walk in. Immediately you feel sick. You glance over at the bar and see Jeonghan watching carefully.
Looking over by the stage you see your boss signaling you towards their table. You shake your head and try to walk away, attempting to rush backstage.
Someone grabs your hand, and immediately you know it's Dae. "Baby, why are you running away?"
Stopping dead in your tracks. You look at him, trying not to show any emotions. "Let go of me."
"If I let go, you'll run away, and we need to talk."
You groan, pulling your shoulder back attempting to get away. "I have nothing to say to you."
"Baby don't be like that."
"Let go of me." You seethe.
This isn't the first time he's shown up. He's just never been brave enough to touch you like this. When you were with him he definitely sucked and was an asshole. He was the definition of a shitty boyfriend, but he never laid a hand on you.
You pull forward quickly, before he drops your hand. You look up to see Mingyu, the body guard holding your ex. "You don't touch the girls, asshole." Mingyu pulls him back.
Dae throws his elbow back attempting to hit Mingyu. Except he doesn’t stand a chance at even moving the mountain that is Mingyu.
'Time to leave, buddy." You look behind him to see another bouncer kicking out Dae's friends.
"Baby, you can't avoid me. We will talk." Mingyu drags him out of the club. Shaking your head rush to the back. Your eyes brim with tears, you're overwhelmed and caught off guard.
The door to the back opens and Mingyu steps into the back. Reaching up you push away your tears. Mingyu silently watches you for a second before he holds open his arms. You don't say anything, you step into his arms. He holds you close and rubs your back.
Since you started working here you've grown close with Mingyu. The bouncer has become like a brother to you. He always goes out of his way to protect you.
"Bun, you should go home." He's picked up on using the same nicknames for you that Jeonghan uses.
"I need the money." You pull away from his hold.
"Jeonghan told me about his friend who is a fighter. I think you should talk to him."
"Okay."
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The night comes to an end finally. You're sitting at the bar with Mingyu counting your money. Most the girls are in the back packing up, and some waitresses are heading home. You don't plan on leaving until Jeonghan and Mingyu can walk out with you. Jeonghan is working on cleaning up the bar. He doesn't have too much more to do before he's good to go.
"Bunny, Junhui has a fight tomorrow at the warehouse on twenty-third tomorrow night. Why don't you go with me tomorrow and you can meet him?"
"Okay." At this point you want to know how to protect yourself against Dae.
"Should you guys be going to an illegal fight night?" Mingyu asks, looking up from his phone.
It's probably not the best idea, but you're desperate. If Jeonghan thinks this Junhui guy can help you, you're willing to go meet him.
"I'll keep her safe." Jeonghan responses.
Mingyu sighs, and rolls his eyes. "Just call me, you guys need me. I have a date, but if things go south I can meet up with you guys."
TWO: THE MIDNIGHT MAN AND THE GIRL WHO HAUNTS HIS DREAMS
It's late at night when Jeonghan picks you up. He takes you to the sketchy part of town that's filled with warehouses.
Based on the amount of people hanging out outside smoking, the loud music that is pulsating all you would swear this is a night club.
Lacing his fingers with yours Jeonghan pulls you inside. You weave your way through the crowd where all the noise is coming from. Pushing your way through he brings you over to one of the corners for the fighters. A tall man dressed in very fashionable street wear greets Jeonghan.
"Minghao, this is my friend _____."
Minghao nods in your direction. "You're the one Bes is going to teach to fight?" You've never heard the name Bes before, you thought you were meeting up with someone named Junhui.
"Bes?"
"That's the only name he goes by here." Minghao responds.
"Oh."
"How is Chan doing?" You assume Chan is one of the boys in the middle of the empty space fighting.
"He's doing good, he's winning."
You watch as the smaller of the two men, seems to be winning. He’s getting a few good punches in. This warehouse is packed, the sounds of booming base music, and the loud cheers rattle your chest. Looking around you see a mix of people like you, struggling to get by and people who are dressed in high luxury brands.
Minghao pats Jeonghan on the back. “You should go see Bes before the fight.”
Jeonghan takes your hand leading you towards the back. Standing at the door you see a buff man in a suit blocking the back door.
“Hao told us Bes wants to see us.”
The bouncer glances passed both of you. Turning back, you see Minghao nod his head, the bouncer steps aside. The backroom is practically empty other than a couple folding chairs, and a few duffle bags. In the middle of the room you see a man wearing a face mask covering from below his eyes down. He’s clearly warming up. The other man is holding up gloves helping him practice.
“Soonyoung.” Jeonghan says releasing your hand.
Immediately the boys stop practicing. Soonyoung walks over and gives Jeonghan a hug. The man who was referred to as Bes stares at you silently. Slowly he tilts his head as if he’s studying you. Without thinking you step closer to him. There is something about him that you’re immediately drawn to. He doesn’t move, he’s locked in place watching you.
The door you walked through swings opens. Another man dressed in an expensive suit steps into the back.
“Bes, it’s your turn. Kick Parks ass. I have a lot of money riding on this fight.” The man shouts before walking out.
Jeonghan grabs your hand pulling you towards him. “We’ll meet you guys back here after the fight.”
The man behind the mask doesn’t say anything, he just watches as Jeonghan leads you back out the door.
Walking back into the warehouse things feel different. EDM music is booming through the speakers. Jeonghan leads you back over towards Minghao. You look to the other side of the ring to see a tall man with a similar build as Junhui. He’s covered in tattoos with dark hair.
The speaker crackles as someone shouts, “Bes!” The room instantly erupts. Soonyoung walks out next to Junhui, with the man in the suit flanking behind them. Junhui shirtless, wearing black cargo pants, and no shoes. Your eyes are instantly captivated by his beautiful body. He stops next to you and nods before walking to the center of the empty space.
Jeonghan never releases your hand as the fight starts. The bass is booming as they go blow for blow fighting. It’s clear that Junhui who everyone refers to as Bes is a very skilled fighter. The other fighter lands a solid kick on Junhui ribs, sending him shuffling back. Your eyes never leave him. He takes another step back gathering himself, before launching towards Park. With every single punch Junhui is getting the upper hand.
Park doesn’t give up though, he keeps giving Junhui firm kicks to the ribs. Junhui gets a strong kick to his jaw, sending Park down to the floor. The crowd erupts the moment he hits the concrete.
The same person that was dressed in the expensive suit walks into the middle and declares Bes the winner. Junhui dips his head, before walking back to back. The man in the suit hands Minghao a huge stack of money. Minghao gives him a curt nod, before him and Soonyoung follow Junhui to the back. Jeonghan squeezes your hand before dragging you off. Jeonghan locks the door as you step into the to room.
“Is it locked?” Minghao asked.
“Yeah.” Jeonghan says before releasing your hand.
Junhui takes off his face mask. He’s maybe ten feet from you. He takes a deep breath as he stares at you. For years you’ve had dreams of the man who is standing in front of you. Maybe it’s not him, but you feel like you know him.
“Jeonghan, who is this?” Junhui finally speaks.
“This is ___, she’s the girl who I mentioned.”
Reaching into his duffle bag, he pulls out a black hoodie. He pulls it on slowly, clearly sore from the fight. “You need to learn self defense right?”
“Yeah.” You finally speak.
“Why does she need to learn to fight?” Soonyoung asks.
Minghao seems like he’s barely paying attention. He’s more focused on counting the wad of money he was handed.
“My ex won't leave me alone."
“Fuck.” Minghao chimes in.
“The dude is an asshole. He won’t leave her alone at work now. Mingyu and I are trying to protect her, but we can’t always be there.” You’re scared of your ex, but at least you know at work and whenever you’re with them, they’ll keep you safe.
“I’ll teach you to fight.” He steps closer to you. “I’ll help keep you safe.” You don’t understand right now, but Junhui will do anything to protect you.
“I appreciate it.” He steps closer and instantly stops in his tracks.
“Jeonghan can give you my contact info.”
“Okay.”
THREE: A SPARK LIKE YOU’VE NEVER FELT BEFORE
The address Junhui gave you is a gym on the west side of town. It’s about a twenty minute walk from your place.
Standing outside the gym, you notice there are brick apartments above. Looking at the address again you realize that it’s for one of the apartments. You see a glass door. Walking over to it you pull it open. His building is nice, it definitely is newer than yours. Walking up the stairs you see the numbers and walk two doors to the left.
You aren’t quite sure why you’re nervous. You give the black painted wood door two firm knocks. You step back and wait. It only takes about thirty seconds before Minghao opens the door.
“Hello.” He gives you a small wave, before stepping aside.
You give him a polite nod. Stepping inside you look around. The apartment is an open concept for the kitchen and living area. There looks to be a small hallway where you assume the bedrooms are located. The walls are a mix of brick, and grey paint. The floor is a dark hard wood with a big green rug in the living area.
“Jun is in his room. Let me go grab him.” Minghao excuses himself, leaving you go awkwardly stand in the living room. You keep looking around, taking in the details of their shared space.
Looking over at the hallway you watch as both boys walk out. Minghao is now wearing a coat. He gives you another nod.
“I’m going to meet up with Chan and Soonyoung.” The front door clicks and suddenly you’re alone with the familiar man.
He’s dressed more casually today. He’s wearing a black tank top that hugs his toned body, and a pair of black joggers. His hair looks fluffy, almost as if his hair has been freshly washed.
“I feel like I should properly introduce myself.” You realize that at the warehouse he only really learned your name. “I’m ___, you can call me bunny if you want. Jeonghan and Mingyu call me that.”
He smiles at your cute nickname. “Bunny?”
“Yeah. It’s a long story, but the short version is, according to Jeonghan, I’m cute like a bunny.”
“I’m Junhui. My friend call me Jun, and you can as well. Whenever I’m fighting I go by Bes. If you ever watch me fight again, or you see me in a mask please just call me Bes.”
“Why Bes?”
“Bes is a god who is a protector. I’ve lived my life trying to protect women and children.” Something about him feels so safe. You don’t know him, but you feel as if you’ve always known him.
“I like that.”
He steps closer to you. “I’ll teach you to protect yourself, and I’ll protect you.”
“Thank you.”
“Let me take you to the gym downstairs. I own it with Hao.”
He leads you to the door. He slips on a pair of sneakers and grabs a set of keys from the bowl that’s sitting on a table by the door.
Neither of you say anything as you head downstairs. He walks up to the door and slowly opens it. Stepping inside you see some fighting equipment. It’s clear based on the fight you watched, and Junhui’s build that he's a trained fighter.
He leaves you standing on the padded mat to look around, walking over to the box and pulls out gloves. He walks back over to you. “Do you know how to fight?”
“I know how to punch someone.”
“Do you know how to defend yourself?”
“Not really.”
He hands you the gloves. “Put these on.”
You put them on with his help. He moves so you’re standing in the middle of the padded floor. Holding his bare hands up, he nods. “Alright, punch my hands.”
“Won’t that hurt you?”
“I take punches for a living. No offense you don’t hit as hard as the men I fight.”
You throw a punch at his left hand and then his right now.
“Good job, now do it again.”
For about two hours he trains you on fighting and defense. You’re absolutely exhausted, and sitting on the floor with your back against the wall. Junhui is sitting next to you. He holds out a bottle of water. You take a huge gulp of water.
“You did good.” He says.
“How are you still standing after fighting? I’m exhausted.” You lean your head back against the wall.
“I’ve trained for this for a long time.”
You take another big sip of the water. “What made you become an underground fighter?”
He pushes his fingers through his hair. “I’ve always been good at fighting. I realized early on when I would fight I would get this adrenaline rush. Fighting in that warehouse just became quick and easy money for me.”
“Oh.”
He grabs his own water and takes a big sip. “I feel like I should get to know you. Where do you work?”
“I work at the same club Jeonghan does.” Junhui has never been to a club, but what he has gathered from Soonyoung and Jeonghan it sounds like it's a club and a strip club. He’s not sure what your job is, but he doesn’t care if you’re a stripper.
“What do you do there?”
“I’m a waitress.”
“Where do you live?”
“Downtown, near the train station on seventh street.” Junhui knows exactly where that is. That isn’t the best part of town. He knows the rent is cheaper there. Soonyoung used to date a girl who lived a couple blocks from there. It’s about a twenty minute walk from the warehouse district.
“Do you walk to work?” He doesn’t like the idea of you walking home at night.
“Sometimes. Other times Jeonghan or Mingyu take me home.”
He pushes himself off the ground. “Maybe you shouldn’t be walking home if your ex is stalking you.”
“I know. It’s really rare for me to walk home.”
Junhui holds out his hand. You take it, and he pulls you up. “Call if you ever need a ride home. I’ll pick you up or Hao can.”
“You’re already doing too much for me, by helping me learn to fight.” You look down and realize he’s still holding your hand. Him holding your hand feels so natural.
“I promised you that I would keep you safe, and I meant that.” He releases your hand.
“I feel like I know you for some reason.” You knit your brows, you can’t fully explain what you’re feeling.
He doesn’t say anything, he just looks at you with an unreadable expression.
“Maybe we were meant to know each other.” He finally responds.
“Maybe.”
“Did you walk here?”
“Yeah.”
“Let me drive you home.”
FOUR: ALL THE MESSED I’VE MADE, LEAD ME BACK TO YOU
Over the last month and half you’ve been going to Junhui’s place by train three times a week. You’ve grown quite close to the masked fighter. You’ve even gone to a handful more of his fights. It's become clear that Junhui is the star fighter of that underground fight scene.
It's a day you're off and went to Junhui's gym for training. You've gotten quite good at boxing. Junhui is holding up his hand helping you hit moving targets. He's wearing a proud smile at how good you've gotten.
Junhui is standing by the wall drinking water while you fix your hair. Junhui can't help but be distracted sometimes at how beautiful he thinks you are.
You turn and give him a smile. "What are your plans this evening?"
"I don't have any. Minghao is out on a date so I think I'm home alone."
"Would you want to hang out and get dinner together?"
"Sure." You don't realize but Junhui will do anything you ask him to do.
You end up at a little hole in the wall bar that serves delicious Thai Food downtown that you love.
There is a cozy little booth by the back wall. You're each drinking a bottle of beer while sharing a couple plates of delicious food.
You notice how comfortable Junhui has grown around you. He's dishing himself some pad thai while listening to you tell a story about growing up.
"How long have you been at the club?" He asks.
"Five years. The money is really good there." You really hope he doesn't push for too much more information about the club.
"How long have you lived alone?"
"About two years. I used to live with a shitty ex."
"Was that shitty ex Dae or another one?"
"Another one. I have a bad track record with men." You don't know the last time you actually dated a decent guy. Your last three relationships started out good, before they both crashed and burned.
"You’re too good for those men." He says confidently.
"I wish I believed that." You used to be so confident, but since Dae and you broke up he's seemed to break your confidence.
"You're beautiful, kind, and compassionate. I think that makes you too good for most men." He picks up his beer and stares at it for a moment. "Any man you choose to give any of your time to, should feel lucky."
"I'm really glad Jeonghan introduced us." Junhui feels like he's the missing piece in life.
"I think I definitely owe him."
You both sit there enjoying your food. You hear someone yell your name. You look over at the pool table to see Dae and some of his gang friends.
You must look like you've seen a ghost. Junhui glances at you and quickly looks over at Dae who is walking towards you. Your hand that is sitting on the table instant clenches.
Junhui reaches out grabbing your hand. You relax it as he holds your hand. He squeezes it once, gaining your attention.
"There's my girl." Dae says walking up.
"I'm not your girl." You say firmly.
"Who is this guy?" Dae turns his attention to Junhui.
Junhui narrows his eyes at him. "None of your business."
"I think it's my business who my girl is seeing." Dae tilts his head.
"She's not your property and she sure as hell isn't your girl."
Dae barks out a laugh. "You're just her new toy. Soon she'll get bored with you, and come running back to me."
"Fuck you, Dae."
"We both know it's true, baby."
"I think you should leave her alone." Junhui releases your hand and stands up.
"Or what?" Dae says, shoving his finger into Junhui's chest.
You look behind your ex to see his friends are paying attention to what is unfolding. You stand up and grab Junhui's hand. You're scared of what will happen if you don't leave now.
"Let's go." You tug on his hand.
"What's wrong lover boy are you going to let her boss you around."
"I think it’s for the best that I leave. Just know if you lay another finger on her, I will end you."
Junhui squeezes your hand as he leads you out of the bar. Neither of you say anything as he leads you back to his car.
He unlocks the door and helps you into your side. He gets in and silently starts driving. Your chest aches, realizing your ex possibly ruined everything you could have been building with Junhui.
You expect him to drive you back home, but are surprised when he takes you to his place.
"What's going on?" You finally ask.
"I don't want you home alone in an apartment where Dae can find you."
Heading upstairs to his place he walks up slowly behind you, almost as if he's protecting you.
Once inside you notice how quiet the place is. Minghao must still be out for the night.
"Let's head to my room."
You follow him down the small hallway. He opens the door and you both head inside. His room is cream colored with dark hardwood floors. His bed is a queen with dark grey sheets and a cream comforter. The floor is partially covered by a grey rug. There is a door that sits against the same wall as his bed. That leads to the ensuite bathroom.
"You can sleep in here tonight and I'll sleep in the living room."
You hate the idea of him giving up his bed to you. "We can share the bed. I don't mind."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Would you like to shower before we go to bed?"
"Please."
He shows you how to use the shower and tells you all his products in the shower can be used.
"I'll find you some clothes to sleep in."
"I'll close the curtain so you can just bring them in if you don't mind."
"Okay."
He leaves you alone in the bathroom. Pulling back the curtain and the sliding glass door you turn on the water giving it a moment to warm up. Stripping away your clothes, you try to fold them up neatly.
Stepping into the hot water you instantly start to relax. You just stand there letting the warm water washes the stress your ex caused.
The door opens and it takes everything in you not to peek through the curtain to him. "I got you a pair of shorts that are pretty comfortable and a baggy shirt."
"Thank you."
"I'll be on the other side of the door if you need me."
The door clicks shut signaling you're alone again. Looking on the corner shelf you find shampoo and conditioner. You're happy to see Junhui doesn't use two in one like some men. It looks like he has nice moisturizing shampoo and conditioner.
You take your time washing your hair, before using his citrus scented body wash. He always smells so fresh and clean and now you know why.
After you finish showering you work on fully drying yourself off and taming your hair.
Walking into his bedroom you find him laying on the top of the comforter in just a pair of sweat shorts. You already have a crush on him and the thought of him laying in bed with you, looking like that is enough to make you go crazy.
Crawling into bed you lay there staring at the ceiling. "Thank you for keeping me safe." You glance over at him.
"I promised you that I would protect you."
"I appreciate it. It's been really nice having you in my life."
"I'm glad we met." He says as he starts to crawl under the covers.
"Maybe we should get some sleep."
Closing your eyes you try to sleep. Anytime you get close to falling asleep, you keep having visions of the man lying next to you. Your dreams of him almost feel like déjà vu.
Your eyes slowly open. Laying on your side you stare at him. Since meeting Junhui you can't help but feel like your life is changing for the better. The problem is, you're terrified he's going to grow tired of you and all your baggage. What if he doesn’t like the sides of you that you desperately try to keep hidden?
His eyes flutter open. "What are you looking at?"
"You."
He reaches out, setting his hand right next to yours. The room feels incredibly small. It's taking everything not to reach out and touch him.
"Are you tired?" He asks.
"Yeah."
"You should get some sleep." He laces his fingers with yours. "Sweet dreams, bunny."
FIVE: KISS IT BETTER
Over the last week you find yourself constantly with Junhui if you aren't working. He's become a very important fixture in your life. Jeonghan and Mingyu have even started teasing you at work, about your crush on him. You don't even bother lying to yourself anymore. You're well aware you've fallen for the masked fighter.
The tension between the two of you is starting to be too much. Your days spent at his gym leave your yearning for the smallest touches. It's been too long since you've been intimate with someone, and the fact that you like him so much isn't helping. You feel touch starved. You would do anything just to hold his hand again.
It's another rainy day and you find yourself in Junhui's empty gym with him. Instead of boxing like you normally do, he's teaching you how to get out of a submission hold.
He’s hovering over you, with your hands pinned to the floor next to your head. You didn't make it easy on him trying to pin you down. You shift slightly trying to pull away.
"You can get out of this." He pushes your hands back down. Lifting your hips, you try to knock him off you. He shakes his head. "I'm not going to make it easy."
You know you have one chance if you can throw your leg hard enough to knock you both over. You take a deep breath before throwing your leg.
Jun releases you, tumbling off you. Pushing yourself off the ground, you make quick work of crawling on top of him. You sit on his lap. There is absolutely no way you can keep him pinned down, but you wanted to prove to him, you could get out of his hold.
Grabbing his hands you pin them next to his head, just like he did to you. He looks up at you giving you a wicked grin.
"That's impressive."
You release his hands knowing he'll pin you again to prove a point if you don't wave the white flag.
One of your hands rests over his chest. You can feel his heart beating below. He lifts his head slightly.
"Do you like the view?" You give him a smile.
"The view is great."
You lean down slightly. God, up close like this he's so damn beautiful. He pushes himself up so you're still sitting on his lap but his face is close to yours.
Silently he pushes your hair out of your face. His hand rests on your cheek. "You're so pretty. The view from here is even better."
Leaning in close you test the water. Resting your nose against his. Your lips part as you take a deep breath.
"I'm going to kiss you." He whispers.
The moment your lips touch for the first time, you feel alive. Kissing him is everything you've dreamed of. One of his hands stays on your cheek while the other rests on your hip, holding you close to him.
Pulling back you can't help but smile. "That was nice."
He gives you the cutest crooked smile. Leaning back in you crash your lips into his. One of his hands roams your back. Your lips move together in perfect sync. He runs his tongue across the seam of your lips. Opening your mouth he slides his tongues against yours.
His hand rests on your butt, squeezing it he pulls your body closer to his. You're making out on the floor of his gym, like a couple of horny teenagers.
Tangling your fingers in his hair you hold him close to you.
"I like you." You whisper against his lips.
"Fuck—" He moans.
You have no concept of time as you kiss him like your life depends on it. It could be five minutes or even an eternity.
Pulling away you both need a minute to catch your breath. He rests his large hand on your cheek. He drags his thumb across your bottom lip.
"Where have you been all my life?" You sigh.
"Waiting for you."
SIX: LITTLE SECRETS YOU CANT TELL
You hate nights like this when neither Jeonghan or Mingyu are at work with you. Your rent is due, and the only way to avoid being absolutely broke for a few weeks, is getting up on stage. Normally it would be fine if you knew the boys were here as a safety net.
Just knowing you’re alone always leaves you feeling unsettled.
Looking in the mirror you work on reapplying the makeup you caked on when you know you're going on stage. A couple of the dancers sitting on the other side of the mirror are talking about some work gossip. Since you started dancing here you try your hardest to stay out of drama. You have enough going on in your life. The last thing you need is for people at work to be involved in your life.
This is the final half hour of your night. You just need to do one more dance and you're able to go home, with plenty of money.
"____ you're up next." The DJ pops into the back and shouts.
You walk out to the stage. You take a slow deep breath as the music starts to play. The guitar intro to "Kiss It Better" by Rhianna plays you in.
Walking on the stage the bright lights are blinding. You hand grips the pole as you spin around.
As the song goes on you start shedding what little clothes you're wearing. The song comes to a close and you're left standing on stage fully naked. Walking off stage in your sky high heels you wrap a robe around you tightly.
You walk into the back room and immediately grab your toiletry bag. You head into the wash room and work on washing away the stage make up that's caked onto your face. You have no problem with Junhui seeing you barefaced, but you don't want to see him in full stage makeup.
Heading back to your locker you're greeted by one of the managers handing you your tips from the last dance. You pull out some for the djs and bartender and then shove it into the pouch you keep in your bag.
"Are you heading out?" Your manager asks.
"Yeah."
"Have a good night."
Reaching into your back you pull out a pair of joggers and sweater. You get dressed in your warm and cozy clothes quickly. Grabbing your phone from your bag you see a text from Junhui. It reads "be outside in five minutes."
You gather your purse and make sure you have your money bag. You shove the rest of your dancing stuff in your locker. You make your way quickly through the club hoping to get to Junhui.
Walking outside into the cool night air you see him parked close to the entrance. You jog to his car and quickly get in.
Sitting your bag on the floorboard you turn and give him a smile. "Thank you for picking me up."
"How was work?" He asks. Your stomach twists in knots. You hate talking about your job. You don't want to lie to him, but you can't bring yourself to tell him that tonight was one of those nights you took your clothes off on stage.
"Fine." You know you probably sound short with your answer but you can't help it.
"What happened?" He raises his brow, clearly confused by your tone.
"It's just work."
"Did you want to talk about it?"
"Can we please not?" You can't do this tonight. You aren't ready for things to blow up between you.
"We don't have to talk about it." He leans over and presses his lips to your cheek for a gentle kiss.
"I know it's late, but did you want to stay at my place tonight? The guys are over hanging out and they asked if you would join us." This isn't the first time he's asked you to stay over since your first kiss. You've stayed over enough that Junhui has gotten toiletries of things you use in his bathroom. Your sleepovers are quite innocent outside of some kissing. You both just like the intimacy of sharing a bed and cuddling.
In the process of getting close to Junhui, you've also grown close with his three best friends.
"Is there possibly food there? I'm starving."
He holds his hand out. Without thinking twice you lace your fingers with his. He lifts his hand and kisses the top of your hand.
"Chan brought pizza over."
"Perfect."
The drive to Junhui's place isn't too long. He parks and turns the car off. He doesn't move to get out and neither do you. He turns towards you and gives you a look. You unbuckle your seatbelt and practically launch yourself at him. You move so you're sitting on his lap, with the steering wheel against your back. Your fingers are tangled in his hair as your lips move together. Since your first kiss you shared at the gym, it's not uncommon for you and him to make out like a couple of horny teenagers. His hands roam your back. His hand dips below the back of your sweats. His finger toy with the back of your thong because he grabs the fleshy cheek of your ass. You realize he's definitely an ass man. Whenever you're on top of him he's constantly grabbing your butt.
"Fuck—" he moans against your lips. "I'm going to get hard if we don't stop."
"Is that a problem?" You tease him, pulling back.
"Yeah. Our first time shouldn't be in my car. We should take things slower." You've never had a man want to take things slow like this. But you have no problem waiting. You know when you finally have sex it will be intense, just like everything is with him.
After your intense makeout session in the car you find yourself in the living room of Junhui and Minghao's apartment. It's two in the morning but none of the guys seem to be tired. Soonyoung is sitting on the floor next to Chan. They have been talking about some huge fight with some man named Johnny.
"Dude, Johnny is in Sung's gang. Last time I checked Sung is still pissed he lost money when you beat him." Soonyoung says. If you remember correctly, Sung was the first man you saw Junhui fight.
"Is fighting Johnny a good idea?" Minghao asks.
"No." Chan chimes in.
"The money would be crazy though." Soonyoung responds.
Junhui isn't saying anything. He's just silently sitting on the couch next to you.
"Jun you don't have to do it." Minghao says.
"If I don't fight him, Sung is just going to be more pissed."
"Dude Johnny is huge. He knocked out Bronx and broke his arm." Chan says.
Everything they're all saying is making you extremely uneasy. You look over at Junhui, unable really read his emotions.
"What is the payout?" Junhui asks.
"Double the Sung fight." Minghao says.
"I'll do it." The moment he agrees you suddenly want to cry. You push yourself off the couch.
You don't say anything as you walk off to Junhui's room. You don't want to make a scene begging him not to fight. You clearly have something going on with Junhui but you definitely aren't his girlfriend.
You head off to the bathroom to brush your teeth and to start getting ready for bed. You go about your business brushing your teeth and changing into the oversized shirt and shorts Junhui keeps in the top drawer for you.
You walk out of the bathroom and find Junhui sitting on the bed waiting for you.
"You're clearly upset."
You stop in front of him and stand between his spread legs. "I'm worried."
"I can count on one hand how many fights I've lost." He rests his hand on your thigh.
"If you're going to do this fight I want to be there."
He shakes his head, leaning back away from you. "It could get ugly, and I don't want you to see it."
Closing your eyes you take a deep. How could you possibly explain to him that you care so much about him that you'll be worried sick about him?
"I need to be there. I can't just go to work or sit at home and pretend everything is okay." You crawl on to his lap. "I'm begging you, please."
Reaching up he holds your face with both hands. "You need to bring Jeonghan or Mingyu with you."
He leans up, pressing his lips to yours. You don't realize but he cares about you so much, that he can't stand the idea of you being upset with him.
"You can go back out with the boys if you want." You feel guilty he left his friends because you got upset.
"They're just drinking and hanging out. I don't want to do that. I want to lay in bed and hold you."
Crawling off of him, you shimmy out of your shorts you're wearing. You're standing there in just a little thong and an oversized shirt.
"I think you're trying to make me hard." He groans laying down flat.
"It's more comfortable to sleep this way." You flash him a faux innocent smile.
He lets out a heavy sigh before sitting up. "Should I sleep naked?"
"I would prefer you did." You tease him crawling into the side of your bed you find yourself always sleeping on.
He heads off to the bathroom leaving you alone for about five minutes. He comes back dressed only in a pair of tight boxer-briefs that leave little to the imagination.
He crawls into bed next to you. Reaching over he turns off the light. He pulls you close to him. Your head is resting on this chest and he has your leg pulled on top of his stomach. You're as physically close as you can be.
You never feel as relaxed as you are in his arms. It doesn't take long until you're sound asleep curled up against him.
SEVEN: EVERYTHING WAS MIDNIGHT RAIN
It’s hard to watch the fight unfolding in front of you. Jeonghan holds your hand tightly. Johnny is bigger than Junhui and his hits are landing hard. He throws a head right hook to Junhui's jaw. He stumbles back, spitting out blood.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you can’t watch this. The crowd erupts screaming. Opening your eyes just a little you see Johnny on the floor. Junhui is on top of him throwing punches.
Johnny gets a firm kick in, getting Junhui off of him. Junhui stumbles back. Johnny is throwing punches, and kicks nonstop. Junhui is able to block most of them. Johnny gets another firm hit in, splitting open Junhui eyebrow.
Burying yourself into Jeonghan’s side, you squeeze your eyes shut. You care about the man in the mask too much to watch him get this hurt.
“Keep your eyes closed.” Jeonghan says.
You try to block out everything. The cheers get louder, and you hear the noises both the fighters are making. The crowd groans and suddenly erupts.
Pulling away from Jeonghan slowly you find Johnny knocked out on the concrete and Junhui standing tall. Blood is dripping from his eyebrow down his face. Lifting his hand he wipes away the blood. His eyes stay locked on yours.
Your chest aches staring at him. He’s staring at you in the room filled to the brim with people cheering, like it's only you two. The vice grip on your heart, leaves you stuck standing there.
Hao and Soonyoung rush over to Junhui. Soonyoung is working on checking on him while the man running the show hands Minghao a duffel bag. Junhui and the boys walk towards the back. The moment they’re close to you and Jeonghan, Junhui grabs your hand. Lacing his fingers with yours, he squeezes your hand.
Once in the back, Jeonghan locks the door. Junhui takes off his mask. You instantly notice his lip is busted open. You want to work on cleaning him up, but before you can, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.
You can feel the eyes of the other three boys burning into you. Closing your eyes, you lean into him. Wrapping your arms around him tightly. You don’t ever want to see him in another fight like that.
“I’m sorry, you had to see that.” He says just loud enough for you to hear.
“I can’t see you get hurt like that again.” Tears brim your eyes. You can’t help but cry. Sniffling back tears, you try to keep yourself together.
He pulls away slowly. He stares at you for a short second. Reaching up he rests his hand on your cheek. His thumb drags across your cheek, pushing away your tears.
“I should get looked at.”
Stepping back, you nod. “Yea. Soonyoung needs to clean up your wounds and doctor you.”
Junhui slowly walks over towards the boy. You stand locked in the same place Junhui left you. Jeonghan walks in over to you. Your eyes are locked on the man you’ve grown to care for, as his friends are inspecting his injuries.
Jeonghan stands next to you. He nudges your side, catching your “Do you love him?” He asks, just loud enough for you to hear.
“I think so. I think there is something in the universe that pulled us to each other. Before him, there was a part of me that always felt like it was missing. He makes me feel whole.”
“It seems like he loves you.”
“I’m bad luck, and I’m so scared he's going to get hurt because of me.”
“He won’t get hurt because of you. Let him protect you, and take care of you.” Jeonghan nudges your side again.
You finally look away from Junhui. “What if he doesn’t like who I am? What if he finds out about my job, and it’s too much for him?” Everything you’ve done at work that you’re not proud of, was so you could survive. You never planned on taking your clothes off for money, but sometimes you have to so you can survive.
“He’s not going to judge you. I know him, he’s a really good guy and he cares about you. He’s not going to care that you strip every so often.”
Junhui slowly stands up. Minghao hands him another mask. As soon as you all walk out of the back door, you don’t want people to fully see his face.
He puts on the mask and glances over at you. He walks over to you and laces his fingers with yours. Being close to him feels natural.
Walking out of the crowded warehouse. Soonyoung helps clear a path. Stopping at the entrance you see it’s now raining.
“Can I come to your place, to take care of you?” You don’t want to be alone tonight. You’re just going to stay awake all night worrying about him.
“Yeah of course.”
Jeonghan and Soonyoung say goodnight, before running to their cars. Junhui leads you through the rain towards Minghao’s car.
The ride to the boy’s apartment wasn’t too long. Minghao walks behind as Junhui slowly makes his way upstairs. Once inside, Junhui heads off to his room. Before you can follow, Minghao grabs your wrist stopping you.
“Hey?”
“Yeah?”
“He doesn’t do this with other women. I know you seem kind of guarded, and I want you to know he’s not some player or something. He’s pretty guarded himself, and only let you in because he cares about you.”
“I care about him too.”
“I know.” Minghao releases your wrist. “Take care of him tonight.”
“I will.”
You head off towards Junhui’s room. Slowly pushing the door open. He’s nowhere to be seen. You look by his hamper and find his clothes he was just wearing. The door that leads to the bathroom is cracked, and you can hear the water running.
Pushing the door open you see the curtain is pulled shut. “Jun?”
“Yeah, bunny?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, you can join me if you would like.”
Walking in you shut the door fully. Without even thinking you start stripping away your clothes. Being naked in front of people isn't anything new for you, but the idea of him seeing you naked for the first time feels intimate.
Pulling back the curtain, you slide the door open. You step into the shower carefully. Your eyes instantly lock onto his beautiful body that is drenched. His ribs are already painted with water colored bruises, blooming on his skin. His lip is slowly healing. He turns around letting the water rinse away his shampoo.
You could spend hours admiring all the details of his beautiful body. Your eyes can’t help but wander down to his large cock, which is resting between his legs.
“You’re beautiful.” You say.
He gives you a gentle smile. “You’re breathtaking.”
He steps out from the water and holds his hand out. You reach out, taking his hand. Stepping under the hot water, your body instantly starts to relax.
“You know we’ve only ever kissed and now I’m naked in the shower with you.” You try to make light of the situation.
“I’m sorry.” He leans in close, while the water is pouring down on both of you.
“Don’t be sorry.” You want anything and everything this man will possibly give you.
His large hand rests on your cheek. He leans in even closer so his nose is bumping yours. His lips just barely brush yours as he takes a deep breath. Your lips part, as you’re dying to say something. Silent pleads sit on your tongue.
“Jun—“
“Let me take a moment to enjoy this.”
“Kiss me or I might drop dead.”
The softest laugh passes his lips. Everything melts away as his lips crash into yours. Your fingers tangle in his wet hair, holding him close to you.
He pulls back slightly, just giving you each a moment to breathe.
“Are you hurting?” You know he’s in pain after that terrible fight.
“A little but, I want to be close to you. I want to kiss you, just like I do in every lifetime.”
“Lifetime?” You have no clue what he’s talking about.
“I was made in every lifetime for you.” He rambles before crashing his lips into yours again.
He moves your both, so your back is pressed up against the cold white tile. Your lips move together like you need each other to breathe. Junhui is the air in your oxygen deprived lungs. He moves from kissing your lips, across your jaw, and down your delicate neck.
Echoing moans pass your lips as he finds the sensitive spot on the side of your neck. “Jun—“
He kisses the tops of each of your breasts. Mindlessly reach between your two bodies. You find his hardening cock against your stomach.
“Can I?” You ask.
“Please.”
His lips travel back to yours. The way your lips move together is intoxicating. You focus on pumping his length at a steady pace. He groans into mouth as you continue to kiss. One of his hands is on your breast, squeezing it. His thumb teases your nipple, reaching moans from you.
“Fuck—“ he whispers against your lips.
“You feel good.” You whisper.
“I’m going to cum.” You take this as your sign to pick up the pace.
His nose rests against yours. His lips part, and soft moans and groans pour out. His breathing is heavy, and his eyes closed.
“Fuck—“ He paints your hand and stomach with his milky white release.
You pull back and smile at the sight of him. He looks heavenly in his post orgasmic bliss.
You step back under the water rinsing off your hand and stomach. Junhui moves so he’s leaning against the wall. His eyes slowly open, he looks at you in a haze.
“Baby, come here.” He reaches for you. “Let me take care of you.”
“Later, right now I’m taking care of you.”
He steps back towards the water again. He presses his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. “I can make you cum.”
“You don’t need to. Let’s finish up and go to bed.”
Getting out of the shower you both take your time drying off. Neither of you bother putting on clothes. You crawl into his bed. You’re laying on your side with Junhui curled up behind you, holding you close. Nothing is said as he presses kisses to your bare shoulder.
“Jun?”
“Yeah, baby?” You love when he calls you baby.
“What do you mean, you were made for me in every lifetime?” You aren’t sure if he was just rambling on if what he said actually meant something.
“You’re going to think I’m crazy.”
“Jun, I feel things for you I can’t explain. I don’t think you’ll say anything I think is crazy.”
“I’ve lived so many lifetimes , they all just feel like recurring dreams.” He pauses for a moment. “But in every single lifetime, I have you. We’ve had many different names, but in every single one we look the same. I find you in every single one of those lives, and I always love you. In every life I protect, I'm the protector Bes, and in every lifetime I protect you.” You should run away and tell him he’s crazy, but you know deep down this is true. You’ve had dreams of him, long before you met him. You know deep down inside you’ve lived many life times together.
“I believe you.”
He presses a kiss to the back of your neck. “That’s why we’re drawn to each other.”
“It makes sense.” You let out a yawn. It’s been a long day and you can barely hold your eyes open.
“Let’s get some sleep.” He says softly.
It doesn’t take long before you both fall asleep curled up with the echoing sounds of the rain outside.
EIGHT: ALL THE PAIN AND FEAR
Nights like this are the worst. You went into work telling yourself you would just work as a waitress. That the tips and pay from that alone would get you in the clear for a few weeks. You didn't expect your boss to ask if you wanted to get on stage.
Sitting in the back Jeonghan comes over and sits down next to you. He places soda down in front of you.
Glancing up at him, you find him giving you a sympathetic smile.
"You don't have to get up there if you don't want to."
"I know. I'm worried about what Jun will think." Before him you didn't really worry about what someone would think about you getting on that stage.
"I promise you, he won't care."
"What if he looks at me differently?" You grab the lemon lime soda he placed in front of you.
"Neither me or Mingyu looked at you differently when you started doing it. Jun won't care. You just need to be honest with him."
A heavy sigh passes your lips. You bring the ice cold glass to your lips and take a drink or the crisp soda.
"If you don't want to do it, you can always say no. Woojin is an asshole but I doubt he would make you get on stage if you don't want to."
Jeonghan stands up and pats your back. "Whatever you want to do I support you."
You finish drinking your soda and decide you're just going to do it. You've never felt shameful for being a stripper and you know deep down inside Junhui won't care.
One dance that's all you'll do, and then you'll be a waitress the rest of the night.
Heading off to the room the dancer get ready in, you go to your locker where you store things for nights like tonight.
You're dressed in a tiny white lace set that leaves little to the imagination. Putting on your heels you go over to the DJ and let him know what song you want him to play.
Standing on the side stage you take slow deep breaths trying to calm down. The beat to the song "Do I Wanna Know" by the Arctic Monkeys starts to play. The DJ says your stage name as you walk onto the stage.
Being on stage feels like a blur. Leaning against the cold pole you sway your body to the beat of the music. Reaching for the front clasps on your bra, you disconnect it and let the white lace fall to the floor.
Looking around you just see the bright light and the money hitting the stage.
Grabbing the pole, you walk around it just dressed in your tiny white thong. Stepping out of it, you leave yourself standing there fully naked. You dance around a little as the song comes to a close. Walking off the stage you grab a robe that you left on the hook.
Tying the robe up you walk back to the dancers room. You don't want to sit back here and think about what just happened. You just quickly put on a tiny white dress, not bothering to wear a bra and another thong. You know you could make more money in tips if you're dressed like this. You switch to a pair of chunk white boots that have a heel and a platform that are comfortable.
Walking back onto the floor you let your manager know you're going to wait tables. You see your first table and head over to the bar where Jeonghan is.
"How are you feeling?" He asks as he starts making your drinks for table seven.
"Fine. I just made my rent on stage."
"You don't sound fine." He responds as he cleans a glass.
"Jun is fighting tonight and I'm always on edge when I'm not there to make sure he's safe."
"That's understandable. Did you want me to drop you off at Jun's tonight?" He sets the glass down on the counter.
"Yes please."
You go back to taking drink orders and waiting tables. You've got maybe two hours left at work and instead of fully waiting tables, you're running out drinks for Jeonghan.
You're on the far side of the club, out of view of Jeonghan or Mingyu. You've just brought a large tray of shots to a group of men dressed in suits.
Turning around you feel sick instantly. Dae locks eyes on you immediately. He finds you walking around near the stage. You look around hoping Mingyu will show up. Jeonghan has a swarm of people at the bar, so he definitely can't see you.
"Leave me alone." You say firmly as he approaches.
"Baby, don't be like that." He walks up.
Holding your arm out you keep a distance from him. "I'm just trying to talk to you without your little masked fighter being your body guard."
You take a big step back. "Leave!"
"Why won't you talk to me anymore?" He takes another step closer.
"We're broken up. We have been for eight months. Just leave me alone."
He barks out a laugh. "Does your little fighter Bes know about you getting up on that stage?"
You don't respond, you just stare at him.
"I'm shocked you're here and not watching your new man's fight tonight. I heard Sung wants revenge." You've heard Minghao and Soonyoung talk about Sung. He's the first guy you ever saw Junhui fight. He's a big strong guy with ties to Dae's gang.
"Shut up."
"I wonder if Sung and everyone else knows that your sweet Junhui is good at fighting." The moment he mentions Junhui’s name, ice runs through your veins.
Without thinking you shove him away from you. "Shut the fuck up, you don't know what you're talking about."
He lets out another laugh. "Oh it seems I've hit a nerve."
Before anything else can be said Jeonghan and Mingyu are here. Mingyu grips the back of Dae's shirt, pulling him away from you.
"What your little fighter can't help you, you still need Jeonghan and this goon." He pushes his elbow back towards Mingyu.
Jeonghan pulls you back a little. Dae rolls his eyes and laughs. "I think your boy Junhui should be worried that you're fucking Jeonghan." You and Jeonghan have never done anything sexual together. Dae has always and will always be jealous of your friendship with him.
Mingyu tightens his grip pulling him back more. "Dude, shut the fuck up. You have no clue what you're talking about."
"I hope you said goodbye to your man before you came to work."
"What?"
"Turns out Sung and the boys brought a gun to the fight. It looks like no one is a fan of the masked fighter, Bes." Your stomach instantly drops.
Dae lifts his wrist looking at the time. "I would say things have probably already kicked off. Maybe if you leave now you can say goodbye."
Bile crawls up your throat. The room feels like it's spinning. Stepping forward you slap Dae.
"Good luck, baby." He laughs.
Mingyu pulls him into a chokehold pulling him back.
Without thinking Jeonghan grabs your hand. He drags you through the crowded club. He stops at the bar where your manager Woojin is. He says you're having an emergency. Hand in hand you sprint out of the club together. The concrete is wet from the rain that just ended.
Jeonghan drags you to his car. You both hop in and he drives, breaking too many laws, to get you to the warehouse quickly.
Parking, you hop out and see chaos is already unfolding. Jeonghan looks around frantically.
The sound of the gun shot ringing out echoed outside.
"Fuck." Jeonghan says.
Immediately people start sprinting outside. Another gun shot rings out. Then everything suddenly starts happening too quickly. Jeonghan runs towards the door and luckily sees no one has been shot.
You see Minghao looking terrified with blood on his hands. You sprint towards him.
"What happened?"
With wild eyes Minghao grabs your shoulder. "One of Sung's guys shot Chan."
"How bad is it?"
"It grazed him."
Another group of people rush out. You look inside to see Junhui has Sung pinned to the ground with Soonyoung helping. Jeonghan rushes inside to help Chan.
You follow Minghao inside, you desperately want to get to Junhui.
"Oh my god." Your voice immediately catches Junhui's attention.
You look at Sung and see he's definitely been knocked unconscious. Junhui jumps up and pulls you into his chest. He wants to kiss you so bad, but you both know he needs to keep his mask on.
"We need to get Chan out of here." Jeonghan says.
Chan lets out a groan as Jeonghan and Minghao help him stand up.
Soonyoung stands up and follows behind everyone as you head outside. The boys take Chan towards Jeonghan's car that's parked in the alley behind the warehouse.
Junhui stops and pulls you into another hug. When the first gun shot rang out he was terrified he would never see you again.
You walk towards the alley with him holding your hand. As you get to the entrance you see an expensive looking mustang driving toward you.
Everything moves in slow motion as the head lights get closer and closer.
Junhui moves your body like a force of nature. He shoves you hard and quick, getting you out of the way of the car bearing towards you. You hit the concrete wall with a thud.
He throws himself the other way attempting to save himself. You're just far enough away from the boys that they can't see what is happening.
Everything aches as you hit the hard concrete. Closing your eyes, you feel disoriented.
The car speeds off after clearly missing their target.
“Baby,” he shouts, pushing himself off the cold concrete. His attempts to save you from the car, left him on the cold hard ground. His heart sinks, seeing you laying on the wet asphalt. God he hopes he didn't hurt you, trying to save you.
Frantically he runs to you, praying to any god that you're okay. Being thrown against the wall, left your ears ringing. You held your ears feeling dazed. Slowly you sit up groaning in pain from the impact. He pulls up to your feet and presses you against the brick wall, his hands reached up to hold your face. His eyes are wild as he studies you.
Opening your mouth to speak nothing comes out as you stare at him. His breathing is rough just like yours. The car that tried to hit you, is long gone. You know exactly why they tried to run you off the road.
He releases your face, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. He's still wearing his gear from the fight. His face is still partially covered by his mask.
Glove covered hands roam your soft body. No one’s touch had ever felt quite like this. It wasn’t soft by any means but it was sensual without trying. With your body pressed against the cold brick wall you mind drifts to places it shouldn’t go. Junhui has never touched you like this. He's touching you as if he's trying to make sure you're real.
All that could be heard was heavy breathing between the two of you and the sound of passing cars below.
Your breathing is shallow as you’re focused on Junhui’s eyes.
You're in an alley in the dark side of the city. You had left work in a hurry dressed in nothing but a tiny dress and he was in his outfit he fought in.
It felt wrong because of what had just happened, but you had never been so turned on in your life.
“Jun—,” as you went to speak, he places his hand over mouth, silencing you.
Leaning forward with his lips brushing your ear he whispers, "you can’t say my name out loud right now.”
Slowly he removes his hand.“Okay.”
“Are you okay,” his hands went from your mouth to gently gliding down your throat.
“I’m fine. Maybe a little bruised up,” reaching out you rest your hand on his chest.
“Your pulse is racing,” he rasps.
“I’m on edge.” You're absolutely rattled, after someone clearly tried to kill you, by running you over.
“We need to get you back to my place,” he reaches down and takes your hand.
“What about my place?” Your apartment is way closer and you don't know if you could make it to his place.
“We can go there,” his hand rests in the crook of your neck.
Holding your hand he leads you into the alley where the boys are standing by their cars looking at Chan's wound. It looks like the bullet grazed his arm. They had no clue what just happened.
"We need to go to the hospital." Soonyoung says.
"You guys take Chan, I'm going to take the car and get bunny home safe."
Jeonghan puts his hand on his shoulder. "Please take care of her."
NINE: I BEG FOR YOU, AND EVERYTHING WE COULD BE
You're about ten minutes away from your apartment. He parks his car and leans over and presses his lips to your cheek for a soft kiss.
"In case Dae has people waiting for you outside, maybe we should take the fire escape."
"Good idea."
Arriving at the bottom of your apartment where the fire escape is, leads up to your second story apartment. You climb up the ladder well aware you're barely covered by your dress and tiny thong you're wearing underneath it. You left work in a rush and didn't have time to change into anything else. You're basically in nothing but a skin tight dress that leaves very little to the imagination. Luckily Junhui is a gentleman and wouldn't intentionally try to get an eyeful as you climbed up the ladder.
Climbing through the window into your apartment you help Junhui crawl in behind you. You shut the window quickly and lock it. You proceed to pull the blinds closed and turn to Junhui who's standing by your couch taking deep breaths.
“Are you okay?” You asks, walking towards him quickly.
He reaches up and slowly removed his mask. His black eye already coming in and his cheek is split.
Wide eyes lock on him as he works on taking his outfit off slowly. Low groans pass his lips as he works to strip away his clothes. He had taken quite a beating, tonight was clearly a set up. Sung had every intention of killing Junhui and taking you out after. Dae clearly knew what to say to get you to rush to Junhui. His hands grips the back of the couch as he walks around to sit down.
“I’m going to get my first aid kit.” You say.
The gash on his chest is pretty deep and you know you need to clean it. You hurry off to your bathroom and grab the first aid kit that's under the sink. Walking back into the living room you remove your shoes and walk over, sitting on the couch next to Junhui. His eyes are closed as he takes deep breaths.
“I thought you were dead,” you whisper.
“You don’t have to worry about me." He groans.
“It’s a little hard when I hear that you’ve been shot at the warehouse.”
With a peroxide cover cotton ball you gently cleaned the gash on his chest. His eyes are still closed tight as he groans. Gently you clean his wound, you're trying your hardest to make sure you don't hurt him anymore then he already is.
“Thank you for saving me,” you whisper, pulling away the cotton pad from his skin.
His black eyes open and a crooked smile formed on his beautiful face, “I don’t think you realize I will literally do anything to keep you safe.”
You go to move your hand away, and he reaches out, grabbing your wrist. His thumb gently rubs the underside, where your skin is more sensitive. Your eyes stay locked on him, as he touches you gently. You want to tell Junhui how much he means to you, but your brain doesn't seem to know what to say. Reaching up he takes the blood soaked cotton pad from your hand and placed it on top of the coffee table. He releases your wrist. He reaches down and places his hands on your soft hips. He moves your body as if you weighed nothing, and tugs you onto his lap. He's dressed in nothing but a pair of black boxer-briefs as you straddle his thighs. You're only wearing a thin small dress that doesn't cover your body very much. You look like a stripper. The amount of make up that's cake on your skin doesn't help the look. His thumb rubs your hip, as the other hand rests on the side of your neck. His lips part as he takes slow breaths. One of your hands rests on his cheek while the other rests on your own thigh, holding down the short dress.
You lean forward resting your nose against his. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest and you know Junhui is aware of that.
“I love the way you smell, your skin always has this soft scent of vanilla,” he inhales.
Taking a slow breath you smile with your nose still resting against his.
His hand that's been resting on your hip crawls up your soft stomach, resting on the underside of your breast. His thumb grazed against the fabric of where your bra would have been if you were wearing one. Pulling his face away from you, he leans his head back and takes a breath. You could feel that he's growing harder beneath you.
“Why aren’t you wearing a bra?” He rasps leaning his head back up.
“Let’s not talk about that,” you whisper, praying that you weren’t going to have this conversation. He doesn't need to know that you get more money from tips if you aren't wearing one, or if you wear just a thin bralette.
"You don’t have to keep all these walls up around me." He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. "I meant it when I told you, I want you. I don't care about your past, or the part that you think you need to hide. I want to be with you and to protect you." He leaves out the part where he wants to tell you, that in every lifetime he's loved you, and in every lifetime he's had to protect you from evil.
“There’s some things I don’t want you to know about me,” you whisper.
“Okay.”
You know it isn't okay, but he isn't going to press you for more information.
“I was so worried about you, I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt,” his voice is shaky.
“I’m okay Jun." Your lips are so close to his.
He must have read your mind, because he leans forward and connects his lips to your. His hand is still resting on your neck. You move your hand from your thigh and rests it on his cheek. Instinctively you roll your hips as your lips move together.
His lips move from your mouth, and he slowly start to kiss his way down your jaw. Holding your eyes close you take in his touch. His hand that's resting on your neck moves to the thin spaghetti strap of your dress.
With his lips ghosting your skin he asks, “can I?”
“Yes,” your tone is needy.
His hand that's resting on the underside of your breast moves up as he pushes down both the straps on your dress. He pushes the fabric down your skin, leaving you completely bare from the waist up. You stare at him, wide eyed as his calloused hands move up to massage your breast. His fingers rolled your nipples. Your lips are parted as you take deep a breath enjoying the feeling of his touch.
“Is this alright?” He asks.
“Yes it is,” you try to keep your tone even.
“I won't let anything like tonight ever happen again,” he leans forward and presses his lips to the side of your mouth.
His lips move against yours, as you slowly roll your hips against his growing length. Your lips move together, as if you need each other to breathe. If someone told Junhui he couldn't exist without you, he wouldn't even second guess them. Kissing you is like a breath of fresh air. You're oxygen in his air deprived lungs. Your hands move up resting on his chest. With his lips ghosting yours he whispers, "I need you.”
“Jun." You hold his face in your hands and pull away from him. "I'm so scared I'll ruin things between us. I'm bad luck, everything always falls apart because of me. I don't want to say something that will ruin things between us."
“Nothing you say will ruin anything between us. I want you, I don't mean I just want to have sex with you. I want to be the person you can lean on. I want to be the person who can take care of you. Baby just let me in." He's never sounded this desperate speaking to you before.
“Junhui I’m begging you just drop it right now,” your own voice is desperate.
“Okay.”
Your lips crash against his as your hips roll against his. Your hands move to the bottom of your dress and push it up so it's resting above your hips. Leaving you practically bare below, except for your tiny white thong. You lift your hips slightly, and pull your thong to the side.
"Please touch me."
His lips move to your neck, leaving wet kisses and gentle nips. His lips ghosts your skin and he whispers, "Are you wet for me?"
“Yes,” you rasps as his finger slide into your core.
You gasped as his fingers did slow circles on your sensitive nub. His lips never left your neck. His touch sent a shiver down your spine in the best way possible.
“I need more,” you moan.
Junhui removes his hands from your core. “Sit up a little bit,” he rasps, removing his lips from your skin.
You sit up as he pushes his boxers down his thighs enough to free his erection. Your eyes stayed locked in his face. He has a look of concentration playing across it. His hands grip your soft thigh bringing you back to a resting position on his thighs.
You sit up just enough to line yourself up with his cock. Slowly you sink down on to his length, gasping as you bottom out. Your hands rests on his chest. You stay still for a moment adjusting to his size. You haven't had sex in a while and your body is tense.
His hand rises up to rest gently on your throat, never in your life have you wanted someone to place even the slightest amount of pressure there. Leaning forward you rest your nose against his. Your breathing is uneven. His eyes are closed as his hand still rests on your throat, his thumb gently glides across your skin. All the oxygen seems to be sucked out of the room, and you need each other to breathe. Your ears are still ringing from being thrown against the wall. In this moment the only thing you can hear is yours and Junhui’s breathing.
Slowly your hips moved up. You start to move slowly up and down his length. The only other sounds passing your lips are pants and soft moans. You have never had sex in your life, that feels nearly as intimate as what is unfolding between you and Junhui. Your hands grip his shoulders as you continue to ride him. He's touching anywhere he possibly can, his hand travels from your throat down to your soft hips. He helps guide you as he moves you up and down his length.
The coil in your stomach tightens, with each drag of his cock. His length curves just the right way. With each thrust he touches that spongy spot inside of you, that has you seeing stars.
Gasping you lean forward, resting your head against his shoulder. Your lips gently nip at his shoulder. You know you're probably going to leave a mark reminding you both of what had happened between you on your couch.
With each thrust your stomach tightens. Leaning up you press your lips to his for a hungry kiss. He knows you're close by, your needy whimpers. Reaching between you, he toys with your sensitive clit.
With your lips ghosting his you moan his name, as he pushes you over the edge. Your walls flutter around his length; it didn't take too long for him to hit his high and spill inside you. Your body stops moving, you stay completely still sitting on his lap. Your forehead is resting against his as you both your breathing is uneven. His hand moves up, gently resting on your cheek. He places a wet kiss on your lips.
“You should probably take a shower." Your voice is shaky. He pulls away from you slowly.
“Will you join me?” He asks.
“Of course.”
You slowly crawl off his lap with wobbly legs and take his hands as he stands up. You lead him down towards the bathroom door that was next to your bedroom door.
TEN: FATED LOVERS
Laying in bed, your head rests on Junhui’s chest. His calloused hand rubs your back slowly. It was almost five in the morning and neither of you had been able to sleep at all. Your eyes were closed as you tried to take in his closeness. Not even two hours ago you thought Junhui was dead and now you were in bed naked with him.
"Can you promise me, I won't scare you off if I let my walls down?"
"Nothing you say could scare me." He leans down pressing his lips to the top of your head.
"I'm not just a waitress—" you pause. Outside of Jeonghan and Mingyu you don't really share the other side with people. "I also am a stripper when money is tight."
"Baby, that's fine. I fight people for money. You got to do what you got to do to survive."
"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you."
"Baby, it's okay. That doesn't change the fact that I love you." These final three words make your chest feel as if it's being squeezed.
"I love you too." You don't think you have ever loved anyone like you love him.
"I'm never going to let anything like tonight ever happen again."
"Okay."
"We should get some sleep."
"Yeah. Can you stay here when we wake up?"
He nods his head. "Of course."
Before long you both fall asleep. You dream of each other just like you always do. It's almost noon when you both wake up.
You take your time making you both lunch as Junhui sits at the table watching you move around the kitchen. Finding you in every lifetime gives his life meaning. Now that he's found you can't wait to spend the rest of this life with you.
After lunch Soonyoung calls and lets you both know that Chan is fine and he's home safe. Luckily the bullet just grazed him. He also informs you that Sung and a bunch of his gang were arrested. You aren't sure if Dae was arrested but you hope he was.
When nightfall comes around you and Junhui pack you an overnight bag and you head back to his place.
Junhui says now that he has you, he can't bear to sleep alone.
Standing in his shower he's taking his time scrubbing shampoo into your hair. He's using this time to take care of you. The moment you rinse your hair you work on washing his still very bruised body. Any chance he gets, he's leaning down to steal a kiss.
"I love you." He says between kisses.
"I love you too."
"I've loved you in every lifetime, and I'll love you in every single one that comes next." He means it. He's lived so many lifetimes as a protector and hopes he finds you in every single one.
: ̗̀➛ synopsis: Jun has been your best friend for years but you never knew that he’s actually been obsessed with you this whole time. Until he sends you a sudden nude whilst away in China which changes the dynamic.
You have always been lucky. You might not be crazy rich, or strikingly pretty, but you truly have the best friend in the world. Wen Junhui.
It's the times when you have him blowing up your phone when you don't reply, cooking chinese food when your stomach rumbles and the pair of pink slippers nustled into his hallway designated for you that make you realise that no man will ever live up to him.
He has been exceeding your expectations since the night you met him. The night your friend ditched you at the club for some dick, leaving you, in flawless makeup and an outfit you had been planning for days somehow contemplating going home.
Purse in hand, you caught sight of a him cutting through the crowd —suspiciously good looking and his smile reeking of "Are you open-minded?". You gripped the strap tighter, breath stalling, but instead of trying to get you drunk or onto the dance floor, he stayed beside you all night.
Since then, Jun had been at every birthday party, been through every breakup and been by your side through every moment you needed him — he's your constant. The one who will always stay.
Never once has a single hint of hesitation hit you when telling him all your worries. All the times you used to be crying on your bed, gut clenched at the realisation you had no one to talk to now couldn't feel like a more distant memory.
Chest tightening, you remind yourself not to take him for granted. Although, he certainly likes to make it difficult when he abandons everything for your needs. Like that time he skipped dance practice so you could have a sleepover the night your ex broke up with you.
Looking around at your empty room, you tuck away your pink slippers into your highest cupboard. They look far too lonely when they aren't in his apartment, accompanied by his grey pair. You yank at your charger, expecting a reply, only to be left with another painful reminder of his busy schedule.
Three months into his filming in China, and you're certain you are one minor inconvenience away from insanity.
You’d be lying if you said you didn't have moments — close calls. His hands brushing yours. Lingering looks. Him wiping your tears with his shirt sleeve.
But you would never dare to cross the line.
You couldn't. He’s your best friend. Always has been. What would you do if it fucks things up?
However, Jun percieves you differently.
After years of being friends, it became impossible for him to keep seeing you not getting treated how you deserved. You'd be happier with him. How could you not see this?
Every time he comforts you, every sleepover you have, every tear he wipes from your cheek, the urge swells. At first it was his desire to comfort you— to love you. But it's rotted into something darker, something dirtier gnawing at him from the inside.
It's a quiet obsession that he isn't exactly proud of, yet he can't deny it. He especially can't deny it at times when you're curled up on his lap wearing his hoodie with those tiny fucking shorts you love. His dick pressing against his zipper as he excuses himself to the bathroom to take care of it.
But the last thing he wants is to make you feel uncomfortable or to push your boundaries and lose you forever.
So every memory becomes a part of his private folder. He saves voicenotes of you saying his name, photos of you sleeping beside him, even screenshots of times you were being accidentally flirty over text.
He reassures himself that it's just a way to keep himself controlled, that he needs an output for his desires, but even he is aware of how much he's slipping into his fantasy rather than the reality that could shatter if he moves too fast.
And now that he hasn't seen you in three months, he's spiralling. He thinks about you constantly, reading your texts over and over whilst he's on set. He thinks about how soft your skin must be, his cock getting harder from just imagining the feel of you in his arms again.
He predicted this might be the case when he left for China so he did something new. It was always a fantasy he dared not to admit. But he had no choice when he stayed round yours for the final sleepover. Each deep, rhythmic breath of yours coaxing his eyes to your underwear drawer.
Jun now laid on his bed. His figure adorned only his grey sweatpants and a pair of your white lace panties in his grasp.
You, however, were at Mingyu and Wonwoo's place. They were two friends Jun introduced you to recently as he instructed them to look after you whilst he was gone.
You were now curled up on their couch, phone balancing on your stomach, half-waiting for Jun to reply to your last message.
The three of you had fallen into a routine by now: Mingyu cooking too much, Wonwoo gaming on call, and you sneaking photos to send to Jun like you were documenting your survival.
It wasn’t the same without him. Mingyu and Wonwoo were sweet, loud, and distracting — but they weren’t Jun.
With the silence from your phone beginning to get nauseatingly loud, you snap a quick selfie to Jun, silently hoping it will prompt a faster response.
It's a simple photo — you, Jun's hoodie pooling at your waist, watching tv with Mingyu on their couch.
Grinning to yourself, you caption the selfie, 'bet you miss me more than i miss you' and hit send.
Jun didn’t mean to open it while he was half-hard, shirtless and lazy on his bed… but now he couldn’t stop staring.
Grip tightening on his phone, he looks back to your panties laced within his hand, mentally piecing the sight together with your selfie — the formed image driving himself insane. His hand instinctively reaches for his cock, carelessly pulling it out of his sweats as if it was routine.
He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help himself when he was this hard. He zoomed in on your neck, mind wandering to how soft your skin is there. Thinking about how much he wants to grab it and hold you down. Letting his hand trail over his sensitive tip, he hums in pleasure as he lets his head roll back.
Fueled by his ache, he lets the soft, pure fabric meet his dick, wiping his precum, not realising how far this would lead him. The contact with his cock and your panties made him twitch, imagining how you'd look in them— how you'd look in them beneath him.
Jaw tightening and head spiralling, the realisation that he can't escape this situation hits him. Yet, he doesn't fight it. He knows better than to fight it when he can feel his hunger surging with every bead of sweat accumulating on his forehead.
His cock twitches further into your panties and before he can process his actions, he's got them wrapped around the base.
The hotel room is cold, nothing like the view on his bed. His abs gleam with a thin sheen of sweat, sweatpants sitting low enough to reveal the girth of his cock, partially veiled by your damp underwear.
He's far too deep in the fantasy, far too deep for any critical thinking, his mind only containing you and his need for you to finally acknowledge him in the way he craves.
Pulling out his phone, with his brain barely present, Jun snaps a photo as a response to yours. The only difference being that his photo back contains his dick wrapped up in your panties.
It comes with no warning. The innocent notification buzzing against your stomach like a hug, fooling you into a sense of comfort.
You opened the message expecting a selfie. Instead, it was him. Hard. With panties—your panties, looped around the base.
Oh my god. That’s yours — that’s your underwear wrapped around his cock like some kind of trophy.
And he knows. He fucking knows you’re looking at it. He wants you to look at it. Wants you to see how hard he is for you, even when he’s not here. You can’t breathe.
Now you’re in Mingyu’s bathroom, phone shaking in your hands, thighs pressed tight together like that’ll help anything. What the fuck does this mean?
You build up the courage and face the image again, drinking in the view. His dick— your best friend Junhui's dick. You couldn't help but notice every detail.
Your phone showed every vein, it showed just how hard he was.. for you. And without warning, it was now seared into your memory.
Yet you didn't mind it.
You didn't mind the thought of Jun, thick, flushed and twitching into your panties that he must have stolen from you.
And the thought of what is happening outside the image, him in that hotel room with his hand wrapped around himself, panting your name whilst jerking his cock into your underwear.
Palms sweating, you notice the slight v-lines visible in the corner of the image causing your to almost choke on your saliva.
This only lead you to imagine his face— fuck, that pretty face. Probably just as flushed as his tip.
You catch a quick glimpse of your reflection in the bathroom mirror, your state mirroring your imagination of Jun in this current moment.
Your face flushed a bright rosy shade and the stark light above you making you feel far too exposed, yet also lighting up the image on your phone as if it's going to burn through your retinas— or maybe that's just due to your staring.
Around you, you can still hear the muffled sound of Mingyu and Wonwoo discussing the TV, yet with every beat of your heart increasing in volume, and your breath slowly getting heavier, it became much easier to ignore.
Was it a mistake? But fuck, what if it wasn't?
Either way, you can't deny the fact that it's your panties he stole. And it's your panties he's jerking off with.
That thought alone makes your breath shallow, hitched and humiliatingly loud.
With your hands tightening around your phone screen, you open your messages, yet you can't manage to type. Your trembling fingers hover over the keyboard as if they are haunting it.
Looking down, you view the picture again, heat Instantly spreading through your chest, the sensation travelling down your stomach.. and lower.
You couldn't stop staring, thoughtlessly imagining the heat spreading through your body was his touch. That his long, slender fingers were the ones carresing your inner thighs and the dizziness you felt was from him yanking your head back.
You had to collect your thoughts — your emotions.
Finally, you typed
You: 'Did you mean to send that to me?'
Every second that passes feels like torture. Your body and mind unable to cope with the perverse thoughts of what could be taking him so long.
Jun is lying in his hotel bed, half watching some random chinese tv show. His free hand tracing a lazy trail down his stomach, fingers slipping just under his waistband. He isn't exactly paying much attention to any of it though. In his eyes, you are the only thing that matters. The phone buzzes and he leans up, seeing your response. Jun pauses, considering his response.
Buzz
Jun's name lights up your screen. You don't touch it right away. Your chest tight, breath stalling as you almost drop your phone when you scramble to read his reply.
Jun: 'Yes.'
That's it? What's up with him.? You bring your knees up onto the closed toilet lid where you are sitting, your mind completely blank yet still full of questions. But aside your curiousity, your stomach stirs and your thighs rub together.
You are left with only one word as your solution.
You: 'Why?'
Jun shifts, pulling his hand from his waist. He sits up, the blanket bunching at his hips. He types, licking his bottom lip, considering his response. How was he supposed to tell you the truth? That he was obsessed?
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
His response was faster this time.
Jun: 'Was thinking about you'
'Wanted you to see it'
'To see how much I miss you'
Your knees weaken. Your breath gets heavier. Is this really happening? You don't even think before replying.
You: 'You're insane. I'm at Mingyu and Wonwoo's!'
Jun chuckles, shifting to lay back against the headboard, resting the phone against his chest.
Jun: 'Then be quiet for me.'
You stare at the message for a moment. Your skin tingling with heat as you subconsciously fan yourself. Biting your lip, you look back at the photo he sent before responding.
You: 'In the photo.. is that mine?'
A smirk curves Jun's lips as he reads your reply. His thumb tracing along the bare skin of his hip.
Jun: 'You're smart enough to figure that out'
'I bet they look better on you'
Your stomach flips at his words. It's a tone you've never heard from him before and it feels as though every thing he says sends a signal straight through your body.
You: 'What were you thinking!?'
His reply is instant.
Jun: 'Are you really that desperate to know what I was thinking about with your panties wrapped around my hard dick, hm?'
'Isn't it obvious?'
Jun pauses to think about what was on his mind. The image of you in those exact panties had been burned behind his eyelids. He'd been thinking about it nonstop for days at this point. He couldn't get you out of his system.
Jun: 'I've been thinking about you'
'About what I'd do if you were here'
Your thumb hovers over the keyboard. You type something back but delete it. Your heart beat becoming the only distinguishable sound over the hesitant tap of your typing.
You: 'Tell me'
Again, he replies almost instantly. As if he'd ridden this train of thought a hundred times before.
Jun:'I’d have you on your knees right now'
'I’d pull your hair back so I could see your face'
Jun's hand curls around his length, squeezing. It's a poor, poor replacement for what he really wants. He closes his eyes, his mind already creating a picture, just picturing you there with him, all to himself.
Jun: 'I'd make you open your mouth for me.'
'I wouldn’t stop until you were a mess.'
'Then I’d use my tongue, my fingers, my dick. I'd make you feel so good.'
You close your eyes and picture it. Your legs feel restless. You rub your thighs together desperately in a pathetic attempt to ease your need for any kind of friction.
Steps faltering, you stumble your way to unlocking the bathroom door. Relief floods you, both Mingyu and Wonwoo are asleep in their rooms — unaware.
As if he could sense your movements, your phone starts ringing. Sharp against the counter, sudden enough to make your heart skip.
It’s him.
Your fingers hover over the screen. Breath catches. A pulse races through your chest, slowing only when you finally swipe to answer.
“Hey,” his voice hums through the line, low and deliberate, like he’s already inside your head.
His voice sounds soft and deep, that tone which you have been missing. It had been far too long since you have heard it.
In any other scenario, your body would instinctively relax upon hearing this voice, however when surrounded by the fluorescent confines of this bathroom, with your underwear soaked and mind blank, your body can't help but tense.
You manage to catch your pacing breath and choke out a weak, "Hi.." into the phone. Your voice sounding much weaker and inferior against the weight of his baritone.
"Are you alone?" His voice trembled slightly, like he was holding back.
Your thighs clench at the sound. Too shy to respond, you nod in response before remembering he can't see you. "I am.."
There’s a pause, and it’s like you can feel him leaning closer, teasingly close.
"Good. Sounds like your still in the bathroom. How about you make your way to their guest room, hm?"
Your skin prickles as if he was really next to you, as if he's in your ear, breath sliding down your throat. Without thinking, you follow his command, allowing the sound of your footsteps to act a signal of your obedience to him.
"I'm laying in the bed now.."
Jun brought your soft lace towards his face and breathed in your scent, although he's been doing it for so long it's started to fade. That doesn't stop him from pulling out his aching cock again, still wet with precum.
"Following my orders, already? How about a second one?"
"What is it?
He is fully fisting his cock now, aware that the sounds must be escaping into your phone speaker yet unable to stop himself upon hearing your voice.
"You're okay with this, right?" "Fuck, please say you are."
You can practically hear his brows knitting together through his voice. God, you wish you could see him pleading for you like this.
"I promise, what's the second order?"
Jun then slides your panties to his lower face and licks a determined stripe along the fabric, letting out a disgusting whine before speaking.
"Be good and let me hear how wet you are."
Your fingers teased with the hem of your panties, as your grinded up into the fabric. That wasn't enough — so you let the pad of your finger slide down the length of your wet cunt.
Jun’s breath hitched, a sharp groan slipping out as he bucked his hips up into his fist, ruined already by the slick sounds you were making for him.
"Does it scare you how much you want this?" Jun's voice is low, strained but authentic.
"It scares me just as much as it excites me." Your words are promptly silenced by a moan as you let a single finger slip past your folds.
Jun takes your panties and threads them back around his cock, fucking the fabric with deep thrusts, his mind only centered around how much better you'd feel.
You can hear the sound of his slick fist through the speaker, wet and obscene, mixing with his low groans. Your back arches instinctively against the hard mattress, your legs spreading wider as you circle your clit with trembling fingers.
“Jun-” you gasp his name, your voice high and shaky.
He groans at the sound, almost guttural. “Fuck, say it again. Say my name like that.”
You do, over and over, until you’re whining it like a chant. No longer giving a fuck if Mingyu or Wonwoo hear.
“I want to be inside you so bad,” he mutters, voice strained and heavy with lust. “I want to feel you clench around me. I bet you’d be so tight—so wet. You’d take me so good, baby.”
Your body reacts before your brain catches up, your fingers pushing inside yourself. The sharp stretch makes you cry out.
Jun hisses. “Fuck, are you touching yourself for me? Are you fucking yourself while I’m not there?”
“Yes. Yes, Jun,” you admit, your voice breaking on his name.
The sound he makes in return is dangerous, deep and ruined. “Good girl. That’s my good girl. Pretend it’s me. Pretend it’s my cock stretching you open.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, doing exactly that. Pretending it’s him. Pretending his weight is pinning you down. Pretending his voice is spilling into your ear instead of through your phone.
“I’d make you beg for it,” Jun growls. “I’d make you beg for my cock before I even let you have it.”
Your thighs shake at his words. You fuck your fingers into yourself harder, sloppier, chasing the sensation.
“Jun please,” you whimper, not even sure what you’re asking for.
He chuckles, dark and dirty. “That’s it. Keep begging. You sound so sweet when you’re desperate for me.”
The noises on his end get faster, more frantic, the sound of his hand gliding over his cock sharp in your ear. You can picture him perfectly. His head tilted back, face flushed, his pretty mouth parted as he ruins himself with your underwear.
“I’m close,” you whisper, your voice nearly breaking.
His reply is instant. “Cum for me. Cum with me. Need to hear how good my voice makes you feel.”
Your climax hits you hard, blinding, as your back arches off the bed. You’re gasping his name like a prayer, holding the phone tight against your ear as if that’ll make him closer.
Jun follows seconds later. His breath stutters, a low moan spilling out of him as he finishes into your panties, his voice so raw and disgusting you know you’ll never forget it.
There’s silence afterward, save for both of you catching your breath.
Finally, his voice cuts through the silence, soft and shaky: “...fuck. I wish you were here.”
★ | member — junhui x fem reader
★ | genre — smut, strangers to lovers (first date au)
★ | word count — 3k
★ | synopsis — your first date with jun has been good, but all you've been able to think about all night is how to get him alone.
★ | warnings — unprotected sex, creampie, big dick!jun, car sex, fingering, jun is a boobs guy, lowercase intended, title is a baekhyun song and you should listen to it
★ | notes — i'm still on hiatus, sorry i know it's been a while - my personal life has been really busy as i'm graduating college in a little over a month! anyway as a treat here's an old draft. remember to reblog if you like this :) ily huihuis
as far as first dates go, junhui would say this one has been pretty good. sometimes you really click with someone right away, and he can’t speak for you but he definitely felt it tonight. you’d spent so long talking together, that the waiter had had to ask you to leave so they could close the restaurant.
"can we park somewhere?" you ask suddenly, to his curiosity. he nods and pulls into the exit lane to get off the freeway, but the next words that come out of your mouth he wouldn’t have guessed in a million years.
"i've been really wet since dinner, and… i wanna ride you. if that's cool, i mean."
his cheeks have never turned that many shades of red so quickly before, but he's not one to complain when an opportunity presents itself. he can't lie and say he hasn't been stealing glances at your beautiful tits all night long and hoping that sooner or later he'll get to see them bouncing in his face.
it doesn't take long before he's found a secluded spot at the back of an empty parking lot; it's past midnight, after all, and most places are closed by now. as soon as the ignition's shut off you're scrambling to unbuckle your seatbelt and climbing over the center console to plant yourself in his lap, and god, you can already feel how hard he is beneath you.
his hands find your waist immediately, starting to slide up your sides as you fumble with your pants. you can't remember the last time you were this greedy, this impatient, and especially on a first date. but the way his hair falls in his face, the way he’d grinned mischievously at you every time you’d make a joke, and the way he's been staring at you all fucking night like he wants to devour you — you can't help but want him.
you can feel your panties sticking to you as you push them away and slide them down your legs. the crampedness of his car and the way your body is angled makes it awkward to pull off gracefully, but neither of you seem to care. his hands are still gripping your sides with his thumbs beneath your breasts, resting there almost like he's forgotten what he's doing. his eyes are fixed on your face, enamored with the little frustrated scrunch of your nose as you struggle to fling your clothes off.
he finally seems to snap back into action when you've successfully stripped your lower half and begin focusing your attention on his jeans. he squeezes your sides a little rougher, just enough to get you to stop, and your eyes flick back up to his.
"can— can i see these?" he asks, his voice a little more gruff as his fingers slide closer to your breasts.
the wicked grin you give him in return makes the both of you start to move a little faster. his dick is painfully hard by now, and all he wants to do is press his nose between your tits until he suffocates in them.
you take your hands off his zipper and move up to your tank top, pulling it down to sit beneath your breasts. you start to reach behind you to unclip your bra, but he's too quick; within seconds you feel the pressure in your back release, the straps slipping down your shoulders as his fingers expertly undo the clasp. he does it too easily, too practiced, and it only makes you want those fingers inside you all the more.
he doesn't hesitate to remove the loose fabric and toss it into the backseat, leaving your breasts bare on display in front of him. his hands resume their position at your chest, and he's so fixated on them that you don't even think he fully notices when you go back to working on his zipper.
but his attention refocuses when he feels the pressure from his pants loosen, and he lets out a groan when he looks down and sees your hand palming his bulge. he's no stranger to one night stands and he's had more than his fair share of hookups, but god, this might actually be the best night of his life. he manages to bring one hand away from your boobs long enough to swipe it between your legs, and he nearly hisses at the feeling. you weren't lying earlier—you're fucking soaked. so much so that when he pulls his hand away to look, three of his fingers glisten under the dim streetlight, connected by thin strings of your arousal.
he needs you on his cock, now, and judging by the slick on his hand you're probably wet enough to take him without any prep. but his last shred of sense is screaming at him to sink his fingers deep into your pussy first until you're shaking on his lap, and he's obliged to listen.
he's never been this desperate to fuck someone before, and if he had any coherent thoughts still running through his brain he might be embarrassed about that. but you're so equally enthusiastic that he honestly can't bring himself to care. it's not every day that a date goes this well, so you might as well enjoy it.
junhui traces your entrance with his fingertips, making wide circles around the area without touching where you really want him. he's teasing, he can't help it, but he's also waiting for you to let him continue. he glances up at your face again, and he smirks in satisfaction when he sees that cute little frustrated scrunch of your nose again, your mouth hanging slightly open and your shoulders braced in concentration.
"you want my fingers?" he asks. he's trying unbelievably hard not to push his hips upward to get the feeling of your wetness brushing against his bulge. it's probably even more restraint than it's taking you to not start grinding down on his leg and work yourself to completion that way. but the voice of reason in the back of your head is telling you that that won't be nearly as satisfying as cumming on his cock or his fingers will be, and so you resist.
"please," you choke out, your hips writhing in the air from the lack of stimulation.
he finally complies, teasingly tracing around your lips one last time before pushing into you. you can feel his fingers getting wetter and wetter each time he plunges them into you, curling them at just the right angle that makes your knees weak on either side of his hips. your whole body is alight from his touch, every nerve on fire, and you already know it's not going to take much more for you to fall apart.
his other arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you firmly planted against him despite how hard your body instinctively tries to buck away from the pleasure. your hands fall to his shoulders as you struggle to hold on, and you're sure he can feel your nails digging into his skin, but he doesn't say anything. he just continues to fuck you with his fingers, silently watching your face as the car fills with wet, messy noises. no one in your life has ever gotten you this close so quickly.
suddenly he pulls his fingers out, and you shudder in frustration as you feel your orgasm ebbing away. he holds his dripping fingers in front of your face, and without him even needing to ask, you open your mouth and welcome them. his fingers are hot against your lips, the bitter taste of your own arousal coating the inside of your mouth as you swirl your tongue around them. somehow he doesn't seem shocked at your immediate reaction; he seems pleased, even. yeah, this is the man you've been waiting for all your life.
your eyelashes flutter as you suck, unable to control the choked whimpers and whines that slip past your lips. your self control is waning, and without thinking your hips start to grind against him, desperate to keep the stimulation going.
you're quick to speak after he pulls his fingers from between your lips, satisfied with the way you've cleaned them for him. "wanna cum on your cock, junnie," you whimper. the nickname slips out without thinking, and you’re still unconsciously rubbing yourself against his clothed bulge. your eyes are blown wide when he looks at you, and while the rational part of his mind knows it's because it's dark outside, he can't help the surge of pride that rushes through him seeing you so fucked out already. if this is what you look like, just from riding his fingers? he can't wait to see what you look like taking more.
"you want my cock, baby?" he groans, testing out a nickname of his own and watching how you bloom from the praise.
you lift your hips enough for him to pull his dick out of his pants and finally get a good look at what's going to be rearranging your guts tonight.
"you're so— thick," you choke out, trying not to stumble over your words, but your mouth is watering at the sight of him and all the previously reasonable thoughts in your brain have instantly been replaced with pure want. he's so much bigger than you expected.
"can you take it?" he says, confidence faltering a little when he sees how enraptured you're staring. he's used to hearing the shock and excitement in people’s voices when they see him, but he knows from experience that having a big dick isn't always what it's cracked up to be.
you're silent for another second, blinking as you try to collect your thoughts, and then you lift your head and kiss him hard. but you pull away just as quickly, barely giving him time to register everything as you nod.
"yeah. i can. want you to make it fit," you breathe out, a whisper against his lips, and all he can do is groan and kiss you again. he pulls you tighter against him as your mouths crash together, the heat between you building more and more with each passing second. he's still not even inside you yet, but you're both moving your hips in tandem as if he was, chasing the friction that isn't there yet.
junhui finally pulls back again, creating barely enough room to slip his hand between your bodies and fist his cock. his free hand squeezes your hips roughly to get you to stop moving long enough to line himself up with your pussy.
you finally sink down onto his length, and both your loud groans fill the compact space. he hisses at the tight feeling around his cock as you whimper, eyes squeezed shut again in concentration. he can feel your walls throbbing against him as he struggles to keep himself still, knowing you're still adjusting. fuck, he wants nothing more than to pound into you like there's no tomorrow, but he has to wait. he's way too close to the edge already, so he starts counting the seconds in his head to try and distract himself until you're ready. you can feel every inch of him stretching you open, buried so deep in you that it makes your head spin.
your legs are already starting to burn from sitting in this position but after another minute once your muscles start to relax, you manage to lift yourself up and push your hips back down. it's an agonizingly slow rhythm as his cock forces itself into the tight space, but you still haven't quite caught your breath. you keep moving at this pace, up down, up down, in out, in out, until he grips your hips and pulls you down to stop your motion with him fully buried inside you.
"want me to take over?" he whines, and it catches you off guard to hear his voice a little higher and a little more broken than before.
the noise that leaves your mouth can only be described as inhuman, and he nods in acknowledgement as you give up control. there's a few seconds of pause, as if giving you a chance to change your mind, before he snaps his hips upward and you immediately let out a squeak, a heavy breath of pleasure mixed with relief. his arms settle around your lower back for leverage, which forces you to arch your spine and push your chest into his face. but that only seems to spur him on even more as he buries himself in your breasts, pressing against his cheeks.
when jun groans you can practically feel the reverberations in your ribcage, and you wrap your arms around his head to keep him in place. the new pace he's set isn't much faster than before, but it's a thousand times more intense as he fucks into you, filling every part of you to the brim with each thrust.
it only takes a few more rough snaps of his hips before the coil inside you breaks, and you have to hold back a scream as your body contorts in ways you didn't even know were possible. your voice is nearly hoarse as you cry out his name over and over again, begging him not to stop, not to change anything, to please just keep fucking you. and he listens, doing his best to keep you upright despite the way you writhe in his grip. with your breasts in his face he can feel your heartbeat in his ears as if it's his own, and it takes so much concentration to make sure he doesn't immediately follow you over the edge right after. when your shaking starts to subside a little and he's positive he can't hold back any longer, he tips his head back to speak.
"where can i—"
you interrupt before he can get all the words out. "inside. i'm on the pill. please."
he whines and buries his face in your breasts again, leaving sloppy kisses all over your skin between curses muttered under his breath. with a few more rough thrusts he's done, holding you even tighter against him as he spills into you and groaning louder when you clench your muscles around him.
"fuckin' milking my cock," he hisses into your chest with eyes shut, his voice rough from how hard he's focused.
your hip bones ache, both from the position and from the sheer size of him that you aren’t accustomed to, and you slump into the passenger seat with your legs still across his lap. his hand immediately slides between your thighs, his large palm cupping your pussy to collect his cum that's beginning to leak out of you. it takes him a second before he's able to form words, but he rubs your thigh soothingly as nods at you.
"napkins in the glove box," he manages, and you're jolted back to reality as you remember you're still laid out in his car and he probably doesn't want to get cum all over his seats.
with his free hand he reaches for your panties, which somehow ended up on the dashboard, and he passes them over to you as he starts to clean you up. you lean your head back against the window and let out a shaky breath, forcing yourself to come back down. the cold glass sends a chill through you as you feel the warmth beginning to drain out of you, bare skin prickling with goosebumps.
after a few minutes and a few crumpled napkins tossed on the floor, he clears his throat, and you manage to refocus your eyes enough to meet his gaze.
"your place, or mine?"
"huh?"
your ears are still ringing from the intensity of your orgasm, and you're not sure what he just said. it kinda sounded like he wants to sleep over with you, but there's no way a guy as hot as him wants more than just a quick fuck.
"would you rather go home or come back to my place?" he repeats. "i'm not leaving you alone after that. you need a shower, and probably some tylenol." he winces a little and looks down at his lap, and it's almost strange to see him so shy after he just fucked you into another dimension. "i probably should've given you more warning. car sex isn't that easy on a first date, but fuck, you took it so well, and—"
"you can come over to mine," you interrupt him, still laying halfway in the passenger seat and trying not to be completely useless even though you feel like a melted puddle. "best first date i've ever had."
you can tell the exact moment that your words register in his brain, because the relief that spreads across his face is plain as day. as soon as you can muster all the strength you have left, you sit up and pull your legs back over into your seat, pushing yourself into a comfortable position.
"next time i want to fuck your tits," he exhales shakily as he puts his seatbelt back on, though his voice comes out more like a squeak.
"next time?" you ask, making your best attempt to playfully raise an eyebrow at him. he may be bringing you home and taking care of you, but that doesn't guarantee there's going to be a next time. well, maybe it does. you're really looking forward to there being a next time.
he scoffs, only fumbling a little bit to shove his keys into the ignition. "don't play dumb. i know you enjoyed that. don't act like you don't wanna see yourself covered in my cum after i'm done with you."
the shiver that runs down your spine and the way you instinctively press your thighs together is all the confirmation he needs.
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Pairing: son of Athena!Junhui x daughter of Ares!reader
Percy Jackson AU, slow burn rivals, enemies to lovers, fluff, smut
Wc:~9.8k
Part of the Cabin Hearts series ! Masterlist
Summary: She’s a warrior, he’s a strategist. She calls him a nerd, he calls her reckless. But battles have a way of proving that brains and brawn are stronger side by side.
Warnings: blood, injury, fights, mention of death (no major character death), smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (they could get caught), fingering
The horn blared across the strawberry fields, sharp and insistent, signaling the start of Capture the Flag. Camp Half-Blood erupted into motion. Demigods in Greek armor sprinted toward their zones, weapons flashing under the late-afternoon sun. Shouts, laughter, and the metallic clang of practice swords filled the air like a war drum.
You rolled your shoulders, feeling the familiar weight of your bronze breastplate settle into place. The Ares cabin banner: a snarling boar on blood-red fabric, fluttered from the spear slung across your back. Your team was already massing near the jagged boulders that marked the edge of your territory. Soonyoung stood at the front, electric spear in hand, barking orders with the kind of enthusiasm that made lesser campers flinch.
"Front line, on me!" you shouted, voice cutting through the noise. "We hit hard, we hit fast. No overthinking, just steel and guts!"
Roars answered you. Your siblings grinned, feral and ready. This was home. No strategy meetings, no endless debates. Just the clean burn of adrenaline, the promise of contact, the satisfaction of bodies hitting the ground.
Across the creek, deep in the woods Athena had claimed, Junhui stood apart from the bustle. His dark hair was pulled back neatly, exposing the clean line of his jaw. He wore the standard orange camp T-shirt beneath light leather armor, simple, functional, no unnecessary flair. In his right hand rested a plain xiphos; his left was empty. He didn’t need props. His real weapon had always been the quiet machinery behind his eyes.
He scanned the field in one long, deliberate sweep: the depth of the creek at three different crossing points, the density of underbrush along the left flank, the precise angle of sunlight slicing through the canopy. Every variable filed away. His siblings waited in neat ranks, already divided into squads per the plan he’d drawn on birch bark the night before.
One of his sibilings leaned in from his left. "Ares is going straight for the shallows again. Same as last time."
Junhui’s mouth curved, just the ghost of a smile. "Perfect."
He lifted two fingers. Archers slipped into the trees without a sound. Illusionists moved to their marks. The trap squad vanished like shadows. Everything locked into place.
The game began. You led the charge. Feet pounding dirt, heart slamming, you vaulted the first fallen log and plunged into the creek. Cold water exploded around your greaves, soaking your legs to the thighs. Behind you, twenty Ares campers surged forward in a roaring tide, spears leveled, shields locked, a moving wall of bronze and fury. The plan (if anyone could call it that) was brutally simple: overwhelm. Smash whatever defenses Athena thought they’d built and seize their flag before they could blink.
A flight of arrows hissed overhead. Blunted tips, red paint for scoring hits, but they still stung like wasps if they landed. You raised your shield on instinct; crimson splattered across the bronze in ugly streaks.
"Keep pushing!" you bellowed. "They’re already running!"
Another volley came, tighter, more precise. One grazed your shoulder guard, the impact jarring bone. You snarled and drove forward.
The far bank loomed ahead: steep, muddy, a natural choke point. You grinned wide. They’d funneled you exactly where brute force thrived, close quarters, no room to maneuver, perfect for breaking lines.
Then the world tilted. The bank simply collapsed beneath the front rank. You felt the ground give, heard the startled yells as your siblings dropped into a wide, concealed pit lined with soft earth and illusion-draped branches. You twisted mid-stride, boots skidding on slick roots, trying to leap clear, but momentum betrayed you. Something caught your spear (thin wire?) and yanked. A net snapped shut around your legs like a steel trap.
You hit the dirt hard, rolling once before the webbing pinned you facedown. Paint arrows rained from the canopy above, marking "kills" on anyone still twitching. Your team was unraveling fast, some snared in secondary traps, others pinned by Athena’s flanking squads who appeared from nowhere, moving like they’d rehearsed every step.
A hush fell over the creek, broken only by distant cheers from safe zones and the occasional groan of defeat.
You thrashed, testing the net. It held, tight, professional, no give. Your spear lay tangled just out of reach.
Boots crunched softly on the bank above. You twisted your neck enough to glare up. Junhui stood there, arms loosely crossed, expression calm. Almost detached. His dark eyes swept over you once, assessing damage, position, remaining threat, then locked on yours.
"Reckless" he said, voice low and even, carrying that faint, clipped precision he never quite shook. "Predictable. That’s why you’ll never win."
Fury flooded your face, hot, immediate, humiliating. The sting of truth made it worse.
You bared your teeth. "Keep hiding behind your little diagrams, brainiac. Real warriors don’t need to cheat."
He tilted his head, studying you the way someone might study a battle map that refused to behave.
"I don’t cheat" he replied. "I calculate. There’s a difference."
One of his siblings tossed him their flag, blue silk embroidered with a silver owl. He caught it one-handed without breaking eye contact.
The conch sounded three long blasts. Game over. Athena victorious.
Junhui gave the net a small, almost casual tug; it loosened just enough for you to sit up. He didn’t offer a hand. Didn’t need to. The victory was already written in every clean line of his posture.
You shoved upright anyway, ripping the last strands free, ignoring the dull ache blooming across your ribs from the fall. Paint streaked your arms, your chest, bright red proof of failure.
Your siblings were dragging themselves out of pits and snares, cursing viciously. One caught your eye across the water; she looked ready to set the entire forest on fire. Probably starting with you for not spotting the trap.
Junhui turned to leave.
"Hey" you called.
He paused, half-turning.
"This isn’t over" you said, voice rough.
His mouth quirked, not quite a smile, more acknowledgment than anything else.
"I know."
Then he walked away, blue banner over his shoulder, leaving you standing in the mud with your pride shredded and something unfamiliar twisting under your ribs. Not respect. Definitely not.
Just… irritation. Definitely irritation.
The rest of the afternoon blurred into cleanup and post-game noise. Athena cabin stayed quiet, smug in that infuriating, understated way only planners who’d accounted for every variable could manage. Ares cabin was loud, furious, already plotting next month’s revenge with increasingly creative threats.
You skipped the dining pavilion. Instead you ended up at the edge of the beach, sitting on a salt-bleached log, running a whetstone along your spear blade with more force than necessary. The sun dipped low, painting the water in molten copper.
Footsteps behind you, light, deliberate. You didn’t turn.
"Still brooding?" Junhui’s voice, closer now.
You snorted. "Hardly. Just making sure this spear’s sharp enough to carve through your next master plan."
He stopped a few feet away. Didn’t sit. Just stood, hands in his pockets, watching the water ripple.
"You charged exactly where I expected" he said after a moment. "Same crossing point as last summer. Same speed. Same tight formation."
You stiffened. "So?"
"So maybe change it next time."
You whipped around, eyes blazing. "Don’t lecture me, son of Athena. I don’t need your pointers."
He met your glare without flinching. "It wasn’t a lecture. It was an observation."
Silence stretched, taut, crackling. Then he added, quieter "You almost broke the line anyway. If Soonyoung had shifted left instead of right at the second volley…"
You blinked. Was that… praise? He seemed to catch himself. His expression shuttered instantly. "Forget it" he muttered.
He started to walk away.
"Wait."
He stopped again. You stood, spear still gripped tight. "Why’d you come down here?"
A long beat.
"I don’t know" he admitted. For the first time all day, he sounded almost… human. Uncertain.
You stared, really looked. The dying light caught the sharp edges of his face, the faint scar above his left brow from some old monster scrape, the way his shoulders stayed squared even when exhaustion tugged at the corners of his eyes.
Something shifted in your chest. Annoyance, sure. But underneath it, curiosity. Dangerous, unwelcome curiosity.
"Then figure it out" you said, turning back to the water. "And stay out of my way next time."
He didn’t answer immediately. When he finally spoke, his voice was so low the waves almost swallowed it.
"I will."
But the way he said it didn’t sound like retreat. It sounded like the opening move of something much longer.
A week after the Capture the Flag disaster, the camp still hummed with the aftermath. Ares cabin ate louder, trained harder and glared across the pavilion at Athena’s table like they could set it on fire with looks alone. You threw yourself into sparring sessions until your muscles screamed, trying to burn away the memory of that net snapping shut and Junhui’s calm voice calling you predictable.
It almost worked.
Then Chiron summoned you both to the Big House porch at dawn.
The centaur stood tall, tail swishing slowly, his expression grave in the pale morning light. Mr. D lounged in a deck chair nearby, nursing a Diet Coke and looking bored enough to die.
"You two" Chiron began without preamble, "have been selected for a retrieval quest."
You blinked. Junhui, standing a careful three steps to your right, went very still.
"An ancient bronze diadem, once worn by a minor sea nymph, was stolen from the camp borders three nights ago. Satyrs tracked the thief to an old cyclops forge hidden in the pine woods north of here. One cyclops, possibly with a few guards. The artifact is minor, but its theft is a deliberate provocation. We need it back before word spreads."
You felt a grin tug at your mouth. Finally, real action. No games, no paint arrows. Just monsters and steel.
Junhui spoke first, voice measured. "Why us specifically?"
Chiron’s eyes flicked between you. "Strength and strategy. The forge is trapped, mechanical, precise. Raw power alone will trigger every trap. Calculation alone will be too slow when the cyclops wakes. Together…" He let the word hang.
You crossed your arms. "I don’t do together. Especially not with him."
"Exactly why you’re perfect" Chiron said dryly. "You’ll balance each other. Or kill each other trying. Either way, the diadem returns by sunset tomorrow."
Mr. D snorted. "Try not to die. Paperwork’s a nightmare."
Dismissed.
Outside, you rounded on Junhui before he could open his mouth.
"I lead. You follow. No arguments."
He raised one dark brow. "You’ll walk straight into every pressure plate and tripwire."
"And you’ll sit there analyzing shadows until the cyclops uses your skull as a hammer."
He exhaled through his nose, almost a laugh, but too controlled. "We leave at dusk. Meet me at the armory in two hours. I need to see your gear."
"My gear’s fine."
"It’s not about fine. It’s about compatibility."
You stared. "You’re unbelievable."
"So I’ve been told."
He walked away first this time, leaving you fuming on the steps. Two hours later, the armory smelled of oil, leather and heated bronze. You arrived early, already strapped into your favorite kit: greaves, vambraces, breastplate and the heavy spear that had tasted more monster than you could count. A short sword hung at your hip for close work.
Junhui entered quietly, carrying a small pack and wearing light reinforced leather: dark, flexible, designed for movement over brute protection. No helmet. His hair was combed back again, exposing the sharp lines of his face.
He looked you over once, clinical.
"Too heavy" he said immediately. "You’ll sink in the soft ground near the forge. Ditch the breastplate."
You laughed, short, sharp. "And get skewered by a cyclops spike? No thanks."
"The cyclops won’t get close enough to skewer you if we do this right." He pulled a folded parchment from his pack, hand-drawn map, annotations in neat Greek script. "Entry from the east ridge. Narrow path, single-file. I go first to mark traps. You cover rear. Once inside, I disable mechanisms; you handle the guardian."
You snatched the map. It was annoyingly detailed: elevation marks, probable trap locations marked with tiny Xs, wind direction arrows. "You spent all day on this?"
"Three hours. Sleep is overrated."
You rolled your eyes but kept the map. "Fine. But if your fancy plan fails, I’m charging anyway."
"Noted."
Dusk came fast. You slipped past the border, pine needles muffling your steps. The forest thickened quickly, old growth, twisted roots, the faint metallic tang of forge smoke on the wind. Junhui moved ahead like a shadow, pausing every few meters to study the ground, then marking safe paths with small white stones from his pocket.
You followed, spear low but ready, irritation simmering. Every time he stopped, you had to stop. Every time he murmured "wait" your fingers tightened on the haft.
After twenty minutes of silent trekking, he crouched beside a fallen log and beckoned you down.
"Tripwire" he whispered, pointing to a thin bronze filament stretched ankle-high across the path. Moonlight caught it in a faint gleam. "Pressure plate three meters ahead. Probably drops boulders."
You squinted. Barely visible. "How’d you even see that?"
"Practice."
You wanted to snap something sarcastic, but the truth was, you hadn’t seen it. At all.
He stepped over the wire with careful grace, then waited for you. You followed, feeling oversized and clumsy next to his precision.
Another hundred meters. The smoke thickened, carrying the clang of distant hammers: cyclops working late. Junhui froze mid-step.
"Movement" he breathed.
You heard it a second later, heavy footfalls, then a low growl that vibrated through your boots. Hellhound. Two, maybe three.
Junhui’s hand shot out, pressing flat against your chest to stop you. The touch was brief, firm (pure reflex) but it sent a jolt through you anyway. You shoved his hand away.
"I can handle dogs" you hissed.
"Not quietly."
He pulled a small bronze disk from his pack: Athena’s gift, illusion rune. He crushed it between his fingers; faint mist rolled out, cloaking you both in a shimmer that bent light. Not invisibility, more like a suggestion to look elsewhere.
The hellhounds passed within ten meters, noses twitching, but they kept moving toward some distant scent. You exhaled slowly.
Junhui met your eyes. "See? Brains."
"Shut up" you muttered, but there was no heat in it.
The forge appeared through the trees: a cavern mouth braced with iron beams, glowing orange from within. Anvils rang sporadically. One cyclops: massive, one-eyed, skin like cracked granite, hammered at something on a workbench. The diadem sat on a stone pedestal nearby, bronze gleaming.
Junhui crouched behind a boulder, sketching quick lines in the dirt: entry vector, cyclops position, trap indicators.
You leaned in despite yourself. "How do we get past the big guy?"
"Distraction on the left flank, loose rockfall. He turns. You slip in from right, grab it. I cover exit with smoke bombs."
You studied the sketch. It was solid. Annoyingly solid.
"Fine" you said. "But if he charges you-"
"I won’t let him."
You snorted. "Big talk."
He looked at you then, really looked. Something flickered in his dark eyes. Not fear. Not arrogance. Just… focus. "Let’s move."
You took the right approach while he circled left. Heart pounding, not from nerves, but anticipation. This was what you lived for.
Junhui triggered the rockfall with a precise throw of a weighted sling stone. Boulders rumbled down the slope. The cyclops roared, lumbering toward the noise, hammer raised.
You sprinted. The cavern mouth swallowed you. Heat blasted your face. The diadem was heavier than it looked: solid bronze, etched with wave patterns. You snatched it, tucked it into your belt pouch. Behind you, the cyclops turned back too fast. It saw you. Roared. Charged.
You drew your spear, grinning wide. "Come on, ugly!"
It swung the hammer in a wide arc. You ducked, rolled, came up slashing at its thigh. Bronze bit deep; ichor sprayed. The cyclops bellowed, staggering.
Then the ground shook, not from the fight. A massive boulder (part of the ceiling?) detached and plummeted straight toward Junhui’s position outside. He was still marking the exit path, back turned. You didn’t think. You sprinted.
The cyclop lunged after you; you ignored it. You reached Junhui just as the boulder dropped, slamming your shoulder into his side. You both hit the dirt hard, rolling down the slope as stone crashed where he’d stood seconds earlier.
Dust choked the air. Pain bloomed across your ribs: bruised, maybe cracked, but you were alive.
Junhui coughed, pushed up on one elbow. His eyes were wide, genuine shock. "You-"
"Shut up" you growled, shoving to your feet. The cyclops was recovering, roaring fury.
Junhui scrambled up, grabbed your arm. "Run."
You ran. Through trees, leaping roots, the diadem banging against your hip. Hellhounds howled behind, drawn by the noise. Junhui tossed another illusion disk; mist bloomed, confusing their pursuit.
You burst past the camp border as the moon hit zenith. Safe.
You both collapsed against a pine trunk, chests heaving. Silence, except for ragged breathing. You pulled the diadem free, tossed it into his lap without looking. "There. Your stupid plan worked."
He caught it, fingers brushing yours for half a second. "You improvised."
"Had to. Boulder wasn’t in your diagram."
He huffed, almost a laugh. "No. It wasn’t."
You glanced sideways. Sweat streaked his face, hair coming loose from its tie. A thin cut above his eyebrow leaked blood, probably from the fall.
He noticed you staring. "What?"
"You almost died."
"So did you."
"Yeah, well." You shrugged, wincing at the pull in your ribs. "Brains need brawn sometimes."
He looked at you, long, searching. Then, quietly: "And sometimes brawn needs brains."
You held his gaze. Something shifted again, heavier this time. Not quite respect. Not yet. But close.
He stood first, offering the diadem back. "Chiron will want this."
You took it, fingers lingering on his. "Don’t get used to me saving your ass, nerd."
"Don’t get used to me needing it, warrior."
But as you walked back toward the Big House, side by side, not quite touching, the space between you felt smaller than it had an hour ago. And neither of you moved to widen it.
Weeks blurred into the familiar rhythm of camp life after the cyclops quest. Mornings meant archery drills or horse grooming. Afternoons brought sword practice, wall climbs and the endless cycle of bragging, bruises, and ambrosia squares. You threw yourself into it all harder than usual, as if extra sweat could erase the memory of tackling Junhui out of a falling boulder’s path or the way his fingers had brushed yours when you handed back the diadem.
It didn’t.
The whispers started small. A Hermes kid snickering during dinner about how "the Ares psycho and the Athena robot almost looked like they cared about each other out there." One of your sisters overheard, slammed her fist on the table hard enough to crack the wood and declared loudly that anyone spreading that garbage would eat their own spear. The rumors didn’t die, they just went quieter, more amused.
Then Chiron changed the training rotation. Joint cabin drills. Every third day, Ares paired with Athena for partnered sparring, strategy simulations and combined obstacle courses. No opting out. No substitutions. Chiron’s exact words: "Rivalry sharpens both blade and mind. Learn to use each other’s strengths instead of pretending they don’t exist."
You wanted to argue. You didn’t.
First session was brutal. The arena floor had been raked smooth, weapons racks gleaming under floodlights as the sun dipped. Ares campers lined up on one side in full gear: spears, shields, war whoops already building. Athena’s side stood opposite: lighter armor, precise stances, eyes scanning opponents like equations to solve.
Chiron paired names. Of course your name landed right next to Junhui’s.
You stepped into the marked circle together. He wore his usual dark leather reinforced with bronze scales at vital points: minimal, efficient. His xiphos hung at his hip; no shield. You carried spear and hoplon shield, the weight grounding you.
"Rules" Chiron called. "No maiming. No killing intent. First to three solid touches or disarm wins the round. Begin on my mark."
You twirled your spear once, loosening your wrists. "Don’t hold back, brainiac. I won’t."
Junhui’s mouth curved, just the tiniest fraction. "I never do."
Chiron’s whistle shrilled. You lunged first, standard Ares opener: fast thrust aimed at center mass to force a dodge and create opening. Junhui sidestepped smoothly, not retreating, just shifting angle. His blade flashed up in a parry that rang against your spear shaft, the vibration traveling up your arms.
You pressed, sweeping low. He jumped the arc, countered with a quick downward slash toward your shoulder guard. You blocked with the shield rim, shoved forward hard enough to make him stagger a step.
He recovered instantly, too instantly. Pivoted, used your momentum against you, hooked your spear with his xiphos and twisted.
You let go before he could fully disarm you, rolling sideways and coming up with shield raised. He didn’t pursue aggressively; he circled instead, studying.
"Stop dancing" you growled. "Fight."
"I am fighting" he replied, calm. "You’re just louder about it."
You charged again, feint high, drop low, spear thrusting for his thigh. He anticipated, stepped inside your reach, forearm blocking the haft while his free hand snapped out in a palm strike to your chest plate. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to jolt you back.
Score one for him.
You snarled, reset stance. "Cheap."
"Effective."
Next exchange was faster. You hammered shield against shield (he’d grabbed one from the rack mid-fight, smart bastard), then spun out and cracked the butt of your spear against his ribs. Solid contact. Point for you.
He exhaled sharply but didn’t complain. Just nodded once, acknowledgment.
By the third touch: his blade tapping your throat guard after a slick disarm, you were both breathing hard, sweat darkening hair and leather. The round ended in a tie. Chiron called time.
You lowered weapons. He did the same.
"Not bad" you said grudgingly.
"You almost had me on the second disarm" he replied. "If you’d committed to the feint instead of hesitating."
You snorted. "Don’t critique my form while I’m still holding a spear."
He almost smiled. Almost.
The sessions repeated every few days. Sometimes you won. Sometimes he did. Most times it ended in draws that left you both bruised, frustrated and strangely energized.
One evening after a particularly grueling drill, the arena emptied slowly. Most campers headed to the campfire or showers. You stayed behind, methodically wiping down your spear with an oiled rag. The floodlights buzzed overhead; crickets sang in the darkening woods.
Footsteps approached, light, familiar. Junhui stopped at the edge of the circle, arms crossed loosely. He hadn’t changed out of his training gear yet; a faint sheen of sweat still clung to his collarbones.
"You’re doing that wrong" he said.
You glanced up. "Excuse me?"
"Your grip on the haft. Too tight at the base. Limits wrist rotation." He stepped closer, voice dropping to demonstration level. "Here."
Before you could protest, he reached out, slow enough to give you time to pull away if you wanted. You didn’t. His fingers closed over yours on the spear shaft, adjusting position with careful pressure. Thumb here. Fingers looser there. The correction was precise, clinical. But his skin was warm against yours, calluses matching in places where sword and spear had worn matching grooves.
You felt your pulse kick up, annoyingly loud in your ears.
"Try it" he said, stepping back.
You did. A practice thrust. The motion felt… smoother. More control without losing power.
You hated that he was right.
"Better" he said quietly.
You lowered the spear. "Why are you still here?"
He shrugged one shoulder. "Same reason you are. Cooling down."
You studied him in the artificial light. Sweat-damp hair falling across his forehead. The faint scar above his brow more visible now. The way his chest rose and fell in measured rhythm, never quite frantic even after an hour of combat.
Something tightened in your stomach, hot, unfamiliar, unwelcome.
"You stare a lot for someone who claims not to care" you said, aiming for mockery.
His eyes met yours. Steady. Unreadable for a second. "I’m observing" he corrected. "There’s a difference."
"Right. Athena thing." You turned away, setting the spear in the rack with more force than necessary. "Always analyzing."
He didn’t answer immediately. When he spoke again, his voice was lower. "You changed your footwork last week. Wider stance on defense. It’s working."
You froze mid-motion. "You noticed that?"
"I notice everything."
The words hung between you, simple, factual, but weighted somehow.
You turned back slowly. He hadn’t moved closer, but the space felt smaller.
"Then notice this" you said, stepping into his space until only a hand’s width separated you. "I don’t need your pointers. I don’t need your observations. And I definitely don’t need you looking at me like I’m some puzzle you’re trying to solve."
His gaze dropped to your mouth for half a heartbeat, barely long enough to register, then flicked back up.
"Maybe you are" he said quietly.
Your breath caught. For one stupid, suspended second, neither of you moved. Then you laughed, short, rough, breaking the tension like glass. "Keep dreaming, nerd."
You shouldered past him, deliberately brushing his arm. The contact sparked, electric, irritating. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t follow. But as you walked toward the cabins, you felt his eyes on your back the entire way.
The whispers grew bolder after that.
"They’re always the last ones out of the arena."
"Did you see how close they got during that last spar? Looked like they were about to-"
"Shut up before they hear you."
You pretended not to hear. Junhui probably did the same.
Another week passed. Another joint session. This time the exercise was different: blindfolded paired combat. Trust exercise, Chiron called it. One partner blindfolded, the other giving verbal directions to navigate an obstacle course filled with moving dummies and low swinging pendulums.
You drew the short straw. Blindfold first. Black cloth tied snug over your eyes. World reduced to sound, vibration, smell. Junhui’s voice came from your left, low, steady.
"Step forward. Three paces. Stop."
You obeyed, grudgingly. Boots scuffed dirt.
"Right. Pivot forty-five degrees. Forward five steps, slow. Pendulum at head height in three… two… duck now."
You dropped instinctively. Air whooshed overhead.
"Good" he said. Something almost warm in the word.
You hated how much you liked hearing it.
Next obstacle: narrow beam over a shallow pit of mud. "Left foot first. Balance. I’ll count cadence."
You moved, slow, deliberate. His instructions were precise: "Shift weight center… good… right foot now… hold…"
Halfway across, a dummy lunged from the side: mechanical, spring-loaded.
You swung your practice sword on reflex. Wood cracked against wood. Dummy staggered.
"Finish it. Right cross."
You did. The dummy toppled.
"Clear" he said.
You reached the end of the beam, heart pounding from more than exertion.
He untied the blindfold himself, fingers brushing your temples as he pulled the cloth free. You blinked against sudden light.
His face was close, closer than necessary.
"You trusted me" he said. Not a question.
You swallowed. "Had to."
A beat. Then, quieter he says "I won’t let you fall."
The words landed heavier than they should have.
You stepped back, too fast. "Don’t get sentimental on me."
His mouth quirked. "Wouldn’t dream of it."
But as he turned to take his turn on the course, you caught the way his shoulders relaxed, just a fraction, like something had settled inside him.
That night you lay awake in the Ares cabin, listening to snores and the distant hoot of owls. The memory of his fingers near your face replayed on loop. The calm certainty in his voice when he said he wouldn’t let you fall.
You rolled over, punched your pillow. Stupid. He was still a nerd. Still insufferable. Still the guy who’d called you predictable. But the irritation didn’t burn quite as hot anymore. It felt… different. Warmer. Dangerous.
Across camp, in the Athena cabin, Junhui sat at his desk with a half-finished strategy scroll in front of him. He hadn’t written a single new line in twenty minutes. Instead he stared at the empty space where your silhouette had been during the blindfolded drill: shoulders squared, blind but fearless, trusting his voice to guide you through chaos. He exhaled slowly. Recalculating.
The border alarm shattered the quiet just past midnight. Three long, bone-deep blasts from the conch horn: emergency, not drill. Camp Half-Blood jolted awake. Cabins emptied in seconds: demigods spilling onto the green in hastily buckled armor, weapons already drawn, eyes wide and bright with the kind of adrenaline that only came from real monsters at the edge of the magical barrier.
You were out of the Ares cabin before the third blast faded, spear in hand, breastplate half-strapped. Your sibilings were right behind you, electric spear crackling blue-white in the dark. "Dracaenae" one snarled, already tasting the fight. "Satyrs spotted a raiding party crossing the western tree line. They’re testing the border, hard."
You didn’t waste breath on questions. You ran. The woods west of the cabins were thickest: old pines, tangled underbrush, perfect cover for serpentine bodies slithering through shadows. The barrier shimmered faintly ahead, a golden veil stretched between ancient trunks. Beyond it, movement: hisses, scales scraping bark, the wet slap of tails.
Chiron galloped up as you reached the front line, bow already nocked. "Hold the perimeter" he ordered. "They can’t cross unless the barrier fails. Push them back before they find a weak point."
Athena cabin arrived seconds later, Junhui at the front, moving with that same quiet purpose he always had. No panic. No shouting. Just eyes scanning the treeline, calculating angles, numbers, vectors of attack. He carried his xiphos and a small round shield; behind him, younger siblings fanned out with bows and javelins, already taking elevated positions in the branches.
Your eyes met his across the chaos for half a second. No words. Just a nod, sharp, mutual. We’ve got this.
Then the dracaenae hit. They burst from the undergrowth in a wave, dozens, maybe more. Upper bodies humanoid, women with copper skin and venom-green eyes; lower halves massive serpent coils that propelled them forward faster than any horse. Spears tipped with jagged coral, whips crackling with Stygian ice. They hissed war cries in ancient Greek, voices overlapping like a nest of vipers.
The barrier flared as the first wave slammed into it, golden light rippling, holding, but straining. Arrows from the trees answered immediately: Athena’s archers, precise, dropping three dracaenae before they could regroup.
You charged the breach point where the barrier flickered weakest.
"Front line, with me!" you called.
Ares campers surged forward in a wedge. You led, spear leveled, shield up. The first dracaena met you head-on, whip cracking toward your face. You ducked, thrust low, bronze punching through scaled midsection. She shrieked, dissolving into golden dust. Another lunged from the side; you spun, cracked your shield rim into her jaw, then finished with an upward stab.
Around you the fight exploded: younger Ares kids holding formation with grim determination, Athena strategists calling targets "Left flank, three incoming, archers now!" and the border itself groaning under repeated impacts.
Junhui stayed back at first, directing, repositioning. "Archers, concentrate fire on the whip-wielders! Swords, plug the gaps on the right!" His voice cut clean through the noise, calm anchor in the storm.
You caught glimpses between kills: him sliding between two dracaenae, xiphos flashing in tight, economical arcs; him shoving a younger camper out of a whip’s path; him scanning the entire line like it was a living chessboard.
Then everything went wrong. A larger dracaena (leader, maybe) broke through a thin spot in the barrier. Eight feet of coiled muscle, coral spear longer than you were tall. She hissed triumph, eyes locking on the cluster of unarmored Athena kids still scrambling into position. Junhui was closest, back turned for a split second, shouting orders over his shoulder.
She lunged.
Time slowed.
You saw the spear rise, saw the killing arc descending toward his unprotected back.
You didn’t think. You ran. Feet pounding dirt, spear forgotten in favor of raw speed. You slammed into Junhui from the side, full tackle, shoulder driving into his ribs. You both went down hard, rolling across pine needles and roots. The coral spear whistled through the space where his heart had been, embedding in the earth with a thud that vibrated up your spine.
Pain exploded across your side: hot, wet. The dracaena hadn’t missed entirely. Her spear had raked a deep gash along your ribs as you shoved him clear. Blood soaked your shirt instantly, warm and sticky.
Junhui hit the ground beneath you, breath punched out of him. His eyes: wide, stunned, locked on yours.
For half a heartbeat, neither moved. Then reality crashed back. The dracaena reared, hissing fury. You rolled off him, staggering upright despite the fire in your side. Spear still in hand (somehow) you thrust blindly. Bronze met scale; she recoiled with a scream.
Junhui was up in the next second, faster than you’d ever seen him move. He grabbed your arm, dragged you behind the thick trunk of an oak. "Cover" he barked, voice cracking on the word.
You leaned against bark, breathing shallow. Blood dripped steadily onto the forest floor. "I’m fine" you lied through gritted teeth.
"You’re bleeding out" he snapped, actual anger in his tone, rare and sharp.
He tore a strip from the bottom of his camp shirt, pressed it hard against the wound. His hands were steady, clinical, but his face was pale, jaw locked so tight you thought it might crack.
"Hold this" he ordered.
You did. He stepped out from cover, shield raised, xiphos ready. "Stay down."
"Like Hades" you growled, shoving upright despite the dizziness.
He shot you a look, pure exasperation mixed with something rawer. "Don’t you dare die on me, reckless idiot."
The words landed like a punch. You stared.
He didn’t wait for a reply. He charged back into the fray, covering the retreat of the younger campers, drawing the leader dracaena’s attention. His movements were tighter now, angrier. Every strike precise and vicious. He disarmed her spear, slashed across her coils, forced her back step by step until an arrow from above finished her, golden dust exploding in a glittering cloud.
The rest of the raiding party faltered. Without their leader, coordination broke. Athena archers picked them off; Ares front-liners mopped up the stragglers. Within minutes the woods fell quiet again, save for the crackle of dissipating monster essence and the groans of the wounded.
Chiron’s voice boomed across the line. "Secure the perimeter! Healers to the front!"
Junhui appeared at your side again, breathing hard, ichor streaking his arms, a shallow cut above his eyebrow leaking blood into his lashes. He didn’t speak. Just hooked your arm over his shoulders and half-carried you toward the clearing where the Apollo kids were already setting up triage.
You tried to pull away. "I can walk."
"You can’t" he said flatly. "Shut up and let me."
You were too dizzy to argue. By the time you reached the infirmary tent, the adrenaline crash had hit full force. The world tilted; pain throbbed in time with your heartbeat. Apollo campers swarmed: nectar, gauze, hymns that glowed faintly gold.
Junhui stayed. He didn’t hover, didn’t pace. Just sat on a stool beside your cot, elbows on knees, hands clasped so tight his knuckles whitened. He watched every stitch, every application of salve, like he was memorizing the procedure in case he had to do it himself later.
When the head healer finally stepped back "She’ll be fine. Deep cut, but no organ damage. Rest, ambrosia, no training for a week" Junhui exhaled like he’d been holding the breath since the border.
The tent emptied slowly. Moonlight filtered through canvas, turning everything silver-blue. You shifted on the cot, wincing. "You gonna sit there brooding all night?"
He looked up. Eyes shadowed. "I’m not brooding."
"You’re doing a pretty good impression."
Silence stretched. Then, quietly "You didn’t have to do that."
You snorted, regretted it instantly as pain flared. "Yeah, well. Couldn’t let the camp’s favorite strategist get skewered. Who’d make all the annoying plans then?"
He didn’t smile. "You could have died."
"So could you."
"That’s different."
"How?"
He leaned forward, forearms on thighs. "Because I-" He stopped. Swallowed. Tried again. "I had the position. I should have seen the angle. The spear trajectory was obvious if I’d just-"
"Stop." You reached out, slow, careful and grabbed the front of his ruined shirt. "You were busy saving everyone else. That’s your thing. Mine’s the charging-in-like-an-idiot part."
His gaze dropped to where your fingers curled fabric. Then back to your face. Something flickered there, something unguarded, unguarded in a way you’d never seen from him.
"I hated it" he said, voice rough. "Watching that spear come down. Knowing I wouldn’t make it in time."
Your throat tightened. "Yeah. Well. I hated watching it too."
Another beat. He reached up, hesitant and covered your hand with his. Warm. Steady. Thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.
"You scared me" he admitted, so soft you almost missed it.
You stared. Heart slamming against bruised ribs. Then, because words failed, you tugged him closer. He came without resistance. Foreheads touched, careful, mindful of wounds. Breathing mingled. His hand slid to the nape of your neck, fingers threading gently into sweat-damp hair.
"I’m sorry" he whispered.
"For what?"
"For not seeing it sooner."
You huffed a small laugh. "Took you long enough, brainiac."
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. "I see it now."
The tent flap rustled, someone checking on patients. Junhui straightened, but he didn’t let go of your hand. Not yet.
"Rest" he said. "I’ll be here when you wake up."
You wanted to argue, habit, but exhaustion pulled too hard.
"Fine" you muttered. "But if you start debriefing me in my sleep, I’ll haunt you."
A ghost of a smile touched his mouth. "Deal."
You drifted off with his hand still wrapped around yours, warm anchor in the dark.
Hours later, deep night, camp finally quiet, Junhui still sat there. He didn’t sleep. He watched the slow rise and fall of your chest, counted every breath like it was proof of something fragile and vital.
And for the first time in years, the relentless machinery of his mind went quiet. No calculations. No contingencies. Just you, alive, stubborn, impossible and the bone-deep certainty that he would burn every strategy he’d ever written if it meant keeping you that way.
The infirmary cot felt too small after that night at the border. The gash along your ribs healed faster than it had any right to, thank Apollo kids and a steady drip of nectar, but the scar it left was angry, pink and raised. Every time you twisted wrong in training or reached too far, it pulled, a sharp reminder of coral spear and the split-second decision that had put you between Junhui and death.
You avoided the arena for the mandated week. Chiron’s orders. Instead you haunted the edges of camp: the beach at dawn, the strawberry fields at dusk, the climbing wall when no one was looking. Anywhere that didn’t smell like pine needles and blood and the faint, clean scent of whatever soap Junhui used.
He didn’t crowd you. Didn’t hover. But he was there. A water bottle left on the porch railing of Cabin 5 when you came back sweaty from a solo run. A fresh roll of bandages slipped onto your bunk without comment. Once, you found a small jar of salve: Athena’s own recipe, handwritten label in his precise script, tucked under your pillow. "For scar tissue" the note read. Nothing else. No signature. Didn’t need one.
You hated how much it steadied you. The mandatory week ended on a Thursday. You were back in the arena by sunrise Friday, spear in hand, testing the limits of the new scar. It hurt, good hurt, the kind that reminded you you were still here, still fighting. You ran through forms alone until the sun climbed high and sweat soaked through your shirt.
Footsteps on the sand. You didn’t turn. "Thought you’d be here" Junhui said from the entrance arch.
You kept moving: thrust, parry, pivot. "Stalking me now?"
"Observing." Same old line. But his voice was quieter today. Less guarded.
You finally stopped, spear tip resting in the dirt. Turned.
He stood just inside the shadow of the colonnade, arms loose at his sides. No armor. Just camp shirt, dark shorts, hair slightly messy from whatever he’d been doing before this. The cut above his eyebrow had healed to a thin silver line. It suited him, made him look less like a statue and more like someone who bled the same as everyone else.
"You’re supposed to be resting" he said.
"I rested. Now I’m training."
He stepped forward, slow, deliberate. "You’re favoring your left side. The scar’s pulling."
You rolled your eyes. "I’m fine."
"You’re not."
The words weren’t accusatory. Just fact. Something in his tone made your stomach flip. You planted the spear butt harder. "What do you want, Junhui?"
He stopped a few feet away. Close enough that you could see the way his throat moved when he swallowed. "I want to spar."
You laughed, short, disbelieving. "You want to fight me? Now?"
"Not fight." He met your eyes. Steady. "Train. Properly. No holding back. No blindfolds. Just us."
Your pulse kicked up. "Why?"
"Because we’ve been dancing around this for months." His voice dropped. "And I’m tired of it."
The arena suddenly felt too quiet. No wind. No distant shouts from the beach. Just the two of you and the weight of everything unsaid.
You studied him, really studied. The faint tension in his shoulders. The way his fingers flexed once, then stilled. The look in his eyes that wasn’t calculation anymore. It was hunger.
"Fine" you said. Voice rougher than you meant. "But if I pin you, you admit I’m better."
His mouth curved, just a flicker. "And if I pin you?"
You stepped closer. "You won’t."
He exhaled through his nose, almost a laugh. You both moved to the center circle. No shields this time. Just spear against xiphos. Bare feet on warm sand. The sun beat down, turning everything gold and sharp-edged.
You circled first, slow, testing. He mirrored you. No rush. No feints yet. Just eyes locked, breathing synced without meaning to. You struck first. Spear thrust, fast, aimed at his shoulder to force a dodge. He twisted inside your reach, xiphos flashing up to parry. Metal sang. You spun out, reversed the haft, cracked it toward his ribs. He blocked, barely, staggered half a step. Recovered instantly. Countered with a low slash that forced you to leap back.
"Sloppy" he said. Breath even.
"Shut up."
You went harder. Thrust-parry-thrust-feint-high-low. He read every move half a second before you finished it, dodging, deflecting, never quite retreating. You pushed him toward the edge of the circle. He let you. Then, sudden pivot, he hooked your spear haft with his blade, yanked, used your forward momentum to spin you. Your back hit his chest. His arm banded across your waist, tight, unyielding. The spear clattered to the sand. Pinned. Breath exploded out of you.
His mouth was at your ear. "Yield?"
You twisted, hard, elbow driving back toward his ribs. He anticipated, shifted, took the blow on his forearm instead. Didn’t let go. You stomped his instep. He grunted, pain, not surprise, but his grip only tightened.
"Yield" he repeated. Voice low. Rough.
You stopped struggling. Not surrender. Just… stillness. Your back pressed to his front. His heartbeat hammered against your spine, fast, unsteady. His breath stirred the hair at your nape.
"No" you whispered.
He turned you, slow, careful. Hands sliding to your hips. You let him. Faces inches apart. Sweat beaded on his temple. A drop slid down the side of his jaw. You reached up, slow, thumb brushing it away. His eyes darkened.
Then he kissed you. Not gentle. Not tentative. Desperate. Like he’d been holding the strategy back for too long and the entire plan had just collapsed. You kissed him harder, teeth, tongue, all the frustration and want and fear that had been building since the cyclops forge, since the border, since every single time he’d looked at you like you were the one variable he couldn’t solve.
Hands everywhere. Yours fisted in his shirt, yanking him closer. His slid under yours, palms hot against the small of your back, careful of the scar but not shying away. You bit his lower lip, sharp enough to make him groan into your mouth.
Clothes came off in pieces. Shirt, yanked over his head, tossed. Yours followed, careful around the ribs, but fast. Sand stuck to sweat-slick skin. You shoved him backward until his shoulders hit one of the wooden support posts.
He reversed, pinned you instead. Back to the post. Hands braced on either side of your head.
He pulled back just enough to look. Eyes searching yours, asking without words. You answered by dragging him back in. The kiss turned slower, deeper. His mouth moved to your jaw, your throat. You tipped your head back, fingers threading into his hair, tugging when he found the spot below your ear that made your knees weak.
He dropped to one knee, slow, eyes never leaving yours. Mouth trailing down sternum, ribs, pausing at the new scar. He pressed a kiss there, soft, reverent. Then another. And another.
You swallowed hard. "Junhui-"
He looked up. "I hated how close I came to losing this."
The words cracked something open inside you. You pulled him up, urgent, kissed him again. Hands roaming. His skin was fever-hot. You traced every line of muscle, every old scar, memorizing the way he shivered when your nails dragged lightly down his back.
He lifted you, effortless, your legs wrapping around his waist. Post at your back, his body pinning you there. The friction made you both gasp.
"Tell me to stop" he murmured against your lips.
"Don’t you dare."
He didn’t. He reached between you, slow, careful, checking. You nodded. He pushed in, slow at first, giving you time to adjust. The stretch burned sweet. You bit his shoulder to muffle the sound.
He groaned, low, wrecked. Then he moved. Steady rhythm at first, controlled, like everything he did. But you met him thrust for thrust, harder, hungrier. Nails digging into his shoulders. Legs tightening. His control frayed fast.
"Fuck" he breathed, rare curse, raw. "You’re-"
You cut him off with a kiss. Rolled your hips. Took him deeper. He lost the rhythm, became desperate. Faster. Harder. The post creaked behind you. Sand shifted under his feet.
You felt it building, tight coil low in your belly. His hand slid between you, fingers finding exactly where you needed. Precise. Perfect.
You shattered first, back arching, name tearing from your throat in a broken gasp.
He followed seconds later, burying his face in your neck, shuddering, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you.
For a long moment neither moved. Just breathing. Hearts slamming against each other. Sweat cooling on skin.
He eased you down slowly, careful, until your feet touched sand again. Didn’t let go. Forehead to yours.
You laughed, shaky. "We just..."
"Yeah."
You both exhaled at the same time. He kissed you again, soft this time. Slow. Like he was memorizing the taste.
When you finally pulled apart, you rested your head against his shoulder.
"I still think you’re a nerd" you muttered.
He huffed a quiet laugh. "And you’re still reckless."
You tilted your head back. "But you like it."
His thumb brushed your cheek. "More than like."
The admission hung there, simple. Heavy.
You swallowed. "Me too."
He smiled, small, real, unguarded.
You stayed like that until the sun dipped lower, tangled, sandy, bruised in the best ways.
Eventually you separated enough to gather scattered clothes. Dressed slowly. Shared glances. Small touches, a hand on his wrist, his fingers brushing your scar.
As you walked out of the arena together, shoulders brushing, the camp lights were just flickering on. Distant laughter from the pavilion. Normal sounds.
But nothing felt normal anymore.
At the fork in the path: one way to Ares cabin, one to Athena, he stopped. You turned. He looked at you, long, searching.
"Tomorrow?" he asked. Quiet.
You stepped closer. Kissed him once, brief, promising.
"Tomorrow" you said.
He nodded. You walked separate ways. But the space between didn’t feel empty. It felt like anticipation. Like the moment before a perfect strategy clicked into place.
The final Capture the Flag of the summer arrived on the last Saturday before most campers shipped back to mortal schools or whatever fragile normalcy waited beyond the border. The air smelled of pine, sea salt and anticipation thick enough to choke on. Chiron had announced the teams at breakfast that morning with his usual calm gravitas: "For this game, the blue team will be led jointly by Athena and Ares cabins. One strategy, one assault force. Work as one, or lose as two."
Groans had rippled through the pavilion. Traditionalists from both sides muttered about "mixing oil and water" but no one argued with Chiron. Not out loud.
You stood at the edge of the forest as the sun climbed, armor gleaming, spear balanced across your shoulders. The red boar banner still flew over Ares territory, but today it shared space with Athena’s silver owl stitched onto blue silk. A compromise. Junhui had suggested it the night before, quietly, over stolen kisses behind the armory.
"Symbols matter" he’d said against your mouth. "Let them see we’re not pretending anymore."
You’d rolled your eyes. "You and your metaphors."
He’d smiled, small, private. "You love them."
You hadn’t denied it. Now he stood beside you in full gear: dark leather reinforced with bronze at the shoulders and chest, xiphos at his hip, no shield. His hair was tied back, exposing the sharp line of his jaw and the faint scar above his brow. He looked calm. Focused. Like always. Except when his eyes met yours.
Then something warmer flickered there, something that made your pulse kick despite the weight of bronze on your shoulders.
"Ready?" he asked.
You twirled the spear once. "Born ready. You?"
He nodded once. "Plan’s locked. You remember your part?"
"Charge where you point. Improvise when I feel like it."
His mouth quirked. "Try to stick to the plan."
"No promises, brainiac."
He didn’t argue. Just brushed his knuckles against yours, brief, hidden by the angle of your bodies, before stepping forward to address the combined force.
Blue team gathered in a loose semicircle: Athena kids with bows, maps, and illusion runes; Ares siblings with spears, shields, and barely restrained grins. They watched Junhui with wary respect and you with familiar hunger for violence. The mix still felt strange, like handing a wolf a chess set, but no one questioned it. Not after the border fight. Not after the whispers had turned into open bets on whether you two would kill each other or end up sharing a bunk.
Junhui spoke first, voice carrying without shouting.
"Red team: Hephaestus, Hermes, Apollo, has the creek as their primary crossing. They’ll feint north with Hermes speed, then push hard south with Hephaestus traps. We let them think we’re defending the shallows like last time."
Murmurs. He raised a hand. "We’re not."
He knelt, traced lines in the dirt with his dagger, quick, precise.
"Archers and illusionists take the high ridge here. Create false movement, make them believe the north flank is weak. When they commit, we collapse the trap: Ares hits the south crossing in full force, funneled exactly where we want them. I’ll coordinate from the center ridge with signal flares. No deviations unless I call it."
Eyes turned to you. You stepped forward. "My job’s simple. We hit hard, we hit fast. Shields lock, spears low. No one breaks formation until we have their flag or they’re dust. If they scatter, we chase. If they trap us, we break through. Clear?"
Nods. Feral grins from your siblings.
Junhui met your gaze. "We move on the horn. Stay sharp."
The conch sounded. Game on. You led the Ares contingent south through the underbrush, silent at first, then building to the low thunder of boots and clanking bronze. Junhui’s signal flare arced overhead, green smoke, the go code. You broke cover at a dead run.
The south crossing was chaos exactly as planned. Hermes kids sprinted ahead, thinking they’d caught the flank open. Hephaestus traps: spiked pits, tripwires, waited in neat rows. But Athena archers had already marked them; blue flares burst above each one, warning your line.
You yelled "Shields!"
The front rank locked, bronze wall moving as one. You were at the center, spear thrusting through gaps, driving forward. A Hermes kid appeared on your left, dagger flashing. You bashed him with your shield rim, sent him sprawling. Behind the line, Junhui’s voice carried over the din, calm, precise. "Left shift, two degrees! Archers, suppress the ridge!"
Arrows hissed overhead. Red team faltered.
You pushed harder. The creek appeared, shallow here, rocks slick. Red team’s flag waved from a fallen log on the far bank, guarded by a knot of Hephaestus heavies in makeshift armor.
You grinned. "There it is."
Junhui appeared at your side, sudden, silent. He’d left the ridge, moving with the front line now. No hesitation.
"Flank left" he said low. "I’ll draw the center."
You nodded. No argument.
He broke right, fast, drawing attention. Red team pivoted toward him. You swung left with half your squad, splashing through the creek, using the distraction to close the distance.
Junhui fought clean: parry, dodge, strike, never wasting motion. A Hephaestus kid swung a hammer; Junhui ducked, hit tendons behind the knee, dropped him without killing intent. Another charged; Junhui sidestepped, used momentum to throw him into the creek.
You reached the log first. The flag guard, a burly Hephaestus girl with a massive shield, met you head-on. You slammed shield against shield, sparks flying. She pushed; you held. Then shoved hard. She staggered. You spun the spear haft, cracked it across her wrist. The shield dropped. You lunged, spear tip tapping her chest plate. "Out."
She cursed, stepped aside. Your hand closed on blue silk. Victory horn blasted, three long notes.
Blue team erupted. You raised the flag high, cheering with your siblings. Across the field, Athena kids whooped, quietly, but real. Junhui jogged up, breathing hard, ichor and sweat streaking his face.
You tossed him the flag. He caught it one-handed. Didn’t smile, just looked at you like you’d solved the last equation he’d never quite cracked.
Then he stepped forward, hooked a finger in your breastplate strap, and pulled you in.
Right there, in the middle of the creek, surrounded by cheering demigods and settling dust, he kissed you. Slow. Deep. Unhurried.
One hand cupped the back of your neck; the other stayed fisted in your armor. You kissed back, fierce, possessive, fingers threading into his damp hair.
The noise around you swelled: cheers, wolf-whistles, a few theatrical groans from the traditionalists. Someone's laugh boomed over everything: "About damn time!"
You broke apart only when air became necessary. Junhui rested his forehead against yours. "Told you brains and brawn work better together."
You huffed a laugh. "Took you long enough to admit it, nerd."
He smiled, small, real, unguarded. "Worth the wait."
Later, after the gear was stripped, wounds patched, and the pavilion rang with post-game stories, you found him by the lake.
Moonlight silvered the water. He sat on the same salt-bleached log where you’d once sharpened your spear and tried to hate him. Now he looked up as you approached and the look in his eyes was softer than you’d ever seen.
You sat beside him. Shoulders brushing.
"Some game" you said.
"Some team."
Silence stretched, comfortable. You nudged him. "You know they’re already making bets on how long before we kill each other."
"Let them bet." His fingers found yours, lacing together. "We’ve got better odds."
You snorted. "Optimist."
"Realist."
You leaned your head on his shoulder. He rested his cheek against your hair. The lake lapped quietly. Somewhere distant, the campfire crackled and campers sang off-key. Normal camp sounds.
But nothing felt normal anymore. It felt better.
"Next summer" he murmured, "we run the whole thing together again."
You tilted your head. "You asking me to co-captain?"
"I’m telling you we’re co-captains." A pause. "Unless you’d rather keep calling me predictable."
You laughed, quiet, warm. "Nah. I like keeping you on your toes."
He turned, kissed your temple. "Good. Because I like watching you charge in and ruin every perfect plan I make."
"Admit it, you love the chaos."
"I love you" he said simply.
The words landed soft. Certain.
You swallowed. Turned to face him fully.
"Love you too, brainiac."
He smiled, slow, devastating. Then he pulled you in again, kissing you under the stars, lake at your feet, camp at your back.
it seems that your lover, junhui, got a bit too wasted at the event he was going to. as his partner, you have to drag him all the way back home.
features : jun x gn!reader secret relationship pretending to be jun's "friend" my dear (his) junnie (theirs) they/them is used for the reader sweet fluff bestie!minghao motorbike rider!reader
author's thoughts? : happy junnie day!!! this is a fic i needed. we need more gender neutral / enby readers in fanfiction please... i'm an enby individual too so i need this #need
you were just relaxing at home, being lazy until your phone suddenly rang. it was 8 pm and you didn't expect any calls, considering that one, your boyfriend was at an event and two, you're unemployed.
as the phone kept buzzing, you couldn't help but get curious. so, you stood up from your chair and answered the phone. "hello? who's this?" you spoke into the device.
"y/n! heyyy, it's me myungho! could you come over to the venue? jun is totally wasted after a few drinks and he has no way of getting back," minghao's voice was heard through the speaker. he, being your best friend, was the only one who knew about you and jun.
"...he seriously drank? and a lot too? fine, i'll be there in a second," you responded casually before hanging up the phone. you went over to your closet and took out a nice pair of clothing, more specifically a black and blue striped sweater and denim jeans.
you hopped on your motorbike and sped off at a speed that would throw people off, but not necessarily going over the speed limit. soon enough, you arrived at the host venue and took off your motorcycle helmet.
keeping your motorbike at a safe, parked area, you eased through security, making sure that the security knew you weren't harming anyone. "i'm just here to pick someone up!" you'd say every time a guard came closer to you.
the moment you entered the circle, you did get looks due to how you were dressed. you were obviously much less formal than everyone else, wearing casual attire. after looking around for a while, you spotted jun, bent over a chair and dazed.
you rushed over to jun's side, trying to see if he'll respond. "junnie, hey... it's me..." you nudged him, shaking his shoulder a bit. jun could only respond by looking back and leaning onto you.
"this boy... how'd i even get to be yours..." you playfully complained, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. you saw minghao in the distance and he waved, prompting him a thumbs up from you.
while you dragged jun away from the party, you garnered yourself quite a lot of eyes from the bystanders. some whispered, wondering who you were, others moved away to make room for you to take jun. "who's that?" "are they jun's partner?" "what are they doing here?"
as you got outside, you realized that it was already the dead of night, and somehow, jun was already sobering up? "my dear... are we going back home now?" he murmured into your shoulder, voice slightly hoarse.
"...yes junnie, we're going back home, now hold on tight. i'll be a bit quick this time..." you notified jun, who was holding your waist tightly. you revved up the motor engine and sped off into the dark.
Summary: As the saying goes, "History repeats itself". Eons after the Second Titan War, the world is left in a similar state of despair. Good prevails, but so does the imbalance and injustice. Now standing on opposite sides, the Gods and Demigods don't think that the damage done by The Aegean War can ever truly be repaired. When yet another prophecy pushes you to fight for your friends, you must decide for yourself: Are you worth fighting for too?
Pairing : Wen Junhui x Fem!Reader
AU : Percy Jackson and the Olympians AU
Word Count : 6,712 (part one)
Warnings : Panic attacks, survivor's guilt and post war depression. Percy Jackson AU aged up! Please every character is over 19 years old. Olympus gods being fucked up as usual. Reader is going through it. Sweetheart Junnie. Lots and lots of yearning. Fighting as a coping mechanism. Appearance of other svt members. ANGST in all caps. Some fluff maybe. Multiple moments of "just get together already" and "they've been through so much"
Author's Note : This fic has been written as part of the blockbusters collab hosted by the lovely izzy @jakedustry, rae @nerdycheol and luna @belovedgyu. Thank you for such an amazing opportunity guys<33
This was a really fun experience and I would like to thank all my cuties @mellowgyu, @choco-scoups, @chogiwaw, @cherrymayz, @livmarauder, @gentleisa, @luvrung, @hopecutie, @pomegranate-teardrop, @paradiseonthemoon, @onionhassayyo, @cxffecoupx for such a fun time! congratulations to all of you for completing your fics and im so excited for people to get to know you guys through your amazing works
That being said, this is not beta-read!! so forgive me if there are any mistakes, I was running on pure vibes lol
playlist for this fic is gemini <33
credits to @im4yeons for the pretty divider!
Under the moonlight —
Come, save me now
It was that time of the night when the sky was pitch black — save for the full moon and the stars shining so bright, a sight almost impossible in the city. Jun winced as he stepped over a leaf, making a crunching sound. The sound of the ocean could be heard faintly from where he was. He found this path accidentally, when he had wandered far into the forest away from the camp. It was late at night then, just like now — something he found solace in.
The path led to a rocky shore, violent waves crashing with the jagged edges. Jun slowly stepped in the sand, taking a deep breath of the salty air as the wind blew around him, pushing his hair back. His shoulders dropped as a slight smile made its way onto his face. He looked around, slowly trudging towards a stone to sit on. The tide was on the calmer side tonight — with lesser, calmer waves crashing on the rocks.
The moonlight reflected off the water, making the place seem almost ethereal. Leaning back, Jun closed his eyes, letting the sound of the ocean wash out whatever worries he had. He opened his eyes after a while and looked up at the sky above him. Full of stars and constellations that he grew up watching. He could see the constellation Draco, its dragon-like tail making it identifiable among the others. Constellation Lyra caught his eye next, marking its harp shape.
Going through the stars, he noted as many constellations as he could, recollecting the stories related to them. He smiled ruefully as he spotted Hercules. That was a story Jun thought about quite often these days. Immensely powerful yet exploited by the gods, being punished for something he didn't even have control over. Jun could think of a few people who came under that category.
A scene flashed quickly in his mind. Bodies everywhere. Explosions. The scent of smoke. Disappointed gods. Demigods kneeling on the floors of Olympus. He blinked it away, refocusing on the stars as he used the sound of the waves to ground him. He took a deep breath, sitting up straight and looking at the ocean.
It was dark and inviting — the unknown somehow calming him rather than scaring him away. He got down from the rock carefully, deciding to return to his cabin to finally sleep. If his calculations were correct, it was about an hour before the sunrise. Even though he hated mornings these days, he also knew that he would be most energised then due to his lineage.
Taking a step towards the path he came from, he stopped when he felt something hard under his shoes. It was a stone pierced through at one edge — a hag stone. Rare. Protective, if the stories were true. Jun observed it under the moonlight before pocketing it and resuming his journey towards the cabins.
Reaching cabin eleven, he quietly closed the door behind him, careful not to wake any of his siblings. Taking the stone out, he felt it once again before placing it by his bedside along with the other shells he had collected from the very same shore. He lowered himself on his bed, pulling the blanket up and slowly drifting off to sleep, hoping that tonight, he won't be plagued by nightmares.
The grass was soft as you walked on it, little bushes brushing past your knees as you passed them — covered with flowers of many different colours. The breeze was cool, especially for a summer month. Spotting a rivulet, you stepped closer and saw little fishes swimming in it. You bent down and touched the water, feeling the cold liquid coat your hand. The fishes circled around your wrist, lightly tapping it and then quickly backing away.
The wind whistled, swaying the trees along with it. You look around with a smile, glancing up at the late afternoon sky. There were very few clouds in sight. This seemed like a nice spot to take a nap. Dipping your feet in the water, you leaned back on your elbows, sighing contently. Your eyes closed shut as you drifted to sleep, the last sight being that of a cloud in the sky which seemed bigger than before.
You felt something wet drop on your skin as you woke up. In the time you had been asleep, the clouds grew bigger and darker, almost covering the entire sky now. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you felt something tug at your ankle. Glancing down, you see the water circling around your foot before you felt another pull. Then another. Trying to pull away, you watched with growing horror as the water reached up to your knees, continuing to pull you in.
Looking in front of you, you realised that what was once a rivulet was now growing in size by the second. And it was trying to drag you inside it. Glancing around helplessly, you realised the grass and the trees were gone. There was nothing left but sand. The water had now reached your thighs before you shouted for help. There was no sound other than that of the ocean. You were truly as alone as it looked like.
Your body was getting colder and colder as the water reached upto your chest. You began thrashing, trying to fight back as much as you could but to no avail. The water had reached upto your chin before you stopped moving, seemingly having accepted your fate. You closed your eyes as your ears got flooded and you were engulfed by the waves pulling you deep into the ocean. "You can never escape the sea," a voice echoed. And that was the last thing you heard before your world went dark.
You woke with a jolt, sitting up straight and taking in huge gulps of air. It was just a dream, you think trying to calm yourself down. The only sound to be heard was your heavy breathing and the sound of the clock.
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
You get down from your bed, feeling the cold wood beneath your feet ground you slightly. The air was cold, you observe with a shiver, as you go to close your window. You take in the scene in front of you. Large trees at the outskirts of the camp, beyond which it was sea.
Moonlight reflecting off the surface of the water, making it look alluring and inviting. Something inside you shifted at the sight, something primal, ancient almost, reminding you of how long you had gone without the sea. You shut the window tightly, going back to bed hoping you could sleep without any trouble.
You were plagued with dreams of the waves echoing around you.
The early morning sun grazed Jun's face as he looked over at the demigods sword-fighting. Just from the technique, very sharp and clean, it was evident that they were Ares' kids. He was seated on the stairs of the arena having come here almost an hour prior to watch the sunrise. Yawning as he rubbed his eyes, he glanced around and noticed that there were other demigods present as well.
He could spot Chris, clad in his fighting gear, leaning over to whisper something in Lexie's ear. Hearing footsteps, he glanced up to see Mike jogging down the stairs and waving at him. Jun smiled and watched him leave before turning towards the fight. It seemed like the previous match was done and they had found a new opponent to challenge.
Ready to zone out again, Jun froze when he caught a movement from the corner of his eyes. He turns sharply towards the source, hand already on his knife incase it was needed. Just a few leaves rustling. He relaxes, a bit sheepish now as he looked around to check if anyone else had noticed that.
He sees you on the opposite side of the arena, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to make sense of whatever you were reading. You seemed to have trouble, growing increasingly frustrated as the seconds passed. You had a higher degree of dyslexia when compared to an average demigod, something which you hated more than anything — Jun would know, as he was the one who read books out loud for you whenver you asked.
He observed you for a while. Your wavy hair seemed to catch the sunlight everytime you ran a hand through it, an age-old habit of yours. Jun sighed, turning his attention elsewhere. What was the point if you didn't even look at him these days?
He couldn't blame you though, everyone had changed after the war. Some more than the others. He just wishes you wouldn't go out of the way to avoid him everytime you caught sight of him. Honestly, it didn't even seem like the war was over. Everyone was always on edge, as if waiting for the next attack.
Hearing a ruckus, he snapped out of his thoughts as he looked towards for the source. Standing there at the centre was a guy, blonde haired, donning a full armour for the sword fight. Ahh, the infamous Soonyoung. Or maybe Hoshi, as he liked to be called. If Jun had seen you retreating inwards and away from everyone, he could say Hoshi did the same.
The only difference was, you seemed to be spending more time in your cabin and Hoshi seemed to spend more time in figting arenas and grounds. Any news Jun had heard of him recently was always followed by the fact that he had wonded someone with an unnecessarily nasty punch. Which seemed to be his exact intentions again as he lunged at his opponent with a wicked grin.
A loud slam echoed around the arena as the two moved their swords quickly with precise footwork. It was a surprise to see that the other demigod was keeping up with Hoshi for as long as he had. Hoshi was a beast when it came to fighting, his strength and strategies forged by relentless training and discipline.
The clanking of the swords continued for a while longer, both of them maneuvering smartly around each other and looking for any weak points to hit in the opponent. Seemingly having found one, Hoshi quickly manages to push his opponent on the ground and hover over him with his sword in hand above his neck. The demigod beneath him huffed, out of breath and frustrated as he surrendered begrudgingly. Hoshi nods his head, satisfied before he turns around and leaves the arena as quickly as he came in.
You shove your hands deeper into your pockets, shivering slightly as you make your way towards the Dining Pavilion. It was early December, with the first snow of the year having occured just a few days ago, painting the camp white. You follow the footsteps in the snow, left by the other demigods, already looking forward to the warmth of the Pavilion.
You sigh in relief, rubbing your hands when you finally get inside and feel the heat spread through your body. You glance around, setting your scarf down at your table which was as empty as ever. The Ares table was also surprisingly empty, but given that it was quite early in the evening, you figured they were just sparring for sometime before supper. Soonyoung did tell you that they had fixed training sessions and this was one of the slots.
Your eyes then instinctually go to the Apollo's table and you feel a slight pain in your chest — maybe grief — as you take in the number of demigods present. They were all talking, looking happier than ever, but you could see it in the way Connor's smile dropped whenever he turned to his left, only to realise that his twin brother was no longer there with him. Or in the way Mia thought nobody noticed how often she zoned out, almost seeming like she was fighting prophecies in her mind.
If only you had stopped them from fighting in the water
You drag your eyes away from them with a shaky sigh. Everytime you closed your eyes, you could see the day play out in your mind, moment by moment without any mercy. A war inside the ocean, a tsunami washing out everyone who dared to cross it. You let out a huff, trying to fight against the negative emotions taking over your body as you cross your arms.
Since you were earlier than the expected dinner time, you decide to take a seat as you watch the campfire suddenly getting lowly lit, probably Goddess Hestia's doing. You liked Hestia, Jun had told you that she helped him a lot on his quest before the war. She also seemed like one of the only Gods who did not actively look for ways to trouble the demigods, so that was a plus.
Your eyes go towards the Apollo table again as you see Chiron approaching it. He's probably discussing about the Capture the Flag event being held tomorrow. Your eyes involuntarily go to Jun, seeing him talk to Chiron. The first thing you notice about him is his smile, always the smile — gentle and shy.
Infact, you remember the first time you had met him back when you both were ten, you were constantly trying to get him to laugh at your jokes, and he always did, no matter how lame or stupid they were. The next thing you notice are the dark circles under his eyes.
Was he having problems with sleeping again?
He always stayed up whenever the prophecies got too loud. He was one of those, along with Mia, who had the power of seeing the future more vividly than the rest of their siblings. Hence he was also very sensitive to dreams and nightmares, often times choosing not to sleep to avoid them.
You got to know of that fact just a couple of years ago and had tried everything to get him to sleep well, hanging out in the infirmary when his cabin became suffocating for him at night. You had even tried singing to him, something you were terrible at and you still remember the fond look he had in his eyes as he tried not to laugh. That was the night when everything had felt immensely real, your sleepy mind and traitorous heart giving you hope that maybe, just maybe even he felt the same about you.
Well, that was over a year ago, just before the war and you doubt he even thinks about you now after you stopped talking to him and basically threw your friendship away. There was also the fact that most of his siblings died under your leadership in the war. You were sure he hated you, you wouldn't blame him if he did.
Just as you were about to look away from him, he catches your eyes and looks startled for a moment before his face settles into something deeper. The world seemed to still, the rush of the incoming campers almost reducing to a lull as your eyes focus on his completely.
He always had this effect on you and you hated how just one look from him was enough to melt you, especially now that you were sure he must hate you. His lips curl slightly at the edges as he seemed almost relieved, which you didn't know what for. You feel his gaze go all over your face, checking upon you, just like it did after the war ended and you had come back to the medical site.
You still remember the conversation that had gone down right after that, with you refusing to speak to anyone but him just to break the news of his siblings. His shocked face, almost ghostly white still haunts you to this day. You look away, your heart heavy as you repeat all the reasons in your head, for the umpteenth time, as to why you should stay away from him.
He deserves better people in his life than a murderer
All you've caused right from the beginning is pain to everyone around you
Why would he be any different?
You dig your fingers into your sleeves, staring hard at the fire as you wait for your breath to calm down. The fire seemed to grow bigger as more and more campers piled into the Pavilion. You will your legs to still as you unclench your palms and finally feel your breath return to normal.
You had struggled a lot with panic attacks at the start after the war, but now you were getting better at handling them without having to bother others. You had a technique of counting till ten and humming a lullaby right after, which calmed you down significantly these days. You decide to distract yourself by thinking about tomorrow's Capture the Flag and going over all the strategies you had learnt over the years.
You look up, startled from your thoughts as you see Soonyoung sit next to you on the table. You hadn't even seen him approach. Your eyes widen as you take in his state. He was sporting a huge bandaid on his chin and a cut near his eyebrow. "What happened to you?" you ask as you look for any other place where he might be hurt. You looked down at his hands in his lap as he clenched his fist. His knuckles were bruised as well.
"Oh these are nothing, just some fight that went messy," he replied casually, avoiding eye contact. You raise an eyebrow, "A sword fight went so messy that you bruised your knuckles?" you ask already sniffing out his lie. He hesitates before saying, "This wasn't a sword fight, I was engaged in physical combat and the mortals sure know how to throw a nasty punch."
"Gods Soonyoung, the mortals?! I thought you had just gotten into a brawl with one of your siblings. Why were you even messing around with the mortals?" you exclaim. "I was just curious as to how they fight and snuck into one of their events. Their techniques are different than ours and I sure have a lot to learn from them. Maybe I should go back soon and ask them to teach me their ways", he ponders.
"Hoshi, you cannot go to the mortal world. What if some monster comes after you? Do you really want to fight more, especially without anyone helping you?" you knew you had offended him when you saw the expression on his face. You wince slightly as he replies, "You know I can very well handle a few monsters on my own. Need I remind you who lead the war with you? As for the mortal world and the fighting, I know you're worried that I'm fighting too much these days but trust me, this is what Ares' kids do. We study wars and different combat techniques. I like learning them and I'm having fun".
Knowing there was no changing his mind, you let out a sigh as you say, "You're right, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to reprimand you, just be careful." He gives you a side-hug as he replies cheekily, "It's fine, I know you're worried but I've managed to win a fight with you, I'm sure I can handle anyone at this point".
That gets a smile out of you as you ask, "Who patched you up though? Is someone else handling the infirmary now because that does not look like Jun's work". He clears his throat, avoiding your eyes again as he replies, "Just some mortals, I didn't go to the infirmary." You frown at him, about to question him more when Chiron rises from his seat and announces the commencement of dinner, "Everyone will gather together and go cabin by cabin to the campfire to offer a portion of their food to the gods."
You miss the sigh of relief Soonyoung lets out as you both rise up from your table and fill your plates with food as you wait for your turn. "Now the cabin three, Poseidon's cabin, can go burn their food in the fire." Chiron says, eyeing Soonyoung as you both step closer to the campfire. You let out a chuckle as you see Soonyoung huff. While not against the rules, it was still unusual for campers to sit at the tables of different cabins during meals.
Throwing a portion of your food into the fire, you suppress your laughter as you see Soonyoung throwing only a carrot into the fire. "Geez Soonie, leave some for yourself too. The gods don't need that much food." you tease as he replies, "To hell with the Gods." You pause as you look up at the sky which immediately rumbles with thunder making you both snicker. Zeus was so predictable. You both take a seat at your table, digging into the food as you discuss about the Capture the Flag. Soonyoung starts explaining the strategy that he thought of as you interrupt him, "Wait I'm with the Ares cabin this time?"
"Yes, unless you want to team up with the Apollo's cabin as usual then feel free to switch. I'm sure Jun would love to have you on his team again." he says looking up from his plate, already knowing what your reply would be. "You're a menace. Fine, I'll play on your team. Also, we both know Jun doesn't like Capture the Flag so I doubt he'd want to participate let alone have me on his team." you reply as you glance at Jun before looking away, not wanting to make eye contact with him again. Soonyoung hums looking straight at you as he replies , "That's true but I'm sure he would be enthusiastic to play if it meant that you would stop avoiding him."
"I'm not avoiding him, it's just…complicated", you say looking down at your plate as you pick at the vegetables. "I know", you hear Soonyoung say gently before he, thankfully, changes the topic to the post-dinner campfire.
You both discuss how to sneak away into your respective cabins after just a few songs and Soonyoung's happy that you're a bit more cheerful than before. He saw how shaken up you were when he had just joined you at the table earlier in the night, you were probably going through another panic episode. He hated how you didn't ask for help and wanted to manage everything on your own.
Soonyoung knew you just needed some time before you started talking to Jun again and unlike what you believed he was sure Jun didn't hate you. Quite the opposite actually. Anyone with eyes could see that Jun was smitten with you even after months of silence from your end. Soonyoung just hoped the two of you would figure it out eventually, he missed his friends together even though he was third-wheeling most of the time.
Now, onto the capture the flag game, he couldn't wait to implement the game plan he had learnt from the mortals. He grins excitedly as he goes into the full details of his strategy with you, knowing that you needed a distraction and that you'll have a lot of fun.
You take a deep breath, fiddling with your helmet as you wait for the game to start. Looking over to your right, you spot Soonyoung giving instructions to few of your teammates. Your team consisted of the Ares-Poseidon-Hermes-Hephaestus cabins and Hoshi had gone all out this time with the strategy. The plan was that both of you would be trying to capture the flag of the opposite team while the others either guarded your flag or laid out obstacles for the other team.
You would be running directly towards the other team's flag while Soonyoung would take a sneakier path that he was sure most of the campers didn't know about. You double-checked that it wasn't very dangerous because you were sure if given the chance, he would go into the labyrinth as well.
Your path was much simpler, you just had to run through your side of the forest, cross the river and then cross any of the obstacles laid out by the other team. You had your bracelet in your pocket, one that was gifted by Jun ages ago, which would transform into a sword when clicked.
Each of the participating cabins had contributed atleast one magical item for today's game. Jake from Hephaestus cabin had this idea of forging hot metal which would increase the temperature within seconds once activated, disabling the opponents from the fight.
To nobody's surprise, Soonyoung had liked this idea very much and encouraged the team to use them whenever they were stuck in a fight. Strapping a few of these balls inside your belt, you looked up when Soonyoung approached you.
"Are you sure you're ready to swim across the river? I know you have been staying away from the water for a while", he says with a frown, looking worried. Well, you had thought of this multiple times after Soonyoung had explained his strategy. Though slightly apprehensive, you knew you had to face your fear and get over with it. You had avoided your water powers for almost a year now and it was starting to take a toll on you, being that far away from the water.
"I'm sure Soonie", you reply with a smile, assuring him. He nods at you as he moves to the others, ordering everyone to get to their positions quickly. You hear Chiron blow the horn, signalling the start of the game as you exchange your signature fist-bump with Soonyoung before running off into the forest.
The woods were pitch-black, and you stand still for a few seconds waiting for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. Since you had grown up training in the woods, the path to the river was almost muscle memory. This part of the forest had the least number of monsters so you knew you had to minimise the time spent in this patch.
You run quickly, leaves crunching beneath you as the wind pushes your hair back. You reach the river in record time, taking a deep breath in as you try to keep your nerves at bay. You feel the memories of the war threatening to take over your mind before you block them and jump into the water.
The moment you touched the surface of the river, it felt like a thousand needles had penetrated into your skin. You felt the water seep through your clothes as you allowed yourself to be dragged into the river. You breathed out calmly and felt the bubbles rise up towards the surface.
You hoped the water could still recognise you. Soon enough, you could feel a bubble form around you, breathing becoming a lot easier. Your clothes started drying as the bubble took you to the surface of the river. With little to no difficulty, you manage to swim to the shore, feeling energised by being in the water.
Being away from the ocean for so long had definitely taken a toll on you. Your immunity and stamina had reduced significantly, something Soonyoung had pointed out, worried if you would be able to do this for the game. It was the doubt he had that spurred you into action, making sure that you would be the one to capture the flag before him. That was how it was with Soonyoung. If there was anyone who could push you to your limits so that you improve, it would be him.
Getting out of the river, you quickly double-check for all your weapons before you start running towards the hill which you were sure had the flag of the opponent team. You come across a huge chunk of leaves, a poorly laid trap by the Apollo team. You step aside swiftly, continuing your journey. At the foot of the hill, you hear the rustling of a few branches which makes you pause.
You take out your bracelet, which immediately morphs into a sword, as you brace yourself for an attack. You see Connor jump down the tree and step in front of you, followed by many others from the opponent team. You tap your foot, a bit unsure if you could take on so many demigods in a fight. It had been quite a long time since you had been in a sword fight and the clock was ticking. Taking a deep breath, you reach for the heat bomb fastened to your belt before dropping it.
You see their faces morph into panic and then confusion as they all gather around the ball, bending down to look at it. Had they not learnt anything during training? You count till three before watching the smoke start to rise from the bomb.
You slip away with a slight smirk as they start shrieking at the rapidly rising temperature. Though lasting only for a couple of minutes, the heat bomb did have rapid affects. Everyone would have to vacate the area within a minute if they didn't want to be severely burnt by the heat. Jake really outdid himself this time.
Keeping the time in mind, you run as fast as you can up the hill only stopping once you're sure you got a safe distance away from the bomb. You wait for a minute to catch your breathe before starting to run up the hill once again. You really wanted to get to the flag before Soonyoung. Reaching the top, you slow down to a tip-toe, not wanting to alert the demigods guarding the flag.
Peeking your head out of the woods, you look around trying to locate the flag. This was a barren patch of the hill, with little to no grass growing on it. Slowly taking a step forward, you keep your sword ready just incase it was needed. Seeing the flag at the edge of the hill, you smile triumphantly before you notice the person beside it.
Oh.
Even though he had his back turned towards you, you could still recognise him anywhere. You take slow steps towards the flag, hoping they would not notice. You'd rather not fight with Jun today. You stop in your step as Mia looks up from her seat beside the flag and notices you. Well, there goes your plan of not fighting.
She whispers something to Jun and you stay rooted at your spot as he turns towards you. Something which you didn't want to decipher crosses through his eyes as he takes out his sword and steps towards you.
"Look, I don't want to fight. Can you just give me the flag? I'll get out of your hair after that. I just really need to beat Soonyoung", you say as you look into his eyes. You could feel yourself getting pulled into them before you shake your head slightly and look away. It was always those damned eyes. Jun suppresses a smile, deciding to tease you slightly as he replies, "Tell me why you've been avoiding me for so long first and maybe then I'll give you the flag. Otherwise you'll just have to win it from me."
Your breath stutters as you take in his words, your gaze jumping around all over his face. He had grown his hair slightly and a few strands were falling into his eyes. You clenched your hand, fighting the urge to brush them back. This was not the time to be having these thoughts about Jun. You smile, deciding to go along with his teasing as you reply, "Game on then, Mia you're the referee for this match."
Mia raised her eyebrows as she nodded. She didn't want to witness a match between the two of you. There were already enough moments like these throughout the year, but if this was what it might take to get you both to finally talk to each other, then she would be all for it. She couldn't stand Jun moping around for another day.
You both unclasp your swords and stand in front of each other. Though Jun preferred Archery more than sword fighting, he was pretty good at using a sword as well. He had grown up observing Soonyoung and you training, and he had picked up on a few tricks himself.
Stepping forward, he waits for you to deliver the first blow. He had no plans of playing the offensive today. Quite frankly, the only reason he suggested this match was so that he could spend some time with you where you didn't act as if he never existed.
You take a swipe at his side, watching him block your sword and pushing it away slightly, making you frown. Why wasn't he attacking you today? You go at him with even more force but watch him do the same thing again. "Why are you not putting your full effort today Jun?" you ask, your frown deepening. "What do you mean, this is my best", he replied, casually stepping away from one of your attacks.
You scrunch your eyebrows, before deciding to play a move which would force him to attack you. "Look, you really aren't doing your best! You could've easily defeated me right here. Why are you going easy on me?!" you exclaim after seeing him twist his wrist and disarm you for a second, before kicking your sword back towards you. He just smiles slightly, deepening your frown. Gods, he was so annoying.
Remembering that you still had a match to win, you come to the conclusion that his strategy might just be to distract you from bringing their flag to your team. Deciding to finish the fight, you fling your leg around his, his sword rattling somewhere away as you point yours to his neck.
You both huff, taking deep breaths of air as Jun starts to smile. "You're still as competitve as ever, glad to see that hasn't changed", he says, looking up at you, making you roll your eyes as you pull your sword away from him.
You stretch your neck as you pick up the flag, looking at Mia who simply raises her hands in surrender. You stop near Jun, who was still laying on the ground as you say, "And you've gone soft, Junnie." Looking at the smile he gives you, you can't help but break out into a grin of your own before schooling your expression. Stepping away from him, you nod at both of them before breaking into a run down the hill. You still had a match to win.
The way back to your team wasn't very difficult. You just had to set off the heat bomb once, though this time they were faster in running away than before. The swim across the river was also easier than before, which was something that made you feel more energised than ever.
Reaching your team site, you see Soonyoung tapping his foot on the ground with his arms crossed. He breaks out into a smile as you run towards him while removing your helmet and say, "You didn't even stand a chance Soonie, I got there before you."
He takes the flag out of your hands with a chuckle as he ruffles your hair. "You are correct about that, the climb up the cliff was way too difficult", he says with a groan as he stretches. "I told you it was reckless and difficult but when do you ever listen to me", you scold him as you cross your arms. He just laughs at you fondly before you ask, "Did the other team even manage to capture our flag?"
"No, our defense was really strong. They spent most of the game in a sword fight and at last they gave up", Soonyoung replied with a shrug as he leads you to the rest of the team. The team breaks out into cheers as they see the flag in Hoshi's hands. This was the first Capture the Flag you had participated in after the war and you were glad you had managed to win for the team.
You see the opponent team approach as you all gather towards the fountain waiting for Chiron to announce your team as the winner. You spot Jun, only to find him already looking at you with a smile. You frown at him in return. Weird, didn't he hate you? You hear Soonyoung stifle a chuckle making you look at him with the same frown still present on your face.
"What's so funny?" you ask him. "Nothing, just the fact the you're so oblivious it's actually hurting me", he replies with a shrug, still grinning. Was he talking about Jun? Just as you're about to question him further, you see Chiron emerge, everyone hushing each other to listen to the winning announcement.
Chiron clears his throat, pushing his glasses up as he says, "The winner of this week's Capture the Flag competition is Team 1 which was led by Soonyoung. They especially had very good defense strategy. Give them a round of applause." You grin as you clap with the rest of the demigods, happy about how the day had turned out.
Everyone started dispersing when Connor suddenly shouts, "Oh, what is that?". You turn to look at where he was pointing and see the Oracle of Delphi slowly approaching the crowd. Shriveled-looking with long black hair clung to her skull, she wore a headband and a tie-dyed green dress. Her beaded necklaces moved with each step she took.
You take a step back, trying to blend into the crowd hoping that she wouldn't approach you regarding the prophecy. Remembering that the Oracle's presence always affected Mia and Jun more, your turn to look at them. You see Jun clutching his head, before his gaze suddenly snapped to you.
His worried look only scared you more as you took another step back, watching the crowd split to make way for her. She, slow as ever, continues to walk towards where you were just moments ago and stops in front of Soonyoung. You huff out a breath, relieved, immediately feeling guilty later for such a reaction.
A green mist pours out of her mouth, surrounding each one of the demigods as her hissing starts echoing inside your head.
You shall go east, along with the daughter of sea
A journey, embark on it or destruction you shall see
Venturing into the ever-changing maze
You shall realize the fate in the haze
Face the undefeated once again
Conquer it and power you shall regain
The Oracle of Delphi collapses onto the rock beside Soonyoung, her eyes turning black, probably never to move again for many centuries to come. You make your way through the crowd, reaching Soonyoung and placing a hand on his shoulder. You feel the eyes of rest of the campers on the two of you as Chiron ushers all the cabin heads to the Big House.
Turning back, you look at Jun standing with his lips pursed and arms crossed. He meets your eyes almost immediately and you could see the waves of worry in them even from such a distance. The quest mentioned a Daughter of the Sea. Unless Poseidon had a secret daughter you never knew of, it was you that was supposed to go on this quest with Soonyoung.
You look back at Hoshi worriedly and he reaches up to squeeze your hand on his shoulder slightly before letting go as you both walk towards The Big House together. Looking back, you see all of the other cabin heads following you, Jun included, with his head down and fist clenched deep into his pocket.
You face the door again, the voices of Mr.D and Chiron already audible. This was the first quest assigned to a demigod after the war, nobody daring to seek the Oracle till now. Taking a deep breath, you raise your hand to knock on the door before hearing a faint "Come in". You look at Soonyoung as he opens the door for the both of you to step in.
Only for adults (18+). If any of this is offensive to you or if you're under 18, please don't view it!
All based on fictional events, none of this is real.
SUMMARY: Your boyfriend has been away on a business trip, you both miss each other a lot, when he finally returns you make up for lost time.
@leis-stuff I hope you enjoy your order and that you love this Jun as much as I do.💜☺️
Saying you were impatient would be an understatement. You couldn’t stop pacing around the house, so nervous that you swore you had left marks on the floor from walking the same path over and over again.
Today, finally, your boyfriend was coming home. After months of being away for work, late-night calls, and long conversations in which he excitedly told you about all the actors he had met and the projects he was working on. There were also the sad days, when he felt exhausted and confessed how much he missed you.
It had felt eternal, you wouldn’t lie. You missed having him beside you at night, the warmth of his arms around you. You missed the days when he cooked for you and you ended up laughing at some silly thing in the kitchen; the days when one of you had a horrible day at work and the other became a refuge. But today, finally, he was coming home.
When you heard the sound of the door code, your heart skipped a beat. You froze, unsure whether to run to the door or wait for him to come in. In the end, you did neither: your feet moved on their own.
The door slowly opened, and there he was. Tired, with slightly longer hair, his eyes shining when he saw you.
-Hi… -he murmured, with a tired but genuine smile.
You ran to him, not giving him time to say anything else. You hugged him tightly as he picked you up, burying your face in his neck, finally breathing in the scent you had missed so much. You felt his body relax instantly, as if the weight of the months melted away with this touch.
-You’re here -you whispered against his skin.
-I’m here -he replied, holding you even tighter.
You stayed like that for a while, no rush. There was no need for words; silence said it all. Every breath, every touch, was a way to catch up after so much time apart.
When you finally separated a little, Jun set you down, and you looked at him with a smile you couldn’t hold back. You caressed his cheek, your eyes full of love.
-You have dark circles -you murmured, with a mix of tenderness and reproach.
-And you’re still just as beautiful -he replied, in that low voice that always calmed you.
You both laughed softly, and he put his suitcase aside before drawing you close again. This time, the kiss was slow, with the calm of someone who has all the time in the world, someone who has waited too long to feel this again. It was warm, familiar, full of everything you couldn’t say in those months.
When you parted, he rested his forehead against yours.
-Smells like my perfume… did you use it?
-Maybe -you replied with a mischievous smile.
He let out a brief laugh, the kind you had missed so much.
-I missed you so much.
-I know —you whispered-. Me too.
The clock struck eight, and the smell of food in the kitchen reminded you that the world was still there, waiting. You took his hand and guided him to the table, while he looked around as if it were the first time.
-Did you make this? -he asked, looking at dinner.
-Yes, but I can’t promise it’s good.
-I’m sure it is -he said, smiling tired but content.
You sat across from each other, and for a moment neither said anything. You just looked at each other, as if wanting to make sure the other was really there. He picked up his cutlery, but before taking a bite, he looked at you with a crooked smile.
-What’s wrong? -you asked, amused.
-Nothing -he shook his head-. I’m just trying to process that I’m here, with you. That this isn’t a video call.
You let out a soft laugh, the one he had missed so much.
-Well, if it were a video call, you wouldn’t get to try my food.
-And that would be a tragedy -he joked, picking up a piece with his fork.
He took a bite, and his expression changed. He pretended to think very seriously.
-And…? -you raised an eyebrow.
-Mmm… let’s just say I love it enough to eat this every day.
-Hey! -you protested, laughing, tossing him a napkin.
He laughed, and the sound filled the room. It was as if time itself melted away among laughter and glances. The tension of the months slowly dissolved through everyday gestures: a hand brushing against yours, a lingering look, a smile that said “I missed you.”
After a while, when you had finished eating, you stayed at the table, not moving. The lights were soft, the atmosphere calm. He reached out and intertwined his fingers with yours.
-I don’t want to leave again -he said suddenly, in a low voice.
You looked at him in silence.
-I know -you whispered-. But you will. And I’ll wait for you, as always.
He nodded, still holding your hand.
-Sometimes I wonder how you do it.
-Because I know you always come back -you said, with a smile that mixed sadness and certainty.
He looked at you for a few seconds, then let out a soft laugh.
You both got up to wash the dishes together, like you always used to. But Jun didn’t wait long before hugging you tightly from behind, pressing his body against yours as if he wanted to merge with you after so many months apart. His warm breath caressed your neck, and a shiver ran down your spine.
-I missed you so much -he whispered, his breath brushing your skin, making your heart race.
-Me too… -you barely replied, leaning closer to him, feeling the months of distance disappear in an instant.
His hands began sliding softly along your waist, slowly moving upward, tracing every curve with care and restrained desire. You turned slightly toward him, resting your forehead against his, and his lips brushed yours in a short, gentle kiss, but loaded with all the need accumulated over weeks.
Every touch, every shared sigh, was a reminder that you were finally together again. His embrace grew more intense, and you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding on as if you’d never let him go.
Jun hugged you tighter, and this time it wasn’t just a gesture of affection: his body pressed urgently against yours, brushing every curve, making the heat between you rise. His breath caressed your neck, and you barely contained a soft sigh that escaped your lips.
-I missed you… more than I can say -he whispered, his deep voice vibrating against your skin.
His hands started moving along your back with more intent, going up and down, grazing every spot he knew would make you react. You arched your back slightly, leaning into him, letting his touch consume you completely.
When his lips found yours again, the kiss was no longer shy or brief: it was deep, slow, full of restrained desire, weeks of waiting and longing condensed into a single moment. His hands moved with gentle deliberation yet with a hunger that made you tremble, and you responded, clutching his neck, melting into him in total surrender.
His breathing grew heavier, your body pressed to his with need, and every touch, every caress, intensified the tension you’d both been holding back for months. There was no rush, but the urgency was palpable, electrifying, as if every second together was too short.
Jun lowered his face to your neck again, leaving a trail of kisses that made you sigh and lose yourself in him. His hands slid firmly along your waist, pulling you closer as you clung to him, caught in that mix of tenderness and desire only he could evoke.
Jun lowered his face to your neck, leaving kisses that made you shiver. His warm breath traveled along your skin, and you barely contained a sigh.
-I’ve missed you so much… -he murmured, his deep voice brushing your ear. He couldn’t help telling you how much he had missed you.
-Me too… too much -you replied, clinging to him, feeling his body pressed against yours.
His hands slid along your waist, slowly tracing every curve, and you arched your back slightly, inviting him closer.
-I swear I won’t let go -he said, lowering a lip to your shoulder, softly nibbling while his hands roamed your back.
-Nor do I… nor do I want you to -you whispered, your voice trembling, feeling how every brush of his fingers ignited your skin.
His lips rose to your ear:
-You know I’ve been thinking about this the whole time, right? About having you like this, now, here… -he whispered, his breath brushing your earlobe.
-I have too… I’ve imagined this -you replied, gasping softly, drawing closer to him.
Jun gently turned you toward him, resting his forehead against yours. His lips found yours again, this time with a mix of tenderness and urgency that made you lose your breath. Every kiss was slow, deep, full of need, and every caress of his hands stoked the fire burning between you.
-I can’t believe you’re here… -he murmured between kisses-. Being with you again feels too real.
-It is… -you whispered, capturing his lips in a kiss that released all you had held back-. And I won’t let you go.
Jun laughed softly, that mixture of desire and amusement only he could provoke:
-Then you’ll have to remind me every time I see you -he said, sliding closer, pressing you against him as his hands explored you with gentle insistence.
Your fingers tangled in his hair as your lips never left his. The tension between you grew, sweet, intense, provocative, and every whispered word, every brush of skin seemed to ignite the air around you.
Jun held you tightly, pressing his body to yours as if not an inch could exist between you. His lips traveled down your neck, leaving burning kisses as he murmured your name between them.
-You’re impossible… -he murmured
-Then do something about it -you whispered, resting your forehead against his and lightly biting your lower lip, teasing him.
He smiled, that look full of desire that made you tremble inside. His hands slowly slid down your back, pressing you against him, and you let out a soft gasp, clutching his neck.
-I’ve imagined you so much… -he said, bringing his lips to yours-. Every day without you has been torment.
-I’ve felt your absence too… too much -you replied, your words shaky as you sought him urgently.
Jun laughed low, full of desire, and slid his hands more firmly around your waist, pulling you closer. His lips captured yours in a deep, slow kiss, full of need. Every caress was a reminder of what you’d both been waiting for for months.
-I want you here, now -he whispered against your lips, his warm breath brushing your face-. I want to feel you, touch you… no distance between us ever again.
-Me too… -you murmured, feeling how every word and every touch stoked the heat running through your body-. I can’t wait any longer…
Jun slid his hands under your shirt, careful but firm, grazing your skin and making your breath quicken. You arched toward him, responding to every touch, cupping his face in your hands and seeking his lips again and again.
-You’re so… perfect -he whispered, with a short, ragged breath as he held you-.
-Tell me you’ve imagined this too… -he murmured, his lips brushing your ear, his voice husky with urgency.
-All the time -you whispered, pressing closer against him, feeling your body respond to every touch.
Jun helped you take off your shirt.
His hands slid down your waist, moving firmly to your hips, pressing you against his body. A shiver ran down your spine, and you arched slightly, inviting him closer.
-You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this… -he murmured, lowering his lips to your shoulder, softly nibbling while holding you tightly.
-Show me -you whispered, your voice barely audible, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer.
Jun let out a low laugh, full of desire, and turned you slightly, capturing your lips in a kiss.
-You’re irresistible -he whispered between kisses, his hands tracing your back and hips with precision, awakening every restrained sensation-. And I’m not waiting any longer.
-Nor am I… -you gasped, holding him urgently, feeling how every brush of his fingers and every caress raised the temperature between you.
Jun pulled away for a moment to take off his shirt, and you took that chance to remove your bra.
The moment he saw you, he closed the distance again.
He started by planting soft kisses over your chest while gently caressing your waist.
Your hands rested softly on his head, fingers tangling in his hair.
Jun brought his lips to your chest, kissing and licking slowly, while rolling your other nipple gently between his fingers.
-Jun… -you moaned, leaning your head back-.
Without lifting his lips from your chest, Jun moved his hands to your pants, unzipping them and giving your thigh a little tap so you could lift slightly, allowing him to pull your pants down.
You rested your hands on the counter so you could lift yourself up a little and make his job easier.
When your pants were off, he opened your legs so he could get back in between them, but not before gazing at the dampness in your panties.
He couldn't help but move his hand to your wet panties.
-I can see how much you've missed me baobei- he whispered, not taking his eyes off you.
You arched your back as he felt his fingers on you.
-So much.
It didn't take long for Jun to move your panties to the side and run his finger over your bare vagina.
You'd missed this: his touching you, his hands on you, feeling him.
He looked up as he inserted a finger inside you, so he could see your mouth open in pleasure and your eyes close. You were beautiful, and he'd missed seeing you like this.
He brought his other hand to your head to pull you closer and kiss you while he inserted another finger and fucked you with it.
He caught your moans and his mouth and felt himself getting more aroused.
He sped up the motion of his hand as he inserted his tongue into your mouth. You met him with yours, almost devouring each other in the kiss.
-More- you begged, moaning against the edge of his lips.
Jun inserted a third finger and felt you squeezing it.
-You're so tight baby.
He couldn't hold back any longer; he needed to feel you squeezing his cock too.
He withdrew his fingers from you, listening to you moan at the sudden emptiness you felt, but you couldn't help but smile when you saw him pull his pants down just enough to free himself.
You'd longed for this for so many nights.
It didn't take long for him to bring his penis to you and rub it against your wetness.
You both moaned at the touch.
-I promise I wanted to take my time with you, baby, but I can't wait any longer- he said before thrusting inside you.
You felt your lungs fill at the feel of him, forcing his way inside you.
Jun stayed still inside you, resting his forehead against your shoulder, waiting for you to adjust to his shape, the one you'd missed for so many months.
-You're already squeezing me so hard, baby, I don't know how long I can last- he said against your shoulder, laughing softly.
You understood him perfectly, as you almost came when he buried himself inside you.
He pulled away to bring his lips back to yours, while his hands rested on your hips and he began to thrust in and out of you.
-God baby… You don't know how much I wanted to feel you like this.
-Me too Jun- you replied between moans.
You felt your orgasm approaching and let him know.
Jun was going to cum too; you were so desperate for each other that it didn't take long for you to reach orgasm together.
As soon as he felt your orgasm, he released his entire load inside you.
After everything, you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms in the kitchen, breathing heavily, the warmth between you still palpable. Jun’s head rested against yours, his forehead gently pressed to yours, and his hands continued to circle you, softly stroking your back.
-I’ve missed you so much… -he whispered, his voice still hoarse from what you had just shared, his eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours.
You caressed his cheek softly, trying to memorize every line of his face, every detail you had missed so much.
-Me too… -you murmured, letting your voice tremble slightly.
Jun sighed, letting out a small moan of relief and tenderness at your touch, opening his eyes slightly to look at you directly.
-I love you more than I can express. More than I ever thought I could love anyone.
Your lips curved into a gentle smile, and your fingers tangled in his hair as you felt his words sink into your heart.
-I love you too… -you whispered, resting your forehead against his.
After a long while embraced in the kitchen, you finally decided to get up. Jun took your hand, and you both moved toward the sofa, still intertwined, as if letting go of each other were impossible.
-I can’t believe we’re here -he whispered, resting his head on your chest while you stroked his hair gently.
-Neither can I… -you murmured, feeling his breathing calm beside you-. But at last, it’s real.
Jun closed his eyes for a moment, sighing deeply, and then looked at you with that tired but happy smile you had missed so much.
-I love you so much… -he said, resting his forehead on your chest-. I don’t want this to ever end.
-Neither do I -you replied, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer-. Now we can rest peacefully, knowing we’re together.
You settled on the sofa, him resting his head on your chest, and you wrapped your legs and arms around him, listening to the beat of his heart as yours synchronized with his. The room was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of the lamp, and the entire world seemed to shrink down to this perfect moment between the two of you.
Jun sighed softly, snuggling even closer to you.
-I promise I’ll never leave you alone for that long again… -he whispered, as if wanting to etch those words into your memory.
-I know… and I’ll always wait for you -you replied, letting your fingers play in his hair as your eyes closed, finally relaxed-. Always with you.
