Genre: Smut, pirates!AU, because I wanted to write some and then you sent this in and I was like ‘okay, yes, perfect’ 😂 😂
Rating: (M) - language and explicit sex
Word Count: 1,723
Request: Oh mrs. Suho!!! Can I request "First I blame you, then I want you" / angst/smut (that just screams angst lol) / b.a.p Zelo? My soulmate no.1 needs attention after I've been crushing on my coworker lol Here you are Mrs. Choi ;) I hope you enjoy!
The ship rocks on the high seas. Not harshly enough to do damage, but violent enough that you’re forced to hold onto the wall to stay upright.
Through the wide back window of the Captain’s cabin you watch as lightning streaks the sky. It looks like the end of the world, and with what’s coming for you it feels like it.
A man opens the door and ducks inside, shaking water off his shoulders and hair. The buttons on his long black coat glimmer in the candlelight. He meets your gaze with passion and heat warring in his eyes.
You fist your free hand in the folds of your skirt. ‘Well?’
He shakes his head, pulling at his jacket. ‘The storm might delay them, but they will be upon us by tomorrow afternoon.’
Dismay lances through you and you reach for him reflexively. ‘So soon?’
With a sad smile he walks to you and pulls you into his arms. You sink against him, wrapping your arms around his waist and savoring the way he always smells of salt and the sea. In the weeks you’ve been on his ship he’s become your world and you swear to yourself that tonight won’t be the last night you get to spend with him.
‘I have to go back.’ The words are quiet, muffled against his shirt.
He presses a kiss to your head, rubbing down your back to trace your hips as though memorizing your outline. ‘I don’t want you to.’
You sigh, knuckles turning white as you grasp his shirt and think of all that waits for you back home. ‘I know. If there were any other way to keep you safe… But they’ll think I’m a hostage. If I don’t meet them, they’ll attack the ship. They’ll take what’s most precious to me.’
He pulls back to regard you, emotions running across his face like a wave. ‘I’ll get you back. However I can. This won’t be the last of us,’ he says intently, brushing your hair behind your ear.
Tears form at the corners of your eyes and you blink them away. ‘I’ll find you again my love, come hell or high water.’
His expression softens and he reaches out for one of the bottles of amber liquid on the side table. He uncorks it and takes a big drink. When he holds it out to you there’s a wildness in his eyes.
‘Once more. For old times’ sake?’
‘Yes, please.’ You brush the tears with the backs of your hands with a laugh. ‘Let’s not think of them tonight. Let’s pretend like we have all the time in the world.’
He nods, arm tightening at your waist. When he bends down to capture your lips you can taste the burn of alcohol on his tongue. Perfect. For if you have to return to Bristol and don the guise of a nobleman’s daughter once again you want to be drunk on him. You want to keep the taste and the smell and the feel of him locked away inside your memory until you can be with him again.
You pull back and grasp the bottom of the bottle, putting it to your lips and tilting, swallowing a mouthful. It burns all the way down your throat, stoking a fire in your gut that’s been raging since day your boat was overtaken by his crew.
He sets down the bottle with a thud and roughly lifts you into his arms, depositing you onto the side table with a groan. He finds the soft skin where your jaw meets your neck and tastes it with his tongue. He’s not gentle as he explores you; he never is. He takes all you have to give and more, exposing parts of your heart and soul that you hadn’t known existed.
With him all you want is more, you want to rip apart everything of the person you used to be and remake yourself as the person you’ve come to be on this ship and at his side.
‘From the first time I laid eyes on you, I wanted you,’ he breathes against you, kneading the flesh of your hips with firm hands. ‘I blamed you for days for ruining my concentration.’
You laugh and reach for his jacket, desperately pushing it off his shoulders. ‘And now?’
He shrugs out of the fabric and cups your face in his hands, pressing a hot, insistent kiss against your mouth. ‘Now all I do is want you.’
His hands slide under your dress and up your thighs, rough and strong, trailing heat and desire in their wake. You moan and press closer to him, desperate to have your fill of him tonight.
‘And what of me? Did you think it was my intent to fall in love with a pirate?’ you tease, unbuttoning his shirt.
‘A proper girl like you?’ he counters with a chuckle.
His hands stroke the tops of your stockings, heading upward. When his palms find your core he meets no resistance, only your center that already aches to have him inside you.
He pulls back with heat in his eyes. ‘Or maybe not so proper.’
You laugh and lean into his hand, capturing his lips with yours. ‘You’ve made me wild, like you.’
You tug his lower lip between your teeth and he groans deep in his chest. With one hand he gently strokes the sensitive flesh at the meeting of your thighs and you whine against him. Always he builds the fire inside you until you’re consumed with need. Only then will he take you the way you want him to.
‘Perhaps you’ve made me tame in response,’ he says with amusement.
The last button comes free and he helps you pull the shirt off, revealing his toned chest and abdomen. Arousal floods you as you remember all the times over the past month you’ve gotten to taste them. A red mark on his collar holds the fading outline of your teeth.
But tonight you’re far too impatient.
He reaches for his trousers and shoves them to his ankles, freeing his length and making you bite your lip in anticipation. He holds your gaze, running his nails down the inside of your thighs, possessiveness in his every breath.
If only you’d known that men could be like this - raw and passionate and deliciously rough - you would have taken to the seas years ago.
‘No. I think you’ve only become more untamed since you rescued me,’ you say with a laugh. The sound turns keening as he spreads your legs wider and sinks a finger into your drenched folds.
‘Are you ready for me then, love?’ he asks, leaning forward and licking along the seam of your lips.
‘Always.’
You kiss him as if it was your last night on earth, desperate and full of promises. As he works the digit against you heat blooms in your core. You can sense his need as strongly as your own, it radiates off him as strongly as the scent of the ocean. With sure and capable hands you take his length and begin stroking, feeling him buck into your palms.
‘Take me. Now,’ you command against his jaw.
He grunts in agreement and removes his hand from you. Before you can miss the delicious friction he pulls you forward by your thighs and positions himself at your entrance.
In one fluid motion he grasps your hips and sheaths himself inside you. He fills you so fully and completely you want to scream. After a moment he begins to move, rocking into you steady and deep. You reach for his hair, tangling in the damp strands and holding his face to yours.
‘I want you to come so many times for me tonight that you forget that anyone else ever touched you,’ he says, resting his forehead against yours.
‘There’s no one but you.’
As your release builds this is the only thing you know for certain; there is nothing in the world aside from the two of you. Nothing else that matters.
He holds you so close your every breath pushes your breasts against his hard chest, protecting you from seeing anything but him. You know soon he will rid you of this dress. Soon he will take your nipple into his mouth and tease them with his tongue. Soon you will be as naked as him and feel him everywhere.
Before the night is over he will have you on his bed on your back, your thighs spread around his hips. He will have you with your face in one of the many silk-covered pillows, gasping and pleading to come as he fucks you from behind.
He will have you over and over tonight, but for now he pulls you against him with rough motions until your eyes want to roll from sheer pleasure.
‘Come for me, darling,’ he commands with a grunt, speeding up his thrusts.
He watches you intently, breath coming in pants. You nod and cling to him as your orgasm rolls over you, consumes you like a squall in the deep ocean consumes anything in its path.
He doesn’t slow, drawing every inch of pleasure from you and riding out your release.
Finally you still, sucking in air as though you were drowning. Instead of sating you, this first orgasm only makes you desperate for more.
Thinking of the long nights ahead of you without him, you suddenly need him everywhere. You pull him down to capture his lips, kissing him with everything you have.
When you wake in his bed hours later the dawn is teasing the horizon, scattering reds and golds along the water. For long minutes you let yourself admire his sleeping form. The graceful curve of his lips, parted in slumber. The mess of his hair. The way you fit perfectly in the curve of his body, safe in his arms.
One day you’ll be together for good. You pray to the goddess of the ocean, hoping her will is as strong and untamable as yours has become. In silence you slip from his arms and dress. With a final lingering kiss to his forehead you turn and stride through the door.
If this fate is to be yours you have a long way to go.
A chill went through you as you walked home one night. The wind blew and fallen leaves scattered across the pavement in front of you. The full harvest moon was out in all its glory, shining with enough light to let you see the path beneath your feet. You had decided to take the shortcut through the forest home and now you were regretting that choice. It wasn’t even much of a forest, you could get through it in 5 minutes, 10 tops.
In the distance a wolf howled and you froze. Wolves had been getting more brave recently; they came out of the forest and all the way to some people’s backyards. You paused at the entrance to the forest. You could still go back. The moonlight didn’t reach through the canopy so well here.
You shook your head. No, you were a capable adult and it was only a short walk. The wolves were probably out in the larger part of the forest to the west; nothing to concern yourself about. With that helping your resolve, you took a deep breath and entered the grove of trees. The flashlight on your phone helped illuminate your path and you were able to see relatively well. The wind blew through the trees and you shivered, pulling your coat around you tighter.
Suddenly the air was still. The abrupt change in air pressure startled you and you tripped, dropping your phone in the process. You were able to recover without falling all the way to the ground, but the same could not be said for the phone. A crack ran across the screen as well as across the camera lens and flashlight. The light was now dimmed to an almost-pointless brightness. You knelt down to pick it up with a sigh and turned the phone through your hands.
Rustling came abruptly from your left and you froze, your eyes wide. A low growl was heard and you knew you were done for. You looked out of the corner of your eyes and could see a huge paw right next to you. You felt it’s breath on your back. It’s whole presence loomed over you.
“It’s late. You shouldn’t be out this late, human.” You could hear a gentle but stern voice in your head and you jumped, falling back onto your butt. You looked up and shook slightly as the massive wolf looked down at you with electric blue eyes. A small gold hoop adorned his nose and glimmered in the light. You couldn’t see much else, but it was enough. This was no ordinary wolf.
“Um, I’m sorry. I’ll leave right away..” You scooted backwards, away from the giant form.
He tilted his head to the side. “You don’t have to be that scared of me, come on. I’m not gonna eat your or something.” Was that an amused look in his eyes? You were too scared to tell. However, as if to prove his point, the werewolf lay down, settling on his stomach and watching you, his head at your level now.
You took a few breaths to calm yourself as you looked him over. “You’re.. A werewolf, right? Or am I imagining this?”
He let out a little sneeze/ snicker before looking at you with definite amusement. “No, I’m a vampire. Of course I’m a werewolf! What else would I be?”
“A regular wolf?”
“Nah, no fun.”
“Oh. Okay then.” You began to stand up and he stood with you. “I’m gonna go. Sorry for coming in here and I’ll never do it again.”
“Don’t do that. That’s no fun, either.” He frowned and pawed at the ground a bit. “I’m the guardian for this part of the forest. My brothers are looking after the other areas. I’m all alone, there’s no one to play with meeee.” He whined and gave you the saddest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen and you laughed.
“Oh no, that’s horrible! What are you going to do about it? Why not play with the other animals?” You grinned, already anticipating his answer.
He gave you a flat, deadpan look. “No fun.”
You nodded and laughed. “I’ll think about it, okay?” You picked up your phone, not believing that you were actually talking to a real werewolf right now.
He huffed, but gave you a nod. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the other side. Just to make sure you’re safe.” He began to lead the way before you even knew what was happening. “Human, come on! Slow poke!”
“I’m coming, sorry.” You jogged to catch up with him. He really was massive. His shoulder was a little higher than your head. His paws crunched lightly through the dirt and you could hear the occasional swish of his tail. “How long have you been out here?” You felt like some kind of conversation would be less awkward than the silence right now.
“Hmm.. maybe 2 weeks? It’s hard to keep track of the days when I’m in this form all the time.”
“Whoa.. So that’s why the howls have been increasing? I can hear wolves almost every night from my bedroom.”
“Yes, my presence unfortunately riles up the local wolves. Occasionally the howls are mine, though. Sending signals to my brothers and whatnot.” He paused as the two of you came to the exit of your path.
You turned to look at him and were stunned into silence. His eyes practically sparkled in the moonlight. His two-toned fur was illuminated to show a yellowish color on top and darker underlayers. It shone and was ruffled slightly as the wind came through again.
He tilted his head to the side. “You okay?”
“Huh? Um, yeah. I’m.. I’ll be fine.” You looked away and tried to collect yourself. “I’ve gotta go. Thank you for not eating me.” You grinned playfully at him.
“There’s always next time.” His words made you lose your smile real quick. Then he let out his light snort of a laugh. “I’m teasing. I don’t eat people. But there will be a next time, right?”
You bit your lip lightly, not sure if that was a good idea. “We’ll see, Mr..?”
“You can just call me Junhong.” He bowed his head slightly.
“Thank you, Junhong.” You smiled and gave him your name as well.
“I like that name, but calling you ‘human’ is so much more fun. So I might do both.” He laughed again while you rolled your eyes and smiled.
“Good night, Junhong.”
“Good night, __.”
***
The next time, you came prepared with a little flashlight in your bag. You entered the forest a little apprehensively, aware that there was still some dangerous animals in the forest. You took out your flashlight and went in anyway.
You had only been there for a minute when there was the feeling of a large presence behind you. You whirled around and looked back, only to find the path empty. You shivered and turned around and kept walking. The bushes moved on your left and you froze. When you looked, there was nothing there. You were starting to get a bit nervous. There was something out there.
When you turned your attention back to the path in front of you, you gave a small squeak of surprise. The large werewolf was back, blocking your path.
“Hey! I've been waiting for you!” He bowed down, his wagging tail in the air as his head lowered and he moved into a playful stance.
“Junhong, you startled me.” You couldn't help but smile a little at him when he tilted his head to the side a bit.
“Sorry. I was just having fun. You're here to play with me, right?” He seemed to smile, his bright blue eyes watching you.
“Maybe…” You picked up a large branch as an idea came to you. You showed him the stick before throwing it away into the brush. Junhong sprang into action, going to fetch the stick for you. He pranced back, his head high with the branch in his mouth.
“I don't usually fetch.” He dropped the stick at your feet and nudged your hand with his giant nose. “But I'll do it for you.”
You grinned and picked it up again. “Let's play then.” You threw the branch and he dashed off to go get it.
You threw it countless times until your arms were too tired to throw it anymore. You sat down on the path to rest and Junhong came to join you. He lay down next to you and a thought occurred to you. You looked over at him, admiring his fur. “Hey, can I.. pet you?”
The giant snickered a little. “Go for it. Sounds like fun.”
Tentatively, you reached out. His shoulder was closest and as your hand made contact with him you smiled. “You're so soft!” You pet down from his shoulder, to his back and then his front legs. The texture was like fluffy silk, smooth and soft. You reached up behind his ear and sighed. It was even softer there.
Junhong let you pet him for a while, amused by your fascination with his fur. This was the first time a human had touched him while he was in this form and it wasn't unpleasant. He leaned into your hand, trying to get you to scratch harder. “Oh, that's a good spot, i like that spot.”
You laughed but obliged him, scratching the area around his ears. The two of you began to talk about yourselves and you found it easy to confide in him. He had been a werewolf for a while, but his pack had only recently come here. He wanted to keep the forest safe, so he patrolled around at night.
“What do you do during the day?”
“Sleep, mostly.”
“As a werewolf?”
He rolled his eyes at you playfully. “Sometimes. Usually I change back and go home.”
“Can I see your human form?”
“Unfortunately no. My brothers don't want humans to know we even exist. If they knew we were friends-”
“We're friends?? Awww” You leaned in and hugged him by wrapping one arm around his shoulders and the other around his neck. You buried your face in his fur to hide that you were actually ecstatic to be considered a friend so quickly.
He wiggled a little, not used to so much human contact. “Of course. You played with me. That's all I need. I'm a simple werewolf.”
You laughed and pulled back. “I think we're going to be great friends.”
***
The next time you were a little tipsy. After a party at your friend's house, you left to go find Junhong.
As you came to the forest entrance you tried to sober up; which you did, a little bit. You walked in, no longer worried about the rustling brush around you.
“Whoa, why do you smell like that?”
“Junhonggie!” You turned around to find him standing next to you. Everything about his body language showed confusion. “I came from my friend's house. I came to tell you a thing.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Oh?”
“I came to tell you a secret.” You moved in and hugged him, trying to whisper in his ear.
“Maybe you should hold onto that secret until you're sober.” He advised. When you shook your head, he rolled his eyes and bent down a bit so you could talk to his ears.
“The secret is.. Are you ready? The secret is..” You smiled. “I like you. I like like you. Like, a lot.”
Junhong snickered a little. “You're just saying that because of the alcohol.”
You shook your head. “No, I love talking to you, I love being with you. You make me feel safe.” You curled your fingers into his fur, hugging him tighter. Then you leaned up even further and kissed his cheek, his whiskers tickling you slightly.
“Human.. I'm a werewolf. You're supposed to fear me, not love me.” He let out a low warning rumble from his chest and you pulled away.
You stepped back completely and folded your arms over your chest. “I think I know danger when I see it.” He rolled his eyes. “Besides, you're not scary and I love you, so I can't fear you.” You smiled at him whole he shook his head. You were sure that your logic was solid.
“__, you're making dangerous choices.”
“I live on the edge.”
At this he snickered, giving up on dissuading you. “I guess I should just give in, huh?” He bent down, pressing his forehead to yours.
You laughed and nodded, bringing your hands up to hold the sides of his face. “Yep.” You were sobered up by now and you were becoming fully aware of what was happening.
He booped your nose with his. “I like you, too.” You smiled, your face heating up. “I think we can talk about this when you're completely coherent next time.”
“No fun.” You pouted and he let out a barking laugh.
He nudged you. “Come on, human. Time for bed.” You sighed but followed along. You looked over at him and reached out, placing your hand on his shoulder as you walked. He glanced at you with a shyly amused look.
At the edge of the forest you let go of him and stood back. “Thanks for walking with me. I'll see you tomorrow.” You hugged him and this time he bent his head down onto your shoulder to hug you back. The two of you stayed like that for several moments before you pulled away.
“Sleep well, __.” He booped his nose on yours again and you smiled.
“You, too.”
***
For the rest of the week, you would spend your nights in the forest. Junhong was usually waiting for you, tail wagging upon sighting you. He loved playing and talking to you and you felt the same way. It was easy, effortless.
On the night of the new moon, you really had to use your flashlight. The stars were out and bright, but the moon was nowhere to be found. As you entered the forest, a chill went through you and you froze. Something was different.
“Junhong?” You called out tentatively as you continued down the path. Bushes rustled on your right and you raised your voice a bit more. “Junhong? This isn't funny…”
You aimed your flashlight at the bushes and nearly dropped it. Two real wolves were there. Their eyes flashed in your light, teeth gleaming. You backed up only to freeze again as you heard a growl behind you. It wasn't the growl you had come to know. You were surrounded.
You turned and walked backwards, deeper into the forest. The wolves followed, getting uncomfortably close. One lunged forward and grabbed your leg, it's powerful jaws coming together just enough to make you lose your balance. You let out a scream as you fell flat on your back. The wolves followed, one landing on top of you. You tried to push it away, but you were quickly overpowered.
Then the weight was gone as the wolf was knocked off of you by a massive force. You gasped for air.
“Are you hurt?” His tone was angry.
“I'm fine.” You looked around, only really able to see a minimal amount of activity since your flashlight had fallen to the side. The wolves were still there, watching the werewolf apprehensively.
“Stay here.” Junhong left your side, lunging at the wolves with his jaws wide and ready to attack. He knocked them all back and the group tumbled through the brush.
You scrambled to your flashlight, grabbing it up quickly. You stood up, aiming the beam in the direction of yelps and snapping jaws. They were too far away for you to see, but you knew better than to go after them right now. Instead, you waited until it was silent once again.
“Junhong..?” You took a few steps forward.
“I'm.. I'm here.” You saw him slowly emerge from the darkness and your eyes went wide. There was a giant gash on his shoulder. “During the new moon, my energy levels are low… I'm sorry I took so long. Are you sure you're okay?” He looked at you with worry and pain.
“Forget about me, Junhong, your shoulder!” You went to him, looking at the wound more closely. With a groan, the werewolf collapsed to the ground.
“You have to leave. I can't stay in this form much longer.”
You glared at him, holding eye contact fiercely. “Like hell I'll leave. I don't care, I'm staying with you.”
The weakness took over and his eyes fluttered closed, his head dropping to the ground as he lost consciousness. After a moment his body shuddered and began to shrink. Fur and muscle disappeared, leaving a tall bare man face down on the ground. He groaned but otherwise made no movement.
“Junhong, we have to get you help. I need you to stand up..” You touched his back, feeling his warm skin for the first time. His shoulder was bleeding still and his breathing was ragged.
,
“No hospitals…” You could barely hear him, but his voice resonated with you.
“Alright, we'll go to my house. Come on.” You lifted his good arm and put it around your shoulders. It was an arduous process, but you were somehow able to get him up. You set off toward the path with him barely conscious beside you.
***
Thankfully, your house wasn't too far away from the forest. You made it home and got Junhong to the couch just in time for your strength to give out. You sat there for a minute, looking at the face of the person you had come to love. It was strong, yet childish at the same time. His two toned hair was a little longer than you imagined it would be. You reached out and touched it, finding it just as soft as the werewolf's fur. His little nose ring caught your eye and you smiled.
Then you snapped back to the present, realizing there was a naked man on your couch. You quickly grabbed a blanket and threw it over him, careful not to touch his shoulder.
You left him there for a moment to go get your first aid kit, some towels, and clean water. You took off your jacket, unsurprised to find claw marks and rips in the material. When you returned, his eyes were still closed and you sighed. “I hope you don't wake up and attack me.” You mumbled as you got to work. You cleaned up the wound as best you could, applied a healing cream, and bandaged it up as neatly as possible.
You sat back on your heels and admired him again as you let your adrenaline leave your body. Dizziness and exhaustion hit like a ton of bricks and it was all you could do to wrap a blanket around yourself before you fell forward. You were passed out before your head even landed on the edge of the couch cushion.
***
Junhong slowly opened his eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. He looked around, slowly becoming aware that someone was near him. He saw your hair and immediately felt safe. He remembered the events of last night and reached out with one hand to touch your head.
“Hey..” He called your name out softly, his voice thick with sleep.
You stirred and woke up rather quickly in your uncomfortable position. You looked up and into Junhong's eyes, getting lost in their depth. You reached out and touched his cheek, feeling the smooth skin beneath your fingertips. “You're awake.. Good morning.”
He grinned. “Good morning to you, too.” He reached up and grabbed your hand, holding it in his against his cheek. “Thank you for last night. You saved my butt.”
You could feel a blush heat up your face. “Of course, what else was I to do when you saved me so heroically? I can't just let the man I love die of blood loss.” You looked away, not intending to say such things out loud.
He smiled and leaned in. He closed his eyes and touched his nose to yours. “Still, thank you. I love you.” He closed the rest of the distance and pressed his lips to yours. You eyes fell closed as you kissed him back. His hand moved to your cheek, stroking it slowly. When he finally moved away, you felt rather breathless. You looked at him to see that he was still very close to your face. He nuzzled his nose against your cheek and you laughed. He was too cute.
“Do you want some food? Or clothes?” You asked, pulling back to look at him properly.
“I dunno, do you think I need clothes~?” He winked and you felt your face heat up again.
“You at least need some pants.” You mumbled, letting your gaze travel down is uncovered torso. He let out his little laugh and you pushed his chest lightly. “I'll be back. Stay.” You had to get up slowly since your body had been stuck in that position for so long. Your joints cracked and you sighed. You gave him a stern look before leaving to go find any bottoms that would fit him.
***
You came back with some basketball shorts and a couple cups of instant ramen. “I know you're probably hungrier, but at least start off with this.” You set the cups on the floor along with chopsticks before tossing him the shorts. “I'll let you get changed.” You left quickly before he could call you back.
“You can come back in.” Junhong called out a few minutes later. You walked in while eating your own ramen. He was standing up and the shorts fit well enough. He watched you approach with an odd look in his eyes. “I.. Can I hug you?” You blushed but nodded, walking into his open arms. His warm skin was soft and felt so real. His arms around you made you feel more safe than you had ever felt before. You trusted that he would save you from anything. It was the same for him; having someone hold him like this was a new experience, but now he didn't ever want it to end. “I've dreamt about this.” He said quietly in your ear.
You shivered slightly and pulled back to kiss his cheek. “Really?” He nodded, kissing your cheek in return.
“Since we met, it's been all I wanted. But I thought it would never happen; we're from two very different worlds.” He pulled back to look in your eyes.
You pecked him on the lips. “What you are is not that important to me. You could turn into a capybara and I wouldn't care. I love who you are.”
It is cold as you walk home alone. It had been a long day and now all you wanted was to go back home. It had been a long day of hard work and honestly, you thought nothing would make your day better. Especially when the weather was freezing.
You pull your coat closer to you to try and warm yourself but to no avail. You sigh into your scarf.
You then feel someone tap your shoulder. You turn around and see Junhong. He gives you a goofy smile and you manage to smile back at him.
“Wanna walk together?” he asks and you nod. He walks by your side and you feel a little better with him beside you.
You two manage to talk about small things like your days and what you did. He made you forget how bad of a day you actually had. The way he smiled at you made your heart skip a beat and you couldn’t help but steal glances at his hand wishing he was holding yours.
“I’m cold. Come closer”.
“Huh?”
He laughs and takes your hand as if he has been reading your mind.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
You look at him in surprise and he just smiles at you.
“I know it’s not the place or time to confess but I have been wondering for the longest time, if you would ever consider going on a date with me...”, he trails off as he uses his other hand to scratch the back of his neck.
I know I said I would stop writing such sad stories but I actually started writing this long ago (when JunHong had first hurt his arm) so I just had to finish it >.< Either way, I hope you enjoy!! -Sunni
✿ B.A.P’s Zelo x Female!Reader ✿ Angst/Sad ✿ 1.2k words ✿ Not requested✿ Written by Sunni
JunHong P.O.V
“If you don’t want to see me anymore, can’t you just say it?”
JunHong had meant to push you. But maybe not this far. He only wanted you to see things from his point of view. But the hurt in your voice made him feel like a coward. He was a coward. He couldn’t even answer you.
Your lips were full and your hair had begun to frizz in the humidity. You looked resigned. JunHong could tell that your patience had run out. There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm or playful sassiness in your voice like there almost always was. Yet here he was, still just staring at you. JunHong wondered to himself how it had come to this. He wondered where he had screwed everything up.
“Can you at least answer me?” you said, your voice stronger this time. JunHong made eye contact for just a second. You were tearing up. JunHong looked away, rubbed his hand over his face. This wasn’t good. What was he going to do if you actually started crying?
~flashback~
“Thanks, Y/N,” JunHong said, beaming up at you from his hospital bed. You smiled back down at him and rung your hand behind your neck.
“Just get better soon,” you replied. Then you turned to YongGuk and told him you were just going to use the bathroom.
YongGuk sighed as soon as you left. “What’s wrong, hyung?”
“JunHong, she’s been sitting outside all night. She hasn’t left. Not even to use the bathroom.”
JunHong’s brow furrowed. He picked up his phone and checked the text messages between the two of you. He’d told you he landed himself in the hospital for a stupid reason and explained. He thought nothing of it when you asked what hospital. You hadn’t said a word about visiting him.
“What do you mean, hyung? She never told me she was coming.”
YoungGuk walked over to the hospital bed and sat down in the chair just adjacent to JunHong’s bed. “She asked me what room..JunHong, you’ve been in the dark for too long. It’s time to stop dragging her heart along. She’s in love with you, JunHong.”
JunHong felt his fingertips go numb. There was no way. This was nothing more than a friendship. JunHong’s mind flashed back to all the times he caught you staring or when you would bake him something extra special when he was down. He was an idiot. Why hadn’t he realized this sooner? JunHong looked at YongGuk with pleading eyes. “Hyung, help.”
YongGuk patted JunHong’s good arm. “I can’t, JunHong, you have to take care of this yourself.” He began to get up and JunHong sighed. YongGuk turned one last time by the door. “Do you love her?”
JunHong shook his head.
~end of flashback~
JunHong’s voice cracked as he pleaded with you. “Please don’t cry, Y/N. I don’t want this to ruin us..” JunHong was about to continue when you raised your hand.
“There is no ‘us’, JunHong, and there never was. I understand that now,” your voice broke and heavy, wet tears began to stream down your face. You turned and began to walk away. “It’s okay, don’t worry about me,” you choked out between sobs. JunHong’s body moved before his brain could even process what exactly he was doing.
Your P.O.V
You never would have thought that this is how your heart would finally shatter. When you first began to fall for JunHong, you prepared yourself for every kind of heartbreak possible. It was now extremely evident that you certainly hadn’t covered every possibility. Who would have thought you would be the one turning away from JunHong?
What killed you the most was that you hadn’t gotten to look into his eyes one last time. You hadn’t gotten one last bit of JunHong to last you a lifetime.
JunHong’s strong hand was grabbing yours and turning you around. Then both of his hands gripped your shoulders. “You don’t understand, Y/N.”
“Well are you going to explain why you just said it’s too complicated to hang out with me? Why I’m suddenly just too distracting despite us being friends for years now?” You couldn’t tell if your cheeks were hot from the sudden anger overcoming you or from holding back your tears. JunHong’s eyes were somehow full of panic.
“I can’t, Y/N. I can’t be your friend because I couldn’t bare to hurt someone that I care for this much. You have no idea,” JunHong’s voice broke and his eyes began to glisten. You wiped at your own tears to see him more clearly. “You have no idea,” he repeated, “how much I value your friendship. But I can’t continue with the thought that you aren’t living your life to its fullest. You deserve a better life, Y/N.” A single tear fell from JunHong’s left eye.
You had never seen JunHong cry. At least not in real life and surely not because of you. The sight was so shocking, your hand trailed up to JunHong’s cheek. Another tear fell on your finger and you stared at him, baffled.
This went on for only seconds more before JunHong shook your shoulders. “Do you understand what I’m trying to say, Y/N?” You were hearing his words but all you could feel, for some insane reason, was numb. Nothing hurt because you somehow couldn’t feel anything at all.
You removed your hand from JunHong’s cheek. When your eyes met, neither of you looked away. “You’re crying, JunHong. Don’t cry,” you whispered.
JunHong’s brow furrowed. “W-what? That’s not..,”
“Don’t cry.”
JunHong removed your hand from his cheek and wiped his own tears away. He looked into your eyes, causing you to become more conscious of how much of a mess you must look like. But his eyes were soft and gentle. You were reminded of the fact that you could never stay angry with JunHong.
Perhaps you had been too obvious with your feelings and JunHong had finally become fed up with your infatuation. Maybe JunHong had found a girlfriend and she saw you as a threat. There was always the possibility of someone else telling JunHong about your feelings for him. Either way, your heart needed to accept the fact that this was never meant to be in the first place. This crazy lucky friendship you’d begun so long ago couldn’t have possibly continued for much longer.
Despite the pain in your heart, your judgement could not be clouded. Reason and reality never truly disappeared. You knew deep down that you would have to let go of JunHong. You just didn’t think it would be like this. “Y/N?”
“Hm?”
“It’s better this way. I need you to believe that. I won’t let myself hurt you.”
You placed your hand on top of JunHong’s which remained on your shoulder. You slid it off and squeezed his warm hand. “I know,” you whispered. You took one last look into those lovely, endless eyes of his. The eyes you’d fallen for so long ago.
The night was warm but you still felt cold as you turned away from JunHong without even a last goodbye. You could let go. You had to. But you couldn’t bear to say goodbye.
I recently went to B.A.P’s concert and I gave JunHong a wooden rose with a little note on it. He accepted it with a “Thank you so much,” and the brightest smile I have ever seen in my entire life. I will never be as in love with someone as I am with him. HIS CONTRACT IS NOW ENDED AND I AM SO SHOOK (extremely happy for him but extremely devastated that the love of my life in no longer with his members and that the future of B.A.P is not guaranteed) Please comfort my crazed mind.. -Sunni
Pairing: Zelo/Reader
Genre: Smut
AU: Sub!Zelo
Warnings: dirty talk, dom/sub themes, restraining, zelo is basically a power-bottom
Word Count: 672
Request: “OMGGGG SUB ZELO PLEASE ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”
Summary: Zelo decides to give up his control.
Junhong’s body trembled on the bed, a light sheen of sweat coating his body as he panted. Usually he would never let you have this kind of control over him, but you finally had the courage to sit him down and tell him your fantasy. At first, he had been apprehensive, a little unsure of what to expect through all of it.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You whispered, hovering over his face, not unlike the way he would do for you.
You watched a relaxed smile slip onto his face even though you knew he was uncomfortable with his cock leaking against his stomach. He wanted you to touch him so bad, to make him cum all over himself. His cheeks flushed a beautiful pink color at the thoughts that swamped his head.
“Yeah, baby, I’m okay with this-fuck-just please hurry up,” He whined, jerking his hips up into the air, desperate for friction on his cock and growing impatient with your constant teasing.
“Call me Mistress,” You whispered, ghosting your fingers along his member, which twitched beneath the feather-light touch.
Your cheeks felt warm at your own words, unsure if your boyfriend would be willing to take this that far. However, he didn’t disappoint when he whispered the title in such a way that sent heat soaring through your body. You felt powerful, taking control from him like this, it was exhilarating.
Finally, unable to take all the teasing anymore, you stood from the bed, ignoring Junhong’s needy whines as he thought you were leaving him like this; tied to the bed with his cock impossibly hard. Instead, you discarded the only articles of clothing you wore; a matching set of powder blue bra and panties.
You crawled onto the bed again, this time straddling him. Looking down at your beautiful boyfriend, you felt your mouth water. He looked even more fucked out that he did a few moments ago, a deep blush settling across his face and down his chest. His tattoo beautifully on display, the way he trembled when your fingertips ghosted over the ink. His cock was flushed deep red, the head almost purple and a small puddle of precum had drooled out of his cock.
You couldn’t believe how wet this had gotten you, you were positively leaking all over him. He didn’t seem to mind as he attempted to grind into your heat, which he failed to since you were just out of his reach.
“Fuck, ____,” He growls, tone laced with warning. “If you don’t get on with it I will never let you dom me again!”
Pouting at him taking away all your fun, you wrap your hand around his cock, positioning yourself at his tip before slowly sliding down. The stretch, as always, was deliciously satisfying as his size filled you up in no way any other man possibly could. Usually, you’d feel his hands around your hips to guide your pace but seeing as he currently had silk black ties binding his wrists, it was up to you. But being restrained didn’t stop the dirty words he usually spewed from coming out of his mouth.
“So fucking tight, baby,” He growled, grinding his hips up to make his cock brush you g-spot, making you cry out. “Your juicy little cunt is making such a mess for me, Mistress,” He purrs.
Unable to take it, you begin to increase your pace, bouncing on his cock desperately. He lets out moans, always the vocal one, praising you and telling you what to do. Despite it being you supposed to be in control, you know that he’s always the one who’s really in charge. As much as you so eagerly want to dominate him, he’s never going to be able to give up like that, and you’ll never be able to have him beneath you with no power but his words.
“Fuck, shut up!” You cried, stopping all movement, making him whine helplessly. “I’m in charge here, Junhong!”
Junhong chuckled softly, “Whatever you say…Mistress.”
Request: Could you do #'s 16 and 12 with Zelo from B.A.P? Thank you! 💕
12) Soulmate AU: when you sleep you see the world through you bias’s eyes
16) A party with your bias group ends with a game of seven minutes in heaven
Member: B.A.P’s Zelo x Y/N
Type: fluff
You rotated your fingers over the top of your temples and sighed, leaning your forehead against the wall. It felt as if someone had driven a nail directly into the middle of your hair line, and were really terrible at navigating the claw of the hammer to pull it out.
“What a wild partier,” your best friend, Han chuckled, leaning along the wall beside you.
“Bludgeon me, please,” you grumbled, not even bothering to open your eyes. “It has to be better than this circle of Hell I’ve landed in.”
“Strong words,” he chuckled. “Now I know you’re generally a recluse, but could there be a legitimate issue plaguing you this evening?”
“I don’t care for the sarcasm,” you groaned. “I have a migraine.”
“You’ve been nursing one for like three days,” he sighed. “It still isn’t gone?”
“No, I just prefer to keep my forehead glued to walls at parties,” you spat. “Don’t ask useless questions.”
“I’m going to say the attitude is coming from the headache,” Han hummed. “And oversee the tone.”
“I don’t give a shi-” you began, but were cut off by a hot, searing pain across your eyebrow.
“I’m not going to say that was the universe intervening, but it’s awfully good timing,” your friend chuckled, placing a light hand on your shoulder. “I’ll tell you what. Instead of just leaving like I knew you were about to ask if you could do, why don’t you try laying in my bed for a bit? It might help to close your eyes somewhere more quiet.”
“Gee, I hadn’t thought of that, thanks,” you hissed.
“If you don’t want to accept my olive branch,” he began. You heard him push his body from the wall and begin to walk away.
“Okay, lead me to the inner dwellings,” you mumbled.
You felt Han’s hand find your wrist as he tugged you along, your eyes still shut tight from the light.
“I just want to mention how bad this looks,” he whispered. “Dragging a girl to my bedroom who refuses to navigate herself...at a party.”
“Don’t worry,” you muttered. “No one would believe that you could land a hot piece of ass like this anyway.”
“On second thought, you can leave the party now,” he spat, pushing you lightly forward and into his bedroom. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll tell all promiscuous couples to steer clear of my bed.”
“You’re a saint,” you hummed, stumbling forward and collapsing onto the mattress. You slithered across the sheets, letting your face plop into a cool pillow, and sighed. It had been a rough few months.
Well...a rough few years, really.
You thought of the past week and how little sleep you were getting...or how little sleep you were allowing yourself. You knew it was the direct source of why you were having these migraines, but couldn’t stop yourself. The world you had pushed away for so long was stepping eerily closer to you every time you closed your eyes, and you couldn’t handle the pressure. There was no running from what was spawning in your own head.
It had all started when you were seventeen (a late bloomer according to your mother). You had heard whispers of the idea of soulmates and how in modern society, your psyches had adapted to find your chosen person more easily. Your person hadn’t shown up until you were thoroughly convinced that your person didn’t exist.
Your friends had begun having the visions around the eighth grade. Han, in particular, had been seeing the world from his soulmate’s eyes, every night when he slept, since he was twelve.
And he still didn’t have the gumption to actually meet her. But that was a separate thought for another day.
Every night, when tucking yourself in, you closed your eyes expectantly. That night would be the night you saw him or her, no longer having to worry if you were destined to be alone forever. But night after night, you continued your thorough and undisturbed sleep, still noting the blackness behind your lids instead of the world of vivid colors your friends had promised.
You were in high school when it finally happened. You had all but given up on the situation at that point, chalking yourself up as a defect in the system of evolution. You slid into your bed, pulling your comforter around your ears and sticking your face into your pillow. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep that night, but it sure did take you some time to wake up. As soon as you had lost consciousness, your sight was transferred to someone else. You saw images of subway systems and street signs, the language completely foreign to you. You gazed at long legs in the mirror and disheveled hair days, never quite able to focus on the face that belonged to the person you were staring out from. You were there the day he got his first tattoo and when he got his nose pierced. You slowly learned he was a he, a Korean he at that, and you began picking up the language, able to study it for hours a day in your dreams.
In all of the years since then, neither of you had attempted to make contact. You both quietly lived your lives, not leaving behind secret messages or chatroom I.D’s. You hadn’t really came across a trace of each other in all of the days spent, but knew the rudimentary information. Names, hometowns, favorite foods, and professions. You were completely enticed by the idea of your soul mate being a musician, and felt rather lackluster as you continued your studies. He was living a real dream when he was awake. Who were you to lead him away from that?
Up until a month ago, things continued this way. That was until you saw your soul mate purchase an airplane ticket. One headed straight for you.
You were unsure if he had intentions of meeting, or completely different plans, but the simple thought of it made your heart skip a beat. In the time since then, you had caught an hour of sleep here and there, never enough to truly know what he was up to.
But it was all beginning to catch up.
You yawned loudly as you snuggled into Han’s blankets, much more comfortable than you would like to admit. You felt your lids begin to grow heavy as you struggled against the feeling, knowing you would be plunged into a reality you weren’t a part of...at least not yet.
In mere moments, it was as if you had awoken in a different body, staring out at life around you. You instantly grew confused as you gazed out of these familiar eyes, looking around at the exact party you had just stepped away from.
You felt yourself questioning everything as you watched your soul mate take in the party, staring happily at the faces of his group members and over to Han’s face, smiling as he mixed drinks at the counter. Your soul mate took a long swig from a glass bottle and immediately winced. He didn’t have much of a taste for beer in your country.
You sprung awake, not able to handle the strange situation any longer. You looked over to the angrily illuminated numerals on Han’s alarm clock, noting you had only been asleep for about half an hour, but it was already too much.
Your eyes adjusted to the darkened room again as you stumbled out of bed, feeling your way to the door. Upon finding the knob, you tugged it open, groaning as you were once again basked in bright light. Your headache had eased from earlier, but still lingered at the base of your skull.
“Y/N!” Han gasped. “Just the person I wanted to see!”
“I’d love to stay and chat,” you hummed, standing on your tiptoes to look around him. “But I have to find-”
“You have to find no one,” he nodded with a drunken smile. “As you slept, we came to notice there was an inordinate discrepancy between males and females at this party. Some Korean guys showed up from another party down the hall and we were explaining seven minutes in heaven to them and they wanted to get their...what did you call him?”
“Maknae!” a deep voice called out, winking at you. You made eye contact with the familiar face of Yongguk, the leader of the group of musicians your soul mate belonged to.
Your heart began to race as you looked around at the group of men around him. You had always heard when you set eyes on your soul mate, you would know. You couldn’t be told how, but your heart and your mind would immediately become in tune and things would make sense. You felt your breathing begin to quicken as your eyes jumped frantically across the room. There was Youngjae...and Himchan...Daehyun and Jongup...but where...?
“He’s already waiting for you in the closet,” Han nodded. “You’ve been nominated as his first American girl.”
“Han, I-” you began to protest, uncertain of how to approach the situation.
“Look,” he slurred. “I know you have a soulmate and everything, and when he sees this, he’s probably gunna be a little bit of pissed. Just tell him to blame me, kay? Then tell him to come to the damn country because you’ve been waiting long enough, amiright?”
“Han, I really-” you continued, but to no avail, you were already being shoved into the closet.
“Aish,” a gravely voice rumbled. You flopped forward, your hands falling on the chest of a very tall and very warm body. He continued in quiet Korean. “Y/N is going to kill me...”
You looked up slowly, your eyes wide as you remained in place. You couldn’t peel your hands from his his shirt as your sight had to once again adjust to the darkness. It didn’t take long as the man’s skin seemed to glow in the shadows, sparkling with an effect you had never seen before.
His brows lifted as he looked down at you as well, experiencing something similar to what was happening in your mind. “Y/N,” he hummed. “It’s me...Junhong? Zelo?”
“You’re here,” you tried in your best attempt at Korean. He immediately grinned, his hands hovering over your your body, uncertain of what he should do with them.
“Took me long enough, right?” he chuckled. “Is this what seven minutes of heaven means? You go into a closet and come out in heaven because you’ve finally met your soulmate?”
You felt your face grow hot as he focused on you intently, not so much waiting for an answer, but analyzing the face he had gone so long without being able to see. He looked at you curiously, with the focus of a child who had just found his favorite new toy. You grinned as you returned the attention, noting his square jaw, small nose, and completely...kissable...lips.
“Normally,” you continued slowly. “Seven minutes in heaven means you kiss someone...in a closet...for seven minutes.”
“Oh,” he gasped, clasping his hands behind his back. If the closet were lit, you were certain you would see a blush begin to creep across his cheeks. “I mean...uh...I guess we could do that? But like...only if you wanted to.”
“We have been waiting...years,” you chuckled with a small nod. He was incredible to look at. Your eyes just couldn’t get enough. You didn’t know if you’d be able to kiss him if it meant having to close them.
“Okay,” he said softly, placing his large hands gently on your waist for the first time. Electricity seemed to pump from his body and into yours, and vice versa, the longer the two of you touched. His movements were nervous, filled with all of the anxiety that had led to this moment.
You stood on your tip toes as he leaned down, your faces centimeters from meeting one another.
You couldn’t help but smile to yourself just before your lips collided.
A/N: Super short fluffy imagine because my cutie bias wrecker deserves it.
Pairing: Choi Junhong x Female Reader
Warnings: None, just pure fluff!
Word Count: 441
"You're wasting your time," you said as you watched Junhong as he attempted to perfect the dance move for the millionth time. "You're not going to get it tonight, and you're overworking yourself."
He glanced up at you, a frown plastered on his face. "No, I can do this."
"Junhong no. You can work on it tomorrow. It's late, you're tired, I'm tired, please let's just go home."
"I have to get this." He tried the move once more but landed it wrong. He yelped in pain as he fell, landing flat on his back.
"Junhong!" You rushed over to him. "Are you okay?" You knelt beside him and he blinked up at you.
"My butt hurts," he groaned. You laughed and stood back up.
"So yes, you're fine." You held out your hand to pull him up. He grabbed yours and instead pulled you on top of him, a small squeak escaped your mouth.
"My baby is so cute," he muttered, nuzzling into your neck.
"Junhong," you laughed, "let me up."
"Nope!" You rolled your eyes at his antics but laid your head against his chest, sighing contently.
You and Junhong had barely gotten to spend any time together for the last few weeks, work for the both of you getting in the way. You'd wake up and he'd already be gone, you'd come home and he'd already be asleep. But he always made sure to at least slightly wake up when you climbed into bed next to him at night. He'd roll over and wrap his arms around you, helping you relax and sleep. But in the morning he was always gone.
Junhong held you by your waist, not saying anything, just enjoying your presence. You didn’t protest. You breathed in his scent and watched him as he closed his eyes. His hand rubbed light circles on your back, relaxing you and causing you to yawn. You closed your eyes and snuggled close to him. Before you knew it, you were both asleep on the practice room floor.
"Junhong has been working hard on the choreography, so I'm expecting it to be-"
Himchan cut his conversation with Daehyun off as he opened the door to the practice room and saw you two asleep.
"Awe they're so cute!" Daehyun said. Himchan smirked and pulled out his phone and walked over to the two of you. He began taking a bunch of pictures of you two. "Hyung, why?"
"Blackmail. Plus the fans would love to see this." Daehyun nodded in agreement.
"Should we wake them up?"
"Nah," Himchan said, turning the light off and shutting the door again. "Let them sleep."
@cherryblossomshadow asked: I see your huge to-do list and I almost feel bad to add to it, since I already have one on hold, but....reading the BAP in the rain reaction...I would really love to see a Zelo expansion on that thanks so much
An: No worries honey. ^^ I write what I get ideas for and after the draining scenarios I’ve been writing a little fluff is perfect. <3
This is an expansion of a reaction I wrote here.
Yongguk’s Version Daehyun’s Version
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Despite the rain Mochi took his time finding the perfect spot to pee. Three minutes ago he was an adorable ball of fluff and now he looked like a drowned rat. It gave you an idea.
Nudging your boyfriend with your elbow you said, “Let’s go play.”
Currently both of you were relatively dry standing under an overhang of the roof. Junhong turned from watching Mochi. His eyes lit up but quickly dimmed. “I don’t know,” he hedged. “I’m wearing new pants.”
“Seriously? If it was Jongup asking you would, c’mon!” Moving behind him you started to push at his back. He wasn’t even resisting, just leaning back slightly to maintain his balance and make sure he wouldn’t budge.
Abruptly he shifted his weight and you pitched forward. Before you could do a face plant he caught you in his arms as you passed by. Wrapping you in a back hug he laughed at his little trick. He rocked you back and forth a few times, enough to waddle out under the rain.
Tilting your head back drops splattered against your skin. The shower was a welcome relief from the heat of summer. While you were distracted Zelo released you to swing around front. Taking your hand he began to lead you further into the yard. His triumphant expression was slightly hindered by the water streaming into his eyes but it didn’t stop his grin. He was quite pleased with himself.
You took turns chasing each other around with Mochi bouncing along as the referee. Finally winded and drenched you wanted to go inside and get warmed up. However you had a request first. Shyly you grabbed your boyfriend’s sleeve and asked, “Could you dance for me a little?”
“Here?”
“I think it’d be cool but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
Always looking for a chance to impress you he agreed. He stepped a few feet away and did his thing. It was interesting the way his clothes clung to him instead of swirling as he moved. And watching the water droplets flying from him as he finished with a spin took your breath away. He was beautiful. It made you wish you could take pictures but sometimes moments were meant to be remembered with the heart only.
Rising to your tip toes you applauded enthusiastically and he bowed to hide his blush. Pleased but embarrassed he picked up Mochi and held him close to his chest. You snickered without meaning to.
“What?” He blinked away more of the rain running into his eyes.
Junhong’s hair was just as plastered down as Mochi’s. Now there were two drowned rats. “Just thinking about that saying. Y’know people and their dogs resembling each other?”
Glancing down at Mochi he caught your meaning and scowled. “Not like you look any better.”
“I know, but you guys are way cuter.” If he’d been wearing a hat he would have pulled it down over his eyes. It didn’t take much to make your boyfriend melt, though you always meant every word.
“Let’s go get dried off.” Dog in one hand and his other arm draped across your shoulders he started shuffling everyone inside. After reaching the patio he set Mochi down and pulled you in for a hug, murmuring in your ear, “This was a good idea, thank you.”
Your hands spread against his back, feeling muscle and bone move beneath. “Anytime.”
