When your whole world revolves around one boy, but destiny sets you with a unexpectedly expected man.
♡Pairing:Yoongi × reader ft. Jimin
♡Genre:brother’s friend, only old crush, heartbreak, college oc au.
♡Summary:you’re over him, a new world sets in front of you. But the heartbreak you both got at the same time is not what you have had thought of. It must be the destiny to set you with your only old crush Yoongi. But still you ain’t prepared for the third heartbreak in a row, what if he breaks your heart again?
♡Warnings:fluff, mild smut, angst, heartbreak, like flooded with tears, oc is so sweet, confusion, misunderstanding, crush , breakup, traitor, betrayal, brother’s bestfriend, roommate, college oc, angst shower smut, smokey, dirty talk, seokjin is oc’s brother, he’s a dick, yoongi is a Heartbreaker, jimin is also a dick, expectations ruined, one-shot.
♡Word limit:6.5k
♡Author’s note :besties, here’s the new fic of Yoongi. Spare sometime of your to read this piece of beauty and let me know if you guys need a part 2 and how much you loved it. Kindly apologizing for not editing it cause it’s already so late. Remember I always love you <3
“I’m done with you, dude.” You screamed at your brother and ran into your room. You have been mad at your brother since so long. You both never get along. Fights, quarrelling and being mad at each other is both of your favourite things. You never want to live with your brother during your college years but only for the sake of your parents you were there sharing apartments with your brother. If you get any chance you would change your apartment.
“Stop overreacting, I’ll be home till night. Enjoy yourself.” Your brother said slamming your door. He was never in the house, always out there having fun with girls, alcohol and money. This is what he called life and you totally were different from him. You’re more conserved, introverted and only allow certain people in your life. But here you’re happy that atleast the whole house is yours now. You can watch Disney weird fantasy movies or eat pineapple pizza without being judged. At night after he left for partying you ordered a big size pizza and started watching the saddest movies to cry.
At the mean time of your crying session, you heard a ding bell sound at the doorstep. It’s almost two at the morning and you were confused who’s now. But at your surprise it’s you brother walking inside the house with one more person just like him. You saw him, but he was head down walking inside but you guessed it right. In the black jacket it was Min Yoongi. Your brother’s friend or kind of used to be classmate. You have been seeing him from the starting years of college. And now you’re almost at the end of the year. The person right before seems sad and num. But it was not a surprising thing cause everytime you meet Yoongi he looks so sad and calm. No emotions can be read from his expression.
“I guess you’re too early to come home!” You glared at your brother who settled himself at the couch, beside him Yoongi takes his sit.
“None of your business, girl. And why are you up this late, huh? Again watching your weird fantasy movies.” Your brother hummed.
“Yo, bitch. Don’t interfere in my life. Just go, I’m in the middle of something.” You ranted.
“Y/n language! Haven’t you seen Yoongi sitting right here? A guest is in the house and you’re talking to me like this?” Your brother glared. Yoongi just scoffs still head down.
“Let me clear this to you. Yoongi’s girlfriend kicked him out of there shared apartment. So, for few days or weeks he’ll be here with us until or unless there fight get resolved.” He said.
“None of my business though.” You rolled your eyes still focussing on the television screen.
Yoongi in his deep voice “we soon gonna be together again. Thanks Seokjin for giving me shelter.” Both of the boys then straight up walked into the rooms and you were there ending the last scenes.
From the starting years living with your brother Seokjin, you always met with all his friends. Yoongi was also one of them. But he was the one whom you talked the most in his group circle. Yoongi seems so calm and intelligent to your eyes. He was also a good listener while a great adviser. You both added each other in every social media platforms you were present. You almost talked with him daily the past years. But the sudden change that developed in him was still unknown to you. You didn’t get what ghosted him but this past few months he randomly stopped talking to you. No in person talks, no messages or neither calls. He even blocked you from all his social medias. You thought he was mad at you for something but you never get it for what. You tried asking him what’s the matter of not talking or having no contact with you randomly. But he never answered it in a right way. Neither did you exaggerated the matter. As told you were very picky about the people in your life. If somebody don’t want to have contact with you then it’s his loss. You’re always there to help anyone and everyone you know.
The very next day, you were excited to meet with your new crush Jimin. He’s new to your campus for few months and you both became good friends with eachother. He seems so cool to your eyes. Never did you think of dating anyone from your college but if it’s about Jimin then you can’t say no to it. He’s kind and fun guy to goof around. But the thing that make your heart flutter was his flirty side. The way he acts like he’s in love with you with all his picky lines on you. You can’t denied that you liked it, really every much. Your heart always pound whenever he goes all flirty with you. But you also can’t deny the fact that he seems flirty with all the other girls in the campus. Kind of like the new fuck boy in the college. Sad for you that at last you did fall for the flirty kid.
“ Jimin! How’s your day going bub?” You yelled at Jimin who was standing there flirting with some other girls.
“Y/n beautiful! You’re becoming more beautiful day by day.” Jimin walk up to and said.
“Ahh you boy! Shut up. Any plan for this weekends?” You asked.
“As you know our college last year gonna end in this month. So, I’m quite busy.” Jimin sighed.
“Yeah, but I’m excited for our graduation day. But Jimin I’m gonna confess something before our graduation day to you.” You whispered in his ears.
“Oh-okay. What’s it about can I ask?” Jimin hesitantly said.
“Meet me at the basket ball court at evening in this weekend. Okay?” You excitedly said.
“I-i will be there. But if anything necessary then you can tell me now.” Jimin asked.
“Patience Jimin. Don’t forget to come.” You winked at him and walk straight up to your house.
You were really happy that finally after taking a whole one year you now gonna confess to Jimin. Your heart saying that he gonna accept you but your brain already shown you some red flags. But you just ignored it. After denying for so long, now your feelings for him was strong and directive. You can sense it. Before the end of the graduation day you decide to confess the feelings. As you believe in ‘if you like someone, let them know how you feel for them’ philosophy.
You open the door of your living room, at your surprise a whole shirtless Yoongi was sitting at the couch watching his favourite football. His dark strands of hair was wet and a towel was hanging at his shoulders. The track pants which he was wearing was quite unrecognisable as the only thing you concentrated was on his pale smooth white skin. You can’t deny his beauty. He was unknowingly beautiful. His cheek bones, cat eyes and gummy smile. At the sound of the door he quickly trail his eyes on you.
You screamed “dress up, you naked man.”
Yoongi just rolled his eyes on you and put on his shirt and said “I’m not even naked. Haven’t you seen a shirtless man before?”
“S-sorry sir! But I’m not habituated to see a whole naked man in my house everyday.” You hesitantly exaggerated your words and sit at the corner couch.
“Then get habituated.” He said with a straight face almost focused on the sports.
You don’t seem to reply at his last words. Your eyes trail down to find your brother, who was nowhere in the house. You already figured it out again that he had gone to somewhere as most of the time he was not home when you came back from college.
“Have you seen my brother?” You asked Yoongi.
“I don’t know might me out of the home.” Yoongi said. Your inner brain was screaming that you also know that when Seokjin was not at home he was probably out of the house. You sighed at his words.
Hearing your frustrated sound, Yoongi looked at you and goes like “you can watch now, I’m good at the room.” And he get up from the couch and walked towards the room.
“hey! Yaa! Stop, you can watch. I’m not frustrated because of you. Come here.” You yelled at him.
Yoongi calmly come and sit at the exact spot. You were constantly looking at him but he say no to eye contact. With his baby eyes he was looking at the screen. The surrounding filled with the whistle of football match. You don’t know what to say to him. You were still thinking of starting a conversation but you don’t know how. But you want to ask that person beside you that why he was ignoring the hell out of you. You missed him, you accepted. Before even catching those feelings we cuts you off. You already added him in your good relationship bucket list. But he tend to follow the opposite both. Your eyes are kind of stuck at him without even realising.
Yoongi scoffs “you can stop staring. I’m feeling uncomfortable.”
His deep voice fetch you to the reality and you stumbled “umm.. i-i was just. S-sorry, can we talk?”
For the first time Yoongi’s eyes lands on you. You both made an eye contact for mili second until or unless Yoongi broke it. He goes “for what? I think I should go.”
“This is what I’m talking. Why did you just cut me off from your life, Yoongi. I mean what’s happened suddenly you stop talking to me?” You sighed.
“Is I’m not talking to you now?” Yoongi glared at you.
“You also know what I’m talking. You blocked me from every social media handles. Even you didn’t replied my texts. Why are you mad at me, Yoongi?” You said with a worried face.
“I was quite distrub from the past months. Might be because of that. We’re good.” Yoongi cleared it.
“No, we ain’t. The past months you only ignored me. I saw you attending each and every party. And you’re looking quite happy at that time” Your voice raised.
“Tell me, why you want to talk to me? Why you need me? Why you can’t resist me? Is you’re feeling for me? Do you wanna have something with me?” Yoongi screamed some unusual questions which you never thought of.
The question stuck to your head. When he asked you all this, you also questioned yourself. Why actually you want to talk to him. You realise you’re expecting something from. But it was also right your heart carries some part of love for him at that time might be now too. But the way Yoongi yelled at you, you’re expecting that.
“Min, are you okay? Is everything good? I know you and your girlfriend have a fight going on and I know how you feel. But that doesn’t mean you would shout at me like that.” You sighed.
“No, I’m not okay, y/n. I don’t know what’s happening. I can’t understand my feelings right now. My girlfriend is cheating on me at one hand and at another my feelings are growing for someone else. It feels like I’m cheating. But I ain’t a cheater, y/n.” Yoongi broke down. His deep voice mixes with some tearing emotions but he tried hard to not express.
Yoongi feels like he was the cheater because of you. The truth is he really likes you. That he can’t resist to talk to you. That whenever he saw you, he wants to wrap you around his body. Even when he have a girlfriend, you filled him with joy. Even having someone to love, he need you to be in love. You make him go crazy. But he knows it’s all wrong. That catching feelings for someone else instead of having a girlfriend is wrong. So, the best solution he found was to cut you off. Only for this reason he stopped talking to you. You feels like a complete stranger to him.
Still it didn’t work. At the times he talked to you he always stay happy and focussed but after cutting you off he seems sad most of the time. Also he feels so frustrating at times and fight with anyone and everyone he saw. That’s also a reason that after stop talking to you he and his girlfriend have fight most of the time. And after a long series of fighting and quarrelling with each other, his relationship becomes toxic as hell. He wants to scape out of the place. So, he did. But destiny have different plans, after pushing you so far. Atlast he came back at your arms only. Now, he was sitting beside you. You’re trying your best to confront him.
“Min, calm down. I’m here. I’ll not abandoned you. Tell me everything.” You quitely whispered in his ears while talking his hands on yours. His cold hands fit yours and it felt good.
“Thanks y/n. Sorry for everything I did to you. I’m the worst. I broke your heart and I also cheated on my girlfriend. Even though I know she was cheating on me since so long.” Yoongi calmly put his each word.
“No, you’re best. She’s cheating on you first. And feeling for someone else doesn’t make you cheater, Min.” You confronted him.
“You don’t understand. Right now in my life, I want somebody to hold be tight, to love me like I do and to protect me. No one in this earth loves me.” Yoongi frustrated and smack the pillow beside him.
You can’t hold how sad and frustrated he was that time. You never have seen him in like. He was broke, totally broke. You glanced at him and hugged his huge posture which was unstable. But with presence of your hugging body it get calm and the huge body turns down to small. He completely fitted between your arms. You patted his back, he didn’t argued to back off from the hug neither did he hold you back. You were just there holding him and confronting him. Seeing him like this you also got broke.
“I’m here, Yoongi. See, I’m holding you, loving you and even confronting you. Don’t even say those words. I care for you.” You said calmly still holding him in your arms like a baby.
His cologne smells like you’re in a mountain and forest. With each time going you like wrapped him around. He quietly sitting like a baby.
“Remember if the relationship is getting toxic, calls it a off. And if you like someone else and your feelings are genuine then let the person know it. Tell her that how much you feel for her. I know you will.” You geniunely said. He back off from your hug and nodded it a yes.
“And what if the person seems so close to me that knowing I like her, she’ll be surprised. And she also broke my heart.” Yoongi asked.
“I promise she’ll not. Just be brave and tell her your feelings. Not all people are heartbreaker like you.” You giggled to calm the situation down.
“You aren’t a heart break, huh?” Yoongi asked and you laughed at him.
As the atmosphere becomes a little lighter Seokjin your brother walks inside the room. Unknowingly you were around Yoongi’s arms and he was half heartedly hugging you. As your brother entered you both sit apart acting like nothing happens.
You glared at him and shouted “where were you brat?”
Seokjiin narrowed his eyes “language! You don’t need to know that. But let me tell you, for the rest of this week days you have to be alone as I’m leaving for a business trip.”
You excitedly said “really? Thank god! I’ll have my alone time now.” You love to be alone and as said you hated your nosy brother.
Seokjiin frowned “hold on girl! Don’t ever dare to think of bringing your boyfriend Jimin at this house.”
He then looked at Yoongi and goes “Min, can you please have an eye on my little sister. Don’t let her bring any boy.” Yoongi nodded but with a confusing face.
The last time your brother was not home, you bring Jimin and some of his other friends in your house. And to be honest it was a disaster. Next day your house smells like a pond of alcohol and smoking junction. Unfortunately your brother comes home at the wrong time and see all of those. He even saw how Jimin flirted with you and from then onwards he hated him.
You yelled “he isn’t my boyfriend.” But you slowly whispered to yourself “but he’ll be soon.”
“It’s better if he’s not. That boy is a dick. If you ran around him like that he surely gonna break your heart. Cut him off from your life.” Seokjiin said as packing his stuff.
“None of your buisness, brat. Have fun weekends. Me and Yoongi will also have fun.” You laughed devilishly.
Seokjiin moved all his clothes and necessary things in his suitcase and you say a bye to him. Well, sometimes you love your brother in real. But most of the time you hate him because of him being correct always. As for now, he already predicted that Jimin gonna broke your heart but you know Jimin really very well. He’s a sweetheart in your eyes who is so soft to broke anyone’s heart. This time you gonna prove your brother wrong by confessing Jimin. Your guts were telling you that your doing something right and should go on.
You two were alone in a house full of rooms. But it didn’t feel different as Yoongi entered in his room as soon as Seokjin left and you all visited your room to complete graduation studys. You were quite pressurized for the day but happy that you gonna confess to Jimin tomorrow. A perfect proposal you dreamt of . Long basketball court where you and he will be standing all alone and some butterflies kicking in your stomach.
Here Yoongi in his room ingrossed into his long fluffy blanket. His mind was full of you. He can’t stop thinking about you. All he need is you and you. His heart was playing some sort of games to go in your room and kiss your lips. When you were hugging me in the couch his eyes were constantly trailing down to your lips. He can’t resist his desire to kiss on that peach soft lips that taste like berries. He already know how you’ll taste. Your fragrance, soft skin, long finger, smooth hairs drives him crazy. It’s not like he was attracted to you for the first time . Whenever you come nearer to him, he can sense his hormones bobbing out of his nerves. He liked you, he knows. The only thing that stopping him was his bothered self. He wasn’t sure if you also feel the same, but he knows you feel the exact same. Without resisting his desires he got straight up from the bed and walk up to yours.
You were strolling down your eyes within the gigantic piles of pages right before you. He peep through the door to see your face. Your hair strands lacking his view and your frustrated face increases his rage. He liked you, he can’t see you like this. He does a sigh sound closing his eyes, which shifted your attention. You were no longer interested in your books but the person peeping you through the door interests you more.
You calmly open the door and whispered in his hear “do you need something, Yoongi?”
He got shuttered to your cat voice and stumbled “umm.. y-no. Actually you look so frustrated!”
You does a small laugh and said “graduation studies! It’s frustrating.”
He nodded his head looking at the floor and then said “if you’re okay, then we can watch some movies?”
You frowned your eyes in a playful manner “i can’t say no to you but -”
Yoongi intreuppted you “no buts. Living room in 10.” He turned to his room.
You chuckled on his cuteness. Well, if Jimin didn’t entered your life then Yoongi have been the one you would die on. You liked him from the every first of your college days. You haven’t met anyone as calm and as loyal as him. But presence of his girlfriend broke you down. You don’t want to interfere in his relationship. But as for now, he was in a verge of breaking up with his girlfriend. If you still have that active Yoongi loving bone in your body then you would have said everything to him. But fate have different plans.
The couch was cozy, the room was dark with various beam of light from television echoes. Freash buttery popcorn lined by your side. You were half lying on the couch beside Yoongi who was calmly looking at the movie you choosed. For sure you have your own romantic taste in movies. And he can’t say no to you. You were stealing some glance of him in the name of watching movie. He’s ethereal. You again felt the same butterflies when you used to talk to him. Again the feelings were kicking your stomach. You are liking it. Your sudden urge to touch him filled your heart but your mind keep debating about Jimin.
“Yoongi!” Your soft voice echoes the background.
He looked at you but his eyes were on your peack lips “umm…?”
“Are you liking this movie? If not then we can change it.” You hesitantly said.
“Loving it so far. Romance is never my thing but you made it mine now.” Yoongi softly chuckled again stick his eyes to the screen. But the one thing you don’t know that his focus never shifted from you. He also sees how badly you want him but no one makes a move.
“Can you pass me the blanket, Min?” You again grapped his attention. He gently took the blanket and cover your legs and torso. You both were just centimetres away. You shifted a little close to him to feel the heat. He smiled at you.
“Thanks, Min. You want the blanket?” You asked nervously. Without any hesitation he unfold the whole blanket and cover both you. You gently smiled at him. There was a big silence echoing your heart. You want to make the move to kiss him, to touch him and to play with his hairs. And that was when stopped when you actually did while there was a kissing scene going on .
You gently grapped his thighs and rubbed it slowly. “It’s cold here.” You slowly yet seductively said.
“Umm! Yes!” He nodded and pressed his cold hands on your bare legs. He also does the same thing you did.
But soon his hands trail upward inside from your loose shorts. He’s circling inside your inner things. His finger nails form a line in your inner thigh. You were loving that feeling. As soon as you put your hands out of his thighs, he makes a unsatisfied sound.
“Umm?” You looked at him innocently with a devilish thought. Both of your eyes met at once.
“Can I kiss you?” You hesitantly asked.
As soon as you ended the sentence his lips are already on your neck. This smooth lips does a great job in your bare neck area. He was gently kissing , devilishly sucking and you were pleasantly moaning his name. He kissed your collar bone and your pale skin turns to violet in seconds. He pressed you in the couch and lean over you. But you want his lips on yours.
The moment was made for Yoongi, he slowly takes his time to respond each and every moans of your. His lips were playing with your skin. Happily sucking each corner of your neck. Soon the realisation stuck him and he was now concentrating on your lips. Took a few times to glance at your lips while massaging your hair with one hand. He pressed his lips on your sharp jaw line. You were enjoying ever bit of it.
'Jimin’ this name echoed in your brain. That few minutes you can’t proceed, before you it was Yoongi but your heart his on Jimin’s hand. You can’t betray him like this. You have a deep feeling for him. You thought you were doing wrong, it was wrong. You can’t sleep with anyone like this. The realisation make you push Yoongi so hard.
He was at a verge of kissing your lips but the sudden push was unexpected for him. He got shuttered and hold the other side of the couch. He looks at you in a awe. You were looking at him in a deep guilt. Your face was telling you that it was wrong.
“What’s happened?” Yoongi innocently asked and came forward to you.
“Don’t touch me! It’s wrong.” You yelled at him as you run towards your room.
You heard him shout at you for what’s the matter or why you suddenly reacted like that as you’re the one you wanted all of this. But blaming and treating him like that, he felt so miserable. He realised that you ain’t the random hook up for only one night but he carries deep feeling for you. He should be sorry, he was wrong he accepted. But reacting like that was so astonishing for him.
Yoongi pushed your door and shouted for you. But there you were lying senselessly at your bed. Your face was pale and heart with a heavy weigh of guilt. You shouldn’t act like a kid. You wanted all of that, you started it and not him. You were wrong, but you haven’t the courage to tell him why you did that to him. Maybe tomorrow, you can tell him that Jimin was all over your head that time.
“Yoongi, can I explain this to you tomorrow. Please, leave me alone.” You yelled at him across the door.
Yoongi sighed “sure, I also have something to explain you. I can wait.” And he sadly walked at his room.
The whole night Yoongi’s mind keep on thinking about you. He can’t any more relay his feelings to himself. He needs to tell you what he feels for you. That he don’t think you as a one time hook up but a forever home. He decides to tell you his genuine feelings tomorrow as soon as you’re good to talk to him.
Tomorrow arrives, your guilt was eaten you up badly. Without wasting your time you walked to Yoongi’s room. You already prepared your words what you will tell him. That you like Jimin and that you can’t break his trust. Also you should be sorry for the last night because you make a move first but you were also the same person who weirdly ran off without saying anything.
“Yoongi! Can we talk?” You said glancing at the floor that shows you felt guilty.
He was still on his bed half asleep, in his rapsy voice “are you okay?”
“Y-ye.. n-no. I’m not. I really felt so bad for last night.” You stumbled.
“It’s completely okay. Consent is more important than anything. But -” Yoongi got intreuppted by you.
“No, I want to do. I mean I’m sorry. There is a reason why I didn’t want to have anything now with you.” You slowly mumbled.
“I understand. I’m good, don’t worry.” Yoongi yawned. You felt everything goes back that it use to and you left for your college. But the midway of his room Yoongi called you again.
“Excuse me, if you’re not in a hurry can I tell you something?” Yoongi was no more a half dead human but his tone shifted to seriousness.
“Sure, anything important?”
“Well, let’s have a sit. It’s important for me.” You sat at the edge of his bed.
“Oh! You okay?”
“Something is really eating me up, I don’t know how to tell you but I think I really feel attached to you. You does feel home. Always I think about you. You keep buzzing inside my head. I feel for you… Deeply.” Yoongi patiencely confronted everything. His eyes were glancing at your bracelet as he is bad at making eye contact.
Your eyes were no longer want to hide but you without blinking looked at his pale fluffy face. He like you, he mean he really feel for you, in real. The topsy turvey land appears infront of you. Just right now, you were going to confront to Jimin about his feelings and before that someone else did to you. The heart inside knows that Yoongi never jokes around, he say what he feels. But he still didn’t broke up with his girlfriend and what about those days when he completely cuts you off. You remembered all of this.
“Oh! I-i … Are you serious? You never even want to talk to me. You ignored me, remember?” You ranted angrily.
“Yes, I do ignore you but you know what’s the reason? I feel attracted to you, I can’t resist to talk to you, I always think about you and your little things hurts me easily. But I don’t want to cheat on my ex girlfriend so I simply say a goodbye. Though after all these months you can see where I’m!” Yoongi put over his point nonchalantly.
“Ah! Yoongi? You did all these because of some unfelt feelings! At last you need to tell me. But this is too late. I already feel for someone else.” You nervously ended your words.
“I understand but don’t you also feel the same way at some point? Don’t you also feel attracted towards me?” He passionately glance at you, his high voice pitch echoes all through his room.
“What if I used to do? Now, things are changed.” You screamed.
“Nothing changed. You still have feelings for me. Or else you would not want to fuck me!” The total atmosphere shifted into a peeaceful procession. Yoongi ranted the words which are harsh and real. You do feel the same way he does, but what about Jimin. God have a sinful duty to only designated single soulmate to oneself. You feel for true and you ain’t a traitor.
“Don’t you also? What are you doing at your so called friends house cause your girlfriend kick you out. And middle of your break up you’re hitting on your friend’s sister. Also trying your level best to make her fall for you.” You calmly stated. But your neurons are burning inside.
“And she’s falling for me? Isn’t she?” Yoongi in the heat of the debate flirtatiously walked up to you.
“Yes, she did. But I know I’m not a traitor like you. Now fuck off. Also today I’m gonna confess to Jimin. Pray that he also likes me. Now, good bye.” You pushed Yoongi out of your sight and walk up to the main door.
“May Jimin and you never meet again.” Yoongi chuckled at his words. You only rolled your eyes and left for college.
Fall of the darkness after a heavy heart break take lots of sadness. That numb cold weather with a wreaking heart gives shivering pain in your wholesome heart. You didn’t expected that, you never thought that but initially it happened. He said the most cruel words you never even thought he would know. You cried for the last time he did said 'goodbye’ not with a smiling innocent face but with a smug showing he played with your feelings. The words ’ I’d never even thought of you around my arms’ was spitted by Jimin. He betrayed you. But the last line stuck to your soul 'do you think I would let you suck my dick, y/n? Haven’t you seen yourself! You’re a pity. Go find someone else to do this shit. Good bye’ and he smirkingly ended your beautiful and hopefull day.
You cried under the dark and cold rainy evening. You just want to ran into your bed and cried for hours that you’re wrong. The heavy rain drenched all your clothes and you. Without waiting for the bus you walked down all the street still numb and overthinking in your head. No one loves you right now, whom do you want to live for? Under the nature’s water your own tears vanished.
It take no time to measure your home distance. You shut the door so loudly that you also got out of those painful thought. You are broke, your heart is. The pain has no bounds. The drenched clothes can’t match your drenched soul. Already the winter rain is eating you up but you need more coldness to be out of this burning world. You cried loudly sitting at the couch. Hearing you Suga came and look a glance at you. He didn’t said anything, just standing there quietly like observing your intentions. You felt his glance, you looked at his pale face with your small eyes. You wanted him to ask you about the pain you’re feeling, about the situation you’re in and about everything which breaks your heart. But you don’t why your heart beating and wanting him to console you. You aren’t about this side of yours. Your feelings are confused more than numb.
’ Aren’t you gonna ask me anything?’ you screamed in your teary voice.
Suga smiled ’ umm! I can see the rejection on your face.’
'shut the hell up. Everything happens because of you. I - I’ you screamed but the ending of your sentences vanished on your heavy crying voice.
Suga walk up to you and sit beside you ’ I understand everything. No need to cry this happens with everyone.’
’ Suga, if you don’t know how to console someone then it best to shut your pity mouth.’ you aggressively pushed him away.
’ Wow girl, is it so? In the morning you also broke my heart in the same way. You don’t know how much I care for you, how much I need you now. But you! You just spit some cruel words and not even regretting. This is how you feel when someone broke your heart.’ Suga bashed on you.
You look dumbfound. You’re processing everything he said but you realized he ain’t right. You need to correct him. 'Why’d you came in my life? Huh! I was so happy without talking to you after you stop talking. I do have feelings for you and you clearly know each and everything. You broke my heart first. And again when I’m finally good with a boy, you came back. You don’t know how much you broke my feelings internally from a long time. And you’re giving me this fucking reason?’ you finished and ran to your room and lock yourself under the cold shower.
Suga just for a whole minute hear your words again. He can’t processed that you liked him before even he does. And the fact that you still have feelings for him. His heart got flutter and a pound of sadness hugs his heart. He felt guilty of treating you like that. But he no more wants to be a heartbreaker. He wants to prove you that he loves you, a lot. And want to promise you that he ain’t like those flirty brat to goof around. He’s the sky of your earth that’s permanent and no one else is allowed here.
He ran towards your room and screamed at the top of his lungs when he can’t see you there 'y/n, I’m sorry!’ You heard his voice but weeped under the shower. Your voice is enough to know where are you. He opened the door of the wash room and saw you under the shower with all your drenched clothes.
'Y/n, what’s wrong? You will get cold.’ he softly said and came towards the shower the knob.
'just get out, Suga. Leave me alone.’ you screamed.
'calm down, let me turn the shower off.’ he said softly as he lean towards you to turn it off.
You pushed him ’ can’t you hear me, leave me alone .You brat!’
Suga tilt a little but he pushed you against the shower wall and pinned you down “shut up. I told you I’m here for you.’ he said in his low cold voice which spend shiver down your spine. You both got drenched in that cold water. The shower is still on and you’re numb by Suga’s dominance.
You look at his fierce eyes and broke down 'I-I am hurt. I don’t want anything.’ He still pinned you down the wall.
He said 'You want me. Don’t you?’ and looked in your eyes.
You’re feelings are peeping out and you can’t withstand the man before you. The gorgeous, tall and broke man said enough to console your feelings. Your eyes can’t resist those plum lips to kiss on. He’s unknowingly hot and you accepted it. You tiptoed and kissed him while your tears are still all over your face.
Suga is deep down kissing you and your whole sad soul. You loved it, you geniunely did. The kiss was intense and passionate. His hands trail down to your head and lean you more to have a perfect kiss which he was imagining for years. Out of breath you broke the kiss and sighed. He himself lean down and put both of your forward together. You both heavily breathed and smiled at each other.
"Thanks.” Suga calmly said.
You look at him with love in your eyes and “I’m not stopping with just a kiss. I’d been thinking about this for over years. Now, that you’re here, I can’t leave you. Just tell me you also carry that deep feelings for me.”
He paused for a moment and complete silence surronds that freezing cold shower leaving you both a hot mess. You again think about doing something nonsense.
Suga take a deep breath “ Y/n, I feel you’re the one I have been loosing for years because you were always there for me to find you. But I never took initiative to find you. Please I really do li- like you. Do-dont ever leave me.”
He stutters and hugged you so hard. The moment filled you with joy but often reality strikes everyone so hard. Under the shower, two humans both in love with eachother having a special moment yet the bang in door wakes both of you up.
Suga hesitantly look outside the shower door to look if anyone was there but again doorbell rang and to both of your surprises, it’s Seokjin.
You are still figuring out if telling your brother about you and Suga is a good option.
I am starting to think most people have no idea what enemies to lovers is. Enemies are hostile. That is the trope.
Stop throwing the word abuse at every chance you get in your ship wars. People shouldn’t have disclose their private life to defend a fictional pairing.
Shortly after the twins’ birth, Jared and I had a proper ceremony with all of our family and friends in attendance.
Gaia was my maid of honour. Marina, Cole, Danneel, Holy, and Jared’s sister, Megan, were my bridesmaids. Jared’s brother Jeff was his best man. Jensen and Jeff were his groomsmen.
Gaia and her husband Nick had their daughter Cherish the same year we had our twins. Cole, Danneel and Genevive, or Genneelle, as we like to call them. The threesome fittingly adopted triplets, one boy and two girls Wren, Lark & Paloma. They got married the following year on March 3rd.
Jensen and Holy’s family became a family of 6. Everly joins her older sisters, Katherine, Madeline, and Mackenzie. All the kids are a perfect blend of them.
While Jared and my twins are his mini-mes with a slight tinge of Y/H/C.
Jared smiles at me as he sets glasses of Dr. Pepper and a bowl of popcorn down on our coffee table. We settle to have the yearly watch of our movie. It’s a tradition to watch it on the anniversary of its premiere.
Who would have thought one little movie would end up taking our lives in this direction? I never thought I’d find happiness like this. I’ll be forever grateful for Cole signing me for Medic without desire. That one little proposition changed my life.
Finally, the impending birth of my twins. In the middle of the throes of birth. I hear a familiar voice asking for me. Jared, what the hell is he doing here?
He’s there just as the twins arrive. As soon as the nurse sets them in my arms. Jared is at my side, smiling at the sight of them in my arms.
He is acting way too affectionate for my liking and goes even as far as kissing my forehead.
“So mom, what have you named them?” Nurse Sherry asked.
“Harlow and Isolde,” I replied.
“Padalecki,” Jared interjects before I can even get my last name out.
I fake a smile at him, not wanting to cause a scene.
“Mrs. Padalecki, they are beautiful. We need to talk later though, darlin’.” Jared whispers into my ear. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks. We haven’t been this close together since we filmed our movie together.
My parents, Gaia, Marina and Cole, file in. They all give a confused stare at the sight of Jared by my side. He insists on Cole taking a picture of us and the twins with his phone.
To the outside world, we look like the perfect little family, but we are far from it. They all take turns holding them. After everyone has left, Jared and I head to his place after his release.
Jared carries the twins and gets them adjusted into his car. After he helps me in. When we arrive at his place, the sound of unholy moans greets us. All we see from our anglel is a sea of red and brown hair. Oh god, I don’t want them to wake up to this. I take the twins to one guestroom.
To my surprise, Jared already has a nursery set up. It’s gorgeous. Navy and red trim. They made the cribs of sturdy mahogany. Once they settle in their cribs. I make my way to the living room and I am greeted by a half-dressed Genevive, Danneel, and Cole.
Jared is just standing there laughing.
"Seriously, guys. I need to run a tab for the furniture I’ve had to replace.” Jared teased.
“I am surprised you are upset that Gen cheated on you,” I replied.
He doubles over in laughter.
“Is that why you’ve been ignoring me, darlin? Gen is a lesbian. She was about to make an announcement next week. The only person I want to see is you. You’ve been so blind in competing with me you’ve failed to realize I’ve had a crush on you since we first met.” Jared said
I am too stunned to react. Before I realize it Jared crushes his lips to mine. I eagerly kissed him. A chorus of cheers encourages us to continue. Today ended totally unexpectedly for all of us.
I rub my ever-growing stomach and wonder how I got here. Single with a baby on the way. Well, technically, I am still married to Jared and I have never filed for divorce. I haven’t seen him since the movie’s premiere last month. To keep my pregnancy a secret, I didn’t attend it in person. Apart from my parents, Gaia and Marina are the only ones that know about my pregnancy. As far as the media thinks, I’ve gone on hiatus from acting.
As far as Jared and Gen, I’ve still seen pictures of them together online. To my relief, my little tryst with Jared ruined nothing. When the inevitable comes and they get married. He’ll come to me for a divorce. I just hope he won’t see the twins when the time comes. Our relationship would have never worked. We are too different. I hear a knock at the door. Assuming it’s just my weekly food delivery, I hobble towards it. To my surprise, it’s Cole. She stands there with her mouth open at the sight of my stomach. Dammit, I should have checked the doorbell cam. I reluctantly let her in and motioned for her to sit in the living room.
“So, this is why you refused to see me in person. Now I know the reason you told me to say you were on hiatus,” Cole says unnaturally calmly.
“I am surprised you aren’t yelling at me like I thought you would,” I replied.
She simply shakes her head at me.
“I’ve taken some time to learn boundaries. I assume you will not tell Jared. It’s a shame you won’t. He’d be an amazing father.” Cole said.
“I know he would, but acting our whole lives in front of the kids like everything is fine. It won’t be a suitable environment for them. I am doing what’s best for everyone.” I replied.
“Okay, if you are sure. Now I’ll go order the pregnant lady some food. Chinese this time, right? It’s usually a balance between that and Italian. I saw your post yesterday about lasagna.” Cole said.
“Yeah, thanks, Cole,” I replied with a smile.
We catch up throughout dinner while eating Cantonese chow mein, fried rice, beef ho fun and chicken balls.
Gaia and Marina end up coming over to join us. Gaia is expecting too, only a few months behind me. I know our kids will be great friends, just like we are. Cole’s been dating someone for a year, but she won’t disclose who. She tells us once her partner is ready to tell people, we will be the first to know. It’s good to have a girl’s night. All of us missed it. We might as well enjoy it before the kids come.
Cole and I haven’t spoken since that morning. I am still pissed at her for the events that unfolded. I also keep forgetting to take the wedding ring off. Since it’s also being used as a prop for the movie.
Jared and I ignore each other when we are off set, not bothering to even acknowledge the events that happened in Vegas.
Settling into another day, it is filming. Muscle memory at this point. Jared and I set aside the tension when settling into our roles of Jillian and Killian Eadens.
The only awkward parts are the sex scenes it keeps bringing me back to Vegas. I always have to take bubble baths afterwards to soothe the anxiety. It’ll never erase the memories, though.
It makes me sick thinking when Gen must think of me. I have been a home-wrecker since I married her boyfriend. I broke my own golden rule. Never put someone in the same situation I was once in.
Jared jogs up to me and tries to talk to me, but I won’t hear it. I just got into my car.
As if on cue, Taylor Swift’s ‘Girl at Home’ comes onto the stereo on my way home.
Dammit, why did I let Cole talk me into coming to Vegas? Why the hell am I drinking mojitos, no less? I am a lightweight. I hope this doesn’t get me in trouble.
Either I am hallucinating from these drinks or Jared is actually here in Vegas. I swore I just heard him.
I see him confidentially walking over to me. Damn, does he look good in the blue shirt and black jeans?
“Hey, darlin’, don’t you look good in the short blue body con dress,” Jared says with a smirk. I just roll my eyes at him.
I get up to get away from him. Cole won’t let me and pushes me into his arms. He pulls me onto the dance floor. Since I have had many drinks, I’ve lost some of my inhibitions. I find myself with Jared’s hands on my hips and me grinding against him. I hear Cole and Jensen laughing on the sidelines.
“Y/N, you want to know a secret? I’ve been dying to check out the wedding chapels here. Want to come with me?” Jared says.
“Sure,” I reply. Since I am so buzzed, I don’t realize the gravity of the consequences of what I just agreed to.
The next morning…
I wake up to a heavy arm strung across my waist. When I realized it was Jared, I let out the loudest scream I’d ever let out. I am surprised it didn’t wake him. That’s where the situation gets worse. Not only did we sleep together, but there was a silver ring on his finger that wasn’t there before. I notice a similar one on my finger. Oh no, what the hell did we do last night?
I immediately called Cole to shout out to her for bringing me on this trip. I feel Jared’s lips on my neck, distracting me from my rage.
That’s when I come to realize we are both still naked. I hung up the phone. When I look at him, my mood changes. I am mesmerized by his multi-spectrum hazel eyes. I make the first move and place my lips against his.
Jared flips me over and grips me tightly. He is anything but gentle; he sucks a hickey into my next while he fills me.
He continues to kiss down my body as he ruts into me.
It’s been an hour and I’m still sore from last night. I don’t think I have another orgasm in me. Jared proves me wrong time and time again.
After we finally pull apart, he reluctantly gets dressed.
Jared calls room service to order us breakfast. We are both starving, of course, after that sex marathon. I get up to get dressed as well. I grabbed his shirt since my clothes were utterly soaked.
I don’t know where we’ll go from here though after our trip. Only time will tell.
After a week of prep. We are filming our first scene. Of course, it has to be the sex scene.
I nervously rub my arm. I am already feeling exposed even though the scrubs covering my flesh-coloured undergarments.
Jared isn’t taking it too lightly either; he’s been swearing in his trailer.
Why did Cole have to put us in this awkward situation?
I regret letting her take over while Grace is on maternity leave. She had to leave early because she had to be on bed rest for the last of her pregnancy. With her preeclampsia, it’s best for her and the baby.
“ Let’s get this over with,” I grumbled on my way to the set.
I stop in my tracks as I see Jared standing over by the medical cabinet. I can’t deny how well built he is. Damn, I wonder what his workout routine is.
I shake off my thoughts and get into my character’s headspace.
I walk over to the cabinet to fish out the supplies. I failed to notice a presence behind me.
“Having trouble finding stuff, Dr. Marrs?”
“No, I am not Dr. Eadens. Now let me grab the stuff.”
Killian doesn’t like me ignoring him. So he spun me around to look at him.
I bite my lip in response to seeing him shirtless.
He smirks in response to my reaction
“Do you like what you see, sweetheart? I was on the way to grab fresh scrubs when I saw you duck in here.”
I don’t respond, I just try to bolt for the door Killian blocks my exit.
He clicks his tongue at me before closing the gap between us.
Suddenly, his lips are on mine. It’s like all the tension between us melted away with one kiss.
We both methodically remove each other’s clothes.
Killian flips me around and I find my bare back pressed against the door.
I wrap my legs around him to pull him impossibly closer. He slides his hands down to my hips and fills me in one go. It doesn’t take us long for us to simultaneously orgasm.
It feels like hours have gone by once we slide down to the floor. We are both completely spent from the countless orgasms.
We quickly redress and walk out the door. Killian and I act like nothing happens when we see each other in the hall an hour later.
"Cut that was perfect guys, that’s it for today,” Matt says.
I race to my trailer to take a shower to scrub Jared from my skin. I know it won’t scrub away the memory of his touch, though.
I continually harshly stab my chicken Caesar salad with my fork, pretending it’s Cole’s face. I can’t believe she agreed for me to work on a movie with Jared.
My friends Gaia and Marina look over at me. Both of their blue eyes filled with concern.
“Calm down, Y/N. I think Cole was trying to get you to branch out,” Gaia says. She always tries to be the voice of reason.
I sigh as I set my fork down.
“I don’t have a problem with branching out. It’s doing sex scenes with the enemy I have a problem with. I guess it fits us perfectly, though. Medic Without Desire’ is about competing ER doctors married to their work. One night, they get stuck in the hospital after their last round during a power outage. Dr. Jillian Marrs and Dr. Killian Eadens have no choice but to work together to keep the hospital running. Things get heated in more ways than one,” I replied.
Gaia doesn’t push the topic further. She’s known me long enough to know when she shouldn’t push the subject further.
I hear my text tone chime. I roll my eyes when I see it’s Cole. She says the studio wants me down there asap.
“Okay, Cole needs me to head down to the studio. It was good catching up with you, Gaia, and Marina. Same time next Sunday.” I replied.
I grab my bag and then call a taxi.
I just hope I am not making a mistake taking on this movie.
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing from what I recognize as Cole’s ringtone. She’s been trying to call me all morning. A knock at the door awakens me from my sleep after I hit ignore.
I grab my robe and throw it over my nightgown. I am not surprised Cole is there.
“Have you seen what’s been floating around online?” Cole asks.
“It’s 7 am, of course, I haven’t.” I retort.
She fishes out her phone and shows me an article.
I feel the heat rise in my cheeks. It’s Jared and I sharing that heated kiss from last night. “Jared cheating on Gen with his rival Y/N"
"For God’s sake, who took this? I better call my Pr to take this down,” I retorted. I hit speed dial 3 on my phone. The last thing I need is for my image to be ruined by people calling me a home-wrecker.
Cole walks nonchalantly into my kitchen to make coffee while I was on the phone.
“Thanks. You’ll get it down by tonight. You are a lifesaver. Yeah, we are still on for tomorrow.” I replied.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
I am just about to make breakfast when another knock at my door interrupts me.
To my surprise, I find Jared standing there in a black t-shirt, jeans with a leather jacket and dark brown hair perfectly in place. He also has my favourite flowers in his hands. He has an apologetic look on his face. I don’t give him a chance to talk. I just slam the door in his face.
The last thing I need is another scandal on my hands. I just finished cleaning up this one.
I shouldn’t be treating him like that, I know, but someone once cheated me on. I vowed to never put someone in that position.
I don’t know how I let Cole talk me into coming to Jensen’s birthday party. It’s not like he and I aren’t friends. His best friend who I don’t get along with is Jared Tristan Padalecki.
Now I am sitting in a corner drinking Dr. Pepper to calm myself down.
Cole drags me over to play a game of truth or dare with them.
“Okay, Jared. Truth or dare?” Cole asks.
“Dare,” Jared replies with a smirk as he looks over at me.
"I dare you to kiss Y/N,” Cole says sinisterly.
Jared strides over to me and closes the gap between us.
He grabs my face and pulls me into an intense kiss. On instinct, I kiss him back. Then he suddenly pulls away. I am breathless and flustered by the time he lets go. Satisfied with my response, he strides back over to where he was standing with pride.
Cole looks over to me with a grin on her face.
I wonder why I let him do it.
Jared and I have been rivals since we were teenagers, constantly competing for the same characters. One of my goals in my career was to smash gender barriers. So I’d try out for any role I could. I’ve succeeded multiple times in doing so.
The rest of the night is uneventful. I eventually called an Uber to get home. I immediately had to shower to scrub the feeling of Jared’s lips against mine. After all, I can’t catch feelings for someone like him. Everyone knows he’s dating Genevive.
Tags: College AU, Modern AU, enemies to lovers, bullying, revenge, misunderstandings, Sassy!Cas, Nerdiness, top!Dean/Bottom!Castiel, Internalized Homophobia.
Summary:
For one entire year, Dean Winchester passed by like a tornado in Castiel’s school life. With blows and contempt towards him. However, the experience made Castiel change his perspective on the world and his desires in the least expected way. Castiel trained hard not to have to go through that again.
Now that he’s a strong and determined man, he wishes life were fair enough to allow him to take revenge on Dean.
Fulfilling his wish, fate crosses the paths of Dean and Castiel once again.
Will Castiel get his revenge?
However, care must be taken with the kickback you may receive from your enemy…
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Genre:Office!AU; enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; smut
Word count: 6.4K+ words
Warnings: office banter; excessive cussing; secret office romance; unrequited love; pining; hints of toxic relationship; explicit sexual language; grinding; oral sex (F-receiving/mentioned, M-receiving); alcohol consumption
Summary:You hate him, he hates you. You were both fine staying in your own lanes–until you’re forced to work together on a make-or-break project for your company.
A/N: I apologize in advance for having to do this after the love I’ve shown Yoongi on the last update…but it’s all for the drama!!! Again, this is a work of fiction–and not to mention a KNJ-focus so…
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LET ME JUST SAY – actually no I don’t need to even prepare you at this point, you already know I’m going to yell,
MY FAVOURITE DYNAMIC RN IS JUNGKOOK AND YN he’s so cute and encouraging and annoying but he doesn’t judge and doesn’t make it such a big deal I love their relationship brothers are usually such a pain, but he’s cute and ofc HE’S GOING TO GET ALONG WITH NAMJOON JUST TO BE INSUFFERABLE
The Jin portion really got me giggling because ofc these two are yelling at each other not knowing how much time they spend yelling at each other, I love Jin, hes literally so done with them
MIN YOONGI. YOU ARE GIVING RED FLAGS SIR. WE ARE COLLECTING RED FLAGS RN. BEING APPREHENSIVE ABOUT THE DINNER WITH THE BRO? NOT SAYING YOU MISS YN BACK? DISTANCING? CANCELLING LAST MINUTE??? I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT SHE DESERVES BETTER SIR, YN and I deserve an explanation YOU ARE ON THIN ICE, THIN ICE I SAY
No but literally shina, me as I read the small snippets and the pacing and the energy you captured to make me doubt yoongi along with yn like THIS IS NO BIG DEAL IT’S FINE. ITS OKAY. NOTHINGS WRONG. HE’S JUST TIRED. NO MA'AM OUR INTERNAL AMBULANCE IS DOING A WEE-WOO IMPRESSION RN I know she feels it because I feel it and no I’m never a reliable source [because I look at Yoongi’s hands and think : Yes and I will wholeheartedly defend my answer] BUT I KNOW YN DESERVES AN APOLOGY
Also not Joon showing us a softer polite side, agreeing that yn is good w her brother around, and brushing off her nervous tone and man’s was hurt by a pretty named woman [AM I upset no, I’m not upset, what’s her name (I wont scroll and read it again because I’m obsessed with names and I don’t wana like her when I make this comment) can choke on her fiancé’s dick, but I’m not upset for him. Nope. Not at all ]
Marinette ignored the harsh glow of the screen on her eyes as she scrolled through her laptop, looking at websites that would probably get her arrested.
In her defence, she was doing it for a good reason. Which usually meant it was for the safety of the miraculous.
But no one needed to know that.
“Marinette,” Tikki said, floating by her owner. “I’m sure whatever you’re searching for can wait for a few hours, while you sleep.”
The fashion designer groaned, running her stiff fingers through her hair that was sticking out in various directions.
“No, Tikki, it can’t because if it goes too far,” Marinette said, closing a tab furiously. “It’s going to destroy our planet as we know it.”
Tikki stared at her, completely unfazed. “Well then take a break. I’m sure the world is not going to end in the next few seconds.”
Marinette paused her blindingly fast typing, considering Tikki’s offer.
Her answer was an immediate and resounding no.
The other kwamis who had come to support Tikki’s point sighed in annoyance.
“Really, Guardian,” said Wayzz, floating next to Tikki, “I would very much like it if you listened to Tikki; what you are doing is nothealthy. Also, Master Fu once told me, if you take a break, sometimes what you’re looking for appears right after.”
Thatmade Marinette pause. And her rumbling stomach, but we’re just going to ignore that for now.
“Well,” Marinette stretched the word out, her eyes flicking from kwami to kwami. “I supposeI could take a few minutes break.”
The cheers of the kwami echoed around the penthouse.
Marinette sighed in bliss as she took a sip of her coffee, feeling a little less tired than before.
“Coffee,” she announced, carefully sitting on her couch. “Is god’s gift to Earth.”
“Nah, Pigtails,” Plagg said, floating in front of her. “It’s cheese. Always and forever.”
He groaned in delight as he gobbled up a large piece of cheese.
Giving him the stink-eye, Marinette turned back to her laptop, continuing her search.
“If I could just find the name…” Marinette took another sip of her coffee before typing furiously again.
“If I may ask,” said Nooroo, blinking his large eyes. “What exactlyare you looking for?”
Marinette stretched her back, cringing at the loud crackit let out. “I’m looking for an alien. His name is Thanos. Or something like that.”
“Then I suppose we can help each other.”
Marinette froze as the familiar, smooth and silky voice of Damian Al-Ghul rung in her ears.
She turned around slowly, cringing at her state, slipping her confident mask on.
“Al-Ghul,” she said coolly, straightening her back. By now, all of the kwamis had flown into their respective hiding places, knowing who Damian was. “What are you doing here?”
Currently, Damian was perched upon her windowsill, which, for your reference, was quite high up in the sky.
“First,” he asked smoothly, deep voice rippling. “May I come in?”
At her suspicious look, he held his hands up, leaving him in a precarious position. “I don’t have any weapons. I have not come here, intending to fight with you.”
At Marinette’s signal from behind her back, Plagg and Wayzz flew around Damian, scanning him for any weapons.
Plagg flew in front of her after a few seconds, casually saying, “He’s clear, Pigtails.”
Toocasually.
Marinette saw the look in his eyes and mentally pinched her nose because it meant that Plagg wanted to tell her something.
It could wait.
“All right,” Marinette said, suddenly aware of her hair and how it must be looking. “Come in.”
Before she had even finished her sentence, Damian was already leaping inside, like a cat.
Oh kwami, Marinette thought, suddenly having an inkling of what Plagg wanted to tell her.
She really hoped she was wrong.
Once Damian was standing in front of her, Marinette stalked towards him, eyes cold as ice. “Now answer my question from before, Al-Ghul. Why are you here?”
Damian gave her that infuriating smirk, the one she still remembered from when he kidnapped her two weeks ago.
“I assume we are both looking for the same…alien,” he said, looking slightly annoyed at the thought. “Thanos.”
Marinette raised her eyebrows, unwilling to believe him. “I suppose we are. Provided you are telling the truth.”
“I am,” Damian said, looking more annoyed now. “Some of my assassins are going off track, assassinating people who they shouldn’t be. I have been forced to dispose of them, their actions drawing too much attention to the League. I did my research a week ago and came across the same name you did, as well as the word ‘miraculous.’ I suppose that explains your involvement as well.”
Marinette was intrigued now, Wayzz’s confirmation that Damian was telling the truth reassuring her. “Well, did you come across the term infinity stones?”
“I did.” Damian looked and soundedcompletely confused, proving to Marinette that this was something out of their world, something that none of them knew.
“Well,” Marinette knew she was making a terrible decision and she should probably stop herself but two minds were better than one right?
“How about working together to figure this out?”
Marinette would remember Damian’s expression for the rest of her life because it was thatpriceless.
Damian Al-Ghul eyes the assassin in front of him. “Are you sure?” he asks with no semblance of emotion.
The assassin bows his head. “Yes. The Great Guardian of the Miraculous is currently in New York City.”
“And what does the Guardian do?”
“The Guardian has a business she owns – designing for various…celebrities,” The assassin displays disgust at the word, but Damian ignores it.
“And her name?” he asks.
“Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”
Pursing his lips, Damian motions for him to leave. “Leave. And permit no one to enter.”
Bowing once again, the assassin leaves the room and shuts it behind him.
Damian rubs his temple, wondering just howhe could kidnap the Great Guardian of the Miraculous. She had the most powerful miraculous in her hands, and if he was not stealthy enough, the Guardian would detect him.
Yes,him.
Damianwas going to go and kidnap her for the miraculous. But the plan would have to be flawless and well executed.
So far, no one knew of his idea and Damian planned to keep it that way.
Now, back to the plan…
◇─◇──◇─◇
A few weeks later…
Marinette smiles brightly (and fakely) feeling her cheeks hurt with how hardshe was smiling.
Once she walked into her office, she slams the door shut and slides against it.
Her shaking shoulders and telltale sting in her eyes tell her that she’s about to start crying again.
“Why?” Marinette whispers to the room. “Why did he have to do it now?”
‘He’ was Adrien Agreste, her ex-fiancé.
The previous night, he had broken off their engagement for reasons Marinette couldn’t fathom to understand.
**
Smiling stiffly, Marinette smiles for the cameras outside the restaurant.
“That’s right,” Adrien whispers into her ears, also waving for the paparazzi. “You’re doing great!”
Marinette says nothing, somewhat annoyed at him for ruining what was supposed to be a privatedinner.
After 10 minutes of constant smiling, she finally relaxes into the limo. “Done,” she groans.
Adrien looks at her with an odd look in his eye. Then, Marinette didn’t realize what it meant.
As the car glides to her apartment, Marinette discusses her latest designs for her business. “-And if I finish it, it would be a huge boost!” she finishes excitedly.
“A boost you wouldn’t needif you joined Gabriel.” Adrien points out – for the millionth time – and Marinette sighs.
“Adrien,” she says, “We’ve discussed this. I am notgoing to be joining Gabriel as one of the designers. I have my own dreams to fulfill.”
And later, as Marinette reflects, this is what made him snap.
He stiffens up and they sit in uncomfortable silence for the rest of the ride.
Once they reach her apartment, Adrien asks her, “Marinette, would you mind if I came to drop you off?”
“No, of course not,” she says, oblivious to what comes next.
Inside her apartment, Adrien looks at her. “Marinette,” he begins in the patronizing tone she hates. “I’m giving you a choice.”
She stares at him. “What choice?”
He breathes in. “Either, you join Gabriel and we can continue our relationship or…”
“Or what?” Marinette asks, still not completely sure what’s happening.
“Or it’s the end.” Adrien finishes, looking at her with those hopeful green eyes as he was expecting her to choose the first option.
As if he was thinking she would give up her dreams, something she spent yearsmaking true, just for him.
“What are you doing, kid?” Plagg flies out of Adrien’s pocket and glares at him.
Adrien looks at Plagg as is he’s the one being stupid. “I’m giving Marinette a choice.”
“A choice between youand her job?What’swrongwith you kid?” Plagg asks bluntly.
Apparently, his owner is unwilling to listen and snaps, “Shut up, Plagg.”
As Plagg opens his mouth to speak, Adrien says it again. “Plagg. I order you to shut up.”
The kwami’s mouth snaps shut.
Marinette’s jaw drops open and Tikki and the other kwami’s fly out in indignation.
“Adrien,” Marinette asks sternly, “Whatare you doing?”
“Marinette,” Adrien says as if that will excuse what he’s done, “I gave you a choice. You pick.”
Seething now, Marinette glares at him. “I pick-”
“Me right?” Adrien asks excitedly, as if she would actuallydo that after what he’s done in the last past 5 minutes.
“No,” Marinette hisses. “Ipick my business.”
Now it’s Adrien’s turn to be shocked. “What?” he gasps. “But what about us-”
Practically fuming now, Marinette advances on him. “I wasn’t the one who gave the ultimatum Adrien. You were. And you can take it back how much you want. But Iwon’t be coming back.”
She snatches the ring on her finger and slams it onto her table, feeling spiteful satisfaction when it shatters to pieces.
An analogy of their relationship really.
“Nowget out.” Marinette dares him to try and fight her.
Still shocked, Adrien walks backwards, towards the door. “Come on, Plagg.”
Plagg tries to say something, but all that comes out is a muffled noise.
Enraged, Marinette snaps her fingers and he can speak again.
“You wish, kid,” Plagg hisses flying to the rest of the kwamis.
Adrien glares at him – as if he ownsPlagg, “Plagg, I orderyou to come with me!”
But nothing happens because Marinette has snatched the ring from Adrien’s hand. “Out.”
“But my miracu-” he stutters, looking at her with betrayal.
Later on, she will laugh bitterly at the irony.
“OUT!” Marinette yells, but yetAdrien still tries.
“Marinette-”
And for the first time in Marinette’s entire time, she’s had the Ladybug Miraculous, Tikki yells.
Boy, does she yell.
“GET OUT OF HER HOUSE!” Tikki screeches. “GET OUT NOWADRIEN AGRESTE OR I SWEAR I WILL MURDERYOU,RIGHT NOW!”
Adrien hightails out.
And hours after he has left, Marinette is sobbing with the kwamis trying to comfort her.
**
Coming back to the present, Marinette wishes she hadn’t left Tikki behind today. For two reasons really, 1) she could reallyuse her support and 2) Marinette felt like she was being watched.
Instead, Marinette tries to think about what Tikki would have said. He isn’t worth your tears, Marinette, she would say fiercely, you deserve so much better than him.
Yes, Marinette thinks, standing up and smoothing her clothes out, Tikki would say that.
Walking to her desk, Marinette opens up her laptop and while waiting she organizes her desk.
She pauses when she sees a dark shape behind her.
What in the kwam-
Spinning around, Marinette gives her attacker a solid punch in the jaw, smirking triumphantly when she hears himcurse loudly.
But it was far too soon, because later, to the smell of chloroform, Marinette falls into the waiting arms of unconsciousness.
◇─◇──◇─◇
Damian rubs the ice pack over his jaw thoughtfully, while assessing the short woman tied to the chair.
She is stronger than she looks, he thinks thoughtfully.
He smiles wryly, remembering the solid, surprise punch to the jaw she gave him.
When she starts to stir, Damian immediately makes his face blank and sets the ice pack down.
“Where am I?” she mumbles and he is momentarily thrown off by the innocence in her voice. For some reason, it appealsto him.
Clearing his throat, Damian waits for her to open her eyes before addressing her. “You,” he says coldly, “Are in the lair of the League of the Assassins.”
She stiffens up immediately and her eyes (beautiful ones) become glaciers. “Why?” she hisses. “The Order has done nothing to you.”
“Exactly,” Damian says walking closer to her. “Nothing.Zero. Zip. Nada. I wish to know why.”
She glares at him, subtly (but not subtle enough) trying to loosen her bonds. “And so, you kidnappedme?”
“Yes,” Damian says casually. “And I also want the Miracle Box.”
Her back straightens defiantly. “What makes you think Ihave it?”
Laughing softly, Damian looks at her. “You don’t think I would have done my research, Marinette Duoain-Cheng, Ladybug, former superheroine of Paris?”
She doesn’t look to surprised at the use of her name and alias. “I was hoping,” she admitted, “Damian Al-Ghul.”
And Damian can safely say he is shockedshe managed to get his real name. He made sure to keep it a secret.
“Interesting,” he says, walking around her. “Bit you still didn’t answer my question. Whereis the Miracle Box?”
Marinette tips her head back and gives him a cocky smirk (and for some reason Damian wants to kiss it of her lips). “What makes you think Ihave it? After all, if you know I was Ladybug, then you mustknow I had a partner too?”
He doesn’t miss the emphasis on ‘had’. Damian wonders if it has something to do with the momentary weakness she displayed once she was in her office.
His expression shifts uncomfortably, feeling like he wanted to murder the one who made her so…weak.
It disappears in a flash.
Replying as cockily as her, Damian smirks. “Unlikely because Wang Fu trusted you much more than your partner and fiancé, Adrien Agreste also known as Chat Noir.”
“Ex-fiancé,” she says almost angrily and then Marinette snaps her mouth shut as if she hadn’t meant to say that.
Quirking an eyebrow at her, Damian says, “This must be recent development because otherwise it would be all over the news.”
She rolls her eyes at that. “Yeah, because Adrien just hadto make us look good for the press,” she mumbles, apparently unaware he can hear her.
Ignoring the ugly feeling in his stomach, Damian eyes her thoughtfully. Perhaps if he opened her up more, she would give him more information about the Box.
(Definitely not because he wanted to know more about her)
Thisbeing opening up to Damian Al-Ghul, her quite literally arch enemy.
But here she was, telling him all about her issues with Adrien and how they broke up.
“-And then, he gave mean ultimatum – either I join Gabrielor we break up! And then when P-”
Marinette pauses abruptly. Shit. How could she have fallen for this trick?
He must have noticed the tear tracks on her face, she thinks.
“And then?” Damian looks at her with interest – interest that is faked, she tells herself firmly.
Realizing she should probably continue so as to not arouse his suspicion, Marinette says, “He did something I couldn’t forgive. So, I broke off the engagement.”
“There’s more to the story,” Damian says, no demands.
Marinette shrugs – or as much as she could in her bonds. “That’s all I’m willing to tell you.”
Damian presses his lips together and it draws her attention to them.
They look soft, she thinks longingly and almost immediately snaps out of it.
“Fine,” Damian snaps. “I’ll let you go.”
Marinette gapes at him as he rummages around his desk for a knife.
Quickly, he pulls one out and she stiffens. What if he’s going to kill her?
But that would defeat his purpose, she reasons. But isn’t letting her go alsodefeating his purpose?
She waits, her heart thumping, and Marinette feels her muscles become slack with shock when he actuallycuts her loose.
Unsure, why he is doing this, warily Marinette gets up and promptly tumbles into his chest.
“Mmph,” she says and she feels her cheeks color in a way they haven’t since Adrien.
Damian’s arms are wrapped around her and she can smell the scent of the cologne he uses.
Backing off, Marinette winces as she rubs her wrists. “Why are you doing this?” she misses Damian’s eyes tracking her wrists and then him cringing at her wince.
“Because I want to,” he says brusquely.
Glaring at him defiantly, she replies, “That’s no answer.”
“No, it’s not,” Damian agrees. “But if you want to escape, now’s the time.” He gestures to the door.
Marinette wastes no time, launching herself out and then taking off into the streets of New York.
Thank Kwami Damian took her somewhere familiar, she thinks as Marinette runs through the streets zigzagging for the benefit of any followers.
Taking the longer route to her apartment, Marinette stares at the Kwamis wide-eyed. “You will neverbelieve what happened to me.”
**
That night, as Marinette lay in bed, she wonders why Damian Al-Ghul of all people let her go.
Little does she know, said man is wondering the same thing himself.
Lady Noire smirked as she silently jumped through the window, executed a smooth flip and landed on her feet.
The museum was deathly silent, as expected because it was precisely three o'clock in the morning.
Her eyes searched around the exhibit she was in, looking for the lost miraculous.
It was, unfortunately, quite a large one, specifically, a belt. It gave the wearer the ability to, quite literally, become a fish, and Lady Noire wrinkled her nose at the thought of that.
With the help of her night vision, Lady Noire was able to locate the miraculous within seconds.
It was stored in a glass box, right in the corner of the room where no one would notice if it disappeared.
Stealthily striding towards it, Lady Noire nimbly dodged the museum’s security cameras and whispered a soft, “Cataclysm.”
The glass she put her hand on turned to ash immediately and with a small smirk, Lady Noire carefully held the belt.
As she turned to leave, Lady Noire froze, cat ears twitching, hearing the light sound of wind rustling.
Turning around completely, her bright green eyes narrowed as they landed on the vigilante in front of her.
“Nightwing.”
The vigilante gave her what she considered to be a smirk and straightened his back from where he was leaning.
“Noire.”
The first time Lady Noire had met him, she was frozen for a few seconds because she hadn’t expected his voice to be so…attractive.
But she was used to it now.
Kind of.
There were times - like this - where she would go silent in shock. It was rather embarrassing, to be honest.
“What, cat got your tongue?” Nightwing said, and Lady Noire could practically hearhow smug he was.
“Nope.” Lady Noire popped the ‘p’ and gave him a smirk of her own. “Just planning my escape route.”
Twirling her baton, Lady Noire extended it and with a short salute, she was out of the museum in seconds.
As soon as she landed on the roof, Lady Noire began to run, jumping over the gaps between the buildings.
Her cat ears twitching, she was surprised to find no noise whatsoeverbehind her.
Usually, Nightwing was seconds behind her, calling out flirty remarks that occasionallymade her blush.
In her confusion of the lack of noise, Lady Noire didn’t notice the escrima stick flying towards her.
It hit her square in the chest, and she stumbled back with the force of it.
Seconds later, Nightwing was on the roof and Lady Noire was forced to dodge his punches and kicks.
She remembered the first time he fought her, unwilling to harm a woman. Lady Noire left him with a lotof bruises that night.
Not this time, unfortunately.
Nightwing seemed determined to stop her and Lady Noire couldn’t help but give an annoyed grunt because of all the times she had stolen something, he hadto come on the day she was taking what was, technically, rightfully hers.
Lady Noire cursed herself as Nightwing gave her a painfulkick to her ribs.
Wheezing, she asked, “What happened to being the gentleman you claimed you were?”
“I am,” Nightwing said, stillattacking her. “Just not for you.”
“Ah,” Lady Noire gave him a sultry smirk. “So you like it rough?”
Nightwing’s cheeks darkened marginally and Lady Noire gave herself a congratulatory laugh.
It was abruptly cut off when Nightwing kicked her hardon the stomach.
Lady Noire fell back onto the roof with a loud bang, the breath knocked out of her.
She swore loudly, attempting to get up.
It was thwarted a few seconds later when Nightwing, straddled her, fingers gripping her arms tightly.
“The belt, Noire,” he said harshly.
Ignoring the odd stinging in her heart (Nightwing was her enemy, she knew nothingabout him), Lady Noire gave him a pained smirk. “Bold of you to assume I even have it on me.”
Nightwing sputtered, eyes raking up and down her body.
In any other situation, Lady Noire would have been excited, but right now, she was just nervous.
The belt, in actuality, was right on her waist.
Her abilities as the Guardian allowed her to make the miraculous invisible, but only for a short amount of time.
Speaking of time, both Lady Noire and Nightwing jumped as a loud beeping filled the air around them.
“Shit.” Lady Noire swore as she saw her ring.
The cataclysm.
She only had 3 minutes exactlybefore she detransformed in front of Nightwing.
“What the hellis that?” Nightwing stared at her ring. “Don’t tell me you’re going to blow this place up.”
“Don’t be an idiot,Nightwing,” Lady Noire snapped, mind racing. How was she going to get out of this? “I’m not suicidal.”
“Thenwhatis it?”
Nightwing was glaring at her and for the first time, Lady Noire noticed the blue of his eyes.
Usually, in the darkness, she didn’t notice it, but at that moment it struck her quite hard.
Maybe that was what prompted her to do what she did.
Lady Noire wrapped her arms around Nightwing’s neck and pressed her lips on his.
Soft,was the first thing that came to her mind.
Nightwing’s lips were unbearably soft, a pillowy kind of soft. It made kissing him all the more enjoyable.
His hair was alsosoft. Lady Noire tangled her hands in the dark strands and he grunted, relaxing against her.
In a few seconds, they were heatedly kissing, tongues dancing together, hands roaming around each other.
Their moment of heat was rudely interrupted with anotherloud beep from Lady Noire’s ring.
The green light was flashing urgently now, as it disappeared from sight.
The two of them pulled apart, breathing heavily.
Lady Noire was now standing, pushed against a wall at some point. It took her a few seconds to catch her breath.
Once she did so, Nightwing still looked dazed, so she shot him an apologetic smirk. “My apologies, Nightwing. But you can consider it payback for before.”
Shoving him backwards, Lady Noire kicked him on the chest and he went flying.
As she launched herself off the roof, Lady Noire said, “We should do that again sometime! It was fun.”
And she disappeared into the darkness.
The only thing was…she didn’t see the smug smirk on Nightwing’s face as he fingered the belt wrapped around his hand.
He’d played her as much as she had played him, Lady Noire would later realize.
