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The Seven Deadly Sins - Part 3

Originally posted by lethargicmin

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Word Count: 7k

Genre: ?, (Future) Smut

Series: 1. Lust / 2. Gluttony / 3. Greed (1) /

Comment: I wanted to put Greed all into one post, but it started to get too long for my taste. I’ve broken it into two sections, and the smut will be mainly in the second one. Hope you like it!

Description: Seven men helped shape you into who you are. Whether they were friends, enemies, or lovers, they all left a long lasting mark on your life, for better or for worse.

Greed

           You had a bagged tux slung over your shoulder, your boss’s breakfast in your left hand, two coffees in your right and a phone jammed in between your shoulder and ear as you carefully climbed into the back of the taxi. You smiled at the familiar driver thankfully as he began to drive to your destination.

           “I’m sorry Mrs. Park, you know how he is,” you said into the phone. One of your tasks this morning was to phone his mother and cancel their dinner plans for the night, a call that you had made a dozen times before, both to his mother and others. He preferred to leave that kind of stuff to you.

           “Tell him I love him and I hope to see him soon,” she replied hopefully. From the times you had talked to her she seemed like a sweet woman, but you were sure she was tired of receiving your calls. They tended to come with disappointing news.

           “I will. I hope you stay healthy, Mrs. Park. The next time I call I’ll try to have something more positive to tell you,” you promised.

           “Thank you, Y/n. Take care of him for me,” she sighed.

           “I will.”

           Not like you had a choice at the moment. You have been working as Mr. Park’s assistant for the past two years, a position that paid well but ate up way too much time. The work that was done at the office wasn’t very difficult; it was all of the extra stuff he required you to do that made the job less enjoyable.

           You followed a strict schedule every week, one that you had grown accustom to and didn’t change often. You picked up his laundry on Sundays and Thursdays. You brought him his breakfast at seven, a second coffee at noon, his lunch at two, and dinner if he made you stay long enough. While he drank his morning coffee you would inform him on his appointments for the day, taking notes as he directed which to cancel and new ones he was interested in making. You set up his appointments, both work related and personal. He made his own dates and plans but you were the one that called to cancel them, whether it be a family dinner or a girl he was seeing.

           You were used to it by now, but hadn’t always been. When he had first asked you to begin doing all his personal errands, you brought it up to him in an attempt to bring an end to it.

           “Is it appropriate for me to be taking care of some of your personal matters when I’m only your assistant?” You had asked nervously, close to him as you rolled the lint roller over the suite he wore. He rose an eyebrow, surprised by your question.

           “Why would you think it wasn’t?” He asked.

           “They aren’t normal tasks that are given to assistants,” You replied. Can’t he take the lint off his clothes himself?

           “You know what else isn’t normal? Your salary. Do you think other assistants make what you do? Did you want to change that as well?” He snapped, the frustration clear in his voice. His eyes bore down into yours, his jaw locked in anger. I moved behind him to roll the roller over his back to avoid his gaze.

           “No, sir. I’m sorry.”

           You walked into his office as you saw the time, knowing he would be showing up any minute now. You placed his coffee and bagel down on his desk and laid his tux out on one of the chairs before taking your usual spot on the couch, placing your coffee on the small table next to it.

           Mr. Park walked in right as you sat down, nodding an acknowledgment as he strode in before sitting down at his desk. He wore a light grey button up shirt tucked in his slacks, his belt tight against his waist to leave his body on display. He sighed as he opened his computer, picking up his bagel and taking a small bite.

           “Did you finish everything I sent you?” He asked, not looking away from his screed as he typed away at his computer.

           “Like always,” I sighed, my shoulders slouching down a bit. For the past three months he’s been requiring you to come in before him in order to get whatever he wanted done. You thought that maybe you’d be able to go home earlier with the change in schedule, but he always seemed to find more work for you to do.

           “Great. Oh, and if you have any plans tonight I need you to cancel them,” he replied, disappointment washing over your body. It wouldn’t be the first time you had to cancel plans due to work. You closed your eyes and suppressed a groan, thinking about how you would tell Jin. It had been over a month since you had last seen him. When you were free, he was at work, and when you made plans, they fell through. You had planned to go over to his place tonight and spend the night watching movies and enjoy some much needed intimate time with him. None of that seemed like it was happening now.

           “Oh, don’t look too disappointed. I have fun work for you today!” He said excitedly, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

           “Fun?” You questioned. What kind of work could he assign that would be fun?

           “My date fell through for the governor’s dinner party I’m attending tonight,” he explained. He stood up, walking over to examine his tux. You watched him carefully, not understanding where he was going with the conversation.

           “Okay, I’ll call some of your latest dates and see if they can go,” you nodded, taking out your phone to begin scrolling through the missed calls. Most of the time he gave your work number out to the women he dated in order to keep in contact but not have to deal with them if he chose not to.

           “No, it’s too short notice and the last couple girls I went out with were a little trashy,” he replied quickly, waving his hands towards your phone to get you to put it down. You obliged, eyeing him suspiciously.

           “What’s your plan then? Go alone?” you scoffed, letting a bit of your professionalism go as you spoke. You tried to keep your tone formal with him at work, but since you were alone in the office you knew he wasn’t likely to get upset over it.

           “What? Go without a date? No, never,” he laughed, looking at you like you were an idiot. He hated doing anything alone, so much so that you were sure you’d caught him taking his cat to the bathroom with him, to avoid being alone even then.

“I looked at the guest list last night and a couple of important investors are attending, along with owners from some of our rival companies. Can’t go in with a date that looks like a stripper,” he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. You nodded, thinking back to the guest list you had read off to him. You straightened up as you picked up your coffee, about to ask him what it was he planning to do.

           “You’ll be my date.”

Your hand froze as your coffee cup reached your lips, grateful you hadn’t taken a sip or you were sure you’d be choking on it.

           “What? I can’t be your date, I have a boyfriend,” you scoffed, placing your coffee down and standing up.

           “Oh, not like that! I just need to go with someone,” he said quickly, surprised you were fighting him on it.

            “It’s not a favor. It’s for work. I’ll even pay you extra!” He bargained, watching as your face as you began to consider it.

           You thought for a moment, images of your bills spread over your table at home entering your mind. Money was tight this month after your car got towed and you were forced to pay the ticket along with the absurd price of retrieving the car. Extra money wouldn’t hurt. You always worked over time but preferred to save most of your money and more spending money sounded tempting.

           “Fine, fine, just give me a second to cancel my plans,” you sighed, making your way towards the door.

           “It will be fun, I promise!” he yelled after you as you made your way down the hall.

           Jin is gonna be so pissed.

           You went to sit at your desk, rummaging through your purse for your phone. Your heart sank in your chest as you read a text from Jin, expressing his excitement for the night we had planned. It’s not like you could say no to Jimin anyway, he was asking for your help with something that was work related, you thought as you attempted to reassure yourself.

You closed your eyes a grimaced and you pressed the call button, the ominous rings running through your ears. He doesn’t work until the afternoon so you knew he’d be able to pick up.

           “Y/n?” He answered, an edge present in his groggy voice. There weren’t many reasons you’d be calling during work unless it was to cancel plans or tell him you were staying later than planned. He already knew why you were calling.  

           “I’m sorry,” you whispered into the phone, his frustrated sigh leaving him before you could finish speaking.

           “Are you serious? What is it this time?” He demanded. Your mind raced, wondering whether or not it was smart to tell him the truth.

           “I’m not sure actually. I think he’s just having me do stupid errands all night,” you lied, unable to stop the words as they scrambled out of your mouth.

           What were you supposed to say? I’m canceling because I have to go to dinner party with my boss. Yeah, like that would end well.

           He stayed silent for half a minute before responding.

           “Did he know we had plans today?” He asked, accusations leaking into his voice.

           “No, of course I didn’t tell him. Stuff just came up,” you reassured him. He believed Jimin purposely made it so you couldn’t have a life outside of him. Jin always found it suspicious that you were pulled away from dates, being forced to cancel plans and always having to leave him hanging. It was one of the many reasons you had already started looking into getting another job.

           “He—

           “Look, I’ll make sure I’m free all of tomorrow. I’ll leave my phone at home just in case he tries to interrupt, and if he really needs someone I am sure someone can fill in for me for a day. I can go over to your house in the morning and we can make breakfast together, and then go do something in the city—like go the movies! Didn’t you say there was some lame—

           “Not lame!” He interjected.

           “Sorry sorry, I meant some super cool movie that’s coming out today that you wanted to see? We can go watch that! Then we can grab dinner and I can spend the night at your place,” you continued excitedly as you could feel both of your moods shift.

           “Ahhgg, alright, alright,” he sighed, a victorious smile spreading across your face.  

           “Thank you Jin, love you” you cooed into the phone, lowering your voice as some of your coworkers passed by.

           “I love you too.”

           You said your goodbyes quickly before throwing your phone back into your bag, ignoring the voice in your head that was beginning to scold you for lying to Jin.

           It’s not like anything is gonna happen, you told yourself. There is just not point in worrying Jin over nothing.

           You walked back into the office in a much better mood and told him you had already canceled your plans. You made arrangements for the night, surprised when he offered to buy you a dress and have someone help you get ready.

           “Yeah that would be great, thank you,” you smiled, the idea of being able to play dress up for a night exciting you.

           “Don’t sound too grateful, I just need to make sure you look good. Don’t want you to go get ready on your own and show up looking like a mess,” he jabbed, smiling at your playfully.

           You threw him a dirty look with a sigh, wishing he had just left it at your thank you.

           The rest of the day went by normally. You did research for his upcoming projects, helped some of your coworkers with any problems they came across and went along your normal routine. You had to admit that you were pretty excited now. Knowing you were going to be get your work done tonight and still be able see Jin tomorrow made the day fly by.

           Things had begun to get a little rough with Jin. The distance between us only grew the longer we spent apart but you were hoping some time together could make everything feel better again. If you were being honest with yourself, you knew that you had been avoiding Jin a little. Despite how great it was to be around him, his presence brought on its own sets of anxieties which wasn’t something you wanted to deal with after a long day at work. His problems had slowly begun to weigh down on you, but for the past couple weeks you had chosen to forget they existed, to leave him to take care of it instead of you. A person can only change if they want to, and you knew you alone couldn’t help an alcoholic.

           You shook your head, willing away thoughts of Jin.

You looked around your small office sadly, a private space you had thanks to Jimin. Most of the assistants didn’t get their own offices, but since you were his he made sure you did. You looked at the pictures you placed around the room and the colorful notes that were pinned against the wall, thinking back on the nights and mornings spent in this space as a small sadness filled you.

           It felt like a goodbye. You hadn’t gotten any job offers yet, and there was a chance you wouldn’t get any for some time, but it felt like the dinner was one of farewells. You had gotten to know Jimin pretty well, having spent evenings and nights in his office and house, helping him on anything he needed. Eventually you both began to share details about your lives and something like a friendship had begun to form between you two. Despite the slight friendship that existed, it didn’t feel worth the strain it was putting on all your other relationships. Jin and your mom hated him since the very beginning, ever since you shared with them how he treated other people and how he spent his money.

           You didn’t keep track of his finances (thankfully or you are sure you’d have a heart attack), but you didn’t have to to see how he spent it. He refused to donate any of it to charity, no matter how much excess money he had. He said he didn’t want to help people that would never help him. Instead, he spent his money on nights out, on women, on drinks and dinners, on houses and cars. He didn’t lend money to his brother when his medical bills had begun to pile up, saying he didn’t want to lend money out to someone who would never pay it back even though the amount of money his brother was asking for was minuscule, at least for him. He didn’t lend money to people he knew because he didn’t want people to use him.

           So basically, he had an excuse for every situation in which he wanted to keep his money to himself. His flirty and funny persona didn’t always reflect his selfishness, leaving people with a feeling of whiplash as they wet between his sweet laugh to his unwillingness to give.

           He let you out of work at four, the earliest you had left work in a long time, which didn’t mean much since he said he’d send a car to get you at five. You rushed home to shower, allowing yourself time to enjoy the hot water against your skin. You shaved and cleaned yourself up well, the smell of your soap coming off your skin as you stepped out of the shower. You threw on jeans and a t-shirt, leaving your face bare. You grabbed your make up bag and threw it in your purse as you heard the honk outside.

           Before you knew it you were in his house, a place you were familiar with at this point, looking through the dresses that had been hung up in one of the spare rooms. After trying on your favorites you settled on a royal blue dress that clung closely to your body, stopping half way down your thighs. It left your neck and chest exposed as it plunged downwards, attempting to make up for the skin it revealed by covering up your shoulders and arms in its long sleeves. You picked out a black clutch and black heels that were on the short side, making sure you wouldn’t be taller than Jimin.

           Jin was much taller than you, so you normally never had to worry about the size of heels you wore. You groaned at the direction your thoughts had taken, wishing he hadn’t come to mind. You pushed the guilt down, fixing the strap of the heel around your ankle.

           It wasn’t until Kami, one of the workers he hired for tonight, had finished your makeup and hair that he came in, sitting in the seat next to you.

           You wore your hair half up, the remaining of your hair styled in loose curls that fell down your back. She had left your eye makeup natural, an eye shadow only a shade or two darker than your skin dusted over your lids, thin fake lashes over your own to make them appear thicker. A coral blush laid against your cheeks, bringing a warmth to your face that wasn’t overwhelming. The subtleness of the rest of the makeup let the attention lay on your mouth, your lips painted a deep shape of red.

           He whistled in appreciation as you watched him through the mirror, his eyes making his way from your face to your body.

           “Oh shut up,” you hissed, slapping him on the shoulder, pretending you didn’t appreciate the compliment.

           When you both weren’t at work the air between you was lighter and you didn’t have to watch how you acted around him as much. Despite that you kept it professional at work most of the time, you had known him long enough and spent enough time with him that it was only natural.

           “How do I look?” He asked, getting up to stand in front of you. He wore his usual black slacks, a royal blue button up shirt peeking out from under his suit jacket. His suit accentuated his waist, the slight padding in the shoulders making him look a little bigger than he was. The material of his slacks stretched over his thighs tightly, your eyes trying to move past that area quickly to keep some modesty. His light blonde hair was combed up and to the side, which would have left his eyes as the main focus on his face if it wasn’t for his lips.

           You looked away, your ears turning pink, your eyes darting back to his shirt as you realized you wore the same shade of blue.

           “Oh my gosh, are we matching? One of us has to change!” You laughed, pointing at his shirt.

           “If you insist,” he shrugged innocently, beginning to shake off his jacket.

           “No, Jimin! Never mind, leave it on,” you half shrieked in panic, knowing full well he would. He laughed loudly, throwing his head back as he effortlessly pulled his jacket back it place.

“I just didn’t realize you were the type that liked matching outfits. I’ll have to buy us matching sweaters for the Christmas party,” you joked; trying to make the conversation as light as you could in hopes he wouldn’t take notice of your reactions.

“A hundred bucks says I’ll wear it,” he bargained, reaching his hand out to initiate a bet. That’s another thing he liked to spend his money on, betting and gambling.

“I do not have a hundred dollars to bet,” you whined out dramatically, his hand falling back to his side in disappointment.

“Ugh, fine,” he grumbled, sitting down next to me.

“How did Jin react when you told him you were coming?” he asked casually, his innocent tone going against his half smirk.

“He didn’t think much of it,” you stated simply. He raised an eye brow, challenging your lie. You shrugged, trying to appear as convincing as possible.

“I told him you needed someone to accompany him to a dinner because you couldn’t go alone. He said he understood,” You continued, refusing of giving him the satisfaction of believing he made Jin jealous, something he managed to do day in and day out.

“He knows he has nothing to worry about,” you added, turning your attention to the mirror as you made sure your lip stick was perfect. You heard him chuckle, rising from his seat.

“I’ll be in the car, making sure to take a coat with you,” he reminded before disappearing.

You had been to a couple of these dinners before but never as a guest. Normally you came to drop something off to him, and once to collect him after he got in a drunken fight with one his brothers, but this time it was very different. You could feel eyes on you as you walked around and greeted people, your arms casually linked together for the sake of appearances. You refused the glasses of champagne and alcohol they offered you, sipping on a coke instead.

“You don’t drink?” he asked curiously, realizing he had never heard you accept any invites to drink with coworkers.

You stirred your straw in your soda, watching the tiny bubbles fizzle up.

“Sometimes,” you admitted, not meeting his gaze. You didn’t want to think about Jin, not right now, and you especially didn’t want to talk to Jimin about it. Lately, you didn’t want to drink, flashes of Jin drunk and emotional running through your mind whenever you tried. You knew you could control how much you drank, but you no longer felt like doing it at all.

He didn’t push it, ordering his drink and taking a sip.

“Let’s go dance a little,” he said suddenly, getting up and looking at you expectantly. You paused, staring at his outstretched hand.

“Come on, it will be fun. It will get your mind off whatever you are worrying about,” he added. Before you could reject his offer his grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the dancing crowd, making your way deep into the group of people before he stopped, turning to face you.

The music was loud in your ears, its notes low and energetic. He placed his hands on your hips as you began to dance to the music, making sure to keep some distance between your bodies as you placed your arms around his neck. As the time ticked by you began to relax more, enjoying yourself as you let your body move against him to the beat of the music. It wasn’t long before beads of sweat began to run down your neck as your body temperature rose, everyone’s body so close together that it made it impossible to keep cool. You looked up at him for the first time, realizing you had been avoiding his gaze, to find his eyes boring down into yours, a bead of sweat running down his jaw. You felt a heat begin to grow in the pit of your stomach, and you stalled your movements in panic. It wasn’t the first time you had felt this way around him, but this time it felt more intimate. You raised your lips to his ear to excuse yourself, weaving through the crowd and to the bathroom.

Once inside you went straight to the mirror, unsurprised when you were met with an excited look in your eye. Your hair had begun to stick to your back with sweat, heat emanating off of your skin. You grabbed paper towels to try to dab as much of it as you could off your body. Thankfully your make up was intact but you dabbed at it with a towel anyway, giving yourself time to calm the excitement that ran through your body.  

It was natural. Everyone was attracted to other people, even when they were in a relationship. You’re sure Jin has been attracted to his fair share of girls, so it’s not like this was any different, you thought, trying to convince yourself.

But it was different. Jin didn’t go out dancing with his female bosses; he didn’t lie about it and pretend everything was okay.

It wasn’t wrong though because nothing was happening, right? You are just here for work, you are here because your boss needs you here, and that’s all. But if that was true, then why couldn’t you shake the guilt that crept through your body?

You walked back out, searching the room for him, determined to go home. You had spent enough time here anyway, and maybe if you pretended to be sick he’d let you go without a fight. Just as you spotted him someone moved in front of you, blocking your view. You stared at him for a moment before you realized who he was.

“Y/n, isn’t it? I’m surprised to see you here,” Mr. Jung said, a friendly smile on his face. His dark brown hair laid perfectly against his forehead, covering his eyes in a shadow. He had a sweet and cheeky smile, his eyes friendly and welcoming. Despite his friendliness, he was one of the last people you wanted to run into. You wanted to smack yourself as you thought back to the guest list, watching in your mind’s eye as his name popped out at you on the list you had read out to Jimin earlier.

Mr. Jung interviewed you two days prior, an interview that had gone unforgotten until now. It’s not like the interview went badly, that wasn’t the reason you didn’t want to see him. It had actually gone pretty well. You had made it through the first round of general interviews before getting your second one with him directly. He seemed like a good person and he had said he liked you, so you were hopeful that you would be able to get it.

The reason you didn’t want to run into him tonight was because you were here with Jimin. Jimin, your boss, who had zero idea you were looking into quitting your job as his assistant. It’s not like you owed him anything besides the two weeks’ notice you were required to give, but it still felt like a betrayal.

“Mr. Jung, it’s nice to see you,” you replied, your voice smooth and sweet, the one you saved for work. You took in the sight of him, his burgundy suit tailored to his body perfectly, showing off his lean figure.

Maybe if you excuse yourself quickly it will all be fine. You can find Jimin and leave, and he wouldn’t be the wiser. He might not have even noticed this interaction and you can go without having to explain anything.

“Who did you come here with?” He asked curiously, eyeing the area around you to see if anyone had been hovering near you. Before you could answer, Jimin appeared at your side, sliding his arm around your waist.

Panic bubbled in your chest.

“Hello, Hoseok,” Jimin snarled as he pulled you closer to him. You looked at him wide eyed, shocked at his sudden appearance. He didn’t meet your eyes, his eyes trained on Mr. Jung. You continued to stare at him, confused for a moment until his words and tone clicked in your head.

He knows him. And he doesn’t like him.

Your eyes bounced in between them, watching as the friendly aura of Mr. Jung shifted, annoyance painted across his face and he stood up straighter, his eyes guarded.

“Jimin,” he greeted, looking from you, to Jimin, to his arm around your waist. As he took in the sight of Jimin pressed close to you his face relaxed, a smirk playing on his features.

“You came with Jimin?” He asked, pulling his glare away from Jimin to look at you questionably, cocking his head. During the interview you had spoken of your work history so you knew he was aware that Jimin was your current boss. You wanted to say something, to stop the conversation from continuing or pull Jimin away, but your words stayed trapped in your throat and your feet were cemented to the ground. You composed yourself, smiling up at Mr. Jung as you shifted away from Jimin’s arm, not wanting Mr. Jung to take it the wrong way. Before you could reply and explain that you were only here as company and not a date, Jimin began to speak.

“Yes, why do you want to know?” He asked, his grip tightening around your waist as you tried to move away. Mr. Jung nodded his head, his eye brows lifting in the air in feigned surprise, already having assumed an answer from our proximity.

“I thought you weren’t allowed to date your assistants?” Mr. Jung inquired, keeping his eyes on Jimin’s as he swirled the drink in his glass. Jimin chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“How did you know she was my assistant? Keeping tabs on me?” he questioned with amusement. Your eyes stayed locked on Mr. Jung, hoping to catch his gaze and let your expression relay the prayer you were making in your head.

Please don’t mention the interview, please don’t mention the interview, please don’t men—

“God no, I don’t care enough about you to do that. I know because I interviewed her earlier this week,” he stated simply with a shrug. You watched as his mouth continued moving, wishing something would strike him down and stop the words that were flying out of his mouth.

“Is that why you’re interested in working under someone else, Y/n? So you don’t have to work for your boyfriend?” he asked, a question that you would have believed to be in good  nature and not a deliberate jab if it wasn’t for the threatening glint present in his eyes. In your peripheral you could see Jimin’s confidence waver, no longer understanding the situation. You swear you could feel your heart stop for a moment before it began to thump dangerously in your chest, the anxiety burning in your stomach.

Jimin looked over at your now, looking to you for answers. He searched your panicked face, your mouth opening and closing as it attempted to let out words. You watched as his features twisted, the way you had watched many times, as we switched from Jimin to Mr. Park, grasping Mr. Jung’s question.

“She’s not interested in working for someone else,” he replied flatly, his hand sliding down to your hip, his fingers wrapping around you painfully.

Mr. Jung chuckled, taking a moment to take a sip of his drink. He sighed dramatically as he shook his head.

“You should have told me that earlier Y/n so I didn’t have to waste time interviewing you. I was actually going to call you tomorrow and offer you the job, but now that—

His words broke you out of your trance, your voice finally making its way out of your body to object.

“No! I do want—

Jimin’s hand came up to grab onto your arm, jolting you harshly to the side to pull you towards the exit. You stumbled, your legs betraying you as they let you fall towards to floor. You smacked forward into someone’s arms, wrapping around your to keep you up. You stood up quickly, thankful for the save, and looked up to find Mr. Jung’s eyes looking down at you worriedly, the menacing look in his eyes no longer present. His hands lingered on your arms to make sure you stayed up and you could feel Jimin’s stare boring into both of you.

Your mind raced as you tried to understand everything that was happening. You felt a fear grow in your chest, realizing how Jimin had just handled you. He was normally more calm and collected when he got upset but there were times when he let his anger get the best of him. If you had known he would get so upset at finding out you wanted to stop working for him you would have ran away at the first sight of Mr. Jung or just never come at all.

“What the hell was that? Is that how you treat people?” Mr. Jung cursed over to Jimin, moving your body behind him as Jimin began to stalk closer.

“How to fuck is it any of your business? Worry about yourself,” Jimin growled, his lips pulled back tightly, stepping closer to Mr. Jung until his face was inches from his. His chest moved harshly under his jacket, his breath erratic as he let the anger he was feeling consume him.

You realized now that people had begun to stare, a small circle forming as people moved away to give you space but stayed to watch. You took a small step back, considering leaving the situation as fast as you could. Jimin’s eyes flashed over to you, the look in his eyes forcing you to stay in place.

You watched Mr. Jung’s shoulders jerk as he chuckled in his face, his hands coming up to his hips.

“You’re still like this Jimin? Trying to keep everything and everyone to yourself?” He asked, his voice calm and controlled. Jimin continued to stare at him down, but Mr. Jung kept his ground.

“Do you treat all your girlfriends like that? Like toys you don’t want to share? Is that how you see them?” He spat, moving even closer to Jimin as a challenge.

And just like that Jimin was shoving past him, knocking him away and pushing you out of the door. His hand held onto your wrist tightly as he lead you to his car, your feet screaming in pain as his pace began to mimic that of a run. You called his name, trying to get his attention and get him to stop and talk, but he kept his pace until we reached the car. He opened the door and stood silently, looking forward and refusing to meet your gaze.

“Jimin, what—

“Just get in car,” he said flatly.

You stared at him carefully, weighing the situation in your head before you stepped inside the warmth of the car. He closed the door loudly, walking over to the other side to sit on the seat next to you.

Despite that you hated awkward silences you begged the universe to let you have it. You looked forward, hoping that he would just let you keep quiet and drive you home.

He was most definitely going to fire you now. You knew you had embarrassed him, not only in front of a crowd but directly in front of someone he seemed to despise. Your head shot up in panic as you heard the partition begin to rise, separating you from the driver and leaving you two alone.

Without letting him begin you began to shoot out apologies, wanting to communicate how guilty you felt.

“Jimin, I’m so sorry, I had no idea he would be there or that you guys even knew each other! I didn’t mean for…” you stopped speaking as he shook his head, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

“What is it you want?” he asked quietly, slumping against the back of the seat. You finally looked at him, your eyes met with his profile. He had unbuttoned a few buttons off his shirt and untucked his dress shirt a bit in order to make him feel less constrained. He had his head back against the back of the seat, looking up at the roof of the car. His fingers rubbed at his temples while the other was gripping his thigh tightly.

“What do you mean?” You asked quietly, moving your eyes away from him as he let out a long sigh. You looked out the dark window, watching the trees and houses that flashed past your view. He no longer looked as angry as he had back at the party, instead looking more tired and frustrated.

“What do I need to give you for you to stay?” He whispered, his deep voice echoing inside your mind. Wait, he isn’t firing you? There is hope for change?

You thought through the question as he met your eyes, trying to think of what exactly you needed changed for you to stay at the job. As the answer came to mind your face dropped, knowing your request wasn’t one he could grant.

“There’s nothing I want that you can give me,” You answered, your voice small.

“Tell me what it is,” he said slowly, dragging out his request. You took a deep breath, letting the words form in your mind before speaking them out loud.

“I need to have enough time to have a life. I work all day and never have a chance to do anything outside of it. I’ll stay if I can get my hours cut,” you bargained, but you knew there was no point. If there was one thing he didn’t want it was for you to be around less.

“Is this because of Jin?” he accused, traces of venom leaking into his voice. You preferred not to talk about Jin with him but you were sure he knew Jin didn’t like him. They had met on a couple of occasions and Jin wasn’t one to hide his distaste. Jimin was polite about it but you knew he returned his feelings.

“Partly. I also have other people I want to spend time with, or even just relax,” you said honestly, trying to move the conversation away from Jin. His name sounded like a curse when Jimin spoke it and it wasn’t the way you liked to hear his name.

Jimin paused, looking away from you to the blackness of the partition in front of him. The mood in the car was tense as the silence began to fill the car, the only sound audible to your ears being your heart beat and his breathing.

“You’re right, I can’t give it to you,” he murmured, confirming your thoughts. You didn’t feel disappointed. You couldn’t. You knew Jimin well enough to know what he was willing to give, or more likely than not, not to give.

“I know,” you replied softly, relaxing your body against the seat. Your back had begun to hurt with the effort you were making in staying in a straight and stiff position. It felt like you were talking to Jimin again and you began to feel less threatened.

“Think of something else. I can buy you something. I can raise your pay, I can—

“There is nothing else I want Jimin,” you interrupted quickly, not wanting to drag it on. What was there to do now? Where you just going to go back to work with him knowing you were just waiting for an opportunity to leave? If he fired you, did you have enough money saved to live off of before you found another job? Maybe you could move in with Jin and split bills. He had brought up moving in together on more than one occasion, and although the situation wasn’t ideal you knew everything would still be okay.

You were too lost in thought to notice that Jimin had begun to move closer to you, shifting in his seat to close the distance, close enough that you could feel his breath on your cheek. You turned your head to find his face inches from yours, causing you to flinch back against the door.

His eyes bore down into yours with determination, his face serious and alluring. You felt something begin to form in your body, a twitch of a hot feeling waking up inside you. Your heart began to race against your chest, your hands beginning to shake on your lap. He moved his eyes from your eyes to your mouth, letting his intentions out in the open. He moved his hand to your knee, his fingertips barely brushing against your skin as he moved his way upwards. He took it slow, giving you the opportunity to reject him if you wanted to.

He smirked as he reached the hem of your dress, cocking his head to the side as his fingers continued to slide past it. Your mind went blank, focusing on the feeling of his hand on your thigh and the way we was looking at you.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned in, moving his lips to your ear.

“I know what I can give you,” he whispered.

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Confessions (Elliot Alderson)

word count: 2, 075

summary: Y/N spends the night at Elliot’s apartment which leads to a confession. 

dedicated to: @pandalandalopalis

a/n: I LOVED WRITING THIS SO MUCH?? ELLIOT DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE??? Also, two updates in one day AND I wrote this one in like three hours. I just loved this idea so much! (Re-named the one-shot because it sounded better and fit the story)

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anonymous asked:

theres something that i've been stuck on for a while, how do you say "since" when comparing time? for example "it's been 3 months since we last spoke" or "things have been so much better since they got married." I'm good enough with the language to get through the rest of those sentences but the word since is always where I draw a blank.

In this context, I believe the right answer is to use desde hace

The hace is not a literal hacer, but it gets used as “ago”, and desde by itself means “since/from”… like desde ayer “since yesterday”


You can use hace + a length of time to mean “___ ago”, so hace 10 meses “10 months ago”, or hace dos horas “two hours ago”

Normally, you use hace to mean “ago”… hace 3 meses que… “it’s been three months since ___” and it requires a verb.


For your situation I would use hace or desde hace, but to me desde hace feels the most correct (native speakers advise) when there’s a length of time mentioned:

No hablamos desde hace 3 meses. = It’s been three months since we spoke. [more literally “we don’t speak / haven’t spoken after 3 months”]


For the second one,  desde que by itself would be used since it’s just a verb and not a length of time:

Las cosas siguen mejorando desde que se casaron. = Things continue to get better since they got married.


A more concise answer:

  • hace + length of time = length of time “ago”
  • hace + length of time + que + conjugated verb = length of time “ago” (that something happened)
  • desde + time word/day/month/year = since that time
  • desde + time word/day/month/year + que + conjugated verb = (something happened) since that time
  • desde hace + length of time = since length of time “ago”

I’m not sure if I totally explained it well, so if someone else would like to weigh in and tell me if I’m right/wrong, or add things, please do.

*The que always involves a conjugated verb in this sense, because it connects two conjugated verbs

Today was the first time in two years my mother said your name.
It’s almost like before this, everyone knew better than to talk about you.
But today, two years later, something is different.
My face is glowing and I laugh at jokes, even the really bad ones. I began smiling at strangers again and I finally brought out the boxes beneath the bed. Last night, I sat on my bed with your Valentines Day letter from 3 years ago in my lap. My mother walked in and she smiled for the first time in months at the idea of you.
What I’m trying to say is, I’m okay now. I can talk about you without wanting to cry and when they ask about you, my hands don’t shake anymore. Instead they remember. They remember your smile and your hazel brown eyes and the way you tripped on the curb of the street on that summer night.
What I’m trying to say is that I’m not ashamed for loving you so much that I couldn’t get out of bed for 3 months after that. I’m not ashamed to say that I still love you now and it has stopped being a bad thing.
I have stopped thinking wrongfully of you and instead, I am happy for the time we got, for the things we taught each other, for the laughs, and the good days and even the bad ones. I am happy for the first times and the lasts, for the letters and the ashes they became afterwards, and I am happy for loving you. I am happy because I found it in myself to see the good in you. I am happy because we are both out in the world doing the best we can, and because we still carry each other around somewhere on the inside. I am happy because we shared the kind of love that lasts and I am happy because we will keep sharing it for many more years.
—  When It Stops Being Terrible, Call Me // thewordsyouneverunderstood

Cas being cursed to only tell the truth.

Cas still mostly speaks freely with Sam as they work to unlock the spell, but he’s very careful about what he says around Dean. If he’s at all in doubt about what’s going to come out of his mouth, he keeps it shut.

“Why’d you even grab that damn necklace instead of me in the first place?” Dean says. “You must have been able to sense it was cursed.”

Cas says nothing.

“Why are you still hanging onto that bookmark I gave you?” Dean says. “I can buy you a better one.”

Cas says nothing.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Dean says. “They’re just glasses, I need them to read, now, okay?”

Cas says nothing.

Dean takes Cas out to a diner to try to take his mind off things, and also possibly try to get to the bottom of the fact that since the curse hit, Cas has hardly said two words together to him.

Cas keeps very, very quiet. He’s doing so well.

Dean picks a fry off his plate, and then another, and then reaches over and switches their plates so that he can do the job properly.

“Why d’you never complain when I do that?” Dean says, when the waitress has taken their plates away. “Take your food without asking.”

Cas thinks for a moment. Because I don’t really get hungry, anyway, is what he means to say.

“Because I love you,” is what comes out of his mouth.

Castiel only hates the curse for around thirty seconds longer. Ten for Dean to get over the shock. Ten more for Dean to really get over the shock. Ten more for Dean to say Cas, and reach over the table, and grab his hand.

Dean kisses truths out of Cas’ mouth all night, until every single one is spilled. I watched you raking those leaves. I killed a thousand copies of you in Heaven but I couldn’t kill you, the real you, not ever. I would have stayed with you as a demon, as the king of Hell himself. Because I love you.

The curse breaks by the dawn, all truths spent.

The magic, however, is only just beginning.

I’m sorry. I wish I could have been more stable for you. I wish I was not so impatient and tempestuous and cold. I wish I was not so judgemental; I swear I am trying to stop. I am trying to be excited and more gentle and less cruel. I am trying to be soft and kind and yours yours yours.

But it feels like we are running on borrowed time and I am not getting better quickly enough. Soon you are going to get so sick of this mess and when you leave I am going to stick two fingers down my throat again.

Jesus fuck. Just look at this catastrophe of blood and guts. I’ll get some bleach and we can clean up the mean words. We both know this is going to end with splintered hearts but not yet, not today. Hand me the sponge, I’ll make it go away. Give me a weak smile and I’ll fall asleep on your chest. I’m sorry. I’ll drift off whispering ‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I know you deserve better. I’m sorry it’s this way.’

—  S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #135
“But what if I never love anyone like I loved him?”
     "You won’t,“ he said, “You’ll love again, but it will be different.”
     She looked up at him, and he swore he saw hope alive in her eyes. Or maybe it was desperation. The line between the two had always been so thin.
     Either way he promised, “It will be better.”
—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write

I have been trying to write this letter to you for three days. And if you still know anything about me, I never get writer’s block for this long. I’ve read some books and they say to let your words sit, do not reedit a thing until you have drained the neck dry of ink. I have been trying to write this for you for three days and I have been sleeping right before the words came out, but I think there’s no better time than now. I should not write this, but I must. That’s the thing about loving someone like you. You may not be here, but the little clearing you left beside my bed has grown weeds and I’ve been plucking, baby, I’ve been trying to grow myself and I have been trying to forget about the times we have spent smiling and I talked to your sister in law two days ago and I told her about my guilt, but she reassured that I always made you happy even if it meant you ended up breaking down in tears and I have spent these last three days wondering as to why you fall in love with boys who have dark eyes and their favorite color is red. I have been lost in the sea of this so called ocean in my eyes that you have sank into and I have been trying to burn this thick bridge made from gold, but it shortens away and you claim the soul of your lovers are all made from fire, but I’ve been around your heart long enough to know that it isn’t us.

Not your new guy. Not your old guy.

Not the ones who have tried
to unhook your bra.

Not the ones who have tried
to face your smile.

Not me.

It’s you.

Before we started to write this painful story, we were just friends and like everyone else we decided to write these little letters from across the hallways of history and empty skulls of the past and the first time I felt the weight of your soul as you hugged love into me near the red stairway of high school, I think I finally felt the embrace of beauty and sin and the time I got caught at your place and knew your parents would never accept young kids who didn’t plan to grow up– I think they knew too.

It would not end well for us and I know I’ve said it in the worst way, but: I still love us.

And I have been trying to call you for the past three days, but I am this close to forgetting your number and I have been trying to text you, but I am this close to forgetting the way your smile looks and I have been trying to not love you because your new guy deserves everything that you could not give to me and you deserve everything that I could not give to you and I love him this much for it and if the poetry isn’t enough, do you know our curse?

You are burdened to read forever
and I’m burning to always write.

The fucking fireplace you lit never doused.

The fucking smile you put into my thoughts–

It never fucking left.

And I know I have a sailor’s mouth–
and I know I loved like a snake’s bite–

But if it meant anything to you,
the poetry is not painful,
it just sounds like pain.

The poetry still reminds me of two kids who sat and laughed at the corniness of love and what it meant to make mistakes. To get jealous of lovers who could never touch us again and I stopped comparing you to the sun when you started to show colors of a phoenix that never stops dying to keep my heart forever in ashes–

Forever in flames and baby,
I know I don’t call anymore and I know the poetry isn’t sweet anymore and I know it just means that we’re becoming islands and you’re filled with different variations of birds, of nightingales who dare to travel the sea–

Who don’t give any care about loveless people we have fell for and I’m sorry that we still love like those two kids who sat in front of that piano and played our sad, sad notes about never stopping for a second as long as we were together and I’m sorry that we came to this.

We’re five planets away and three oceans apart, but these past few days–

These last three fucking days.

I have been thinking about you.
I have been meaning to call you.
I have been wanting to love you.
I have been needing to need you.

And it’s not the same as before,
because the past is the past
and I have broken my promise
of always being there and I
could not keep such a simple one:

To always pick up.

How can I pick up when all I want to do is scream because I am not okay and it’s been almost a year and I should be over this and I should not reach for a heart that still has mine attached to it and they say that love creates emptiness where fullness used to be, but if being there for you everyday said anything about me, it was that even if I did love you wrongfully, even if I was the worst.

There was some right to me.

And we used to do this cute thing where we would take turns being right and I loved it so much, but selfish as it seems we always fought to be right and I know I haven’t written to you lately about things that really mattered unless I hid behind a song of metaphors all intended to break you, but I’m tired of hiding from myself and if I’m being honest.

I still love you like we never broke.
I still love you like the first time we smiled.
I still love that picture of us eating ice cream.

I still remember the blues you have left in my dark brown shirt and summer made the fireflies jealous and I know my heart is still around you because I have not made an attempt to steal it back and if you didn’t know or if you’re hiding too. You always had it.

Wrapped inside of a blanket.
Kept inside of a chest.
Locked inside of your safest laughter.
Hidden beneath your palms.

I have been trying to write this for three days and I finally got the guts to address you directly and I know you said that I have been forgiven for the longest time and I know you tried your hardest to remain as friends because when you lost a lover, baby you also lost your best friend and for all of the tyranny that we put each other through I still remember two kids who walked the sand and counted each little drop of the sun ray that dripped into the wrinkles of our youth and I know I couldn’t love you right, but if we could do this cute little thing once more?

Baby, can I be right once more?

Can I be right this time?

I know you still love us
and I still love you too.

I’m sorry that it took three days to write this and I know you love boys with fire in their souls because you placed it there and I know you love the ocean in our eyes because you drowned into it with those blue lightning lips that we once shared. And I know each time your body is shared with boys like us, we tend to electrocute you and we tend to wither your pretty little smile and if you don’t know me anymore, baby, it’s okay. I still look for you in a crowd room and I found you in people that I couldn’t love and it’s okay to fill your heart with things we can’t feel anymore–

But even if you have already let go of us,

I don’t think that I can.

I know that love meant that we spent April trying to find out the perfect way to say it and I know your room is still stained with the times when I threatened to leave and I still find ways to make you feel even if we don’t talk anymore.

I know you have cried a few times because you lost a best friend. I lost mine too.

I know you wanted to call, but know I would never pick up again.

I know you still think about my first smile.

I hope you know that I still think about yours.

I hope you know that I have been meaning to call you mine, but we have moved on and it’s just a slow process to forget the love of my life and I know– I’m 23 years old too young to say such things, but if the poetry you left for me meant anything at all, it is that no one can replace you even if they tried.

Can I be right one more time?

Just this once?

I hope I never become your only regret.

I hope I never forget about you.

I hope he loves you right.

I hope you love him right.

I have been trying to write this for three days and I finally understand why love doesn’t break hearts even.

I finally understand all of the quotes I have read because we are still that deep into this hole like we were when we fell into it.

I finally understand you.

I understand why you left.

I understand why you left the poetry.

I understand why we are.

I understand why we were.

I understand why we will be.

So. I finally wrote this–

—  After three days because I still love you.
// k.c.

yo you know what gets on my fuckin’ nerves

when you’re talking about how a character of color gets treated differently and talked about less and people butt in like ‘uh what are you talking about, I’ve seen plenty people talk about this character of color. maybe you should follow better people.’

ok susan I know that two hundred meta posts on this character of color’s story and characterization feels like a lot but compared to the two hundred thousand meta, fic, art, and goddamn defense squads the white character with the same storyline gets, it’s just a drop in the goddamn ocean. barely a drop. a puff of mist.

we do follow better people, but this is talking about outside the bubble of your fellow coc fans. like you think that just because you see plenty of people talking about this character of color in your circle it’s just equality and sunshine and rainbows for them all around. but really it’s just….scraps. compared to what white characters get, it’s practically crumbs.

Powerless (El Diablo x Reader)

A/N. This bitch is over 5000 words long, so prepare yourselves. The goal is for it to be three parts in total, and i’ve already started part two, so be ready for that (considering how long they are though, it could be a few days). I love this character, and he deserved better, so be prepared for more stuff for him. alright, I hope you guys like this, enjoy!

EDIT! Part 2

EDIT 2! Part 3


The locker room went from almost painfully loud to dead silent in under a second. Every man in the room turned to look at (y/n) as she threw her duffel bag into her locker and began to change. She was used to it. Instead of responding she pulled on her uniform jacket, clipped her belt around her hip, and crouched to lace up her boots, all without looking at the men surrounding her.

There weren’t a lot of women who worked as guards for Belle Reve prison, but even so there was a women’s locker room just down the hall. As a prank– which she later learned happened to every woman on her first day– (y/n) had been assigned a locker in the men’s room. Griggs, and a few of the other men, were hoping to get a laugh or two out of it, but when she changed without complaint, and without giving them anything to look at, they knew the charade had failed.

“(Y/l/n)!” Griggs barked, hoping to at least make her jump. Instead she turned slowly to look at him. He hated this woman already. “I’m Commander Griggs, your superior. Are you aware you’re in the wrong locker room?”

She raised an eyebrow when a couple men snickered around her, but gave him a pleasant smile. “I’m sorry, I must have gotten the wrong locker number. I’ll make sure to have that changed. I hope I didn’t make anyone uncomfortable.” Her sharp eyes swept the room, and more then a few of the men shifted under her gaze. “And technically I serve Amanda Waller. This transfer is only temporary.”

Griggs smiled at that. “Because you were caught fucking your boss.”

That got a reaction from her. A blush spread from the tips of her ears down her neck, but instead of lowering head her eyes hardened and she gritted her teeth. “Yes sir.”

Griggs’s smile grew. She may have outranked him once, but now she was his, and she had best remember that. He would make her remember. “Perfect. Right this way, let’s introduce you to the inmates.”

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“I thought I’d be over it by now you know? I thought that almost two years later, it wouldn’t sting anymore nor would it hurt to think about. I had hope I would be further along in my process, without the occasional long nights and cold sheets waiting whenever I was vulnerable enough to be held.

I thought I would have been better by now, but, I’m not.”

“Did you think memories would just vanish, like losing a box of collectibles or throwing out the ashes of photographs? You don’t get to simply choose what piece of memory stays. They all stay.

And you do get better. You get stronger. You do move on.”

“A little stronger, but I haven’t moved on enough. If it still makes me weak on some nights, I know I’m not strong enough yet.

—  Stories I’ll tell one day #18 – Ming D. Liu
You may find out things that you won’t like about me. You may find out that I write too much, you may find out that I love too much. They say that I pour into cracked glass, but I’ve only been collecting the pieces pierced into the soles of my feet. You may find out things that you’ll like about me. You may find out that I love kissing. Lots of it. The more lips and hickies the better, you may not find words within limbs that refuse to be apart, but I will. You may not like kissing me as much as I like kissing you. You may find out that my feelings will be as stated, when I say that I miss you. I mean it. You don’t have to second guess it. I won’t have to repeat it. You’ll only need to hear it once. You may find out that love could be in the air, or maybe it’s just the weather and we all need a jacket or two to spare. It’s going to be cold this year, it’s going to be tears we won’t want to cry or it’ll be everything that’ll drown where we’ve been wanting to burn. You may find out that love isn’t for us, or I’ll find out the complete opposite. Whatever we find out, I’m just glad it’s with you.
—  10.29.30

i met you at sixteen. i had red lips, dark eyes,
and a mind that was made up. i didn’t want
love. i didn’t need anyone. i had stopped searching.

you met me at nineteen. you had a ego,
a fuck that, kinda thing about you. a stubborn
mind. you didn’t want love. you didn’t need
anyone. you had stopped looking.

we shared two broken hearts. let downs,
and lows. a thousand, five hundred miles in
between us.  we both deserved better.

you talked in a way that a poet falls for. you
had me clinging to every word, paused at
every comma, stopped at every period. i had
you listening, wanting more. you told me about
your mom, i told you about my dad. it was 1 a.m.
and it seemed like the world stopped.
we walked into love.

the distance in between us couldn’t block a
love like this. it traveled over mountains,
roads, the land. it didn’t stop until it was a
one way connection. and all we needed was a
one way ticket.

two years later you still want me. i still need you.
we share a full heart. and i am grateful for every
break up, for ever turn that seemed wrong.
because it led me to the right person.
the one i get to keep.

and here is the promise we have kept,
we would overcome the obstacles. we would
always love first. we would never give up.
that we would take this distance, and fight.
and look where we are baby, you’ve got your flight.

—  i.c. // 30 days and counting…
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