Description: Yoongi the hostel owner slowly develops a rapport with a girl and her friends that keep visiting. Maybe a bit of a flirtatious one. Maybe even a little crush. One night he gets protective on a date gone bad and it leads to smut.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Smut (M)
Word Count: 7.1k
A/N: So, basically, this is based off an experience I had last week. Not the smut part (ughhhhh), but the whole hostel owner coming to save the day when this dude just wouldn’t get the hint and leave. I relayed the experience to @ellieljade , because I needed her to die with me, and we both decided it should be used for smut fuel. Like grown adults.
I straighten the covers and place the money in my safe box under the bed. Another night of work. I laugh at my own statement. Ha! Work! All you do is take rejected men’s money for a wild time.
I haven’t been doing this long. Only a couple months, but I’ve made more money than you can believe!
I know how people look at me. I see the stares of shame. How some women cross the street trying to get as far away from me as possible like they might catch something.
They wouldn’t. I don’t let any man go there. Only one man has ever taken me there. Only one man I will ever let go beyond the methods I use on other men. No one has touched me since the day he was murdered.
As I scrub the filth away from my body I think back to how Jerome took me. He had different ways of making me feel head over heels. Some nights he would take me hard and rough where the bed would get close to breaking, than other nights when he was feeling love sick he would worship me. He would thrust passionately kissing my body and telling me how beautiful I am.
I step out of the shower leaving the painful memories behind. I wrap a towel around my body and go down to the kitchen to make a drink. I get out the ingredients for a rock hard drink but then a knock on the door interrupts me.
I sigh and open it to see a man with cash in hand. He raises his brow and pushes past me. Is this really my life? He throws the money at me and sits on the sofa.
I walk over to him and set the cash on the hood in his trousers. “It’s late.” I say and make my way to the door to open it for him. He laughs and throws the cash at me with force. “Suck it whore.” This man was clearly drunk and out of his mind to think he can talk to me like that.
Though financial worries enter my brain. I need the money. I need it to get away from here. I sigh and rest on my knees giving the man what he paid for.
Once done I stand up quickly and feel like I should rinse my mouth out with bleach. Just then another knock rings out. A loud one. One of demand.
I move to open the door. “I can see why you’re so popular dollface.” I grasp the handle hard and turn to him with a displeased expression. “Don’t-” “CALL HER THAT!” A screaming voice beats me to it. I know that voice.
I open the door thinking I’m crazy. I’m hearing voices again. I swing open the door to see him. “J-Jer-” he places his finger against my lips and strides into the room seeing the man. He turns to me with fire in his eyes. “Did he touch you?” I shake my head gripping my towel closer to my body scared.
Jerome comes closer and I take in his appearance. Staples? I have to say it’s not his worst look.
The man on the couch scoffs. “No. She never lets anyone get in there. To stubborn. I’ve got to say she makes up for it man. Come here and sit. She does magic.” Jerome laughs. “Oh I know. She’ll ride me like a good girl any day.” The man once again scoffs. “Ha sure! She’s not gonna let some random person in there!” The man laughs.
Jerome turns to him with a smirk. “Oh I’m not a stranger. I was her first isn’t that right darling?” He asks lifting my chin up. “Well go on baby girl. Tell him how I’m the only one who’s ever touched your pussy.” Jerome moves me in front of the man and grips my hips. “He’s the only man to ever touch my pussy.” I say feeling Jerome move his hand beyond the towel and run his fingers over the skin of my hip. I shiver under his touch missing him exceedingly.
The man on the couch slaps his knee with a jealous expression. “Oh man! Lucky you! You’re okay with her doing this though? That’s what I call a working relationship!” Jerome’s hand goes further and slips between my wet folds. He circles my clit with pressure making my body lean into his. Jerome laughs and removes his hand. Instead he lifts up the back of the towel and grips my ass. “Actually no. You see I’ve been gone for a while. This is news to me. I find this…humiliating, and revolting.” Jerome then fiddled with his own trousers and releases himself. I feel him from behind as he starts to rub his head across my wet folds. The man on the couch just stares as if he’s in heaven.
Jerome laughs. “My my my doll. You really haven’t let anyone touch you. So tight I can even thrust into you, but as for you…enjoying the snow?” Jerome thrusts hard entering me. Filling me up like he use to. I arch back into him wanting more. Needing more. The man on the couch looks at me and nods his head.
Jerome laughs and pulls out a gun. He places the barrel to my head as he continues to thrust into me pulling my hair back. “Should I shoot you? Hm? Do you deserve to live knowing the things you’ve done? You dirty whore. Who do you belong to?” “You. You Jerome!” I moan out enjoying the blissful pleasure he’s bestowing upon me. “That’s right doll! I want you to do so for me okay?” Jerome whispers in my ear. “Shoot him.” Jerome says placing the gun in my hand.
I aim the barrel at him and pull the trigger with a rush enveloping me. The mans blood splatters on the wall and he falls completely limp. Jerome growls and rips the towel away turning me around. “You’re in so much trouble.” He says and pushes me against the wall hiking me up and thrusting into me hard and fast. I place my arms around him moaning his name over and over again. “Say it again doll. Scream it.” He says and moves his hand to rub my clit. I toss my head back against the wall in pure pleasure. “Jerome!” I moan out.
He moves to sit on the couch next to the dead man still spilling blood. “What do you say princess? You wanna ride me?” I nod eagerly and place myself above him cock and sliding down on him. Jerome grips my hips as I bouch on his cock making us both feel pleasures we haven’t had for a year.
Jerome rubs his fingers against the blood on the man’s wound and covers his hand in the thick red liquid. He proceeds to trail his hand down my body making a line from my breast, to my stomach, and right above my crotch. “Ah you’re such a good girl. You’re going to cum aren’t you? Go on doll. Cum for me.” I do as he says and release on him and seconds he fills me up with his own cum.
Jerome moves my hair out of the way and kisses me. “You’re mine. Don’t be so stupid to think otherwise. No other man looks at you. Ever! Understood?” He caresses my cheek with a smile. “Yes J.” He laughs and picks me up. “Then why don’t we make up for lost time? Sound good?” I smile and kiss his nose. “Sounds perfect.”
I've seen you say a couple times that you don't see or that you're disabled. Do you mind talking about it? I ask because I am an aspiring writer and it is really hard for me. I wanted to know how you managed or what it was like?
I don’t mind talking about it. It’s something that made me who I am.
When I was about 12, my health sort of started to eat itself. I suddenly had a ton of allergies, and there were days I couldn’t get out of bed. I got sick all the time. In freshman year of high school, I suddenly couldn’t see. For a long time a thing had been going on in my eyes, but I guess I didn’t think it was abnormal until it made it impossible for me to see. Basically this hole was kind of growing in my eyes, but it was more like a rainbow.
When I started having trouble with colors and detail vision, my mom freaked out a bit, because at the time, I was an award winning artist who had ideas of going to college for art. Then I started tripping over things, hitting my head, having trouble with depth perception. Then I got sick, and I mean sick.
I spent about 23 hours a day in bed. I had almost constant migraines. I had pain in my entire body. My skin turned yellow. I went to every kind of doctor you can think of and was tested for everything there is. One day, I had about 12 vials of blood drawn. No one knew what was wrong. The eyes weren’t that big a deal at first, because it seemed like I might have something really serious. The first couple of eye doctors I went to kind of looked at me and said “Oh it’s nothing big.” I actually had one guy tell me that my brain was just shutting off my eyes because I wasn’t using them properly. Yeah.
Then finally, my mom took me to a friend of our family who happened to be an eye surgeon. She did a free exam. I’ll never forget it because it was the first time anyone believed me. I’d been told by doctor after doctor that there was nothing wrong with me. I’d been referred to therapists, told I needed depression meds, told I was just going through a phase or needed attention. Then this doctor put on her head gear, looked into my eyes…took off the head gear…got new head gear…looked into my eyes…took off the headgear…got hand held tools…looked into my eyes…and then stared at me with her mouth hanging open.
“I can’t see the back of your eye,” she said. And suddenly the world simultaneously healed itself and flipped upside-fucking-down for me.
Then it was all about my eyes, the one symptom we could see happening. The one that was the most dangerous. But by then it was too late.
What happened is pretty simple: I apparently have some weird recessive DNA. It triggers certain bizarre immune issues at puberty. My immune system decided to attack my body. The eyes are a delicately balanced system. They show symptoms first. My immune system attacked them with a vengeance. They swelled up like balloons. Normal eye pressure is about 14-17. Mine was at a 22 at its best. It put a tremendous amount of pressure on my Retina, specifically my macula, cutting off blood flow like when you sit on your foot. You know those little shadowy things that float across your eyes? They’re called protein floaters. My eyes had produced so many of those that the doctor could not see through them. It was a fog.
They had to find a way to map my eye, to track the damage. Cue the eye exam from hell. I have always been, even before my autoimmune disorder, deathly allergic to melon. Any kind of melon. But now I was allergic to all sorts of shit, fruits vegetables, all kinds of crap. My dad is allergic to contrast dyes. So when the retinologist suggested this dye-based eye exam that is kind of like a CAT scan, my mom said “no”. See, they inject you with this dye and then they flash this weird light in your eyes. It causes the dye to glow, and then they can see the things through the fog. My mom told them I was too sensitive to stuff for that to be safe. The doc assured her they’d put a butterfly in my arm, meaning the vein would be kept open, and a syringe of benedryl was set on the counter. They’d never had anyone react, and they needed the pictures or there was nowhere to go from there.
So they put this dye into me, and it was like I’d been injected with fire, but there was no way around it, and to me, I knew they only had about 90 seconds to get the images they needed. So I sucked it up. finally the burning began to spread. Suddenly my back felt like I was being stabbed, and I suddenly couldn’t speak. I tapped my hands on my mom, then began sneezing spontaneously. My mom lifted my shirt, and I had quarter-sized hives. The nurse said “Stop sneezing on the camera”. Yeah.
My mom went ballistic. The doctor flew up the stairs and gave me the emergency meds. I slid into a dissociation state and nearly out of my chair. They had to prop me against the camera for the next couple minutes and reinject the dye. No other way, you see.
They did this test every few months for a few years.
But then there was treatment. Not much they could do, except try to get the swelling under control. Only way to do that was corticosteroid injections in the eye. Yup. A needle in the eye. No, they don’t knock you out. They numb the surface of the eye with the same numbing drops they give you for the exams and then they come at you with a needle, tell you to look down and to hold still. And you fucking do.
I was 15 when that started.
I went to experimental clinics, labs, and joined studies. I dropped out of those. Why? It’s pretty simple. The first day I came to the exams, I was kept waiting for over two hours. I was taken into a room. I was left there. No information, no talking. Suddenly a man came in followed by a group of people, all in lab coats. He started moving me around like I was a doll and talking like, “The patient presents with…the patient this, the patient that…”
I shoved him back and said, “The patient’s name is Kristina, and she is 16.”
He finished his exam, and when he left, after the students had gone, he took two Q-tips, dipped them in that pink shit your dentist uses to swab your gums before an injection, and SHOVED them under my eyelids with a cocky smirk.
The patient will never be an snotty little bitch again, I guess.
So yeah. Fuck those guys. They gave me two injections in one day, which no one had ever done before, because it was almost impossible to function with two pimple-like bubbles on your eyeballs.
Still my health was bad. Then all of a sudden, when my mom had given up, It just wasn’t anymore. Suddenly, I was fine, and all that was left were the eyes. I went back to school, except now I was blind.
In a few months, I’d lost about 80% of my perfect vision. I was photophobic. I got horrible and constant headaches. I walked with a cane. And not a single fucking teacher believed me, except my civics teacher, who had gone blind at a young age due to some other weird eye disorder, and my physics teacher who was deaf. I had teachers send me to the office for wearing my sunglasses (with a note on file). I had teachers get on my case about having an audio recorder and CD player for my books. I had teachers call me names, make fun of me, make me leave class to photocopy their notes larger, so that I missed the lecture the notes were on. I had teachers take my medications which had to be in my possession because of their time-sensitive nature and constant administration and hide them in their desks as punishment for asking questions or demanding help. I had classmates pick on me, but luckily, I was well-liked, and I was an officer in the ROTC. I even excelled there in spite of my vision, because my Captain believed in my leadership skills.
I always tell this story because I think it is funny. We had this special boot camp we got to go to if we were in the upper ranks of the ROTC. If you joined the military after high school (which I could never do) you got a higher paygrade for having gone through it. Almost like taking a couple JC classes in the military. It was grueling and all physical fitness, obstacle courses, PT, classes, guard duty…fucking blah. Our unit was allowed six participants. I sort of figured that it wasn’t really fair for me to go, even with my high rank (a company XO). To my complete fucking shock, my Captain recommended me to go, cutting out a classmate (and ex) of mine who was higher in rank. The boy went ape-shit. He went on and on about how unfair it was. He even went to the school board. My Captain made his reasons clear; he told them that the academy isn’t about military sponsorship. It’s about skills and quality. He didn’t care if I had a disability. In his eyes I had more innate ability than anyone there because I had worked so hard just to be where I was. The boy was angry. I told my Captain I appreciated the gesture, but honestly, we ought to make it fair. I told him that we should train to meet the PT standards, and that if this kid could make his, but i couldn’t make mine, he should go. I made mine. He didn’t. He complained about that too. At the last minute, we were told one extra person could come because another school had lost one. So he came anyway. The whole time he bitched about me being there. When I got there, the real military officers gave me shit like you wouldn’t believe, because they weren’t used to dealing with disabilities or recognizing that they can’t discriminate against high schoolers by law. The commander of the unit tried to dress me down in front of everybody for wearing sunglasses. I was pretty pleased with myself for telling him off but still sounding respectful. He kept saying “Take off my glasses”. I told him they weren’t his. They were mine, by law, and that if he had a problem with that, he could consult my attorney, the DOJ, and the doctor who prescribed them. He tried to fuck with me. I didn’t say anything except to ask him if he wanted me to have a migraine, because that’s what taking the glasses off means. He was so confused by me he walked away and called my Captain over. There were words. After that, he came up to me once or twice, almost like a test, to ask me if I needed him to slow down or if I was getting around alright. He wasn’t being nice. He was egging me in a condescending tone and with very bullying language. He’s a drill instructor, and you know what, that’s his job. I told him I was fine. But I made a decision: I wasn’t just going to make the female PT marks. I was going to test out of this fucking place at the male PT marks. And I fucking did. That boy…had an asthma attack on the track (I had asthma too, but I worked my ass off while he coasted on his “boyness”) and failed. At the certificate ceremony, the commander came up to me and said I had really impressed him, and that it was a shame I couldn’t enter the Navy. I thanked him, but what I wanted to say was, “Go fuck yourself and take the NAVY with you”. I ended up the Battalion XO Senior year. This would have given me a guaranteed spot in Westpoint if I could have taken it. My Captain cried when he told me he was sorry he had to give it to one of our Company XO’s. I told him that it was best for everyone, because I am not the type of person to enjoy taking orders. I had learned that about myself.
Around Junior year I got people to pay attention. My doctors got the DOJ and the Social Security people involved. A woman came to my school and enforced compliance in a tone of voice I’d never heard anyone but my mother use. She threatened to rain brimstone down on them if they didn’t give me what I needed, and things changed.
My parents wanted me to take a full scholarship to a local school, but I wanted to get away. So I did. I wanted to travel abroad, so i did. And when I was 19, they perfected one of the surgeries they had been working on the entire time I’d been struggling with this.
See, the injections had brought and kept the swelling down, but that meant that the fog was still there (since ocular fluid doesn’t replace), and the structures in the eye had been stretched all to shit, and were laying in my eye like melted plastic wrap. The old surgery was like a blind man hacking with a machete, but the new surgery used fluorescent dyes to track movement. Dyes that wouldn’t kill me. The old surgery had a 50-50 shot at complete loss of vision and made you lay on your face for three weeks. The new was fool proof and took 45 minutes. So, I got one eye done. They swapped out all the fluid and replaced it with saline. They peeled the distorted membrane off the macula. They stitched up my eyeball and gave me a sick metal eye patch. Looked like a fucking space pirate. It was rad.
But the blind spot is still there. The cataracts caused by the steroids are still there. The scars are there.
A few years later I had the other one done too.
My college was great. It took a lot of work getting all my reading done, about 500 pages minimum, per week, done via audio. I used to spend hours at the pool table in our residence hall, listening to my books and practicing. I got pret damn good too, at pool. It was difficult taking notes or working with a note taker. It was scary traveling by myself. It was hard to get people to understand there wasn’t anything WRONG with me. Just that my eyes don’t work even though it seems like I’m normal and fine, and like they should. People always think to be legally blind you have to be completely blind, and they think you’re not going to be able to defend yourself. I’ve been targeted by pickpockets. I’ve been followed by scary dudes. I’ve been treated like shit, laughed at, and accused by full grown adults of faking to get privileges, all because I can look at the place where their head should be and smile at the blank spot there. All because I can walk down a flight of stairs with a few neat tricks I know that have nothing to do with a cane.
But shit…you probably didn’t mean to ask for my life story. I’m going to get back to the point. My writing. What has it done for that? Like how can you be a writer if you can’t fucking see? Technology. It’s been amazing. I can use a computer same as anyone. The Kindle has been a fucking revolution for me because for the first time in a decade and a half I could read without pain and suffering. Just…all the things it does have made life so much easier than it used to be. It got me out of bad relationships with people who used my disability as a control. It gave me a little bit of confidence back. It helped me know I could handle myself.
And really, I think my vision loss had a lot to do with my writing. In some ways it gives me different perspective, sure, but it’s more than that. I was undeclared when I entered college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I thought about history or sociology. My mom had a degree in that and she was an English teacher. I wanted art history, but what the fuck was the point in that? Couldn’t see a damn thing. And then I had a class in poetry, and shit…That made sense. I’d always loved language and writing. Always been okay at it. Dorte stuff but never thought about doing it for a living. But then it was like yeah…yeah I’m gonna fucking do that. Just like when I decided to meet the male PT standards.
If it is in you. If you love it. If it defines you and possesses you, it does not matter how fucked up you are. You will find a way. You don’t have a choice. You are that thing. And you’ll adapt. You just have to let yourself. You have to keep pushing. You have to learn how to handle frustration. you have to train yourself into stamina. You just keep going. I’m nowhere near as successful as I want to be. I’m still going. I hope I get even better. I hope I can say things that make truth more obvious, or that help people put words to things they have always wanted to say.
I don’t need my eyes to be a fucking firestorm. That’s just me. Eyes don’t mean shit.
So keep going. Keep doing whatever you need to. Do it better and better. Bend yourself around it. People who see you struggle will think they’re lucky, but you and I know the truth: they’re not even close to the kind of strong you are. Not even a little bit.
Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him. Word Count: 13,742 Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, sprinkling of feelings A/N: I feel like I’m sending my child to their first day of kindergarten oh my goodness. I hope you guys enjoy the last part!!
There was no way you were in love with Jeon Jungkook, absolutely no way in hell you had feelings for him that ran any deeper than discontent. It had been the moment, the conversation with Jungkook, the awe you’d felt when he showed you his forest. You had gotten caught up in that moment, and your mind had tricked itself into thinking you liked Jungkook.
I… really like Overlord… it’s such a good show it’s all I’ve ever wanted out of an anime… I love all of the characters and it’s hard for me to pick a favorite (besides Ainz ofc) but here are some I like a lot!!
rolls his eyes, finishes frosting the cake and turns to put it in the
fridge. “He’s not marrying me.” He says. Hopefully, Stiles will.
“Can’t you see the cake? I still have to propose.”
Scott rolls his eyes, turns to the sink and begins washing the dishes.
That’s what he’s here for, Derek stressed earlier (’You
can’t bake and your writing is shit, I don’t want this cake ruined!’,
‘Rude!’). “As if he would.”
collapses on a chair, buries his face in his hands. “I – what if
that.” Scott throws water at him. “You just bought a house
together and Stiles says he loves you every day –”
is true and it warms Derek’s heart a little but it does nothing to
calm his nerves. It’s a huge commitment and – what if the proposal
isn’t good enough? Derek is not the most romantic person and although
Stiles isn’t a romantic person himself, he still brings flowers
every other day, and he texts Derek memes all the time and – and he
“Yeah, but –”
wasn’t finished!” Scott yells, dropping the dishes and turning to
stare at Derek. “You spent the entire day baking his favorite cake,
you have rose petals all over your bed and you wrote a speech!”
Derek opens his mouth to ask how Scott knows about the speech but
closes it quickly when Scott shushes him. “It’s obvious you’d have
a speech.” He points out. “What I’m trying to say is – Stiles
will say yes no matter what.”
always nice.” Scott protests, turning to look at his phone when it
signals a new text. “Ah, Allison said he’s coming home!”
jumps, the things aren’t ready yet! The dishes are still dirty, he’s
forgotten to light the candles and – “Go, go.” Scott is still
here. He begins
pushing Scott towards the door at the same time he takes a look at
himself and realizes his pants are dirty with chocolate.
is going to be worst proposal ever.
Stiles parks the car just as Derek is finishing putting a clean shirt on.
He runs downstairs, trips over a stray shoe and curses himself for
not remembering to clean the house. He opens the fridge, takes the
cake out and places it on top of the table. Yeah, okay, he checks the
candles, maybe this will actually work. When Stiles walks in the
house, yelling a 'I’m home’ Derek realizes he forgot the rings.
“Don’t move!” Derek yells, running to the living room.
Stiles takes in Derek’s clothes, looks around at the candles and
arches an eyebrow. “What.”
“I forgot something.” He starts walking backwards towards the
stairs. “But you’re not allowed to move.”
“Ever?” Stiles smirks.
Derek huffs. And he seriously wants to marry this asshole. “Shut
up.” He says. “I’ll be right back.”
“Fine.” Stiles concedes. “Am I at least allowed to take my
“Yes, whatever, just – don’t go in the kitchen.” He runs to
their bedroom as quickly as possible, grabs the ring from his nightstand and when he comes back, Stiles
is exactly where he left him. “Thank you.” He sighs, smiling when
Stiles shrugs like it’s nothing, like he’d do whatever Derek asks him
to without questioning.
Derek really loves him, and that’s when he realizes that is the only
important thing. Stiles loves him, Derek loves Stiles. It’s all he
needs. “Will you marry me?” He blurts out, realizes he actually
doesn’t care how it’s done, as long as Stiles is the one he’s asking.
“I knew it.” Stiles smiles brightly, the same way he did when
Derek asked him out the first time, and then when they decided to
move in together. “You were preparing something in the kitchen,
“Yeah.” Derek admits, rests his hands on Stiles’ waist as Stiles
circles Derek’s neck with his. “You just ruined it.”
“Me?” Stiles laughs. “How?”
“By being you.” Derek whispers. “I love you.”
Stiles flicks Derek’s ear fondly. “I love you too.” He says back
easily, like he did this morning and all the previous mornings for
the past four years. “And I will marry you. You didn’t even have to ask.”
Derek kisses him, then, wonders how could he have doubted Stiles
would say yes, his love is clear in his eyes and in his kisses, in
the life they built together.
Turns out the cake wasn’t necessary, but they have fun eating it in
bed a couple of hours later.
A/N: I am so so so sorry for how long this took for me to get out. I really hope you guys like it. Now, I since already gifted the Jackson stans, I believe the eldest hyung and the leader deserve some love too, yes?
GIFS ARE NOT MINE
“Dress sexy” .
Jackson’s husky words echoed in my mind as I washed my body, making sure to shave, exfoliate and almost everything else in the book I could think of. I touched my skin making sure it was silky smooth to the touch before turning off the water and stepping out. The steam enveloped the room, making it a foggy maze to the door. I grabbed the dark colored towel off of the rack, wrapping the fluffy thick cotton around my body before I left the humid room, relishing in the cold air hitting my wet skin when I opened the door and stepped out into my room. In my immediate line of sight, I could see a broad back and shoulders going through my closet, carefully inspecting each article of clothing before pushing it aside and moving onto the next.
“I like the red” I heard his low, smooth voice speak as he inspected a dress I wore once to some high end fashion party Bambam dragged me to.
“It suits you” he mused.
That deep, melodic and smooth voice belonged to only one person. But how and when did he get in my room? How long was I in the shower for? It couldn’t have been that long, could it? My mind was swirling with the bombardment of questions assaulting my conscious, the most prominent one being what the hell was going on.
“Jaebum?” At the call of his name he took his attention away from the dress and turned to me.
I could fully see how he was dressed now, a simple white button up, buttoned up to his elbows with black slacks on. It was simple, but with his accessories of the silver earrings and simple chain, adorning his neck, he made it gorgeous. Giving me a once over, his lips spread into a gorgeous breathtaking smile. He kept his hand on the smooth, silky fabric of the dress as he addressed me.
“Evening baby girl” he said in a smooth, polite voice.
The initial shock of Im Jaebum in my room, while I was naked no less, was staggering and highly difficult to get over to say the absolute least. He raised an eyebrow at my silence and I could see the smug glint in his eye. He was breath taking, it was almost impossible for me to take my eyes off of him. His dark hair was styled back and away from his forehead, giving me a view of his gorgeous features. He watched me as I watched him, silently egging me on to do something as I continued my ogling unabashedly. That was before my mind took me back to the reality of the situation; Until I was reminded of the questions that needed to be answered.
“What did Jimin tell you?” Finding my voice was difficult but to produce it was even worse.
The ‘girls night out’ was just as wild as you
expected from Jieun.
It started off civil enough with dinner in a
gorgeous restaurant, but two hours later you were in a private room in a club
trying to make sure Jieun doesn’t fall down from the table, where she was
dancing barefoot with a bottle of wine in her hand.
Half an hour later she was sitting next to you
again, crying that she misses Minseok, and you took that as your cue to call it
“why are you laughing? why didn’t you protect me? you’re supposed to be my savage.”
hyuk and you were relaxed on the couch, watching some random movie that had came on. you two decided to just watch it because there was nothing better on. it was a sunday, and nothing was usually on.
“baby, this movie. is. boring.” hyuk slowly and drowsily said.
you nodded in response and grabbed the remote control. you went to the guide and started your search for something interesting to watch. you had been through 100 channels in a minute and still, nothing was catching your eye.
“oh! turn to that competition cooking show!” hyuk screamed as he cut you off and pointed at the tv.
instead of turning to it, you looked up at him and proceeded to ask him about the show and how he knew about it but, he snatched the remote from you and turned to it. almost instantly, a smile stretched across his face.
you scrunched up your face and rested your head on his chest. he looked down at you for a second and gave you a slight grin. then, he put his hands in your hair and basically massaged your scalp. right when you locked eyes with him, he put his focus back onto the tv.
he slowly looked back down at you. “yes, mocha?”
“what do you know about this and why are you so happy to watch it? you don’t look at me that way.” you poked your lip out after saying the last sentence.
he scoffed. “i love cooking shows, don’t act like you didn’t know. and stop making that ugly face, you’re not cute when you do that.”
after hearing that, your jaw dropped. “did you just call me ugly?”
“i was playing. don’t be butthurt. i mean, i thought you were a savage.” he paused and smirked at you. he was teasing you in some way. “or is that only when other girls mess with or look at me?”
you gave him an annoyed look. “you know, i can get on you right now. don’t tempt me.”
his eyes widened at the thought of you actually getting on him. he licked his lips and gave you another smirk. he had to make sure if you were on the same page as him though. “physically or verbally?”
“verbally.” you said as you sat up and slid on your slides. “i’m hungry and since you love cooking shows so much, let’s cook something similar to what they cook on these shows.”
“but they cook, five star restaurant type dishes. we’d have to go to the store. and we’d have to read a difficult ass recipe. and i’d have to help you cook.”
“dickhead. do you think that the ingredients will come here and become a dish on its own?” you asked him in a sarcastic tone while heading to your bedroom.
he decided to say nothing since he knew that you would only come back with something faster than he could blink. so, he lightly nodded and followed behind you. “look at those cinnamon sticks go.” he said, referring to your legs.
“if you’re trying to make me cringe, it’s working.” you kept in your laugh and stopped at your drawer to change into some actual clothes since you were only wearing hyuk’s t-shirt.
you changed into one of your shirts, threw on a pair of black tights and put on some sneakers. hyuk on the other hand, wasn’t even ready to leave. instead, he was sitting on the bed and still in nothing but his sweatpants.
“what are you doing?” you sighed, turning to him.
“looking at my girl.” he smiled at you and still stayed in the same place.
you huffed and grabbed one of his shirts from his drawer and threw it in his lap. “put this on.”
he shook his head no, picked up the shirt and handed it to you. “put it on for me.”
although you didn’t want to go through with his pettiness, you needed him to come with you. so, you put the shirt over his head and proceeded to put it on. “arms.”
he threw his arms up and you pulled the shirt down onto his shoulders. then, you pulled it down quickly and walked out of the bedroom.
“damn baby!” he shouted. “you messed up my hair..”
you ignored him, grabbed the car keys and headed out of the door. hyuk followed shortly after realizing that you were gone.
once you got into the store, you turned to hyuk. “alright, what are we making?”
he grabbed a cart and motioned for you to follow him. as soon as you two were in an aisle, he confusingly looked at you. “headass. how are you gonna come to a store and not know what to get? i thought you had an idea.”
you poked out your bottom lip just to get to him and started to speak. “we-”
he stopped you from talking by putting his finger over your lip. “i just thought of something. follow me.”
he continued down the aisle but you were left standing where he left you. you were still trying to process what he had just done.
what if he didn’t wash his hands? you thought.
you were disgusted.
once you caught up with him, you spoke while trying not to laugh at what his reaction would be. “keep your dirty fingers away from my lips.”
he could’ve broke his neck due to how fast he turned around. “all that i did was put my finger on your lips. i don’t even know why you’re trying to play like i don’t put my fingers in your mouth when i let you tas-”
“you’re in a public place!” an older woman that walked by practically yelled at hyuk.
you could either get rid of your urge to laugh or turn around and silently let it out without him knowing. you chose choice two because if you chose choice one, you would’ve embarrassed yourself.
“y/n..i see you.” hyuk whined and grabbed you from behind, he backhugged you and pecked your neck. “why are you laughing? why didn’t you protect me? you’re supposed to be my savage.”
“that’s somebodies grandma. plus, why in the hell would i need to protect you from her?” you giggled.
he rolled his eyes and let you go. “when we get married, you can’t do this anymore. you gotta be ready to throw hands at any woman that attacks me or imma divorce your ass.”
“you wouldn’t divorce me. look at me.” you strutted past him and took the cart with you.
“what am i gonna do with her?” he asked himself as he followed behind you.
all of the ingredients were placed on the island, soon to be combined and made into gimbap.
hyuk had forced you to help him look for the ingredients since you didn’t even want to make gimbap at first. you wanted a challenge and making gimbap most certainly wasn’t a challenge. after seeing how happy hyuk was though, you lightened up and eventually got excited (again) to prepare something with him.
“are you ready y/n?” he asked you after washing his hands and standing beside you. he looked so excited and that made you smile.
“yep. let’s go.”
you and hyuk made gimbap together. also hyuk learned that he shouldn’t speak of the nasty things that you two do in bed when in the supermarket/public because he’ll get yelled at by someone’s grandma.
Justin has a drinking problem and always comes home late. Y/N gets tired of this, she tries to leave him and then they make up. MMMMMATURE. Enjoy.
“AHH, FUCK. MY FUCKINNG EL-BOW.” Justin cries out in pain, clutching his now red elbow.
Justin couldn’t even see where he was going, his feet not responding to his brain. He wobbles up the stairs like he’s spun around 100 times, missing each step a couple times.
You fish yourself out of the bed. You see justin on his knees halfway up the stairs looking like a squashed beetle, his body hunched over, his head placed against the floor. You rush towards him to help him get up.
“MY LOIFESAVER!!” He gurgles out as you hold his waist, attempting to walk him carefully up the stairs and to into the bathroom to get him cleaned up.
He doesn’t cooperate as he pushes his weight down, hanging his body forward like a slob.
“Walk properly Justin.”
“I AM WALKING PROOPERLYY.”
As soon as your get to the bedroom door, he breaks free from your grip and runs and crashes dead on the bed. He’s now sprawled out on the bed, his face facing flat as he mumbles loudly, “I’m feeling SO sick today. Today I drank so much with ZA!!!!”
You ignore him as you reach to slip his shoes off,“Let’s go to bed aye?”
You slip into the bed next to Justin. You sit there and stare at his drunken state. Justin was already fast asleep, not making a single sound. Justin’s oder smelt like a drunk man’s breath. You cover your nose and crinkle your eyebrows, the smell making your eyes water. You try to get him to raise his arms up, tugging it off.
“Lift your arms up a bit Justin,” You say softly.
You walk flick the dirty t-shirt away on the ground and huff yourself around the thick white blankets. You turn your body away from facing him. Justin suddenly shuffles around, getting under the sheets and slings him bare arm around your waist. You lay flat and place a hand on top of his arm, gently gripping it. You sigh out loud. You were more than wasted, maybe even more wasted than Justin right now. You didn’t want to put up with him anymore. You were tired of feeling like this everyday.
Your eyes flutter open to see yourself only being framed under a warm body. You turn your head to find yourself tucked against his bare chest. You gently remove yourself under his grip, slowly and struggling to remove his heavy body off from yours. You manage and tip toe into kitchen.
After a while, after cooking up the pancakes, Justin stumbles into the room.
You hear justin mumble a deep ‘yeah’ under his breath.
Justin slumps forward on his chair, leaning against the table with a hand under his chin supported by his elbow. He looked even worse than last night. You sit down beside him. You watch as he picks his breakfast with the fork, looking uninterested as ever. You were getting agitated by even looking at him, you were now not hungry, your appetite thrown out of the window. You drop your fork with a loud click of the metal against the china plate. Before you were about to walk out of the room, justin gets up and lets out a loud sigh.
“I’m sorry Y/N, i don’t know what you want me to do.”
You spin on your feet, you wanted to slap his face for making you constantly worry all night, everyday.
“Is that all you have to say?!”
“WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT?!” Justin yells back at you, his deep voice cracking.
You didn’t realise you were shouting until justin yelled back at you. You try to calm yourself down. You take a deep breath.
“I think we should take a break.”
You look down at your feet, unable to look at him anymore.
“Again? seriously? why? If this is about last night, i will change. i promise.”
You feel sudden tears could your vision, the floor suddenly not visible anymore. Justin grabs the side of your face, forcing you to look at him.
“Don’t leave me Y/N.”
You search into his eyes, looking for a reason to stay. All you see the man you love. He was broken like you. You could see the love for you hidden beneath those glassy honey orbs.
Justin clashes his mouth onto yours, into a messy kiss. You pull away to gasp for air. Justin suddenly grips onto your legs and effortlessly lift you up, bridal style and chucks you onto the couch. Justin quickly hovers over you. He latches on your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin under your earlobe. you gasp out, the stucking causing your stomach to flip. You missed him so much. You lift your hips up at him, brushing his lower stomach. Justin feels this action as he dips hand into your sweats. Justin begins to rub over your covered heat. You moan out. The warm moans of pleasure travel straight into justin ear as your mouth was right beside his ear.
“baby?” Justin speaks.
You realise Justin was not longer against your neck. Justin suddenly plunges two digits into your dripping heat. You clutch on the couch tightly, gripping them until your fingers turn white.
“Baby,” Justin repeats again, murmuring your name as he peppered kisses your neck. Justin’s fast and rapid movements doesn’t slow down. The tightness in your lower stomach were beginning to feel so intense. You clench around his digits.
“C’mon baby girl, let go.”
Justin’s soft voice echo’s, encouraging you to let your worries fly free. You throw your head back as your helplessly grind your hips up against Justin’s fingers. You latch on your bottom lip, biting it so hard you were sure it was going to start bleeding. You clench your eyes shut as you let your orgasm wash over your body.
You flutter your dead eyes. You find Justin’s face right above yours, his warm honey eyes staring into yours as if he was trying to figure out what was going on in your mind. Justin again leans down to envelope your lips into a slow and passionate kiss.
“Don’t leave me Y/N. I don’t think i’ll be able to handle you don’t being by my side.”
You hum as you feel Justin’s obvious bulge poking against the side of your thigh.
“Just get in me already.”
With that you feel justin peel your sweats and panties down in one go, yanking them off your body and discarding them on the floor. You watch as Justin moans out at your dripping core. He harshly pushes your ankles back until they hit the back of your thighs, causing your core to become complete open to his hungry eyes. You feel the air blow, the chilliness causing a tingle to run down your spine. You see a smirk covered on Justin’s face.
“Who made you this wet?” Justin tilted his head as he quickly plunges two fingers in your core once again, making you gasp at the sudden action. You bite down on your sensitive lip at you look at the slow pace Justin’s fingers disappear in your heat. He then curls his fingers, making you whine out.
“Arghhh- Stop. I’m too sensitive.”
He keeps his fingers in, grinning when he hears your pleas to stop.
“Stop? I know you can handle more than this.”
Justin’s voice was deep and luring, almost as if he knew he could make you come again with just the snap of his fingers, he was confident you could let go another time. He adds his thumb into the mixture, slowly and tauntingly rub your sensitive clit.
“You like that baby?"
You were desperate to feel the high again, you wanted the feeling to approach you quicker. Justin pulls his fingers out of your core. You feel a bit disappointed at the empty feeling. Justin begins to fondle with your clit.
“Do you want to cum again princess?”
“Yeah” You were out of breath, only being able to let out a simple answer.
Justin decides to give your nipples some attention as he sees them pecking through your white tank top. He pulls up your tank to reveal your perky mounds to the cool air, causing them to harden instantly. Justin leans his neck down to latch onto your left nipple, tugging it with his pink lips.
Justin speeds up his actions, rubbing your clit at a fast constant speed.
“Are you nearly there princess?” justin mumbles against your chest.
Justin doesn’t stop his movements, even once, loving the fact he was making you feel good, loving how your body was responding to his touch. You feel justin’s fingers start rubbing your right nipple, tweaking the sensitive bud.
Justin lifts his face from your chest and watches you. He has a view of how amazing yet lifeless you looked. You looked a an effortless dead angel if that was even possible. You feel your high approaching you again after a few minutes from Justin’s ministrations. Your legs start to tremble, your chest huffing at a faster pace.
“That’s it princess. Let go for me.”
“justinnnnnn!” you whine his name out as your feel yourself explode.
You spill your orgasm out, the juices dripping off and onto the couch.
Before you could return your eyes to reality, Justin plunges himself into your dripping heat. You groan out.
“Justin. Stop please. i can’t cum again.”
Justin doesn’t even let you adjust to his size as he begins to pump in and out of your core, his rigid size rubbing against your sensitive walls. You were truly breathless at this point, you didn’t have any energy to plead him to stop.
“Are feeling ok Y/N?” Justin was worried, he was pushing you past your limit but with experience he knew he could make you cum a 3rd time in a row, this was not impossible.
“Does it hurt princess?” he calls out again.
“Yess! Justin stop. It hurts too much.”
You lay there, almost dead, not being able to move a limb. You hope justin would pull out of you and let your recover first but instead he grips both legs and push them complete back, until your knees hit the couch. You yelp out at the painful position.
“I can get you there once, twice and i will do it again.”
“Arghh! Justin! You’re fucking crazy!”
He speeds up until he’s slamming in and out twice as fast as before. You feel the pleasure of his shaft hitting your soft spot repeatedly. You feel your whole body moving with his harsh and frantic thrusts. He tries to keep your body steady by gripping tightly on your thighs.
“That’s it babygirl, cum for me.”
Your eyes roll back to the back of your head as he hits the spot again and again, causing you too see complete black and white. You didn’t even know if he as leaving or entering at this point. Justin slumps forward and pants heavily into the crook of your neck.
“I’m there babygirl. Fuck-“
Justin suddenly lets his load into you, surprising you.
“Holy fuck. Shit. I’m sorry.”
Justin realises you hadn’t let go of your promised orgasm yet. Your eyes close automatically, the pleasure in your lower stomach not going away.
“I’ll eat you out.”
Before you could make a comment, Justin leans his head down and takes a long swipe, tasting all of your juices mixed together.
“C'mon baby, I won’t leave you hanging. I got you.”
You feel your stomach bubbling and flipping. Justin mumbles, the vibrations making you let go. You explode against justin’s mouth. You feel the relief wash over you, the orgasm so instense, draining out little energy you had left. Justin pulls away from in between your legs. You watch him with hazy eyes.
He had juices dripping down his chin, the glistening effect all over his mouth and on the sides as well. He had swollen lips, they were a flushed pink colour. His hair was wild and out of place like a lion’s mane, brown, soft and tousled. He stared back at you with the warmest brown eyes you’ve seen. Justin sees that you were barely able to open your eyes. He gets up, lift his pants up and quickly yet gently lifts your up bridal style and carries your back, placing your down on the bed. He gently lifts up your arms, pulling off your tank. You lay there bare for him, looking like a fallen angel. Justin tuck’s you back into the sheets. you feel the warmth and secureness take over your body. You close your eyes and fall back into another sweet dream.
HERE YALL GO BUT BEFORE YOU READ;
i realize i was stupid to do the ‘300 notes thing’ and i apologize because i was being really extra about it idk what came over me. i get now that it isn’t cool to do that so as a sorry i’m posting this waaaay sooner than expected
you were wheeled into your hospital room by shawn where you were supposed to be getting dressed into the hospital gown before the doctor came in.
“babe i’m going to tell you the same thing i told you nine months ago when this whole thing began.” shawn said, handing you the neatly folded hospital gown along with some fuzzy socks and a sports bra.
“what’s that?” you hummed, tying your hair into a quick messy bun.
“take your pants off.”
“oh my god shawn,” you laughed, swatting his chest before closing the door to the bathroom to change.
“it’s true though!” he yelled from the other side of the door. you laughed as you pulled on the large hospital gown over your sports bra. you opened the door, revealing shawn still standing on the other side.
“can you tie this?” you turned around, handing him the strings to tie the gown together.
“cute butt,” he commented as he finished tying the gown. you rolled your eyes, “yeah yeah, now help me get on this bed.”
it’s been five hours since you arrived at the hospital and no baby yet. you knew that the process wasn’t going to be quick, but it’s been 5 hours and as of an hour ago you were only 3 centimetres dilated. as for the baby, the doctors said it’s normal for them to come this early and there should be nothing wrong. they did an ultrasound just to make sure everything was okay, and as far as you and shawn knew, your little girl was in good condition.
the only sound in the room right now was your baby’s steady heartbeat coming from one of the many wires and wraps you were hooked up to. shawn was sitting on the chair next to the bed texting both your parents, and tweeting to update the fans on what’s going on. from what shawn told you, they understood that he wouldn’t be continuing the rest of tour for obvious reasons and you were glad. you knew they were going to be understanding, he was about to have a baby he won’t have any time to tour for a few years. in the earlier months of the pregnancy he told you and his team that once the baby was born he was probably going to take a break from everything. he said he probably won’t start touring again until she’s at least 3, but he’ll continue to write music and occasionally record some to keep the fans interested.
you drew in a deep breath as you felt another contraction hit. they weren’t that painful yet, but you could definitely feel them. you were a little worried because the baby hasn’t been moving as much as normal but when you expressed your concern to the nurse they said it was probably because she’s in a different position and i won’t feel her movements as much.
“another contraction?” shawn asked, immediately setting his phone down and grabbing your hand.
“yeah but it’s gone now, they aren’t that bad. i’m tired though, i just want to sleep.” you sighed, laying back onto the rather large hospital bed. “would they mind if i slept?”
“how can you sleep?” shawn chuckled, “aren’t you in pain?”
“yes but that’s what the drugs are for.”
shawn shook his head, “you’re not putting drugs into our baby.”
“oh really?” you asked. “you can decide that when you’re pushing a baby out of you. i’m getting the epidural shawn.” you have him the death stare, something you haven’t done in a long, long time. “i need it shawn, you don’t understand.”
“do you really need it?” he sighed. he was only being argumentative because he knew you wanted an all natural birth, and you clearly stated you never wanted an epidural because you absolutely hated needles. you did want an all natural birth at first, but after a few hours of labour you decided you wanted an epidural so you didn’t feel as much pain.
“i’m in pain shawn, anything to lessen it would be nice.” you said, closing your eyes as another contraction came along. this one was the most painful one so far, which had to mean you were getting closer to actually giving birth, right? you grasped the handle of the bed in need of something to hold for a few seconds before the contraction faded, which luckily it was a quick one.
“i’m hungry.” you announced. “let’s order some pizza or something.” you reached for your phone that was resting on the table next to your bed to order. shawn grabbed it from your hands, telling you he would order it even though it was 1am, and he would just pick it up from the store. “i can’t believe you’re literally about to have a baby and all you can think about it pizza.” he laughed, walking out of the room to quickly pick up your pizza from the pizza place that was luckily down the road.
while he was gone the doctor returned to come check your progress, and still nothing. you had only dilated one more centimetre in almost two hours. you were beginning to worry about the baby because isn’t it supposed to be quicker than this? you hadn’t read much on the actual time it may take from when your water breaks to when the baby is born, and you knew everyone was different, but you honestly thought it was going to be quicker than this.
shawn’s parents and aaliyah arrived shortly after the doctor left the room, you were glad they came. unfortunately your family lived in the states and couldn’t get her as quick as shawn’s family. you informed your parents what’s happening though, and they said they were booking a flight to come see you and the new baby.
“where’s shawn?” aaliyah asked, taking a seat in the chair shawn once occupied.
“i’m right here, don’t worry i didn’t abandon her!” shawn exclaimed, rushing into the room with two pizza boxes. he set them down on the table at the far end of the room before greeting his family.
“hey kid, you’re in my chair.” he said, ruffling aaliyah’s hair.
“excuse me but someone had to sit next to y/n so she didn’t feel alone and clearly you weren’t doing the job…”
you smiled as you watched their playful sibling banter, hoping one day your little girl would have a sibling she could do this with. you had four older brothers growing up so this wasn’t new to you, but you also grew up with lots of play fights and being the dummy when they wanted to wrestle.
“okay first of all, i went quickly to pick up pizza she wanted that’s why i was gone. and second, she’s my wife so i win and you have to move.” he crossed his arms over his chest and smiled in triumph as she moved over to another chair next to her father.
“she didn’t have to move shawn,” you giggled. “you could’ve sat on the other side or with me. this bed is bigger than the normal hospital bed.”
“ha!” aaliyah yelled, earning a shush from both her parents. shawn rolled his eyes at her, turning his attention towards you.
“any more progress?” he asked, grabbing your hand full of IV needles and lightly kissing it.
“no,” you sighed. “they said i can try and get some sleep because this isn’t happening soon, but the nurse said the doctor is going to come in soon to do another ultrasound just to make sure everything is okay.” you took a bite from the slice of pizza that was on the small table in front of you, shawn must’ve put it there when you were talking to aaliyah.
“another ultrasound?” he asked, “that doesn’t sound good.”
“i’m sure she’s going to be fine shawn,” you tried to reassure him. “i’m going to try and get some sleep okay?”
he nodded, not being able to fathom the thought of something going wrong or something being wrong with his little girl. you made sure to do everything in your power to make this pregnancy go as smooth as possible, and if something were to go wrong now, shawn wouldn’t know what to do.
the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep was shawn placing his large hand on your even larger stomach and muttering something to his dad which you could barely make out.
“y/n!” you felt a harsh nudge, waking you up almost immediately. in front of you stood your husband, karen, manny, and aaliyah standing to the side looking worried, and almost a whole team of doctors rushing around you.
“wha-is it time? what’s going on?” you asked, rubbing your eyes due to the bright lights.
“they came in to do an ultrasound and you were sleeping but i didn’t want to wake you and i said they could do it while you slept so they did,” shawn said, a nurse soon interrupting him to explain the rest of the story.
“y/n, the cord has somehow wrapped its way around your baby’s neck in a very rare way and as she moves further down, the cord is getting tighter and tighter. we have an emergency c-section scheduled for you very soon.”
the nurse rushed away, leaving you at a loss for words. the entire room was chaotic right now and you weren’t sure what to do. shawn returned to your side, now in blue scrubs so he could come in the room with you. without you having to say anything, he wrapped his arms around you the best he could, knowing you needed some comfort.
“shawn,” you cried into his chest. “i’m scared.”
“i am too, but she’s a mendes y/n. she’s gonna fight, i know it.” he whispered, comfortingly rubbing your back.
before you knew it, the doctor gave you the epidural and you were being wheeled into the operating room for the c-section. the entire process was a blur to you, you couldn’t feel pain but you could feel the pressure of whatever they were doing on the other side of the blue curtain. you were definitely crying, you didn’t know wether your baby was okay or not. shawn was given a seat right next to you and under no circumstances was he allowed to look beyond the curtain or he would be kicked out of the room.
“she’s gonna be okay,” he whispered, “we’re going to have a baby soon y/n.” you gave him a small smile as he wiped the tears off your face.
after a few more minutes, you could hear the doctors finally telling you she was almost out. you heard the doctors announce that she was out after a few seconds. shawn smiled, “y/n! we have a baby!”
you both were silent, expecting to hear a cry come from the little girl but after a few seconds too long without a cry, you knew something was wrong.
Sana hadn’t left her room for hours. She had heard Elias opening the
door for his friends and barred herself in. She couldn’t bear to see Yousef.
She didn’t even know what she’d do. She took out her phone. She had several unanswered
messages from Yousef. Saturday morning, he had simply written: “Good morning”.
Later that day he had sent a funny video of the guys doing something stupid. Sunday,
he had written that her dad had told his dad about the vodka incident, which
Yousef countered with playing fake offended his parents could even think he
would drink. With each message Sana had opened it, she had started to write
something, but she was unable to find the words. What could she say? “Muslims
are only allowed to marry other Muslims. It says so in the Qur’an”, Sana remembered
saying to Noora. She was trying to discourage her from seeing Yousef as
anything other than a friend. She
scrolled through his sea of blue messages. After Sana hadn’t answered he
had started sending question marks. And “is everything okay”. She finally got
to the original messages. The ones that had changed everything. “I’m not Muslim”
and “I don’t believe in Allah”. Sana sighed. She wanted to cry. But whenever
she tried the tears wouldn’t come. Sana always prided herself in being tough.
When she was little she and Elias would get into fights, and she never lose.
She wouldn’t win either, but she kept at it, never breaking, never crying,
never wanting to show any weakness. And now? All she wanted was to cry. And she couldn’t.
“Sana!” she heard her mother calling. “Dinner’s ready”. Her heart stopped. She didn’t want to leave this room as long as Yoursef was still out there.
“I’m not hungry!” She yelled back.
She heard foot steps towards her room. Sana put her phone away. “Please
just help me set the table”
“Why don’t you ask Elias?”
“Don’t start with me”, her voice turned stern. Sana knew she had angered
her mother. She never liked it whenever Sana threw her double standards about
Sana and Elias in her face. “Elias has guests. Help me”.
*Yang slammed open the door to her and Ruby's room with tears in her eyes.* Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! *yang shouted as she punched the wall repeatedly before slumping down against it onto the floor holding her hands to her face.*
*Meanwhile Ruby rushed in from the bathroom in a panic.* What Happen!? I heard banging! *She then spotted her sister sitting shaking on against the wall and quickly rushed over.* Yang? Are you alright? What's wrong?
*Yang sniffled wiping the tears from her red eyes.* It's nothing Ruby. Just... Just go away.
Yang. It's clearly not nothing. Please talk to me. I just want to help. *Ruby said moving closer to her sister placing her hand on her shoulder.*
*Yang was silent for a moment, trying to stop the tears from falling as her eyes slowly turn purple.* Fine... I was going to the cafe were Blake went too... I was going to go tell her how I feel about her because I just needed to get this off my chest, ya'know. *Yang sniffled wiping her eyes.* But when I got there I saw her with Sun.
Okay so Blake was hanging out with Sun. That isn't out of- *Ruby started before shouted with more tears in her eyes.*
They were on a date Ruby!
*At this Ruby looked dumbfounded with surprise.* W-what? No. they couldn't be. They are just good friend, Yang. I'm sure it was a misunderstanding.
*Ruby then watched as the anger in Yang's express was overwhelmed with sorrow before looking down at the ground.* That's what I was hope for, Ruby... Right up until They kissed.
oh... Oh Yang. *Ruby whisper as she wrapped her arms around her sister who hugged her back burying her face into her shoulder.* I am so sorry.
What am I going to do Ruby? *sniffle* I love her so much. But I can never be with her. *sniffle. I can't even tell her now. *Yang cried, holding onto Ruby for dear life.*
Shhhhh. It's alright. Let it all out. *Ruby whispered as she stroke Yangs head hugging her until she calmed down.* It'll be okay Yang. Why don't you go take a shower and get ready for bed. Maybe it will help you feel better.
*sniffle.* Yeah... Thank you Ruby.
Anytime. We're sisters after all. We take care of each other. You'd do the same for me... And probably beat up the other person.
Hehe, Yeah I would.
*Ruby walked down stair while Yang is in the shower when she hears the front door open and close.* Oh I guess Blake is back. *She thought to herself when she hear Weiss and Blake begin to talk.*
Welcome back Blake.
Hey Weiss. Where's Yang and Ruby?
Upstairs. Yang's in the shower and Ruby I think went to bed.
Ah I see. I'll put these left overs in the fridge then.
So how did it go?
How did what go?
Your date with Sun.
*Ruby then heard Blake groan as she heard her coat being thrown.* For the last time Weiss. It was not a date. We are just friends and I made that pretty clear to him as well.
What do you mean?
Sigh, Sun kissed me.
He kissed you!?
Yes. And then I slapped him.
WHAT!? Why? I thought you liked him?
As. A. Friend. Honestly, If I knew he was asking me out on a date and not to hang out I would have told him no and that I only see him as a friend. Which He accepted and apologized for kissing me while I apologized for slapping him.
But I don't understand! You talked you were in love with someone blonde that we know. Oh god don't tell me it's Jaune!
What?! No! God No!
Then who? We don't know any other blonde guys and the only other person we both know who is blonde is Yang.
Oh. My god.
Weiss. I'm serious. Shut up.
*It was then just as Weiss opened her mouth to speak Ruby stepped out from around the corner and nearly shouted.* YOU LOVE YANG!
R-RUBY!? *Blake jumped in surprise, nearly dropping the box of sweet as Weiss watched from the chair she sat in.* H-hey. Uh, I thought you were sleep. I, uh, got some sweetd from the cafe if you want any. *Blake then watched as Ruby zipped over infront of her slapping the box out of her hand to the floor, shocking both her and Weiss before Ruby took hold of her shoulder.*
Yeah. Forget that. Is it true!? You Actually love my sister?!
Ruby what is wrong with-
Not now Weiss! I'll example later! Blake! Do you or do you not love Yang!?
Well I mean... *Blake muttered shifting nervously at Ruby's gaze before finally cracking.* Okay Yes. I love Yang but you can't tell her, please.
Oh thank you god!
Blake You are going to go up stair to Yang right now and tell Yang how yu feel. Like right now!
What? Why? *the two said together before looking at each other weirdly then back to Ruby.*
Because Yang has been crying for the past hour thinks you and Sun are dating!
Why would Yang think that and why was she crying about it?
Because she loves you and she saw Sun kissing you!
WHAT!? OH MY GOD! YANG!*Blake Shouted and quickly ran past Ruby and upstairs.*
You think she remembers me saying Yang is in the shower? *Both Weiss and Ruby then looked as they heard a door slam open.*
YANG! IT WASN'T A DATE! I DON'T LOVE SUUUUWHOAMYGOD!
AAAAAAAAAAAH! BLAKE! WHAT THE HELL!?
I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE NAKED!
I JUST GOT OUT OF THE SHOWER! STOP PEAKING AND GET OUT OR AT LEAST GIVE MY A TOWEL!
Yeah I'm going to go with nope. *Ruby then took a bite of a cookie from the box on the floor.*