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12:34 AM | kim seungmin

genre: friends to something more, mostly fluffy with a pinch of angst

warning(s): slightly suggestive, some swearing

word count: 705

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Despite being under two layers of Seungmin’s soft blankets, you can't help but shiver underneath their coziness. The cold was normally bearable although this year’s winter says otherwise. Your teeth start to chatter and you wrap your arms around yourself, hoping to get some warmth.

Seungmin was busy arranging snacks for the both of you. This was the last night before winter break and the both of you wanted to celebrate all the late-nights and endless procrastination you both pulled throughout the semester. It wasn’t easy getting through another academic year... although... Seungmin. Kim Seungmin. Your dearest friend. Him. He. He made it more than bearable.

He was your rock when shit went down when your roommates started being shitty towards you. Your dorm room was supposed to be your safe space, your home. But Seungmin was more than generous enough to let you hang out in his apartment. You kinda felt bad as it felt like you were invading his personal space but he made it clear to you that it doesn’t matter. All he cared for is your well-being. He never made you feel like shit for staying over. In fact, he was more than happy whenever you came over to keep him company.

Seungmin also shares the same sentiment as you making his semester more than bearable. Last academic year was his year of isolation. It was hell for him to say the least. The lack of interaction with people slowly ate him up and life felt lonelier than ever. That was until you came into the picture.

Towards the tail end of the academic year last year, both of you collided with each other like it was fate. Quite literally. You were heading to the library to study for your finals and he was headed to the campus cafe to get his daily dose of iced americano. As you turned right on a corner, you felt a body crash to yours.

You were expecting a strong and painful impact though a strong arm that had gripped on your waist prevented you from hitting the concrete sidewalk. You slowly opened your eyes, delightfully surprised that a handsome face was right in front of yours. Inches away yours.

“Fuck are you alright? I’m really sorry about that.” And it seems that this handsome face also has a mellifluous voice.

“Y/N? Y/N? Are you alright?” The very same mellifluous voice brings you back to the present moment.

He was a few feet away from the couch you were sitting on. You nod although that doesn’t seem to satisfy him.

Seungmin sits next to you. He joins you under the blankets and that’s when he felt your shivering. Your body felt cold to touch when his arms brushed against yours.

“Hey,” he beckons, “come closer to me.”

You nod again and you scoot closer. Just a little more. He was like a fireplace radiating warmth and comfort, melting all the coldness away as he soothes and calms your soul. You needed more of his heat.

“Seung. I need more.”

And so, he places his hands on your waist and brings you upon to sit on his lap. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. It was perfect. Your torsos pressed upon each other like they’re one. More of his warmth is seeping to your body. The way that he looks at you with such gentleness brings warmth over to the apples of your cheeks.

You hope he doesn’t take note of it. Seungmin does take note of it, much to his delight. He brings his face closer to yours, his forehead against yours and he smiles with such joy.

You also smile with joy. You thought it was cute that your noses were rubbing against each other.

It was hard to not notice how your lips were only a mere centimeters away. Lips that were only a whisper away from each other. Both of you wanted to relish this moment together. How the feeling of your lips almost brushing upon each other felt so tantalizing.

“Seungmin. I want to stay like this forever.” You finally broke the silence.

“I’ll never let you go sweetheart." He wrapped his arms tighter around your body.

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A/N: Hi everyone!!! It's Milan and I want to thank you for reading my first fic! I hope you guys enjoy!!! I know it's pretty short but I hope to put out more fics in the coming weeks while it's still Winter Break :D I hope you have a great day!

"best friend" | kim seungmin

genre: arranged marriage au, angst + a dash of fluff, hurt/comfort

warning(s): mention of death, grief

word count: 698

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Something about the downpour further deepens the grief you’ve been holding in your heart. After your nana passed away, the grief kept on growing and growing like a vicious avalanche with each passing day.The casket had been lowered and it was your turn to drop a white rose on it. It was her favorite. You remember all those times she would trim away the thorns and pluck out the pointy leaves just so she can tuck it in behind your ear. Oh how cruel it is how beautiful times disappear. 

Your legs felt heavy, almost as if they were hesitating for you to say a one last goodbye to your grandmother. But you had to stay strong. You have to do it for nana to honor her.

It was brief yet such a small moment seemed so long. Your white rose drops on top of the other white roses. As you were observing it, it seemed like it was falling in slow motion. Others went back to the crowd but you were stunned at your place. You can’t help but start crying in the rain. Tears were commingling along with rain droplets on your face. Your black dress was starting to soak. The wail you let out was just heartbreaking. Everyone knew how you were very close to your grandmother.

The rain somehow stopped pouring on you. A familiar presence next to you holds an umbrella, protecting both of you from the downpour. You looked to see who it was and it was your husband.

Seungmin’s heart broke, seeing how devastated you looked. He took out a handkerchief in his pocket and he gently wiped away your tears and the rain off your face. He takes your hand, and guides you away from the people.

He lets you wail. He lets you cry on his shoulders. He lets you let out the pain and heartache you’ve been feeling. Being your husband and close confidant, he never judges you for whatever it is that you feel. That’s something you were always grateful for from him.

Seungmin lets you take your time. You both left early and now you have reached your home.

“I think you should take a sh—”

And suddenly, you gave him the biggest hug yet. “Thank you Min. I really can’t thank you enough for today.”

He chuckles a little. “Don’t worry about it. We’re a team, remember?”

You nod, feeling warm inside. Not just because of your hidden feelings for him but just how much he cares for you. You couldn’t imagine being married to anyone else despite his heart belonging to someone else. 

“You know what, instead of a shower, I’m just gonna prepare you a hot bath instead. Would that be alright?”

“Yes of course. Thank you best friend.”

“Best friend? That’s new. I sure hope Hyunjin is not gonna kill me when he finds out you have a new best friend,” he jokes.

Seungmin noticed you haven’t had a good laugh for a while until this moment. Your tummy was aching and you were letting out tears of joy rather than tears of grief. He always finds a way to cheer you up in the simplest things. “There’s nothing wrong with having two best friends, Minnie.”

He laughs along, holding your hands to warm them up. “Okay okay. Now let me get your bath ready. I’ll be back in a bit. Alright?”

“Alright.”

“And Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m here for you okay. You’re not alone.”

Seungmin then heads upstairs to the master bathroom. You’re thankful to have such a caring husband even if he wasn’t in love with you. Even if he was already happy and in love with someone else. It’s alright.

No matter how much you push away your feelings for him, you can’t help but admit that you are deeply smitten by him. Not wanting to jeopardize your arrangement, you’d rather swallow your pride and feelings deep inside the thoughts that Seungmin won’t be able to find and explore.

It’s alright. It’s okay. What matters to you is keeping your bond with him for as long as you can. Even if it may be selfish on your part.

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A/N: Hello! Man I wasn't able to get some stuff out over break and now it's back to school. Hopefully can still post some stories despite my busy schedule. There is a high likeliness that this drabble will be turned into a full fic :D

1:47 AM | han jisung

genre: crush au, very 18+ suggestive, crush! han jisung x fem! reader

warning(s): very very suggestive! smut adjacent, reader is shy yet horny, allusion to cunninglingus and fingering, pet names (princess, baby)

word count: 622

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It’s the way that he pushes you on his bed that throbs your core. It’s the way that his lips tenderly kissing your hair and slowly inching their way to your neck. It’s the way that you forbid yourself from getting a taste of Han Jisung yet his charms have some power over you like voodoo magic.

Denial is such a beautiful thing. Every girl on campus has this massive La La Land crush on him. By every girl that also includes you. But no one has to know. You’ve reiterated many times to people how Jisung is not your cup of tea and how you have a different type. Lying could only get you so far and unfortunately, the young man can see through your bullshit.

Now, he’s on top of you. You don’t even remember how you ended up in his place. Blurry in-between details you can’t recall were buried somewhere random in your brain. All you can recall now is the way his hands feel on your skin… and his lips. How you desperately want to feel them on yours.

“Is there something in your mind princess? Would you like to stop?” He stops his kisses to look at you with his pretty eyes. Fuck. You can feel yourself get wetter by the second. He’s such a gentleman. Discreetly, you squeeze your thighs together, hoping to get some friction. Though you try to be subtle with your neediness, Jisung is able to see through you. He looks down on your lap and smirks to himself. Augh goddamnit.

“I-I- Ji- I really want to kiss you,”

His eyes widen and his smirk was replaced with a smile you could melt into. “Why didn’t you say so in the first place baby?”

You stumble upon your words again. “I was-was shy… I don’t. I just didn’t know how to say it.” Now you were really embarrassed. You tilt your head down while looking away from his handsome face. Way to go! He probably thinks you’re a loser now.

Once again he kisses the strands of your hair before tilting up your chin to face him. “Y/N. You can tell me anything that you would like to do,” he whispers, “anything you don’t want to do. Anything princess. You can trust me.”

Such a sweet guy. His words brought butterflies to your stomach. You sit on his lap and you bring your lips close to his. “I really want to kiss you.” You say such words with such assertiveness that he didn’t even hesitate to fulfill your request.

He started out slow and gentle. His soft lips were heaven sent. Yet as heavenly as they were, those devious lips hunger for more. Passion simmers the yearning you have for both of each other, leading for tongues to fight for dominance. You moan as he bit your bottom lip. He tastes like intoxicating wine and you tasted like candy that he will always want to savor.

Both of you pulled away from each other to catch air. By now you know your panties are soaked to the brim. Jisung smiles at you and you marvel at his swollen lips with some red lipstick.

“Wow. You’re amazing,” he says as he kisses your knuckles.

You give him a chase kiss on the cheeks. “No you’re amazing Ji.”

Now it was his turn to be flustered. “Oh hush you.” Red was spreading throughout his cheeks.

You giggle at his reaction before asking, “You know what would be more amazing?”

“Hmm?”

“You eating out my pussy you made so wet.”

His smirk returns once again. “That does sound amazing,” he sighs as his deft fingers make their way under your skirt and between your thighs.

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A/N: WOAH!!! This is the first time I’ve written anything relatively spicy and so I hope you enjoy! Please don’t hesitate to leave any comments on how I can improve my writing!

stars above | han jisung

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, sentimental as fuck, slight angst because both of them are dumb in love your honor

warning(s): some swearing

word count: 1.3K

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“I’m telling you Jisung. I can’t fucking sleep for shit.”

The young man you call your best friend giggles through the phone. “Hey hey hey. You were the one who wanted brown sugar milk tea boba with 100% sweetness.”

“Yet you were the one enabling me.”

“Aweee. It can’t be that bad. We can like go stargazing and contemplate our mortal existence.” You swear this man will be the death of you with all his teasing.

You respond, “Don’t you ever get tired of stargazing Sung?” You know of his little habit of staying up late on some nights to watch the twinkling constellations and the enigmatic moon. He has a telescope in his room that he would take when he would escape into the wonders of the night to admire the beauty of the dark, moon-lit, star-lit sky.

He smiles to himself. “Never.” Because the stars remind me of you. He held those words back, knowing they would scare you away and friendship over.

Unbeknownst to you, he secretly held feelings for you. He never gets tired of stargazing because all of the stars above remind him all of you. People say how the moon is in love with the sun although Jisung thinks the contrary. You were the stars. His stars. He was the moon. You were the stars surrounding the moon. The moon feels not just the Earth’s proximity but all of the stars in the galaxy whether they are close or millions of light years away. Your presence can always be felt wherever he goes which is why everything reminds him of you. From breezy summer winds to late night hot chocolates to dumb Valentine meme cards to unwise money spending on boba, it all goes back to you.

Though he has all these feelings inside of him, he would rather not spill a speck of what he feels about you.

“Jisung? You there? Are we still stargazing?” He snaps back to reality.

He clears his throat, trying to get his thoughts together. “Uhh yeah. I’ll pick you up in five.”

True to his word, he arrived punctually. You bundled yourself in one of your many blankets as you waddled to his car. He thought you looked cute doing so. Once you opened the door, you saw him dressed in his favorite black hoodie and quokka beanie. Heh, cute you thought. His hair has gotten longer and some of it was perfectly framing his pretty face.

“You good?” His voice brings you back from the very spell he has entranced you in.

“Huh? Yeah I’m good.” You try your best to mask the nervousness in your voice.

“You know. With the look you were giving to me, I would have thought you were in love with me,” he jokes.

This man is so aggravating. Your eyes roll and you playfully punch him on the shoulder, making him hiss in pain. “OW!!! You do know violence is not the answer.”

“Oh hush you. Now let’s go. Wouldn’t want Cassiopeia waiting.”

“Just an FYI, Orion is my favorite constellation,” he huffs and sticks out his tongue. Of course you knew Orion was his favorite. You just wanted to annoy him like he annoys you.

The ride to his favorite open field was quiet aside from the songs playing from his night drive playlist. God it was hard keeping your eyes away from him as he drives. Of course this was not the first time he drove you. It’s just that… he’s just… AUGH. Fuck. You can’t even say shit to him.

Unbeknownst to him, you secretly held feelings for him too. No matter how much you annoy him or “complain” about him dragging you to stargazing, you know damn well just how much you deeply love him inside and out. Every single time he would take you stargazing, your feelings would exponentially go deeper than it was before. You didn’t know how that was even possible. He shows a side to you where you get to intimately know him fully. Every single day is a gift being with someone like him. Which is why you would rather be selfish with your feelings than losing him forever when the cat is out of the bag. At least that was what you thought.

The open field with freshly cut grass fills your senses with the Earthy scent of grass and the cold, gentle breeze of the night. Jisung takes his telescope from the trunk and follows you to the middle of the field.

“Looks like it’s a great night tonight. No clouds can be seen so far,” he says as he sets up the telescope.

“It does feel like a great night,” you blurted while admiring the crescent moon.

Both of you silently observe the starry sky with the lone moon. No words can describe what you both feel at this very moment. It’s such an indescribable feeling. You both share the feeling of awe when appreciating the jewels of the galaxy. That shared sentiment alone makes the moment so intimate even without uttering a single word. Even without hands touching each other.

After minutes of silence between you two, you both observe something moving in the sky. More and more of them started to move too.

“Oh my god shooting stars! Make a wish Ji! Make a wish!” you squeal in delight.

And so both of you closed your eyes and wished under the shooting stars. Jisung opens one of his eyes to steal a little glance of you before continuing his wish.

Unsurprisingly, both of you wished for the same thing; the courage to confess to each other without ruining your friendship.

Moments later, you opened your eyes. “So what did you wish for Ji?”

“Nuh uh it’s a secret,” he asserts, trying his best not to appear worried.

“You can tell meee. I’m your best friend, remember.”

“No.” He sticks out his tongue.

You prepare your pleading eyes to make him more pliant. “Pleaseeee.”

“No.”

Jisung finally gives up and sighs, “Okay fine. Fine. But don’t freak out okay.”

“But why would I freak out?” Did he wish to be together with someone? Is he gonna confess that he likes another person?? Fuck.

“Remember when I told you about how the moon is in love with the stars rather than the sun?”

You nod and chuckle, “But isn’t the sun also a star?”

“I know I know but listen. Listen carefully because I don’t want to repeat my words again.” He takes a deep breath and holds your hands. “I’m the moon Y/N and you’re the stars. My stars. I’m completely, deeply in love with you.”

And that’s when your eyes widen to a confession you would have never expected yet something you’ve been wishing for to the universe. Your eyes sparkle, resembling that of a shining star. “So how does your confession tie to your wish?”

“I-uh well I wished to have the courage to confess to you.” He was getting red like a tomato. “I guess it came true.”

“You know what’s funny Han Jisung?” He looks at you like he was a deer in the headlights. You usually only use his full name on a serious occasion. Is she mad? Did I upset her? Does this mean she will reject me? Will we stay—

“I wished for the same thing as you did. It’s just that you beat me to it.” He looks at you with complete shock.

“Are you bullshiting me?”

“No Ji I’m not. I’ve loved you for a while now.” You let out a mirthful laugh. Your thumb rubs on his skin to reassure him. “May I ask you a question?”

“Yes. What is it?”

“May I kiss you?”

He smiles so endearingly at you that you could explode like a supernova. “Of course you can.”

And so you got on your tippy toes to capture his lips with yours. It was a kiss you have been anticipating for months now. It was a kiss under the stars. A kiss under the waning crescent. You wouldn’t mind getting lost in his kiss every night.

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A/N: This has been in the drafts for just a bit. I got some time to finalize it. Hopefully you enjoy the read!

point discontinuity | kim seungmin

genre: frenemy-ish au, housemates au, fluffy, suggestive 18+

warning(s): suggestive content, horny thoughts but fluffy overall, cursing, mentions of drinking and being drunk

word count: 1.2k

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Another night, another house party. Drunk out of your mind, you lean your body on the wall, holding on to an empty red cup. Perhaps you should have paced yourself with the jungle juice. Changbin does not play when it comes to his mixes. You probably went over your usual limit tonight but it is what it is. That failed exam needs to get out of your system.

It doesn’t help that the one person you can’t stand in your friend group was approaching you. He takes the cup and gently puts your arm around his neck. It doesn’t help that he smells so fucking good that it was addictive. It doesn’t help that he wraps his arm around your waist. It doesn’t help that he’s so close to you that you could combust.

He slowly walks you over to the entrance of the house. You want to give him a hard time but your brain and body are mush.

“Did I get the right Y/N? Or did I get a decoy?” he jokes.

“Minniee. I’m real. No fake,” you pout.

“Minnie? Are you sure you’re the right Y/N? Cause the Y/N I know still fights me even when she’s drunk.”

“I’m I’m tiiired. I just want bed. And snuggles.” You shiver as cold air bit your skin. Seungmin takes off his hoodie and puts it on you. You were engulfed in his sweet, musky scent you never get tired off. Of course you won’t admit that to anyone. Or him especially.

“I’ll call Lixie to come over tonight so he can cuddle you. Now we have to get you home.” He guides you to his car and opens the door for you.

“But I want Minnie instead for snuggles.” You pout even more.

“Don’t you want your best friend more than your frenemy?”

“Nooo. I want Minnieee!! Seungminnie!!!”

“Fine fine. But you better not be squirmy tonight.”

The ride home was quiet. You don’t know how you ended up at this point. You’ve only been inside Seungmin’s car for a whopping three times including this one despite him being one of your housemates for the past year. You know your little “hatred” for him was just a facade for what lives in your psyche.

Infatuation is such a beautiful mess. The countless times you’ve had scenarios of him playing in your head is insurmountable. The way he teases you. Fuck. It’s so hot that… that it keeps you up all night just thinking and thinking about him. Fingers under the sheets you pretend were his. Bliss. Euphoric. Heavenly.

Right when he parked in front of the house, he didn’t even let you out of the car until he went to open the passenger door for you and carried you in his arms.

“Ack! Seungmin put me down!!! You- you kidnapper!!!” You smack his chest. But that had no effect on him, seeing how he was chuckling at you.

“No way I’m letting you walk and trip all over yourself.”

Your eyes meet his and you wrap your arms around his neck. He doesn’t even need to try making your heart skip a beat. Just the way he’s looking at you makes you turn into a puddle of water that will eventually evaporate. Fuck him and his pretty face.

It’s not so easy for Seungmin either. Your pretty pouty lips are so kissable, he can devour them for hours without stopping. Your dress has ridden up, making for your most of your thighs exposed. Damn. They would be pretty painted with his love marks. Holy shit. He shouldn’t be having these thoughts right now. He needs to take care of your drunken state.

“Minnieee,” you giggle as you snap him out of his indecent reverie. He swears the lilt of your voice will make him implode. “How how come you look so pwetty?”

“Huh?” You shouldn't be filling his thoughts that drives his delusions even more.

Your hand finds its way to his chin, grabbing his face even more closer to admire his beauty. The liquor and strawberry perfume commingling together to make such a dizzying sensation is making Seungmin hang by the thread.

Be a gentleman now Seungmin come on.

No words were shared as he takes you to your bedroom. He pretty much knows where you placed all your clothes at, considering how many times you’ve come home drunk. It’s not at all awkward between you two despite butting heads on numerous occasions. He still makes it a point to take care of you when the other roommates are not home, especially when you're drunk out of your mind. Or when you're sick. Or when you're losing your head because of shitty professors and their shitty assignments. Or when you needed that chocolate croissant from that one French bakery on the other side of town at 12 in the morning. Or when you just needed someone to hug because why not.

You were still in laying down in bed with your body sprawled out like Patrick Star. “Go take a shower or I will bathe you myself dummy,” he chided as he gives you your change of clothes.

“Fiiiine.” You march to your restroom with the thought of Seungmin bathing you. How would it feel having his hands massage and lather your hair? What if they trait down your wet and dewy shoulders to your clavicle to your brea-

Stop It, God Fucking Dammit!!!

Once you finished showering, Seungmin was already in his cute puppy pajamas, waiting for you on your bed. You were a bit more sober now and you realize how your earlier dumbass self wanted to cuddle him. Well. You couldn’t back out now. You weren’t gonna wuss out just because of Kim Seungmin. Your so-called frenemy.

For some reason, the bed doesn't feel so bad with him being there. Quite the contrary actually. It feels more at home and cozy. Both of you slid under the comforter and you take the initiative of getting closer to him.

“Hi,” you whisper as you caress his cheeks.

“Hey,” he whispers back. You swear you just saw his eyes twinkle. His arm find its way again back to your waist and he pulls your body close to his. It was like finally putting the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle together. All this time, you both knew it was you two meant for each other all along. It definitely took some time to share vulnerabilities and parts of each other but it was all worth it.

“I like you,” you blurt out all of a sudden. You felt the need to cover your mouth. You can tell the shock on his face but it then contorts to that of intrigue and mischief.

You add,” Of course I’ll never admit that to you.”

“Of course not,” he laughs. He scoots closer to kiss your nose and your temple.

“I—” You are definitely sober now.

“I’ll never admit that I like you too.”

You both share a knowing smile with each other. Soaking in each other’s comfort wasn’t in your bucket list but for sure being his forever will be added.

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A/N: Hello hello! Sorry it took a while for a new fic to release! The Jeongin and Jisung fics will have to wait for a bit since this summer is still pretty hectic :,) I hope you guys enjoy! Please do leave a feedback if you can! I am open to taking any suggestions to make my stories better in the future!!!

[10:36am] you were enveloped in a thick cloud of warmth, enjoying the sun rays that pierced through your living room windows and fell upon everything around you. you were wrapped tightly in a fluffy gray blanket and sipping on a steaming mug of tea. you hear a soft thud from the back of your apartment and then scuffling noises. they get louder and louder and then stop.

“morning sleepyhead,” you giggle into your mug and glance up at your roommate.

your heart jerks forward in your chest like someone put a leash on it and tugged. in a way your heart was on a leash. it was like han jisung, said roommate, had tied a string around it and connected it to his pinky. he was oblivious to the way he yanked this string up, down, left, right, backwards and forwards but it wasn’t like you were going around announcing it to the world. you were in love with him but he didn’t need to know that. he didn’t need to know that you lost your breath when he grinned cheekily at you and his eyes squished into little crescent shapes. he didn’t need to know that your eyes teared up at how angelic his giggle was. he didn’t need to know that you wanted him to sing you to bed every night. he didn’t need to know how much you craved his company all day and night. he didn’t need to know that envy coated you like green slime when you saw him talking to a person that wasn’t you. he especially didn’t need to know that you loved him with all your heart.

but on days like today when he walks out and he’s wearing baby blue pajama bottoms with little rabbits all over them and a white hoodie that’s definitely too big on him and his eyes are barely open and filled with sleep and his hair is going in every direction and messier than its ever been you want to tell him. you want him to know that your his. you want him to know that he has your heart on a string and it’s connected to his pinky and every time he breathes he pulls on the string so hard you think your heart will leave your body. instead of saying this you settle for something a little more subtle.

“cute bed head, baby,” you coo at him. his face lights up and he giggles. the giggles stop abruptly and the tips of his lips turn down. your brows furrow and you wonder why he won’t make eye contact with you.

“what’s up?” your voice is soft and you reach out for his hand.

he backs ups and mumbles, “i don’t like it when you call me baby.” again you feel your heart shudder but this time it falls a little and the once warm cloud you were surrounded by disappears. a dark cloud replaces it and you shiver with the new feeling.

“oh i’m sorry,” you whisper and although you try to keep the pain out of your voice, it forces its way through. jisung audibly gulps starts to apologize.

“ no it’s not your fault, i just- i’m- it’s just that,” he stumbles through his words and then pauses. he takes a deep breath, moves forward and pinches your chin between his index finger and thumb. he lifts his hand forcing you to look at him. “y/n, i really really really like you. like really really bad and i have for a long time. and it’s already so hard having to see you be cute everyday but for you to call me all these pet names and make me think that i have a chance hurts more than anything. that’s why i don’t like you calling me baby. i’m sorry if this makes things awkward but I can’t help it,” he speaks so quiet and for a second you wonder if you’re imagining it. as each second passes you both get closer to tears. jisung because he thinks he’s about to be rejected and you because the boy you love likes you back. his hand falls from your chin and you realize you haven’t answered him. you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close, making sure he stays.

“han jisung just fucking kiss me already,” you whisper. his eyes double but he wastes no time in grabbing you by the hips and connecting your lips together. it’s not perfect. you know it could be better. both of your lips are a little too chapped and your teeth clang together and your rhythms are completely off. but that doesn’t matter. none of it matters because han jisung likes you. and you like him. and that means you’ll have plenty of time to practice kissing.

[9:56pm] you hear the front door of your apartment swing open and you look up from where you are sitting in the kitchen. your boyfriend, minho, slowly moves toward you. you can tell he’s exhausted from the way he’s hunched over and moving no faster than molasses coming out of a jar. dance practice must have worn him out. you giggle at his elderly posture. he glares at you. laughing even more, you open your arms out wide for him. he slings his bag to the floor and all but falls into your arms.

“was it that tiring, baby,” you ask, trying to keep the hint of worry from showing. you knew minho worked really hard. he was always trying to perfect the dances and songs. you were just scared he was overworking himself.

“it’s just been a long day,” minho mumbles into your shoulder.

“are you hungry? i can make you some dinner,” you ask, unsure of whether he ate today. you didn’t want him to starve.

“no i just want to cuddle,” minho was always clingy when you two were alone but he usually tried to play it off like you were the snuggly one. tonight he seemed too tired to care.

while still hugging you he walked the both of you over to your couch. then he let go and pushed you down so that your back was flat against the couch. without hesitating he flung himself on top of you. then he let out a satisfied sigh.

“minho, babe, you’re too heavy I can’t breathe,” you squirmed underneath him trying to get comfy.

his hold on you tightened and he whined, “no you’re too comfortable. you have to be my pillow now. sorry I don’t make the rules.”

you laughed and gently smacked him on the head, “just let me reposition us please.”

he huffed out a fine and you wiggled backward until his head was on your belly. happy with the new air getting to your lungs, you began to scratch his head.

“this is the perfect way to end a long day,” minho whispered. you agreed.

[4:27] you slam your hand over your mouth, trying to prevent giggles from spilling out. key word: trying. you hold your breath and curl around yourself even more. you’re hidden away in a hall closet silently praying no one hears you from the outside. you can hear your boyfriend, woojin, walking around in your apartment.

the two of you had been playing hide and seek for at least thirty minutes and you were running out of places to hide. when you passed the coat closet by your room you didn’t hesitate to stuff yourself inside of it and silence your panting. there was one problem. you couldn’t stop laughing. you couldn’t help it you’re a very giggly person. to make matters even worse woojin kept yelling at you from the other side of the apartment.

“honey, come out come out wherever you are,” woojin’s voice echoed from down the hall.

you could hear his footsteps creeping closer to the closet and you prepared yourself. then silence. for a second you thought you were safe. oh how naïve that thought was. the closet door swings open and you screech.

woojin jumps around in circles, “I found you! I did it! I found you!”

but before he could reach you, you jump foward between his leg and the door frame. you race into your room, woojin close behind.

“what?!? that’s not fair. i already found you,” you hear him whine as you leaped onto your bed. your laughter fills the room.

woojin grabs your ankle and tugs you toward him. you flip over onto your back, smiling up at him. but then he smirked and you knew you were done for.

“no no no woojin no!” you yell but it doesn’t stop your boyfriend from attaching his fingers to your sides. you tense up and try to squirm away but you‘re unable to protect yourself from his tickles.

“who won?” woojin asks, “who won hide and seek?”

“ahh you! you won! you won okay?” you hiccup. his hands slow to a stop and move to pin your hands above your head. you pant still recovering from the attack.

“that’s what I thought,” woojin grins down at you and you glare at him. he chuckles at your pouty face and leans down to peck your nose. that puts a smile back on your face. he flops down next to you and you lay your head on his chest.

“it’s my turn to hide. count to sixty,” woojin says and you groan in response.

[2:01pm] “y\n, y\n,” you hear your boyfriend call your name, drawing out the last syllable. although you’re not sure if you can call him your boyfriend anymore considering he’s intentionally trying to wake you up from a heavenly nap. your legs are spread out over your boyfriend’s lap and the rest of you is curled into the corner of the couch.

“y/n wake up sleepyhead,” and it’s like you can hear the kissy emojis in his voice. you peek one eye open, trying to convey your annoyance. your boyfriend, chan, instead of apologizing straight away and bowing down to you like you wanted him to, chooses to laugh at your sleep ridden face. his response aggravates you even more.

“chan, i swear to god, if you ever wake me up from a nap again, i will not hesitate to break your nose. and that is a promise not a threat,” you mumble into your couch corner. your insane “boyfriend” just laughs harder and you start to think he actually wants to be hurt.

after a couple minutes of suspicious silence chan starts to rub up your tummy, lifting your shirt up. before you can open your mouth to question him, his lips connect to your stomach and he starts blowing raspberries into it. you automatically jerk up but his hands hold you down, making it impossible to squirm out of his grip.

trying to wiggle out of his grasp, you howl out, “chan no stop!”

he chuckles against your upper belly and switches to leaving feathery kisses up your stomach. he trails up to your neck and finishes with a sloppy, wet kiss on your lips. you let out an annoyed groan but return the kiss. he pulls away and shoves his face into your shoulder.

“why did you wake me up? what did you want anyway?” you ask him.

“oh I was just bored and wanted your attention,” he mumbles, grinning against your neck.

“I hate you,” you say but you both know you don’t mean it.

[7:04pm] you saunter into your bedroom, hair twisted into a gray cotton towel and you buried in one of your boyfriends shirts. your boyfriend, Changbin, grins at you from his place on your bed, and waves his hand, signalling that he wants you closer. you unwrap the towel on your head, hang it on the door and go to join him on the bed.

“how was your shower,” changbin runs his fingers through your damp locks and you hum.

“would’ve been better if you were there,” you respond in the greasiest tone possible and cheekily grin. this drags a laugh out of changbin and he pulls you closer.

“you have me now,” he smirks at you, obviously happy where this conversation is going. unfortunately for him, and maybe for you too, you just want to snuggle.

“it’s too late. I just want you to hold me tonight,” you murmured.

and it’s almost like changbin can read your mind because he pulls you on top on his lap, your legs caging his between them. his hands settle on the small of your back, gently moving up and down with small amounts of pressure. your arms loop around his neck and you lay you head down on his chest. he hums a melody softly in your ear, lulling you to sleep.

you lean up to whisper in his ear, “this is perfect. thank you.”

it’s silent for awhile but it’s not uncomfortable. just before you slip into a dream state changbin mumbles a response, “you’re perfect.”

you fall asleep smiling.

💞💓💓💗💖💘💕💙💚🧡❤️💝💞💜🖤💓A/N: just because I really want to sit on someone’s lap rn

[8:56] you’re perched on the icy-cold, marbled counter in your kitchen, peering out the window adjacent to you. dark, heavy clowds hung low in the sky, filled up with water, about to burst and rain down over the silver city. the world outside your window is gloomy and dismal. you, however, are anything but gloomy. the dreary weather just granted you an opportunity to relax with your lover all day. you were not going to let go of this chance.

the soft pitter-patter of socked feet on a wooden floor stole your attention away from the window. your boyfriend, felix, stumbles in, rubbing the sleep from his puffy eyes, face swolen due to him having woken up minutes prior.

“you weren’t in bed when I woke up,” felix whines pitifully but it‘s not very effective due to his gruff voice.

your lips stretch into a small smile, “sorry love, i wanted to see what the weather was like.”

moving toward you, felix slips his hips between your knees and rests his tiny baby hands on your waist. his head finds a spot in the crook of your neck. your hands glide up and down his back for a few moments before landing on the nape of his neck, carefully combing through his baby hairs. felix hums and you giggle at the vibrations tickling your throat.

“come back to bed with me,” you can feel a pout form on his lips as he mumbles into your shoulder.

you nudge his body away and push yourself from the counter that has grown warm from your body heat, “ok baby, let’s go.”

you grab felix’s hand and tug him in the direction of your bedroom. he trails behind you, sleep still evident in his hunched form. right before you crawled into bed with the love of your life, a deafening clap of thunder sounded throughout the cuty around you. soon after, soft taps sounded against the windows. you smiled and layed down. felix tugged your comforter over the both of you and immediately curled into your warm body. you didn’t mind rainy days one bit.

[2:23] you grip the blue plastic on the silver shopping cart, gently pushing it down the produce aisle. your back is pressed against your boyfriend’s chest, his arms caging you in.his hands grip the bar on either side of yours. your boyfriend, seungmin, picks up the crinkled, notebook paper with a short grocery list scribbled on it and reads it quietly to himself. you pretend to be interested in the green bananas on your left.

although you cherished every moment you shared with seungmin, you could think of a million other places you would rather be, most including your couch and a nap. 

“c’mon y/n, we just have a couple more things to get and then we can leave,” seungmin tries to encourage you to finish the trip. 

you sigh out an okay and start pushing the cart again. Before you could get far though, seungmin grabs your waist and pulls you back to his chest, lips immediately starting to leave feather light kisses on your neck. He turns your body to where you’re facing him and he holds you as close as he can. the two stay like that for a while, bodies molded together. seungmin’s fingertips rub small circles into your hips, and whispers sweet encouragements into your ear. you take a couple deep breaths, before pulling away and pressing your lips against his. your hands squish his cheeks together, and you smile against him. when you let go of him his eyes are wide and he’s zoned out. you giggle at the way he acts like every kiss you give him is his first. 

you grab the cart and move forward once more, yelling behind you, “thank you baby! i love you.”

that snaps seungmin out of his daze and he darts toward you and lays his hand on the small of your waist, “anytime, babe.”

[1:03pm] you reach to the center of your coffee table, plucking a light pink crayon from the rainbow pile. you bring it down to the pale white paper, when you hear a quiet giggle from beside you. you whip your head towards the noise, narrowing your eyes at jeongin, your adorable, sweet looking, disrespectful demon of a boyfriend.

“what’s so funny over there?” you purse your lips. jeongin hasn’t said one word to you since y’all sat down to color and now he has the audacity to giggle?! What‘s his deal?

you scoot closer to him. you stretch, lifting your arms up towards your ceiling and then lean over jeongin’s arm, trying to peek at his paper.

unfortunately, he catches you before your eyes can scan his art, “hey no peeking! y/n stop.”

you cross your arms and huff.

jeongin notices your from and sighs “y/n, baby, i’m almost done. you just have to wait a couple more minutes, okay?”

you’re not satisfied but you drop the solemn face and continue coloring. jeongin’s lucky your whipped for his heart-melting smile. you would do absolutely anything for this boy. he knows that and always uses it to his advantage.

“ok y/n, I’m finished,” jeongin is turned to you with his drawing. on the thin sheet is a very colorful picture of two people. although it’s not perfectly drawn and the proportions are way off, you can tell it’s of you and jeongin. in the picture you two are holding hands in front of a baby blue house.

“see this is us in a couple years. we’re gonna live in a big, pretty house and every morning we’re going to wake up next to each other and make breakfast and drink coffee on our front porch. and we’ll have a cat or dog and we’ll be a cute family. it’s our happily ever after,” he smiles proudly, before looking up at you, eyes uncertain, “do you like it?”

you blink back tears, positive your smile is bright enough to blind someone, “I love it! It’s so perfect, jeongin.”

you jump forward into his arms, knocking him onto his back. you straddle his stomach and lean down to leave light pecks all over his face. his chest heaves up and down as laughs slip from him lips. the same lips you leave a sloppy kiss on.

“you’re perfect, yang jeongin.”

[6:58pm] a metallic click sounds throughout the empty hallway, created by the lock on your apartment door. you fingers wrap around the knob, twisting and pushing until the door gives way and melodies of soft acoustic music fill your ears. you step into your apartment and shut the door behind you, before releasing a soft sigh. you tiptoe towards the orange glow coming from your kitchen and peek your head into the door, giggling at the sight before you. your boyfriend, chan, shakes his hips to the soft beat of the music, oblivious to your silent entrance. trying to make as little noise as possible, you place your bags down on the table next to you, slide over to where chan shamelessly dances and wrap your arms arounds his middle.

“whatcha making, baby?” you chin rests on his shoulder and when you speak, your lips barely brush against the shell of your boyfriend’s ear.

chan jumps up, obviously frightened by your suprise entrance. when he realizes that it’s you behind him he relaxes, leaning into your touch.

“I’m making my favorite person ever some dinner,” chan says, turning his head towards yours and giving your lips a quick peck.

you unlatch your arms from his waist and hoist yourself up onto the counter, swinging your feet back and forth. chan follows your body, placing himself between your knees and looking up at you through his eyelashes. you flatten your palms against his chest, a small smile appearing on your face.

“hey uh y/n,” chan’s voice comes out a whisper and his gaze shifts to the ceiling, “ I really really love you.”

you pause, trying to work out if there was something deeper to what your boyfriend was saying, “i love you too honey, is something wrong?”

chan is quick to notice your worry, and calms your tense body by rubbing the tops of your thighs, “no! nothing’s wrong. I just wanted you to know that im so appreciative to wake up next to you and be able to call you mine. i just can’t imagine where i would be now if i had never met you. I just really love you.”

“channie i love you too. you don’t have to imagine where you would be without me and you will never have to imagine me not being here for you. I’m always going to be yours chan,” you hold both his cheeks in your hands, making sure he knows your telling the truth.

you press your lips against his in a chaste kiss but you don’t make it far before he’s pulling you back in for another kiss. you feel his lips form a smile against yours and you pull away again, choosing to rest your head against his chest. his arms wrap around you, keeping you tied to him.

“chan is something burning?”

[7:68pm] you crack open an eyelid, remnants of a dream you won’t remember floating through your head. you can hear your boyfriend’s even breathing in the stillness of the morning. his firm chest was flush against your back and his legs followed the curve of your own. you twist in jisung’s arms, attempting to turn around so you could see him. his arm tightened around your waist and he pulled you closer to him, preventing you from facing him.

“5 more minutes. i want to hold your for just five more minutes,” jisung mumbles. his voice is raspy in your ear. you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face and the blush that comes with it.

you squirm in his arms and whine, “i was just trying to turn so i could see you.”

jisung stills, and you can practically hear the cogs turning in his head as he thinks about this.

“mmm alright I’ll allow that,” jisung says softly, a smirk evident in his voice. his hold on you lightens, giving you just enough time to flip onto your other side. you grin upon seeing his sleepy face and lean forward to peck his nose. his face brightens, giggles falling from his soft lips. you shy away, smushing you face into his chest.

“you’re so adorable, baby,” jisung rests his chin against the top of yours. you slap his shoulder, obviously flustered. he snickers at your shy state.

the two of you lay there for awhile, way past five minutes. you bask in the body warmth jisung provides, letting the rising sun shine through your window and color everything around you gold. the silence is disrupted when jisung’s stomach growls, causing you laugh into his chest.

“stop! I’m hungry,” he pouts pulling away from you. you sit up in bed, peeling the sheets from your legs.

“c’mon silly let’s go eat breakfast,” you climb out of bed, tugging on jisung’s wrist. he stumbles after you, grabbing onto the back of your shirt.

“can you make waffles? please?” jisung begs, drawing out the please.

“I’ll think about it,” you tease him, pretending to actually ponder it. however, when you reach the kitchen you begin to pull out ingredients. your boyfriend, instead of helping you, chooses to cling to your back, making sure you’re never apart from him for more than 3 seconds.

“i love you, y/n,” jisung says softly.

“i love you too.”

[12:56pm] you take small steps forward, smiling down at your feet. the cement beneath you was still damp due to the rain showers that drenched the city prior to your walk, and every now and then you’d pass by a puddle. felix, your boyfriend, walks beside you, his warm hand grasped tightly in your grip. you glance up at him just in time to see a raindrop fall from an awning straight onto the tip of his adorable nose. his face scrunches up and you can feel your heart speeding up in your chest. you bring your free hand up to his nose and gently wipe away the wetness, felix’s eyes never leaving your face.

“you’re so pretty, babe,” his voice comes out barely above a whisper. you duck your head down, not wanting him to notice the blush creeping across your face. of course he knows you so trying to hide your blush doesn’t work the way you want it to. he laughs at your failed attempt.

his laugh cause you to giggle, “thank you.”

you turn around to continue walking down the street only to be tugged back by your connected hands. you look back at felix who is standing still behind you.

“what’s up?” you’re confused as to why he wont move along with you.

he shrugs, a small grin on his face, “i meant it. you’re the most beautiful person in the world.”

“felix,” you whine and this time you can’t even try to hide the blush that takes over you cheeks. you spin around and tug on his arm as you walk forward. he stumbles toward you, chuckling at your response. once he’s caught up with your steps he brings the back of your hand to his lips. you just sigh and try to fight the huge smile making its way onto your face.

[11:02pm] you stumble through the dimly lit hallway, rubbing your eyes. you had left your warm fluffy bed sheets when you woke up alone, your boyfriend not anywhere near you. you find him sitting at the kitchen table, fingers tapping against his laptop’s keyboard, soft clicks filling the air. seungmin looks up when he hears your bare feet slap against the hardwood and the corners of his pink lips tip up.

“hey babe, what are you doing up?” his voice is heavy with exhaustion. his eyelids are drooping, covering the twinkling stars that shine in his pupils.

“i woke up and you weren’t there,” you mumble, looking down at your feet. You wish you had put socks on before you left your room. a purple pair lay rolled up on the floor of your room, and you try to imagine the soft fabric against the bottom of your feet. instead the cold, solid floor seems to stand out more.

seungmin redirects your attention back to himself, waving his hand and saying, “go back to bed, I’ll be there soon.”

“no! come to bed with me right now so we can snuggle,” you whine, refraining yourself from crossing your arms and stomping your food.

He sighs, looking down, “baby, let me just finish this and I’ll come to bed.”

you figure you’ll have to take drastic measures to get him to follow you back to the once warm bed. you tilt your head down and you jut out your bottom lip, staring at seungmin through your dark lashes. he has always been weak for you and you know this will work.

“oh no. your puppy dog face is not going to work on me!” seungmin says, shaking his head.

“please seungmin,” you beg, clasping your hands together in front of you. you try to get your eyes to water to help persuade him. it was almost art the way you cocked your head and pouted.

seungmin sighs and faces his laptop. you think he’s avoiding your desperate pleads but then he gently close the laptop. he stands, turning to face you. you giggle and jump up and down before grabbing his hand and pulling him down the hallway. once you back is turned towards him and you cant notice his loving stare, he smiles.

[4:35pm] “ow, ow Changbin stop! that hurts,” you whine, trying to pull your head out of your boyfriend’s hold. A sharp sting spreads over your left eyebrow causing you to wince.

“I'm sorry baby but I have to clean it so it doesn’t get infected,” changbin frowns. you huff and cross your arms over your chest, frustration visible in your features. you’re sat on the bathroom countertop, while he stands between your legs, tending to your injury.

“baby, quit pouting,” changbin groans, reaching to your side for a colorful bandage. 

you don’t mean to make this more difficult for him. you were just frustrated with yourself. if you weren’t so clumsy you wouldn’t have tripped over your own two feet and you wouldn’t have bumped your forehead on the way down. now you had a huge, painful bruise and gash sitting above your eye. 

you focus on changbin’s face. he’s concentrated on flattening the bandaid against your wound, his dark eyes fixated on your forehead and hidden under his furrowed brows. his tongue pokes out between his lips, causing you to let out a quite giggle. 

“you know,” changbin starts, looking into your eyes and smirking, “I can help make it heal faster.”

you raise your eyebrows, acting unamused,” and how would you do that?”

“like this,” and without a moment of hesitation, changbin starts to leave tiny, gentle pecks all over your forehead, being careful so he doesn’t cause you anymore pain. 

“goodness why are you so cheesy,” you roll your eyes, smiling at him.

he just shrugs his shoulders in response and helps you down, before asking, “I don’t know. why are you so clumsy?”

you slap him on the shoulder and glare at him while he chuckles. he may be another pain you have to deal with but you don’t know what you would do without him.

coughing up the butterflies that died in my stomach when you broke my heart

–”It was draining, he thought, pretending to love you.”

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: mafia au, angst, fluff, smut

warnings: death, guns, chan’s kind of an asshole

word count: 9.7k

a/n: this is the longest shit i’ve written to date n i’m kinda super really proud of it, also sorry for the total fall out boy move i pulled with the title hhh i just like it a lots

you let out a content sigh as your boyfriend trailed his lips along your neck, biting down lightly and sucking on a sweet spot he knew by heart by now. he pulled away and admired his work before capturing your lips with his, pressing your hips down against his growing bulge and making an attempt to deepen the kiss. you pulled away from him with a giggle.

“hyunjin, i really have to go. i promised my dad i’d be up early to help him with some work stuff tomorrow.”

he pouted, “what do you even have to do? why can’t he do it himself?”

you laughed at your boyfriends clingy behavior, “i’m supposed to talk to some girls he’s considering hiring. says i’m less threatening than a tall, scary-looking old man.”

“what’s he hiring for?”

you sighed, he always did this. whenever the topic of your fathers business came up, he could never let it go.

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Operation Miroh

trigger warnings: none

written + edited by: 🥺

pairings: hwang hyunjin x oc

summary: A string of murders lead Detective Yang Nami down the winding streets of Seoul’s maze district, searching for the Vampire Slayer. But what happens when her digging leads her far closer to home than she could have ever thought? What happens when it’s someone she’s supposed to trust?

Prologue

There are lots of rules when it comes to vampires.

First, they must be invited into a house before they can enter. I'm not entirely sure why--they aren't usually portrayed as the most polite of people, not when they're plunging their fangs into your neck and sucking you dry. But it's a rule, and they have to abide by it.

Second, they must avoid certain things such as sunlight, garlic and anything remotely holy. Supposedly, it's because they're devil incarnates and anything too potent or bright or religious can harm them. I just think it's because they have weird allergies. Kind of like how I'm allergic to oranges, which is really inconvenient because they look like they taste good. It sucks.

Finally--not that it's the last rule, but it's the final most obvious one--they can only be killed by certain methods. Some of these include the use of silver, fire (they're insanely flammable), decapitation and a stake to the heart--the most famous and popularly used of them all.

All of this is purely hypothetical, of course. Just myths formulated by people with better things to do than tell stories of bloodsuckers and the threats they pose to us poor, helpless prey.

At least, that's what I thought.

I had read enough stories and watched enough movies to know the basic rules about vampires, but not enough to blindly believe my boss when he told me they're real.

"You're kidding, right?"

He's kidding. He has to be. Maybe he's crazy, or maybe this is a prank.

I searched Captain Park's face for signs of amusement or maybe some sort of twitch--a crack in his demeanor to tell me that he wasn't being serious. His face remained completely flat.

I glanced around the room for cameras, wondering if I was on some kind of prank show, or that one TV program What Would You Do?. It would have been a really shit prank, because I was definitely not buying it, but you never know. Maybe they'd run out of ideas. I might have been payed more for not falling for something so stupid.

The same security camera that had been in the office since I began working there blinked back at me, red light flashing. I'd seen security footage from it before--for a security camera at a literal police station, you'd think that it'd have better resolution. Apparently not.

Which meant it wasn't a prank show, at least not one that valued it's camera quality. Which meant my boss was crazy.

He stared at me silently, not bothering to answer my question. Yep, definitely crazy.

"I'm serious, Detective Yang." He did look serious. Since when did he start taking acting classes? I thought. I mean, I took drama for 3 years and even I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face after spilling that level of bullshit.

"So you're telling me," I said, picking at my finger nails, "That not only there's been a series of killings around this area, but that they're all down to Vampires."

"A Vampire. And yes, we don't know for sure, but that's what it looks like."

"And what evidence do you have that it's a-" I waved my hands around in the air, as if summoning some common sense for the man. "-An actual Vampire and not just, I don't know, a regular serial killer. Which would be so much easier to deal with."

He clasped his calloused hands together and leaned back in his chair. He had an air of distaste surrounding him as if I was the one who was speaking crazy, but maybe that was because he always looked like he'd just smelled something revolting. Wrinkled skin scrunched up unlike the smooth sheets of paper stacked on his desk; lips pursed as if he'd sucked on a lemon for four hours; small, black eyes squinted despite the large, square glasses balanced on his nose. He had a habit of looking down on people even though he was 5'6 at most. Most people would describe him as intimidating but, to be fair, most people hadn't been told by him that Vampires exist.

"I understand your disbelief." Yeah, no shit. "I, too, was skeptical at first. But the evidence I've been shown convinced me that this is no joke. I know you like to believe that we humans know everything about our world, but the truth is that we simply cannot. You're going to look into this case whether you believe it or not."

Fighting to ward off the compelling urge to sigh and tell him again how stupid this is, I nodded curtly. "So I just have to find this..." God, I can't believe this is actually happening. "...Vampire. And bring them in."

A failed attempt at a smile passed over his stern features. He must have thought he'd won. "Precisely. I'm glad you're picking up on this."

"Can I think about it over the weekend and get back to you?"

I definitely would not think about it and I definitely would get back to him--to tell him that I was absolutely not doing it.

But of course, the universe seemed to be against me all of a sudden. Or maybe it was just him. "No, you can not," he stated plainly. "I've given you this case and you must take it. It's that simple."

"But Sir, there are loads of other Detectives who can do this job. I'm sure there are more... believable cases you can give me," I argued, trying my hardest not to sound in control and totally not like I was pleading him.

He leaned forward and his chair whined under his weight. "You're right." Wait, really? "There are plenty of other Detectives who can do this job and do it far better than you can. However, I am asking you to do this, and like the fair and just man I am-" (I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at that one and, instead, just stared at the side of his desk). "-I will give you a choice: You do this case or you're out."

"Hold on," I began, gaze snapping up from the corner of his desk to those hard, black eyes, "I'm out as in... fired? For real?"

He nodded nonchalantly, not a word slipping past his thin lips. You have to be kidding me.

"That's ridiculous. This entire thing is ridiculous."

"I'm giving you a choice. Make it." He shrugged.

It wasn't really a choice, just the illusion of one. I'd worked under this man for two years by that point. He knew how much I loved that job and all that it meant to me. He knew how much I threw into it. He knew everything I'd given up to be there. And now I had to choose between discrediting my career with a Vampire hunt or losing it altogether. Options, options, options.

"You know what my answer is already."

The corners of his mouth curled up into a smirk. "I do." He reached for a pencil with a sharpened, pointy edge and twirled it around his fingers. "But I want to hear it from you."

God, I hate this man. Trying to hide my seething rage, I gritted my teeth and swallowed. "I'll take the case."

He barely reacted, just continued to play with the pencil. That doesn't mean I didn't notice the triumphant, cocky glint in his eye, though. "You are more like me than you think, Nami."

I looked at him curiously. That couldn't possibly be true. The only similarity that we shared is both working there, and we didn't even do the same job. So yeah, apart from the massive age gap, gender difference and literally everything else about us, we were totally the same.

"How so?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer or not.

"We're both intelligent, dedicated, hard-working." And not the slightest bit modest, clearly. "And like me, you know your place in this world and you will stubbornly defend it." He dropped the pencil onto the desk and it landed with a muffled clatter, then rolled until it hit a framed photograph of him with who I could only assume were his wife and two children. It reminded me that there must have been some remnants of a kind, young man beneath his cold, commanding demeanor--in the worst way possible, though.

He reached over to pick up a file and flicked through it until he settled on a page. I watched as his eyes scanned the paper. Just as I thought he was about to provide me with some tangible evidence of the wild claims he'd made that meeting, he spoke; "You are dismissed."

I found myself glued to my seat, my limbs weighing me down like anchors. "That's it? Are you not giving me a file on this?"

He glanced up from what he was reading for a brief second before continuing. "I'll email the main pieces of evidence to you digitally. You will be given a file tomorrow morning, once all of the necessary data has been compiled."

I didn't reply. Was I supposed to leave just like that? This man had told me that he thought the serial killer rampaging our region was a Vampire and that he was willing to fire me if I didn't take the case, all in the span of 30 minutes. And I was supposed to just soak in all that information with barely an ounce of explanation or evidence? Apparently so.

Hesitantly, I stood from my chair. A searing pain shot through my back, reminding me that I'd been sitting in a wooden chair for the past half an hour.

Captain Park regarded me for a second as I crossed the room. Hand on the doorknob, I faltered, waiting for him to say something, and when he didn't, I left the room, shutting the door behind me as gently as possible--despite the desire to slam it in frustration.

It was almost dark by the time I got home. The cerulean blue sky was stained with bright white dots, and the streets were bathed in the orange, artificial glow of the streetlights. With flushed cheeks, a running nose and icy hands, I fumbled with my keys until my apartment door unlocked, making a mental note to take a scarf or gloves in to work the next day.

I had stayed later than usual that night, finishing off any write-ups and looking through evidence relevant to a few other cases. After the meeting, I hadn't seen the Captain around, but that was for the best. I might not have been able to control my instincts for much longer.

Warmth swept through my body as I stepped in to the living room. I discarded my satchel on the floor and shrugged off my coat, folding it over the back of the couch. It was unusually empty and unusually quiet. Just as I went to search the apartment, a voice sounded from behind me.

"You're home late."

I whirled around to see Soyeon, leaning against the threshold where the living room and kitchen met. Her blonde bob was pulled into a short ponytail, revealing her pointed chin and signature smirk.

"I texted you," I said.

She retrieved her phone from her pocket and glanced at the screen, the blue light illuminating her face. "Oh, you did. Sorry, I didn't see. My phone is being weird at the moment."

"You gonna get it fixed?"

"Eventually."

I rounded the couch and plopped onto it, the cushions sinking beneath my weight. "Where's Jeongin?"

"In bed," she answered, following suit, "I think he has a cold."

"You should have told me, I would've brought some soup."

She waved her phone in the air as a reminder. "Again, dodgy phone. And it's alright, I got some anyway."

"Stupid school kids," I grumbled. I sighed and sunk further into the couch. Soyeon glanced over at me, concern gracing her features. "Bad day?"

I chuckled humourlessly. "Weird day."

"Not allowed to talk about it?"

I faced her and nodded. She repeated the action without a word of protest. It was different at first; Soyeon was always so eager to be involved in every part of my life, and when I told her that I couldn't disclose information about the cases I was working on for legal reasons, she got upset. But after a while, she understood that it was out of my control.

Instead, she extended an arm out to me. I shuffled closer and pressed myself into her side, inhaling her familiar scent of acrylic paint and chai tea.

"You must be tired," she mumbled.

I hummed in response, unable to muster up the energy to force words out. Her head leaned on mine, the way it always used to, except this time was an act of friendship rather than romance.

With every passing moment, my body grew weaker and my eyelids heavier, and after a while, I was unable to resist the tempting call of sleep.