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‘It was a
pretty good Friday in Seoul today’ you thought as you tapped the door code into
your apartment and pulled on the silver handle. You had gone out to see friends
for breakfast at a little café which was nice -except for the arguments that broke
out about boyfriends (but you didn’t have one so that didn’t really matter to
you). At lunch, you decided to treat yourself to some Etude House bits but
found out that nothing half decent came in your colour (the perks of being a
foreigner) and on the way home, it rained.
“Urgh! What
am I thinking, today was terrible” you moaned irritably as you threw yourself
onto your plum sofa, shoes still on. You had lived in Hongdae for about 6
months now and life was good but there were still some ‘basic’ Korean ways that
you couldn’t adapt to very well (like the shoe rule, for instance).
Not very
ready to let your ‘eventful’ day end too soon, you decided to see if any of
your closer friends were around to come and see you for a bit. As you strode to
the fridge to grab some soju and beer out, you surfed down your contact list in
search for your closest friend.
‘DEAN’. You
tapped ‘dial’ and waited for the ringing patiently. Dean had been your best
friend a few months before you moved to Korea. You two had met when you wound
up in the backstage at one of his ‘concerts’, not having any idea who he was
and you never stopped talking to him after. You knew he’d do anything for you
if you wanted it, he was kind like that. But you also knew that being an artist
made him quite busy most weeks and you’d be lucky if he was free today.
The phone
picked up to a smooth voice, slightly crackly because of the transmission.
“Hi!~ Is
everything okay, Y/N-ah?” he asked casually through the silver Samsung.
“Oh, hey
Dean. Do you have much time? I wanted to know if you fancied a drink around
mine and a movie or something?” You asked hopefully as you smiled to yourself
at the sound of his comforting voice.
“Actually,
I’m pretty free at the moment as I’m not really working on much so, sure~ Let’s
have a film night and I’ll bring snacks then” he replied cheerily as you set
the cold drinks down on the table.
“Deal! be
here by 9 then~ I’ll go find a film or something, Bye Oppa!” You giggled as you
hung up the phone to get sorted for his arrival.
You looked
at the clock on your wall, you had 30 minutes before 9 so ‘that should give you
plenty of time’ you thought as you threw your shoes off into the porch and
scurried into your bedroom. You were in your pyjamas already but you decided to
put on more ‘compelling’ pyjamas on for Deans sake.
As you applied the last of your foundation,
you sighed. You have always had a bit of a crush on Dean- I mean, who wouldn’t?
But you didn’t really mind too much about the ‘BFF’ title as you loved your
relationship and wouldn’t want to damage it by telling him something he
probably didn’t feel back at all.
You took one
last look in the mirror before heading out the living room to get a film. Your
hair was in a basic pony tail and you wore some black pyjama shorts and a
loose, white belly top. It wasn’t the greatest but ‘it’ll do’ you thought. Dean
wouldn’t care, that’s the most important thing.
‘DING, DING’
You jumped up from your spot on the sofa at the sound of your familiar
doorbell.
“Chimaek is
here, Miss” He joked as he tapped in the passcode he knew by heart and let
himself in.
“Oppaaa!~”
You called jokingly as you went over to him and leant on his arm. “I haven’t
seen you for so long! You’re always so busy!” You moaned as you tugged him over
to your sofa.
“I know, I
know- it’s been a busy mess in Club Eskimo until now but anyway, I’m here so
what movie is it tonight?” he said, setting his plastic bag of snacks onto the
table and sinking into the plump sofa.
You turned
the lights off, grabbed an adult comedy from the side and stuck it in the flat
screen before sitting yourself on the other side of the 2-seat sofa and
pressing play. Dean leant over and started rooting in his bag of food slowly,
getting ready for the film so you took the opportunity to drink in his image. His
un-styled dark hair made him look natural and cute and his casual jumper made
him look just like a casual friend, not some k-obsession of groups of girls. He
looked relaxed and you loved it. His slender figure showed in his arms as he
reached out, searching for ice creams and his jawline was defined and made him
look irresistible. He finally found two yellow packets of ice creams and tossed
one into your lap, knowing they were your favourite snacks. “Thanks oppa~” you
called back. The movie begun.
Eventually,
the movie became slightly boring with the same sore humour and plot as any
other movie so you changed plans, leaving it on in the background.
“Let’s play
truth or dare” Dean blurted out in the silence, obviously a little nervous
about something, as he just fidgeted while watching the movie.
“Good. But, let’s
have a shot every round to add to the
‘fun’” You suggested, smirking devilishly at the hot mess in front of you.
Dean laughed
at your twist to the game, agreeing straight away.
“Come on
then, Pour up~” He laughed, singing the chorus of Pourup to add to his pun.
You started
the game with light questions and childish dares, laughing and enjoying the
game more and more with each shot you took but you soon began to feel
dangerously close to just spilling out your crush-confession for the boy.
“Do
you…like anybody??” you asked confidently but behind the alcohol, you were a
nervous wreck waiting for his answer.
He stopped
laughing and looked up at you, straight into your eyes. You couldn’t help but
stare back into his dark, beautiful, diamond eyes. He drunk a shot on the table
quickly and answered.
“Yes.” He
answered, not breaking eye contact with you.
“Who..?” You
didn’t want to know, you didn’t want him to tell you, you hated this.. But you
couldn’t stop.
“It doesn’t
really matter, I mean it’s not like she likes me back reeaalyy. Justa crush”
His words were slightly silly and slurred. He was drunk and it would probably
be easy to get the truth out of him but you decided just to leave it and try to
forget.
“Your turn
then” You tried to sound happy but it came out quiet and hurt, you broke eye
contact with him and took another shot- you needed it.
“I like
you.” He said clear enough not to be mistaken, a shy grin appearing on his
face, showing his pearly teeth as he looked down at the empty shot glass in his
hands.
You stared
at him in total disbelief, he couldn’t of just- he..he just said, clearly just
said-
You shook
your head and took a breath.
“Don’t be
daft, you’re just drunk Dean” you teased nervously.
“I’m not
that drunk that I can’t think straight. Look, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said
that. Forget about it, maybe I am a little tipsy you know? Anyway, it’s late
now so I’m going to head off before it gets too late to go..” He trailed off as
he stood up and walked past you to leave.
You don’t
know if it was the alcohol talking or if it was you but you grabbed his arm
gently with your hand, stopping him walking off.
“I like you
too.” You whispered, face bright red from 1000 different emotions. Dean stopped
and turned around in awe, cheeks slowly turning a dusty rose.
“What did
you say, Y/N??” He questioned slyly.
“I
SAID..It’s already too late for you to leave, stupid.. So.. just sleep on the
couch like before, okay?” you stuttered in a flurry before getting up, ready to
rush to bed.
This time it
was Dean grabbing your arm as you went. He grabbed you firmly but gently and
spun you around so you faced him. So you were in his arms, and you faced him.
Things couldn’t get any more perfect. Then he kissed you.
He kissed
you for a while, his cologne scent filling your nose and soft satin skin
pressing against yours. He was dominant in deepening the kiss when he knew you weren’t
going to pull away any time soon. He slid his hands still holding your arms to
wrap around your waist firmly so you brought your dangling arms and placed your
hands on his chest, gripping his jumper and pulling his body closer. Eventually,
he broke the kiss to look at your face (now redder than a lobster) and smirked
in that prize-worthy way that could melt anyone’s heart.
“I heard you
just fine, Y/N” he softly said, bringing his long, attractive hands to stroke
your hot cheek. Embarrassed about your face but not wanting to break this
moment you were sharing, you buried your face into Deans chest, tightly
wrapping your arms around him to stay attached. He chucked softly and hugged
you back, resting his perfect face onto your shoulders, his hot, soft breath
running down your neck.
Not
forgetting the game that got you both like this, he jokingly carried on.
“Dare” You
found yourself saying, full of need. You looked into Deans eyes to see them fill
with want as he picked you up and walked you over to your room, not breaking
eye contact with you once.
“Your wish
is my command then” he growled sexily as he threw you gently down onto your freshly
made bed and crashed on top of you. His lips met yours hungrily as he became
much more needy and you felt his hands creeping up your thigh cautiously. He
moved on and started kissing all over your neck, wanting to find your sensitive
spot quickly- when he found it by your ear, you whimpered softly, tugging on
his messy chocolate hair gently. He leant upright to get a look at you and you
wasted no time in trying to tug his jumper over his head. After getting it off
with help from him, you realized the situation you were in again and you
started to blush. Dean, half naked, on top of you, both drunk. Dean chuckled
once again at your shyness and started working on removing your top and even
your shorts, leaving you in your underwear and under his control. He went back
to kissing your neck but started working his way down until he was kissing your
stomach, making you squirm with pleasure. You grabbed one of Deans’ masculine, long hands and pulled it to rest on your
bra so he soon got the message and started massaging your boobs skilfully,
making you moan quietly for him. He carefully slipped his free hand into the
hem of your black knickers and rubbed you gently, knowing that all his teasing
was working just how he wanted it to. Without warning, he got more heated than
teasing and slid one of his long fingers inside of you warily, pulling off you
knickers with his other hand. You arched your back and hummed in delight as he
worked on you skilfully.
You looked
down at him smirking and noticed a growing tent in his jeans, restricted by the
black denim hugging his legs. You reached over to his buttons and started to
unbutton and unzip his jeans hastily. At first, he was a little surprised because
you were so shy but he got the message quick and wriggled out of his jeans,
tossing them somewhere in the dark room around you. You began to firmly palm
him through his navy boxers, both of you growing more desperate for more.
As you
teased him in return, he let deep moans and hums of pleasure escape his mouth
as he began to roll into your hand slightly, wanting much more now.
You slowly
started to pull the tight material down his thighs, releasing his hard member.
You began to stroke him cautiously as his big, strong hands clumsily fumbled
with your bra strap and pulled it off of you, leaving the two of you completely
bare and heated.
“I love you,
you’re my world and you have been since you came wondering into my dressing
room back last year Y/N. Remember this” Dean whispered while staring at your needy
eyes, voice raspy and deep. Even in this dark, you could sense the seriousness
in his words, see it on his face. You cupped his cheek with one hand gently,
looking up at his perfectly defined, pale face.
“I love you
too, Dean” You whispered before craning your head up to kiss his lips
passionately for a second.
“Are you
sure you ready, Y/N? It’s okay if you aren’t” he confirmed, a hint of worry in
his voice.
“Oppa, just
hurry” you replied, voice full of lust as you wrapped your arms around his neck
as he hovered above you still.
He quickly
positioned himself and gave you a reassuring kiss before he started to push
into you slowly and carefully. The both of you released simultaneous moans and
hums into the dead of night as he pushed fully into you.
“Are you
okay? Can I start moving?” Dean growled, dying to just start already. You
answered his question by nodding shyly as you slid your hands down his bare,
pale, toned back.
Without
warning, Dean bucked his hips into you, making you scream out in immense
pleasure at this surprise. The pleasure overthrew him too as he threw his head
back and let out a loud, raspy moan at the feeling.
“Shit, you
feel so good Y/N”
He carried
on thrusting into you, uncontrollable, deep, raspy moans leaking from him as he
tried to pick up the pace in all of his pleasure. You slid your hands slyly
down his back to his butt and up again, loving the feeling of his soft, milky
skin under your fingertips. He planted messy kisses down your neck, leaving
love bites that were almost certain to be un-coverable by morning but you
didn’t care at the moment. You raked your fingers down your ‘best friends’ back,
leaving long pink marks on him as you screamed his name needingly.
“You’re so
f*cking sexy under me, Y/N” he panted and growled, while his eyes drank in the
messy view of you totally under his control. He continued rolling his hips into
yours, trying to get himself deeper to give you both more pleasure when he suddenly
found your sensitive spot, making you scream out his name once again and dig
into his sweaty back. Seeing your reaction, he picked up his pace once again and
started slamming repeatedly into a bundle of nerves that had you crazy.
Erotic
sounds of your loose bed frame squeaking under the pressure, moaning and
panting filled the silence of the night while you both forgot to watch your
noise level as you were so high with pleasure and alcohol. You didn’t care
though, neither did he- that’s all that you
really cared about..
“Oppa! Oppa
I think I’m close!” You panted at his mercy as he slammed into you, making your
legs wobble from the pleasure and his surprising power.
“Not yet
baby girl, Not yet” he growled into your ear seductively as he rapidly slammed
into your centre, moaning deeply and panting. His strong thrusts began to turn
sloppier and uneven and you could tell he was near too. He pushed himself deep
inside of you one last time, making you both climax together intensely. You shuddered
in pleasure while you felt Dean tense and freeze above you, overwhelmed by
please, eyes glazed over and unfocused. You felt himself release inside of you
and you buried your face into his bare shoulder, taking his bittersweet smell
of sweat, cologne and sex.
He collapsed
tiredly by the side of you, your arms wrapped tightly around each other as he kissed
your forehead gently.
“I want us
to be together, Y/N, I want to love you like this every day” he sighed as if he
was talking to himself.
“Well then
let’s make it real then, Oppa” You replied back, confirming his thoughts.
“Okay, my
Woman, my Honey” He replied gently in a joking tone. You both laughed softly at
the cheesy nicknames but you both loved this new feeling, a sleepy grin playing
out on your faces.
He began singing to you gently while stroking
your messy hair out with his masculine hands, his soft and comforting voice
filling your ears. You laid there, listening to Deans perfect lullaby slowly come
to a stop as he fell asleep, arms still tightly clutching you as if he didn’t want
you to slip away in the night. You looked over to the sleeping artist and
sighed at his perfect sleeping state that you had adored but never seen this
close up before until you, too, fell asleep next to your boyfriend Dean.
‘Come on wake
up.’ Dean could feel your lips against his cheeks as he groaned and rolled over
to the other side but you enveloped him in a hug right away, wrapping your legs
around his waist and your arm around his body. You planted your face next to
him almost climbing on top of him as he groaned at the weight. You pecked his
cheek again this time sloppier than the last one. ‘I’m not going to stop until
you get up.’ You threatened as you pulled him tighter and nuzzling your neck
against his neck; fully knowing how ticklish he is. His neck instantly cringed
away from you as you chuckled softly next to his ear.
‘What do you
want?’
‘I want my
best friend.’ You replied getting up and sitting down on his hips. ‘Come on get
up. It’s already so late.’
Dean moved one
of his hands under his pillow to grab his phone and peeped a look at the watch.
He closed his eyes once noticing that it was only eight thirty in the morning.
It wasn’t the first time you tried to lie to him in order to wake him up. He
could hear your giggles which sounded like chiming bells in his ears. He
couldn’t help but to let out a smile at getting caught already opening his
eyes. ‘I saw your eyes opening. Come on you’re already up.’
‘No. Go
away.’ He groaned nuzzling his face against his pillow trying to get some more
sleep.
‘I’ll make
you breakfast.’ You offered.
‘I don’t need
breakfast.’
‘Everyone
needs breakfast.’ You countered jumping on his hip bone up and down as he
groaned at every impact but didn’t push you down. You leaned against his side
and started nuzzling your nose against his neck trying to wake him up. You
could feel him squirming under you as he tried to roll away from your nose. You
clung onto his side like a koala to its tree and he started to toss and turn on
the bed turning into a wrestle match. You laughed as he counter attack by
tickling your side and once you let go of him. Dean pinned you down on to the
bed; both hands by your side. You grinned up at his dishevelled hair, puffy
face and sleepy eyes. He smiled back at you closing his eyes as he rolled over
and laid down next to you.
‘So I go make
breakfast now?’ you suddenly asked breaking the comfortable silent as he
chuckled and draped his hand over your stomach and the other moving under your
head, letting your head rest against his arm and tangling his legs with yours.
‘I honestly don’t want breakfast. I want sleep.’ He mumbled against your
shoulder and your lower lips jutted out at his response.
‘I’ll go make
breakfast.’ You said determined with your plan as you pushed him off and jumped
off the bed excitedly. You turned around to look at his body sprawled on the
bed as he shook his head with his eyes still closed.
‘Alright
bacon and egg it is.’ You announced loudly and before you left his room you
could hear his groaned muffled against the pillow but you knew he was going to
get up for breakfast anyway.
Because he
was Dean.
-
Dean smiled
upon being greeted by the smell of bacon and the pretty girl in shorts and
singlet. Your cardigan discarded on the counter along with your bag. You looked
beautiful like this; carefree and happy. He wished you were like this every
time he laid his eyes on you but of course life wasn’t a bed of roses. It was
harder than that but Dean would die trying. He sneaked behind you and bended
his knees against yours playfully as you yelped at the sudden contact and you
drop slightly before Dean caught you by the waist laughing at your little
squeak. You clicked your tongue at him as you used the spatula in your hand and
hit him on the shoulder. ‘Hey.’ Dean shouted back looking at the stain on his t
shirt as you scowled and shrugged.
Dean then
moved towards the fridge to take out some milk.
‘Why are you
here so early in the morning?’ He asked pouring himself some milk as you stayed
silent pretending as if you weren’t listening and humming to a song he
recognised as Paint it Black, eyes focused on the bacon. Dean sighed knowing
exactly what was wrong as he took a sip from his milk. He looked at you leaning
his body against the counter. You were his friend. You had always been. You
were his friend first.
Always.
He moved
closer towards you and he wrapped his arms around you moving your body to the
beat of the song you were humming to. ‘You want to stay over tonight? I’m bored
as fuck.’ Dean offered a safe haven for you, your go to place; your saviour and
you nodded your head and looked at him over your shoulder with a huge grin on
your lips. ‘Of course.’
It was never
for him.
It was always
for you.
-
‘You got to
choose the pizza topping. Let me choose the movie.’ Dean pulled away the
Titanic DVD from your hand before you could put it into the DVD player. You
groaned and stomped your feet but move towards the sofa anyway, grabbing a
slice from the anchovies pizza you choose. ‘Don’t watch-’ and before you could
stop him. He had put in the movie ‘Bonnie and Clyde’. It wasn’t like you hated
the movie. You just hated watching it every time you stayed over at his place.
You always wanted to choose the pizza topping and he always guilt-trip you into
letting him choose the movie. ‘Not this again.’ You complained as he jumped on
the sofa and pulled you closer to him waiting for the movie to stop.
‘I don’t like
this movie.’ You told him as he stayed quiet, eyes glued to the screen.
You sighed
moving to get another slice of pizza when he pulled you back onto the sofa,
your back against his. ‘Don’t move.’ He whispered softly but his eyes didn’t
move away from the sofa. You chuckled as you stole the pizza from his hand. He
clicked his tongue at you trying to make a grab for the pizza you had stolen.
You giggled pushing your hand away from him as far as possible. He pulled you
against him tighter trying to save his pizza from you. ‘Give it back.’ He
grumbled childishly as you laughed and shook your head already sitting on his
lap as you struggled to pull away from him and his arms. ‘I thought you wanted
to watch the movie.’ You countered lamely.
‘I want to do
both.’
‘Yeah and now
you’re doing neither.’
He clicked
his tongue at you again with his eye narrowed. ‘Come here.’ He pushed you
against the sofa as he climbed over you and grabbed the pizza from your hand.
He looked down at you in his white t shirt and your hair framing your face
beautifully as he threw the pizza onto the box aimlessly and ran his hand up
your t shirt or rather his t shirt as the other one held both of your wrist.
You didn’t struggle against his touches as you let him feel you up moaning
deliberately louder as he pushed your bra down releasing your breast. He
started kneading your breast one at a time grinning at how you closed your eyes
and at the beautiful gap between your lips as you let out a moan. He played
with your nipple which made you groaned and moved your hip against his. You
could feel him hardening under his pants and he instinctively humped his hips against
yours as well making you moaned louder.
You didn’t
even notice him letting go of your wrist as he pushed your shirt upward and
started attacking your breast with his lips as his hand kneaded the other one.
Your hand ran through his hair, tugging at it playfully as he bit your nipple
making you groan. He trailed kisses down your stomach when you tugged his hair
harder. You let out an agreeing moan at his movement. ‘Do you want me here?’ He
mumbled against your stomach just below your belly button as you clenched at
how his voice trembled against your skin. You moaned out and pulled his hair
making him look up at you. ‘I want you inside of me.’ You answered and you
didn’t even have to say twice as Dean unbuttoned the shorts you had on and
pulled it down. He kissed you through your panties and started sucking on it.
You raised your butt from the sofa pushing it against his face wanting more.
The soft chuckled against your core making you grow wetter than you already
are.
You moaned
out his name as he pulled down your panties with his teeth agonizingly slow.
‘Tell me how
much you want this.’ He whispered against your clit and you could feel the
shudder running up your body as you closed your eyes trying to gather your
sanity. ‘Tell me baby.’
‘I’ll beg for
it.’ you looked down at him and the smirk on his lips made you bit your lips
holding yourself back from pushing him down and ravishing his lips. ‘Really?’
he asked again as he took a lick making your back to arch and a loud moan to
escape your lips.
‘Yes.’ You answered
obediently.
‘You can
start now.’ You were about to start pleading not at all caring about pride when
he sucked on your clit each one harder than the last one. You were a writhing
mess under him holding onto the cover of the couch but finding it hard to get a
real grasp when you felt his hand guiding yours onto his hair. You tugged onto
his hair abidingly as his tongue ran up and down your core. You moaned out his
name again pleading for him to go faster as he continued to suck and lick your
clit. You whimpered when he stop and moved away from you as you looked up at
him. He pushed his hair back and started undoing his pants. You sat up helping
him with the zipper and pulling his pants down. You trailed your hand up and
down his bulge looking up at him as you licked your lips deliberately slow.
Dean chuckled as he shook his head but quickly groaned when you started kissing
him through his boxer. ‘Next time baby.’ He said pulling down his boxer and
pushing you back onto the couch. You laughed at his heavy breathing and his
rushed tone. He positioned his dick at your entrance and looked at you as you
moved your hips closer towards him. He didn’t need to be told twice as he
snapped his hip pushing himself inside of you. The both of you groaned as he
leaned against you catching your lips with his. You held his face deepening the
kiss as the both of you groaned and grunted against each other.
‘Dean…ahh…fuck…please-’
you moaned incoherently as he started nipping on your collar bone. You arched
your head back exposing your neck for him as he bended your knees and pushed it
against your body letting him hit the spot that made your head spin and your
eyes were filled with ecstasy as you moaned louder. ‘Dean I’m so close-please
faster just-ugh-fuck.’ You groaned and you could feel him snapping his hips
against yours. The only sound in the room was his hips snapping against yours
and the groans and moans of yours and his mingled together. Dean was close as
he touched your clit with his thumb rubbing against it furiously as you came
shouting a name.
It wasn’t
his.
But he came
inside of you heart breaking into pieces but feeling satisfied and pleased. He
leaned his forehead against your chest as the both of you took a moment to
regain back your breath. It was as if the whole world was trying to show him
that you weren’t his as your phone went off. He could feel you trying to reach
for your phone from the coffee table beside the couch. He pulled out of you as
he heard a small whimper escape your lips and you grabbed your phone.
‘Hey.’ You answered
suddenly trying to breathe normally. ‘I’m sorry. I know-’ you stood up from the
couch and threw Dean an apologetic smile before walking inside his room. This
was all too normal. You were his friend and nothing more. It was only for a
night when you needed someone else to forget about him; the bastard who couldn’t
even own up to his own feelings, pulling and pushing you as he pleases and you
let him. Dean hated how he hurt you every single day and time that you spent
with him but still, you insist in staying by his side.
Probably how
you were treating Dean and Dean let you as well.
It was a
vicious cycle.
-
Dean looked
over at his side as you laid with your hand thrown across his stomach and your
feet tangled with his. You were so beautiful when you sleep, awfully peaceful
that it hurt him every time he remembers how much pain you have to go through
the next morning. Dean looked back at the ceiling on top of him. It was crazy.
His idea was crazy but he needed it. He needed to make sure it was done before
anyone could hurt you again. He needed to make sure this was it. This was your
eternity; free of pain. He needed you safe. He’ll protect you to the end of the
world. It was and always will be him and you against the world.
*
‘Dean if I
one day we’re both no longer friends.’ You told him as you held onto his hand
tightly both sitting on the edge of the monkey bar. You were barely ten years
old but you knew you wanted Dean to always be by your side. Dean was your world
and you were his. ‘No we’re always going to be friends.’ He answered shaking
his head before you could continue with your games. You were always asking him
the ‘what if’ questions and He never understood why. ‘What if someone wanted to
separate us?’ She asked giggling at how stubborn Dean was being.
‘I’ll kill
him.’ Dean answered vehemently as he held onto your hand tighter and you nodded
your head understanding that he no longer wanted to talk about it. You understood
him like the back of your hand and you knew when Dean was crossed and he was
crossed at the idea of you not by his side. It was always going to be him and
you against the world.
‘In the count
of three we jump okay?’ Dean grinned at you as you nodded your head in
agreement.
It was always
you and him no matter what.
*
He didn’t
know how or why he was doing it but all he could do was drove the car. The
landscape outside a blur by the window as his car passed by the rows of
familiar scenes. He knew this place so well. He had sent you here so many
times. He had sent you to your despair and your misery all these while and no
more. He wanted it all to end. He wanted him to end. It was like an adrenaline
rush. All he could think was to end everything and everyone. He needed to do
this. He needed you to understand that he needed this to end. He was going to
save you, until the end of the world. He had enough. So as he waited for the
elevator. He didn’t think of your beautiful smile or your adorable laugh. All he
could see was his face and when he knocked on his door. He knew it was the end.
‘Dean what
are you-‘
He didn’t
even get to end his sentence as Dean shot his head. He didn’t even get to fight
back as Dean ended your misery.
It was him
and you against the world.
This is my first time writing a smut or somewhat a smut I hope I did alright and it wasn’t all that bad and I know the story might be a bit idk dramatic but I thought the mv was very good and it was like the end was sort of lunatic and sort of idk i’m rambling but please enjoy and tell me what you guys think :)
Note: This one is gender/appearance neutral. I hope I did a good job. Enjoy.
This world
is cruel, but his world was worse.
His name was
covered in blood and death, cruelties which had sneaked into the minds of people.
They were scared of him, feared for their lives whenever he was around.
Smoke swirled around in the darkened atmosphere of the studio. Deep bass pumped from the speakers, making the patrons in the room clamour loudly just to be heard by the person beside them.
In the back of the room, you sat perched awkwardly on Dean’s lap with Zico in the chair to your right. It would have been less awkward if you were sat anywhere else. But then you wouldn’t have been able to hear him or Zico as you worked on your song.
That’s all he had to text you to get you to come running.
Ten pm at night and you looked at the message with a smirk growing into an
excited smile as you threw the covers off of you and went into the bathroom to
get ready.
In a matter of minutes you were out the door, hearing the
screen door slam shut behind you. Your range rover parked in the driveway
lighted up and unlocked by the smart key once you were near to open the driver
side and hop in. Adrenaline in your veins, you heard the car come to life with
a purr as you pulled out and onto the street.
You drove through the night having come down this road many
times before. Ever since the first time you met him you couldn’t get enough,
which had you coming back for more.
