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VON DUTCH — PT. 2 of MEGAVERSE — [18+!]

AN INTERACTIVE SERIES

“Don’t say stuff like that, honey. You’re gonna mess with my head, hm?”

❇️ The city that allows you to follow your dreams is definitely the best option for the situation you’re in—for inexplicable reasons, you find yourself in a parallel universe. Luckily, your new neighbour Felix—a handsome actor—is more than willing to show you around the area. But for some reason, he reminds you a little too much of your childhood best friend. This can’t be a coincidence, right?

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🧩 CONTENT INFO: skz ot8 x afab reader [not at the same time], smut/fluff/angst, parallel universe/video game au, sci-fi au, mc keeps believing she’s dreaming

📗 WORD COUNT: 4.9K

⛳️ CONTENT WARNING: explicit sexual content [includes fingering and oral (f receiving), slightest marking, name calling such as honey, baby], consumption of alcohol, so many pent up feelings

💚 AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you guys so much for the incredible feedback and participation on the first part 😭 you’re literally amazing!! the majority (~30%) chose the city that allows you to follow your dreams and to meet our sunshine boy 🤭 I hope you’ll enjoy—if that’s the case, make sure to comment/reblog/send an ask or DM and tell me 1) what you chose this time and why and 2) how you like the story so far. lots of love to all of you 💚 thanks for reading and enjoy!! 🫶🏻

Welcome to the Real Life Simulations. Please choose a world to play in.

There’s a countdown in front of your eyes. You’ve never been good at making decisions—especially when you don’t have much time. You reread the options, as the letters become a blur in front of your eyes.

God. What are you supposed to pick? This feels like a dream. A very confusing dream. You’ve been through this before. Sometimes, you’re aware that you’re dreaming but you’re not that sure right now.

Dream.

Maybe that’s the code word.

‘A city that allows me to be myself and chase my dreams!’

You reach for the banner, not quite sure how you’re physically supposed to show the universe what your pick is but it understands you.

And you read the next text blinking in bold letters.

Welcome to Starlost Boulevard where everyone can be who they want to be. Are you ready?

You suppose it’s a rhetorical question since you don’t get any time to make up your mind before your vision turns dark again.

You’ll wake up now. What a weird dream, right?

However, when you open your eyes, you don’t find yourself in the apartment you share with your crush Jisung but in a completely new home instead.

It’s rather empty compared to your bedroom outside of this weird dream—the mattress you’re lying on isn’t that comfortable and everything seems rather narrow. You decide to stand up, placing your feet on the ground as you realise you’re wearing different clothes from before falling asleep in your bedroom at home.

Where the hell are you? What is this? And why can’t you wake up?

You pinch yourself in your upper arm—a pro tip to figure out whether you’re inside a dream or not—but you can feel it. The skin that’s pressed between your fingers starts hurting a bit when you apply more strength.

Fucking hell.

What happened?

You can feel panic rush over you but it’s soon drowned out by more confusion. Catching a glimpse of your surroundings, you find a dresser and a desk inside this bedroom that looks nothing like your real one.

Breathe, Y/N. This isn’t real.

Taking a few steps, you walk towards the door and open it. A second later, you’re standing inside the entrance area of your tiny house that you seem to live in alone. Weird. Where’s Jisung? Why is he not with you?

But once you’re done checking out the building, you realise there’s only one bedroom. Perhaps, whoever actually owns this place lives here alone.

Deciding to freshen up, you walk inside the simply decorated bathroom, taking a quick shower. A very cold shower. God, you hate this.

A message pops up on the phone that’s lying on the bathroom counter—who placed it there?

“If you don’t pay your bills within 48 hours, we’ll cut off your electricity. — Sent 2 days and 5 hours ago.”

Wow. Great. So, you’re stuck inside a stranger’s tiny home that doesn’t even function properly? How do you deserve this?

Once you’re dressed—your wardrobe is filled with the same outfits for eight different occasions several times—you dare to step outside the little house, checking your mailbox.

“For home owner, Y/L/N Y/N. Starlost Boulevard News: Diamond Diaries museum organises vernissage for upcoming collection of artist Hyunjin Hwang.”

What?

Perhaps it’s a common name, right? They can’t mean your Hyunjin—your best friend’s crush, can they?

You stuff the piece of paper back into your mailbox, deciding to head inside again. When you read the time on your phone, you realise it’s just a bit after noon.

The letter was addressed to you. As a homeowner. This shitty trailer belongs to you?

Wow, real life Y/N wasn’t the richest girlie in Seoul by any means, but why does your dream version have to suffer even more?

However, who in today’s age can even afford a house and be a homeowner, so that’s at least something. Even if the building—if you can even call it that—reminds you more of a shoe box.

Knock knock.

You’re someone who never opens the front door unless one of your friends announced themselves or Jisung forgot his keys again.

Jisung. Right.

You wonder if Hyunjin is here, if there might also be a chance for you to meet your crush here too.

This is ridiculous. The vernissage they announced in that newspaper letter wasn’t even about Hyunjin who’s part of your friend group. That you are sure of.

Knock knock.

Maybe it was just the wind and no one actually knocked at your front door. If you ignore the sound long enough, it’ll go away.

You walk towards the fridge in the pantry kitchen, when you hear your stomach growl a little. When you open it, you’re greeted by a cutting board that has ingredients placed on it.

What the fuck.

This looks just like the game you were playing right before you fell asleep. You should lower your screen time by hours. You’re already dreaming about the game in which you created a version of yourself and your crush in order to get them married.

Knock knock.

“Hi, sorry to disturb you but I’m your neighbour. I just wanted to introduce myself. I live in the trailer across your own,” a low male voice says.

A tone that’s ridiculously familiar. And you haven’t listened to it for years after he moved away after highschool and ghosted his whole friend group—including you—to start over after what happened between you both.

It can’t be, right? You’re not meeting your childhood friend again in a dream. You’ve been having those from time to time—one in which you both got stuck on a road trip in New Zealand, sharing the same van—and they’ve been piling up these past couple of weeks. But it still can’t be.

Right?

You dare to open the front door and when you’re met with his beautiful brown eyes and the freckles decorating his pretty face, you accidentally let the loaf of bread inside your hand fall down.

“Hi—Y/N?” he asks, his eyes widening. “You moved here? I haven’t seen you in ages.”

No. This can’t be. This can’t be true. Well, it’s a dream after all, isn’t it?

Isn’t it?

Something tells you that you might not believe that anymore. Something about this situation feels oddly… real.

“Felix?” you let out.

God, how many years you haven’t said his name out loud. No one in your friend group, actually. Not after what he did.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’ve got brownies for you. A welcome gift,“ he explains, showing you the baked goods. “I wasn’t aware that it is you who moved here. Our neighbour that lives in the third trailer—her name is Venessa—announced that we had someone new here.”

Venessa?

“Venessa Jeong?” you intuitively ask him. Because you actually don’t know anyone else with that first name.

“Oh, you know her?” your new neighbour questions.

“Not personally. A friend of a friend,” you add. Well, it’s the best way to explain it. Definitely better than calling her your crush’s fling. However, Jisung—in real life—told you that these two didn’t work out anyway.

“Oh, that’s cool,” Felix says.

“Why don’t you come inside?” you blurt out, not wanting him to stand there awkwardly on your doorstep with a huge box of brownies in his hand.

“Of course,” he says, taking off his shoes and placing the cake on your kitchen counter.

“How long have you been living in this neighbourhood?” you ask him. This doesn’t make sense. The Felix in the real world left Seoul six years ago, right after finishing high school when he cut off contact with your whole friend group.

“For almost six years now. When I left our hometown, I ended up here. You know, to pursue my acting career,” he explains.

Fucking hell. This feels like some weird, alternative universe.

“Actor? You’re an actor?” you ask. This is super impressive. Your childhood friend always wanted to be an actor and knowing that he actually managed to become successful in this dream world is crazy.

More or less successful.

“Yeah. You might have seen me in a couple of lesser known movies. I’m still… trying to… you know, establish a fanbase and a solid income,” he says with a quieter voice now, scratching the back of his head.

“It’s always been your dream,” you remind him. He wrote it in your friendship book—the one you lend your loved ones so they can fill out a little profile and description—that his dream career is to be an actor one day.

“What brings you here?” he suddenly asks you.

Fuck. You’re drawn out of your thoughts.

Yeah. What the hell brings you here?

Well, let’s have a look at it. You played The Sims on your computer and the next thing you know is falling asleep and having a weird ass dream about being caught in the game–

Wait. It does feel like you’re caught in the game, right? Starting with a cheap building, no job, no friends. That’s basically The Sims. Or generally young adult life in the 21st century.

“W-What?”

“How did you end up in Starlost Boulevard? Were you getting sick of Seoul?” Felix wants to know.

So, Seoul exists in this dream too?

“Yeah, basically,” you say, deciding to just go with this option.

“I get that. It’s a lot more chill here and the weather is so much better. No one cares what you do or what you wear. I can show you around, if you like,” he suddenly offers.

“Sure,” you accept, knowing it’s a good idea. Although your heart is getting more and more confused about being with Felix again.

“Oh, you dropped this,” he tells you, handing you the loaf of bread. “Grilled cheese is always a good choice. Are you hungry? We can get something on the way.”

Perhaps it’s more like a parallel universe if Felix recognises you. A dream about a parallel universe inspired by your game.

It is a dream, right?

When you reach for your smartphone to check the time a pop-up appears.

“Felix Lee. Actor [Level 2]. 24 years old. Starlost Boulevard. Traits: ambitious, lovebug, geek, [2 more hidden traits]. Friends: Venessa Jeong, Penny Pizzazz, Hyunjin Hwang. Acquaintances: Miko Ojo, Seungmin Kim. Enemies: Akira Kibo.”

Hyunjin Hwang? Fuck. You have to subtly ask him about that guy later. And it isn’t even the only name that you’ve heard of before.

But for now, Felix is offering his hand, which you take, as he guides you outside your tiny house.

Your eyes are met with the tallest palm trees you’ve ever witnessed, when Felix and you have walked a bit down the street where your small houses are located. 

The nature is stunning and you’re grateful for the warm weather. It’s a climate you aren’t familiar with, so much different to Seoul. 

“How do you like Starlost Boulevard so far? You’ve never been here before, right?”

Okay you’re sure now that this Felix isn’t aware of the fact that you’re caught inside your dream together. How are you supposed to have visited this city when it’s not real?

“No, never,” you admit. “But I like it. It’s so different to our hometown.”

Felix nods, “Oh, absolutely. It’s awesome to just be who you want to be. No one ever judges you for your choice in job, style or relationships.”

Relationships. Fuck. It does something to your head listening to dream-Felix speak that word. After all, the two of you have a tiny bit of a history in real life.

“That’s nice,” you say, keeping your gaze fixated on the houses, palm trees and neon signs in front of you.

“Hm, it can be shallow at times too. So, I’m happy I actually have a few real friends here. Including you now.”

When you turn around to look at him, your childhood friend sends a wink your way, managing to let your heart skip a beat. Or a few.

“Y-Yeah. I’m happy to be here.”

Although, you’re fucking overwhelmed. You ended up inside a random trailer as if you were catapulted into a parallel universe without a plan, job or a single coin of money. 

“Can I tell you something?” you ask. There’s been something on your mind. Well a lot. You’re overwhelmed. And you don’t know how things work in this dream world so you definitely will need some advice. You basically spawned in Starlost Boulevard and now you’re expected to know how things work.

“I arrived here only today and don’t have electricity yet. It’s a bit embarrassing…” you start.

“Oh, no it’s not, honey,” Felix immediately reassures you.

Why the sudden use of the nickname he called you six years ago?

“You can come to my place for showering and food, if you like,” he offers. Thank God. Or Felix.

“That would be great,” you say, giving him a bright smile.

“I mean, it’s convenient you live so close to an old friend, right?” he asks with a wink.

Fucking hell. Living so close to him will play with your stupid little heart.

A bit later, you arrive in what seems to be the town's centre. There’s not much going on except for even more palm trees and a lot of busy people, until you notice a modern building that looks like random shapes stacked up on another.

“That’s the Diamond Dream museum," Felix begins.

“Wow, it’s…”

He chuckles, “It’s fucking ugly, yes, I know. I don’t know who the hell they hired as an architect. But my friend Hyunjin will have his vernissage for his upcoming project soon. You should go there with me.”

Felix is so much more straightforward than back then. You like it.

And there’s something else you notice.

His friend Hyunjin.

Sure, you’ve noticed it an hour ago, when your phone showed you this weird profile page about your former childhood friend. But how high are the chances that it’s the Hyunjin Hwang? After all, they used to be friends too.

“Oh, I’d love that. Thank you,” you tell him.

“Anything for you, Y/N. I’m glad you’re here and I’m more than happy to show you around, hm?” he says with an expression on his face that you can’t quite interpret.

The two of you keep walking around, finding a little house that sells street food. You both opt for burritos and lemonade, searching for a place to sit down for eating.

The food is great—you’ve been so hungry—and having Felix as your company is always perfect. 

And while you’re busy munching your meal, a woman approaches the two of you. She has medium length turquoise hair with a few yellow strands—it looks pretty cool if you’re honest—and wears a casual outfit.

“Look, there’s Venessa. Our neighbour,” Felix informs you.

That’s Venessa Jeong? Fuck, you kind of get why Jisung wanted to meet her. Perhaps, you wouldn’t have declined that offer either.

“Hey, Lixie. How’re you?” She suddenly shifts closer to him, lowering her voice. “Sorry, are you on a date?”

“This is our new neighbour, Y/N. I’m just showing her around,” he explains with a bright smile.

“Y/N… I’ve heard that name somewhere before,” Venessa starts. Right. She invited that guy over some nights ago who moaned that exact name while they were at it. What a weird coincidence. “I’m Venessa, so nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” you say. “Are you an actor as well?”

Your smartphone that’s placed on the wooden table suddenly starts lighting up.

New info unlocked: Venessa Jeong. Actor [Level 3]. 26 years old. Starlost Boulevard. Traits: ambitious, cheerful, [3 more hidden traits]. Friends: Felix Lee, Hyunjin Hwang, Johnny Zest, Thi Linh. Acquaintances: Seungmin Kim, Candy Behr. Enemies: Catarina Lynx (ex girlfriend).

“Yes, I am! I’m playing a bunch of roles together with Felix. How about you? What do you do for a living?” she asks you back.

“Uhm… I just moved here. I… don’t have a job yet,” you explain, feeling a little embarrassed. Who the hell would move to a random city without any job?

“If you ever need help finding anything, let us know! Lix and I can definitely help you.” She takes a sip from her green smoothie. “I’m happy to have another female friend here. You seem really nice, Y/N.”

“T-Thank you, you too,” you tell her.

“Anyway, I’ve gotta go. I have some filming hours later and have to get ready. Have fun, you two,” she says with a friendly tone, meaning it.

“Bye, see you later, Venessa.” Felix takes a look at you. “Shall we continue?”

Since the two of you both fancied a drink somewhere, Felix showed you his favourite pub with a questionable name—Orchid A Go Go—the person that came up with it was definitely drunk.

“What would you like?” your childhood friend asks and you tell him your choice. A little while later, Felix joins you in the booth you’re sitting in.

“Here’s your margarita, darling,” he says, casually throwing in some flirty name again.

It reminds you a little of Jisung. Maybe, you’ve gotten so attached to your roommate because you’ve never gotten over Felix. Sure, that’s just an assumption but to some extent it makes perfect sense. After all, your childhood friend used to play this hot and cold game for a long time as well.

“I missed you, honey,” he confesses.

Okay, maybe this new, dream version Felix is a lot more straightforward, honest and confident than both his former self and your crush from the real world.

“I missed you too, Lix.” You have no issue in admitting this too. Denying wouldn’t make any sense anyway, it’s just the truth. “Can I ask you something?”

You’re already here with him anyway. Might just well take your chance.

“Always. I think I already know what you’re thinking about with that distracted little head of yours.”

Fuck. He’s gonna mess with your head.

However, this will give you some answers for a long lost cause and you’ll perhaps also figure out if Felix was talking about your shared friend Hyunjin or someone else today when the name was mentioned.

“Why did you cut off contact? Like—with the whole friend group.”

It’s out. The question you’ve wanted to ask for six years now.

“Hm, I’m sure Changbin and Cecilia miss me too,” he chuckles. “Hyunjin and I found each other again when he had a job offer in Starlost Boulevard some years ago. I thought he would have told you guys.”

This is what differs from the real world. Hyunjin isn’t friends with Felix anymore either. You don’t even know where the hell your former friend lives or what he does for a living.

“He didn’t,” you confess.

Felix doesn’t question it. But he wants to tell you the truth. “You really wanna know why I ghosted all of you?”

“Yeah… please, I’ve always wondered if it was something I said or did that… pissed you off,” you say, your voice becoming a bit quieter.

“And what if it was?”

Fucking hell. Your heart shatters. You being responsible for him ghosting the whole friend group lets an uncomfortable feeling bubble up inside your stomach.

“W-What?”

“Do you remember our kiss? At our highschool graduation party?”

Of course you do. You could never forget. The two of you were a bit tipsy. And knowing that a new chapter was about to start in your lives, you became a little reckless. Your stupid crush on Felix back then didn’t help the situation.

“I do, yeah…” you admit, catching your lower lip between your teeth.

“I had a big crush on you back then, Y/N. But you were head over heels for that asshole—what was his name again—right, Akira instead,” he explains with a chuckle.

Right. Akira and you went on a few dates. He was the first man you’ve ever gone out with but it didn’t click much. Perhaps, you fell in love with the idea of him instead. It did bring you something good though—through him, you met Jisung.

“That pretty boy with the tattoos who’s a bit older and who switches his girlfriends every week and you fell for him too… when you had me, your best friend, in front of you all the time,” Felix adds. Suddenly, he scoots a bit closer, reaching for your hand.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Lix,” you tell him.

“It’s okay. It’s been what—six years? That’s why I moved here. I needed to start from zero and finally follow my dreams.”

“I’m proud of you, you know? I wish I would have had a chance to be a part of it, but I understand you,” you tell him, meaning it.

“Y-You do?”

“Hm, it’s just a shame that I actually had a crush on you back then. Akira was just some guy to make you jealous when that girl—Miko—asked you out.”

Miko and you became friends a couple of years later in college and you got over the initial rivalry. And thanks to her, you met Seungmin since the two of them used to study political science together. Well, at least in the real world. You don’t know if this applies to this weird dream you’re caught in.

“I’ve never liked Miko more than a friend. Fuck. We’re such idiots, aren’t we?”

The both of you burst out in laughter, before your glasses clash together and a ‘cheers’ echoes through the mostly empty pub.

“We were young, Lix. That’s normal,” you tell him, brushing over his arm with your fingers.

He giggles, flustered, and you enjoy the view and sound of it. “I know… but we wasted so many years.”

Dream-Felix is gonna make you lose your mind. How deeply you wished this was the real world.

“We can start from here again. All fresh,” you offer.

“I’d like that. Cheers to us, Y/N. I’m glad destiny brought us together.”

Your heart halts for a second. Fuck, you wish it was true and you weren’t caught in a dream. You’re gonna wake up tomorrow and miss Felix again.

Might as well take all the chances you get, right?

“Can I tell you another secret, Lix?”

“Sure, honey,” he encourages you, scooting even closer. To any nosy people this might sound suspicious, but you’ve known each other your whole life, right?

However, with the following words that you’re speaking, things don’t seem so platonic anymore. “The kiss we shared… even after all these years, it’s still my favourite of all time.”

Felix throws his head back, trying to withstand the temptation between the both of you. Fuck. The fact you’re just casually dropping that information gets under his skin like nothing else.

He brings his gaze back to you, reaching for his glass and downing the rest of his drink.

“Fuck, don’t say stuff like that, honey. You’re gonna mess with my head, hm?”

His fingers wander under your chin, making you look up at him.

“What if that’s my plan?” you say, clicking your tongue and tilting your head a bit.

“You won’t be getting out of this too easily, okay?”

“Great. Because I’m not planning to have you run away again,” you admit. And he should know this.

Something inside Felix’s eyes darkens, when he leans closer and whispers into your ear. “How about we go back to my house, hm? I haven’t shown you my place yet.”

Felix’s trailer doesn’t differ a lot from your own on the outside, but it’s something completely else inside. It’s cosy and beautifully decorated, making it feel very lived in.

“Make yourself comfortable on the couch, honey,” he tells you, while getting two glasses of water for the both of you. He places them down on the table in front of the sofa, before he joins you.

“I’m happy you’re in my life again, Y/N,” he confesses.

You smile, “Me too, Lix.”

Oh, how much you wished this wasn’t a dream but the real world.

“Come here, hm?” Felix casually reaches for your hands, painfully slowly hovering you on top of him. “Sit down, pretty. I told you to make yourself comfortable.”

Fucking hell. This is the best dream you’ve ever had.

“Kiss me, please,” you whisper against his lips that are now only separated from your own by a thin layer of air.

“So polite, hm?” he chuckles, before he crashes his lips into your own, sealing them with a heated kiss. And you were correct. Felix has always been the best kisser on this planet.

You can’t compare this to any feelings you’ve ever experienced in your entire life—Felix tastes like the first sunbeams welcoming spring and the first snowfall welcoming winter, like a cup of hot tea after a cold autumn day or gelato on a hot summer day.

He tastes like pure comfort. As if you’ve always belonged together.

You invite his tongue inside your mouth, sensing it dancing around with your own, as he pulls you closer by the waist. A few little grunts spill from his lips and they grow rougher, whenever you instinctively grind over his slowly hardening crotch.

He helps you with your rhythm, enjoying the small sounds you make whenever the friction makes you feel just right. Sooner than later, he feels you humping his clothed cock, becoming more comfortable. Fuck. He’s wanted to do this ever since that first kiss the two of you shared. He’s always regretted letting you go for such immature reasons.

“I adore kissing you, baby,” Felix says, letting go of you for a moment, “but I need my lips on your pretty pussy, yeah?”

Oh, God. No man has ever talked to you like this. Of course, the night you shared with Chan not that long ago was amazing without a doubt. But Felix’s low voice and the way he casually throws in those words, makes your head spin.

When you give him a nod—and a wide grin—Felix picks you up and places you on your back, as you’re lying on his couch now, while he’s towering over you—ready to devour you like a five star meal.

As if you’re on autopilot, you spread your legs, when Felix’s kisses make their way down your jaw, your neck and your cleavage. This feels so good. And so real. He wanders further south, creating a pretty pathway of rough bites and love marks—the beauty of this artwork is out of this world.

You allow him to hover your dress over your head, leaving you in your lingerie. Weird. You’ve never seen this one before. But it fits you perfectly. The black laces are hugging your curves just right and the green little diamond jewellery attached to them makes the look perfect. Almost too pretty to take off. Almost.

Felix is already between your thighs, placing them on his shoulders, as you watch him carry the most mischievous smirk on his face, when he looks up at you.

“Ready, honey?”

“Don’t make me wait, Lixie,” you whine.

“You’re impatient, baby,” he whispers, the hotness of his breath lingering on the exposed skin of your thighs. Felix adds a little kiss to your ruined panties, watching your mouth part, before he decides to get rid off the fabric entirely. Your bra and underwear land on the pile of clothing—along with your dress and his shirt—somewhere on the floor, before he gets back to you.

And you’re sure you’re gonna see stars in an instant, when he starts placing kitten licks on your aching pussy, the top of his tongue grazing over your clit ever so lightly. 

Instinctively, you reach for his long, blond hair—it looks so different compared to back then—guiding his moves the way you prefer it. Felix lets out a grunt, feeling himself growing tighter in his pants. But he stays focused on you. Tonight is about you. He will make sure that your paths never cross again. Your former friend has waited and wasted too many years for that.

“Lixie– right there, please,” you struggle to let out.

And all he does is decide to bring two fingers to your entrance, letting them circle around your wet hole, before he pushes them inside. His tongue is lying flat against your tongue, while he stares up at your through his long strands. 

Felix starts moving his fingers, pounding them into your cunt, as his tongue starts moving again.

Oh, you’re not gonna last long.

“Felix– please.”

“Honey, come on… you know what I’m waiting for, don’t you?” he asks you, chucking.

You hastily nod, letting your head fall back, “Hm– fuck, I’m gonna–“

And you do. All over his tongue and fingers, making a huge mess. Felix helps you through your high, listening to your moans and whimpers. He wishes he could tattoo the sounds to his brain, so he would be able to replay them whenever he feels like it.

Your childhood friend pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean, placing a few small kisses on your inner thighs. He gets up and walks to his bathroom, before he takes care of you and your body.

“Lixie?”

“Yeah?”

“This was nice,” you admit with a giggle.

“I agree, honey,” he says with a wink.

“Can I ask you something else?” you start again, once you’re dressed in some of his clothes.

“Of course—what is it?”

“Can you help me… find a job here?”

He reaches for his smartphone, giving the device to you. “Sure. Just pick one. These are the current ones.”

“That’s all I have to do?” you question.

“Yeah. Make a smart decision, Y/N.”

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