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TROPE SERIES: Lee know

Brothers best friend

requested by @aakamiLee on wattpad

Pairing: enemy!Lee know x female reader

Trope: enemies to lovers, fake dating

Warnings: cursing, bickering, mean and nice nicknames, time jumps (bc im lazy), smut, protected sex (we're responsible for once), unprotected sex (Oopsie), oral sex, betrayal, yelling?

w.c: 10 k

There's a big difference between love and hate. Who you love and care for are forever in your heart, you'll follow them to the end of the earth. But hatred, it's made out of pure evil. It sinks into you until you can't push it out anymore. You deal with it in ways that aren't right. Until, you accept it. Make peace with it. Then that's when it goes away.

I guess that's why villains or enemies are seen as more powerful and better. Attractive sometimes too. Because they've made peace of their hate. They're gonna use it to fire themselves into getting what they want. Because they're not afraid. They'd let the world burn for what they love. Meanwhile hero will sacrifice what they love to save the world. And you'd choose the villain every time.

If there's anyone you have a strong hatred for, it's Lee know. Ever since you were a child, he had it out for you to embarrass you and tease you at any moment he could. On the way you'd dress, the way you talked, or the way you walked. He would say something about it. You didn't know what or why he always would make fun of you. What could possibly possess him to do that?

"Wow, y/n. Could you get anymore dorkier? Look at what you're wearing," he'd snicker.

There was never a moment he would spare you, or do anything to prove he was good. He was a bully, an enemy and you would never side with him. You promised that to yourself. But you'd hate to admit, he's gorgeous. Breath taking.

But there was one person who was disgusted by him and hated him even more than you did. Hyunjin. Your knight in shining armor. He was even more beautiful than Lee know.

"I know you're not talking with those tight jeans, Lee know." He came by your side and defended you. Lee know looked embarrassed on the spot.

You were thankful for him. You survived Lee knows bullying tactics thanks to him. He was your best friend all your childhood years. But he had to leave. You knew it wouldn't last. But you had hoped it would. The last day of elementary school, you dreaded it and wished it didn't come. But it did, and he moved away after that day.

"Don't worry, y/n. I'll come back for you, I will never forget my best friend." He hugged you tight and he whispered sweetly to you, "promise me you'll wait? Promise that you'll never have another boy at your side, I'm the only one for you." And you intended to keep that promise.

How the years fly by. Senior year. Graduation. This is the final year. The final time to experience everything you possibly can. And you will.

"Y/n!" You heard your name being called by your brother, Chan. He's practically legend at your school. He graduated a year ago. At your school, you have a record of seniors who experienced things no one else has before. He accomplished to host all senior parties. How does one even manage that?

You made your way down the stairs in your pajamas. "What?" You yelled back and made your way to the kitchen. "We're going out, don't burn down the house, and don't go anywhere." He said in a busy tone as he texted in his phone. You saw Leeknow standing next to Chan and you glanced at him confused. "Since when were you two friends? You don't even go to our school anymore, Chan." Chan made eye contact with Lee know and back to you. "Because I'm actually cool, unlike you, lil sis. I have friends and you so desperately need to get out more." He slipped away before you could answer and you glared in his direction.

You turned your focus back on Lee know as stared at you with a smirk. "Cute pjs," he joked and you rolled your eyes. "Well excuse me that I don't look like a supermodel in the morning." He seemed amused and leaned over the table, "it's noon and Saturday. Why don't you go out with us, huh? Get put of your comfort zone, gain a social life or something." You scoffed and took a couple steps closer, "I have a life and friends. I don't need to be drinking and partying all the time." He straightened his body up and crossed his arms, "name one friend you have." He was skeptical of you, you have to admit. Making friends is not an easy task for you.

"Hyunjin," you said confidently. He laughed practically in your face. "That loser? He moved away a long time ago, it's time you move on sweetheart." You were done with the conversation and flipped him off as you walked away. He rushed to stop you, leaning against the wall before the stairs. "Come on, get ready. It'll be fun." That's all you need. To attend a party with your mortal enemy.

"No thanks." You shinned a fake smile at him and you walked up the stairs. "Jeez what a loner," he mumbled and you looked down at your pajamas. Suddenly feeling self conscious. Maybe you should start going out more. You stopped mid way on the stairs and he had begun to walk away. "Do you really think it would be fun?" He turned back around and rose an eyebrow mischievously. "Yes, it would." He crossed his arms, you immediately noticed his veins and the tone of his muscles appearing. You have to admit, if he wasn't your mortal enemy, you would find him attractive.

He followed your eye path to his arms and cleared his throat. "Just go get ready loser." You frowned and continued going up the stairs and got ready.

You peaked around the corner and saw him leaning against the wall in the kitchen, waiting for you. "Yeah, Chan. It's fine I can take her. I'll be there soon." He hung up and you cleared your throat. He turned his attention up to you and smiled slightly, you began to walk down the steps with a slight shyness. He slowly made his way towards you and... He wolf whistles at you.

"Okay, ew." You rose your hand and made a face of disgust. He smiled. "It's just nice to see you actually try to fit in for once." The backhanded compliment hit you in the face like a truck. You huffed and crossed your arms, "why can't you just say I look pretty? You don't have to insult me." His expression dropped and his eyes softened, "okay I'm sorry. You look pretty." The Lee know apologizing for once in his life? You're shocked and frankly, scared. He must want something. "Okay now you're being strangely nice, what is it that you want? Girls? Money?"

He smirked as he looked down at your hands. "Did I maybe convince you to go out with me out of jealousy that I would get with a girl?" He slowly moved to the first step as you walked down to him. How the hell did he come to that conclusion? Delusional. "Are you jealous, little y/n?" He leaned against the wall. You laughed in disbelief and crossed your arms. "Of course not, no, I'm not jealous." He smirked and licked his lips, "Uh huh." He sighed heavily, "Just admit it, you're in love with me." You mock a laugh at him, "Um, no."

He raises an eyebrow at you, "Is that so?" He steps closer to you, almost toppling over you, "even when I do this?" He places a lock of your hair behind your ear and stares into your eyes, you try to ignore the heart beating fast in your chest. "Just leave me alone, jerk!" He laughs softly to himself as you push him away. "You're hot when you're mad." You narrow your eyes at him with annoyance as you walk away. He always does things like that just to get you flustered, you should be able to say you're used to it but you're not. He makes you nervous and barely able to stand when he touches you. You don't know why he has that effect on you but he does. And you hate yourself for it.

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You'd never would've imagined in a hundred years that you would be in a car with Lee Know right now. It's frightening really. "So, what is all good about that Hyunjin guy? You seem to be in love with him or something." You rolled your eyes and continued looking out the window, "i'm not in love with him, he was just really nice to me." He scoffed and sat up straighter in his seat, "you're obsessed with him because he was nice to you? God, y/n, you really need to go to this party." You huffed and sat more back in the seat. You eventually arrived and heard the music booming in the distance, he parked neatly. But he hasn't motioned to leaving yet, awaiting your move. You always pondered a question and never had the guts to say it before to him, but you're feeling pretty bold right now.

"Why do you hate me?" You looked over your shoulder at him, he was clenching his jaw hard. "Who said I do?" He turned to look at you two, since when has he had that sparkle in his eyes? It's mesmerizing. He looked down to his water bottle in the cup holder and decided to take a sip. "Are you fucking with me?" He practically choked at your bluntness and hit his chest a couple times. "I mean you have made every single thing I've ever done incredibly hard and made fun of me every chance you could." He set down the water bottle and looked into your eyes once again, "it was the only way I could get your attention." You shook your head at him. "There are other ways of getting my attention, being mean is not one of them." You opened the door and slammed it shut in annoyance, he followed closely behind which annoyed you even more.

You walked into the party and realized, this is definitely not your element. "Scared, little one?" Lee know whispered into your ear. "Just not my element, can you get me something to drink?" He looked guilty all of a sudden and licked his smooth lips, "so uh. About what I said about you basically getting out of your comfort zone. Maybe drinking should not be one of them." You wanted so badly to beat him up. Rip him apart to shreds. "What? Come on, I need to unwind." You faced him now and shot puppy dog eyes at him, "pretty please?" He stayed silent for a while, just looking down at you. "Okay, I'll be back. Stay put."

Yeah, no way you're staying put. You took the opportunity when he left to explore around, leading into a den in the house. You became face to face with a man with long black hair, kissing a woman on the couch. You instantly recognized him, Hyunjin. He broke away from the kiss with an amused smile and the girl noticed you and stared with a judging look, he followed her gaze and laid eyes on you.

What. The. Fuck. "Y/n?" You turned away quickly and bumped into Lee knows silhouette, knocking your drink all over himself. "Ugh, dammit y/n." He noticed your face and immediately searched around for the cause. Lee Know's gaze locked from him to you and then back to him. His jaw tensed as he stared at them both and it clicked, that's also his ex girlfriend. Tears began to fill in your eyes, and he pulled you close. He led you to a bathroom far away from them. Tears fell down your cheeks, pooling your mind.

"Listen to me, y/n. Fuck them. He didn't deserve you anyways." You leaned against the sink as he desperately tried to wipe away your tears. You shook your head while sobbing, "I can't believe it, I was an idiot to love him. I wasted all this time waiting for him." Now he was shaking his head, "no, y/n. Don't think like that. He's the idiot and you should beat his ass for doing that to you." You sighed heavily and pushed him away by his stomach, wiping your own tears. "God, I wish you wouldn't see me like this. Please don't make fun of me for this."

He stayed silent. "God, you reek." You sat down on the closed toilet lid. He looked down to his shirt, "oh right. I forgot." He took of his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders, and off his shirt went. Pulling it off his shoulders, and wetting it in the sink. You couldn't help staring at his sculpted physique, he was ripped. And there was one thing that stood out to you, a small scar located a little above his waist. It was so unique and beautiful, you wanted to trace along it. He noticed your staring, "what?"

You stood up and walked over to him, he froze as you stared down at his scar. He backed against the sink. You slowly raised your hand and touched his stomach, "it's pretty." You traced along it, his chest rising up and down as you slowly caressed it. "Y/n," he whispered softly and you looked up at him. His cheeks were slightly red and you instantly knew he felt embarrased. You yanked your hand away, "sorry." He shook his hand and mumbled a, "its fine."

He continued to try to wash away the alcohol from his shirt as you watched. "I'll wash this later." He drained it and you gave him his sweater back to cover him up. He paused before reaching for the door, he looked back at you, "do you wanna go home?" You nodded your head, "yeah. I wanna go home." He put his arm around you and led you outside, not once letting you astray from his grip. You hadn't noticed before, but people were staring at you, you heard faint whispers. "Who's that girl with Lee Know?" "She's pretty." "Wait I think that's Chan's little sister." You shook off their conversations, of course they were talking about you, you were with Mr. King of the parties. He opened the door for you and you were about to enter when you heard your name being called. You took a deep breath and turned to the culprit. "What do you want Hyunjin?"

"Just let me explain." You glanced at Lee Know and he nodded his head for you to put Hyunjin's ass on blast. "Explain what exactly. That you didn't have your tongue down her throat, while you told me to wait for you all these years and forbade me to have a boyfriend? Please, how much of a fucking loser are you to get someone's sloppy seconds?" Lee Know held in his laughter as he brought a fist to his mouth. He looked visibly proud of you. "Yeah, we're done here. Let's go."

You held the door to enter when he yelled out, "you think you're so fucking high and mighty don't you. You wanna pick out my relationship but not the one right here," he motioned at the two of you, "I mean come on y/n. He fucking made your life a living hell, don't you remember the times you cried in my arms about him, wishing that he would die?" You suddenly felt small, he exposed you bare and you couldn't deny it. Suddenly, there was a crowd watching from afar that you hadn't noticed from afar.

Lee Know stepped in, "get over it. She doesn't want your fucking ass and is perfectly happy without you. Whatever she said in the past is definitely not how she feels anymore, now she loathes your ass. So, tell me this.." He stepped closer to him and you suddenly realized why everyone fears him too, he's not afraid to point out the obvious and speak up, he whsipered something inaudible to him. Hyunjin clenched his jaw and had a face of anger. He walked away defeated and Lee Know laughed as he did. You looked at Lee Know differently now, he stuck up for you when no one else did.

Maybe in another universe, you two could've been friends. Maybe he's not so bad afterall. Then you realized how rude you were to Hyunjin.

"My god, I'm turning into you!" He chuckled as your hands covered your face. "Is that so bad?" You nodded your head yes aggressively and he rolled his eyes. "Lino~~~" Oh God, as drunk as ever your brother came over to you two. "Chan, why did you drink so much?" He collapsed on the car and burped loudly, classy. "Okay, let's get you two home."

~~~

"Does he always get this drunk?" You asked Lee know and he shrugged his shoulders. "Sometimes, only when he's stressed I guess." You plopped down on the couch and he collapsed next to you. You both sighed heavily and tried to relax. Although it didn't last long, "how are you feeling about tonight?" You shook your head, "let's not talk about it..." He cares, he cares about what you're feeling. "It's weird, isn't it?" He furrows his face in confusion, "what is?" You smiled slightly as you looked at him, "those moments where we don't hate each other." He sighed once again, "like I said. I don't hate you."

"I know." You do know that, but in your heart, you can't shake off the past. "But I know you hate me, and that's okay. I'll make you like me someday." You laughed softly, you're already starting to. You start to think about the party again and a light appears in your head. "What if we strike a deal with each other?" He raised an eyebrow, obviously interested. "What if we pretended to date?" He dropped his head back and sighed, "what do I get out of this?" You scooted closer to him, "well it'll make your ex jealous, plus it would also make Hyunjin jealous too... and maybe he will regret not being with me. Also increase my popularity." He sucked on his teeth, "seems this only benefits you, I couldn't care less about my ex."

You pondered and searched your mind for a benefit for him, "fine then, you get me." His eyes widened and he brought his head back down to normal level, "excuse me?" You leaned onto the couch on one arm, holding your head, "you heard me. I'll let you hit it whenever you want." He scoffed, "I'm offended that you think I don't have access to that already." You bit your bottom lip, "but it's not me. It's different, I'm your enemy." He squinted his eyes and blinked about a thousand times, like to actually think about it. "So, you're saying you want to have hate sex?" You almost giggled and shrug your shoulders.

"I knew you were in love with me." You smiled and shook your head, "like I said, no." He mimicked your position and got closer, "so if I told you I wanted you right now, spread out and making you cry for it. You would do it?" You made a face of disgust, "okay don't make it weird. But essentially.. sure. After all if imma lose my virginity to someone, might as well be you." He retracted his face is shock, "wait you're a virgin? God, you were really waiting for him, huh?" Unfortunately yes, you were.

He licked his lips and nodded, "okay fine. I'll be your fake boyfriend. But that means that you can't fight me on couple duties and don't tell Chan." What have you gotten yourself into?

He seemed to keep up his end of the deal, to not be able to get away from him, even at school. Your phone began to ring and you reached into your book bag, more of a tote bag and answered it. "Hello?" His voice was excited and jumpy, "hi y/n.~" You nearly hung up the phone as soon as he spoke. "Lee know?? How did you even get my number?" You audibly groaned his name. "Your brother~" he cooed. "Remind me to murder him later.." He laughed softly and you felt butterflies appear in your tummy, you clenched your stomach and nearly punched yourself to make it go away.

"Why are you calling me?" You cross one of your arms across your chest and the other holding up your phone. "That's how you talk to your savior? Your brother told me to take you home." You groan aloud and begin to walk down the path to the front. "Why didn't he come for me?" There's a loud beep of a horn and you stop into your tracks. "Sorry, apparently that car didn't see me.. maybe he wanted us to spend alone time together." You roll your eyes. "I highly doubt that." He clicks his tongue, "so where are you?" You continue your walking again but go even slower. "I'm hiding, or maybe im at home or maybe im in Hyunjin's car. Could be anywhere really as long as I am away from you." This feeling makes you feel upbeat, you like teasing him.

"Tell me where you are right now you brat," he speaks quickly in a rude tone. "Okay, first of all, rude." He sighs heavily and then chuckles softly to himself, "nice dress, Princess. Can I take it off?" Your phone slightly drops down when you search your surroundings for him. You furrow your brows when you don't find him. "How'd you know I-" You scream as your feet are lifted off the floor, being carried from behind by your waist. "Found you," he whispers and attacks your neck, biting it playfully and pretending to eat it while making gurgling noises. "Okay, okay, enough! Put me down!" People were staring.

He sets you down gently and you toss your phone back into your bag. "Here, let me get that for you." He deattaches your book bag off your shoulder and onto his. "Thanks," you mumble softly. His arm cheekily raises over your head to your shoulder, "So, what are we doing today huh? Going to dinner? Or a fair? Maybe even the movies?" You stopped walking, pushing his arm off and your mouth was slightly agape as he looked at you curiously, "what are you talking about? We're going straight home." He pouted his bottom lip, as you noticed his car. Without waiting, you marched straight to it and to the passenger's side door, about to open it until he slammed it shut.

He leans in close, keeping a firm grip on the door. "We have to go out," he said softly, you shook your head no as you kept trying to open the door. "Come onnn, let's go on a date. You were the one who said you wanted to do this fake dating thingy." He whined pathetically and you knew he was just messing with you. So obviously you had no intentions or interest in saying yes. But you did anyway, just to mess with him. "Hmm, why not?" He perked up immediately and stepped closer to you. "Really?" "No," you said almost immediately and he frowned. "Well too bad because we're going anyway." He finally let go of the door and opened it. You glared at him as you went in and he softly smiled.

He took you out for ice cream. It was nice. He was nice and complimented your dress. He took you home afterward, and surprise surprise. No Chan. "Great, I don't wanna be alone... Come inside?" He looked at your front door and then you. "Can I cash in?" Already? You weren't prepared yet. And weren't exactly ready to give it up yet. "Oh, I haven't prepped or anything." He stepped closer to you, merely inches away. "I don't need all that, just you." But why the hell not? The sooner the better.

You led him inside and up into your room, making sure to lock the door. He wandered about as you quickly went into the restroom to touch up, the door was open to keep an eye on him. You walked in after a couple minutes and he was sitting on the bed, looking at picture. One of you in elementary, playing in the grass alongside Hyunjin. "I always thought you were so pretty when you played in the grass, I never got the chance to go with you. Your protector prohibited it." You approached him slowly and sat on the bed. You pulled the picture out of his hand, "forget him. I'm here now."

His eyes scanned your face as you tossed the photo aside. You prepared yourself, first kiss, first everything would be with him. He leaned in slightly. "What if my brother finds out?" His hand slips behind your ear, tucking softly at your hair strands. "He won't," he whispers against your lips. He stares into your eyes, flickering down often back down to your lips. "God, you're so damn beautiful." He pressed his soft lips into yours, taking you whole. You sighed in relief, it's as magical as you thought it would be. Moist and soft as pillows. Connecting two bodies into one.

"Don't stop," you mumbled against his lips. And he didn't. He entered his tongue softly into your mouth, entangling his with yours. You moaned at the feeling, the pleasure intensifying and all your doubts fade away. He reaches at the bottom of your dress, pulling it up above your waist. Revealing your underwear and tugging at it. He strokes at your concealed clit, he smiles. "You're wet for me, baby?" You almost moaned at the nickname. You felt shy now that he pointed it out. "You're sure you want to go through with this? I can stop."

You don't want him to stop. "Don't you dare stop." You pulled him back into your lips. You felt him smile against your lips. He pulled your dress over your head and laid it onto the floor. You reached for his belt. He stopped you as he took it off himself. You crawled back higher in the bed for room. He undressed himself until he was in his underwear too, the beautiful scar appearing once again. You couldn't help but stare, he is beautiful you have to admit. You reached for his pants and pulled out an aluminum wrapper. Holding it in his mouth and crawled toward you seductively. You giggled as he appeared on top of you and you took the wrapper out of his mouth.

He kissed your neck which made you melt in his touch. It felt like heaven and sent tingles down your body. Intensifying the building pleasure. He reached around your back and unclipped your bra. You weren't expecting it and gasped, so easily slipping it off. He attached his lips to your breast immediately, making your back arch as he sucked on it softly. His fingers teased at your entrance, playing with your panties and slapping it against your sensitive skin. "Don't tease me," you whimpered and his eyes turned dark with lust. He grabbed the wrapper from you and slipped down his underwear. Your mouth dropped, you weren't expecting it so suddenly.

You felt compelled to look at it and dragged down your panties. He groaned as he made eye contact with your pussy. He opened the wrapper and slipped it on neatly and swift. Getting ready and you prepared as he positioned himself. He entered smoothly and you moaned aloud, you covered your mouth but he pulled it away quickly. He kept your hands above your head at your wrists and the other positioning himself into you. You felt so full. "Fuck, fuck. It feels so good." You whined out as he continued to bottom out into you. He finally stopped pushing until you. The pain and pleasure mixing.

You moaned happily and tried to break free of his hold. "God, you're fucking perfect," he whispered. The praise got you going even more. He pulled out to the tip and pushed back in. You moaned heavily again as he began to set a rhythm. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come if you keep clenching like that." You wrapped your legs around his waist to encourage him. "Cum if you want to, just keep going." You've never talked like this to anyone. He let go of his grip around your wrists and readjusted your legs. Laying your ankles onto his shoulders and holding your legs close.

He pushed back into you and you practically crumbled in his hands. The pleasure was intensified, heightened. You cried out as he mercilessly pounded into you. "Please, please" you begged although you didn't know what. His thumb rubbed against your sensitive bud and you pushed away with your hips. You whimpered out as he kept abusing your body. "What's wrong, can't take it?" He teased you which made you angry, you hate being teased especially by him. It's his favorite thing to do.

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." You chanted against his rhythm. "I hate you so much," you mumbled to yourself. He smirked, "keep talking and watch what's gonna happen." A challenge, you know you can't resist. "I hate that I love this so much," you laughed breathlessly, "I hate that I love you fucking me." You squealed as he turned you over onto your stomach. He pushed your neck into the sheets and arched your back, a sting on your butt appeared. You whimpered at the pain, he slid on once again and you screamed into the pillow. "Keep going," he whispered into your ear. And so you did, confessing all what you were thinking.

"I hate that you're so attractive." He pulled your hair into a bundle and moaned softly. Butterflies appeared in your stomach, he was enjoying this, enjoying you. "I hate that you know exactly how to make me crumble in your hands." Tug. "I hate that I crave you at times I shouldn't." He begins to pound up into you fast and harsh, making you a moaning mess. "I hate that I've wanted you all these years!" You want it, want it so bad. You need a release. "That's all I wanted to hear," he whispered sweetly into your ear and pulled your face to kiss him. You cried out into his mouth as he mercilessly grinded into you. He moaned loudly, his hands bracing onto your hips as his pace slowed. But he kept going, for you.

He snapped his hips into you once, twice, and you collapsed. Like a thread being cut. A knot being undone. A firework finally exploding. Release, sweet beautiful release. He talked you through it, "that's it. Just let it go, princess. You're doing so good." You relaxed in his arms, feeling him slip out of you slowly. You suddenly felt empty now, without the comfort of him. He laid you down softly onto your back. "You okay?" He cooed at you as he brushed the hair out of your perfectly happy face. You nodded your head, "what are you smiling about, hm?"

"I'm just happy." You were. He gave you an experience that you'd dream of. He pulled back to yank off the rubber, and threw it away into your bathroom trash. You got up reluctantly to pull your underwear back on. But once you felt your feet hit the ground, a sharp sensation drew up your back and you stumbled onto your knees. He came running to your laid as you laid helplessly, "ow."

~~~

You two had a conversation after, establishing some boundaries. "Okay so first off," you underlined the top of the page titled, agreement. "We are not allowed to fall for each other, no romantic feelings whatsoever." He nodded in agreement as you scribbled it along the page. "Have to show some sort of affection in public for fake dating purposes... and make a public appearance at a party or something." He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. "It's not that hard okay? It can be a simple gesture like a kiss on the cheek or a hug." You wrote it down.

"And I get to have my benefit whenever I want." He mentioned as he snatched the paper away from you and wrote it down. "As long as it's not in front of other people, I'd rather not flash my pussy to a stranger." He chuckled at your bluntness. "Oh right one more thing," you took the paper back. "Agreement will be void once goal is made aka I get my crush or broken." He stared hard at you, confusion in his sparky eyes. "You still want that guy? After all he did?"

You shrug your shoulders, "I mean I get it. You get lonely without someone to love. And plus, now I know the benefits of having someone." You cheekily rose your eyebrows at him in a playful way. He sighed and looked away. "I don't understand why you don't want your ex back. Didn't you two love each other?" He shook his head and you laid the paper onto the table in front of you two. "Why?" He sighs, "because she isn't you." You look at him confused, scared. "She isn't you... as friends, we have a connection, we light up around each other. I don't have that connection with her. I crave a connection if I want a relationship."

You understood what he meant. You do. You two seem to always encourage each other and be confident. You're not afraid of telling him anything. He changed the subject. "So, what did you mean that you've wanted me all these years?" Oh shit. You'd forgotten about that, your ears begun to stung. Might as well come out with the truth. "Well, I've always found you attractive. I just didn't wanna admit it."

"Yeah, I kinda have that effect on people." He flicked his imaginary long hair. You cackled out at his demeanor. "So that basically means you fantasize about me, huh?" You scoffed jokingly, "okay enough Mr. Cocky," you threw a pillow at him and he laid in defeat.

You had to begun to hang out at school with each other more. His friends had grown accustomed to you now. It was working, everyone believed you two were together. But thank god it was Friday, you hate school. You were sitting at the table where his friends were, waiting for him to arrive when you noticed his ex. Glaring at you with such fire in her eyes. "Hey," Lee Know said and you jumped once you felt his hand on your back. "Hi," he pecked you on the cheek. "You okay?" You nodded, while still looking in her direction, he noticed and followed your gaze. His eyes darkened as he noticed that she was whispering to her friends while looking at you. You felt suddenly conscious of yourself.

"Imma go okay?" You said softly to him but he grabbed your wrist to stop you. "Don't go, I'll handle it." You shook your head, "it's fine. Don't ruin anything between you two because of me." His eyes screamed at you to stay but you couldn't. You couldn't stand sitting there while she talked about you. So you walked away, feeling an ache in your stomach. You went to a nearby bathroom and washed your face. You stayed in there, looking at the mirror at your clothes. 'It could be better,' you thought. Maybe you'll go shopping.

You walked out upset and bumped into a tall boy. "Sorry," you said as you pulled away. "Y/n?" You stared up at him, that familiar face. "Hey Hyunjin." You stood silent, awaiting what he would say, it seems like he's got a lot on his mind. "Look I just wanted to say about how sorry I am for the other night. It was stupid and I don't even like the girl, I swear. I cut ties with her." You sighed heavily and put your hands in your sweaters pockets. "Let's just forget about that okay?" He nodded his head and you turned to leave.

"Wait," you stopped and looked up at him once more. "How about we go out tomorrow? So I can really make it up to you. Meet me at our spot at 3?" Your spot, you haven't been there in a long time. It's a big playground, you two would always meet up there in the past and just talk. "Sure, I'll be there." You walked away and find a stray Lee know again.

"Where'd you go?" You smacked your lips, "I have news!" His eyes creased and a small smile emerged. "Hyunjin asked me to go out tomorrow, as an apology." His smile quickly faded, and his eyes dropped down to his feet. "Isn't that good? I have to go shopping after school though, for some clothes." He nodded his head quick and reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. "Get something nice for yourself okay?" He hands you a couple of big bills. "No, no. I don't wanna use your money." You try to hand him it back but he pulls away. You sigh reluctantly and put the money into your pocket.

He leans forward into your ear, "maybe you can buy something nice for the two of us, hm?" You instantly knew what he meant, lingerie, and your face reddened at the thought of it. "Don't be naughty."

It was the next morning, and Lee know had shown up to question you about Hyunjin. He sat next to your floor mirror on a seat cushion. "And you'll be alone?" You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your shopping bag, pulling out the new dress you bought. It's a navy blue and tight fitted, you're planning on wearing some stockings with it so you won't be completely exposed. "You're stressing too much about this." You said while walking over to your bathroom to change, bringing the bag with you. "Yeah, because I care about you."

You began to dress behind the door as you listened. "I just don't want him to try anything funny." You walked out, over to the mirror, in front of him, "It'll be fine, it's in public." He stared at you, scanning up and down and you smiled happily at the result. "So.. do you like it?" You turned to him and did a twirl. "Love, I'm not even looking at the dress." You sucked in a breath and smiled, you lifted your hair and tried to assess if it looked good. "Hmm, hair down. Only I get to see you with your hair pulled back." You knew what he meant to that too.

Which reminded you of the surprise you had for him. You had noticed a lingerie store next to the dress store. And you gave in, picking out a white set. After all it is his money, he'll enjoy it. "Hold on, I have a surprise for you." You skipped over to the bathroom and changed into it. It hugged you beautifully, a blinged out corset top with see through panties, attached was some laced stockings. It came with a light cover dress, it was flowy and very pretty. You bit your bottom lip as you gazed at yourself. Definitely out of your comfort zone, but so is everything.

"What's taking so long-" He pushed open the door and his face practically dropped. His eyes didn't know where to land. You shifted on your heels, "do you like it?" He said no words. He lifted you up from your legs and hung you over his shoulder. "Hey, what are you doing!" You screamed out and kicked your legs, it was useless. He dropped you onto your bed and quickly ran to your room door, locking it. You didn't know what he was doing, you only assumed. He wants to fuck you again.

"Get on your knees," he ordered you without hesitation. You've never seen him like this, so dominant. You slowly dragged yourself onto the floor. Gradually getting onto your knees, you looked up at him through your lashes. He slowly unzipped his pants and you gulped. You know what he wants. He pushed down his pants to his ankles along with his boxers. You stared at his length, rock hard. "You have no idea what you do to me," he said as he stroked your cheek. It felt so innocent in this setting, it soothed you. He wrapped his hand around himself and pressed it to your lips. "You know what to do."

You parted your lips slightly and pressed a soft kiss onto him. You moved his hand out of your way, replacing it with yours. And slowly, seductively, teasingly, you kitty licked at his tip. He hissed as he watched you. He grabbed your hair into a ball, holding it out of the way to enjoy the show. Finally, you pushed him into your mouth, you held down your tongue and tried your best not to gag. It was impossible and caused your eyes to fill with tears. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, and he tugged on your hair aggressively, pushing your head. You didn't care, he can use you all he likes.

"Fuck, I need you right now." You hummed against him and he moaned out loud. You were beginning to feel a glow in between your legs. He pushed your mouth off of him and you got onto the bed. He threw his shirt off and you could cum at the sight, he's so breathtaking. He ripped your sheer dress off you, "hey don't ruin it!" He growled, "my money, my girl, I can do what the hell I want." You're not his girl, you were about to correct him when he pushed aside your panties. One of his fingers entering inside of you and you moaned. Prepping you for him.

He took out a condom and once again slipped one on with one hand, what an expert. He planted his hand next to your head and kissed you softly, his kisses were always so gentle. He slipped into you, beginning a rhythm and you moaned loudly into his mouth. He pulled away, "I feel that good?" You nodded your head quick and did not even try to be quiet. Your arms slipped around his neck and you closed your eyes in pure bliss. He was grunting hard, like he was gonna finish soon. But you knew he would keep going even if he did. He started to go faster while his moans were getting louder. You felt a slight shoot get blocked off and the condom fill up.

You felt a rush of pleasure come over you, you felt your high coming in close. You started to whimper out and clawed out his back. He then began to trickle kisses down your neck but you felt a slight sucking sensation. "Don't," you said breathlessly, "I'm still going out after this." He stopped and you saw how angry his expression was. His rhythm slowed down unexpectedly and you made eye contact with him. "Keep going. I'm so close," you begged him. "Uh, uh. You want to go out still? You don't get to finish." And he denied you of finishing. He pulled out of you.

You groaned, annoyed. "Why are you so mean?" You whined as he moved away from you. He smiles, "because," and kisses your cheek. You frown. He took off his condom and threw it in the bin next to your bed, you had planned ahead by putting one there. But you had your own ideas. As he laid beside you and stared at the ceiling, your hand slipped off your panties. Your hand slipped down between your folds, and circled your clit. You moaned out as you stared at Lee know, making eye contact. He shook his head disapprovingly. You were only to this to make him realize he made a mistake.

"Mm, Lee know," his name slipped out of your lips so easily. You made sure to sound as breathless as possible. It was working as you saw he was getting hard again. "I won't engage," he told you but you knew he was lying. "Fine," you stopped and got on top of him. "You won't play with me?" You grabbed his now hard length and held it lined up to your entrance. "Y/n, don't. I'm not wearing-" You ignored him as you slid down slowly. You braced yourself onto his stomach and moaned out pathetically, why did he never let you experience it raw before? It's addictive.

He feels crazy good. You can feel every ridge and curve. Everything hits the right spot. "Oh my god," you gripped onto his chest. "Oh my god," you screamed out in glee. The build up is threatening to snap, and you love how it's feels right before it does. "Thats it, my love. Let it out," he whispered sweetly to you. Snap. And you go falling down onto him.

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He begged you not to go, but you weren't going to stand up Hyunjin. You couldn't... At least not without an explanation. You walked over to the park, he was no where to be found. Your phone began to ring, unknown caller. You answered it, "hello?" There was a sudden burst of laughter, a girl. "Oh y/n. Did you really think he was gonna go? You're quite stupid to think that." You recognized the voice, Lee knows ex. "He ditched me?" There was a noise of scramble on the other side. "Hello y/n." Hyunjin. You gritted your teeth. "I like your dress, very revealing. Did you go shopping for me?" You looked around and saw no one, suddenly you felt cold and began to walk out of the park.

"Why are you doing this?" He laughed softly to himself. "It's payback, you betrayed me by getting with Lee know." Anger began to pelt up inside you, "I never betrayed you. You betrayed me." He laughed once again. "But something smells fishy doesn't it? I think it's you." Just then you turned when a loud car pasted by, the window was down. Splash. You were hit with a bucketload of water. You gasped as you fell to the ground from the weight. You screamed when you saw a fish had been through with it. You didn't know what to do, you ran.

Home. You don't know where that is. All you knew was him. You needed him. His comfort. His words. You needed to go to him.

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You knocked on his door repeatedly and rang the doorbell. Clutching your soaked body and sobbing out. The door swung open fast, when his eyes landed on you. He had a look who could kill. "Who did this to you?" You didn't want to answer. You knew he would go after him and that's the last thing you wanted. "It's none of your business." You said calmly. "You're my fucking business. What happened?" He spit out his words and tears flowed down your cheeks once again. "I'm gonna kill him." He stormed past you but you clutched onto his arm. "Please don't leave me. I need you here."

His gaze softened and immediately took you into his arms. "I'm not gonna leave you, I swear." You smelled, really bad. But he didn't care. He held you for so long. You wish he would never let go. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He led you inside and into his bathroom. He lives alone. You remember that, no siblings, parents gone. It must be awfully lonely. He sat you down on the toilet lid while he turned on the water for a bath. Putting bubbles in it. You laughed amused to yourself, he has bubbles for himself?

He looked confused at you, "feeling better?" Your face fell sullen again. "Get undressed," he said and pulled you off the seat. You pulled the dress off and the stockings. He picked them up and waited for you to take off the rest. You turned away from him and took off your underwear. You got into the water and sat down. He left with your clothes and came back with his own, a hoodie and some shorts. Sigh, no underwear. He was respectful when he came over to you, only looked at your face. Nothing else. He scrubbed you clean and gently rubbed shampoo into your hair.

You could've done it yourself but he insisted. He said he felt bad for letting you go. For letting them get to you. "I'm sorry this happened y/n." At least one person actually cares for you. He left so you can dry yourself and get dressed. After you did, you walked into his living room. Wandering around his place and found him in the kitchen. He had a pan of butter grilling, while he was cutting some freshly washed asparagus. "Hey, hope you like steak,' he said as you walked to his side. There was a plate of seasoned meat sitting next to the cutting board. "You're the whole package, huh. Everything a girl would hope for." He laughed softly, "hope she comes soon."

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You had slept at his place that night, after having a full tummy and a movie night on his couch. You got to talking. "Tell me a lie that you've told yourself all your life." He asked while putting an arm on the couch behind your back. You smile softly, "that we can't be friends. I should've given you a chance a long time ago." You laid your head against his arm, your body still facing him. "So you don't hate me anymore?" You didn't want to admit it so you just smiled and looked down.

"Say you hate me, y/n." You glared at him, challenge in your eyes. "Say it," he curved his head and gave you a stern look. You tried to lose your smile but laughed when you said, "I hate you." His tone was playful. "Say it like you mean it." A smile crept up on your lips, "I can't."

You two were silent now. "I don't hate you Lee know. I guess your charm has finally won me over." He pulled your body close to his, "good. We can finally be friends now, best friends." Your eyes began to drop, heavy with sleep, "Yeah, I would like that." You fell asleep. And woke up in his bed.

"Good morning sleepy head," he said sitting up. You stretched out, looking down at his hoodie. Forgetting that you had it. "What time is it?" You mumbled and rubbed your eyes. "Time to wake up," he said while grabbing his phone. "Look at this," he flashed a photo up at you, a picture of you lying on his chest. "Delete it," he shook his head. "It's my new wallpaper." You tackled him, attempting to snatch the phone out of his hand. You huffed once he shoved it into his bedside drawer. "Come here," he whispered and motioned to his lap. He pulled you over, and you laid onto him, straddling on him.

You set your head between the cradle of his neck and shoulder. Your arms resting around his neck. This feels nice. Comforting. "Thank you," you grazed your fingertips against his arms. His arms wrapped around your waist. "For what?" His chest flowed up and down, "for being here, with me." He hummed and traced his hand up your spine. "You're being so sweet all of a sudden." Your head slowly raised and your thumb lined his lips, "I'm just happy I have you." He looked at you suspiciously, "you want something don't you?"

Your eyes snapped up at him and he tilted his head in confusion. You smiled, he caught you, "feel like exploring?" He sighed and tried to look annoyed. He looked up at you with a soft look and stroked your cheek, "I didn't think you would want to do anything.. Aren't you tired?" You shook your head, you leaned forward to his neck. Removed his hands from your cheek and sprinkled kisses. He pulled back and you frowned, "I want you to do what I did for you the other day.. the stuff with my mouth?" His tongue rolled inside, along his cheek. He cheekily smiled, "You want me to do that to you?" You nodded your head and pouted.

"Aww, anything for you," he rolled you over onto your back. He pressed his lips against yours softly, igniting you. You pulled him to stay, gripping his sleeves. You moaned against his lips once you felt his hand pulling at your shorts. "I like seeing you in my clothes," he whispered against your lips. "I like being in them," you teased him back, "but I'd rather not have any on with you." He tilted his head once again in surprise. You took the opportunity to scatter your mouth against his neck. This time he cooperated. "You're becoming more and more like me."

You smiled against his neck and began to suck against the sensitive skin. He pulled away after a few seconds, he looked down at you, "oh so when you do it, it's okay?" You shrugged your shoulders, "you can do it to me if you want." He immediately got to action. He pressed his lips to your neck, you felt yourself flush. He sucking harshly and you winced softly, he kissed down your collarbones and lifted your shirt. Sucking on your breasts, it seemed it was letters of some sort.

He finally stopped after a while, he kissed your lips. "Ready?" You smiled and he crawled down your body. Your hands laid on your chest comfortably. Once his wet lips pressed against your inner thigh, you gasped. You almost closed your thighs in surprise. "Just relax for me, baby." You did and released the tension. He softly laid your legs onto his back. You could feel his hot breath on your core and it was driving you crazy. Finally, he set his lips onto you. Your hands crashed into his hair.

He kissed your clit softly causing your body to jolt. His eyes looked up at you, dark and sparkling. He looks perfect like this. You grab your phone from the bedside table, he put it there to you. A capture an array of pictures of him, "do I look pretty?" He asks and you nod your head. His tongue makes its way and pushes into you. The pressure building in your stomach. You set the phone down beside you. He attacked your clit again, sucking and kissing while his fingers entered inside you. It was too much, your body enjoyed it too much. You let go. Cracked.

You felt light headed, minutes, hours seemed to pass by in a second. "Holy shit, are you okay?" You nodded your head and a warm presence kissed your cheek. You cooled down and hugged his body close to yours. "Feel like going out tonight?" He asked softly, looking into your eyes lovingly. "Yeah, but I want more." You said as you pulled the covers over you two.

"I have nothing to wear!" You cried out in your closet. "You have plenty of clothes, you just went shopping." You searched in the pile of clothes on your floor, "I don't know if I want to wear a skirt or a dress or pants." He sighed heavily, "it's gonna rain tonight." You frowned and picked up a pair of pants, better to be comfy than cold. "I'll would wear a revealing top to better the outfit. But someone decided to leave hickeys that say MINE on me." You pulled out a shirt and showed him it. He crossed his arms, "wear what you want. I can fight."

You hit him with the shirt, "there will be no fighting tonight. I want just want to chill and enjoy a beer." You pull the clothes on quickly and turn to him, shooting him a look that says 'how do I took?' "You look beautiful," he cringes immediately after the compliment leaves his lips and you giggle to yourself. "Wow, can't say anything nice without cringing."

The party was pretty boring. No fights. No arguments. Just what you wanted. Just a night to chill with some friends and your brother. Chan questioned you about where you were, "you were gone the whole night." You pushed him away, "like you're not gone for days at a time. I had a rough night and crashed at a friend's." He seemed to believe you and moved on. It was technically true. Lee know is your friend.. friend with benefits? Fuck buddy? Best friend? One of those.

You walked over to a group where Lee know was chatting with his buddies. They tried to tease him by lifting up his shirt but he quickly dodged their attempts. "Come on guys. You know he doesn't like anyone touching or seeing his scar," Chan scolded. Your eyes darted to Lee know. He doesn't? But he let you, he didn't care when you saw him, saw his scar. When you traced your fingers along it. "Whatever, I need a drink." He walked away from the group and he grazed along your arm for you to follow. You did, and immediately questioned him, "I didn't know you didn't like when people touch you there." He didn't answer for a while. "I don't." You whispered softly to him as he grabbed a cup. "But you let me."

"Isn't it obvious y/n?" He took a big gulp out of his cup, chugging it down. "What is?" He looked into your eyes, searching for something, something that you should already know the answer to. "Never mind," he shook his head off and began pouring himself another drink. "No, what? Tell me." You snatched the cup out of his hands and he almost pouted. He leaned against the table, "I'd only let you because... I have a soft spot for you, I think you know the reason why." You blinked heavily, "but I want you to tell me, not for me to just guess." You looked down at the beer in your hands and took a small sip, it's bitter.

"I'll tell you later," he grabbed the cup back from you and took a sip. "You either tell me now or never." You walked away from him, he followed behind and you went outside. To have an actual private conversation. Its raining. You stopped at the end of the driveway, next to your brother's car, and awaited his answer. His hands were in his pockets and he stared at the ground. Water dripping down his hair and body naughtily. "So?" He looked up and shook his head, you sighed heavily. "God, you're such a coward." He furrows his brows, "excuse me?"

"You're a fucking coward. You talk all this nonsense saying you're sure about yourself and you're really not. You're pathetic." He raised his tone, "fine you really want to know?" You stood, wet, the question was seeping into your skin.

"I love you y/n."

You blinked a thousand times again. You stepped back and shook your head in disbelief. Disappointment. You both agreed that your relationship wouldn't go past any feelings. "Is that so hard to believe?" He said since you weren't saying anything. "I thought we agreed no strings attached, that this would never turn into something." He groaned and his hands flew up into his face, rubbing against it crazily. "How could you have not known, y/n? All these years I've waited for you, tried to get your attention just so you would look at me, like me!" You swallowed down a build up in your throat, feeling a heavy feeling. "It's you, y/n. It's always been you. Why can't you see it?"

"I don't chase girls, I never have. I never wanted to. But I'm chasing you." You fist your hands into a ball. He tries to approach you but you push him away. "Don't push me away," he pleads. "I'd like to go home now." You said bluntly. His eyes saddened, glassy with tears. You walked to his car, the rain was pouring down even harder. You turned angrily at him. "Why? Why now? Why did you never tell me this!" He shakes his head, "I didn't know how to say it." He paused. "But it's true, I love you y/n. And I never want to stop saying it." Tears begin to mix with the rain pouring down your cheeks. "I have loved you ever since I have known you."

"You're fucked up, you're fucking everything up!" He nodded his head and walked in a different direction, past you. You chased after him. "Don't walk away when I'm talking to you." He stopped next to his car, "what is there to talk about? I know you don't like me." The feeling in your chest was heavy, you know what you have to do. What to say. You find the words in your heart, you know what you feel for him. "I love you." He stops. "You're actually stupid if you don't realize how much I love you," you add and smile.

You look into his eyes, his mesmerizing eyes. "But I have to make sure, that you really do love me-" "yes." He cuts you off so sure of himself, like it's as easy as breathing. "Yes, I love you y/n," he runs up to you and involves you into a kiss. It's sweet and soft, butter against your lips. "There's never gonna be anyone but you." You smile, a smile so big and genuine, you feel as if you're floating. It dawns on you, "my brother is going to kill me when he finds out." He laughs against your lips, "don't worry about that."

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SKZ TROPE SERIES

Each story will have two tropes and w.c. of 10k!!!

Bangchan read here

~second chance, childhood love

Lee know read here

~enemies to lovers, fake dating

Changbin

~forbidden love, best friends sibling

Hyunjin

~one bed, academic rivals

Seungmin

~brothers rival, good boy x bad girl

Felix

~marriage pact, lovers in denial

Jisung

~secret identity-royalty, second chance

Jeongin

~star crossed lovers, right person wrong time ps they both die at the end

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TROPE SERIES: Bang Chan

Mama's boy/royalty pt.3

Pairing: childhood friend!Chan x female reader (reader has assigned name).

Trope: second chance, childhood love

Warnings: cursing, jealousy, slight angst, bullying, smut duh, unprotected sex (srry), oral sex, nicknames, blood and death.

w.c: 10 k

Has anyone told you to not trust boys? You learned that the hard way. You fell in love with one.

It didn’t happen all at once. It was all so innocent, simply a friendship in the beginning. That’s where you made the mistake, becoming friends with him.

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It was the first day of kindergarten, everything felt so new. You stood at the front of the gates, hand in hand with your father. You turned to him nervously, biting the inner corner of your cheek. He smiled reassuringly at you and squeezed your little hand. “It will be alright, you got this. Keep your head up.” He handed you your lunch pail and pinched your cheek teasingly, it hurt but in a way it helped you. Helped you to muster up the courage to march into the gates and begin a new start.

But as soon as you stepped near your class, you were pushed over. Your hands scraped across the pavement and you scrunched up your nose in pain. “Oops.” you turned your head to see the culprit, a boy laughing with his group of friends. He reached out his hand for you to grab and you hesitated. “Not gonna take it? Fine.” He kicked your lunch pail away, the food trampling out. He tugged on your pigtail, hard and pushed you over on your back. “From now on, I will make your life a living hell.” He licked the palm of his hand and smeared it across your face. You laid frozen as he walked away, tears flowing in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” A brown haired boy came running to you, he kneeled down next to you. He stuck out his hand, but you didn’t hesitate to take it. “Don’t cry,” he wiped a tear off your cheek. You stared at his reassuring look, his soft dimples really popped out to you. “Come on, let’s tell the teacher.” He held you the whole way, spoke for you about what happened when you couldn’t speak up. But what they said next, ruined you.

“Oh, he’s just a boy.” you were stunned. It felt wrong. Why would they dismiss it just like that? Just because he’s a boy? Because you did something to make him do it? No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t do anything for him to do that, for him to touch you in that way. He practically walked away with a slap on the wrist.

“I'm sorry about that,” the boy apologized to you. He held out a piece of licorice to see if it would make you feel better. “Why are you sorry? You weren’t the one who hurt me,” you took it and snapped off a piece with your mouth. He sighed heavily, “I just wish I could’ve done more to help.” You patted his back, “you did help, you saved me.” He smiled brightly at you, which made you smile. “Anyways, I’m Chan.” you cleared your throat, “I’m Vanessa.” He frowned and tilted his head, “I think I’ll call you Nessa instead.” You giggled, no one’s ever called you that before. He wrapped his pinky around his, “as long as I’m here, no one can hurt you.” you wanted to believe it, so you did.

Although it didn’t get better. You dreaded each day of elementary school, you were constantly bullied by that boy. Theo was his name. Chan tried his best to save you. You appreciated him so much. He was the light at the end of the cold, dark tunnel. But remember that teacher? You found out that was his mother. She always seemed to have something against you. Even though they lived next door, you weren't allowed over. But he always came to yours.

Chan had invited you over for a playdate once for the first time. Which ended up being your last. You were eating cookies on his bedroom floor when she stormed in. She snatched the cookie from your hand and demanded you go home. She said, “you’re damaged goods.” Which at the time you didn’t know what she meant. But now you realized she was talking about that incident. But, there was a time where Chan and you didn’t talk.

“Chan!” You ran over to him, your backpack flinging side to side with your movements. “Look what I got you~” You said in a singsong voice and pulled out a cup that had Spider-Man on it. You expected him to be beaming with joy, but he wasn’t. He stared at it with no expression and then changed his gaze to the side. “I can’t talk to you anymore.” Your hands dropped to your side, cup in hand and your face frowned. “Why?” His eyes flickered behind you, and you turned to see his mom standing with her arms crossed, glaring at you. You turned back around to look at him, he couldn’t look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry Nessa.” He walked to his mom and she patted his head and pushed him in front of her, leaving you alone with the cup.

After that, everything got worse. You were bullied even worse, and you still held onto hope that one day, Chan would come to your rescue. But it faded as you were kicked and slapped by those boys. Your worst nightmare, provided by Theo, came true. “You’re pathetic!” Kick. “No one wants to be your friend.” Spit. “Not even Chan. Your true love!” He laughed and mocked you. You guess you blacked out once you felt a blow to your head. You felt yourself wake up, but your eyes did not open, but you were aware of your body. “Please be okay,” you heard a sob and recognized the voice. Chan. His arms were around yours, holding you tight.

“Will she be okay?” you heard a male voice and didn’t recognize it. “Move aside, let me help her.” He let go of you and your eyes fluttered open. You gasped hard at the stranger in front of you. You screamed, “stay away!” You crawled away and cradled yourself . “Nessa, it’s okay. It’s just your dad.” you stared at him in disbelief. “What do you want?” His dad sighed and approached cautiously, “we’re just gonna dress your wounds.”

He walked you home after, holding you up. How the heck are you gonna explain what happened to your parents? “What am I gonna say to them?” Chan shook his head, he had no idea either. “I had no idea what to do earlier. your dad is a doctor and I didn’t know who else to call for help.” You broke away from his hold. “You don’t have to tell me anything.” You began to walk on your own up the driveway when he stopped you. “I still wanna be friends with you.” you stopped in your tracks and looked at him with disgust. “Why now?” He rocked himself back and forth while keeping his head down, “I didn’t know what to do. I always listen to your mom.” you rolled your eyes and scoffed, and was about to say a smart remark but he beat you to it. “But I don’t want to anymore. All you want, more than anything, is to be your friend.”

He picked up his head and his pinky rose. “I swear to be your friend, now and forever.” It was cheesy and made you cringe, but also made you smile. You walked over and entangled yours with his. “Friends.” You felt a sudden urge to kiss his cheek, so you leaned forward and tried to peck his cheek. But he turned suddenly and your lips pushed into his. Your first kiss. You jumped back and then you heard the door open, your parents gasp. Right. Now to explain the cuts. They ran to you and cautiously examined me. You simply told them, “I had a little spar with a girl.” They stared at each other and chose to believe you. They led you back inside and before you entered your house, you made sure to wake Chan goodbye. He waved back with a silly grin and you knew everything would go back to normal.

But it didn’t, after a short 6 years. He moved away to Korea, and the only life you knew was gone. “I don’t want you to go!” You cried in his arms, begging him. You were shaking and holding onto him with the hope of convincing him. “I have to Nessa,” you shook your head no and sobbed. “My mom insists I have to go. Please understand,” he holds onto you equally hard as you. You look up at him, his dimples as prominent as ever. “I’ll be back by the time we go to highschool, I promise.” He held his pinky out to me, and you tied yours around his. “You better.”

You had a very hard time during those years. The bullying didn’t stop until something happened. Surprisingly Theo left you alone. His goons didn’t but he didn’t engage in any action towards you. But you remember a day, you had come home with bruises from them. It was your 7th grade year. He had watched and stood away from engaging. After they were done with you, he stayed standing above you. You were crying and holding your wounds, you glared at him. “What did you ever do to you?!” You trembled as he stepped towards you. “Why do I deserve this?” He tried to reach out for you but you backed away in fear. “I’m sorry, we’ll leave you alone.” He kept his word, he left you alone and so did his friends from ever uttering your name again.

When you came home, your parents were furious. They had a huge fight, saying things like, “this is all your fault our daughter is like this!” “You don’t know what I’ve been doing for her!” You walked away and waited outside for the arguing to stop. You sat on the grass and watched the sunset, your favorite thing to do since you were a child with Chan. But he’s gone now. Because of his mom. You checked your messages, and he texted you a few minutes ago.

Me 2:05pm

Have you made friends yet?

Channie<3 2:36pm

Yeah, I have

There’s this one girl who sat by me in class today.

She's really nice and gave you half of her lunch since I love triangle kimbap :)

She asked me to hangout after school tmrw

You stared at the message and had this terrible feeling grow in your heart. You felt as if you were going to throw up. You clocked your phone off and clenched it, a girl huh? Will she be your replacement? You can’t think like that. You’ll answer him later.

“Nessa!” you shuddered at the name. No one’s called you that since he did. You turned to see Chan’s mom, Celeste, calling you over. Your heart dropped and your fists clenched as you faked a smile. She took it as an invitation to come over to you. “Oh my! What happened to you!” You have no idea how much you hate this woman. She sighed heavily, “I wanted to apologize for your past mistakes..” you stood confused, she wants to apologize? “I never should’ve treated you that way and you want to make it up to you.” you sighed, listening to her. Her head tilts to the side and she looks around, “Why don’t you come inside?” That was the last place you wanted to be. You hear a glass shatter from inside your house and close your eyes at the thought. But you needed someone. You needed to be anyplace that could get your mind off things. You nod your head and follow her.

She motions for you to sit at the chair in front of her. You sit reluctantly and she sits across from you. “Are you having problems at school, Nessa?” You rolled your eyes, “are you trying to play the concerned neighbor? What exactly do you want?” She laughed to herself and set her cupped hands on the table. “You’re smart, you knew I had a motive.” You nod your head and shoot her a glare saying ‘get on with it.’ “I have this side gig now, it will train you physically to be a so-called bounty hunter. It pays good money and I think it would help with your situation.” You bit your bottom lip, this would lead you to beat people up and one day. Have to kill someone for money. She reaches for your hand on the table, “you don’t have to make a decision now. I’m asking for a lot.” You clench your hand under hers. “Will you promise not to force you to do anything you won’t want to?” She sits back and thinks for a while, then she says, “deal. I won’t force anything on you.”

I paused, “I don’t think it would be good for me.” she frowned and clicked her tongue. “I know Chan would’ve liked that we get along. This could’ve been our chance..” she sighed and sat back in her chair. You fidgeted and thought, then came to a conclusion. “Fine, I’ll do it.” She gave you the details, you would meet up at her house after school and she would take you to a training place. You described it to your parents as tutoring since she was a teacher and you needed extra help. It was all a lie. You tried to keep in contact with Chan afterwards. But after you found out news about the new girl, you didn’t want to talk to him.

Me 6:56pm

Ugh I’m so tired from today.

Channie 9:17pm

Were you working out?

Me 9:20pm

Something like that

How’s Korea going?

Channie 9:24pm

Omg I totally forgot to tell you!

Me 9:27pm

Tell me

Channie 9:33

I started dating that girl, yk the one who shared her lunch with me

Anyways you found out we have a lot in common

Her name’s soojin

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You decided not to answer him. The news shattered me. You cried for days in secret. You trained at your hardest and used that pain to get you through everything. Fuck him.

The training was extreme; One day, you felt your emotions really hard. “Harder!” She yelled and you kicked with force. “Harder!” you kicked one again with more force. “Harder Nessa!” you kicked your hardest and began panting. She got in your face and started to scream, “that’s what you call a kick? How pathetic, you’re better than this!”

“I’m trying ma’am.” She scoffed and laughed as if you told a hilarious joke. “You’re not trying hard enough.. you’re weak! An embarrassment if you ever think that’ll be good enough!” You took the words to heart. You shook your head as tears began to pile up. “I am good enough-“ She pushed you back a little, “no you’re not!” your anxiety and fear turned into anger. It began to build. “My son would never want anyone like you!” You screamed and kicked with full force, the bag broke off the hook and landed on the floor. The spot where you kicked, broken in and fabric falling out.

You breathed heavily and she applauded, “see what happens when you use your emotions? You get better. No need to be afraid of them.” That was the first lesson she taught me. The next training for years was learning to fight, flexibility training, weapons mastery, and horrible endurance training. Putting you under water for minutes to build up your breath-holding skills, running in rain and heat, learning to take hits, and the most important lesson. Loyalty training which had you under torturing mechanisms.

The training definitely helped you defend yourself better. It also grew your confidence and helped you establish yourself. You were a high performing student, having the best grades and always having an honor roll. You grew into your looks and explored styles and makeup. Perfecting it during those three years. You realized you had truly evolved at one of your training sessions.

Chan’s mom, Celeste always admired you after you excelled. “Perfect, Nessa. You’ve really turned into a prodigy.” And always after that, she would slither off into meetings. You felt real progress and extreme satisfaction with yourself. You had grown really close to Celeste as after training she would take you out. You were the daughter she never had. At dinner you had asked her about Chan. She frowned, “I can’t say anything about his situation since he’s in Korea but.. You can say you don’t approve of this supposed relationship of his.” You choked on your soda. You cleared your throat and smiled, “you know about it?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, “of course I do. You know everything. But when he comes back and still with said girlfriend. It won’t last, trust me.”

You giggled, knowing that she doesn’t approve. Because you know she’ll do everything in her power to ensure it. He’s a mama's boy, he’ll do anything she says. You were assigned your first job, in eighth grade. To find and capture a man, no one would suspect a child like you to do it. But you successfully did, and you became one of the best bounty hunters she had. And the youngest. your jobs would be easy, you would always get them done like nothing. But you realized outside of doing this job. You had nobody. You expressed your feelings to Celeste. She understood you and never made you feel that you didn’t matter. The next day, you came to find a boy standing in your training spot. You recognized him, he was Chan’s friend when you weren’t talking. The ray of sunshine. What would he be doing here?

Celeste called you to her and the boy turned to you, “Felix this is Nessa. Your mentor.” you looked at her in disbelief. Mentor? He smiled brightly at you, practically blinding you. “Hi,” he said and you smiled back at him awkwardly. You nodded your head and Celeste grinned, “you will be working together from now on. So, best get to know each other.” You bit the inside of your cheek, looks like she intended for him to be with you, so you’re no longer lonely. She walked away and patted your back. He smiled awaiting your attention. “First thing, you’re gonna have to get rid of that smile.” He frowned immediately, “wouldn’t it be more convincing that I was good?” You shook your head, “you’re trying to go unnoticed, not show off your charisma.”

“So you think I have charisma?” You ignored him and led him to the mat. “Come on, show you what you got.” He stood confused and uncomfortable. “You want me to fight you? But you’re a girl.” You smirked and charged at him, dropping down and sliding against the floor, hooking his leg and down he went. He slammed against the mat with a groan and gripped his shoulder. “First lesson, it doesn’t matter who your target is. You get the job done.” He jumped up and assumed a fighting stance. You adjusted his arms, “sloppy.” You brought them up and gave it a stern shake, “this needs to be strong. The basics need to be laid down correctly or you will practice it wrong.”

He looked fondly into your eyes, which made you freeze. “Chan was an idiot to leave you.” you dropped down again and swiped his leg. But this time he didn’t budge and dodged you. He smirked and brought you up by your chin, “I won’t make the same mistake.” you shoved him off, “No more talking from you.” He sighed and crossed his arms, trying to flex them. “You know, I do taekwondo.” you tilted your head and scoffed, “but still you got dropped down by me.” His tongue rolled between his bottom teeth and lips then it grew into a smile. This was the beginning of a great friendship.

Once highschool came around, you were no longer that shaken little girl. You knew exactly who you were and no one could stop you. You got up that morning with a pep in your step which sounds corny, you know. But you were truly happy with yourself . You curled your hair, put on a full face of makeup and a streetwear fit. You kissed your mom good-bye as your dad wanted to drive you to school. It’s his own tradition to drive you on your first-days. “Looks like someone is moving in next door.” You looked over at what was Chan’s house. You saw a moving van outside and shrugged it off, not thinking about it again on the way to school. Once you pulled up, he gave you that reassuring pinch on your cheek and told me, “keep your head up sweetie.”

And you did, until you saw him.

He was facing away from you, chatting to a group of people whose faces were full of amazement. Figures. He was always the joy of the group. You didn’t recognize him at first, until he turned his head slightly. Those soft dimples you know out of anywhere. You froze in your spot as you stared at him. But you were interrupted when you noticed stares at you. Whispering and pointing at me. “Who’s she?” “She’s gorgeous?” “Is she new?” You realized, they weren’t judging you. They were admiring you.

“Vanessa?” Your name was called from the group talking to Chan. He turned and his mouth dropped in shock. You realized who called your name was Theo, seriously? You decided maybe you should say hi to Chan, as you were walking. You were blocked by a tall boy. “Excuse me, you think you’re really pretty. Could you have your number?” you laughed slightly in shock and looked at his phone. “I don’t have a phone.” He smiled at you awkwardly and walked away. Barf. You looked back at Chan who had a look you’ve never seen on his face before.

He looks so different. His hair is dyed blond and his skin is so white now. Nothing like the younger him you knew. Then again, you don’t look the same either. You see Felix waving to you in the distance and you brighten up. You begin walking to him, Theo tries to walk up to you but you walk the opposite direction and flip him off. The group laughs as he stands stunned, watching you walk away. You walked to Felix and he put his arm around you. You looked back at Chan, who was glaring, not at you but Felix.

The rest of the day was boring, zero classes with Felix or Chan. First days are always filled with introduction games or dumb lectures. You sat waiting by a tree, a bench was next to it. Painted by the equality for all club with a rainbow. But you stood standing as you scrolled on your phone, waiting for your dad to pick you up. You texted Felix but he had already gone home and you sat unsatisfied. Just then your dad texted you to walk home due to him being stuck at work. It’s only 2 miles. You heard a bunch of cheering and screaming from a car, a white convertible car with the girl you fought with in middle school. She claimed you wanted her man.

“Why don’t we like them?” You jumped and turned to see Chan standing next to you. You looked around and stood cautiously away from him. “You were kinda glaring at them,” he took a step forward out of the tree’s shadow, the sun hitting his eyes. Your heart began to speed up, your words were taken away. “It’s just some middle school stuff,” you worded simply and adjusted your bag. He nodded his head and bit the inside of his cheek, “I guess I missed a lot. Didn't I?” You sighed heavily, “you did.” His lips moved to the side and you watched his eyes scan you, head to toe. “Well, I kept my promise. I came back.” You shook your head and bit your bottom lip, “you just came too late. I’d forgotten all about you.” You saw him practically crumble from your words, but you couldn’t care less and tried to leave him there. You had more important things. But he stopped you.

“I know about your relationship with my mom.” You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned to him. “I know you’re working for her… really, Nessa?” You sighed heavily and tried to calm your building anger, “you have no right to judge me. You have no idea what I’ve been through. I did what I did to keep me sane.” You continued to walk and he followed close behind. He didn’t say anything and just followed you. Until you got to the front door of your house.

Maybe you were too harsh. But what did he expect? That you’d welcome him with open arms and you’d pretend those three long years never happened? No way. Your head wasn't in the right space. “Hey,” you turned around to him standing nearby. “Can I speak my mind and bother you for a second?” You sighed, “you always bother me but go ahead.” He smiled and his hands cupped nervously in his lap. “I felt like our conversation earlier ended badly.” You raised an eyebrow at him, and shook your head. He followed you home for this?

“What did you expect Chan? That I would come back running to you?” He turned his body fully to you, “yes I actually did. I thought we had something.” You stood up fully and your voice was getting louder, “we had a friendship which ended the day your mommy told you to leave.” He scoffed, “I tried to stay connected with you. I called and texted you but you never answered.” You walked away from the porch and vented out to him, “I didn’t want to affect your perfect life over there. I thought you would be better off without me which actually was the truth. I couldn’t tell you anything I was going through because you wouldn’t understand from a thousand miles away! You weren’t here for me! I was alone!”

Tears filled up in your eyes and you tried to blink them away. But they poured down your cheeks. He was about to speak when a voice came from behind you. “Nes?” you turned to see Felix coming out of your house. “Baby, what’s wrong?” One thing, you forgot to mention.

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It was last month, during the summer. Felix and you were training together, a secret one. It was late at night and no one else was there. We were wrestling and trying moves on each other. A certain move would accidentally drop us both to the ground. We laid laughing as we stayed on the floor. We both grew quiet as we stared into each other's eyes. Our breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling and it seemed time had stopped. your heart was beginning to race, not because of the training, but because of how you felt for him. “I wanna take you out on a date.”He snapped you back into reality and you sat up quickly.

“What?” you mumbled and he sat up cautiously. He softly took your hand in his, “I really like you Nes.” Nes was the nickname he decided was fit for you. You didn’t mind it. “I want to be with you, if you want that too.” He had grown too as you did. He dyed his hair blond and his skin had lightened but still a perfect tan. His freckles popped out extremely like stars. You looked at your hands, his entangled with mine.. “no.” You declined him because you still had feelings for Chan and you explained that to him. He respected it but started calling you a new nickname, cry baby. For your unrequited love for Chan.

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He looked at Chan then you, he immediately eloped you in his arms to protect you. Which you gladly sobbed into. “I think you need to go, Chan.” But Chan didn’t, he glared at him. “I’m not the problem here.” You tightly gripped Felix’s shirt to not engage. Which he didn’t but Chan continued, “so I go away for a while and you jump onto your best friend? How desperate are you?” You felt Felix’s chest begin to puff up with rage. “You were the idiot to leave her in the first place. I would never treat her the way you did.” Chan stepped closer which caused you to push him back, “back off. You don’t get to do this.” you grabbed Felix’s hand and pushed him inside.

You turned to Chan. “I can’t believe you..” He muttered and you nearly spat your words at him. “I don’t even know why you're mad. Felix is just my best friend and he’s been here for me. Why can’t you just respect that?” The look in his eyes has returned, hope. But you didn’t stay around to see it. You went inside. You went into your bedroom where you told Felix how you felt about Chan currently, you hate him. He understood you. There was no judgment from him. He trusted you and reminded you that he’s here for you. It made you feel better, your phone began to ring and you saw it was Celeste. “Nessa!” She snapped as you answered the phone. Right, your job.

She explained exactly what you needed to do and who your target was. But, to do it alone. You hadn’t done one by yourself in a long time, Felix is your partner. You explain to Felix you need to do the job and you leave. Your head wasn’t in the right space. You made a big mistake and you paid the price.

Your target was prepared but you managed to get him trapped on the rooftop. He did not go down without a fight. He was aggressive and knocked you down multiple times. We were near the ledge and you messed up. You kicked him too hard, which he went toppling over the ledge. You had killed the person you were after. The one thing you promised yourself you wouldn’t do. You had no choice but to run to Celeste. It was pouring but it didn’t bother you. You knocked impatiently at her door. Only for it to be opened by Chan.

“Nessa? What are you doing here?” You pushed past him and yelled out, “Celeste!” She came from the kitchen and you ran to her, hugging her tightly. “I messed up. I messed up really bad!” She ordered Chan upstairs as you cried into her chest. But he wouldn’t budge as you sobbed out what happened to her. “I messed up really bad, I killed him. I don’t ever want to do this again, I’m done with bounty hunting.” You felt her head move towards Chan, she forced you to look up at her. “I’ll take care of it, I’ll protect you. I promise.” She broke the hold to call someone. “Chan, stay with her.” She walked into the other room and you heard hushed yelling from her.

The feeling began to seep in. “I need to go home,” you spoke aloud. “Yeah, I’ll take you. Come on,” he laid a sweater around your shoulders. He led you by your hand and walked you over to your house. You stopped at your door and reached for the handle. But you paused before opening. “Chan?” He jumped eagerly in your direction, “yes?” You sighed softly, “do you wanna come inside? I don’t wanna be alone.” He stepped closer and smiled softly, “I would love to, whatever you need.”

You led him inside and saw your parents cuddling on the couch. “Hey Chan, it’s been a while!” He smiled and said hello. “We’re just gonna be in my room.” They looked at each other and smirked, “just like old times. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Your dad teased you and you smiled awkwardly. Chan laughed softly to himself as you led him upstairs. You opened the door to your room and left it open. He walked in cautiously, analyzing every part. “It looks the same but so different,” he mumbled to himself. You sat on the edge of your bed and grabbed your computer. “I just have to send something. Sit anywhere you’d like.” You were typing what happened to Felix on an undetectable site and glanced up at Chan.

He hasn’t sat down but keeps circling the room. He stopped at your photo wall. Partially at photos of you and Felix. You sent the message and closed the app. “The memories, right?” You got up and joined his side. You pointed out a photo of you and him, “we were so tiny.” He smiled and took the pin off, he held the photo close to his face. “This is the only picture you have of us on the wall.” You were silent. It seems he took it to heart about all the pictures of you and Felix. It was nothing personal. He walked over to your desk and sat in your chair. He laid the photo in his lap, “I’m sorry about earlier. You just-“ He sighed heavily, not having the words. So you filled it in for him, “you just thought you would stay by myself. Be lonely for those three years of suffering?.. I had to do something Chan.”

He got up softly and gently spoke to you, as if you could break at any second. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve come back sooner.” You couldn’t speak, you were choked up on your words, surprised as tears built up in your eyes. His face is distraught and his eyes are so compelling, so pitiful. “Why?” He cupped your face with his hands, holding you tight. “Why? I would’ve come back if you just said the words.” You let the tears drip in his hands and looked at him, “I couldn’t…” His eyes scanned your face, awaiting words of relief. “I know you didn’t love me the way I did.” Your words were broken and he shook his head, tears filling up in his eyes. He didn’t respond, just let tears flow down. “I loved you all those years, you couldn’t understand but I did. Truly.” You didn’t give him a chance to speak or respond. You pushed his hands on your face and he tried to get ahold of you again. “Just don’t.”

He gave up and you turned away, facing your bed. “I think you should go, Chan.” He shook his head, “you said you didn’t want to be alone.” You felt his presence get closer. “I’m okay,” you said unconvincingly. “No, you’re not. Don’t lie to me.” He laid his hand on your shoulder but you shrugged him off. He backed off finally and you reached for your phone. You turned slightly to see him just standing there as you dialed Felix’s number. You brought the phone up to your ear and he answered, “can you come over? I need you.” Once Chan heard those words, his face winced and he walked out. The memories of you saying those words to him once, now turned into you saying it to Felix broke him. Felix showed up 15 minutes later, he held you to sleep with no questions asked. He just did what you needed.

You went to school the next day reluctantly. You put on your poker face and tried to seem normal. You ran into the boy from the other day. “Hey, you just wanted to let you know there’s a party tomorrow to celebrate the first week of school.” It was already Thursday. You nodded your head in response and he moved on after that. You felt so drained, you don’t think you’ve felt like this in forever. Felix stayed by your side all day but it didn’t make you feel better. You went home feeling so tired. All you wanted was your bed. Until that plan was interrupted. You were laying under the sheets when a hand caressed your arm. “Nessa,” she softly spoke to you. “It’s Celeste. You need to get out of bed sweetie.” You shook your head and stayed under.

You heard footsteps and assumed she left. But you felt your legs get grabbed and you were pulled off the bed. You launched to the ground with a loud thud and you groaned. “Really, Celeste?” You grumpily got up from the pile of sheets that fell with you and threw it back on your bed. “I tried the nice way but you asked for it.” You stood with your arms crossed. She walked forward and wrapped her arms around you. “I took care of it. Don’t worry about it, mistakes happen.” You took your head off her chest and looked up at her. “I don’t want to be a bounty hunter anymore.” Her expression was emotionless, “I cleaned up your mess but you will not make it again. Understood?” She ignored you once again. You nodded your head in fear. She sighed and sat on your bed. “Maybe all this boy drama is making you hazy. We best take care of that, maybe Felix has to go.” Go? Like, kill him? you know she’s capable of it.

“What if I stopped being his partner or his friend?” She jittered her bottom jaw and nodded her head, “maybe.” You don’t want to. You don’t want him to get hurt. But you have to do what’s best for him. Because you love him. You called him with the news and tried to be as blunt as possible. He begged and begged you but all you could say was no. You told him one day you would come back to him, but just not now. “Please just wait for me.” You nearly sobbed out loud to him, he was crying his heart out. You had to break away and leave him like that. That was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. He was taken out of being your bounty hunter partner. You were back to being lonely.

“Hey,” Celeste came up to you the next day after school. When you were reading on the porch. “Why don’t you come to mine for a bit. We should talk.” Your legs moved on their own even though your head was screaming not to go. She sat you down on the kitchen island and dragged a mug of hot chocolate for you. “I’m sorry that stuff ended with Felix but it had to be that way.” You heard a creak from around the corner and looked, nothing… You focused back on her. “We should talk about our work.” There’s absolutely nothing to talk about, you’ve made up your mind and won’t tolerate it anymore. “I meant what I said, I’m done with bounty hunting.” Her phone began to ring and she hurriedly rose, “imma take this in the office, I’ll be back.” Her shoes clicked against the marble floor and you heard the door shut.

“Nessa,” you jumped in your seat and turned quickly. “Chan, you scared me.” He walked to you and sipped on your hot chocolate which made you frown. “So,” he licked off the frosting from his upper lip. “You and my mom are close, huh?” Luckily, you were prepared for this question. “She just helped me through a hard time, your parents were fighting a lot during middle school. She was my escape.” He sighed, “I really do wish I was there for you.” you laid your hand on his, “don't worry about it.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile which he took. “About what you said, about loving me… just know I loved you too.” Your heart skipped a beat, your childhood love telling you he loved me.

“And…” His eyes scanned your face for disgust or discomfort but there wasn’t. “I think I'm still in love with you.” He snapped you back into this reality. You can’t believe everything he says. It’s too soon. “Don’t be.” You sighed out loud and got up. “Tell Celeste thanks for coco, imma go home.” You opened his front door but he called out for me. He held out his phone, “I didn’t know if you changed your number or not.” you stared at it, “I didn’t. You made sure I didn’t change it, for you.” His eyebrows lifted up and his mouth moved to speak but you left before he could stop you again. He texted you an hour later.

Chan 6:37pm

Hey

Me 6:45pm

Chan 6:48pm

You really didn’t change your number..

Me 6:52pm

I didn’t

Chan 6:55pm

I want things to be like they used to be

Me 6:59pm

Maybe one day

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I decided not to show up at school the next day. Celeste spotted you at home and called you. “And why aren’t you at school?” You sighed heavily and rubbed your forehead. “I didn’t feel like it.” She tsked her tongue and mentions, “Chan keeps mentioning about a big party tonight. You should go. Make friends and try to have fun.” You checked the time, 5:00. Party’s at 8. “Why not?”

You got ready but decided to style yourself differently. Revealing outfit, short skirt. Host half and down with curls. And jewels highlighting your eyes and some on your skin. Your skin was smooth and you felt beautiful, which you were. It was 7:30 and you put on your heels as the finishing touch. You called an Uber and snuck out. You were about to enter the Uber when you heard your name called, “Nessa!” Chan. Looking handsome as ever. Dressed in all black, his physique showing through a sheer shirt. You nearly fainted at the sight.

His eyes scanned you from head to toe. “Where have you been?” He walked over to you. You had to make an excuse more reasonable than that you weren’t feeling it. “At the doctors.” His eyebrows furrowed and he looked worried, “When? Why?” You sighed, “don’t worry I’m all good. As you can see,” you twirled around for him and he smiled. “I’m going to this party your mom told me about, and said she heard about it from you.” He nodded and licked his lips, “why don’t we go together?” You rocked on it and looked back at the Uber. “Sure.”

You slid all the way to the door and he pulled in next to you. The Uber began to drive since you had given the address prior. Chan peered out the window and would occasionally glance at you, which you caught every time. You felt bold, you laid your legs onto his lap softly. He smiled over to you slightly and laid his hand on your legs. The warmth of his hand was driving you crazy, you wanted him to move his hand lower and lower but he wouldn’t budge. “Do you know anyone going to the party?” You asked and he nodded, “some of my buddies.” You sighed heavily and bit your bottom lip, “I don’t. Felix would go to these things with me but I stopped being friends with him.”

“Is that so?” There was a glint in his eyes and he tried to cover his rising smile. You knew it made him happy to think Felix wasn’t in the picture but you were still sore from it. You shortly arrived and immediately started to think about why the hell you came. You both exited and his friends came running to him. Patting his back and asking if he wants something to drink. Then they all turned to you. “Chan, who’s this?” One of the boys asked. Chan stuttered to say who you were and answered for him annoyed, “I just gave him a ride. Imma go.” His face dropped slightly as you walked away. You suddenly needed a drink.

The music was loud and deafening. But you searched endlessly for a drink. Finding one in the kitchen. “Uh, I wouldn’t drink that.” A familiar voice said and you looked over your shoulder to see Felix. “Here, let me.” You started relentlessly as he poured you a drink. He handed it to you with a smile. You felt immediately worse and stared at your drink. “What’s wrong?” He pushed your hair back from your face and you sucked in a breath. “Why are you being so nice to me?” He looked hurt that you would even ask that, “because in my heart, you’re still my best friend Nes.” Those words shattered your mind.

“Do you wanna go talk somewhere private?” He nodded his head yes and you led him away from the crowds. But you had no idea where to go and he pulled you into a room and closed the door. It was definitely more quiet there. You chugged down the drink he gave you and tried to form the words to explain what happened. “I know, Celeste put you up to it.” But he understood without you even saying anything, by simply looking into your eyes. You melted in his sight. “And it’s okay, I forgive you.” You pulled him into a hug and tried to memorize this embrace. To never forget it. “I swear, Lix. I’ll make it up to you.” Your phone began to ring and you pulled away from Felix slightly.

You looked down to see Chan calling you. You reluctantly answered and sat down on the bed as Felix stayed in the same spot. “Hey I’m kinda busy right now.” He was silent for a few seconds and questioned, “are you with Felix?” You laughed softly as you stared at Felix across from you. “Maybe… I’m having a great time with him. He’s practically begging me to strip.” You joked and Felix laughed softly. His voice turned aggressive and dark, “Don’t piss me off.” You were taken aback by this new version of him. You laughed practically in his face. “Where the fuck are you?” You bit back a laugh, “why don’t you come find me?”

You hung up and knew it made him angry. But you enjoyed the rush from it, it made you feel powerful that you had this much power over him. But you felt tired. “God these heels are killing me.” You reached to take them off but Felix beat you to it. “Let me,” he kneeled on the ground and took off one shoe. Immediate relief and you threw your head back with a sigh. And then the other came off. Sigh. Bang. Chan. He stormed into the room and pushed Felix to the side. “What the hell, Chan?” Felix said as he got up from the floor. “What the fuck are you doing?” He pulled you off the bed and held you close, by your waist. He stroked your face and cupped your cheeks as he stared at you.

“You’re okay? You’re okay right?” He whispered so softly to you, you almost didn’t hear it. “I’m fine Chan, let me go.” You pulled away from him and grabbed your shoes. “God, must you be so jealous? I was just taking off her shoes,” Felix explained. “I’m not jealous. I just was making sure no one was taking advantage of her while she’s drunk.” You put your shoes on as they continued to argue. You were getting tired of this whole situation. “Okay, enough! Nothing happened… I would like to go home now.” “I’ll take you,” they said in unison. You rolled your eyes and pushed past them both. They called your name out but you needed to get away. Away from them and their jealousy with each other.

You ran out to the front of the party and saw a man smoking near his car, Theo. You were desperate and a little drunk, you needed to escape. You ran to him, “is this your car?” He blew out a puff and nodded his head, “what’s it to you?” The familiar attitude and tone screeched in your ears, he will never change. You heard your name being called once again, “let’s get out of here.” He smirked and threw his cigarette on the floor, crushing the fire out. You ran over to the passenger side and entered inside, once he entered he turned on the engine and drove away. You looked out the window as Chan and Felix stood watching you leave.

“So, where to?” You sighed heavily and crossed your ankles. “My house, it's on-” He cut you off mid sentence, “yeah, I know where your house is, I toilet-papered it a couple times.” You got enraged as you realized. During the first year of middle school, every month on the 1st, toilet paper would appear thrown around your yard and house. You didn’t assume it was him when you should’ve. “OMG, THAT WAS YOU?!” You yelled and sat back angrily in your chair and he laughed, a genuine laugh. “My bad, I didn’t realize how much of an asshole I was to you back then.” At least he got that right. “It’s in the past, forget it.”

He rolled up shortly after that and put the car in park. He looked over at you as you stared through the front window. “I really am sorry you know, for everything.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek and sighed, “I know. I forgive you.” You opened the car door, “thanks for the ride,” and left. You walked slowly to your room to not wake your parents up. You went into your room and threw off your heels, flopping on your bed. “Nessa,” you jumped up and grabbed your secret knife under your pillow, and held it up to the person. “Chill, it’s just me,” he threw his hands up. “God, Chan. What are you doing here?” You sat up in the bed and he cautiously sat at the edge. “I came to check up on you, make sure we’re okay.” You laid the knife on your bedside table. “Yeah, um, I just needed to get away from all that drama.”

He laid his hands in his lap neatly, “I'm not proud about all of that. I’m sorry. Give me a second chance to prove myself.” When will you ever stop apologizing to each other? “Don’t apologize just- come here.” You crawled over to him and pulled him down onto his back. He laid still as you laid onto his shoulder and circled his chest. Just like you used to. You felt so warm and safe in his arms, you suddenly remember why you fell for him. And you know you never want to lose him. “Chan?” You whispered softly and he responded, “Hmm?” You love him, you realized. You still do want to be with him. You remember what he said, that he loved you too, and all the nervous butterflies and aching stomach faded. “I love you.” You felt the rise and fall of his chest stop and he froze. He sat up and you were forced to as well.

“You’re still not drunk right?” You laughed and shook your head, “no.-” He pressed his lips against yours suddenly, but you weren’t complaining. His lips were soft against yours and he tasted like pure bliss. He devoured you whole like he was starved. His tongue slipped in and he groaned in content, finally gaining something he craved for so long. He pulled away from you reluctantly, and the way he looked at you, is the way every girl wants to be looked at. “Do you really love me?” You straddled into his lap, his arms were by his side while you adjusted yourself. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned in close to his ear. “Without a doubt,” you began to rock your hips against his length.

A string of curses left his mouth. His hands stayed by his side, reluctant to touch you without permission. “Say you love me back, Channie.” You slid off of him teasingly. “I love you.” You slid down a strap. “I love you.” Off the shirt went. “I love you.” Off your skirt went. “I love you.” And back onto him you went. His cheeks began to redden. You led his hands onto your body, placing them on your breasts. “You want to fuck me Channie?” He sighed heavily as you rocked your hips again. “Please? Please, please. I promise I’ll be so good to you, baby.”

You smirked and laughed softly in delight. “I’m all yours baby.” He flipped you on your back. He stepped back to pull his shirt over his head. You admired him, he’s beautiful. A perfect physique and he’s all yours. He yanked at his waist band and you sucked in a breath. You teasingly spread your legs open as you sat on your elbows. “Come on Channie. You’re taking too long.” You licked your fingers and softly stroked against your panties. His eyes turned lustful and full of desire. He pulled his pants down and you saw his bulge peeking through his underwear. He slowly walked over to you and pulled your legs down to the edge of the bed.

“Let me see your pretty face, hm?” He pushed your hair behind your ears which made you flustered. He hooked a finger into your panties, and pulled it all the way off. You shut your legs and it angered him, “don’t you dare.” He reopened your legs harshly and you have to admit, you like being manhandled. “Take this off, princess.” He motioned to your bra. The nickname sent a wave of emotions over you, easily becoming your favorite thing to be called. You pulled off your bra and threw off the side of the bed. He pushed you down softly and you laid down. He slowly got down to his knees, making eye contact with you the whole time. He stuck out his tongue and licked a stripe up your core.

It instantly hit you, the pleasure of it all and you moaned. He set your legs onto his shoulders and you bit on your bottom lip to stay quiet, after all it is late. He was an expert, skills so advanced you were practically crumbling in his touch. He played with your clit while he stuck his tongue in you all while reaching up to play with your breasts, triple threat. “You’re driving me crazy, so wet.” He mumbled as he got up to kiss your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips. You have to admit you weren’t prepared for what you saw next. He pulled down his underwear and revealed his long length.

It was hard and wet with precum. And most of all, big. You looked into his eyes with worry and he reassured you, “don’t worry. I won’t hurt you, baby.” He kissed your cheek and lingered near your head as he slid himself into you. He gripped heavily into the pillows above your head and you winced in pain. “Just try to relax, okay?” You nodded and tried your best to relax your muscles and enjoy. He pushed higher inside of you and you felt almost a cramp in your abdomen. He watched your face intently to see if you weren’t comfortable with him to keep going.

You wanted to keep going and had to show him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. “Come on, weren’t you begging for it?” His eyes turned dark, like he was being challenged and you just gave him the green light. He slid out of you abruptly and tossed you onto your stomach. He positioned you with a pillow and arched your back. “Don’t move, princess,” he whispered into your ear as you felt a sharp pressure fall into you. This position is definitely his favorite as he kneads his palms into your butt. He grunts as he snaps into you, your whimpers drooling into the sheets. Everytime he snaps into you, pleasure erupts across your body and your mind becomes even foggier.

You nearly got away from him as you crawled forward when he started to go faster, but he held you in place. Pinning your arms behind your back now, your head on the side and you can see out of the corner of your eye on how much he’s enjoying himself. Head thrown back and mouth agape, dangerous sweat beads falling down from his hair and into his neck. Skin glistening and he looks positively in heaven. Your hips push forward as you try to break free of his hold, you feel a tightening in your stomach and your legs begin to shake. “Fuck, fuck,” he said through his teeth as you tightened around him unmercifully. Your body tensed and then released, you finally relaxed and moaned out into the sheets. He pulled out of you and you felt a warm ooze onto your back and you froze.

“Brat!” You said in a hushed tone, “you better clean my back.” He laughed softly to himself and went over to your desk, grabbing a few tissues from a box and coming to clean your back. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

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You heard a knocking in your window and you walked over to it. It’s been two weeks since you and Chan got together and he always finds new ways to surprise you. You looked down to see Chan standing below, a couple pebbles in his hands. You opened your window and smiled down at him. “Watch out, imma come up.” You took a step back but watched him still. He climbed and leaped up into the window with a form and technique you’ve seen before. The way he swung and jumped was exactly what you were taught. He sat on the sill and hopped inside as you walked away, unable to look at him. “Are you okay?”

You were processing everything, you hadn’t responded to Celeste’s call and texted, avoiding her constantly. Felix had come to you with a solution, to stop her, to stop it all. You were working together to unravel her web, not knowing she had a secret spider creating a trap for you. “You’re working for your mom, aren’t you?” He made no noise or any movement. You turned to him, frozen and staring intently at you. “Did she send you to keep an eye on me? Is that the reason why you came back, or why you were so persistent in being around me?” He made no effort to explain or excuse himself, and you were getting tired of awaiting his response.

“Answer me, Chris.” His name. The name you’ll only say when you’re truly angry at him, and he knows that. He sucks in a breath heavily and admits, “yes. That’s why I came back.” Your eyes threatened to prick tears, “everything was fake.” He rushed over to you and tried to take your hands into his but you snatched yourself away. “No, no. It wasn’t, I truly do love you, Nessa.” You raise your voice at him, “it was fake! I gave you a second chance and this is how you treat me?” He just shakes his head no. “Get out of here, before I take you out myself.” He reluctantly walked back and out the window.

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“You’re certain that they’re next target is them?” You say to Felix. “Yes, we know it for sure. Are you sure you want to do this alone? I can go with you.” You shake your head no and hug him. “I’ll be back soon okay?” You left in a hurry and went to the location of the next bounty Celeste selected. You both were successful in the past and took down many of her hunters without her finding out who you were. You were disguised in all back, weapons at your side and a mask concealing your whole head. You peeked around the corner to no one in the alley. How weird. This was the correct point.

Pain. A sharp blow to your head and you fall to the floor in pain. You looked up to a man standing above you. “Got you,” he said and the voice was muffled, but you recognized who it was anyways. Chan. You were ambushed. He held a gun to your chest but you kicked at his legs which he didn’t expect. This was the time to make no mistakes, it’s life or death. He fought aggressively against you, anticipating your every move and tossing you around. You disarmed him at every chance. You were in a headlock with him until you realized. You reached for your gun in your pocket, to discover it missing and he laughed. One blow. One bullet. You flew back into the ground.

You clutched at your chest, your heart. Trying to stop the bleeding. He held the gun up to you still, “who are you.” You were defeated, and of course it was him who succeeded, he was always your weak spot. Might as well make a show of this. You didn’t budge and he shot again at your shoulder. You screamed and fell onto your knees, he slightly dropped his hold when he heard your screams. You lifted your bloody hand and pulled your mask off. You looked at him with such hatred, such disgust. The irony. Working for his mom, obedient as ever, like he was as a child. You scoffed, “you were always a mama’s boy. Weren’t you?” You smiled as his arms dropped, eyes pooling up with tears.

“Nothing’s new about that.” Your hand dropped to the floor, carrying your almost failing body. “Why don’t you go ahead and finish the job.” You were already dying, you knew it. You felt nearly seconds away from death. “I’m so sorry, Nessa.” Coward. You fell to the floor and slowly slipped away.

And this was all because you liked the wrong boy.

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The funeral was horrible, everyone dressed in black and words of meaningless comfort. “I’m sorry Felix, we know you loved her.” It wasn’t an open casket, they say her face was cut up and covered in bruises. The shot in her heart and shoulder couldn’t be covered in the dress her mom wanted for her. So they decided to have it closed. To say goodbye to a coffin instead of her. I didn’t stay there long after the casket was put into the ground and buried. I went home. I entered the room, and sat on the bed. Then a shadow emerged in front of the door and a smile came onto my face. I looked up and there she was. My Nes… alive and healthy.

You didn’t think I would let her die again.. Did you? She vowed to be with me again, in another life. Yuna. My Yuna. We’ve reunited again and now no one will harm us. This is our second chance and I wouldn’t let her die again. And Chan? He got what was coming for him…

A/n: happy Mother’s Day 💐

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The Sun and the Moon

Royalty pt. 2 1/2 (Yuna’s pov)

Warnings: longing for Felix (lol), death, slight angst, suicidal thoughts, loneliness.

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As far as I can remember, I felt hatred towards me. I don’t know why or what I did to make people look at me the way they do. I have a mother, no father and my mother will not speak about him. It’s a topic she would never utter. I’ve grown up poor, but somehow I still have nice things. Gorgeous clothing, jewelry, a carved jade bracelet, and a handful of guards. They follow me everywhere outside the walls of the place I call home. I could never go outside in my beautiful things, I don’t know why I can’t but I don’t question it. I’ve learned not to question how things are around here. I never have any money and barely enough to eat. My mother is barely around, always at a tavern, asleep or just gone. It’s soundless when she’s gone, I like the quiet.

On the outside of my home, it is broken down and looks as if it could collapse. Although, on the inside, the halls are pristine and clean due to me always being forced to clean them. The halls are empty, always empty. Nothing but me to wander them. There’s only two bedrooms, mine and my mothers. A small kitchen and table in one opening. Cushions on the floor next to it. In my room, I have a curtain concealing my room. It’s open but it gives me privacy at times. I have a desk and two cushion-chairs, a bedding on the floor and a shelf filled with my cherished jewelry and books. My clothes are hidden away in a box beside my bed.

Sometimes I wish I had a brother or a sister, just to ease the pain of loneliness. Or even someone besides the guards and my teacher to talk to me. I’ve never made a friend as I’m not usually allowed out of these walls, only on special occasions. Which only my teacher or mother can make. I yearn for the touch of another, the communication and understanding. To love and cherish someone. To be respected and adored. I dream of it so often, I want it so badly.

There was a time two years ago, where a man truly saw me. Understood me with his eyes. He was around my age, dressed like a high noble. I discovered him walking back when I sneaked out one time. He was laying on the floor unconscious. I raced over to him and kneeled down beside him, I caressed the side of his face to see if he would awaken. His eyes slowly opened and I smiled in relief, “are you hurt?” I spoke softly to him and he just stared up at me. Stared so harshly, it made me so hyper aware of myself. But it wasn’t a judgment or anything bad behind his gaze, it was just perfect. Perfection as he analyzed for something behind my eyes, something hidden inside of me.

“Felix?” I heard a boy yell from a distance and the boy in front of me turned to the direction. I assumed it was his name and decided he was okay enough to leave. I scooted away from him. “Chan?” He called out and attempted to get himself up. I picked myself up and left, I don’t think he noticed my presence leaving him as he didn’t call for me. The way he looked at me that day, is a look I strive to find again. I want someone to look at me like that again.

I’m sitting in my room, staring off into oblivion when someone slaps my desk. “Are you even paying attention?” Mr. Han questions me. He is my literacy and dance teacher, normally lowly common girls don’t get an education. But my mother found a way, she always does. He sighs heavily, “I’m going to need to know that you’ve grasped the lessons, I need to know if you want to work for somewhere higher than a marketplace shop.” I don’t get why he’s so upset, the marketplace is wonderful and lively. “Why don’t you walk around, hm? Get some fresh air and clear your mind.” I sat in a slump watching him pull something out of his pocket. “Why don’t you take this, write something down or draw something. Anything to show me some progress.. please.”

I poured my lips forward as I grabbed the small book he handed me. The pages are blank, awaiting some sort of use. I got up and walked out of my bedroom, a guard appeared out of the shadows. I rolled my eyes, “it’s an assignment, don’t follow me!” I stormed past him and out of the front door. The wind instantly hit me, I shivered and pulled up my brown scarf over my head. My boring brown scarf to my appalling beige dress. Dressed like everyone else. I decided to take the long route to stroll past the palace. It’s my favorite place to look at. Although I can’t see much, I can imagine what it seems like. I stared up at the palace walls, wondering how it is to live there. To be royalty or noble, to matter in the world. To be destined for greatness. But that’s not me, I’m just a lowly peasant with a dream of being something else. Sigh, the things you do to keep you sane…

I walked to the marketplace with the book in my pocket, hoping to get inspiration. Although I doubt it. I was about to enter the main center when I noticed a girl running carelessly. Running away from someone. She was peering back and running with such intensity, it made me freeze. I was frozen until the moment she bumped into me. I fell to the ground and so did she. She panted as I groaned from a strike of pain in my arm. “I’m so sorry,” she spoke out of breath and I turned to her. I froze once again. It’s like looking into a mirror, seeing myself in front of me, but it’s not me. Another girl, exactly the same as me.

But how. Why does she look exactly like me? Our expression drops as we both recognize each other, ourselves in each other. “W-who? Who are you?” I yelled as I backed away on the floor. Her expression got serious and she lifted her finger to her mouth, “shh.” She whistled at me and grabbed my hand, before I knew it I was running with her. She stopped and peered around, obviously overwhelmed and not knowing the surroundings. I don’t know why I feel obligated to help her, but I do. “This way!” I latched onto her arm and led her into the direction of my home. I pushed open the front door and sealed the door with the latch.

“You’ll be safe here,” I whispered and she leaned against the wall to catch her breath. She swallowed harshly, “where are we?” I raised my eyebrow as I fully analyzed her. She has clothing similar to mine, and a jade bracelet, like mine. She noticed me staring at the bracelet and hid it behind her back. I made no attempt to explain as I grabbed her arm again and took her to my room. I pushed open the curtain, she followed slowly behind. She looked around my room, curious. I walked to my shelf and grabbed my jewelry box, taking my jade bracelet in my hand. I turned to her and her eyes were drawn immediately to it. She lifted up her wrist, I set the jade next to hers, letting the carving reveal itself.

‘The sun, the moon.’ I was the sun and she was the moon.

We stared at each other for so long. Understanding what we were to each other. The sun and the moon curse, destined to be together but are separated by time and different roles. Souls don’t meet by accident, we were always meant to find each other. She broke the silence, “we’re twins, aren’t we?” I nodded my head and tears threatened to flow down my cheeks. I have a sister. She jumped into my arms immediately and I embraced her back, all these years I thought I was alone. But I was never alone, I had another half of myself I never knew I needed. Once we broke our embrace, I asked her, “what’s your name?” She cleared her throat and smiled, “my name is y/n. I’m the crown princess.”

I nearly fainted. I was so shocked and stunned I nearly screamed at the words. “Crown princess?” But that means.. “Yes, which means you also are a princess.” I sat down on my cushioned bed sheets, to catch myself before I fell unconscious. I frowned, “why did they hide us from each other?” She frowned as well and sat next to me. “I have no idea.” It got silent once again and I sighed heavily. “What’s your name?” I smiled softly, “yuna.” She looked at me sweetly, imagine if we had been together all these years? It would’ve been amazing. “You’re really lucky, I wish I grew up in the palace.” She gave me a horrified face and shook her head, “you have no idea what I’ve been through, trust me it’s not all fancy dresses and perfect dinners. I’m expected to be perfect, speak when spoken to, learn everything there is and the one thing I’ve been born to do. Marry a man.”

As she was venting about her life, she elaborated how she felt. How she also felt alone, how she wants to take her life. “Promise me you won’t, promise that you’ll live. Live for both of us. You have to.” She stared off at the shelf, a deep sadness behind her eyes. She’s clearly lost in thought, I want to help her, make her happy. I scooted closer to her, “come on, smile~.” My pointer and middle finger separate, and curve her lips up into a smile. She appears silly and it makes her laugh. Just then her expression changed, like an idea popped into her head. “Yuna, what if we switched places?” I jumped back in shock and disbelief. “Switch places?”

She attached herself to my arm, “just for tonight, I’m begging you. I don’t want to go to this banquet tonight.” It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I was worried. How can I pull off being the crown princess? “How am I supposed to act like royalty? I have no idea, and I don’t even know what to do at banquets.” She paused for a second and debated silently in her head. “I could teach you.” I raised an eyebrow, “you’re gonna teach me? The banquet is tonight, I’ll make a fool of myself.” She laughed softly, “you’ll be fine. I’ll sneak around to jump in when the suitor meeting starts.” She stared at me with such enthusiasm in her eyes and hopeful, it made me say yes.

“Okay, but you have to run through everything that is supposed to happen tonight.” She stood up happily and yanked me onto my feet. “Okay, so all you have to do is learn this routine. Can you dance?” I nodded my head and she proceeded to teach me the exact dance she was assigned to do for tonight. It was relatively simple but the effects that would happen would make it spectacular. She told me about her family, her mother, father and little brother Daniel who she writes and reads stories to before his bedtime. I couldn't wait to meet them. She analyzed me heavily and circled around me. “I think we’ll need to swap clothes.” She prys off the jade bracelet from her wrist and slips it down with difficulty. She slides it onto my arm and I push mine onto hers. Now we’re reversed.

“Wait, I have some clothing for you. The ones I have on are dirty.” I ran to my box and pulled out a blue dress, she admired it and held it close to her chest. We swapped clothes and she tied my hair up similar to hers. She resembled me and I resembled her. I felt nervous. “It’s going to be okay, you got this.” She reassured me, we snuck out of my house and back onto the street. We walked slowly to the palace and she instructed me on exactly what to do. “The bracelet is your ability to enter the palace, they’ll recognize who you are. I’ll sneak in a little later.” She stopped me right before the gates, her hair pulled back and a scarf covering her head. She embraced me in a hug and whispered, “good luck, Yuna.” She slipped away from my grasp and I turned to the palace doors.

I immediately made eye contact with a guard who came rushing towards me. “You are in big trouble, princess.” He shouted for others and they surrounded me, I was forced to move my feet and through the crowd. The gates opened and my heart began to race. I couldn’t help but feel eyes on me as I entered through, a woman rushed over to me. “Where have you been? We have to get you ready, this way.” The night had already begun to rise, the hay turning a light orange. But how could I possibly want to get dressed when I see the royal courtyard. It’s wide and full of greenery, I want to run and roll in it. There’s a big tree off to the side, with beautiful pink blossoms.

“Oh my, you’re filthy.” She sets a cloth around my face, my eyes the only thing not covered. While the servant is busy tying it under my hair, I slip from her grasp when done and run to the tree, climbing up quickly and settling myself on a branch. I sigh contently and see from a distance the servant running, searching around for me. My hand hits my hip and it thumps, I feel for what it is, my book. Y/n must’ve hidden it inside for me, I pull it out and stare at an empty page. My eyes travel to a tent, a stage of some sort and I realize that’s where I’ll be dancing tonight. There’s already folk surrounding it and sitting at tables. It makes me wonder about y/n and it reminds me about our jade bracelets. I start to write a story about her, us.

I see the servant spot me and quickly start writing about the tent and the courtyard. She finally approaches me out of breath. “Have you gone mad?” I roll my eyes and decide to stop writing about the courtyard. I turn the page and start to draw her, being bossy and yelling at a girl in a tree, me. "Please get down, I'm begging you." My legs dangle happily as I start to fill more of the page. "Oh, shush. I'll be down in a second." I finish the last scribbles and final pieces when she pleads one last time, "Please, you have to get ready." I decided it’s time to go. I sigh heavily and begin to get up. But my foot slips and I go tumbling down to the ground.

I try to get up but I hear footsteps behind me. "Are you alright?!" I peer up at the man, and my heart stops. It’s him, the noble boy, the one with the soul crushing eyes. He reaches his hand out to help me. I stare at it for a couple seconds, but I’m supposed to act like y/n. I can’t accept or touch a man I don’t know, so I decide not to take it. I get up using my own strength. He brings his hand down, obviously feeling slightly awkward that I refused him. "I'm fine." My tone came out sounding slightly annoyed,I didn’t want it to. "I need to go." I mumble as my servant follows after me. He didn’t recognize me..

I was washed quickly and changed right away. After several minutes I was rushed out onto the middle of the stage. I remember what y/n taught me and did exactly that. The lanterns started to dim softly. A soft melody plays from the harp, and servants open the curtain concealing me. My clothes are long and flowy, a perfect baby blue color. I try to control my movements to be soft and controlled. To be mesmerizing. My body chimes with my movements due to my crown on my head and beads placed on my dress. A flock of birds are set into the air and they surround me. Circling around me and my movements. The end is near and the music comes to a slow end. I bow and my beads jingle once again, my crown feels heavy and uncomfortable. How does y/n dance like this all the time?

The audience stands up and cheers for me. I feel overwhelmed and too seen, too judged. I attempt a smile at them, just then, a man appears, the king. I immediately bow to him and he announces, "Greetings, my fellow lords. Today I've invited you for a reason. I am offering the crown princess’ hand in marriage." There are murmurs that come from the crowd. "I will invite you one by one to introduce yourself. Please enjoy the festivities and food." He turns to leave and I follow him. He stops and turns to me like I’m annoying him or doing something wrong. “Don’t you have to be somewhere? Go change.” I step back, he speaks as if I’m no one, not his daughter but a servant.

I walk in the opposite direction when I see a little boy, the description that y/n told me, my little brother Daniel. But he’s holding hands with the boy from earlier. "How about I put you to bed, hm? I could read a story although mine won't be as good as your sister." I overhear their conversation, I check my surroundings and see no one looking this way, so I approach them. They stop in front of me. "Daniel. What are you doing?" Without hesitation, Daniel jumps into my arms and hugs me tightly. "Have you come to read me a story?" He asks eagerly. Although it is tempting to spend some time with him, I shake my head no and I can see his mood drop. "I'm busy tonight. I have to talk with, lord.. What's your name?" This is an attempt to learn his name finally, it’s been eating away at me.

"Felix," he takes a step closer and bows. Daniel gets angry and hugs onto his leg. "No! You can't have him. I found him first!" I giggle and feel a figure appear from behind me. "Daniel! What are you doing out?" The king emerges from the shadows behind. Felix bows to him and he shakes him off. "Get to bed right now!" Daniel quickly runs off and disappears. "Sorry about him. He's still learning." I explained, I see in the distance y/n, hiding around the corner. She must want to switch back soon. Felix nods his head, "it's alright. It was a pleasure." A servant approaches us and instructs us that it’s Felix’s time to take him to the room. The first of the night.

He walks behind the king, and I walk behind him. I take small and short steps to gain more time to figure a way to switch back with y/n. She peeks out of the corner and I rush over to her, she claps my hand softly, drops the scarf covering her in my hand, and runs back over to them. I stay out and watch her walk away and into a room with them. I pull the scarf over my head and look back at where Daniel had run off to, it won’t harm anybody if I went, right?..

I knocked softly on the door, “go away!” I shook my head and smiled at his grumpy response. I opened the door loudly and closed it harshly. “That’s no way to talk to your sister, Daniel.” He was in bed, tucked in but sitting up with his arms crossed, like an angry toddler. “Why are you here?” I moved slowly towards him with my hands neatly cupped together. I pulled the book out slowly and dragged the chair in the corner next to him. “You asked me to read you a story before bed, I’m here to do exactly that.” His eyes light up and he scoots closer to me and latches onto my arm. “Go on,” I giggled to myself lightly and opened the book to read aloud.

A time long ago, twins were born. They were called the Sun and the Moon. They loved each other dearly and never ever wanted to be apart. They always were together.

However, the Sun's light scorched the earth. As the Moon’s tears drowned it. Everyone feared their love for each other and what would their fate become if they continued to stay side by side. Their love was so powerful that it had to be stopped.

One day, it was decided that they should be separated. To live apart in the sky and never be together. The Moon would now rise in the night as the Sun rises in the day. Fated to never be together again out of pure fear and distrust that the world will end if they ever came together again.

They were so heartbroken. They wept for each other and begged to be together. Praying that God would show them mercy and let them see each other just once. God heard their prayer and granted their wish.

Now there is a time where they could be together. But only able to touch each other's shadows. During an eclipse.

I hadn’t noticed but Daniel had fallen into a slumber. He appears so peaceful and happy, I slowly lifted his head off my arm. Placing him onto his sheets. I pull the sheets higher and feel a need to comfort him one last time. To remember this moment, a kiss on his head and I was gone. Book in hand and wandering aimlessly in the halls. “Yuna,” I hear a whisper and see y/n standing in the middle of the hall. I run over to her excitedly and tell her about my experience with Daniel. “Oh he was just-“ I stop suddenly as I see her solemn look, “y/n?” I grab ahold of her gloved hands, I stare at her and see a tear forming in her eyes. “Why am I destined to this fate?” I don’t understand, I’m trying to but she won’t tell me.

“What do you mean?” The tear strokes down her cheek silently, and I see a look in her eyes that I never knew was there before. Pure sadness. “That man made me realize my sole and only purpose in this world. To serve and my life to never be my own..” Her eyes shift to me and she lets one hand out of my reach, to hold against my cheek. “My dear sister, I’ve failed.” Tears threaten to fall from my eyes, “no, no. You haven’t.” Her hand falls. “You must go now, I wish to be alone. I’ll see you later.” She walks away and I watch her silently. She turns around the corner and I realize now, that she never had the intention of seeing me again. But I had every right to follow her into her room, to hide behind the door and hear the commotion inside.

She tried to kill herself that night and before I could step in, Felix was there. He saved her, because he likes her. He never liked me, he liked y/n, the one I was pretending to be. I should’ve known. I felt at peace once I heard she was okay. The bittersweet feeling in my heart was hurtful but I’m happy for her, truly. I’ll gladly give up a man for her happiness. She deserves it more. I hid around the corner waiting till he left so I could go inside and join her. He walked past swiftly, with a smile creeping on his lips. I watched him leave and enter inside. Y/n was drowsy but she heard me enter and jumped up. “Yuna!” She was shocked and I sat beside her on the bed.

“You’re an imbecile!” I flicked her on her forehead harshly and her hands flew up to conceal the pain. “How dare you try to do that! To leave me by myself in this world, to leave Daniel!” She slumped back ashamed and cowered as she brought her knees up to her chest. She stared at the sheets ahead, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Then I felt sorry for her, she didn’t do it for no reason. She’s had a lot of pressure on her. “Whenever you feel like you’ll do that again, you come find me. I’ll take care of you.” I wrapped my arms around her cradled body, my head laying on hers and petting her hair. She looked up at me, “I’m so glad I found you.” I laughed softly, “do you wonder which one of us is older?” She grinned, “I hope it’s you. I’d love to be babied.”

“So about that Felix boy.. what are we gonna do about him?” She blushed slightly and shifted onto her back, pulling me down with her. “I think he seems nice… and sort of sweet. I was thinking of giving him a chance. I invited him to come in the morning, to sneak in.” When she talked about him, she had an excitement in her voice. My heart beamed for her. “But I want you to experience it too, maybe we can get away with switching a couple more times?” I furrowed my brows, “how?”

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The next day in the afternoon, I was performing duties for y/n while she and Felix had their morning together. I expected that something romantic was going to happen, something like a kiss maybe? I giggled to myself at the possibility which brought my attention back to the task. I was sitting in the throne room, at a table reading files of commoners' complaints. I seem to have a knack for resolving their issues, and the king has noticed. “I see you’ve done semi-well on your duties, y/n. I’m proud of it.” It? Not even proud of you? Why can’t he see that all y/n wants is to be seen for everything she has done without having a constant duty to do all the time?

I smiled softly and thanked him, he shined up from his throne and continued his murmurs to his wife. His wife, obviously not my mother. I know that she isn’t, it makes me wonder if they took y/n away from my mother. It’s the only explanation on why she ended up here. I glanced to my side where Daniel was torturing himself with class work, trying to learn the alphabet. I caught his attention with a, “psst.” He looked up at me with relief that I would distract him from the torture. “What do you think about Lord Felix?” I whispered softly to him to not cause attention. “Hm, well he’s very handsome. And tall. And he’s nice to me… why do you wanna know?” He raised an eyebrow playfully and smirked, which caused me to smile. “Are you thinking of marrying him?”

“Maybe, but that’s up to me to decide.” I lifted the paper up higher, trying to shoo his eagerness away. But he wouldn’t relent and kept bugging me to chat with him. “Okay, I have a gift for you. But you will only get it if you get back to work.” He understood and nodded his head. I reach into my pocket and pull out the drawing of the servant from the tree. He opened the paper up and laughed concealed into his hand. He stifled his laugh as he scribbled on his paper. God, I just love having a little brother.

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We have never mentioned the official meeting point of where to switch places or even conceal each other when we want private time. But we always meet up back in y/n’s room. She’d be waiting for me eager to tell me news. And I’d tell her about my day. This continued on for weeks, but one night she decided to do her duties for a day. I think she just misses spending the day with Daniel. I was organizing some clothing for y/n, picking out which best suits her shape and what color she would look good in. Because after all, I would most likely wear them too.

I hadn’t realized he snuck into the room, until I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist. “What is my beautiful princess up to?” I froze, we haven’t encountered each other like this before and I had no idea what to do. I cleared my throat, “just organizing.” He turned me around softly, giving me a clear up close look upon his face. He was beautiful. His smile lit up the world, his eyes bright as his soul. His freckles were so delicately placed along his face, like stars in the night sky. And the way he looked at me, with pure love, it was mesmerizing. Oh, how lucky y/n is. She has the life I’ve always wanted.

He cupped my cheek, and leaned in to kiss me. But it felt wrong, he wasn’t mine even though he thought I was his. I turned away scared. He backed away and made no reaction to it, respecting my wishes. He smiled at me, “did I ever tell you about when I first saw you perform?” He walked to the side of me and peered at the clothing. Staring at the ceremonial dress I wore to dance that day. I shook my head and murmured, “no.” He laughed softly, “I had recognized you immediately. I used to dream of a woman, the dream was always the same. I was laying on my back, and she appeared above me. Her hands were warm and her voice was one of angels. She was heavenly. But I could never see her face, it haunted me.”

He bit his bottom lip softly, “I would always dream of it every single night, but it never felt like a dream.” His gaze turned to me and it made me realize. I’m the woman from his dream. “But I know now that it wasn’t, it was a memory. I promised that if she lived in my world. I would search to the end to find her. To make her mine. And I did, I found you. The day I met you in that tree, I knew it was you.” My heart grew, I can’t help but fall for him. It’s impossible not to. He remembers, he remembers me. The man I searched for, the man who understood me for who I was. And he was looking for me too… But he thinks it’s y/n. It’s shattering my heart to not be able to tell him it was me. But I won’t break the cover, never.

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The day is here, y/n’s wedding day. I couldn’t be more proud of her. She stood before me in her dress, gazing into the mirror. “I’m so proud of you, y/n.” She looked back at me with such love in her eyes, no one understands her like I do. “Would you like to try it on?” I shook my head, “I couldn’t possibly, it’s your dress.” She turned to me and smiled, “it would make me happy if you did.” I caved. She undressed herself and I put on her outfit. I truly do look like her. Although I definitely think she’s more beautiful. She looked proudly at me. “I have a surprise for you, yuna. But I need to go into town, so I was hoping you could pretend to be me? Just for an hour I swear.” It was risky, but it’s what she wanted and I couldn’t decline. And she left me in her dress.

Maids had come in to set finishing pieces on her gown as I admired it in the mirror. Once they finished, I ordered them to leave. I can't believe this. Finally, the day has come, y/n finally becomes a bride.I hear footsteps approaching from behind you and you assume it's Daniel coming to call me. I turn to see a man in all black. A mask covers his face completely. "Felix?" The man charges at me and next thing I know. A blade is struck into my stomach. I tumble backwards into the table. Causing glass to fall down and shatter. The assassin leaves through the balcony and my body falls to the ground. I scream for help. All I can think of is y/n. She’s out there and once she’s back, I’ll be dead. It shattered me. My brother comes running into the room with multiple servants.

They call out for help and for a doctor. My whole family runs into the room. Then I see him, Felix. He runs to me, dressed in his groom attire. Oh god. I try to smile at him as a tear falls down my cheek, he hugs me close to his body. "This is all my fault," his voice breaks as tears appear in his eyes. I stroke his cheek, smearing my blood onto him. "It's not your fault." I say weakly, blood begins to fill my mouth. It seeps down from my lips. "Live for me. Live for the both of us," he begs, tears fall down uncontrollably. "I need you here. Please don't leave me!" My lip quivers as I hear his pleas. "You have to let me go." He sobs so loud now, "I don't want to let you go!" My hands reach up to his lips, forcing his lips into a smile. "Don't be sad." My eyes feel heavy. My next request sounds unbearable, but he believes it’s his future bride, y/n. I must play the role to the end. "Kiss me, one more time." He grants my wish as he places a kiss onto mine. Blood now stains his lips. "I love you, Felix."

I’ll take this secret to my grave. My eyes close, the memory of Felix staying. My life flashes. All the memories flood all at once. The most memorable were the ones with y/n. I feel myself smile and let go. Goodbye, y/n. We were truly destined to be apart. Goodbye, Daniel. Goodbye, Felix. Maybe in another life, we would get the chance to be together, my love.

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That’s actually one of my incoming projects.. stay tuned on wattpad 🫶

Who should I write about next?

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Royalty Part 2

Pairing: Prince Felix x female reader, switched POVs, set after 2 years.

Warnings: smut duh with a plot ofc, unprotected sex(wrap before you tap), nicknames, cursing, death? Mental health issues, heartbreak lol, violence ig.

A/n: heheh ik you’ve waited for this so enjoy! Ps Daniel deserves sm better😭

W.C: 7000 words

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“Felix?” My attention was brought back by Chan, he snapped his fingers which made me jump. “Are you okay?” Am I okay? I’ve been asking myself that for a long time.

I nodded my head and gave a reassurance smile, which was completely fake. He was talking to me about some duties I needed to attend to. I had to step up, as the widowed-crown prince, who was a better fit than a 7-year-old. I had to get over everything so fast, my bride who died on our wedding day, I was forced to forget about it. But I couldn’t, I simply could not. Because I would only love her and only her. “Are you even paying attention?” I dropped my hand against the desk which was holding up my head. “We need to find you another bride.” I became outraged, “what are you talking about?” He sighs and sits in front of me, “it’s been two years. We need a crown princess.” I stood up from my chair, “how could you ask something like this?”

“You are the most wanted husband in the land, you have ladies lining up for you.” This brings me back to before, when I was invited to the imperial palace for the first time, and saw her. “I don’t want another lady.” He groaned in annoyance which caused me to turn angrily, he spoke before thinking, “why can’t you just forget her?” I charged towards him, lifting my fist to him and gripping his shirt, but I caught myself. I let him go and sighed, “why do you think? She was murdered on our wedding day, I couldn’t save her. To this day I don’t know who murdered her.”

Her father refused to investigate her death, her assassin. He believed it wouldn’t let her soul rest, which he ordered no one to look into it or they would be killed. I looked at the jade ring on my finger, our wedding rings, I buried the other one with her. “I just want her back.” We were interrupted by a guard stepping inside, “his majesty would like a word alone.” I motioned for Chan to leave and the King stepped inside. “Your majesty,” I bowed and he bowed back, “Felix.” I sat down, but he insisted on not sitting with me. “It’s time we find you a bride.” I slumped defeated, unbelievable. The king had recently remarried after y/ns mother couldn’t handle the pain of her death. She killed herself. He chose to remarry only a month ago.

“It’s just hard, after everything.” He reached for my hand but I reluctantly moved. “I understand, but I did it. Which means you can too.” I held my breath as he was turning to leave, “just think about it.” Then he slithered away. I sat there for a while, thinking about everything that happened. I decided it was time I should go take a bath. I walked into my room and told my servants I wanted a bath. They left to prepare and would alert me when it was ready. Chan came running inside. “You won’t believe what I just heard.” I crossed my arms and stared, awaiting the information.

“I overheard a conversation the king had with his new bride.” He gets up and walks over to the station full of sweets and drinks. “She had a twin sister. She lived in the village, poor as mice. She was taken care of by undercover palace guards.” I frown my forehead and lean against the table in my room. It was y/ns, her room. I watched him pour a cup of tea for me, he set it down on the table in front of me, “I don’t drink tea.. Have you investigated this?” He sighs heavily, “there’s no record of her. Anywhere.” I stepped back, stunned, “how could there be no information on her?” He shrugged his shoulders, and sat down on the chair. “Maybe he didn’t want anyone to find out about her.” But why?

“I want you to investigate y/n’s past.” He raises an eyebrow, “I will be killed.” I shut my eyes and looked at him with annoyance, “not her death. Her birth. There must be a reason why her sister was sent away.” He nodded his head and bowed then disappeared. I was called away.

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“It’s crazy.” I sat in disbelief on my bed, our bed. Chan ran into the room with grief news. “But it’s true. She was born from a different mother and that’s where the sister is.” I shook my head and my hands wiped my face, Chan’s eyebrows carefully moved to his emotions “but then why would the queen kill herself after?” He smacked his lips, “she raised y/n as her own. She couldn’t have children, or so she thought until she gave birth to Daniel. But the king bedded another woman secretly to have an heir.” I laid back into my bed and looked at the ceiling. “He sent away her sister to the mother to keep the affair quiet,” I concluded. Chan patted my chest and laid down with me. It was silent for a few moments until I sat up suddenly. “We have to find her.”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “There’s no way we could pull that off.” I licked my lips and chewed on the inside of my cheek. There is a way. “The king wants me to find a bride, I could say I’m searching for one.” But of course where would I even take her? I can’t take her here. It would have to be back at my home, my mansion. “Send word to my mother that I will be returning for a few days.” Chan exclaimed softly as his bright smile beamed and he patted my back, “we’re finally going home.”

~~~

“Welcome back, Felix.” My mother held out her arms to me which I felt obligated to fall into. She rubbed my back softly and hummed, “it’s so good to see you.” I broke away and she cupped my cheeks, “how are you, lix?” I sighed and hung my head low, “I wish I could say better.” She paused and tried to lead me inside. “I have to do an errand before I enter, would you mind having the servants prepare my room?” It was an excuse not to talk about things, because I knew she would ask. She smiled and sent me off with a wave. I walked the streets alone, without Chan. I always loved walking down the market, watching couples and families enjoy themselves. I always wanted to do this with y/n.

I get a harsh shove into my right shoulder, a man apologizes without looking back. I rubbed my shoulder when I noticed a fabric dragging on the ground, from a woman covering her face. My fingertips brushed against it as it passed by me. It’s royal silk, a beautiful pink. How would a commoner have this? I watched the figure walk away silently, ducking her head down so as not to be noticed. I get curious and begin to follow behind her.

I easily got stopped and bumped into the crowd. I see her turn into a side street. Which I walked into at a distance. I’m standing in the middle, where she’s nowhere to be found. I turn to leave, and there she is. Standing in front of me with a dagger up to my face. “Y/n?” Her eyes squint and she looks me up and down, scanning me. “Who are you and why are you following me?”

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He doesn’t speak for a few moments. He’s speechless as his mouth is gaping a little open. “Well?” I stick the dagger closer to his neck. He clears his throat, “you look like someone I knew.” I scoffed and tilted my head, “y/n?” His eyes widen, I hear a shuffle behind me but I keep my eyes on him. He moves swiftly and fast, he grabs the dagger from his throat and swings it behind me. A man groans from behind me and he pulls me behind him. “We have to get out of here,” I cling onto his shoulder, “now.” I have no time to react as we start running in the opposite direction. He leads back into the crowd of the market.

He grabs my headpiece and wraps it around his shirt. “It’ll be better if we hide in plain sight.” I frown as I stare at him. “More like exposing myself,” my face is completely open and more of a target now. He unwraps his own waist piece and pulls it over my head, it’s soft but not silky. “The pink gives you away, royal silk is obvious.” I pause and stop in my tracks. “How’d you know it was royal silk?” He brings up my wrist as my jade bracelet dangles down my arm. “Just like this bracelet which is only for royals.” He drags me alongside him as the crowd starts to settle down. “I’ll walk you home, lead the way.”

“How do you know I have royal clothing?” He sighs as he pulls us out of the main streets. “I’m a royal too. Crown Prince Felix.” I remain blank. “Which is why I know the design of this.” He points to my jade bracelet, the engraving of it. “My wife, she had the same so I should be asking you. How do you have this?” I don’t say anything as I take a step back. “Hello, Yuna. Nice to meet my sister-in-law.”

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She sighs heavily and crosses her arms in disgust. “So you know who I am.” I analyze her clothing more closely. The beading on her dress was made with no flaws but now hanging off from the misuse. Her pinks and beiges collide perfectly with each other but blue strapped to her head make her look common. I lean against the wall on my shoulder, “it was obvious, you’re twins.” She rolls her eyes and looks away, I guide her chin to turn towards me gently. “You’re almost the same person,” I scan her face for any scars or moles that could depict that she’s different from y/n. But nothing. Her eyes engrave into mine, her lips the same shade of pink, eyes the same shape as hers. But she’s not her.

She snaps her chin out of my reach. “But we’re not,” she picks up her dress and begins to walk past me. I follow her as she leads the way. A man pops out in front of me and yells, “boo!” Chan pulls off his hood. Yuna jumps back a bit. “God, what’s wrong with you?” He laughs uproariously and I groan and shake my head in my hands. I hear her giggle a bit and he turns his attention to her. “Whoa, you found her?” Yuna raises an eyebrow and looks at me for confirmation, “you were looking for me?” I sigh heavily and nod, “wasn’t it obvious? I knew who you were.” She blanks her face out and walks away, while Chan and I exchange a look and follow.

A pair of children are playing in front of us and are throwing a ball. I see her body release from tension as she watches them as we approach. “I know my sister died,” it’s silent between us. She stops in her tracks and slowly spins to me. “But why does that have anything to do with me?” I bite the inside of my cheek, “it doesn’t. But I just wanted to know if it was true, that she had a twin sister.” She flexes her fists into a ball, “I heard you’re looking for a bride,” there’s anger in her voice. I walk past her with Chan by my side and she closely keeps up. After a couple moments, I mention, “I have no intention of marrying another woman, no one will ever replace her.”

I hear her footsteps stop in place. “Everyone's replaceable,” Chan and I turn, standing frozen, staring at her. Something about her eyes is so familiar, like I've looked into them before. Like they’re sad, on the verge of tears, like y/ns. It must be a twin thing. “I mean you shouldn’t live your life in the past, she wouldn’t want you to be alone forever.” The ball accidentally launches our way and the children run to us. They bump into her and I stop them. “Return the bracelet,” the children look at each other. She looks at me weirdly, “now.” The kids bow their heads and hand me the bracelet that they stole from Yuna. They immediately apologize and get on their knees. “It’s okay, stealing isn’t the answer.” I hand them a bag with coins from Chan, which they gladly accept.

They run off and I turn to Yuna, who is standing astonished. “You might want this back,” I walk to her silently, holding out her jade bracelet. She clings onto it tightly and pulls it onto her wrist. “You’ve helped me twice today,” my mind flashes back to y/n. Her voice in sync with my memory, “If you did have an intention of marrying, you would be a good husband.” The resemblance is too much. My eyes flash to her wrist, a mole in the exact spot. Her eyes drive into mine, she looks away, as if she realizes she said something she shouldn’t have. “It scares me how alike they are,” I whisper to Chan. She clears her throat harshly, “before I was interrupted… I was showing you to my place.” I nod my head as she sways past us, she takes a sharp turn which causes us to skip ahead.

“Don’t mind the mess,” she holds down a handle and the door creaks awfully open. She nods her head to enter, Chan begins to walk but she pushes him back by his chest. “Not you… him only.” Chan widens his eyes and scoffs at her, his head twists to me. I raise my head and shoo him away. “Just take a walk, get snacks or something.” He rolls his eyes and storms away. “I don’t really trust him,” she mumbled to herself as she walked inside. But it was clear to me. Why? What made her feel that way?

She led me to a room, one with a table on the floor and silk bedding. I presume it’s her room. The appearance of the outside is destroyed, but inside reveals a marvelous haven. There’s a shelf of books, books no ordinary girl would have. I reach out to grab one. “So my sister really did a number on you.” My hands freeze in motion and flutter to my side. “What do you mean by that?” She suddenly begins to cower, placing the pot on the table. “You’re the crown prince, by marriage right?” I sigh heavily and look at the seat in front of her. “I’m not really supposed to talk about it. It’s sort of illegal.”

I sit in front of her as she pours the liquid into a cup beside me. “What could I do? People don’t even know I exist.” She munches on the cookie next to her. “Technically I’m not the crown prince.” Her brows furrow as she sips on her drink, “you know of her death, correct?” She chokes on her drink. She pats her chest and gasps, she stutters, “yes I know she’s.. gone. But not how it happened.” I chew on the inside of my cheek, dreading to relive the moments and explain what happened.

“She died before I could marry her, the morning of to be exact. She was murdered and I wasn’t allowed to investigate.” Her eyes drop into sorrow, deep with understanding and remorse for me. “You came to look for me, was it because you wanted to know more about her?” I shook my head, “no. I just wanted to see if the rumors are true, some part of me wishes it was her. But you’re not your sister, and I won’t imply you are anymore.” It’s silent between us. She reaches for her drink and stares at me, “you’re not drinking your tea?” I had forgotten all about it. “No, I don’t drink tea anymore.” The painful reminder of y/n, how she tried to make the world go away by it. Yuna bites her bottom lip as if tempted to say a secret.

I decided to try to get more information about her. “Have you ever met her?” Her eyes dart up to mine, eyes wide and she licks her lips to bide time. To utter simple words, “no.” I narrowed my eyes, “You never wondered to meet her? Not a single drop of curiosity?” I simply don’t believe it when she shakes her head no. I sit back a bit and smile unconvincingly. I sigh heavily, “I wish I could be more to Daniel.” When I brought up his name, I saw a slight twinkle in her, a glimpse of pain. It was something no one would easily notice, but it’s my job to recognize things. “Your little brother in fact, he was so destroyed by everything. The queen mother died of a broken heart by the death of y/n. I couldn’t comfort him, I was grieving myself.” My eyes begin to water without me being able to control it.

Her hand reaches over the table and clings onto my arm. “I’m so sorry,” her thumb rubs against me softly. “I had no idea how much it affected everyone.” My hand rests on hers, “you didn’t know. It’s alright.” I blink back my tears and wipe my face. She suddenly gets up from in front of me and comes by my side. She crouches to my level. She grabs the cloth that I used to conceal her and brushes it across my tear streams. “I don’t want you to hurt, I want to take your pain away.” Her words hit me so deep, so close to my heart. I wish she were y/n, so I could hold her close and kiss her. To have her in my arms again and never let her go.

His eyes slowly travel and wander into mine. “You can’t, only she can.” He slowly takes the cloth from my hands and into his lap. “You said I was like her, let me help you.” I cup my hands around his face, “treat me like I was her. Pretend I am her and let me handle the pain.” He furrows his brows confused and shakes his head, “why? You’re doing this because you pity me?” I frown and try my best to explain, “no, because you saved me and I want to repay you.” I lean in and admire him, his sun-kissed freckles and hazel eyes. Looking so deep into mine. “Just let go,” I feel his breath against my lips and inch my way slowly. Our lips don’t connect as he puts them against my neck and he groans, he pulls me away by my arms and just stares. Completely shocked and completely entranced.

He doesn’t wait to connect his lips again. He sighs as if he’s finally letting himself relax. He’s groping at my clothes and leading me into his lap. So hungry for comfort and love. He claws at my buttons and tries his best to softly undo them. It’s taking too long and my body is beginning to feel on fire. I could care less if he’s imagining my sister instead of me, I just want him. I break away from him and undo them myself, I try to lead him back but he pulls away. “Should we be doing this?” He’s out a breath already and salvaging his strength. I stand up and drag the dress down my shoulders, achingly slow. “I want this.” He shakes his head and his hands pull my dress back up. “I can’t do this,” he looks faint and white. He can’t shake that he knows that he’s been the only one to touch me. So, he couldn’t leave me impure and unwed. Even if it’s a secret.

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My head is spinning and I can’t look at her straight. Her face drops immediately and she turns away to readjust her dress. “I didn’t come here for this, I came to take you. And now that I’ve touched you, I have to take responsibility for you.” She seems to wipe her face, and breathes harshly. “Take me where?” I let silence overcome us until she realizes. And turns towards me angrily, “you want to take me to the palace? You’re out of your mind!” I try to reason with her and explain but she shushes me. Her hand rolls off her hair in disbelief, “explain to me why I should even bother to go. My own sister died in that place, she was murdered! And no one is allowed to investigate or even question what happened!” Her hands bang against the shelf, and she lays her head against it. “I will not go there just to be killed for existing. Just for my presence.”

I walk to her cautiously, my hand hovers over her skin. The skin I was touching so recklessly earlier. I lightly took her arm to face me, “you don’t have to go. But I want to make sure you’re taken care of, and since I’ve seen you in that way… I have to keep my duty and respect, and marry you.” She smiled lightly at the words. Her eyes stare at the contact, she shrugs her shoulders and looks up. “You have to ensure I won’t get hurt, that nothing will happen to me, if I say yes.” I nod my head and show her a sympathetic smile. “I want to take you to my home first.” Her eyebrow raises and her eyes crease, “to your home?”

~~~

We arrive with Chan leading us. Her head is concealed and so am I. We walk inside and Chan looks around to see if the halls are clear. He instructs us to go and I grab a hold of her hand, rushing her into my room. “Make sure no one comes inside,” I whisper to Chan and order him to stand outside of the door. I turn and watch her wander around my room. She lets her hood slip down, “this is where you live, hm? Didn’t take it that you were a pampered little lord before royalty.” I smile awkwardly as she walks around the room, her hips sway as her dress follows her movements. Y/n always was graceful, her motions would flutter my heart and she was truly beautiful. She had such a way with her movements, a performer.

I grabbed the box from the table beside my bed, containing the matching wedding ring to mine. She noticed me standing awkwardly and walked to me. I made no action or effort to explain as I slipped the ring on her fingers. “It’s beautiful,” she admired the crystals. Blue and white diamonds. It fit perfectly as it slid on like butter. Looking just as it was on y/n. I walked away to face a nightmare awaiting me.

“Felix?” I snapped to the balcony, where Daniel is standing with tears and distraught. He begins to sob and runs to Yuna. “You’re alive!” He jumps into her legs, screaming with joy but she pushes him away. Pushes him so harshly that he falls to the ground. He falls with a thump and looks up at her, “y/n?” The scene hurts my heartstrings, and I can’t move, can’t explain. He scans her from head to toe. “It’s me- Daniel. Don’t you remember?” Her head hangs low and she tries to help him up. He crawls away from her, shaking his head. My legs finally move and I get him up from the floor. “Why are you doing this?” His eyes begin to tear up again and his bottom lip trembles. “I don’t know you-“ her voice breaks as she backs away. Her hand clings to her chest as she breathes hard. “How could you say that? I’m your brother, your little brother!”

He stomps his foot down and reaches out his hand, holding a book. “You would read this to me, every night you would read to me.” Her bottom lip is trapped between her lips. “Don’t pretend you don’t know me-“ Tears begin to flow down his cheeks. But she stands just staring at him, nothing behind her eyes. He drops the book at her feet, “I wish you didn’t come back, I wish you stayed dead.” I stared at Daniel as he said those words, it seemed to shatter something inside Yuna. She falls backwards onto the bed and Daniel runs out of the room. Chan runs inside and I yell to run after him.

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Yuna wouldn’t speak to me after that. She didn’t eat for the rest of the day and Chan drew her a bath to soothe her. But when he tried to encourage her, she sent him away. She just sat on my bed, staring into oblivion. “Yuna, I’m going to take you to the bath.” She didn’t look at me as I picked her up into my arms. I walked her to the bath and tried to tell her to get in. “Please,” I begged and she finally looked at me. I turned away as she undressed and went in. The bath was built into the floor and was filled with aromas and petals. I turned once she was inside and scrubbed her back. She wouldn’t move and I tried my best to help her.

I put her to bed but she dressed herself. I made sure she would. She turned away from me in the bed. “Yuna, tell me what’s wrong.” A tear slid down her cheek and she broke out into sobs. She cradled the blanket into her chest. I rubbed her shoulder which caused her sleeve to fall down. I noticed a burn on her lower neck which was not there before. Then I noticed she stopped moving. “Yuna?” I shook her but she didn’t move. I rolled her to face me and she wasn’t responding. I yelled out to Chan to get help. No, no. This can’t happen again. I carried her in my arms and ran out with no regard for who would see her. Servants followed behind me and I couldn’t shake off their faces, their fear. I ran to the doctor’s quarters and placed her on the bed.

I ordered him to help her and he immediately ran to work. “Poison,” he muttered and my skin wanted to scream. It burned and ached and my heart began to lose its beats. I forgot how to breathe and the walls began to close in. My vision began to get dark as I clutched her hand. “Felix,” the doctor tried to call my attention. I blocked him out of my mind and focused only on her. The marking on her neck worsened and then a shine hit my eye. I pulled her sleeve to reveal a needle sticking from the hem, dripping was her blood mixed with a green substance and I knew it was placed on purpose. Chan ran in behind me and yanked me out of the way. He led me out of the room and in the hall. “Where were you?!” I roared at Chan and he stood speechless. “Where were you when this happened?” He rubbed his face with the palm of his hand, that’s when I noticed it. A marking the same as Yuna’s.

My eyes narrowed at him and I faced the wall to hide my realization. “I don’t really trust him,” Yuna’s voice rings my head. It finally clicked for me, all of this. Y/n’s death, her assassination, the poisoned needle in Yuna’s clothes. Chan had just as much authority as me to enter and escape secretly. Just as much power to kill. But why? Why would he do this? I punched the wall and yelled. My father, it’s the only reason. He may be dead but his business will live on. He wanted to train me as an assassin. He wanted to gain control of me. What better way to do that by manipulating and controlling my closest advisor? Chan, what a traitor. You killed y/n. Didn’t you? And I won’t let you get away with it.

The doctor comes out and immediately brings me back to the situation. “We’re going to need an antidote immediately. She’ll die without it.” We don’t have the resources here to look for one or create one. I have to get her out of here. “Quickly get a carriage ready to the palace,” I ordered and everyone scrambled to hurry. I stayed by her side the whole way and she was struggling to breathe and clenched her hand against mine. I tried to calm her and tell her she’ll be okay. Her neck had begun to turn green and swell. I recognize this. Of course, it’s my father’s poison. I’ve never seen it but I’ve heard of its effects. As soon as we arrived, I recited the antidote to the royal doctor and he immediately injected the serum into her.

Her chest began to rise and fall normally. The swelling went down and the green disappeared. I sighed in relief and ordered everyone to leave the room. I sat alone next to her, holding her hand and crying. Her eyes opened with a flick and she mumbled a light, “Felix?” I gasped in delight and shushed her. I gripped her hand and kissed it. “You’re okay, thank god.” I whimpered with my head down. Shaking my head back and forth. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you died.” My voice is breaking and sounding pathetic, but I could care less. “I wouldn’t leave you again.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Again? “I wouldn’t dare die on you again. I just got you back.” Got me back? “Sleep, get some rest.” That’s all I told her and tried to push away the mumbles.

She pulled me back in. “Don’t you see me, lix?” Her hand brushes on my cheek, pulls me and whispers, “it’s me, lixie.” My tears continue to flow down my cheeks while I stare at her. “You’re not in the right mind-” she cut me off. “I love you.” My heart drops and I shudder away from her touch. This is too much, all I can think of is y/n. “Stop.” I tremble onto my feet and she falls asleep. My head cannot handle this. I don’t know what to think and just leave. Is it true? Is all of it true?

~~~

I wake up with my head pounding and the room is dark. So very dark. My vision clears up and I realize I’m back in Felix’s room. I turn to see Felix in the corner. Huddled up in a ball on a seat. He notices I’m awake and sits up quickly. He clears his throat as I sit up too. “God, what happened?” He hands me a cup of water and I swallow it whole. “You were poisoned.” My mouth gapes open and my mind flashes to last night. “You were out for a couple days.” I begin to feel my blood rush to my head as I want to scream out. My palm rushes to my head to try to ease my headache. I’m trying to remember the lost time when he blurts out unbelievable words. “I won’t marry you.” My eyes dart towards his direction. “What are you talking about? You won’t marry me?”

He stands up angrily and crosses his arms. “I won’t marry you. I’m sending you back.” My eyes water and I try to blink them back. “But why? Is it because of the poisoning? Did I do something wrong?” He doesn’t face me now and his arms drop to his side. “No,” he says simply as if he doesn’t owe me an explanation. “Is it because of my sister?” He turns in fury to me. “You almost died!” My chest rises up and down heavily. I get up from the bed. “But I’m not! You can’t blame me and punish me for something that I had no control over!” His fists tightened, “and no one should blame me for not knowing who killed y/n!” I take a step back, “what?” I say in disbelief and almost breathless.

“I won’t let you die in vain, not like she did. I can’t let this happen.” I scoffed, “she didn’t die in vain. I know that because she wanted to be happy and she was. And you have to trust that the person who killed her will eventually be revealed.” His expression changes heavily, as if something had clicked in his mind. He takes small steps closer to me. “You claimed you didn’t know her, and as you said she wanted to be happy, as if you did meet her.” My expression goes blank. “I do know her killer will be revealed,” he sets his hands on my shoulders and leans into my ear, “because..” His words are a husky whisper in my ear. “You know who killed your sister. Because it was you at the beginning, y/n.”

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I caught her, so perfect in a lie. She steps back while shaking her head, fear in her eyes. “You switched places with her.” Her hand clasped over her mouth, concealing a cry of realization. She is starting to hyperventilate, and she clings to her chest. “Please- let me explain.” I give her no chance, and approach her, “you let me think you died! Do you know the pain I went through?!” She sobs loudly now and closes her eyes. I shake my head and my hands clench into a fist. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Her words are broken and full of heartbreak. She tries to calm herself down and explain, but I turn away.

“I switched places with her because I wanted her to experience being a princess and to be truly loved at least once… I wasn’t expecting her to die that day.” I snapped my head, “She said she loved me, as she lay dying in my hands.” I was screaming internally. Why? Why would she play with me like that? “She chose not to break her cover… for me.” She got on her knees in front of me, “please believe me. I had to keep playing like her, I couldn’t live in that place anymore.” I begin to tremble as I drop down too, “you couldn’t be with me? Be happy with me?! I would’ve treasured you and cared for you!” She breaks down even more and reaches for me. I reject her touch, “if you would’ve given me the chance. I would’ve made you happy.”

“Please, Felix. I’m still me!” A stray tear falls down my cheek and I struggle to swallow. “Felix, look at me!” She latches onto me and forces my head to her. “It’s me! Your y/n, your wife!” She rubs my cheek as she tries to soothe me, but it doesn’t. My heart feels as if it’s breaking. “You broke my heart, broke everyone’s heart. Daniel is suffering as much as me. And you think I can just forget that?” I bite my lip and hesitantly pry off her hands from me. “I can’t,” I walked away from her and out the door. I stood outside the door, holding it close and listening to her cries and pleas. It’s for the best.

I knocked on the door the next morning with maids following behind me. Y/n… She was sitting on the bed waiting. “Pack up her stuff and get her ready to travel.” She gasps in disbelief and stands up. “Leave us!” She says with such intensity the maids jump back. I nod at them to leave and they do. “Asshole!” I furrow my brows in confusion. She throws a pillow at me. Then a blanket. Then her shoes. All while yelling incoherent insults. Then she pushes me onto the bed while slapping and kicking me. Getting all her anger out. “How dare you try to send me away! I’m your wife. I love you and I want to be with you! I will not let you reject me!” I start to laugh, a real laugh. She stops in her tracks with a pillow above her head. She begins to giggle and smile when she notices I find her amusing.

“You’re hilarious,” she frowns and crosses her arms. “I’m supposed to be intimidating.” I sigh and she backs down and sits next to me on the bed. “Are you really gonna send me away?” She blinks at me with such hope in her eyes. “Give me a reason why I shouldn't.” She raises her shoulders at me in disbelief, “did you not hear my whole speech right now?” I smile and sit up. “What do I get out of this?” She throws the pillow at my head and tackles me. “A loving wife who listens to you!” I laugh again and watch her. She rests herself in my lap and it makes me anxious. She notices and gets self conscious too. “Are you not okay with this?” I look to the side, avoiding her gaze. I know I can’t say no to her, and she knows it too.

“Look at me,” she pulls my chin to her. “It’s me, lixie. Just as before.” Her hair is messy from all her playfulness. Her clothing is a beautiful shade of pink and hanging off her shoulders, her beautiful skin. So soft and smells of roses. Her beauty is unmatched and looks even more in this setting. Just us together. “You want to know what you get out of this?” I make eye contact with her and already know what she’s going to do. She begins to untie her dress and lets it slip off. I close my eyes and shutter when I feel her clothing slip down my legs and onto the floor.

~~~

He can’t avoid this. You won’t let him. You place his hands on your breasts and he gasps. “My god-” He whispers to himself and he can’t resist as his eyes open. He practically devours you with his gaze. “This is what married people do,” you begin to rock your hips against his covered length. He bites his bottom lip and whimpers. “The best part…” you begin to moan which causes him to get more comfortable. He lets out a sigh of relief, “making love.” He sits up and attaches his lips to your chest. Slowly traveling across your skin with wet kisses and getting to your breasts. You let out a moan of pleasure so loud, you feel almost embarrassed. Almost. But not enough to stop your hunger.

You yank his hair up so you can press your lips to him. He moans in your mouth and the feeling is incredible. Finally, After so long. You moan into his mouth and his hips push up into you, needing more. He grabs your hips and pushes you under. He begins to strip off his clothes with no regard. You take the opportunity to get more comfortable and drag yourself onto the pillows and under the sheets. “Come here,” he whispers and leaps next to you. You giggle and attach your lips again. He slowly thrusts inside you which causes you both to moan out loud. “Fuck, fuck,” he mumbles softly against your lips. “God, you feel so good.” He can’t help but snap up into you.

You moan breathlessly as he begins to take a rhythm. He stares into your eyes, so lustful and lovingly. He leans next to your ear, “my little princess huh?” His hand sneaks to your breast, pinches your nipple gently. “Thinking you could just get away with it?” He pinches it mercifully which causes you to whimper, “imma show you all that you missed.” His hand lets go off your nipple and gains a new target. His thumb circles your clit which causes you to let out a scream like moan. He starts to speed up his movements when you get more loud. You feel as if you could cry as your moans turn into whimpers. “Is my wife too fucked out, hm? Can’t take it?” Your body begins to twitch as you grip his arm. “Fuck, Lix. Just make me finish!” He laughs satisfactorily in your ear and licks it teasingly.

He covers your mouth as you get louder. “I love your noises but we don’t want anyone to interfere.” You roll your eyes as you feel the build up slowly being released. Your body snaps and it all let go, making you tremble and let out a final moan. He pulls out and watches the liquid fall out of you. He smirks at his masterpiece and pulls away but you grip his length. He winces and stares at you. You rub up and down his length, “I want you to finish inside me.” You place it at your entrance and he chokes down a smile. “Just can’t help yourself huh? Want my babies too?” He re enters and you whimper at the overstimulation. “I do, Lixie. I want your babies.”

He practically finishes at your words. It was so sudden, you laughed shocked. He moaned in your ear which made the butterflies in your tummy appear. “That easy huh?” You teased him and he laughed as he flopped on his side. He pulled you into his chest and held you tight. “I’m never gonna let you go again.” You smiled and drew hearts on his chest, “and I’m never gonna leave.” He clears his throat, “this might be a bad time but..” You look up at him. “I know who killed your sister.” I sit up confused. “Don’t worry, I took care of it already.” I blink at him blankly. “Why do you think Chan hasn’t been around?”

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A/n: Thanks so much for the kind comments and waiting so long for this storyyy. But this isn’t the end. What if I told you they met again in another life? Well that story is for another day so.. Stay Tuned for “Mama’s boy!��

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loveneversleepss · 3 months

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Who should I write about next?

Pick a Straykids member and lmk!

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loveneversleepss · 4 months

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The First Victor

Genre: Friends to lovers, lovers to enemies, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies(lol😭), time set around a half-year after he returns to the capitol.

Warnings: Cursing, kissing (make outs), violence (fights), manipulation, hickeys, groping, fingering, oral sex (fem rec.), unprotected sex, violent sex(BIG WARNING), kidnapping, death☠️

Pairing: young Coriolanus Snow x female reader (Not really all romance tho), reader is older (cougar shit).

W.C: 20k?

A/N: I have been obsessed with the Hunger games for a while and realized I haven't ever done a story for it, so here you go. Suggest knowing about the ballad of songbirds and snakes before reading.

There is never a thing as pure evil or good. Everyone and everything has a little good or bad in them. It's how the world works, how it is. In the constant battle of Capitol and districts, you could get mixed up. But would it be fair to be called a traitor, if you were simply surviving? You question yourself constantly. How did you get here?

No one has ever known your story, or were too scared to find out about it. You were picked out as a monster, but you were just trying to survive. Someone had to do it, be the first, to become the first victor Panem ever knew. You set the boundaries and what the next line of tributes would do. Just because you won, one would look at you and they acknowledge you as pure evil, so be it. You didn't care about labels and such, you just wanted to be free, and free you will be.

11 years ago

"Dr. Gaul, you have to read this assignment," a worker hands her a sheet of paper. She sits down with paper in hand and begins to read, her lips slowly turn up into a terrifying smile as she laughs and laughs. Her voice echoing throughout the room, "this is exactly what Panem needs, that those districts deserve." She turns to a newly created form of protection, the peacekeepers. "Go find Casca Highbottom."

She introduced this proposal to her higher ups and they agreed that it was perfect. She named Casca Highbottom the creator of the games and deemed on that day that they will start these battles, taking thought of how they will get them to fight. They came out with ideas of planting chips into their head to increase the frequencies to force them to fight, but they came out with starving them. To make them so hungry and bribe them if they fight, they will be fed and never have to go hungry again. And then all they needed was a name, these so-called Hunger Games.

But Dr. Gaul had to insure that these games would work, she needed to make sure there would be a victor. She decided to look into her favorite district, district 2. To look for a perfect victor and so she did, she found you. Y/n, 15 years old, trained since 3 years old. They had cameras all over district 2, cameras that see everything. She saw how you trained day and night, through rain and shine. How you defeated anyone that dared to go against you. But she noticed one important thing, you were immune to feeling, To love, happiness, fear, anything. "She's perfect," she watched you so carefully until she made her choice to have you escorted to her lab.

You stood before this bizzare woman, "What is this? You're interrupting my training time." She smiled gleefully as she brought her hands up to her face, "You're quite brave, aren't you?" She said more as a statement than a question. You looked at her curiously as the lab was filled with weird empty tanks, also 'weak people' you observed. She steps closer to you, "You're exactly what I need." You tilt your head at her, emotionless, "And what exactly do you need from me?" She laughs, so evil and cunning it creates goosebumps on your skin. "You'll find out," you feel a sharp prick on the side of your neck and turn to see a man in white behind you. But you couldn't fight back as your body becomes motionless and hazy.

You wake up in a small room, not even a room, a cage. Your vision steadies and you begin to freak out. Your hands tied down and you attempt to break out of it, but your body doesn't move. "You're awake," the bizzare woman again appears in front of you. "You're probably wondering why you're here, why you're tied up like this. I just had to ensure that it was working." You blink multiple times at her, "What is?" ~~~

You await your doom, the games that are waiting for you. You think back on your childhood, your father who was relentless on you. He was determined to make you a weapon, that would protect him and keep him safe. ~ "Get up," your father stared down at you, disappointment in his eyes after you failed to grip the pole above. "Please papa, I'm tired." He struck you at your words, you whined as the sting made a tear fall down your cheek. "I will not have a lazy daughter, get up and do it again." ~

That day you sucked it all up, and you made a vow to yourself. You would kill that man one day, although you loved him, you hated him more. For him making you into the soulless monster you are today, cursed to never feel anything ever again. But now you really are that, just an empty person who can never feel anything, thanks to Dr. Gaul.

You hear a dangling of keys coming towards you, you know it's her. "Hello, y/n. How are you today?" You stare at her in your position from a make-shift bed. She slides your meal for the day through a shaft in the cage as you look at it in disgust. "Feeling nervous about the games?" You snap at her, “I don’t want to be apart of these, these wretched games you've planned! I want to go home!” Your voice echoes throughout her office at your burst of words.

"For what exactly? Hm, do tell me," she stares at you waiting for your response. "Exactly, you can't tell me because there's nothing left for you there. But here, i'm giving you a purpose." You scoff at her, "And what purpose is that? To be a lab rat for the rest of my life?" She waves her finger and tsks, "No, I plan on making you a victor."

~~~

"I don't understand what's so special about me, why me?" You asked Dr. Gaul while eating your dinner. "You have something about you, you seem to only feel one thing. Anger, and nothing else." You chew silently on the mysterious meat she provided to you. "Why is that, y/n?" You swallowed as you thought of a way to tell her, describe your experience. "I had a uh, harsh childhood, ever since I could walk. My father has trained me to be a weapon, his reason was to protect him." She nods her head unconvinced, "Do you believe that's why he did it?"

You shake your head no, "it was just to put me through hell, he never wanted me, I knew it. He blamed me for my mother's death. He hated me and I hated him. That's why I don't have certain emotions, I never knew what they were, just knew anger all my life. That's why I killed him." She smiles as if that's exactly what she wanted to hear, "the weapon he designed to protect him, ended up killing him in the end." But anything you said couldn't stop what was coming for you. The games were set in stone for you, and you had to play.

You were placed in a black van, isolated as you were escorted to the games. You could've easily escaped but something in you didn't, that didn't dare even take a step in the wrong direction. Dr. Gaul called it an arena the place you were heading, that you had to fight to the death in. You have no idea what Dr. Gaul did to you that day she took you, all you know is that you woke up with pricked-holes all over your body. Like a bee would leave.

The vehicle came to a stop and the doors rushed open, peacekeepers came in to retrieve you immediately. Grabbing you by your arms and forcing you onto your feet. They dragged you into a room, with only two ways to come out, they way you came in and through a door in front of you. There's a screen next to the door and it powers on, Dr. Gaul appears.

"Welcome to the first ever Hunger games, you were selected to fight in this arena. In this arena you will fight to the death against 23 tributes besides yourself. We've had you starved for 4 days, at this rate, hunger is the best motivation to kill. The last one standing will be awarded riches like you couldn't imagine, your life. Now, with that being said, let the Hunger Games begin."

There's a buzz and the door swings open, revealing a lit up room. You take a few steps out the door, observing your surroundings. Waiting for anyone threatening to approach. You see all 23 tributes stepped just merely inches from the door, no aggression visible on any of their faces. You turn to the person standing closest to you, a girl, barely the age of 13. You feel your heart begin to ache as you notice the stream of tears running down her face. You notice in the center there's a table of weapons. You immediately run to it as a few others follow your moves, you grab a knife and a bow with a few arrows.

You look around for the girl you saw earlier and find her shaking against the wall. You watch for others trying to sneak up on you but find none. The others fight each other, begging each other to back down. You notice a tall guy starts charging at the girl with a spear and your instinct is to run after him. But you stop as you grab your bow and aim it at his running figure. You let the arrow slip through your fingers and it lands, right through his heart.

The girl stares in fear as some blood splatters onto her face. She wipes it slowly off her cheek as your focus changes. An olive-skinned man approaching you quickly with an axe, you take another arrow into your bow and plant it into his forehead. His body collapses a few feet away from you. You begin to aim for the men, shooting arrow after arrow at them. Their bodies fall quickly to the ground each time. Leaving mostly only girls left for you to kill.

You turn and don't see the girl in her original position. You're distracted looking for her and don't notice the man coming at you. He tackles you and you drop your bow. You kick him off of you but he manages to pin you under him, his hands gripping your neck choking you. You reach for anything besides you and find a rock, you grip it quickly and smack it on his head. He screams out and loosens his grip just enough for you to overpower him. You take your knife in your pocket and stab it into his chest but he still is strong. You reach his neck and twist it so incorrectly, so wrong, it leaves a bone-cracking sound and he goes motionless. His body lands next to you and you try to catch your breath.

You get up slowly and see all the bodies scattered on the floor, most of them done by you. You see the remainder of everyone, a man and 2 girls. You don't recognize the girl from earlier in any of the bodies on the floor. You begin to search for her as the others are busy fighting each other. You pick up your bow and arrows and run looking for her. You find her hiding near a couple bodies, craddled up into a ball. You walk slowl to her as she sees you now, "please don't hurt me!" She whimpers as she gets up in a defensive position. You shake your head and drop your bow, "I'm not gonna hurt you." Her eyes widen as she looks as something behind you, "watch out!"

You get tackled again, this time you fight back harder, kicking and punching. It's a man and he uses all his strength. But speed is more important than strength in this game. He grabs you and tosses you aside as he reaches for the girl. She runs away as you grab your bow and swiftly put in an arrow in it. He grabs the girl and holds her close, a dagger to her neck, the one you had. "Don't, or I'll cut her throat." This feeling, fear, love, you care for this girl. You don't know why, but you know you hate this feeling. You smirk, you don't have control over your body anymore as you let the arrow go, right through her heart.

He looks at you in shock as you load another arrow quickly and plunge it through his heart. You drop the bow, as you have control now again. Your body begins to shake when you've realized what you've done. The blood that's on you and on your hands. Before you can process what you've done, you hear a voice. "Congratulations, we have a winner!" Dr. Gaul, you know this voice anywhere. A peacekeeper walks towards you and knocks you out with a mist, black is all you can see.

“Congratulations,” you’re startled awake by this taunting, dreadful voice. “You’ve become the first ever victor of the hunger games.” You look around and realize, you’re still in the cage. “No, no, no! Let me out!” You bang into the cage where she’s standing, you kick and shake the cage in attempt to escape. She stands emotionless watching you struggle, tears flowing down your cheeks, “You promised!” She smiles and leans in closer to you as your tantrum tires down. “I promised your life, and alive you still are,” she says in a singsongy tone.

You shake your head no as you back away, “I want out of here,” you say more calmly. She tilts her head like as if she’s thinking about it. Then you see her face light up, “once you’ve proven yourself that you’ll change the Capitol for good, I’ll let you out. But until that happens, you’ll stay in here.” She walks away, her sentence taunting you for hours and hours into days into months. Then into years. Stuck trying to figure a way that you can prove yourself, that you would change the capitol in a way that would help. And you will.

10 years later..

You’ve grown accustomed to this cage you now call your home, you’ve tried everything to convince Dr. Gaul to let you go. But you’ve given up, nothing could change this fate. Or so you thought. Not until a tall, white-blonde haired man approached you. You scrambled away from him when he came close to your cage. He leaned down, hands on his knees, sitting on his heals comfortably.

“I won’t hurt you,” he spoke softly, you scoff as you bring your head up. “That’s what they all say,” it’s been so long since you’ve heard your own voice. Since you’ve heard someone’s else’s besides Dr. Gaul. “I’m Coriolanus Snow, and you are?” You sit up against the wall and brush your hair out of your face, “Y/n.” You can see in his head something clicked, like he connected the dots. “y/n, the first victor of the games!” You nod your head not amused, hating that title that everyone knows you from.

“You’re a legend, you had the first kill and the most kills ever in the games.. you set the rules.” You look at him fully, actually looking right at him, into his eyes. “A legend? I’m a monster.” He shakes his head and his eyes soften, “no you’re not.. I understand you, you were trying to survive, like everyone else. And you did. In my eyes that’s the most impressive thing.” You breathe heavily, “you’re trying to make me like you. It’s not working.” He smiles and you recognize him.

“I know you, you’re a mentor in the games. District 12 right?” His eyebrows crease and his jaw goes tight, “I know one of the mentors too, Sejanus. He’s from my district and his dad was friends with mine.” If only he knew the history you had with Sejanus, he was your first kiss. He ignored your comment about Sejanus, “I didn’t know you watch the games.” You sigh, "I always watch the games contrary to everyone's beliefs.. I think it helps, knowing i'm not the only one who went through that." He sits all the way down, his legs crossed neatly in front of himself. “I don’t.. I don’t what to do. My girl- tribute, Lucy Gray, I don’t want her to die.” You move closer to him, your hand gripping the cage, “then do what you can, help her, even though she’s in there and you’re here. There’s lots of ways to ensure her survival.”

He nods his head as you see tears developing in his eyes. “Be strong, Coriolanus Snow. You have your whole life ahead of you.” He wipes his cheek, avoiding looking you in the eyes while his tears drip. You crease your eyebrows together as you realize, “just how old are you?” He sniffles and responds, “18.” You bite your inner cheek and nod your head, he sighs. “How old are you? You were like 15 in the games right?” You breathe heavily and pursue your lips up, “I’m 24 now, about to turn 25.” His eyes deepen with pity.

“Why are you in here? I thought you would’ve gone back home.” You laugh mockingly at his words, “I wouldn’t chose to be here, living with enemy that forced me into the games. I have to thank Dr. Gaul for that, I’m her little lab rat.” He looks at you confused, visibly asking ‘why would she do that?’ “Why are you here?” You ask in the middle of the moment, he clears his throat, “I had to get stitched up, just wanted to wander a bit before I went back home.” You stared at him, bored at his answer, but he asks a sudden question.

“Why are you in here?” “I already answered you,” he cuts off your sentence. “No, why are you here. Why haven’t you escaped or been set free?” You chewed on the inside of your cheek, getting ready to tell him. “Dr. Gaul says I have to prove myself. Prove that I’d be good to the Capitol and make a magical change to it, whatever that means.” He nods in understanding, “why don’t you try to do something to establish the difference between the Capitol and the districts?” You sighed, “I don’t know how I would do that, how I would even start.”

It goes silent and you break it, “well I think it’s time you’ve leave , it’s quite late.” He nods his head and stands up quickly, he turns to leave but stops. “I’ll come back for you,” you shake your head and fidget with your hands. “What for?” You analyzed his outfit, a red university uniform. “To get you out of here.” And with that, he leaves. If only he knew how much those words meant to you, you were counting on it. You watched the games from your cage, secretly rooting for Lucy gray and him to win. And when she did, you were so happy, because if she won. You knew he wouldn’t forget about you, that you encouraged him and he succeeded.

But. He didn’t come for you. You waited and waited, and knew. He wasn’t coming to save you. You made excuses for him, saying it was too hard to sneak back into the office. Or that he was busy with university life or the hunger games stuff. But after 3 months passed you gave up waiting for him. So you decided to save yourself, but you had to think of how. What will change the future of the Capitol for good. Then it hit you.

~ “why don’t you try it on, hm?” The friendly store clerk told you as she showed you the pretty floral dress. You smiled as you reached out to grab it, but your father stepped in. He smacked you silly and you dragged you out of the store. “You are not meant to wear those things! You are not your mother!” ~

Fashion. That’s what the Capitol needs, a way to distinguish themselves from the districts. To show their rich and powerful history, to make them noticeably better and extravagant. This is exactly what you need, to change your fate. The next time you say Dr. Gaul, you pitched your idea to her. And she gladly accepted. “I’m so proud of you, you found a way to make the nation better.”

By nation she meant only by the Capitol. She swung the door open and you stepped out slowly. Freedom, at last. She escorted you to a room near her office, much more spacious than that tiny cage. “You can work here and I’ll arrange for you to have a house to your liking. Walkable distance of course, can’t have you late to your own invention.” You turned to her in disbelief, “and I can make my own rules right?” She crossed her arms and nodded, “except if you’re slacking off, I will not hesitate to put you back in that cage.”

She walks off with a smirk and you stand in the big empty room. You feel tears of joy slip down your cheeks and are startled by it. You haven’t felt this feeling in so long. You get started immediately with Dr. Gauls permission. “You can have these 3 workers to help you getting started.” She handed you a key which was for your house. It was empty besides the necessities it had. You didn’t spend a lot of time there because you were always working with your 3 workers. You tried asking for their names but all didn’t respond, in fact they never spoke, you wondered why. You sent them out for errands while you sketched ideas out.

In the Olden days, they used to wear long silky gowns. With elegant beads and sparkles all on them. But you have an idea to incorporate animals and nature objects along with the designs. Feathers and twigs came along in your head. So came your first design, a peacock dress. The bottom would be fluffed out and long, like a peacocks feathers would be. You designed it exactly the design and color a peacock would be. You made wings made from branches and polished it in gold to give off a luxurious effect and attached it to the back of the dress.

Once completed you added real feathers to the model you set up, it looked perfect. Something unique and could only be capitol designed. And you decided you needed a signature for the designs you do, you heard that mockingjays were created from a bird called Jabberjays that Dr. Gaul created. You decided it was perfect for your image. You created a mockingjay carrying an arrow, which was what you used in the arena, for your first kill. It was perfect as you created a pin to set on your new design.

“Well this is, something.” Dr. Gaul commented on your design. “I thought it was quite fitting for capitol image, something the districts could never have.” She nods her head as she analyses your work. “Good work, y/n. I expect more designs soon and for you to start actually selling them.” You smile at her backhanded compliment but a compliment is a compliment. “I’ll be having my assistant come later to pick up more designs you have!” She announces as you walk away.

You get straight to work, searching for your other designs and starting on a new one. You stood up and stared at the dress you made. Writing down ideas for the next dress. You got so caught up in your work, you didn’t realize the door had opened. You turned to see who it was, your heart froze. Coriolanus snow.

You stepped back from him, you didn’t know why but you were scared. “Y/n,” his voice echoed throughout the empty room. “You’re- here? Out of the cage?” You frowned, “yeah because someone didn’t come back for me.” You spoke through your teeth, making the words come out harsher. He sighed, “I was caught up.. in capitol business.” You showed no interest, no care in his words. “Business, right. Well I have my own business to attend to so here.”

You hand him the designs you have to get him out of your sight. “You look good,” he blurts out. You scoff in disgust and roll your eyes, “you have no right to say that to me.” His mouth opens slightly and his eyes twinkle playfully, “why can’t I? I can’t point out a beautiful women?” You shake your head and sit at your desk, beginning to sketch a new design. He takes this as a liberty to wander around your work space. “So you took my advice, huh?” Who the hell does he think he is?

“Your advice?” You spit out while not losing your focus. “Mhm,” he responds while analyzing your designs. “To distinguish the Capitol from the districts, I’m guessing that’s how got you out of the cage.” You stop sketching and pause, “are you trying to say you’re the reason I got out?” You make eye contact with him, for the first time since he’s been here. He approaches you slowly with his hands in his pockets. “I also talked to her saying that it’s not productive to have a victor like you confined to a cell when you could do so much more.”

You hate to admit it but here goes, “okay, fine. So you helped me out of the cage, but it was my idea to create this new era of fashion. This is what really got me out.” He smirks as he leans on the desk next to you, “and it’s amazing by the way.” You blink multiple times at him, he’s different. More confident in himself, not the fearful boy he was when he appeared, hair slicked back and not a curly mess on his forehead. Clothing of rich material and not the ripped and teared clothing. “You know,” he breaks your trance of checking him out.

“You seem to be more capitol than district, you act like one of us now. Living with the enemy and all.” His comment makes you smile, trying to ease the tension between you two. “I’ll always be district, it’s where I come from and nothing can change that.” His face drops when you finish your sentence, he clears his throat and stands up. “I have to go now, she’ll be expecting these,” he motions to the designs. You nod your head and try to get back into your work, “if she hates them, try to convince her it’s good. Since you’re good at that.”

You hear him laugh softly as he walks away from the doorway into the hallway. You sit back and stare at the lightly drawn on paper in front of you. You begin to sketch a man, similar figure to his. Designing an outfit a man would wear but your brain gets fuzzy. You decide to take the rest of the day off and walk down the shopping center they have. To get your creative juices flowing. The displays in front of the stores are bleak and in need of major color. Greys, blacks and whites of uniforms taunt your eyes.

But one thing catches your eye, a mask on a mannequin. It sparks something in you as you write it down quickly in your sketch book. You turn to head back to your office when you bump into a woman. “Oh my, I’m so sorry,” her voice is soft and sweet like honey. Her colorful appearance and shiny white-blonde hair catches your eye. You analyze her stunning appearance, while she speaks to you, “aren’t you y/n? The designer who made that peacock dress?”

Dr. Gaul has introduced you to other fashion shop owners, show them your sketch of the peacock dress you designed. You smile, you’ve felt as if you just met an equal, a woman of worth in this harsh country. “Yes, that’s me.” Her face beams up, “I love your work so much! Ugh, the color and inspiration of the wings was so inspiring. Are you thinking of opening a boutique?” You bite your bottom lip as an idea pops into your head, “I’ve been looking for an apprentice, and I think you’ll be perfect. Won’t you consider it?” You write down the number from your office onto your sketchbook and rip it off and hand it to her.

She takes it eagerly and smiles, “I’ll definitely call you.” You laugh softly and tilt your head, “I didn’t get your name. What is it?” She sighs happily, “I’m Tigris, Tigris Snow.”

~~~~~

Snow. As in Coriolanus Snow? You thought about it all the way back to the office. You sat down at your desk and just stared at your desk for an hour. Did you run into a sister or a cousin of his? Your intense thinking is interrupted by a phone call and you know it’s her. She asked all the important questions, how much the pay, how much hours and work to put in, in the end she was convinced and accepted your request. You hung up the call and Dr. Gaul entered.

“I was very amazed of your designs and just when exactly will i see in person?” You smile blankly at her, “when they’re ready.” She nodded her head with a half smile, “follow me, I need to show you something.” You stood up immediately and followed after her. She took you into a dark room, with a circle table in the middle. Standing in there was Coriolanus. He smiled at you when you walked in, and you did a little nod to acknowledge him.

“So the reason I’ve brought you here today is I think you’re worthy enough to discuss the future of the games.” Your heart drops, no way she would think you would be okay with doing this. “Let’s get started, Mr. Snow do you have any ideas?” He nods his head, “I think we need to have something in the districts to have them watch the games. Like a big screen that showcases it and make it mandatory.” She nods her head happily at the suggestion and then turns to you.

“Do you have anything to say?” You sigh softly and lick your lips, “during the drawings for tributes. It should be completely random, like names on paper of all the boys and girls. To be pulled fairly and not be done unfairly.” Coriolanus adds on to your statement, “and should be done by Capitol citizens to ensure it’s fair and just.” You looked at each other in agreement of your suggestions. “Looks like this partnership will work wonderfully,” Dr. Gaul says.

It was late one night, you sent Tigris and the other workers home and you were stuck doing a design, pinning all night and figuring out which fabrics would look better. You heard a knock at the door and turn to see Coriolanus. “I brought you something,” he places a box on your desk in front of you and you stare at it. “And what’s in it?” He smiles, “a cupcake. From the finest bakery in the city.” You open it suspiciously and take it out, “red velvet?” He bites his bottom lip and you dig your teeth into it. Okay, he was right. Definitely from the best in the city.

“Thank you,” you mumble out which makes him laugh softly. “Here, let me.” He wipes the side of your lip, you stare into his eyes. You can smell his scent, a rosy smell. You stand up and jokingly smear some icing on his nose. “Wowww, after I got you this.” He grabs the cupcake and holds it away from you. “It tastes good anyways,” you say and he cuts you off by lightly pushing a small piece of the icing on your mouth. He places the cupcake on the table and reaches for you, grabbing you by your waist.

He stares into your eyes and flickers down to your lips. His hand comes up to caress your cheek. You feel your heartbeat increase and begin to melt in his touch. His lips land on yours and you’re shocked, his hand reveals the skin on your waist. Sending chills up your spine from the cold. “Mm, does taste good.” His words sent butterflies to your tummy as he pulled you back in. Devouring your lips once more, you let your hands tangle around his neck. Playing softly with his locks.

He turns your bodies around and pushes you up onto the desk, sitting comfortably as his body makes his way between your legs. His tongue emerges into your mouth, discovering every spot and corner. Your breathing is starting to get heavy once his body rocks against yours. Your lips part from his to catch a breather, “maybe we shouldn’t.” You suggest, hoping that he’d disagree. He just looks at you, really at you, like he sees someone beyond in you. “I mean, I’m so much older than you.”

“Why does that matter? I like you and.. age wouldn’t change that.” Your heart warms at his words but you feel something weird, you’ve hadn’t had intense intimacy with a man before. You’ve been locked up for 10 years and before that, you hadn’t really explored or touched another man like that. Besides your first kiss which was just a small peck. You snap back into the moment, “I guess I’m a little scared, I never got the chance to be.. intimate with someone.”

His face beams up and he develops a small smirk, “don’t worry. Just let me do all the work.” He leans in but kisses your lips, and goes right into your neck. This sensation makes you heat up fast, increasing heavily when his hand drags up your shirt. You hiss when you feel a sting on your neck, biting and sucking from his mouth. He places his hand right over a sensitive part, your nipple. He pinches it softly which makes your body jolt forward as a soft noise escapes your mouth. You feel him smile against your skin as if he’s hearing exactly what he wanted.

Your mouth drops open while he continues these unfamiliar sensations, easily becoming your favorite things. You begin to feel a glow coming from between your legs, an ache needing to be filled. He begins to rock his body against yours again which helps fill the craving, for a bit. You begin to become impatient and wanting more, he come back up to kiss you more. But you practically are begging for it, “please. I need more.” He leans in, “maybe.. we should take this someplace else?” You nod your head quickly and begin to grab your things. Your place would do for tonight, you grab your keys and lead him to your house, walking distance easily.

Once you get there you immediately shut the door and lead him to your bedroom. He wastes no time reattaching his lips to yours. You both manage to get onto the bed, him on top of you. He backs away off the bed to remove his shirt, you practically drooling at his lightly fit body. He begins to move his pants down and you take the opportunity to remove your shirt too, he begins to eye your body down. Devouring you with his eyes. He slowly crawls on the bed, taking his time to get to you.

His hand lands on your pants as he unclips them and slides them all the way down, off the bed. The next thing he did was unexpected. His teeth grip onto your underwear, using his mouth to drag it slowly down your legs. Your jaw drops as he does this and you can’t help but get more turned on by it. “Tease,” you mumble out as he smiles softly. The cool breeze hits you below, creating chills on your body once again. He begins to kiss your inner thighs, inch by inch, slowly creeping closer and closer to your core. You feel his warm breath grace against you and your hips curve in the direction. He settles his body down and uses his hands to keep you steady, holding your hips as your legs are on his shoulders.

He makes a great show of showing you his tongue then uses it on you, you let the sweet noise slip out of your mouth again. He settles right where you need him and begins to painfully kiss then suck on it. Your hand comes to cover your mouth to conceal the noises you were recklessly making. Your hips jitter up at every movement he does but he manages to keep you down. You let your other hand slither down to his hair, gently tugging on it. He lets one of his hands go from your hips and down to help him, entering two fingers inside you. Your gasp loudly as your back begins to arch and your hand no longer covers your mouth.

Both your hands now in his hair as you push his face more into you, grinding yourself against him. Your body begins to pulsate and shake as your body begins to get hot, a feeling of something building. You feel as if you’re about to let something free, a sensation of almost knotting. Then your body snaps, you scream out at the immense pleasure as you feel a liquid trickle out of you. Your body finally quiets down and you stare blankly at the ceiling. The bed shakes and rumbles when Coriolanus gets up and wipes a towel on you, then lays next to you.

You lean your side to face him, his hand cups your cheek and his thumb grazes gently on you. “So, that’s what it’s like.” He laughs softly, “and there’s other ways to achieve it.” You get curious, doesn’t he have to relieve himself too? “And you? Don’t you need something too?” He nods his head, “normally. But you’re new to this and I don’t want to make you do anything.” You frown, “but I want to. I want to make you feel good too.” He bites his bottom lip, still shaking no. You look at him with stern expression, and he gives in.

“You really want to?” You nod your head yes repeatedly. “Here, feel.” He guides your hand down and onto his clothed crotch. It’s a new touch, it’s hard and shaped so uniquely. He groans softly as you move your hand softly on it. Poor thing, he seemed to be suffering trying to only help you. You scoot closer to him as he guides your hand inside his underwear. You can feel his hot breath on your face, he uses your hand to hold onto him and guide it up and down. His breathing gets shaky as he starts to enjoy himself, you attach your lips to his and his hand holds onto your back.

You take initiative and carry yourself onto his lap, your legs on the side of his thighs as you reveal himself. You continue your movements which makes his face flush up, you slowly lower yourself and give pecks to his lips. You stop your movements and take the time to lower down his underwear all the way down, “what are you doing?” You shush him with your finger, “I have an idea.” Since you still had your undergarments off, you can still use your body to your advantage. You place yourself right on top of his length, grinding slowly on it. It becomes slippery easy from yourself, and he groans as he grips onto your waist.

He uses your hips to push you forward and back, you can visibly see how affected he is by this. Mouth dropped slightly agape, groans casually falling out of it. Every time he groans, it sends butterflies through your stomach. It accidentally sinks into you a bit and you jolt forward at the feeling. He smiles, “you okay?” You nod your head as you slowly get your rhythm back. It happens again and you jolt forwards, he giggles. “You want to try something else?” You think about it for a second then nod your head and smile. Oh, but how easily the smile fades. When he guides himself into you, your hands drop onto his chest.

You let an incredibly loud noise slip, which makes him smile. He sits up slowly to remove your top garment, you get the chills instantly when it falls down. He whispers into your ear, “move like how you were earlier.” He places a peck on your cheek and you listen, doing the same movements from earlier. This feeling was so intense for you, so pleasurable, you couldn’t resist. You wrapped your arms around his back and he helped you by guiding your hips once again. He would graze into a spot inside you that you didn’t even know you had and it would make you melt every time. He lets a curse slip out of his mouth when you begin to pick up your pace, chasing a so-called high.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help myself,” he whispered and you are confused until your swung under him. He begins to pound into you which makes you scream and let out a pathetic noises. The bed frame begins to shake and make creaking noises. His fast pace inside you builds up a knot in your stomach, tears begin to fall down your cheeks at the intensity of it. Your legs around his waist slowly turn into jelly, the slapping noises so lewd to you. His arms are next to your head to help him stay at his pace, you stare into each others eyes. Memorizing each others faces in pure bliss. He manages to get one arms free to wipe your tears away, so caring at a time like this.

He leans down to your ear, “Don’t you love when you let me use you like this?” Your back arches as the pace becomes stronger and more threatening. Your nails dig into his back, you do, you do love this. His hips snap one more time, and you feel him collapse, a liquid launching into you. He lays on your chest as you try to slow down your breathing. “That was.. so good,” he mumbles into your skin, you giggle as he looks so flushed out.

The next morning resumed like nothing was different, you worked in your office on your designs. And he went with Dr. Gaul to continue his apprentice duties. Tigris helped you eagerly with the materials and setting up the dresses. Today was your launch of your clothing line, you were anxious and wondered if they would actually sell. Dr. Gaul had bought you a corner shop to sell your clothing, it was helpful but scary. You sent Tigris and the other workers to take it to the shop so they could set them up.

You sat at your desk, rubbing your forehead from the incoming headache. Then you hear a knock at the door, you looked up to see Coriolanus, “well if it isn’t Mr. Coriolanus snow.” You stand up out of your chair as he makes his way to you, he immediately attaches your lips together. It hasn’t been long since his lips were on yours, but you missed it so. “I heard today you’re launching your clothing line,” you nod your head and sit back down. “Yes, I just hope they’ll sell.” He smiles at you lovingly, “they will. They’re fantastic.” His reassurance to you makes you feel a bit better. “Thanks Cori.” “Cori?” He questions but before you could answer, Dr. Gaul enters the room, “y/n, I hope you’re not slacking off.”

You shake your head as you smile softly, “just talking to my colleague.” He turns to Dr. Gaul, “I’m just congratulating her on her launch today. Giving her some advice.” She nods her head slowly, “things like what your grandmother says? What was it again?” He smiles awkwardly, “Snow falls on top,” he states while you jokingly thought, ‘of me.’ It made you laugh softly to yourself while he looked at you with a weird expression. With that Dr. Gaul leaves the room, leaving you two alone again.

“You know I’ve been wondering, do you remember what you said, about being Dr. Gaul’s lab rat? What did you mean by that?” You stand up cautiously and walk over to a mannequin with an unfinished design. “She chose me personally, to fight in the games. She wanted to make sure there would be a winner.” He stays standing next to your desk as he listens, “but why. What was so special about you?”

~ It was your birthday, turning the big number 15. You’re dad has been dreaming of this day since you were born. But even though it’s your birthday, training is still a must. After a quick 15 minutes, you have your dad on the floor, gasping for air, “you’ve grown up, finally beating your dad for once.” You show no expression to his words, anger fueling you up as you watch him get up. “I knew you could do it, today’s the big day. Joining the academy.” That’s if you could defeat a line up of men who also want to join. The academy would set your life in combat, one day you could get sent to the Capitol to be a protector of some important people. Your way out, while being the only woman to ever attend the academy.

Mr. Plinth is who owns it, he’s good friends with your father who has convinced him that you would be a good fit. But there’s one thing you needed to do before you could start your new life, you have to get rid of the past. The one thing that’s been leeched onto you for your whole life, your father. You take a few steps closer to him which he backs away suspiciously, “y/n?” You ignore him as you lock in on your target, you grip onto the side dagger you have. He begins to back away faster and runs, you catch up in no time and turn him to face you. You dig the dagger into his stomach, his face is pain as you dig it deeper and deeper. Blood drips out of his mouth and you push him off the blade, his body tumbles motionless. ~

You snap back into reality while Cori awaits your answer, “When I was 15 years old.. I killed my father. That’s why she chose me, because she knew what I was capable of. She knew I would do it again.” He bites his bottom lip, “she knew you would kill again, to survive.” You nod your head while you walk back slowly to him, and sit down at your desk again. He sits on the side silently, looking at you. You break the silence, “Whatever happened to Lucy gray? I remember you were quite fond of her.” His nervous demeanor and avoidance to your question made you think that it probably ended badly.

“I heard she was sent back to her district,” he avoids looking at you as he walks to the mannequin you were next to earlier. “Sejanus too, I haven’t heard about him in a while. Did you know me and him kissed when I was 9?” He doesn’t respond as he stares at the mannequin. “Um, excuse me?” A strange voice interrupts you, you turn to see a woman standing at the entryway. Cori recognizes her and steps in her direction, until he turns to you to introduce this woman. “Y/n, this is my girlfriend.” Your smile fades immediately, how could he?

You grip onto the side of your desk as you suck it up and stand, “hello, nice to meet you.” Cori’s face looks worried as if you would react wrong any second, “Dr. Gaul told me I would find you here. So, I decided to come find you for our date.” You blank out as you tune out their conversation, an anger builds up but you let it go. Who cares if he pursues another woman, you knew did down inside you. That you would never be his, no matter how much you wanted it. “So, we should be going now. Y/n?” You snap back and sigh, “of course, have fun!” You beam even though you know it’s fake.

After that, you didn’t really see much of Coriolanus. You were busy tending to your shop, and as everyone told you, it became popular very fast. The sells were flowing in like crazy and you were so happy with the results as you knew you would never be condemned to the cage again. Once you got more settled in, you decided you could do with more assistance in manufacturing. You hired 5 new people to help, a man of incredible taste strikes your eyes. His skin was dark but beautifully always shiny, clean like you preferred. His name was Gian, he later on earned the nickname Cinnabon from you due to his sweet actions. But Tigris had your heart and you favored her more than anything, so she was in charge when you left.

Left on investigation, Dr. Gaul gave you permission to travel to the districts when you wanted. As long as everything was tidy when you left. A question had been sinking into you since that last conversation with Cori. What the hell happened to Lucy Gray? And what happened to Sejanus Plinth? And you were determined to find out.

You made plans for a week away to investigate, first stop was at the Plinths house. Mrs. Plinth opened the door and was overjoyed, she led you inside and sat you down in the tea room. “Oh, I’m just so happy to see you, someone from back home. If only I would’ve known sooner that you were here, Sejanus would’ve been so happy.” You jump on it to question immediately when she mentions him, “where is he by the way? I would like to see him.” Her voice turns pale you hear a creak behind you, you turn to see Mr. Plinth.

You get up immediately, “Hello sir. It’s nice to see you.” He chuckles, “my my, why it isn’t little y/n!” He was always quite fond of you before you were taken, you were his little miracle worker. He moves quick to embrace you as you smell his warm scent, “I heard you were lurking about in the Capitol , what reason have you come to visit today?” You sigh as you both sit down, getting straight into business. “What happened to Sejanus?” His face goes stern as the same expression from earlier appears on Mrs. Plinths face.

“I don’t want to lie to you so I’ll just say it, he volunteered to be a peacekeeper and was sent to district 12.” District 12, perfect, exactly where you’re headed to look for Lucy Gray. “So, he’s there then?” They look at each other for a moment then back to you. They both nod their head yes but you’re suspicious of it, they’re hiding something. You’re about to make an excuse to leave when Mrs. Plinth recognizes your pin on your collar, “wait, I know that pin. It’s from my favorite designer!” You smile, “glad to know you like my work.” She gets excited as she asks you a billion questions. After calming her down a bit you finally manage to get out of there.

Off to district 12, it would take 2 days by train to get there. So you booked a train fright for yourself and were off. Once you got there, it was such a strange land. The only place you could think of to start is at the chief peacekeepers office. People gladly pointed you in the direction, you forgot how friendly district people were. You knocked on the door, and he grumbled a, “come in.” You entered and you can see confusion on his face, “you’re not from here. Are you?” You shook your head and took a seat, “I’m from the Capitol and I’m looking for someone. Well two people, Sejanus Plinth and Lucy Gray.”

“Those are some serious names you pulled,” he pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it to you. It’s a document, saying that music is banned here. You look at him confused, “there was a band here named the Covey and Lucy Gray was apart of it. They live in a house in the seam, near the meadow and the woods. I’ll have one of my boys escort you.” You were happy with his answer but not satisfied, “and.. Sejanus?” He takes a deep sigh, “I’m sorry but he’s dead.” Your heart drops, your breathing begins to increase, “what happened?”

“There was a voice recording of him planning a rebellion. We had no choice but to take action since the Capitol was putting pressure on us,” you were confused. “Why were they putting pressure?” He bit his bottom lip, “somehow the voice recording was sent to the Capitol and a powerful person enforced us to take action immediately.” You were scared to ask the next question, “how did you.. take care of it?” He paused for a bit. “We had him hanged, by the hanging tree.” You almost melted in your seat, you imagine it was the tree you passed on the way here, it gave you an ominous feeling. “Do you have this recording, I almost don’t believe it.”

He looks through his drawer and pulls it out, a machine you recognize. It belongs to a jabberjay, there recording box. You know it because you’ve seen it in Dr. Gaul’s office. He sets is to play and you hear his voice, his plan, but another voice comes in, a voice you know all too well. Coriolanus, you immediately know, that it was him who turned him in. He set Sejanus up to be killed. You thanked him for the information and as he said, he had two peacekeepers escort you to the property. They left once you were in proximity of it, you saw a girl sitting by a tree. Enjoying the air. “Excuse me,” she turns frightened by you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m looking for someone, Lucy gray? Is she here.” She stands up and walks toward you, “I know her.” She crosses her arms and one of her eyebrows flicker up, “but, Im not talking for free.” Her sassy demeanor made you smile as you handed her your pin. “Well, this is pure gold. I made it, it’s from my designs.” She pockets it quickly and shoots you a friendly smile, “What district are you from?” You laugh softly as she got straight to the point,“District 2, but I’ve spent the last 10 years in the Capitol.” She nods her head, “I’m Maude Ivory by the way.” She reaches her hand out to shake yours and you gladly oblige, “I’m y/n.” She sits down where she was earlier and you sit down too. “how’d you know Lucy Gray?”

“I met her once, in the Capitol.” Her eyes move to the side then back to you, as if a thought traveled through her mind. “Did you know her boyfriend? He’s from the capitol too. Name is Coriolanus snow, I met him on his day off.” You knew something was between them, he wouldn’t worry like that for someone if he didn’t like her. “Day off? Did he work here?” She shrugs her shoulders, “not really work, he was a peacekeeper.” It clicks, the so-called ‘Capitol business.’ “I miss her, she taught me that if I could find Katniss, I would never go hungry..” Miss? “You say you miss her, is she not here anymore?” She shakes her head sadly as she frowns, “she told me she was leaving with her boyfriend. Tam claims they were running away to start a life in the wild.” So, no one knows what happened to them. But Coriolanus returned to the Capitol, so where the hell is Lucy gray?

“She made a song for him, you want to hear it?” She said it was titled, pure as the driven snow, you listened closely to the way she sang it. You even asked her when she was done singing to write down the lyrics because you loved the song so much. After that, she decided she wanted to go pick some Katniss. You told her before she left, “you know, that would make a pretty name for a girl.” You began to wander into the forest where the house was. Wondering if they came through this way. You don’t know how far you traveled but you remember the way back.

Just when you turn to go back, When you slip on a smooth rock, you look down at it. There lies a bullet, where your mind fills with one conclusion. He was here, and he shot at her. So, is she dead? Was she buried in the lake? There was only one person who could answer this, Coriolanus. And you needed the answer. You immediately made way back to the train station to the Capitol. The whole way back you think of a speech, a way to get him to admit it. Honestly, it felt too easy to get all that information. But you’ll find out soon enough.

As soon as you got to the Capitol, you made your way immediately to look for him. You stormed into Dr. Gauls lab, he was no where to be found. “Ah, you’re back already. Had a good time?” You paid no mind to her words, “I’m looking for Coriolanus.” She crosses her arms, “I have him out fetching materials. I’ll let him know you stopped by.” Her meaning in her words means leave and get back to work. But you went to home to wash off the travel, then to your office. There was a waiting Coriolanus snow. He was sitting in your chair by your desk in the dark, you cautiously turned on the lights.

“Dr. Gaul said you were looking for me?” You stood standing in the middle of the room. A one sided tension, you cleared your throat, “yes. I.. need to ask you something.” He nods his head slowly and leans onto your desk. “Ask away,” you slowly stepped closer to ask your questions. “I don’t know if you heard but I went on trip to the districts,” he stares at you like he knows that you did. “District 12, to be in fact.” His body tenses up, you can tell he’s not trying to show any reaction. “And I found something out,” your at the side of you desk now. You lean over, inches from his face. “What did you do.. to Lucy gray?” His face drops and his pupils widen, he backs away.

He gets up and faces away from you, “I did nothing.” You scoff and he turns around surprised, “nothing? So I’m imagining the bullets I found in the woods then? I’m imagining that Lucy Gray hasn’t been missing ever since you two supposedly, ran away together?” His eyes shut as he now knows he’s been caught. “Tell me, how is it that you ran away together, but you’re here. And Lucy Gray is nowhere to be found?” His hands come to his face, “why the hell did you go? Why did you have to do that!” You laugh softly in disbelief, “was I not supposed to?” You can hear the distress in his voice, “no! Why- I-I thought you would just.. stay here because you were tamed.”

Tamed? Like a wild animal? "You think just because you got me out of the damn cage, you thought you could control me like some animal? You thought wrong Coriolanus Snow!" His breathing is shaky, but you could care less, “and I found something most intriguing. Sejanus Plinth is dead, turned in by a voice recording.” He awaits your next sentence, “turned in by no one other than you, you think I wouldn’t recognize the other voice talking to him?” He collapses on the chair, “so you know everything.” His voice is breaking but he manages to try to defend himself, “but I didn’t hurt Lucy gray, she ran away.”

You shake your head, not believing him, “yeah, right.” He shoots back at you, “you have no right to judge me when you killed the person closest to you.” You begin to fill with rage, just at the mention of your father, “I had my reasons for killing my father.” He begins to state your faults, “and you were encaged for 10 years by Dr. Gaul but once you were set free, that was just forgotten right?” You are appalled he would even stoop to try to turn this back on you, “I was doing what was necessary to survive!” He jumps out of the seat and approaches you quickly, “And you think I didn’t have my reasons?!” His raised voice shut you down, reminding you of the times when your father did the same.

“I thought we understood each other, that- that we’ve both killed and accepted it.” You fight back the tears in your eyes, he cups your cheek but you slap him off. “Please, let’s just forget about this. I like you okay? We can go back to normal, I’ll get rid of Livia.” You scoff as if it would magically make it go away. “I will not let this go, I will remind and remind you until you can’t take it anymore and turn yourself in.” You left after that encounter, back home where it’s safe. You couldn’t forget the conversation, you just couldn’t. And apparently, he couldn’t either.

You turned into work the next morning as if nothing happened, Tigris wasn’t scheduled to work in the office today because she was down at the shop. You picked up the phone and dialed the shop’s number, “mockingjays boutique, this is Tigris speaking.” Her voice soothed your bad mood instantly, “hey little tiger, it’s y/n. I was wondering if you could stop by to the office for a second.” She pauses and stammers, “the boutique is actually spilling with customers so, I think it would be better if you came here.”

You agreed and hurriedly made your way. But you were stopped about a block away from the shop, of course it’s him. “We need to talk,” your hand flies up to your forehead to soothe the incoming headache. “I want to talk about what happened,” you stand staring at him, emotionless because you don’t have the time for this. “I need to go tend to my shop, bye.” You try to dismiss him but he runs in front of you. You huff and move around him but he is persistent, “come on, I just wanna talk.” You stomp your foot as you turn to him, “Fine! Talk.”

He clears his throat and begins with the sob story, “I was just trying to protect myself and Lucy gray. I had no idea what I was doing at the time.” You stood unimpressed, “how exactly did you protect Lucy gray? I know hanging Sejanus wasn’t for that reason..” You see him gulp and his feet shuffle inside his large shoes, “did you- you killed someone else didn’t you?!” He begins to reach out for you again but you push him away, “how many? How many!?” You raise your voice at him which belittles him, “4.” You begin to laugh, laugh a way you haven’t before.

He watches your emotional episode, his eyes showing real fear. Then you stop, cupping your hands together. “You think I didn’t know this? This is old news. I know you killed the mayors daughter Mayfair, Bobbin from district 8, Sejanus, and Casca high bottom.” Of course, after you came to Dr. Gaul with this information. She gladly named the rest of the people he killed. His head jerks back as he realizes you named them all, “how? How do you know all of this?” You sigh and check your watch, “you’re wasting my time. I’ll torment you more later but now I need to go, my apprentice is waiting.”

You begin to walk but stop, this would be a good time to rub it in his face. You turn to him and he stares at you, "Have you met my apprentice? Her name's Tigris." You snark to him as his lips curve into a frown and his eyes darken. Of course it hit him hard, his own cousin who he has grown a hatred for. Tigris spilled all the drama between them during your late nights together, not knowing you knew him.

You walked in and as she said, it was booming with customers. The customers surrounded you excitedly, pushing any surface at you to autograph. Tigris watched in amusement at your struggle, letting a giggle slip when a man asked you to sign his chest. You managed to pull her away once the customers slowly died down.

“You’re back earlier than expected,” she smiled so brightly, it soothed your heart instantly. “In a party mood for tonight? Coriolanus said he would be going to this girls party at the club down the street.” You were confused, parties haven’t been a thing for years. And you immediately knew the girls party he was going to was for his precious new beau. “I thought parties weren’t really a thing anymore,” she giggles at your confusion. “Well thanks to a fabulous designer, people are trying to find excuses to wear your clothes. So, automatically parties are going to rise again.”

She walked away to a rack behind the counter, scrambling to pick out a dress, until she whisks out your new design. The rippled layers of black, short in the front and train leading in the back. Gold flakes and leave placed on the bodice, with your signature mockingjay design. Long gloves that go with the silky design. The top that fits you so familiar. The shirt you wore from the games, assembled into a low cut corset. “When you made this, it just screamed you. I couldn’t bear to sell it to a nobody.” She didn’t know the backstory to the dress so she couldn’t know how much you wanted to rip it apart.

“You should wear it tonight, just once.” You debated it but wanted to see her happy so you agreed. “So, could I pick out any dress I want?” You smiled as you knew how long she’s been wanting to try on one of the dresses, “yes go ahead you noisy tiger.” She chose a flowy blue dress which worked perfectly with her skin tone. You let her go home for the rest of the day to prepare for the party and she left happy. You stared at the dress and noticed one of the male mannequins suit gone, the one you designed for Coriolanus. The matching suit to the dress Tigris picked, you laughed as she probably gave it to him.

You slipped on the dress and it fit like a glove, you slipped on a pair of heels from the shop and the final missing piece. A mask you designed that has mockingjay feathers attached. You stared in the mirror for a while, the memories of the first games came rushing back. The memories you tried over and over to bury, but they never fully go away. You prepared yourself for the plan tonight to show up. You were going to try to talk to the girl, maybe even slip the night you had with Coriolanus.

You easily slipped into the party, eyes scanned you instantly. You’re still getting used to all the new popularity. You would’ve had more practice the last 10 years if you weren’t locked up. A woman bumped into you, looking like she drank the whole bar. You recognize it’s Coriolanus best friend, the new girlfriend. “Wait a second,” she slurred her words and spilled her champagne on the floor. “You’re y/n, the designer and owner of mockingjay boutique right?” You nodded her head as she began to stumble closer to you, her intoxicating breath was drowning you. “I feel so honored to have you here, I never expected for you to attend!” You plastered a fake smile onto your face, “of course I would, they say this will start a new era of parties for centuries.” She giggles drunkly and she drags herself away, mumbling something along the lines ‘I know I’m so great.’

You rolled your eyes and began to look for Tigris, scanning for a pink puffy dress. But the colors in the crowd blind you and you can’t seem to find her. You stop looking when the party host enters on stage with the mic, “I just wanted to say thank you for everyone coming. I’m so.. happy!” She barely managed to speak straight, almost letting vomit explode out of her. She almost trampled down the stairs when a man came in sight. He announced, “I heard we have a special guest tonight. You may know her as the designer from Mockingjay boutique! Come on up!”

A light had shined on you and screams and cheers came from all around you. People grazed against your skins and clothes as you walked by to make it to the stairs. He reached out a hand to help you up and took it. He hands you the mic and you clear your throat, “You may know me as the designer and of mockingjay boutique or..” you hope the next words won’t make people throw a riot and throw tomatoes at you. “Remember me from the first games, I may look different now but I hope you guys could see past that.” The faces on people’s faces turn form curiosity to realization, “I hope you guys don’t mind if I sing something to congratulate the host on her amazing party,” you looked over to the band next to you and gave them the cue. The guitar starts and the band slowly builds in, you wait for your cue.

“Everyone's born as clean as a whistle.

As fresh as a daisy.. And not a bit crazy

Staying that way's a hard row for hoeing.

As rough as a briar, Like walking through fire.”

You see people in the audience get comfortable and turn to listen to you. You spot Tigris in the crowd, smiling proudly at you.

“This world, it's dark. This world, it's scary.

I've taken some hits, so no wonder I'm wary.

It's why.. I Need you.

You're as pure as the driven snow.”

You’ve forgotten how it feels to be this free, to sing your lungs out. Your father forbade you to sing growing up, because your mother used to.

“Everyone wants to be like a hero.

The cake with the cream, or the doer not dreamer.

Doing's hard work, but it takes some to change things.

Like goat's milk to butter, Like ice blocks to water.

This world goes blind when children are dying.

I turn into dust, but You never stop trying.

It's why.. I Love you

You're as pure as the driven snow.”

As you sang ‘I love you,’ you spot Coriolanus in the crowd. With the missing suit and matching mask. As you hold the high note at the end, people cheer in the crowd.

“Cold and clean.

Swirling over my skin.

You cloak me,

You soak right in.. Down to my heart.

Everyone thinks they know all about me.

They slap me with labels and spit out their fables.

You came along and you knew it was lying.”

These lyrics hit hard for you, everyone did slap you with labels. A soulless monster was how you were branded. But then they no longer recognized you once you became important for the Capitol.

“You saw the ideal me.

And yes, that's the real me.

This world, it's cruel.. With troubles aplenty.

You asked for a reason, I've got three and twenty

For why.. I Trust you.

You're as pure as the driven snow.

It's why.. I Trust you.

You're as pure as the driven snow.”

You felt Lucy Gray through the song, her longing and love for him. How he was her everything because she believed he saved her. Until he was the end of her existence. This very event you had been planning, you knew the band way before the party. You knew that they would get booked at this party, which is why you taught them the music. To bring Coriolanus to his knees. He appeared out of the crowd, making his way to you, as you made your way off the stage. “Nice suit, did Tigris give it to you?” His eyes scan your outfit, noticing it’s completely matching his. “I designed it especially for you, but what are the chances we wore the matching set today.”

His hands pick at his fingernails as he looks nervous, “I hope you liked the song, I sang it special. Just for you!” A man with a try of champagne passes by and you grab one. You take a sip and he continues just gazing at you, “just clearing my pipes.” Guess that comment triggered him, “what are you doing here?” You laugh into the glass, “it’s a party. The first one in a while and well, I had to see if my clothing would be worn tonight.” You tsk as you see his girl getting comfortable with another man. “Surprisingly, your girl is a fan of mine. But she’s not wearing my clothes, I wonder why?”

He turns to the direction you were looking and immediately bounces off. He gets to her and knocks the drink in her hand off, he yells at her, you read ‘what the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re making an embarrassment of yourself.’ Her faces scrunched up at his demeanor, fearful. ‘You know what, we’re done!’ And he walks away angrily, you smile to yourself as you see him walk out. You grab a few drinks and relax yourself in the atmosphere. Tigris runs up to you after a while, “y/n. The alarm has been going off in the shop for a half-hour!”

You calm her down and reassure her. You tell her you’ll go check it out and she can stay and enjoy the party. But she refuses and insists to go with you. You let her and you both head over there. Once you’re there, you both notice the door lock shattered. She’s scared but you enter with no hesitation. She hangs outside while you go in, you hear a clutter in the back and grab whatever you could find to have for protection, a hammer from renovation. You hold it steady and walk to the noise. You find a drunk Coriolanus on the floor in front of a mirror, drinking a bottle.

He sees you in the mirror and continues drinking. You sigh in frustration, “what are you doing?” You put the hammer down on the desk and turn to be face to face with him. His eyes close and his body collapses, you gasp in shock and call out for Tigris. She comes running in and falls to the ground next to him, “help me get him up.” You do as she says and put an arm on your shoulder. You both lift him up and she leads you to her apartment. She brings you inside and to a room, which you assume is his. She instructs you to lie him down, she takes off his alcohol induced shirt and pants, leaves him in his undergarments while she gets supplies.

You sit down next to him on the bed, you stare at him. Admiring him, even though you shouldn’t. Your hands move themselves along his cheeks, along his lips. You let your hand go and begin to get up from the bed. Then a hand appears on your arm, “don’t go.” You turn back to a very awake Coriolanus, his bright blue eyes staring at you. You sit back down next to him softly, you two gaze at each other for a second. “Why were you in shop?” His jaw tightens and he swallows, “I found something out.. why? Why did she have to use you?” You don’t understand but he quickly explains, “I went to Dr. Gaul after the party, to tell her what happened between us.”

~ “I had her investigate in your time at district 12, I wanted to see how long it would take you to crack and admit it to me.” Coriolanus stared at her in disbelief, “but why? Why her?” She smiles, “because she’s my puppet, she does everything I tell her. Because that’s how I programmed her.”~

Suddenly you realize too, the reason why you can’t fight back to her demands. Why you do things unexplained and can’t control it.

~“I injected a venom into her, which wired her to do things she can’t control. For example, whenever she feels pity for someone or an emotion that’s vulnerable. She will kill that person because she will hate how it feels.” ~

You understand yourself now, how you were in the games. Why you killed that girl with no hesitation.

~“But it’s different with us, she doesn’t have a certain feeling towards us, even if she thinks she does. She can’t hurt Capitol people physically, her mind will block her from doing so.”~

Explains why you haven’t killed Dr. Gaul yet. Tigris comes back into the room before you could speak again. She brings a tray of soup and some water. “I could watch him for you if you want.” She’s surprised but refuses. “I insist my little tiger, for all your hard work. You should get some sleep,” she sighs and nods her head and closes the door on her way out. You grab the water she brought and serve it to him, he gulps it all up immediately. You place the cup back down on his bedside table and turn back to tears filling in his eyes.

He begins to weep, “I wish we could be together.”He reaches out for you, he holds tight onto your body. There he is, the man you met those nights ago, the man outside the cage. The one who opened his heart to you. “What can I do?” His voice is breaking, your heart feels it again, that pitiful feeling. You can only think of one thing, “Can you agree that you won’t lie to me again. That you won’t kill again?” He looks up at you and nods his head, “I promise.” You sigh and lay down next to him in the bed. He falls asleep while you play with his hair.

About an hour and a half of watching him sleep, you get up. You decided you needed to change out of the dress. You rummaged through his closet and took out a shirt and pants. But he felt your absence presence as he woke up. Clearly he’s not drunk anymore. But you hadn’t noticed as you began to undress in the room, taking off the dress. You put on the shirt, but as you bent over to grab the pants. You heard the bed shake, you looked at the mirror beside you to see him watching you intensely. He smirked and got up.

“Where are you going?” He appears behind you while you look in the mirror. His arms latch around your waist, preventing you from putting on the pants, “You were sleeping.” He sighs and jokes, “how heartless, you were gonna leave me while I was sleeping?” You smile and shake your head. He turns you around, “Do you honestly feel nothing around me?” His smell fills your nose in your proximity, his eyes scanning your face. You decide you wanna play with him a little bit and shake your head, “I don’t.” He takes it as a challenge as his lips curve up, “and if I do this?” He places stray strand behind your ear, and slowly creeps down to your neck. His warm breath tenses you up and he places a sweet peck.

“Or this?” His hand creeps down your back and onto your butt, he squeezes it softly. “And you don’t miss this?” He guides your hand down onto his hard-on which makes you gasp softly. “You don’t miss how I made you feel? How I made you unravel.. twice?” His breath on your ear makes you squirm in his touch. “Get on the bed.. now.” His soft but stern voice made your stomach flutter as you felt compelled to listen. You made your way to the bed, crawling on your hands and knees on it, and looked back at him teasingly.

He bit his bottom lip softly as he came close to you, his hand grazing along your back, dragging the shirt up to reveal your underwear. Getting full view of you, he comes onto the bed. “So, you were gonna leave me huh?” You feel a sting sensation of your behind and gasp while staring at him. “Not talking? Am I gonna have to force it out of you, hm?” You whimpered in emancipation of what he was going to do next. He yanked down your panties and threw them off in the distance.

He played with your folds teasingly, pulling away when you moved back into his fingers. He kept toying you for what seemed hours. Until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Please,” you begged him but he payed no mercy. “I’m sorry, I was gonna leave but I would come back. I swear,” he smirked and his eyes glimmered. “That’s all I wanted to hear,” with that he pulls down his underwear fast and sinks into you. You moaned in delight but it started to hurt, bad. He pounded into you unmercifully, the angle and position began to make your body ache with pain. You pleaded for him to slow down but he didn’t listen.

Tears began to pour down your cheeks and you cry into the sheets. He stopped when he finally noticed your cries. “Y/n?” He touched your shoulders but you pushed him off. You slapped him away and he backed off instantly. You laid on your side with your knees to your chest. He tried to soothe you and hold you but you pushed him away each time. He didn’t understand that you couldn’t take it. You were new to this and vulnerable and he took advantage of that. You started to realize, maybe he is the bad person, maybe he is the villain.

You left a while after that, you didn’t say a word. You just continued on without him. Until the next night, you were walking home. You were about to enter on your block when you heard arguing. You were curious and his around a corner to see. To find Coriolanus and Livia talking. “Why? Why can’t we?” He tried walking away and she ran after him, “just give me a chance please.” He yelled violently at her, “go fall in a ditch, will you?! I don’t have time for this.” You hid away quickly and ran to your house when you saw him coming your direction. You barely made it inside when you heard a knock on your door. You reluctantly opened it, “hey.” He stood before you like nothing happened. You left him in for some reason and you both went to your living room. “Why are you here?” You asked suspiciously, waiting for the right moment to ask him about Livia.

“I wanted to apologize for the other night,” you rolled your eyes. “Don’t, I’m not in a forgiving mood.” He attempted to grab your arm but you pushed him off. “Don’t!.. Are you really here for me or Livia?” You huffed at him and he’s taken aback. “What are you talking about?” You began to get snarky, “Are you gonna deny that you were with her?!” He sighs and looks to his left, “No, we were just talking.” Looking away to the left is an obvious detection of lying. He couldn’t possibly believe that you would think it was nothing. “Oh, you think Imma believe that?” He abruptly reaches for your face, cupping his hands onto you cheeks, “I promised I wouldn’t lie to you again.” Tears filled in your eyes and you closed them, getting rid of them. “And you still did.” You pushed him off and you tried to make your way out of the living room.

He latches his hands onto you, “don’t walk away from me!” He gripped your wrist so tightly, your heart began to pound so hard in your chest. You imagined that he could hear it. You stared at him in fear, “let go of me.” He leaned in, yelling critical words to you. All the while, not once letting the tightening pain around your wrist go. Your body was frozen, you couldn’t fight back. He kept yelling and screaming, you fought your tears back. Until he said the words, “you’re such a monster,” it triggered something in you. You gathered the strength to fight back, you used the momentum and pushed him flying back into a vase.

“Don’t forget who I am! I am the first victor, I paved my way into this economy by killing! So, don’t think that I won’t do the same to you!” The glass under him clicks and he reveals a bloody arm, he stares at you from the ground. “You think I’m afraid of you? Don’t forget, I’ve killed too.” He begins to get up slowly, but, you reveal a knife from under a side table and grip it in your hand. “But I’ve killed more than you, experience over stupidy.” He’s cautious, keeping a distance from you. “You can’t hurt me, Dr. Gaul made you that way.” You smirk, “Well I’ve been reprogramming myself, finding multiple reasons to kill you.” You got yourself in a stable position, “and this is a pretty good reason.” He sighs and slowly makes his way to the entryway, he cautiously opens the front door and leaves. You felt as if you could breathe again and went to lock it. You plumped down your bed and slept for an eternity.

The next morning started like no other, you went into work with a smile. Feeling a weight off your shoulders that you stood your ground. “So I have this idea,” they listened intensely to you. “Maybe we should get makeup products up and running again?” They looked at each other and nodded, “the outfits certainly require some kind of makeup to pop out.” They all began to jot down notes while you continued. Tigris admiring you and sketching some ideas. “Also I’m thinking of recreating something from this victor, Lucy gray.” You pulled out a folder of the original dress and your new design, “I’ll call it, the Lucy gray. Not quite original but still.” Gian raises an eyebrow, “this might be controversial. I mean no one really remembers her.” You smile, “that’s exactly right. She won last year and no one remembers. That’s why I want to do this, she’s the first district 12 winner and she deserves this.” They all agreed and started work on the design.

You were caught up in your work and got interrupted by Dr. Gaul. “It’s time for our meeting,” you sighed knowing you would have to face Coriolanus. You dragged your feet all the way and you felt your mood drop instantly when you saw him. “The atmosphere feels tense all of a sudden,” Dr. Gaul mentioned while peering at the two of you. “So the next games are coming up soon, and we have to figure out a couple situations,” Dr. Gaul huffs when reminded of what happened last games. You suggest, “provided by me. Why don’t we have all the tributes wear matching outfits?”

She seemed impressed with the idea. Although you had something else planned, to remind everyone of Coriolanus’ mistakes. “To not repeat our mistakes from the past I have a suggestion.. why don’t we have the victors become mentors for the incoming tributes?” You stared at Coriolanus with fury as his suggestion was targeted towards you. Your nails pressed into your palms, retaining your urge to scratch his eyes out. “Well that sounds splendid! It would encourage the tributes to know that they have a chance, from getting advice from past victors.”

You noticed a flaw in his suggestion, “but not all would have a mentor, there’s only been 10 games. We have 24 tributes playing.” She nods her head in understanding, “that is true. But it would certainly solve that problem..” The pause of her speech made your stomach turn, she’s really thinking about this, really debating it. “It’s decided, when the 25 annual Hunger games comes around, the past victors will become mentors.” You dreaded the day it would come. You would try your best to protest, you couldn’t be responsible for another death like that. You left the meeting in distraught and anger.

You heard a pair of footsteps in the distance, like someone was following you. You tried your best to observe your surroundings, and you successfully spotted the man without him noticing. Coriolanus was following you, and you had to get rid of him. You walked to your offices and turned off the light, you grabbed a large pole and sat near the entrance, awaiting your victim. You heard the footsteps get closer and closer, until they came to halt, inches away from you. You swung the pole with all your might, earning a large groan and tumble from him. You stood above him, staring at his motionless body, not dead just unconscious. You heard something tumble behind you, but before you could see what it was. You felt a clap to your head, and all black was what you could see.

You woke up, hands bound down to a chair armrest with rope. Legs wrapped in tape and rope, mouth covered with a cloth. There’s a bright light shined down on you, but soon your eyes adjust. “You’re awake,” a female voices announces. Livia. She stands up and makes a way in the distance. You begin to move your wrists around, attempting to loosen the ropes. “They’re extra tight, you won’t be going anywhere.” His earth shattering voice makes you tremble in anger, you scream out into the cloth, muting all your rage. “Calm down, no one will hear you,” he shakes his head and rubs his forehead.

Livia exits the room and leaves you two alone. You look around, it’s definitely not the apartment. You observe closer and find a photo of Livia with her family. Her house. You mumble into the cloth and he tilts his head in amusement. “Would you wish to speak?” You nod your head fast, pleading him with puppy dog eyes. He steps slowly to you and rips off the cloth from your mouth. You lick your lips fast, trying to get rid of the dryness. “You can just let me go, I swear, I won’t tell a soul,” you say breathless and licking your lips at almost every word. “I can’t afford to let you go, I’ve learned from my mistakes. I can’t have loose ends, and I won’t,” he says getting low to the floor while keeping eye contact.

“And you think Livia won’t be a loose end?” He perks his lips out at the suggestion, “she wants to be with me so bad that she wouldn’t say a word. My perfect little puppet.” Your lips frown and you get the urge to spit in his face. But you can’t produce enough spit to do it, your mouth feels so dry. “You may be wondering why your tongue is so dry. It means the poison has begun to work.” Your heart drops and you begin to freak out. Tears develop down your cheeks and your heart is pounding. You muster up enough energy to speak, “Do you really think you’ll get away with it? I’m everywhere and I’ll live on to torture you.” He laughs and sits in amusement in front of you. “That’s what you think.”

You try to unleash yourself but it’s no use, you feel your heart begin to fail on you. You scream out in pain, you yell to him, “One day, you’ll have a death so poetic, a death by the people, I swear it.” Those words would haunt him. Your final words as the last breath left your mouth. Death was easy, you drifted away in the eternal darkness. You begged and begged that one day, you would be reincarnated. And you would be. Because this fate is what would end him, even though years passed that he forgot all about it. But you did live on, your ideas got passed on through generations. Which inspired the a rebellion who would destroy the world he created. And the leader of that, was you, reincarnation had a funny way. Katniss, the mockingjay who wore your pin into battle, was you. Although you didn’t remember.

But you may be wondering what happened to the rest of the characters. Tigris? As punishment for Tigris, he was going to transform into what you always called her. A tiger. And for your clothing line? Shut down. But your vision lived on through other designers. Your trusted Gian, had a son named Cinna who helped with the designs. Livia? She married the monster, a loveless marriage for life. Lucy gray may have been the reason why he never wanted love again, to feel weak and vulnerable. But you, he never wanted to be brought down to his knees again. To have someone expose him and punish him, so he will be the one to punish. Even if he gets caught, he will stand with a high head and never back down.

The end~

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Santa Tell Me (Naughty version)

Pairing: Lee Know x female reader, established relationship

Genre: Christmas stuff

Warnings: 18+ mature content, kissing, unprotected sex, slapping, choking, pet names.

Regular version here.. kinda short ik😓

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

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You push him onto his back as you crawled into his lap, straddling him. “Baby..” you lean down to kiss him, igniting your internal fires. “I want you.. please?” You mumble against his lips, he indulges you and holds you tightly. "Now I can get my real present.." He mumbles against your lips as you nod and smile against his lips. He pushes you on your back softly as he makes himself comfortable on top of you.

He begins to tear off your shirt like wrapping paper. Throwing it off to the side as his kisses flows down your body. It feels so good but you have your own idea in mind. A sudden urge of dominance, as you notice the unbuckling of his pants. You spring up, and push him down below you, getting on top of him.

He’s not opposed to this movement, he actually enjoys it. He smirks at you as you pull off his pants. “What’s so funny?” You finally notice his smile, you tilt your head. He shakes his head, “you never want to be top..” It’s true, you let him do all the work often. “Well.. I wanted to give you a good Christmas,” and with that you kiss him. While slowly gliding yourself down his length. You two slowly moan in each other’s mouth as it satisfied you both. You begin to move your hips, as his hands explore your breasts. He pinches your nipples which causes you to jerk forward at the sensation.

The friction is starting to feel just right. His lower lip goes between his teeth, showing that it feels good for him too. "Y/n," he looks up at you through his hooded eyes, he holds your hips still. You know it isn’t easy for him to let you do this either, to resist the temptation to pound into you. “I can’t.. I want..” You shush him, covering his lips with your finger. “My turn remember?” He pouts like a baby while you continue your hip movements. You drag your hand down to choke him softly, not enough so he can’t breathe or talk. His mouth drops open as you begin to go faster and faster with your hips. “Fuck, please.” He grips onto your shoulders but you knock off his hands as yours place on his chest.

You begin to scratch at his chest as the feeling builds up inside you, his groans slip out of his mouth so easily. You close your eyes and feel the warmth of him more. “I’m sorry baby,” he whispers as you feel yourself getting picked up. Your face gets mushed into sheets but you could care less. You knew at some point he would want to be dominate again. You earn a burning sensation of a slap on your ass, you moan in delight. He grips a bundle of your hair in his fist, bringing your face off the sheets. "You're gonna be a good girl for me, right?" You nod your head like crazy, doing and saying he wants.

He begins to pound into you, hard. It makes your whimper aloud and scratch at the sheets. “Shh, it’s okay baby,” he whispers into your ear. You feel a finger circle your sensitive bud as you try to crawl away. He brings you closer to him and holds you down again. “Imma make you feel good kitten, don’t run away from me.” He begins the movements again which make you squirm under him. The pleasure begins to build up for you. You begin to shake as he abuses your clit.

Him pounding your walls, hitting you in your g-spot perfectly hurts and feels so good at the same time. You can hear the bed start to shake as you realize whoever has the room next to you is suffering. “Fuck, baby,” you know he’s starting to get close so you try to focus more on the pleasure. “Lee know,” you coo at him to encourage him. You feel a knot in your stomach and cry out. You want it so bad, then with one more stroke, you hit it.

You don’t remember what happened next, just sheets in your face. You woke up with Lee know laying next to you. You smile as your fingers touch his face. “You okay baby?” He asks you as you nod with a content smile. “Never better.”

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loveneversleepss · 6 months

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Santa Tell Me (regular version)

Inspired by Ariana grandes song

Pairing: Lee Know x female reader

Genre: Established relationship, Christmas time, living with the members.

Warnings: none basically.. pretty pg-13 besides kissing, comedy tho 😁, clingy Lee know

W.C:

Naughty version here..

“Baby?” You wake up to Lee know nudging you awake softly, he places a kiss on your cheek. You groan softly as you turn over, head to his chest as you drift off back into sleep. “You have to wake up,” he caresses your cheek softly. Your head comes up against his chest as you let it softly pat against him. Your eyes slowly blink open, your head follows your eyes as you trail up to his face.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” you sigh heavily and push his face away. “Hey! You can’t be mean on Christmas..” he pouts as you sit up straight. “It’s not Christmas yet, it’s only Christmas Eve,” you rub your eyes and adjust to the morning brightness. You slouch your back and turn around to see Lee Know practically throwing a tantrum, hitting the pillow and burying his face into it. You tsk and look at the mirror in front of the bed, you attempt to untangle the rats nest your hair has become overnight with your hands.

“Did you sleep good at least,” he asks and you dramatically turn your head fast to him, giving him a death glare. “Yes, until someone woke me up,” you throw a pillow at him and he catches it. “Well sorryyyy, I missed my girlfriend,” he smiles cheekily at you but his charm doesn’t work on you so early in the mornings. “Don’t start, I’m half-awake..”

You hear a loud commotion coming from somewhere in the dorm, you turn to Lee know. “Guess the boys are up, come on. Time to get ready,” you drag your legs down off the edge of the bed and reluctantly take steps to the door. You open it to meet face to face with a frozen Felix, carrying plastic containers bigger than him. You raise your eyebrow and continue past him to the restroom, not your problem.

You stumble into the bathroom and begin your morning routine; washing your face, brushing your teeth, skincare, etc.. You decide after all you want to take a shower. You turn on the shower and begin to undress, just then, a knock at the door.. more like a bang actually. “OPEN, I NEED TO POOP!” Lee know pushes against the door, you roll your eyes and wrap a tower around you, not to conceal yourself from Lee know. But from the others who might pass by the door when you open it. You open it slightly and he storms in.

“You’re welcome,” you close the door and step into the shower. Dropping the towel behind you, you sigh as the hot water flows down your body. You hear a video playing from his phone, he does it so you can’t hear him doing his business. You hear the loud flush of the toilet and know he’s done, “you want me to join you?” You hear the facet running. Don’t get it wrong, you love showering with him. But the mornings are your time alone, your space to relax. “Um, maybe tomorrow?” He sighs and you hear the door shut.

You feel a little bad, you’ve been neglecting him all morning. You’ll make it up to him for Christmas. You finish up your shower and go into your shared bedroom to find clothes in the closet. In your towel, the cold air sends chills down your back. “Cold, baby?” He appears from behind you, his warm hands place on your shoulders. They drag down and wraps around your waist, his head lays on your shoulder. “Missed me?” You tease him and reach for clothes. “Mhm, a lot,” he turns you around and leans in for a kiss. You let him and give a small peck.

“Hyunggg,” an eager Jeongin knocks at the door. You smile and continue your task as Lee know stumbles to the door. You hear them whispering to each other but it doesn’t faze you as you dress in the closet. You walk out and see he’s getting ready too. In unusual outfit, like he’s going out to dinner or something.. “are you going somewhere?” You ask while drying the tips of your hair. “We.. we are going somewhere,” he walks to you, confusion written all over your face.

“Where are we going?” He kisses your cheek as his hands linger around your waist. “A small trip, the boys are going but.. it’s a better place than here. Way bigger,” he explains as he pulls his shoes on. “Dress more warm okay? I’ll wait for you in the living room. Oh, and we’re staying until tomorrow.” Great. You grab a set of pajamas and more clothes and stuff it into a bag. You begin to wonder where you’re going and what Lee Know has gotten you for Christmas. You pull some boots on and warmer clothes. Completing the look with a beanie and you’re ready.

“Ready,” you grab his hand as you wander into the living room. He grabs your bag and leads you outside. The boys come outside, nosy as ever, and load their belongings too. Everyone pairs up in threes, you, Lee know and Han, apparently he wanted to spend quality time with your boyfriend. Whatever that means.. the time it takes to get to the spot was about an hour. Lee know drove and you had fallen asleep for a couple minutes while Han and him were talking. You heard the keys jingle to shut off the car and he nudged you softly. The snow began to fall as soon as you got out the car.

Your eyes meet with a wooden cabin, surrounded by pine trees that stretch for miles. Very Christmasy and beautiful. He grabs a hold of your hand and walks inside with you. “How about you take this and go find a room for us, hmm?” He whispers into your ear then kisses your head. You listen as you observe your surroundings. “Y/n,” Chan calls you. “You guys can have the only room on this floor. It’s the nicest.” You smile, “thank you, how sweet.”

You walk into the room, the bed covered with white sheets like snow. A queen sized bed, enough room for 4 people. What catches your eye is a fireplace in front of the bed. A rug in front with a couch not far. A tv hangs from above the fireplace. Very cozy. You find it has a bathroom and walk in closet and set down your belongings. The room has a glass sliding door out into a balcony. You stand in front of it but don’t want the cold snow to get inside. “Ooo, this is niceee.” Lee Knows voice makes you smile.

He closes the door and sets his beanie on the bed. He jumps onto the bed like the toddler he is while you go in front of the fireplace. “We can turn it on later if you want,” you turn to see him laying on one hand on his side. You nod your head, “I would like that.” He sits up, “come here.” You walk to the side of the bed, he pulls you on top of him. You get comfortable as your head rises and falls with his breathing. “It’s so nice here..” you whisper, you haven’t been to a place like this in a while. He rubs his hand down your back, soothing you.

“Shall we go see the tree they have?” You sit up quickly while nodding your head. You jump off the bed while he closely follows as you make your way back to the start. He holds your hand as you search for the main room. A tree almost 8 feet tall takes your breath away. There’s presents underneath as the members brought them. Your present to lee know and his to you. You didn’t realize the sun was already going down. The boys are what you assume is the kitchen, drinking wine and preparing for dinner.

The dinner was beautiful, the boys telling stories as they get sentimental a bit. Laughs and cheers were heard all that night. But you couldn’t wait for present opening time, it quickly turned midnight. You had gotten Lee know a trip with his parents to wherever they wanted. You figured they needed some quality time, while you got to babysit his cats 😈. He jumped into your arms as he thanked you for the gift. It was your turn to open the presents. It was a small box so you figured it was jewelry of some sort.

You pulled out a beautiful ring, nothing like you haven’t seen before. A promise ring, engraved with your initials and the date of your anniversary. You teared up a bit as you immediately put it on. You jumped into his arms as well and thanked him over and over again. The night was over and you made your way back into the room with him.

As he promised, he lit the fireplace and you two sat in front of it. He played soft music on the tv as you admired the fireplace. You laughed to yourself, “what’s so funny?” He asks you softly, you turn your head to look at him. “I’m just glad to be with you here,” you fidget with the ring he got you. He kisses you softly, but breaks away after a few seconds. Not wanting to ruin the moment with lust. But you know he respects your desire overall, he would if you wanted it. So you do the only thing you can think of.

You push him onto his back as you crawled into his lap, straddling him.. you lean down to kiss him, igniting your internal fires..

~~~ to be continued

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loveneversleepss · 7 months

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AHHH Thank you to everyone who got me to 10000 likes!

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Play date

Inspired by training wheels by Melanie Martinez, reflections by the neighborhood,

pairing- Yang Jeongin x female reader (As children, teens, adults)

genre- slow burn, childhood friends, fluff(ish), feelings of betrayal, time changes, switch povs.

warnings: heavy kissing, mean nicknames, touching.

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"I don't wanna!" Your left foot stomps heavily to the floor. Your eyebrows furrow and your lower lip pouts out. Resisting heavily to having to go to your mom's friend's house. She sighs as she shakes her head walking away from you. You follow a few steps hesitantly after her, tiptoeing. She lifts you quickly as your legs dangle lazily. She sets you on the cold hard surface of the bathroom counter.

"You'll like it, trust me. She has a son a few months older than you. He's gone to some of our parties." Your nose fringes up as if you smelled something bad. Your arms cross angrily across your chest as you stare at the ground. You tend to always be dragged to places your mom wants to go. You're all the company she has, so you try your best to understand.

"okay.. but can we take my bike? I've been wanting to ride it!" You chirp brightly at her and shoot her your best smile. She can't say no to that smile. She laughs as she brushes your hair aside, you turn to face the mirror. "Alright, but you have to play with the boy. His name is Jeongin." Great.

The car slowly pulls up the street to your next 5 hours of torture. You sigh as you look back at your sparkly blue bike in the back, perfect for a 7 year old. Although you're a bit nervous. Your mom took off your training wheels, you haven't properly ridden your bike without them. "Excited?" Your mom brings you out of your nervous bubble. You nod your head and put on a smile. The car parks on the curb and your heart flings down to your stomach. You unleash your seat belt and get off the car slowly.

She opens the trunk and takes your bike out of it. It lands on the floor with a bounce as you stare at it. She tilts her head in confusion as to why you are not immediately grabbing it. "Y/n?" You snap your head up to her, she rolls it over to you. You grab the rubber of your bike and roll it as you follow your mom. She straightens her shirt out as she prepares to knock at the door.

Knock, knock. Her hand calmly hits the door. You hear a dog bark as a woman shushes it. Cool, a doggy to play with. The door swings open as a woman in blue, the same color as your bike, chirps a happy greeting to your mom. Her eyes travel down to you, she analyzes you and giggles.

"Well aren't you a beauty, you must be y/n." You lightly nibble at your lower lip as your hands tighten around the bike handle. "Hi.." She giggles at your shyness, her door widens more. "Come in please, the bike can too." Your mother walks in as you struggle a bit getting the bike through the door. You successfully get it inside as you admire the entrance. You always loved to explore houses, and wonder how different their lives are.

You decide to abandon your bike for a bit, it wouldn't hurt anyone. You run quickly to explore and discover a room. The door is open and you decide to stumble inside. It must be the room of the son that lives here. It's filled with action figures and drawings. The sunlight beams in and lights up the stars hanging from the ceiling. The decoration makes it a solar system theme. You touch a toy that's shaped like a planet, a dwarf planet, Pluto. "Who are you?" You stand shook as you've been caught.

You place the toy back and turn to the speaker. A boy around your age stands before you, his arms crossed and an angry expression. You recognize him, like your mom said, he's been to your house for parties. "Exactly what gives you the right to touch MY things?" You bow to him and ask for forgiveness, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snoop." You hear a scoff from him as you look up to a smirk planted on his lips. "I suppose I forgive you.." He tilts his head as he takes a step closer to you. "What's your name, Snoopy?"

Standing closer you notice you're about 2 inches taller than him, you hold back a snort. You sigh and muster up a smile, "Y/n. What's yours, Pluto?" He frowns as he knows you're referring to his height. He sighs as he lets his arm fall lazily, "Jeongin." You nod and look to the hallway then bring your attention back to him. "I brought a bike so.. imma go ride it now." You run away quickly, not bothering to invite him. You couldn't care less about making a friendship with him. You wheeled your bike out the front door and shut the door behind you.

You get a few steps down the driveway when you hear the door open and shut. A pair of footsteps running, then a wild Jeongin appears. He stops before you, panting heavily, staring into your eyes. You frown, "What are you doing?" You blurt out angrily. He smiles and pats down on your bike seat. "I thought you'd like some company." You roll your eyes at him and scoff dramatically. "Do you even know how to ride a bike? One without training wheels?"

He tilts his head curiously, "Do you?" You bite your bottom lip, you haven't tried. You push him aside in anger and bring your right leg up and over the bike. You place your feet on the pedals and get comfortable in your seat. The angled driveway gives you a boost as you roll down the small hill, quickly getting the hang of it. You don't know why you were so scared, it's so easy. You turn around to see Jeongin smiling brightly as the distance between you gets longer and longer. You decide to turn around and make your way back to him.

You stop right in front of him and set your feet on the ground to hold your balance. "See that? Easy." He laughs softly, amused at your remark. "Wanna try?" His expression changes as he takes a sharp breath. His feet kick softly at a pebble as he avoids eye contact. "Do you not know how to ride a bike?" He shakes his head, "Not one without training wheels.." You stay silent for a moment, thinking of what to say. "Well only one way to learn," you hop off your bike and pat on the seat.

His eyes widen as he understands what you mean. He fidgets his fingers together and looks around. “It’s not like I’m asking to be your wife,” you roll your eyes. He’s Hesitating but willing. “Okay,” his voice sounds soft, uneasy. His right leg plops over and he steadies himself into the seat. “I’ll keep my hand on the seat the whole way around, okay?” He look scared and grabs onto your arm, “promise you won’t push me straight to the dirt?” You sigh and roll your eyes, “if you promise me you won’t break away first.”

He successfully pedals about 10 feet when he starts to get anxious. The handles start to move out of control. And the bike goes falling, you and Jeongin with it..

“That really hurt,” Jeongin pouts as you put a gauze on his wound. “You just have to be more still,” You pout your bottom lip too as he squirms from the pain. “Hold still, almost done.” You place down the applicator and grab a bandaid. It’s a Spider-Man themed one and you gently smooth it out over his knee. “All better,” Without thinking, you place a kiss. You’ve realized what you have done too late.

You look up to a red-tomato Jeongin, he looks the opposite direction and tries to conceal his cheeks with his hand. Well, no point in trying to explain. You grab the first aid kit you acquired from Jeongin’s kitchen and grab a few of bandaids, “Keep bandaids on you, for when you hit the jagged ground.” He takes it reluctantly and shoved them into his shorts pocket. “Now let’s try again.” His eyebrow raises in shock and his mouth slightly opens, “what do you mean again?!”

You walk to the bike and bring it upright, “when you fail, you have to try again.” He sighs deeply and looks to the sky, “what have I gotten myself into?” He walks over and plops on the seat again. He travels farther and farther each time. Resulting in a fall each time but it’s getting better. Just when you thought it was time to stop, he does it. You let go of the seat slowly and he keeps going. He screams happily as the speed picks up, he turns around to see you standing from afar.

You smile at him as he turns to make his way back to you. He stops a foot away from you, panting heavily. “I.. did it.” You smile brightly at him and jump on him. “I knew you could do it, Innie!” You hear him giggle as he gives you hugs back. “Y/n!.. Jeongin!” You hear your mom call you two. You both make way back to the house.

"Time to go honey, say goodbye." You turn to Jeongin and he smiles, "We'll see each other soon." You jump into his arms and hold him tight. "Bye snoopy," You hear him softly laugh into your ear and you smile as you pull away. You turn to his mom and say goodbye to her. Your mother drags your bike into the trunk and you head inside. You're about to pull out of the driveway when Jeongin catches your eye. An almost invisible tear sheds down his cheek. He runs after the car and yells something you couldn't make out.

You didn't know that would be the last time you would see him. At least for a while..

9 years later.

In just a blink, everything has changed. Today is your birthday, you turn 16. "Are you excited?" Your makeup artist snaps you out of your dazed state. You plaster a smile across your face, "Why wouldn't I be? I'm.. of age now." It's custom in your family line that once you turn 14, you are considered a woman. "And.. all done! Take a look," you glanced at your reflection in the mirror in front of you. "It looks great, thank you. You may leave." Her hand fists up slightly and she turns to leave.

You sit up from the chair and make way to the long mirror. There you stand in a blue gown. Fluffy sleeves hanging off your shoulders and jewels all about it. A corset top that sucked you in to show curves. 'Smile, y/n, be happy.' You manage to squeeze out a smile, but a tear that glides down your cheek gives you away. You hear a rumbling and turn to the commotion. A man falls into the room and the door shuts. You stand there shocked and step back. He groans in pain and rolls on his back to reveal a bloody nose.

You step closer to him, standing above him, "How did you get in here?" His eyes widen and he quickly scrambles to his feet. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pry. Iwasjustlostandopenedthedoorandthereyouwereand.. Inoticedyouwerecryinganddidn'twannabargein!" You shut your eyes to try to understand what just uttered out of his mouth. "It's fine, I don't mind. I snoop around sometimes too." You walk over to your vanity and grab a tissue, you hold it out to him. "You have a little something.." You point to his nose and he takes it.

He begins to clean his nose when you notice something familiar about him. "Have we met before?" He tilts his head and analyzes you. "We have.. I swear it," you mumble loudly. You step closer to him, only a foot away from him now. He steps back to gain more space but discovers the wall behind him. "You're a little close," his face begins to redden. This snaps your memory. Your mind flashes back to several years ago,

“All better,” Without thinking, I placed a kiss. I’ve realized what I have done too late. I look up to a red-tomato Jeongin, he looks in the opposite direction and tries to conceal his cheeks with his hand.

You step back as he recreates the same motion, concealing his face with his hand. "Jeongin?" He responds to the name as his eyebrow raises. "It's you!" You jump and wrap your arms around him. His hands pause but you hear a small exhale and he finally holds you close. He swings you in his arms. "Y/n," he says as he places you back on the floor. "It's you!" His hands cup your cheeks as he wipes the stray tear off your cheek. "You're so old now," you giggle and pretend to frown.

"Old? Says the one who is older than me." You scoff and pretend to walk away. "Where you going?" He grabs you by your waist and drags you back into him. This makes you feel squirmy in your tummy, it feels like butterflies. You turn to him, his face inches from yours. "Where have you been, hmm?" You feel it again, stronger this time. "Oh, Pluto. I've missed you." He laughs softly at the nickname you've made for him. "I've missed you too, Snoopy."

His scent lures you in, this feeling is so unfamiliar to you. It's like, you want something. "Why were you crying?" He whispers as his forehead leans against yours. You pull away from him, "I guess.. ever since we've seen each other." You sat down on the chair from earlier, "I haven't been happy.." He looks at you with such ache in his eyes, he steps towards you. "Y/n-" He's interrupted by a knock on the door. You both turn to see your mother.

"Oh my, Jeongin! You've grown up!" You smile as she runs over to him. "My, My. Let me look at you." She walks in a circle around him, "Why you've gotten so tall." You giggle a bit and lay your chin against the chair. "Guess I'd have to stop calling you pluto now." He smiles and shakes his head, "I actually quite like it." Oh, how you could get lost in his eyes. You could spend all day looking at him. "Why don't we all go downstairs now. The party's starting!"

Seems like hundreds of people arrived, a never ending of 'hello's spill out your mouth. You lose sight of Jeongin easy and keep cursing about the people who stop you from looking for him. You had slowly made your way to the dance floor when you got bombarded with people asking you to dance. You couldn't say no as they were already dragging you to dance. You couldn't help but keep an eye out for him. Just when you lost all hope, someone taps on your shoulder.

"Such a chore, isn't it?" You jump from him whispering in your ear. "Jeongin!" You push him away softly. He reaches out his arm, "Care for a dance?" You sigh and take his arm, "Couldn't hurt." Oh, but how it affected you. You make your way to the center as the music starts. His hand curls around your waist and his other hand in yours. His hand around your waist ignites your body. His smile is driving you crazy as he leads your body along with his, perfectly matching the rhythm.

This heat ignites hotter and hotter, his lips inches away from you. You want to feel them so bad, pressed against yours. For his hands to slip elsewhere. Thankfully, the song ends and you bow to each other. "I'm feeling a bit tired. I think I'm going to go up to my vanity room." He catches your arm softly, "can if I go with?"

God, you wished you had the guts to say no. But, the words slipped out of your mouth before you could've stopped it. 'yes.'

You had plopped down on the cushioned couch you have as soon as you entered the room. "I got you something," he says as he reaches into his pocket. You reluctantly sat up and he handed you a tiny gift box. "What is it?" He sits down next to you, "open it and find out." You untie the bow and slip it off. You lift the top off and you freeze at the item.

I grab the first aid kit I acquired from Jeongin’s kitchen and grab a few of bandaids, “Keep bandaids on you, for when you hit the jagged ground.” He takes it reluctantly and shoved them into his shorts pocket.

"You kept this?" He nods his head. You inhale sharply and stand up. "This dress is too tight, I need to change." You walk into the closet and grab the spare dress in there. "Untie me," you walk to him and turn your back to him. He unties it slowly, his fingers brushing softly on the skin there. You want to lean into his touch but resist doing so. "Turn around and lock the door." He obeys and faces the door, you wait till you hear the click of the lock and slip off the dress.

You pull up the short dress and pull the spaghetti straps on. You walk to your vanity and take off your necklace. "Little help please," he walks slowly and you turn so your back is to him again. He zips up the back of your dress dangerously slow. Once it reaches the top, his hands rest on your waist again. It catches you by surprise and you gasp softly as your hands land on the vanity. "What's wrong?" He comes closer to your body, his hand slides your hair off your shoulder to one side. He leans into your ear, "cat got your tongue?"

You lean your head to the side, just begging for his lips to land there. You're rewarded as his lips attach to your neck, your body jolts at the sudden feeling. His soft lips create a chain leading up your neck. You can't help but let a noise of relief leave you. His hand slightly tightens around your waist and you begin to be impatient. You turn to face him and jump on the counter. You wrap your legs around his back and pull him into you. Holding onto his face, you attach his lips into yours.

The feeling of his body and lips finally so close to you is so gratifying. Your body is hungry, and you want more. He groans into the kiss and tangles his hand into your hair. He leans his body forward onto you, his hands placed on the desk behind you. You feel his belt pressed up against you and feel the great pleasure it brings. Your hips begin to move as the friction ignites a glow. "Mm, baby?" You nod your head, half-listening, "That's not my belt."

Your eyes open and look down to see his hard-on poking a tent in his pants. "Oh.." His eyes look at you with such hunger, it's so captivating. "Well, do you wanna stop?" He shakes his head, "No." He continues the kiss and you begin to move your hips again. He starts to groan into the kiss more and more. It sends a tingle through your body each time. "Y/n." He breaks away again. "Am I allowed to do something to you?" You tilt your head curiously, "What do you mean?"

He picks you up, he sets you down on the couch. Your legs are spread as he lays in between them. His hand lays on your shoulder, "Can I touch you?" You nod your head and smile, you find it sweet he's asking for permission. His hand drags down your collarbones, in between your breasts, your stomach and stops right before he hits it. "Even here? Can I?" You think about it for a second then nod.

His hand disappears under your skirt and drags down your panties.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Felix alternate ending

Contains: smut, unprotected sex,

(Read from chapter 12 for understanding! 18+ mature content ahead!)

"So, what are you doing for today?" I look towards Felix who was just standing there, staring at us.

I stood quiet. Why am I feeling like this. Shouldn't I be happy? I mean, Im going on a date with Lee know. Shouldn't I be jumping with joy? But why do I feel like I'm making the wrong choice. That the person standing next to me, isn't the one. Felix. My heart aches for him. I can't bare it.

"We're going out," Lee know says as he puts an arm around me. I peer up at him and see he has a small smirk, Like he's claiming his territory. I watch Felix eyes burn across our bodies in confusion. I pull away softly and smile at him, not daring to look at Lee know. A silence goes between us for a while until Felix breaks it. "Can I tag along?" I rush to speak before lee know can, "yes, you can. We're not doing anything big anyways."

"You guys are going out?" Hyunjin says from behind us. I turn around completely separating from Lee know. I nod my head and look up at Felix, pulling into the temptation. To admire his freckles that I wish I could touch one more time. "That sounds fun," I glance over at lee know. He's not looking at me, but at the floor. Rocking back and forth on his feet. "I should go and get ready then." I say to everyone and they nod their head.

I leave then to run over to my room. I shut the door quickly and walk into my closet. I begin to think as I change my clothes and sit down on my desk. What did I just do? Lee know wanted this to be a date and I invited Felix to go with us. How am I going to explain myself. I thought that lee know was what my heart wanted, but I was wrong. I want Felix. There's no doubt in that. Leaning back in my chair as I hear a knock on my door. I turn around and Felix enters. "Hey." I stare at him for a couple seconds. "Hey," a smile squeezes out on my lips. "I couldn't help but notice um," he closes the door behind him. He clears his throat, "lee know and you.. are you guys together?"

I didn't say anything. I couldn't, my throat felt as if a frog was inside blocking all my words. So I did the only thing I could, I shook my head no. "Well how do you explain him coming out of your room early in the morning? And uh that." He motions to the hickeys on my neck. Crap. I nibbled on the inside of my cheek, "you noticed that, huh?" I get up slowly, "honestly I don't know what I'm doing either." His eyes crease, he's listening.

"I thought that this was I wanted, being with lee know I mean. But I don't think I was right," I paused. His eyes flickered for a second, he gulped. "So? What is it that you want.. truly want?" My heart sinks, how can I do this? I'm breaking lee knows heart. Felix takes steps towards me. His hand lifts my chin up, "tell me." His breath is minty fresh, I want him so bad. My eyes water, "isn't it obvious? It's you, lix." His thumb rubs away my tear as it fell. "That's all I ever wanted to hear."

His forehead falls on mine, his eyes looking deep into mine. My heart feels so full but at the same time, it hurts for Lee know. I need to make this right. "I need to tell Lee know," he nods his head. "Will you be okay?" His hands calm me down, stroking softly on my cheeks. "Yes, I need to do this. I need to, I want to be with you." He smiles big, his eyes crease. "And I want to be with you." He leans in to kiss me, our lips finally connecting. This is it, this feeling. My heart bursting with joy. Our lips separate as I sigh heavily, "see you soon." ~

I walk over to lee knows room and knock on the door. I hear shuffling and footsteps, the door whooshes open. I see him standing there with wet hair, he had just showered. "Were you crying?" That's the first thing he noticed about me, which means he really cares. I just walk in, complete silence. I sit down on his bed and look at him. He shuts the door, he knows. I can see it in his eyes. "Don't." I sigh, "Lee know." "No." I can see his eyes water a bit. My heart shatters as I see it and he turns away. I get up and try to get his attention. I reach for his arm and he pulls away harshly, "how could you! After all of this? After all we've done?!"

Tears are falling down both of our cheeks. I cover my mouth to hide a sob from leaving. "I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry, Leeknow!" He shakes his head at me, "you're not. You really aren't." He turns to open the door to leave but I grab onto his arm. I fall to my knees, begging him not to go. I can't stop the tears from falling. "F-forgive me.. forgive me please." He stifles a sob back, "I love you, Love." My heart shatters at his words. He bites his lip, "but you don't.." he bends down to my level. "I'll be okay. Just let me go." I let go of him reluctantly, accepting defeat. "It'll take me a while but, I'll forgive you."

His hand cups my cheek, his hand feels slightly cold. "I promise," he kisses my cheek, catching my tear that was falling. And with that. He leaves the room. I clutch onto my chest and more silent sobs come out. I'm truly sorry, leeknow. But it needed to be done.

The door opens as I see familiar shoes standing before me. I slowly look up and see Felix, he doesn't say anything as he quickly hugs me. He rocks me back and forth in his arms, comforting me. "It'll be okay," he whispers. I look up at him, he shushes me. "It's time to go," he lifts me up. But we don't head for my room or his. He leads me out the dorm and into the car. He shuts the door behind me as he goes to the drivers seat. "Where are we going?" I ask him and he shakes his head, "you'll find out."

We arrive at a bar and I look at him confused. I get off the car and he holds my hand. "I'm not exactly in a party mood," I grumble to him. He laughs softly, "come on. It'll be fun. Just like how we met." I laugh a bit as the memory haunts me. He leads me inside, tightly holding my hand. A see a familiar group of girls, my girls. I scream in excitement and run to then. They all hug onto me tightly as we exchange our greetings. Soyeon raises her eyebrow as she notices Felix behind me. "Who's this?" His arm wraps around my shoulders, "her boyfriend." My eyes widen at his words and she smiles big. "Well nice to meet you and you two need to get a drink." She runs over to the bar and gets a tray of shot glasses.

She offers one to me and I take it. Then she offers one to Felix but he declines, "I drove but thank you."she nods her head and picks one up. We all cheers and swallow it quickly. The burning sensation down my throat brings back memories. I really have missed them. The alcohol starts to get to my head and I take another shot. I quickly feel foggy and make my way over to Felix, "let's dance!" I grab his arm and pull him over to the dance floor. He smiles as his arms roam around my body as I move. My head gets full of the atmosphere, getting lost in it. The music so loud that it could make your ears bleed.

I turn to Felix, wrapping my arms around his neck. I kiss him softly as he smiles into it. "Glad to see you're having fun!" He has to yell so I could hear him. I giggle as I nod my head. "Imma go to the bathroom." I pout as I glare at him. Then my expression changes as I get an idea. He tilts his head to the side and shakes his head,"What?" I pull his body close to mine, his groin touching mine. I lean over to his ear, "can I join?" He pulls away from me, his lip smirking slightly. "Don't be dirty," I grab his face and force him to look at him. "Are you really gonna say no to me?" His tongue moves around the inside wall of his mouth then he rolls his eyes. "Anything my princess wants."

That's all I needed to hear. I quickly grab onto his hand and lead him over to the bathroom. We rush and push our way past the crowd. The bathroom has no line nor is it occupied. We quickly rush inside and lock it, not caring if anyone saw us. I quickly jump onto the corner as he comes over to me, body between my thighs. Our mouths quickly attach, craving each other desperately. I claw at his shirt as I need him badly. His body grinds against mine, increasing the lust. "Fuck, I need you so badly lixie."

"Oh, you need me baby?" He teases me, causing me to get flustered. "Show me how much you need me," he pulls his body off of mine. I catch him before he completely walks away. "Please," I grab his hand and lead it under my skirt. I drag his fingers against my soaked panties. "You feel that? I need you so much, lixie." His finger hooks inside my panties and he lets it go as it snaps back harshly. "You drive me crazy," our mouths connect once again. He turns me around and my hands land on the sink.

He tears at the fabric on my panties and pulls it off. He rips off his pants and lines up to me. I let out a moan as I feel his tip enter. I slump over the sink as he eases into me. "Fuck, you feel so good." He begins to thrust up into me, making me a moaning mess. I claw at the sink before me as he gets more aggressive. His thrusts are sharp and long, my insides turning to mush. "So dirty." He whispers into my ear, goosebumps rising all over my body. My mouth wide open as whimpers and moans fall out.

I begin to clench hard around him as he grunts out. His movements becoming more slow as I continue to clench. "So tight, baby. Relax. I got you." He reassured me as I try my best to stop clenching. It just feels so good that I can't control myself. I feel a knot in my tummy but I can't seem to be able to form the words. I look at Felix through the mirror and tell him through my eyes. He notices as immediately start to speed up. My body starts to pull away from him at the sudden explosion of pleasure. He pulls me back and keeps me steady, trying to make sure I finish.

"Felix!" I manage to yell out as the knot unravels quickly. My upper body shakes weakly as I can't hold myself up. Felix catches me as I slump into his arms. He kisses my head as he pulls out. He pulls my dress down and turns me around to sit on the counter. "Thank you," I mumble out and he smiles. He pecks my lips as whispers back, "you're welcome, baby." His words make my tummy get butterflies. "You can't leave now." I laugh at his words. "Wasn't planning on it, boyfriend." ~

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Lee know as tsundere

-Pairing: Vampire!Lee know x Vampire!f.reader

-Chapter warnings: switch povs, cussing, slow burn ish? Ex gets in the way(Felix), mixed feelings, fighting/gore, marking/hickeys, sweet praises, slight stalking, manipulation, kidnapping, nicknames, unprotected sex, hair pulling.

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"I've always felt empty. Until there was you."

Life was boring, dull, cold and dark. Everyday felt the same. Until a particular girl saved me. She saw something in me..

Everyday was pretty normal for you. Nothing big or drama had been in your life. It was quiet. Until someone had messed up all that quiet. Your ex, Lee Felix. Sure it’s been a while since you two broke things off. But how it ended always messes with you. Never got reassurance. He broke it off saying ‘it’s the best if we don’t be together’ leaving just like that. You live in the same town. Occasionally bumping into each other thanks to how small the town is.

But honestly deep down. You still have feelings for him. He came exactly when you needed him. He saved you. Now you walk pass each other like strangers. Always seeing him on your way to work.. But there was another reason why you were so obsessed with him. In this world, vampires roam. Not the kind that can be harmed by sunlight, garlic or holy water. They hide in plain sight. The way they feed is the same, blood. But they can control themselves easily.

Usually vampires turn other people to feel less lonely, since they are immortal. But you never did, you won't. Unless you had to. Like if someone was dying. Vampires have super strength, super speed, regeneration and mind control. But you were different, you could move any form of liquid and form it into anything you want. You basically are the top of the food chain in the Vampire world.

‘God will this light ever let me cross?’ You think. You’re stuck at a sidewalk, waiting for the lights to change so you could cross. You go on your phone for a bit, just so the time can pass by faster. Sooner or later a crowd starts to fill the area. You hate crowds. People always seem to not notice you and bump into you. That's not what happens when you're in a room filled with fellow vampires.

Until someone really fucked up. You out your phone back in your pocket. Deciding that you were getting bored of it. You look around the crowd behind you. So many people.. until the guy standing next to you catches your eye. He looks around your age, maybe a little older. Brown hair and lightly tan skin. Eyes that could make you melt. The top lip is slightly more pouty than the bottom. Just then you watch a man bump into the guy next to you, hard. He ends up dropping his phone, onto the street.

You watch as he sighs loudly as he goes to grab it. You see out of the corner of your eye a car losing control and swerving crazily. The car is coming alarmingly fast towards the man. At the last second you use your speed, you jump and push him out the way. The car flies right by you two and back onto the road. Luckily it didn’t hit anyone.

You landed on the guy and are on top of him. You look down at him and see he looks confused. “Are you okay?!” You ask him. His eyes are lost as he nods his head yes. You get off him quickly and everyone starts to crowd around you two. You help him get up and grab his phone from off the floor. “Please next time, be aware of your surroundings.” You tell him as you hand him his phone.

He takes it and you feel a shock from your fingers grazing along each other. You look at him and see a leaf in his hair. You smile and laugh lightly to yourself. “Here, lemme help you.” You raise your hand and take the leaf out of his hair. You make eye contact for a couple seconds. ‘His eyes are so pretty.’ You think. They have a thousand stars in them. “Thank you.” That’s the first thing he’s said this whole time. You smile at him.

“No problem.. are you sure you’re okay?” You ask him once again. He nods his head and smiles. His smile is gorgeous. His eyes crinkle up and he looks so pure. You look down at the phone in his hand. It’s broken there’s no way he’ll be able to use it. “Uh, do you wanna use my phone? Yours looks broken so, you’re free to use mine.” He looks down at his phone and tilts his head. As if he only just noticed it now that it’s shattered.

“Right um.. could I use it real quick? Just to make a phone call.” You nod your head yes and hand him your phone. He takes it, another shock comes from your hands touching. He dials a number and raises the phone to his ear. You hear the voicemail voice talk and he hangs up. He sighs heavily, "Guess I won't get a ride home." He hands the phone back to you and you put it in your pocket.

"Wait, you're bleeding." He points at your arm and you quickly hide it. "I'm fine," he grabs your arm that was tucked away and reveals nothing. "See? I'm fine." He looks at you confused and takes a step back. "I swear I saw a cut. You were bleeding." You shoot him a weird look and begin to gaslight him, "Maybe you hit your head too hard." You turn to cross the street, "Get home safe, okay?" And with that, you leave.

I'm not crazy. I know that. I saw a cut on her arm, I know it. I look down on the street and see a puddle of blood. Then I notice on my broken phone, a smear of blood as well. I knew it. But how did the cut disappear in a matter of seconds? Who is she? I have to follow her. I have to know who she is, what she is.

It gets dark fast, she hasn't noticed me yet. I'm keeping a good distance from her. She walks to the rich side of the city, full of mansions and fields. I keep hiding behind bushes and trees right before she turns around. We arrive at a mansion where a party is going on, the music raging.

I watch her walk straight in, I can't go through the entrance without being caught. I'll have to go through the side. I make my way around the fence and to the side of the mansion. I crawl over to a window and see her inside. In a room where there are only 10 people, it's quiet, secluded from the rest of the party. The window is slightly open and I can hear the conversation.

"Enjoying the party, y/n?" A man with pale yellow hair with freckles asks her. Y/n? So, that's your name. "Not really," she huffs out as she keeps a distance from him. He pouts at her and attempts to put an arm around her, "Aww, you just need someone to drink." Did he say someone?

She pushes his arm off her and he laughs, "Still mad at me?"She rolls her eyes and his hand goes up as he motions for someone to come over. A frightened looking girl, around the age of 18, appears. "Don't you look tasty," the man strokes the side of her face. Her eyes begin to water, "please, don't hurt me." He laughs in her face and aggressively chokes her, "You're in no position to speak!" He twists her around and bites into her neck, my eyes widen. I fall back as I watch him suck the life out of her, her body stills and he shoves her to the ground.

I look at y/n and see the look of disgust on her face, "Really? This is your idea of partying, Felix?" That's his name, Felix. She kicks the side of the girl and gets no response. "You sucked her clean," she sits down onto the couch next to her. "Don't worry, we'll find you someone to drink." She leans against her hand and crosses her legs, "I'm waiting." I feel a hand on my shoulder and I quickly turn around. A man swings at me and I black out.

"Wakey, wakey," the blonde man appears in front of me. I startle awake and sit up. To find my hands tied together with rope. My head is pounding and I realize i'm sitting on the floor in front of 5 people, one of them is y/n and Felix. The man who knocked me out sits there as well, "you're a bold one. Following y/n all the way here," Felix sits in front of me with an amused smirk. "Did you really think she wouldn't notice? Your smell gave you away," he gets up and stands before me.

"Who are you people?" My voice is stern, thankfully. They all start laughing except y/n, "Isn't it obvious, we're vampires." I stared at them, I already knew that. "I'm Felix, that's Chan, Hyunjin, Changbin and y/n, who've you already met." The one who knocked me out is Changbin, he is clearly the strongest out of all of them.

"So, what's your name, pretty boy?" He stays silent, glaring at Felix. "Speak!" Felix screams and his voice echoes slightly throughout the room. He sighs heavily, "Lee know," you feel your dead heart flutter. So, that was his name all along? It suits him. Felix crouches down to his level, "So, lee know, what's going to happen now is," He pauses as he grabs his chin. "My friend, y/n, is going to suck you dry now." Your hearts sinks as you hear his words, but you keep your cool.

"Why don't we just erase his memories," you begin to reason. Felix turns and smirks at you, "Where's the fun in that." He gets up and stands in front of you, tilting his head, "I promised you someone to suck. Here you go." You flash him a fake smile and push him aside, you walk slowly to Lee Know. Chan and Changbin pick him up and hold him still. You don't want to, you really don't want to. But if you don't, Felix will.

"I'm sorry," you whisper into his ear as you place your hands around his neck. You command your fangs to release and plunge into his neck. He resists heavily but is held down by the two men. His painful screams fill the room's air. You repeat in your mind, 'i'm sorry, i'm so sorry. I don't wanna do this.' Although you are doing it.

The pain is excruciating. I feel all the blood in my veins being sucked out. I can feel my heart slow down. I scream and plead as loud as I could, begging for her to stop. My body begins to feel cold and suffocating. My eyes get heavy and I can't fight off the sleep. Blackness is all I see now.

His body lays limp now as you pull away. Two holes on the side of his neck, from where your fangs sank into him. You wipe your mouth clean of his blood, you don't feel too upset. 'I hope you survive' you think as he's carried out. After a couple minutes, they come back and state that they threw his body onto the street. Leaving him for a stranger to discover the body.

You leave to the bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror. You feel tears form in your eyes and you let one fall. 'Please, be alive.' You repeat in your head. Although, you didn't know him, he was innocent. He didn't do anything wrong, and yet you still did what you did. You hear the door swing open next to you and Felix is standing there. He scoffs as he shuts the door behind him.

"I never asked to be like this, you forced it upon me." He walks over to you, looking at you through the mirror as he shushes you. "Feeling sorry for him?" He brushes your hair to one shoulder, you know where this is going. "He didn't deserve you anyway," his cold lips press against your neck, his hands on your waist. "He didn't get a chance," he hums against your skin which causes you to get annoyed. You push him off which causes him to get angry, "Don't pretend you don't like it." You raise your voice at him, "I don't! I wanted him, I wanted Lee Know." He growls, "You had him and you sucked him dry! If you were smart, you would've turned him!"

You shut up now, he's right. You should've turned him. "Forget about him, you have me." He attempts to pull you back in but you resist, "Get off!" You run out the bathroom and leave the mansion, heading home where you should've been all along.

I wake up, my eyes slowly open. My head is on the floor, my arms above me. A perfectly dead position. I'm so thirsty. My teeth hurt and my body radiates with something un-human. I heard a shuffle of footsteps approaching my side, "Are you okay? Do you need help?" My body moves on its own and in a flash, I have this man in a choke-hold against the wall. "I'm.. so.. thirsty." I feel something grow out of my teeth and is sharp, my body reacts fast as I bite his neck. I suck as the blood becomes addicting, I don't stop until the screams stop. His screams. I back away as I see his eyes lifeless and his body falls to the floor. Did I just suck his blood? I look at my hands, did I turn into a vampire?

You watch the mansion burn before your eyes. Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin and Felix are burning inside. It's the only way to kill them. You did it, finally. You're free. You walk off and begin to walk home, in the dark. You begin to laugh to yourself as you replay the night. You knocked them out successfully and set the whole place on fire. It was too easy. Revenge which you've been planning the last 7 months, ever since they made you kill Lee Know.

You're walking past an alleyway when you hear something, then you smell it. Blood. Someone's dying. You run inside and see a body on the floor. You reach them and touch their body, you hear their heart stop. "No, no." You mutter under your breath as you sit next to the body. You hear a cling then a cold, metal wraps around your wrist. You look at it confused and then another wraps around the other. You get launched back further into the alley and land on your back. You land with a thud and you quickly get on your feet, preparing to fight whoever pulled you.

You hear a swoosh behind you then next to you, then above you. You spot the body and the pool of blood around them, you concentrate as you warp it into a knife. You summon it to your hand and get ready. You hear someone land behind you, "Didn't know you could do that." You know that voice. Lee know. You turn quickly and there he is. You could faint. "You're alive.." You mumble softly, you slowly approach him. "You're alive," you smile in relief as your eyes fill with water.

You softly touch his cheek, his eyes mesmerized on you. "Thank god," now both your hands are placed on his cheeks. His expression changes, turning dark quickly, he grabs your neck, holding you against the wall while he holds your knife to your neck. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you," you're paralyzed. You scream out, "I killed them!" He lets you go after several seconds. You breathe heavily from being choked, "I killed all of them. Burned them alive."

"I believe you," he drops the knife on the floor and it returns to a puddle of blood. You listen and hear no heartbeat coming from him, "You're a vampire." You finally realize. He nods his head, "You turned me." You fall to your knees, your head falls in your hands. "I'm so sorry, I didn't want this for you." It's quiet, silent. He leans down and pulls your hands away, "I know, but it still happened." He wipes the tear from your cheek. "I mean, there are some perks." You look at him confused, not knowing what he means. He laughs, "Come on. Let's go to my place."

He lives in an apartment, it’s cozy. You walk in, the kitchen is on your left and ahead of you is the living room. You notice it’s a mess on the counter, garlic, water and wood. "What's all this?" You say picking up a piece of garlic. He laughs to himself, "I wanted to know what kind of weaknesses I have." You giggle softly as you lay it down, “our only weakness is poison and fire.” He nods his head in understanding. You walk into the living room and scan the surroundings, he’s a reader. You walk past a bookshelf filled with books. A big mirror next to the tv, what’s that for?

You touch the cold hard surface and look over to lee know, “what’s this for?” He walks over with two wine glasses and a bottle of white wine, unopened. “Uh well, I’m a dancer. I use it to monitor myself.” Oh. So, that’s what it is for. You had much more dirtier thoughts since the couch directly faces it. He sits down and places the glasses down. You sit next to him as he pours it for you, he hands you a glass and you gladly accept.

You take a sip and start to get curious, “so.. what did you mean being a vampire has its perks?” He pauses as he sets the glass he was holding down. “Well everything is enhanced, I’m faster, stronger..” he pauses as he notices how you’re staring at him. You smile as you break away and put the glass down. “Higher sex drive,” your eyes shoot to his thighs, you hadn’t noticed how firm they were. Definitely a dancer bod, you analyze his clothing. Slightly baggy but you can tell he’s fit. “You done?” Your eyes shoot to his, you cringe internally on how you were caught daydreaming about him.

“Sorry,” you whisper as you turn your head back to the mirror, getting lost in your lustful thoughts. Imagine him pounding into you as he watches you through the mirror, being a moaning pathetic mess for him. “No need to be sorry,” his hand moves your face by your chin. “What were you thinking about, hm?” You get shy as he is getting closer now, so dominant. His eyes flicker to the mirror then back on you. His mouth leans over to your ear, “were you thinking about me fucking you in front of the mirror?” You feel the heat pool inside your panties as you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. “Do you want me to?” He places a sweet kiss on your soft neck, causing a gasp that sounds more like a whimper to leave you.

“Sounds like you want me to,” he nibbles softly on the skin. Making your eyes roll back at the feeling, it’s been so long since you had sex. You missed it. He begins sucking and you know that he’s making beautiful markings all over your neck. “Mm, lee know,” you moan out which makes him chuckle against your skin. “You sound so pretty, Kitten.” This new pet name does something to you. Your nails dig into your palms as you resist ripping off both your clothes. You bite your lower lip to keep the noises down which makes him annoyed. He pushes you down on your back, your head laying on the couch armrest.

“I wanna hear you, don’t hold back.” His arms lift up his shirt, revealing a set of abs. Your mouth drops slightly open at the beautiful sight in front of you. All yours. You can’t help but run your hand down his body, admiring it. His hand tugs at the bottom of your shirt, “take that off for me, baby.” You quickly obeyed as you ripped it off. His hand grips on the waistband of your pants, his eyes ask for permission. You nod your head, giving consent. His hands swiftly rip off your pants, leaving you in your panties.

He attaches your lips back together, his hand smooths over the wet spot on your panties. You feel your face flush hot and redden. "So wet," he mumbles against your lips. "Do something about it," you respond back eagerly, causing him to smirk along your lips. "Happily," he moves you quickly around. Your hands now placed on the couch's armrest, your body exposed to him while you watch him in the mirror. His body creeps over yours, his hand snakes down the front of your body. It slips down into your panties and finds your sensitive bud with ease.

The sensation makes your thighs tense up and your mouth to fly open to let your moans escape you. The pleasure so great and makes you beg and beg. You clench around nothing repeatedly wishing he was in you right now. Your nails dig into the soft material as you look deeply into his eyes. His eyes dark and concentrated onto you. You begin to squirm as you chase your high, so desperately wanting it. "Fuck, I can't take it." His hand falls as he pulls down your panties.

You fall limp on the ledge as you were just denied an orgasm. You whine as you turn to see him quickly unbuckling his pants. You get ready as you hear his zipper and push yourself up on your hands. You feel him edge into you and let a whimper like moan out. You feel so full with him inside you and when he begins to thrust, you're in heaven. Your eyes roll back and you thank god for giving him a higher sex drive. Which causes him to last way longer. "Fuck, baby." He whimpers out which causes a harsh pulse in your cunt.

You like hearing these noises. His hand pulls your body straight up so he can kiss you. The sinful noises and skin slapping doesn't faze you two. You reach your hand back into his hair and tug softly on it. He bites softly at your bottom lip, tugging on it softly. You have to pull away when you feel a cramp in your belly, knot-like. You finally reach bliss and he doesn't snatch it away. To help he starts to rub circles on your clit causing you to squirm and scream. "You're doing so good, kitten." He coos at you. You begin to feel overstimulated and grab his wrist. But he doesn't stop until your fluids drip all over the fabric of his couch.

He finally removes his hand and you fall onto your stomach. "We're not done, kitten." He yanks on your hair to reveal your face. He bends down to your ear, "Look at you." He grabs the bottom of your chin to look at your face in the mirror. "So beautiful, and all mine." Your lipstick is ruined and makeup smeared from sweat and tears. You hadn't realized tears had begun to fall. He begins to pound into you once more, pain mixed with pleasure. You don't resist so he can chase his high. You fully look at him through the mirror. His hair is all messy, chest rising up and down from how heavily he was breathing, eyebrows furrowed. Eyes hooded, full of lust and bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

What a sight. He lets out a loud moan as he pulls out of you quickly. You feel the white hot liquid drip onto your thighs. You let your body fall and relax as you shut your eyes. Exhausted.

You open your eyes and touch the unfamiliar sheets around you. You turn your head to lee know gazing upon you lovingly. You're confused, you fell asleep? Vampires don't sleep. "Confused?" You sit up and cover yourself, it's chilly. You touch his arm and it's warm, odd. Vampires are supposed to be cold to the touch. "What's happening?" He kisses your cheek as he pulls you close. "We broke it." You raise your eyebrows at him, "Broke what?" He leans in slowly, placing a kiss on your lips, "the vampire curse.."

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