🇮🇩 - 18 - She/her. Tradisional artist (i'm still learning digital). DATE EVERYTHING MAKE ME MENTALLY ILL RAAHHHHH. (but i still have other fandoms). and i'm not embarassed to tell that i do some "Gacha reaction" :) check it out ig on my Yt: https://youtube.com/@mut3d.v?si=RkF2CswQHyh7_eQ5
The first time he saw you pout was when he denied you the last chocolate bar. You hadn't even been with the Cleaners for a week, and you were already begging him for that little piece of chocolate you so desperately wanted.
"No, forget it," he said curtly, looking you up and down. Then he noticed. The way your mouth slowly opened and closed again, your lower lip peeking out. Your brow furrowed slightly, and your cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink.
Zanka's breath caught in his throat, and he had to blink several times to regain his composure.
From then on, whenever something didn't go your way, that cute pout (in his own words) would appear, and he'd have to look away to avoid drooling over your pretty face.
You looked so adorable. He had to resist the urge to pinch your cheeks.
Now, every time you pouted in front of him, a silly smile would automatically appear on his face as your eyes met his, waiting for him to solve whatever problem had you in that predicament.
The first time you feel them you don't know what they are. Enjin’s on top of you, positioned between your thighs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. His room blurs into nothing, unimportant now that you finally get to feel him.
He pauses, looks down at you with that same hungry gaze and then he pushes inside your creamy cunt.
The first ring passes your entrance and you gasp. It's a ridge of metal, warm from his skin, dragging against your inner walls. Then another. Then another. A row of them, each one catching on your flesh as he sinks deeper, stretching you in a way that's foreign and sharp and achingly good.
“Fuck Enjin, wh-what’s that?” you cry out.
He lets out a low, shaky laugh, his forehead pressing to yours. "Jacob's ladder. Seven rings. Wanted to feel every inch of you from the inside."
He pulls out slowly and you feel each ring retreat in reverse order, tugging at your walls, leaving you clenching around nothing. Then he thrusts back in and this time he doesn't stop. He sets a rhythm, deep and rolling, and every stroke drags those metal beads against your most sensitive spots.
You cry out, back arching off the mattress, fingers scrabbling at his shoulders. It's too much and not enough, the sensation overwhelming, every nerve ending lighting up as the pierings press and slide and rub. He's watching your face, reading every twitch and moan, and he adjusts his angle until he finds the spot that makes you see stars.
"There," Enjin growls as he targets the spot, the rings grinding against your sweet spot with each thrust. "Right fuckin’ there."
Your legs lock around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, trying to pull him deeper. He lets you, surrendering to the grip of your body, but he keeps the pace measured, punishing. Each thrust is a press of metal against sensitive flesh, a reminder of every inch of him inside you.
He shifts, lifts one of your legs higher, hooks it over his shoulder. The new angle drives the piercings against your front wall, and you scream, a raw, broken sound that you don't bother to muffle. He grins, wild and feral, and pounds into you, the rings dragging and catching and releasing.
"Feel ‘em, doll?" he groans strained. "Feel every one?"
You can't answer. Eyes rolling back you can only nod, mouth open as another wave of sensation crashes through you. The orgasm builds like a pressure behind your pelvis, coiled tight, ready to snap. He feels your walls flutter around him, your breath catches, and he slams in one final time. He’s holding himself deep, grinding the rings against your soft spot as you come undone.
You shatter around him, convulsing, crying out his name, and he follows a moment later, spilling hot and heavy inside you. His own groan lost against your throat. His hips stutter, the piercings pressing into you with every pulse of his release and you feel every single one.
Slowly he lowers your leg from his shoulder, settles his weight beside you, but stays inside. You can feel the rings, cool now against your overheated flesh, marking you from the inside.
right in front of your face, it was only a matter of time!! ‹𝟹
based on this nonnie req! - enjoy !! 🤍
synopsis - when you join the cleaners, you reunite with your childhood best friend, enjin. except now that you’re both all grown up, you realize you like him more than you thought..it just takes him way too long to catch on.
pairing - childhood friend!enjin x fem!reader
contains - no smut this time, just fluff!! fem!reader, use of she/her pronouns referring to reader, use of y/n, enjin being kinda dumb n clueless, cutesy happy ending, barely proofread sorry not sorry
wc - 1.1k
once you step into cleaner HQ for your first official day of work, you recognize the cocky blonde instantly. the charismatic and stupidly funny boy you grew up with, Enjin. and you two just click all over again, it was perfect.
you bake for him just like you used to. in turn, he wakes you up in the dead of night for the sole purpose of having long conversations in the chilly night wind while he smokes and you listen. it feels normal, familiar. and, in a kinda cute way, domestic.
but the thing is..you’re falling hard. not like you mean to! but..the more time you spend with Enjin, the longer you look at his face, the better you understand his preferences, it’s all too much to ignore.
what makes it worse is work. yes, the whole friendship past was one thing. and even though frankly not one cleaner cared, you can’t help but feel just a little unprofessional for pining over your now co-worker.
on top of that? the man has no clue.
it’s not like he’s the smartest person in the world..but it feels helpless how you keep giving signals and he’s just oblivious. it feels like every opportunity is right at your fingertips and slips away just as you reach for it.
now, it’s just not possible to be around him all platonic-like and friendly. not when every brush of hands, every time he causally slings an arm around your shoulder, everything feels so intentional. sometimes it makes you wonder if he does know how you feel, and he’s doing this clueless act just for kicks. which is what lead you to right now.
you can hear your heartbeat in your ears, though it shouldn’t be this scary. you’re at the bar with Semiu, Gris, Bro, and Enjin, “relieving stress” at the end of a long week. but it’s just round after round of “put it on the cleaner’s tab!” and meaningless chatter. except alcohol doesn’t mix well with pushed down feelings, everyone knows that.
Bro’s on his second round , cooing over some photos of Dear he took doing the most mundane things and showing Gris. Semiu is only tipsy, and eyeing that blonde bartender with the low cut top and sultry eyes whose number she’ll ask for at the end of the night. Gris is the group’s designated driver, so he’s had about a can of beer and already called it quits.
but Enjin? inviting him in the first place felt like sealing all of your fates. friendly banter with a stranger has turned into a full on drinking competition, doing the stupidest challenges between shots. with, mind you, some civilian he’s never met before.
by the time you’re all loading into the jeep around 1 am, he’s just a mess - hair all tousled, cigarette half hanging from his lips, and unfortunately for you, so so attractive. you’re not blackout drunk yourself, but you’ve had enough to make your steps wobbly and your thoughts pretty fuzzy.
everything’s a bit of a blur, so everyone else’s whereabouts once you get back to HQ feel totally irrelevant. everyone except you and Enjin, of course. in fact, your room wasn’t even a destination that crossed your mind.
Enjin, the poor man, is practically falling asleep on his feet and clinging to you while you trek to his room, stumbling a bit yourself. it’s endearing, how you both lean on each other now just like before.
you help him shrug that big coat of his off, discard his boots. you throw a blanket over his limp frame, and hesitate. the original plan was to make sure he got to bed safely. but you hadn’t planned too far after that. so there’s no harm in staying, right?
you kick off your own shoes, take your top off (you never truly understood how he could sleep in such a hot room,) and curl up next to him.
he blinks, and lifts his head. confused? sure. but certainly not complaining. his head drops back to his pillow with a soft thud and he lifts one hand lazily to rest on your lower back.
“this is nice,”
you whisper against his shoulder.
“you’re finally quiet. i never get you this quiet, Jin..”
“hard to shut me up, what can i say, girl?”
he drawls, thumb rubbing your hip idly.
“well… ‘m glad i’m drunk. if i had you like this sober, i don’t think i could handle it.”
“what’s that s’posed to mean?”
“just..i’d probably freak out, y’know?”
“eh..no, princess, i don’t think i know.”
“like.. i dunno, just holding you like this. i never thought i’d get to do this. it’s like a dream,”
“y/n, do you..know what you’re really saying?”
“of course i do, Enjin. i know everything ‘m saying, and i mean it. would i say i loved you if i didn’t mean it??”
silence. that wasn’t supposed to happen. those three words were pretty off script. but it was out there now, no taking it back.
“you what?”
“fuck.”
“no- no no no, you what? run that back?”
“you’re so stupid, Jin..i love you, though. okay? i do, and i don’t like admitting that i have for like..way too long.”
“you love me..??”
“what?”
“oh shit..you actually like me? huh!”
“Enjin- what are you saying..?”
you’ve since pushed yourself up from laying on him, propped up on your forearm with your other arm resting across his chest. the cigarette is no longer in his mouth, now pinched between two fingers while he throws his head back and..laughs?
“that’s fuckin’ awesome!”
it’s confusing. you’re about to say something along the lines of “is my love a joke to you? is it funny?” and probably storm off crying. but before you can do anything of the sort, he adds on.
“fuck- ‘m sorry for not realizing earlier…that’s great! that’s..damn..! i think i love you too,”
you just blink, staring at him. the grown up version of the sassy blonde who would talk with you for hours in a thunderstorm and hold his umbrella over the both of you.
“you think you do or you do?”
he doesn’t respond with words. why would he, when his mouth can be used to do more than to talk with?
he sits up a little more, leaning forward to you. his lips press to yours, surprisingly soft for a smoker’s. it’s not slow, per se, but it’s surely tender. his lips move against yours with a quiet urgency, a simmering feeling of longing.
when he pulls away with a soft huff, he presses a slower kiss to the corner of your mouth, before confirming.
“i do. i definetly do.”
the rest of the night consists of Enjin just holding you loosely, quiet laughs, some playful bickering, and many kisses that range from little pecks to full blown making out until breath is nonexistent. but overall, the dumb and drunken confession was everything you hoped for, and then some.
A/N - this is a req for my beloved nonnie who goes by mr beast!! so sorry it took so long😭😭 but this was really fun to write and i loved the req!
he hears your unforgettable, cute laugh from a ten mile radius and this man is hot on your heels, turning concerningly hastily around a random corner just to see what or who, had made you laugh so sweetly like that. looks offended that it wasn't him that made you chuckle so adorably, then makes it his mission to do so from then on.
Prompt - You get hit with someone's jinki that turns you into a sentient plushie.
Feat. Zanka, Tamsy, Enjin. Bonus: Gris, Semiu
CW: Not much? Little bit of angst in Zanka's, but that's it.
A/N: I'm having fun writing these! Gris is lowkey growing on me icl.
🌂Enjin:
He laughs when he finds out. You were turned into a bunny plush! He puts you in his jacket pocket and it smells like cigarettes and cologne. You're dying from the smell. (you're not, unless you have asthma like me) He teases you relentlessly and when you try to fight him, it's like getting hit by a soft pillow. A gentle ‘pap’ every time you punch his shin. “Look at you! Such a cutie. Yes you are!” He talks to you like he would a pet and you don't take kindly to that, so you poke him in the eye with your stub. He yelps and gives you a pissed off look. (Don't do that, Enjin. You're still a human!) You shake your tail at him and try to flip him off, but you have no fingers. 🥀
🧵Tamsy:
Oh no! You were turned into a bird plushie! How tragic 💔. He definitely didn't sidestep out of the way when the person used their jinki. Now look at you… He guesses he has to be the one to take care of you now ❤️. You can't actually fly because you don't have any feathers and he finds that disappointing. “I'm a plushie, not the real thing!” You squawk out, flapping your fake wings at him. He just hums and turns the radio up to drown out your complaining. Def calls you dove.
💙Zanka:
Is mad at himself because you took that hit instead of him, now you're a dog plushie. 🥀 You have a hard time keeping up with the others, so he keeps you on his shoulder. Because he feels responsible for you turning, he'll bring you with him to train, seeing you in this state motivates him to train even harder. When he's sweating and panting heavily, you bring a bottle of water to him. Well, more like drag, because the bottle is about the same size as you. He feels bad that you're even helping him, so he goes faster. Stop him before he passes out please.
•°•°•°•°Bonus•°•°•°•
👓 Semiu:
You bid her farewell with a kiss this morning and came back with Enjin holding your snake-like, plush body!💔 She doesn't react too heavily, but she knows you're pretty bummed out about it, so she lets you sit on top of her desk. She'll occasionally pet your head and show you her mags, so nothing really has changed. She doesn't treat you any differently than if you were in your human form. ❤️ She loves you, snake body and all.
💪Gris:
Gris was always protective over his team and you, but now this goes on a whole new level. Your big, beady bear-like eyes stare back at him. Like with Zanka, you jumped in front of him when the jinki user went to attack and you turned into a teddy bear plushie 💔! He holds you like a baby and refuses to let you out of his sight. He's not convinced when you tell him you're alright because my dude, you're a fucking teddy bear, you're not okay🥀. Takes you to Eishia, because bless his heart, he didn't know what else to do.
i think asks open means requests? if it doesn't then my bad and ignore this lol 😭😭
i wanted to request august, follo (and whoever else you'd feel like adding!)'s reactions to their s/o just laying in their lap and falling asleep there? thank you!
ZZZ... !
falling asleep in the gachi guys' lap!
characters: August Stilza, Follo Tunito, Zanka Nijiku, Gris Rubion, Enjin, Tamsy Caines
warnings: no beta read we die like chads, there are six characters here. everyone is shorter for my sanity. im experimenting with different kinds of setups, esp to write multiple characters, so i'm just kinda spitting out formats this time :sob:
im gonna need sleep after this too bro
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the second you conk out, he's silent. for once.
he was just taking a short (forced) break from his work, when you came along and plopped your head onto his lap.
he was in the middle of a knitting project, which you had so unceremoniously interrupted.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He lifted the current section he was doing to accommodate you.
"Trying to fall asleep."
"REALLY?
you yawned and closed your eyes. almost instantly, you were OUT.
rose eyes watched over you carefully, mouth glued shut.
he'll whisper to you anyway, though. he really can't keep his mouth shut, so this will have to be an even compromise.
"...Whaddya got there?" Enjin asked when passing by.
"And then I threw it back at 'im! If he didn't like it, he shouldn't have bought my work!" He complained in a whisper-yell. He's not even acknowledging Enjin. It's as if only the two of you exist in the entire world.
it's one of the only times he'll actually be consistently quiet.
if you only take a short powernap, he'll urge you to go back to sleep.
if you take a longer nap, he might get antsy, but will try his best to relax for you.
when you wake up, he'll give you a peck on the forehead and grin.
follo is probably falling asleep WITH you.
when you lay your head on his lap, he slumps a tad. just seeing you cuddle up and get cozy makes him tired. it doesn't matter if he was previously amped up or if he had already slept. he will find time to spare.
"Taking a nap?"
"Mhm.."
but with no one to wake you up, you're both screwed more than half the time. you sleep far longer than you mean to and miss any previous plans.
follo always promises that he'll stay up to make sure you wake up, but it almost never happens. you have to plan your naps in a six-hour window, lest you blow someone off again.
it's become something of a joke in HQ. if anyone sees the two of you sleeping, they'll try to balance as many hats as possible on your lovers' head as possible.
the record is 25, achieved by tomme.
you've even woken up a few times to question the crowd forming. each of them taking turns dropping a hat onto his head like jenga.
"What are you guys doing...?"
"......"
"......"
".......Playing a game." Came a sheepish voice you recognized as Rudo.
"Let me in on this."
When he wakes up to you joining in on the fun, his face is a mix of amused betrayal. At least you were having fun.
zanka would prefer to just have you sleep in his room with him, but if you want to lay on his lap, he's not going to argue.
if you ask to be woken up at 7:06:03, you are being woken up at 7:06:03. he is staring at the clock, tuning out everything that rudo is talking about.
"I told that turd-- Are you even listening to me?!"
"Hold that thought." Zanka shushed him, peering down at you, "[Name]. He whispered, shaking your shoulder gently. he tucked a strand of ash hair behind his ear, watching you stir.
"Huh...?" You mumbled, blinking away the sleep, "What time is it?"
"7:06. You asked me to wake ya up two hours ago." He helped you sit up, warm lithe hand on your back.
"Oh, that's right." You smiled blearily at him, "Thank you, Zanka."
The way his cheeks quickly turned pink made Rudo snort. The man in question scoffed, crossing his arms, "It's whatever. It's not hard to just pay attention. It's nothin'."
later that night, he is definitely going to be asking to wake you up every morning.
the way you smile at him and thank him in your sleepy voice has his head running in circles.
expect a question about when to wake you up, as if it's already decided.
the best. hands down. it's not even a contest when gris is around.
truly the perfect man.
he will wake you up on time, rub your back, even hum if you so request.
plus his thighs are really comfortable 🤤
the only issue doesn't lie with him. it lies with his habit of collecting loud troublemakers like a magnet.
even if you try to sleep, tomme will be on one side trying to chat with him about her notes, follo will be not too far behind, complaining about sore muscles. is that a cat too..?
he's perfect. his company is less ideal.
but the minute you can occupy his time, monopolize it.
bat your eyes at him sweetly and ask if he can try to avoid disturbances while you rest and he's on it like a man on a mission.
he's also as still as a statue. like; we're talking completely unmoving. he might reach for something, but he'll immediately regret it if you stir.
"Gris, can you grab me that magazine?" Tomme pointed across the coffee table. Unthinking, Gris nodded and reached for it.
"Mmmh." You groaned, rolling to face his stomach. Instantly, the man freezes half lunged over. The magazine is just a few inches out of reach. Does he risk waking you, or grab the magazine he was asked to?
"....I'll just grab it myself, don't worry."
Oh thank goodness.
the number one bug in the entire world.
he's on the same level as august. except the only difference is that enjin will be talking to you, not at you.
he's expecting a response.
"Hey, babe." He lowered his cards for you to see, "You pick what I do; fold or call?"
"Enjin. I've been trying to sleep for an hour now." You retorted through gritted teeth, "I will rip your tongue out if you don't shut up."
"Oooh. Feisty. Me likey." He wiggled his eyebrows, which earns him a throw pillow to the face.
he will draw on your face. it's washable, and he knows better than to draw on you if you have makeup on, but if you're barefaced and vulnerable, he's striking.
he won't tell you about it either. he lets you walk around with a penis on your face. for a solid 10 minutes before someone has a good enough soul to point it out.
but for all his fucking around, he knows when you really do need the rest. if you're genuinely tired and will only sleep around him, he'll actually be respectful. he'll even play with your hair as you nap.
if you need white noise, he'll tell you stories of his missions and such. he's not expecting a response, and he'll keep talking until he's 1000% sure you're out.
tamsy is like enjin where he bugs you when you sleep, but for a different reason.
we all know he's the type to test your limits (but not in an annoying way like SOMEONE) (enjin).
the second you're knocked out, he's got his hands on your cheeks and pinching gently. doesn't matter if he's in the middle of playing a game of chess or blackjack, he's bothering you as much as he can without waking you up.
his favourite thing to do is plug your nose for a second or two to watch you squirm.
he'd never actually do anything to hurt you, though. he knows your limits just as much as you do. he's aware of what would push you over the edge, and what he can get away with.
sometimes, he'll tickle your neck with his fingertips to see you smile.
he's another one of the types to wake you up on time, especially if you have something to do afterwards. if not, he might just let you sleep if you've been overworking yourself.
somehow, he's always conveniently alone when you need a lap to lay on. maybe he's reading your mind...
☂︎ summary: you and enjin have been friends for years, and you know that you've always found each other attractive. after an embarrassing conversation about your sad relationship that led to a two-year dry spell, enjin decides to back up his seemingly mindless flirting and offer to show you a good time.
☂︎ tags: enjin x reader, modern au (but that doesn't affect the story much), fluff
☂︎ warnings: cursing, suggestive language, alcohol, could potentially be a little ooc?
☂︎ authors note: this is my first story!!! the gachiakuta page on my masterlist got the most attention of all my posts, so i figured i'd start off with an enjin x reader story. enjoy and let me know if you want a pt. 2, i might already have something planned 👀
you and enjin have been friends for a while now. you two met at work and have been close ever since you got transferred to his team. to say enjin is attractive would be a severe understatement; he's probably one of the most handsome men you've ever seen. something about hearing his deep voice and seeing his tattooed muscles always made your mind wander, but you'd never say that out loud. enjin was a womanizer; never staying with one woman for too long and never letting things get serious. you didn’t pay any mind to his flirting since you figured he interacted with all women the same way, so you'd brush off his advances with a sarcastic comment and a small laugh.
one night, a few weeks ago, you and enjin somehow began discussing your love lives and past relationships. for you, there wasn't much to tell. you'd only had one boyfriend, and that was forever ago. you had a fling or two after your breakup, but they were...less than satisfying. it made you lose interest in trying to pursue anyone, so you ended up entering into a dry spell that's lasted for two years now. enjin was in shock, to say the least, after hearing about your depressing and extremely limited sex life. you told him that sex was overrated and that you were fine without it, which, at this point, is something you've forced yourself to believe after getting zero action for all this time.
now you and enjin are out together again. you still think about the way he acted that night, but you decided against bringing it up to him. you were sure that the horniness, boredom, and alcohol just got the better of him in that moment.
you: "what are you looking at?"
enjin: "you."
enjin answers almost dreamily, resting his cheek against his hand and glancing down at your lips.
you: "are you drunk already?"
enjin: "on you."
you: "is that your favorite line now?"
enjin: "for you."
you: "you're ridiculous."
you turn your attention to the bar when you notice your bartender walking your way. you order drinks for you and enjin, and before you can get your wallet out, enjin lays his card on the table and tells the bartender to keep the tab open.
you: "you don't have to pay for everything."
enjin: "i know, but i want to."
you don't respond to that, and when your drinks are ready, enjin carries them back to the table for you. you two make small talk, discussing work drama, tv shows you watch together, and other miscellaneous topics. once the small talk gets boring, enjin thinks its' time to address the elephant in the room.
enjin: "you remeber that talk we had a few weeks ago, when you told me about your incredibly depressing love life?"
you: "my love life is not depressing."
enjin: "if thinking that makes you feel better." he responds with an eye roll and a slight smirk.
you: "get to the point."
enjin: "the point is i meant what i said that night."
you: "you were drunk."
enjin: "i was tipsy at best." he responds quickly.
you: "either way, you weren't sober.” you fire back.
enjin: "well, i am now. and i feel the same."
you: "enjin-"
enjin: "hold on."
he gently grabbed your hand and turned towards you. you looked down at your conjoined hands and feel nervous.
you: "enjin-"
enjin: "just listen." you nodded. "i can guarantee you a good time. i'd treat you right." he slowly rubs his finger over your knuckles, like he did that night. "just you and me. i promise i'd take care of you."
you sigh and look away, while considering all of the options. it would be nice, like really nice, to be able to be with someone intimately again. images of enjin bending you in every direction flash through your head, and you can feel yourself heating up.
you know enjin, you trust enjin, you have a good time with enjin...maybe this could be fun. with some conditions, of course. you need to make sure to protect yourself.
you: "i have rules. and questions."
enjin's eyes light up, and he looks almost shocked, like he was expecting you to reject him. he eagerly nods, and his grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly.
you: "is this a one-time thing?"
enjin: "we can do it as many times as you want."
you: "that's not an answer."
enjin: "i'm willing to move on your time. but i can't promise i'll be able to stay away from you after you let me in." he flashes his signature grin and his eyes flick down to your lips. you refuse to let his charm distract you right now.
you: "no strings attached." you say sternly.
enjin: "that's perfect for me, but are you sure you're good with that?"
you: "it's what best for me if i'm going to do this with you. it's not like you're a relationship guy anyway, and i don't want to get hurt." enjin breaks eye contact for the first time since this conversation started, but doesn't say anything. "above everything else, i need honesty. complete honesty. even if you think it's going to hurt me. be 100% honest, especially when i ask you something."
enjin: "anything for you."
enjin is much closer now. if either of you leaned in an inch more, your lips would be touching. you look him up and down and can almost see the desperation in his eyes.
you: "don't make me regret this, enjin."
enjin: "you won't, doll. i've got you."
with that, enjin closes the gap and kisses you lightly. he uses his other hand to hold the side of your face, and your hand lands on his knee. the kiss barely has time to deepen before enjin is paying your tab and taking you back to his place.
you roll over and see a sleeping enjin. you take a few seconds to admire his face before you look down and see that you're both still naked. the realization hits you like a truck.
you just slept with your best friend. and it was amazing. definitely your best sexual experience, by far.
you: "fuck."
you whisper to yourself while staring at the ceiling. you let out a quiet sigh and roll out of bed to get dressed and go home. as you're bending over to pick up your pants, you hear the bed creak.
enjin: "you trying to sneak out?" his voice makes you jump and snap your head towards the bed. "didn't mean to scare you." he says teasingly.
you: "oh, whatever." you zip up your pants and realize your bra is missing. "enjin."
enjin: "hm?"
you: "where's my bra?"
enjin: "hm?"
you: "enjin."
enjin: "i think it's still in the bed." he smiles and pats the empty space you were just lying in.
you: "i know damn well you didn't steal my bra to get me back in bed."
enjin: "i took a precaution. i figured you'd try to leave right away."
you: "is that an issue?" you ask, while walking back towards his bed, still shirtless.
enjin: "i want another round."
enjin grabs your waist and pulls you on top of him. you can't help but laugh, and he begins kissing all over your face before capturing your lips. your laughter dies down, and enjin's hands begin to wander. you end up losing count of how many times enjin has made you finish, and you pass out on his chest.
when you wake up again, it's early in the morning, and this time, you're able to sneak out successfully. you send enjin a text once you get home.
you: “i must’ve really put your ass to sleep because you were snoring when i left.”
you glance in your bag and see the bra enjin stole that you were too lazy to put back on. you take a picture and draft another text.
you: “and i found my bra, pervert.”
you place your phone on your dresser, not expecting to hear back from him for a few hours, and crawl back in bed. just as your head hit the pillow, your phone vibrates, and you see a text from enjin.
enjin: "next time, i'll steal your panties instead."
you: “we’ll see if i’ll let you have a next time.”
you can’t help but smirk. the banter you two have has always been one of your favorite things about your friendship with enjin.
enjin: "a man can dream."
you laugh at his dramatics and drift back to sleep.
You wake to the feeling of gentle fingers combing through your hair. The fever has left everything hazy, your limbs heavy beneath the blankets.
“Enjin?”
“Mhm.” His voice is low, almost swallowed by the quiet room.
“Go back to sleep.”
You blink until his silhouette comes into focus. He’s sitting behind you on the bed, one knee propped up, a hairbrush resting loosely in his hand. The other is patiently working through a stubborn tangle near the ends of your hair.
“You’ve got knots,” he murmurs. “Thought I’d deal with ’em before they become a whole mission.”
His teasing is softer than usual, because he’s afraid even his voice might make your headache worse. You let your head tip back against his leg as the brush glides through another section.
Your man is so careful with you.
When he reaches a snag, he separates it with his fingers first, only brushing once it’s loose.
“You’ve done this before,” you mumble.
“A few times.”
“On who?”
“You.”
“I don’t remember.”
“’Cause you were sick then too.”
“Oh.” You’d giggle and kick your feet if you weren’t so sick.
He gathers your hair over one shoulder, dividing it into three neat sections. His fingers are surprisingly nimble. Left over middle, then right over middle. The braid grows steadily down your back.
“You learned how to braid?”
“I got tired of watching you struggle with it when you weren’t feeling good.”
The confession slips out so casually you almost miss it. Your chest aches with something warmer than the fever. When he ties off the end, he smooths a hand over your head, fingertips lightly scratching your scalp.
“There,” he hums and you sigh softly. “That feel nice?”
“Mhm…”
Another scratch behind your ear. Another sleepy sigh. Another one down your neck. Another soft noise.
“Knew it.”
You reach blindly for him until your fingers catch the sleeve of his shirt. “Stay.”
He sets the brush on the nightstand, eases himself down beside you, and pulls the blanket back over your shoulder where it had slipped. His palm rests against your forehead for a moment, checking your temperature with quiet concentration.
“Still a little warm.”
“So?”
“So…” His thumb brushes lazily across your temple. “Guess I’m stuck here.”
“You make it sound terrible.”
“It is.”
You squint at him.
“I was gonna get some work done today.”
“You liar.”
“I know,” He smiles, the kind that’s all crooked edges and fondness. “But I’ve got a sick girlfriend who needs someone to keep her hair from turning into a bird’s nest. So the world’s gonna have to wait.”
Zanka sat at the bottom of the well, clutching the stupid stick close. It was the only thing he had now. What a fool he had been.
He heard the russell of fabric as someone sat down by the well with a groan. He could hear a quiet conversation between the person and their partner.
A shadow leaned over the opening, the bright light from the sun behind them along with their big straw hat did not help him to identify who was looking down at him. “Hey, there’s someone down here.” He could hear a gentle voice. Woman. That was all he could gather.
Two other heads popped up beside the woman. One muscular, and another skinny. “Woah, how’d you end up down there kid?” The man asked.
Zanka looked down at the ground, away from them. No way he was going to humiliate himself even further.
“Did…Did something happen? We’re here to listen if you need to talk.” The gentle voice coaxed him. He looked back up, noticing that only the shadow of the woman remained. Zanka hesitated for a beat. But the woman, she was so calm, so gentle. Zanka couldn’t help but fall in her sanctuary. Well, if she was willing to listen…
Zanka begins his story. How he trained to be the best. How he tried to brush his efforts off to appear like a natural. How a real gifted girl showed him up. How he ended up with this stupid stick like an idiot.
The woman listened attentively, nodding along to his story. Zanka felt a warmth he never felt before. He felt seen, acknowledged for something deeper than his efforts to be strong. He hadn't realized how badly he'd wanted someone to simply listen.
“Okay, so your special school has special classes on weapon selection and stuff. Sick. And you happen to vibe with that instrument of violence. Go off.” The man summarized his story. He could make out the back of the man who sat at the ledge of the well. He seems…simple minded.
“But that still begs the question on why you’re at the bottom of the well.” The woman shifted her position to be more comfortable as she sat sideways on the ledge to look down at him easier.
Zanka’s eyes glazed over as he is brought back into the memories of his failure.
“Hang on, didn’t you say something about the class being three days ago? Doing the math… you’ve been down there for three days without any food or water this whole time?” The man exclaimed.
“Did you know we’d be popping a squat or were you trying to die?” The man scoffs. Zanka only hugs the stick tighter. “There was a hole here. So I got in it. Now, I’m stuck.”
“Yeah, I feel that.” the man empathizes. “Ah well, nothing to do about it now except appreciate the local confections.” or not.
He can see the woman push the man, “You’re horrible.” she scoffs. The man waves her off as he begins to snack. The man makes some exaggerated moans as he eats. Rubbing salt into the wound. Zanka looks up at his stick, noticing how the woman was now no longer at the ledge.
“The others, they all picked weapons they thought looked the strongest. And I figured Hyo would too. So I thought I could game the system. There was this worn out piece of crap mixed in with the other weapons. I thought it’d be like when a hunk of junk is actually a secret powerful thing.” Zanka thought back to the selection process. How stupid he was to think that. A stick was just a stick. That’s it.
“Seems like you out thought yourself.” the man commented. Zanka curled up closer, “It was just a damn stick. It wasn’t even supposed to be on the table. The school made a mistake and no one caught it.”
Zanka lets out a pathetic laugh, “I got so many looks that I’d never thought would come my way.” He lets out a sigh, “Then came the moment we’d all been waiting for. And you know what the real deal picked? Just a plain old sword. Unremarkable. Completely ordinary.”
Zanka couldn’t help the sobs of laughter. The shame he feels, bringing shame not only to himself but also his family. What would his older sister think?
“I am such shit! A piece of shit! Shittiest shit in the heap! Ahahaha! King shit! Who knew the biggest fake was the one trying to get people to think he’s something he’s not! But now I know. That mediocre can’t become natural talents!” Zanka grits his teeth.
“Man…why can’t I die? Just drop dead. I’m just as big a poser as this stupid ass stick. I shouldn’t be alive.”
Clink.
Looking down, he sees a bottle attached to a thin rope. Or was attached. The rope had snapped, letting the bottle drop the rest of the way down. He could hear the woman curse as she pulled back up the rope.
“That took a very dark turn.” The woman sighs. “A kid like you shouldn’t be thinking like that.” The woman's voice echoes around him “Besides don’t mediocres surpass talent in the end? That's practically the foundation of every story.” The woman speaks up. Zanka’s eyes widened. “Sure, to be born with talent is great and all, but to learn is to struggle and make mistakes. That’s what makes you human.”
He could hear the woman shuffle around, “You’re not a natural and you can’t become one, that’s okay. Then what else can you become? That’s the beauty of human nature, you don’t have to stick to one path.”
He sees the woman lean over the well again, looking down at him, “Besides, you talk all about dying and giving up but deep down, you still got some fight left in ya. You’re still holding on to that stupid stick afterall. Most would have just tossed it and got a new weapon. You held on.” Zanka’s grip tightened around the stick.
The man spoke up again, “Now, you’re free to ignore the ramblings of the weirdo who’s passing though.”
“Hey.”
“But, you can’t know your strength till you know your weakness. So with that what you will.” Their shadows disappear.
“We gotta go but we’ll be back for more manju. Maybe we’ll see you around. We would love to see you prove my point.” Those were the last words he heard from the man as their footsteps receded.
Hope.
How long had it been since he felt hope this true and pure?
Zanka climbs from the well, clutching the bottle to his chest. When he got out, on the ledge of the well was a white box. Opening it revealed some fresh manju.
He held the box close and grabbed a piece, taking the first bite of food he had in a long while.
He quickly scarfed down the rest and washed it down with water.
Turning the lid over, he noticed a note taped to the cover. He gently detached the note and opened it.
“A kid like you needs proper food and water to grow. Don’t starve yourself again.”
His heart warmed at the gesture of kindness.
He gulped down the last few sips of water and let out a satisfied sigh.
He turns the bottle in his hand, inspecting it. Only then did he notice the floral designs painted around the bottle. It seemed hand-painted.
He hopes he can see those two again someday. He doesn’t like to owe favors.
The dining room was finally quiet, save for the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of your boots on the floor. You were exhausted. After a brutal hours-long session testing your Jinki, your brain had practically short-circuited.
Zanka was leaning against the kitchen counter, taking long gulps of water. He looked just as tired; his sharp eyes followed your every move as you paced back and forth, trying to cool down.
"Hey," he called, his voice husky. "Don't overdo it. You're going to trip over your own feet if you keep moving like that."
You stopped dead in your tracks. You knew he was right, but the frustration of a failed combination and the pent-up adrenaline completely shattered your inhibitions. You opened your mouth to reply, but instead of the usual words, your brain completely bypassed its second language.
You launched into a highly impassioned speech in your native tongue.
Zanka blinked. He froze mid-gesture, the glass halfway down his throat.
You kept talking, waving your hands aggressively to emphasize your point. You were speaking a mile a minute, going over every single thing that had gone wrong during the exercises, completely unaware that you'd switched languages.
To you, it all made perfect sense.
To Zanka, you were emitting a series of incredibly intense, beautifully rhythmic, but totally incomprehensible sounds.
His eyes widened slightly. His first instinct was confusion; he frowned as he tried to make out a familiar syllable. He tilted his head to the side, glanced down at your mouth, and then back into your eyes, trying to read your facial expressions to decipher the mystery.
'What on earth is going on right now?' he thought, as a sudden, unusual rush of heat rose to his cheeks.
He've never heard you speak like that before. Your voice had a completely different tone: sharper, more fluid, and incredibly expressive. Although he had no idea whether you were insulting him or complaining about the heat, he found himself completely mesmerized. The intensity of your gaze was magnetic.
You took another step closer, pointing your finger at his chest to emphasize one last passionate point, as your voice reached a dramatic climax.
Zanka swallowed, his throat dry. He cleared his throat and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He didn't want to look foolish, much less interrupt the cathartic release you were experiencing.
"Yes..." he stammered, scratching the back of his neck. He nodded stiffly and awkwardly. "Sure. Uh,huh...?"
You stopped. The sudden lack of response finally snapped you out of your trance. You blinked, taking in his flushed face, his wide eyes, and the purest, most helpless confusion radiating from him.
"Wait," you murmured, switching back to his language. "Did I just...?"
"I have no idea what you just said," Zanka admitted frankly, though his voice was unusually low. He crossed her arms, looking away to hide the faint pink tint in his ears. "But, um... you seemed really passionate about it. So... well done?"
You gasped in embarrassment and covered your face with your hands.
Zanka gave a short, light laugh, the tension in his shoulders relaxing. He reached out and gently patted the top of your head.
"Hey, don't worry about it. It sounded... great. Just let me know next time if I'm supposed to agree with you or go beat someone up for you, okay?"
Big believer that you've had Enjin ‘dying’ in your arms so many times that you don’t believe anyone when they tell you that he was gonna die. Like, literally the only thing you hear about him after he left for the Doll Festival is that he won’t make it and your answer is just “nah, he’ll be fine” and everyone is very confused and concerned because oh my god, you are in such insane denial and might need help. Obviously you aren’t coping well with this information.
Then, news comes out that he’ll be okay as you are on your way to get everyone after the events and you just roll your eyes a bit because you fucking knew it.
You see his sorry ass laid out on the bed at the Hell Guard Infirmary and can’t help but stare at him, insanely unimpressed with your arms crossed, while he cracks a smile.
“Talk about dramatic. Do you even have any idea how worried everyone else was over you?"
“And the love of my life, my partner till death do us part, wasn’t worried too? I’m hurt.” His voice was rough and it sounded like it hurt for him to talk, but of course there he was, running his mouth like always.
“As if. I’ve cried enough over you almost dying to last three lifetimes. I knew you’d be fine."
“What if I wasn’t?"
“But you are."
“But what if I wasn’t?” You knew what he was looking for and it made you roll your eyes, unable to contain the smile that started to take over your entire face.
“Then I’d throw myself to the trash beasts so we could be together in the after like. Happy?"
“Only if you’d actually do it.” You moved closer and sat on the edge of his infirmary cot. Your hand went up to brush his cheek, gently moving your fingers to close his eyelid before leaning in and kissing it. He let out a small sigh, finally feeling a little relaxed at your touch.
“I don’t know what I’d do if you die before me, so please…don’t make me find out.” The words were much softer now and he could see that, while yes you did know that he would live, seeing him this badly hurt still affected you.
“I’d never leave you alone like that.” His hand went up to your cheek to pull you in for a real kiss.
A high-pitched laugh echoed through the training yard, a sharp, breathless, and completely uncontrollable laugh.
You stood a few steps away, holding a clean towel and a water bottle, watching Zanka cover his face with both hands. His shoulders were shaking violently. Every time he tried to pull his hands away to look at you, a fresh wave of intense blush hit his face, and he was once again overcome by a fit of breathless giggles.
"Zanka? Are you okay?" you asked, taking a step toward him. "Did I say something wrong?"
"N-No!" he squealed, his voice cracking slightly. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to channel his usual stern, battle-ready demeanor. "It's just... you can't just say things like that out of the blue! It's not fair!"
You blinked in disbelief. All you had done was hand him his water and mention how amazing his technique looked during today's session. You had specifically praised the fluid precision of his attacks, noting how his intense dedication made him look utterly captivating and reliable every time he wielded Assistaff. You meant every word, but you hadn't expected the usually stoic Zanka Nijiku to completely melt into a sea of giggles.
"But it's true," you said, a small smile playing on your lips. "You really are the most reliable person here. You're amazing, Zanka."
He let out another loud, stifled gasp behind his hands, his ears turning a bright crimson that contrasted hilariously with his hair.
"Stop! Stop it!" he laughed, the sound bubbling from his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain a tough expression, but the moment he made eye contact with you, his lips trembled, forming a wide, goofy grin. "A-Amazing? Me? I mean, just an average guy? But... hehe... do you really think I look fascinating?"
"I do," you teased gently, invading his personal space. Zanka was practically vibrating with nervous energy, his tough-guy persona completely shattered by a few sincere words. He buried his face in the towel you gave him, letting out a series of muffled, joyful giggles that warmed your heart.
a/n: i’m feral. i think in this au he would ACTUALLY know how to drive… right…
f1 racer! enjin who always ends up worrying you because he’s pulling the craziest stunts on the track — to show off, of course. and because he knows it drives you wild.
“what if you get hurt doing that!?”
“angel, i could do it with my eyes closed. trust me.”
enjin who also dusts his opponents purposefully despite the backlash he gets, he just flashes that shit-eating grin everytime it’s brought up.
enjin who, however, begun to let go of some of the dangerous habits he was famous for on the track. once he met you, he couldn’t risk leaving you for someone else to try and snatch up. you were his.
enjin who has a habit of revving the engine when he passes over the area you’re in once he sees you. almost like a reminder, like, “hey, i’m right in front of you. i’m in this car.”
enjin who immediately scans the crowd for you as soon as he steps out the car after racing. fuck the press, the media, everyone else. you are his priority and his motivation. and when he does spot you, he smiles widely and winks in your direction. everyone around is jealous.
enjin who always gets you a seat in the front so you can get a perfect view of the race— and his victory, of course.
“and that’s it! enjin with a clean finish— 1st place! incredible performance from…”
you don’t hear much of it, ‘cause your gaze is on him. once he steps out of his car, his eyes almost immediately find yours.
without another thought, he’s walking over towards you, removing his helmet with designs that are just like the alluring tattoos that cover his body, sweaty locks drooping down over his face.
and not to mention the lovely racing uniform that hugs his form juuuust right. only so much for your imagination.
and because the security watching the crowd is used to it, they immediately clear a path for him— straight to you.
you’re in arms length, and he’s immediately reaching for one of your hands, placing a gentle, warm kiss against it.
“you did amazing out there.” you praise.
enjin’s expression softens, “it’s all for you, baby. my good luck charm.”
he leans in, pressing his lips against yours while the crowd around you that can see goes absolutely wild at the sight.
enjin couldn’t care less about who was watching, people or media. if they catch you two kissing, at least everyone knows who he belongs to.
you turn your back on enjin, slowly removing your hefty uniform coat from your strained shoulders and that man is immediately attached to your body. reaching hands settling on the curves of your hips and face angled and crooked into the slope of your neck and the slant of your shoulder, inhaling the candied scent of your sweet skin and warmth.
"you're being clingy again, En'" you exhale softly, allowing the sleeves of your coat to roll down your arms, crooning your neck effortlessly to give him more room to bask in.
"I'm emitting my affection towards you doll, there's a difference" he retorts gently, you both grin contently — giddily, his massive hands soothing up and down the dips of your hips, shuffling and guiding his nose along the smooth surface of your neck to the slant of your shoulder, then back up to the outline of your jawline. taking in everything with such intent and adore.
Enjin couldn't tear his lips away from his pretty girlfriend.
It was perhaps the third or fourth time you'd tried to have a conversation with your boyfriend. Talking about anything would do.
Maybe the weather, how Rudo was gaining weight from eating so many sweets again, or maybe what you'd had for dinner a moment ago.
But here you were, lying on your back on Enjin's bed while he kissed you again and again.
"Enjin," kiss, "wouldn't you like to?" kiss, "talk?"
You could feel a smile spread across his lips as he kissed you. He slowly sat up, placing his hands at your sides.
"I'm sorry, doll," his voice was so deep it made you stir, "but I don't want to talk, I just want to do this."
And he kissed you again.
This time so damn slowly that it made you let out a moan. Enjin smiled again, and his hands slipped under your blouse.
His fingers gently caressed your skin while his tongue sensually invaded your mouth. You didn't know what affected you more, his kisses or his caresses. You could only feel your mind going blank as the temperature in the room rose.
Perhaps just this once, words wouldn't be necessary.
Can you do Enjin x reader and reader almost dies or gets kidnapped or both, and Enjin freaks out and I guess it would be hurt/comfort. Please just don’t let it end with angst, I’ll cry. Lol
only if you want to of course. I’ve loved your other Enjin works. ❤️
IF I DIE TODAY I'LL FIND YOU IN ANOTHER WAY
☂︎ ENJIN X READER
☂︎ SYNPOSIS: ENJIN WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR THE ONES HE LOVES. EVEN IF NO ONE ELSE AGREES WITH HIM. AND HE'LL ALWAYS PUT YOU FIRST
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☂︎ CONTENT WARNING: KIDNAPPING, SOME SPOILERS FOR CH 165 IF YOU SQUINT (MAINLY REGARDING ENJINS BACKSTORY), SLAVE TRADE MENTIONS, BLOOD AND INJURY MENTION
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If Enjin was concerned, it didn’t show. He kept the calm face as Semiu was hurriedly trying to contact Y/n. Nothing getting through to her collar and the supporters she went to clean up a trash beasts with also knew nothing. They had been knocked out and came to to find the cleaner gone.
“Was it Raiders?” Rudo had asked the group huddled in the common area
“There’s more on the Ground than just Raiders,” Zanka answered. “It’s more likely it could have been traffickers.”
“Not like that’s the better option,” Enjin sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. “If it is, we got a real problem with them hiding in polluted zones.”
“Y/n’s strong. I’m sure she can handle traffickers.” Riyo tried to be reassuring.
“Yeah,” Gris agreed, “We’ll find her.”
"I keep trying but nothing is getting through,” Semiu stated as she walked into the room. “It’s possible she’s still wearing her collar, but can’t answer it. The supporters can’t remember much at the moment. They never saw who or what knocked them out.”
“Great,” Enjin sighed, “We’re running on nothing.”
“Could there be clues in the polluted zone? Something that got left behind or a trail of something?” Riyo asked
“Maybe. Possible the towns people might know something,” Semiu agreed. “Enjin, take Akuta and —”
“On it,” Enjin agreed before she even finished her sentence. Grabbing Umbreaker and his team. Gris, Follo, and Tomme joining them.
He stayed quiet the ride out, which threw everyone off but they understood why. Y/n was his girlfriend, of course he was concerned. Internally he was freaking the hell out. But really trying not to let it show for the team. He knew Gris could sense it, the guy was sitting right next to him the whole ride out. Riyo also has a sense but she’d been around Enjin for so long know she knew his tells. Plus the older one knew she had an odd sixth sense.
“Oh, Cleaners. We already had the Trash —” one of the older people started as the crew approached the city on the outskirts of the polluted zone, half faces on as the met up the the old man
“We're not here for cleaning. We're looking for the Cleaner that took care of the Trash Beasts earlier,” Enjin interrupted
“The young lady? We thought she had left with the Supporters,” the old man said
“Unfortunately no," Enjin asked
“Did anyone in the town happen to see anyone suspicious that approached the Cleaners? Possibly a group?” Tomme asked
“Mmm not to my knowledge but i can't see or hear too well these days. There's a chance some of the younger folk may have seen something.”
“Tomme, Follo and I will ask around town. You guys head in and look fit her,” Gris said to the leader, “We’ll call if we finds out anything.”
“All right,” Enjin agreed and took the kids with him while the Supporters went to talk to the towns folk.
What pissed off Enjin was the debris going everywhere. It was impossible to see foot prints going in one direction.
“Enjin!” Riyo called and waved him over
“You find something?” he asked
“Unfortunately,” Riyo held up her Vital Instrument.
“They left her instrument here?” Zanka asked
Enjin took the item, keeping it safe for now. “Look around here. I’m gonna update Semiu.”
The three teens took to looking around the area, seeing if they could find anything else.
“Find anything?” Semiu asked after picking up the call
“Yeah. Her Vital Instrument,” Enjin told her
“They left it out in the polluted zone?!”
“Yeah. and if they have her restrained she can't fight back.”
He heard a sigh from the other line “I was able to get through to her.”
“You did?!”
“It's traffickers, Enjin. Think they made her pick just to tell us to fuck off and they would be selling her soon. I tried calling back but she's unreachable now.” Semiu said
“Fuck,” Enjin sighed
“We might need to call in the Hell Guard. This is out of our jurisdiction.”
“I’m not—”
“I know it's not ideal but we don't know much about the trafficker ring. They do.”
“We’ll keep looking. If we can't find her we'll use them as a back up.” That was all Enjin said before he hung up. Just to get a call from Gris. “Find anything?”
“Couple parents said they saw a couple guys hanging around the area over the last week. Been closer to some of the teenagers and talking to them. Last time they saw them was this morning before the trash beasts,” Gris informed him
“Alright. See if you can dig up anything else then head out here.”
“Got it.”
Enjin turned back to the teens who were huddled over the sand. “What is it?” he asked as he joined them
“Tracks. Haven't been blown away yet. Lead to the other side of the pollution zone,” Zanka said.
Enjin looked down. One set of foot prints and then dragged marks, possibly covered a second set of prints. Enjin called Gris again and had him come out the Follo and Tomme in the car. He sent Zanka and Rudo ahead on foot to track the prints. Waiting for the supporters with Riyo
"We’re gonna find her,” Riyo said
“I know.”
He had no doubt they'd find her. It was a matter of when. They had a time lead on them. Were they waiting for an auction? Did they have buyers lined up? He had a sick feeling she want the only person these pieces of shit we're holding onto either.
Once the supporters got there, the red head and him hopped in the car, Enjin taking the wheel from Gris and heading towards Zanka and Enjin. The two hadn't made it that far yet anyway.
They got to the otherwise just to find a mountain. On the other side, but there was still drag marks. Until it turned into tire marks. “These guys are real idiots,” Riyo said as Enjin followed the tracks.
If she was in the cities, it would be hard to track her down, but out here, anyone in a car was suspicious. I'd they saw any cars that is. No one was out and his worst fear was coming true as they got closer to city walls.
“Damn,” Enjin said
Everyone in the car felt it. They all knew it was going to be hard to find her here. Gris called Semiu, updating her on they're new discovery.
“Get back to HQ. I’ll contact the Hell Guard.” The receptionist said
“I'm not —”
“Enjin, I understand you're concerned but this isn't what we do. We handle trash. The Hell Guard handles the humans.” Semiu cut him off.
Enjin pulled the car to the side of the road and got out. “You guys head back, I’ll stay here and look for Y/n on my own.”
“Alright.” Gris agreed before anyone else could argue. Taking the drivers seat and taking the tram back to HQ.
The blonde knew Semiu was gonna chew his as out later but that wasn't important. Right now he had to find his girlfriend and kick someone ass.
The cleaner asked around town. Seeing if anyone had seen anything or heard anything. Then he saw the moving truck. Parked on the side by an abandoned building. “Totally not suspicious,” Enjin muttered to himself as he approached it. The back was unlocked which probably meant nothing was back there but he still looked.
No one was in the back but chains and done blood were. A lot of it dry, some of it recent.
“Freeze!” Enjin heard the guns draw.
“You guys actually moved fast for once,” Enjin turned around finding a few members of the Hell Guard.
“Thought the cleaners left?” one of them asked
“The others did. I stayed back to look for my girl. Didn't think you guys would make it till it was too late.”
The hell guard officers scoffed before taking over his little investigation. He let them muck around the truck. He was interested on the inside of the building.
He slipped away from them and found the locked door in the back of the warehouse. Could he have just found another way in? Yeah. But kicking down the door seemed like more fun. Of course it did alert the Hell Guard who just scolded him and ran past him into the building with their weapons.
Enjin lit up a cigarette and followed in after them. Watching them look around the empty place. Complaining there was nothing here and that he needed to stay out of the way. But Enjin was known among his peers for his intuition.
“If you’re not gonna help, best leave,” Enjin told them as he tapped the tip of Umbreaker on the floor. Hollow. “Bingo.”
He heard some shuffling underneath seconds ahead of someone opening the door on the floor. Looking around as weapons pointed at him.
“Shit,” the guy said, probably about to shit his pants.
“Times up buddy,” Enjin said as he exhaled some smoke. “You and your friends kidnap a Cleaner earlier?”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He yelled before the Hell Guard soldiers arrested him. Enjin slipped underneath and took in what was happening. One of the old underground bunkers. There was cells that were empty but the further in he got he noticed bodies in the cells. Cowering in the corner. Women and children mostly. Very few men.
“Hey! How’d you get here?!” He heard someone yell. Enjin looked up, seeing about five traffickers standing at the end of the hallway, guns pointed
“Followed your tracks out of the polluted zone. Thought you could take a Cleaner and we wouldn’t come after you’re ass?” Enjin asked them, eyes glowing. “You’re buddies already been taken by the Hell Guard. Better to just surrender now.”
“Like hell we will!”
Enjin managed to open Umbreaker just before the first bullet opened fire.
“Shit! He's a Giver!” One yelled
“I’m not a big fan of closed quarter’s combat but, gotta do what you gotta do!” Enjin propelled forward and took out the group, all of them hitting the wall with extreme force. Throwing his cigarette bud on the ground next to them and stomping the light out
“Help us!” One of the women in the cell yelled. “Please get us out of here!”
Enjin looked back, seeing the prisoner’s at the front of the cells. He looked back at the bodies on the floor and noticed each had some keys. He grabbed a couple pairs and unlocked one of the cells. “Take these and get everyone out. Hell Guard should be down here soon.”
“Thank you!”
“Are you here for the cleaner lady?” A kid asked
“Yeah, you see where she went?” Enjin asked as he came out of the cell
“The mean men dragged her that way. She was screaming a lot.”
“Thanks kid.”
Enjin ran down the way the kid pointed. Looking in each cell till he saw her. He couldn’t see her face as she was face down on the ground but he knew it was his girlfriend. And he could hear her crying, that made him get his ass in gear.
“Y/n!” Enjin yelled for her. Seeing her slowly turn her head as he got the the cell door.
“En..” Her voice barely above a whisper
The blond practically tore open the cell door to get to her. Pulling her into his arms, feeling her cry into his shoulder. “I got you, baby.” Enjin let out a sigh of relief. She was alive.
“Thank you,” Y/n cried as she squeezed him as tight as she could.
Enjin pulled back and looked her over. Busted lip, gash on the side of her head that looked like it was actively bleeding. Some of he clothes had been ripped and she she cuts along her skin.
Enjin shrugged off his jacket and wrapped in around her. “Come on, Let’s head home.” Enjin picked her up, calling Semiu on the collar too update her. He talked to the receptionist as the Hell Guard cleared out the building and gave first aid to everyone, especially Y/n— who Enjin refused to let go of.
He even sat in the back with her while Gris drove back. Y/n laid against, clutching his jacket against her. He stayed with her over night in the infirmary after Eishia healed her.
“You can go sleep in our bed, Enjin,” Y/n told him as he ran his thumb over her knuckles.
“You’re real cute for thinking I’m leaving your side ever again after today,” Enjin told her
“Thank you, for coming to save me,” Y/n smiled
“Always,” Enjin leaned over her body and kissed her forehead. “I’ll always find you. No matter what. As long as I'm around, you're not dying either.”
“My hero,” Y/n said before pulling him into the bed. “Let's get some sleep.”
