#exes!au

They had been yelling for a while, to the point where Sarah expected someone from PD to come banging on the door about a noise complaint. Ava had backed herself into the wall beside her fishtank, mirroring Sarah’s closed off body language that urged her to stay back. Startled eyes tracked her every movement, noting every shift and step the other woman took.

She wasn’t sure how this argument started, just like everyone before it. Sarah had let herself in with a huff, tossing her keys onto the coffee table and not bothering to pick them up when they slipped onto the pristine grey carpet. That’s where her eyes stayed frozen as she looked for words, searching for a way to convey what she wanted.

“You keep me isolated,” Ava’s whisper was barely audible, “When was the last time I went out with friends? The last time I met up with you and your friends? I don’t have anyone but you in Chicago, Sarah, and part of me wonders if you wanted to keep it that way!”

“Don’t you dare say that,” Sarah spat, “Your inability to make friends is not my fault at all.”

“Right, so the way no one ever thinks to acknowledge me when they invite you out right in front of me, that’s all coincidence?’

Sarah scoffed, “Well I think your totally approachable personality could be to blame, Ava.”

“I have a personality disorder, Sarah!” Ava’s tone matched hers as she uncrossed her arms, visibly shaking. She was looking at her girlfriend in disbelief, wondering where on earth the understanding, loving woman she knew went in all of this.

“That doesn’t excuse anything.”

“I never said it did. It’s an explanation, Sarah, not an excuse. You know how hard I have worked to be better socially, you know I’m trying. You of all people would know…”

Sarah ignored the way she blinked rapidly, if she did she might lose her courage. If she acknowledged the hurt in her girlfriend’s watery eyes, she might drop the subject and then the cycle would begin anew. Love and care turning to small conflicts and then even bigger meltdowns. It wouldn’t change, it wouldn’t stop; not unless Sarah fought back.

“They’ve noticed.”

“What?”

Sarah never once met her gaze, “At the hospital, they talk. They talk about how you act and how unfeeling you are. They wonder if you care about anyone but yourself. Your fights with Connor, your involvement with his dad. People have been talking for months.”

“I never did anything with Cornelius-”

“I’m not finished,” she said firmly, “They’ve talked to me, Ava. They ask if everything is okay at home. We say we’re dating but they never see us outside of work, not together. Some of the nurses ask if I’m okay, if there’s something wrong in our relationship.”

“I didn’t think anything was wrong… We just don’t do PDA, we aren’t those people. Sarah you know I never did anything with Connor’s dad and my relationship with Connor was a mutual issue. I’m not unfeeling, you know better than anyone that I feel too much. It’s why I have to depersonalize at work, otherwise I will break down.”

“Ava, I have been researching,” Sarah sighed, “Cluster B disorders… I think you were misdiagnosed.”

“Sarah Reese, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t you dare say it.”

Unruly curls bounced as she shook her head rapidly, mind racing too much to listen for the hurt in Ava’s voice. She had poured over countless journals and information for months, asking every psychiatrist she knew for information. Her notebook was littered with notes, messy beyond legibility for anyone else, all citing experiences she had recalled. Sarah had even reached out to her mom, something she never did anymore, asking for stories about her dad. She recited every observed behaviour and memory she had about the two of them, Ava and her dad, long enough that a connection bloomed in her mind.

“Your behaviour is concerning,” she started, “I can’t ignore it anymore, Ava. I wonder if you feel anything, really, because it doesn’t seem like it sometimes. I don’t want to believe you’re lying to me but that's all I can think now. Is all of it made up, do you really love me?”

“Sarah, I care about you so-”

Can you really love me? I think I have a habit of finding people who remind me of the man I grew up without… I begin to wonder if the pattern has any substance. The way you act, some of the things you’ve said, it doesn’t add up. I don’t think you’re borderline, Ava, I think you have ASPD.”

“Sarah,” tears had started tracking down Ava’s cheeks as the pain bubbled in her chest, “Don’t say that. You can’t diagnose me. I have trauma, I have all the markers of BPD and OCD. I was diagnosed after the last incident in my twenties, you know that; you read my notes. What are you even saying?”

“I’m saying people are asking if you abuse me emotionally,” Sarah’s voice was unlike she had ever heard before, cold and ripping at her heart like daggers, “My mind keeps comparing you to my dad and it all makes sense now. I’m saying I am starting to believe what they said may be true. I think maybe I flock to abusers with pretty words and lies-”

“No!” Ava’s scream rang through her apartment, punctuated by a thud as she backed into the wall again. Tears were freefalling down her face and leaving clumps of mascara behind, highlighting the agony she felt as she was staring at the woman she loved. Her hands shook violently as she tried to channel everything she felt into a feasible emotion, feeling like everything would bubble up until it exploded.

“You- you don’t get to call me that! After everything… How fucking dare you, Sarah? A-after I tried so hard, for years, to not become like the people who hurt me. You can call me a lot of things but psychopath? Abuser? I would never hurt you, and certainly not like this.”

“Ava, the research shows-”

Sarah’s chest tightens, and suddenly she’s wide awake. “Give me that.” She grabs the monitor and holds it against her ear. Harper’s whimpering and fussing, and Sarah’s whole body goes cold at the sound of it. “I’m going.”

She almost falls face-first on the floor trying to untangle herself from the covers, but she manages to get out of bed and throw on her Tulane sweater before Crockett can even think about stopping her. There’s a pit in her stomach, and all she can think about is checking on Harper. 

She doesn’t need a light to guide her down the hall to Harper’s room, but when she gets there, she flicks on a lamp and then beelines for the crib. In the golden lighting, Sarah can see that the few wispy curls she has left are stuck to her head with sweat, and as she approaches, Harper’s whimpers turn to pained cries. 

“Hey, chere, it’s okay. Mama’s here.” She reaches down to place the back of her hand on Harper’s forehead, and her heart skips a beat as she feels the heat radiating off it. “Kett!”

He joins them almost immediately, and Sarah suspects he didn’t stay behind in the bedroom.

“Kett, she’s burning up real bad.”

There’s a thermometer in one of her drawers, in the dresser where they keep all her medical supplies, and Sarah rummages around for it while Crockett picks Harper up. He’s whispering words of reassurance to her, and when Sarah turns around, thermometer in hand, he’s taken her pyjamas off in an attempt to cool her down. Her central line looks okay, but there are little purple bruises on her legs and stomach, and Sarah’s sure there are more now than when she put Harper to bed.

She runs the thermometer across Harper’s forehead, despite her protests, and her stomach sinks when it beeps and the number appears on the screen.

“102.8. Shit.”

“Shit,” Crockett echoes.

He passes Harper to Sarah, and as quickly as he can, checks that everything they need is still packed in their hospital bag. There’s no way of knowing how long she’ll be admitted for this time, and the last year has shown them that it’s always better to overpack.

Sarah briefly sets Harper down in the crib again so she can find her something to wear. The straps of her car seat are too uncomfortable for her to sit in just her diaper, so Sarah searches for something light for her. There’s an old t-shirt of hers somewhere, one that she never really liked but took to college with her anyway, and now it lives tucked in with Harper’s clothes. It’s like a dress on her, but it’s loose and flowy, and keeps her cool better than her own clothes. They’ll probably end up removing it when they get to the ED, but it’s a necessity for the car ride.

It only takes Crockett a couple of minutes to double-check the bag, so once Sarah’s got the t-shirt on Harper, they make their way to the front door. Neither of them cares about changing out of their own pyjamas right now, not in a situation like this, so they just grab the first shoes they can find and decide that’s enough.

“Have we got everything?” Crockett asks, keys in hand. He’d stopped to grab their phones from where they were charging in the bedroom, and he hands Sarah hers.

“I think s— Her juice. She needs a drink.”

Crockett nods, then dashes to the kitchen to grab a couple of juice boxes from the fridge. There are pouches of baby food in one of the cupboards, and he grabs a few of those as well, just for good measure.

“Okay, yeah, I think that’s everything,” Sarah says. She places a quick kiss on the top of Harper’s head, then follows Crockett out the front door and down to the car.

The drive to the hospital is less than twenty minutes, and Sarah doesn’t take her eyes off Harper the whole way. She sits in the back next to her, looking out for any changes in her breathing or signs that she’s going downhill, but she stays pretty much the same. It’s a small blessing.

When they arrive, Sarah takes Harper to the ED while Crockett finds somewhere to park. She’s done this more times than she can count, but it feels worse today, and she can’t figure out why. Her heart is pounding before she even sets foot inside, and her legs feel numb.

“My, uh, my daughter’s sick,” she says to the woman at the front desk. “She has a fever. 102.8.”

She’s met with a tight-lipped frown. “A fever of 102.8 doesn’t require an emergency room visit. Take her home, give her fluids and acetaminophen, and keep monitoring her temperature. Lukewarm sponge baths can also help.”

It takes Sarah a moment to realise what’s going on. She knows how she looks — a barely twenty-year-old with a baby on her hip — and everything that’s going through the nurse’s head has probably already been said to her by her own mother, but that doesn’t change the fact that Harper needs help. 

“Please,” she begs, voice wavering. “She’s really sick, I can’t just take her home. You don’t get it, you don’t…” Her voice trails off, and she can feel her ears burning as the first tears start to fall. The words are there, but she just can’t get them out the way she needs to. 

“Everything okay here?” Relief washes over her when she feels Crockett’s hand on her waist.

“I was just explaining to your girlfriend here-”

“Wife,” Crockett corrects. “Is our daughter being admitted?”

“A fever of 102.8 doesn’t require an emergency room visit,” the nurse reiterates.

“She has cancer,” Crockett says. “Acute lymphocytic leukemia. Her last dose of chemotherapy was eight days ago. Does that warrant an emergency room visit?”

♡ A/N: this is my very first attempt to write smut so please bear with me lmao. i wanna thank my best friend tai (and the biggest taehyung whore i know) for pushing me out of my comfort zone and believing i could do it. your support is everything, I LOVE YOU!! oh and the inspiration behind this story was the song F&MU by kehlani. i truly hope you all like it, xx

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She loved to go out but hated having to sail among the sea of people inside LOVEMAZE, one of the best and most popular clubs in Seoul. Y/N was looking for her best friend, who was supposed to be in the VIP booth on the far right, but she wasn't. Around Y/N, familiar faces became clearer as she crossed the dance floor.  

Taehyung on the other hand was sitting in the corner of the bar, almost hidden from the rest of the crowd. Beside him was Jimin, best friend since middle school, and right in front was Yoongi, the best bartender in town and practically his personal therapist. The three of them had known each other for a long time, well before LOVEMAZE existed, and it was very common to get together on days like today to relax and have fun. Except for Yoongi, of course, who walked back and forth behind the counter serving as many people as possible.

While Y/N and Taehyung remained oblivious to each other's presence, she went to the ladies' room, almost positive she would find her friend there and he asked Yoongi for another old fashioned.

“Already, man?" Yoongi narrowed his eyes, “I just made you one."

“I’m thirsty" Taehyung snarled.

“You look tense" Jimin pointed out, taking a sip of his negroni.

Taehyung ignored him.

“I’m serious. You’ve been acting weird for almost a month now” Jimin continued, paying no mind to his best friend attitude.

“I’m straight, Jimin, don’t worry about it" he answered, “Just work stuff."

“Yeah, right, did Y/N perhaps change her name to ‘work’ and this is your subtle way of delivering me the news?” Jimin sneered.

“Now why would you even bring her up, Jimin?” Yoongi asked, putting the drink he just made in front of Taehyung.

Jimin rolled his eyes and took another sip of his own.

Back in the ladies' room, Y/N found her friend washing her hands and greeted her through the mirror.

“There you are!” she said with hands on her hips.

“Oh, I’m sorry babe, totally forgot I was supposed to meet you at the booth”

“It’s okay" said Y/N, “But don’t you think this club is way too crowded for a Thursday night?" she looked around and even in the bathroom there were too many people, “I mean, what is up with you asking me to come on such short notice?” she opened her clutch and grabbed her lipstick.

“You work too much, you need to let loose more often" her friend pouted as Y/N applied the product on her luscious lips, “I feel like I don’t see you anymore.”

Y/N laughed at her friend's neediness.

“It’s true!" her friend laughed back, “And there might be some friends I want you to meet, you know? Very casual stuff”

“Ah… A-ha!” Y/N pointed the lipstick to her best friend.

“What?" she faked surprise.

“You’re always trying to set me up with someone" Y/N rubbed her lips together.

“There are worse friends out there than me, you know?”

“Of course there are!" Y/N bumped her friend’s shoulder, “For tonight though I just need you to let me enjoy myself, okay?” she pleaded with a soft smile, “Let’s go get some drinks and dance until our feet bleed! Come on" pulling her friend’s arm.

Both YN's best friend, Yoongi and Jimin were trying to distract the two of them from their own thoughts. It had been about 3 weeks since they had broken up (for probably what it seemed like the millionth time in just the last six months) and it was becoming increasingly unbearable to watch this endless soap opera.

“Where is everyone?” said Taehyung, looking around the club as he turned the drinking glass in his hand.

“Hobi is here, but I don’t know exactly where" Jimin looked over his shoulder to the dance floor, “Maybe dancing. You know how he is”

Taehyung laughed and nodded.

“Namjoon is out of town, Jin said he would try to swing by, and JK is…." Yoongi stopped for a second looking confused, and glanced over Jimin, “Where is JK? I don’t remember him replying to our group chat”

“Got me" Jimin shrugged, “I think he met someone and don’t wanna tell us."

“Oh really?” Taehyung interjected.

“I mean, I don’t know for sure, but he’s being super secretive lately” the other boy responded.

“How come?”

“We used to hang out at his place a lot and I have shown up unannounced plenty of times" Jimin set his drink on the counter and leaned in. Taehyung shifted in his seat becoming more interested in the story. “Last saturday I swung by and he didn’t buzz me in, he said he was busy and that it wasn't a good time" Jimin continued, “It was around 11pm and I came from dinner with a couple friends, right? So I really needed to pee, and then I said ‘Okay that’s cool, but can I use your restroom real quick? To which he replied ‘Uh….fine….but make it quick’ after stuttering a bit’."

“That’s weird" Yoongi blinked a few times feeling confused and a bit tired. “Aw shit, I’ll be right back” he excused himself to help another bartender.

“Oh nice, he was definitely fucking someone and you showed up and ruined the whole thing" Taehyung side-eyed Jimin.

“If he was he didn’t look like it" his friend said, “But it’s possible."

“Good for him" Taehyung commented, “And for us. That way you guys can talk about his personal life instead of mine.”

“We don’t have a choice" grunted Jimin.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Every week there’s a new drama going on, Tae. Aren’t you and Y/N tired of it?" he questioned, “I know I am” and drank what was left of his negroni.

After a few minutes of chatting with the people in the VIP box and some tequila shots, Y/N was feeling her muscles more relaxed and her mind at ease. The last week had been super stressful and all she wanted was to have fun and forget about everything for a couple of hours.

At the moment she was talking to a very handsome blonde man, but for the life out of her, she couldn't remember his name. Did it start with J? Or was it with K? It didn't matter, he was attractive enough and could hold an engaging conversation, but she was tired of talking and decided she should go down to the dance floor. Y/N stood up and reached her hand to the guy.

"Let's dance."

As they were coming down the steps in front of the booth, the first notes of Lay's 'Jade' began on the club speakers and Y/N grinned. She hadn't heard that song in a while and was ready to make the most of it.

She led the way, holding the blonde man's hand, and mingled her way through the crowd until she found a good spot in the middle. Once she stopped, she brought his hand around her waist and he immediately slid the other one too, hugging Y/N from behind and feeling her ass brush against his cock.

Y/N started dancing to the rhythm of the music, lifting her left hand to caress the blonde's head and keeping her right on top of his, which were on her stomach. She could sense his hot breath on her neck and it was so sexy the way he was moving his hips forward that she felt compelled to close her eyes for a second and enjoy the sensation.

His hands roamed all over Y/N and she turned to face him. Hands on his shoulders, foreheads touching. The blonde man smiled and pulled her closer by the curve on her lower back. She smiled back and kept grinding to the song.

Not far from there, Hoseok watched the scene. At first, he wasn't sure if it was Y/N or not because the red light that prevailed in the club during this particular song and made everything look dark and luxurious — it was difficult to concentrate. Partially thanks to the girl twerking in front of him but also because he hadn't seen Y/N in maybe a year and shadows could play mind tricks. He wouldn't say anything to Taehyung until he was sure.

When the beat changed, some light beams followed, and as if God had heard Hoseok's thoughts, they lit up Y/N's face perfectly confirming his suspicions. Damn, she for sure was beautiful but who was that guy with her? he asked himself while holding his date by the hips.

A few seconds later, the song slowed down a bit and Y/N turned her back to the man she was dancing with and started to slide down his body gradually towards the floor, holding his hands for support, and then back up just as slow making sure there was no space between their bodies. Hoseok wasn't impressed because he knew how sexy she could be, he has seen her with Taeyhung a couple of times probably on this same dance floor. Nevertheless, it was still very enticing to look away.

As soon as Y/N stood up again, she felt that the blond man was hard and laughed to herself, closing her eyes. When she opened them she locked eyes with Hoseok. He was right in her eyesight but further back, near the DJ booth, and she wondered how come she didn't notice him before. Well, this song was too good and she obviously got distracted.

She held the stare, still dancing, betting with herself whether he intended to approach and say hello or if he was going to ignore her. Hoseok looked away, turning his attention to the short hair girl in front of him. Second option it is , Y/N thought.

“I need a drink" the girl said, leaning into Hoseok's ear.

“I’ll go get it for you" he promptly replied, finding it to be the perfect opportunity to tell everyone who was at the club.

“Okay, I’m gonna go to the ladies' room and meet you at the bar” she agreed.

"You will never guess who I just saw" Hoseok giggled, putting his arm around Jimin and Taehyung a couple of minutes later when he approached the stools.

"Who?" Jimin asked curiously.

"Y/N" Hoseok replied slowly, almost syllabically. He loved drama as much as Jimin and he made sure to drag the name of Taehyung's ex to get a proper reaction.

"For real?" Jimin turned quickly trying to look for her as Taehyung kept still, eyes on Yoongi on the other end of the bar.

"Yeah! She's in the middle of the dance floor, grinding all over some dude I’ve never seen. I bet she's here with her best friend" Hoseok let go of the boys and leaned over the counter, "Hey Yoongi!" Yoongi was busy mixing a drink and mouthed to Hoseok to wait.

What Hoseok didn't see was how Taehyung tensed when he said Y/N was grinding. But Jimin did and he intervened.

"Tae, don't do anything stupid."

"What?" Hoseok took a step back and gazed back and forth between Jimin and Taehyung. "What is stupid?"

Taehyung stood up and grabbed his drink, making Jimin anxious because he knew that if Taehyung wanted could make a scene and end up shutting the club down for the night. He was weirdly possessive when it came to Y/N.

"Please?" he pleaded. Taehyung just patted Jimin's back and made his way to the dance floor, secretly meaning 'I can't make any promises'.

The moment he left, Yoongi approached.

"Where is he going?"

"To look for Y/N" Jimin answered with a frown and Yoongi couldn't believe what he just heard.

"Y/N? Is she here?"

"Oh yeah, I just saw her a couple of minutes ago on the dance floor" Hoseok said casually, "Which reminds me, I need another salty dog for my date and a beer for me, please" he smiled.

"Oh no" Yoongi bit his hand.

"Please, Yoongi, my date will be here any second and she's thirsty" Hoseok pouted totally oblivious about what Yoongi truly meant.

"Yeah, I know" Jimin sighed.

On the dance floor, Taehyung made his way through the back, just circling the space without actually getting into the crowd. Karma was truly a bitch and as soon as the song went 'You belong by my side, keep you with me all the time' he spotted Y/N all over a blonde dude, making him immediately clench his jaw and tighten the grip around the glass in his hand.

To him, the sight was almost unbearable. The guy had his hands all over Y/N's body and she was enjoying it. Taehyung knew she was. He knew her inside and out. He could see how turned on she was from a mile away and it drove him crazy that he wasn’t the one responsible for it.

As he walked, occasionally sipping on his drink, he kept his eyes on Y/N's movements. She was a mix of prey and medusa if that was even a thing. Taehyung felt hypnotized but at the same time he couldn't care less, he had to get closer.

Once he was close enough to see the dress she was wearing, how she did her make up and every other detail the sketchy lights of the club allowed him to, he leaned over the wall and thought about how pathetic this dude looked with her. They didn’t even make a good-looking couple, what the hell was she doing? Taehyung was a thousand times better. Then the music switched up beats once more and his eyes met hers — she didn’t even flinch, it’s like she knew he was there the whole time.

Y/N held Taehyung’s stare over the blonde guy’s shoulder and even smirked a little bit. She wondered if he was actually here in the club and he was. Thanks, Hoseok! she thought. Her stomach began doing somersaults, barely keeping her from hiding the amount of excitement shooting through her body.

The guy whispered something in her ear but she didn’t even listen, too focused on maintaining eye contact with Taheyung in the back of the club, so she just placed her hand on his nape and played with his hair a little bit. Taehyung cracked his neck visibly annoyed, which turned Y/N on and that was a game she really wanted to play. Just one more time. For old time’s sake, she thought.

Y/N shifted her focus back to the guy she was with, swirling to the beat and trading positions, standing now with her back turned to Taehyung. The blond guy slightly put his hands on Y/N ass, just taking his time with her and enjoying the music, but she had other plans.

“Don’t be shy” Y/N whispered in his ear, “Grab it like you own it." And that’s exactly what he did which made her let out a moan in surprise when he quickly squeezed her cheeks. To know that Taehyung was watching it made her feel powerful. If he chose to dismiss all of this it's his problem. Somebody would appreciate it more than him, that’s a fact. Y/N wasn't sure if the blonde guy was up for the task but he looked so cute trying.

The thing is, teasing Taehyung is so fun and she found herself still doing it even if they weren't together anymore. Yes, completely unhealthy, she knew that, but the body wants what the body wants — or who it wants. If she played it right it wouldn't take long for them to be fucking somewhere and she needed so badly.

Taehyung was starting to get hard watching the scene. She looked so good. Y/N wanted to get his attention and she was succeeding. Seeing someone else being that close to her, inhaling her sweet and intoxicating scent, grabbing that ass, hearing her hoarse turned on voice, just made him want to punch a wall. Why did Hoseok have to tell him that she was here? Jimin was right though, Taehyung was tired of the drama. However, it had become his and Y/N's little thing: breakup, makeup, breakup, makeup. He was getting used to it by now.

When the song ended, Y/N made her way back to the VIP booth. Her best friend wasted no time and as soon as she sat down on the couch the interrogation began.

"Soooo, did you have fun?"

"Yeah" Y/N answered truthfully thinking about how jealous Taehyung seemed, "I actually did."

"You're leaving with him tonight, right?"

"I don't know" Y/N said right before her phone buzzed on the table, "Maybe...." She picked it up, unlocked the screen and clicked on the red dot above the messages icon.

Kim Taehyung [00:21 am]: that shit be turnin' me on, i cannot lie

And just like that YN felt her panties getting wetter. It was ridiculous how Taehyung managed to affect her so much and she hated to admit that he did, in fact, exercise some kind of control over her. The way he talked, the way he laughed, the way he teased, the way he fucked. Everything about him made her shiver and she never met anyone quite like him. He was a cocky son of a bitch and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of admitting all of that but she guessed he probably knew, otherwise they wouldn't be in this weird arrangement. Were they broken up? Would they get back together? She didn't even know.

The orders had slowed down a bit and Yoongi was talking to Jimin when Taehyung sat down at the bar again. Now it was his turn to be interrogated.

"Is she here?" Yoongi asked, looking over to the dance floor.

"Yes" Taehyung said.

"Did you talk to her?"

"No, Chim, she was busy" he replied, putting a special intonation at the last word.

"With who?" Yoongi was curious too.

Taehyung took off his blazer and started rolling up the sleeves on his shirt. "Somebody not worthy that's for sure.”

"I can't believe you're still into her" Jimin rolled his eyes annoyed with how stupid Taehyung looked right now. He was sure Y/N could step on him and he would be like ‘thank you, please do it again’.

Yoongi tried a more gentle approach, "Are you okay, though?"

"I'm fine" Taehyung cracked his neck again trying to feel less tense but it was in vain, knowing damn well the only thing that would solve it would be the problem itself.

Jimin recognized the signal since he was familiar with how Taehyung dealt with stressful situations. Cracking something was always step one. "No, you're not" he barked.

"Let me get you a refill. On the house" said Yoongi, stepping away from the two.

"Chim, Hobi was right, she was all over this guy" Taehyung began, turning to Jimin and making a disgusted face, "And she was having a good time too because she made sure to show me."

Jimin cocked his eyebrow with a confusing look in his eyes.

"She put on a fucking show for me, dancing, grinding, touching without breaking eye contact" he explained angrily, "She knew what she was doing."

Jimin couldn’t help but laugh. Taehyung was possessive, sure, but not necessarily jealous and he was absolutely jealous right now. It was honestly hilarious to watch him lose control and the little bit of dignity he had left.

"Here" Yoongi came back with a new drink. Looked stronger too. "Listen Tae, either you two work this shit out or you move across the country, I don't know. At this point I'm getting exhausted for you, man"

Deep down Taehyung agreed with Yoongi but it was better said than done, so he just shrugged trying not to think about Y/N too much, and sipped his cocktail thinking how maybe he should go home before he dragged out the blonde weird guy and beat the shit out of him for touching Y/N like that.

Speaking of the devil.

"Y/N!" Yoongi shouted, showing his gummy smile, "What can I get you?"

"A shot of your best whiskey" she winked.

"Not much has changed, I see" Yoongi said, looking to Y/N and then to Taehyung. Was he talking about the drink choice or about them? Neither wanted to know.

"It's lovely to see you, Y/N" Jimin chimed in.

"How are you, Chim?" Y/N got closer and gave him a side hug.

"Good, good…” he beamed. Jimin liked Y/N. “What brings you here?"

"Macallan" Y/N raised the shot glass Yoongi brought seconds before and drank it.

"Right" Jimin laughed as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, "Excuse me for a sec" and left.

"Anything for your friends?" Yoongi smirked, tilting his head to the dance floor.

Y/N knew that Hoseok had told the boys that she was at the club and most likely who she was with as well. She counted on it. As soon as she saw him on the dance floor, she hoped he would run to tell Taehyung, in case he was here too. Luckily everything went down exactly how she wanted to and the loveable (but also gossipy) Hoseok fulfilled his role.

"You're funny" she replied, giving back the empty glass and watching him go make another drink for somebody else.

Taehyung was tired of YN's teasing and as soon as the two were alone, he looked her up and down and commanded, "Stockroom. Now."

Y/N watched Taehyung get up from the stool and pass her by, quickly brushing his shoulder with hers, and heading towards the narrow corridor that led to an area for authorized personnel only, such as the stockroom, manager's office and some other rooms. She could cut through sexual tension with a knife if she wanted to, but she didn't. She preferred to ride it. So she followed him until he stopped in front of one of the doors and pointed for her to get inside.

As soon as she did, the combination of drinks she had before made her feel sassier. It was inevitable to feel horny too. Taehyung was looking so unbelievably hot and compared to the main part of the club, the silence of the room made her feel like they were the only ones within a 10-mile radius. They could be as loud as they wanted to.

“Are you having fun, Y/N?” Taehyung asked, locking the door behind him.

“A little" she giggled looking around the room. It wasn’t big but a good enough size to accommodate a few shelves and boxes filled with the best (and worse) kind of alcohol available to man. It had this dimmed yellow light that set the mood perfectly — it wasn’t too dark so they wouldn’t see each other nor too bright to rip the mystery vibe completely away.

“You have to stop doing this” he warned her, moving closer. His voice was low and the right tone to send chills through Y/N’s entire body. She hopped on the wood table that was right in the middle of the room and with the most angelic face managed to say “It is that hard to ignore me? Damn...”

Taehyung stood right in front of her. “When you grind that amazing ass of yours on another man’s cock instead of mine it is.” He grabbed her hand and placed it right on his bulge. “Very hard.”

“Right” she slowly ran her hand through his length, feeling it twitch below the thin fabric of his grey wool trousers. “But you were the one who dumped this amazing ass, wasn’t it?”

Taehyung hissed at her touch. Y/N had a visceral effect on him like no woman has ever had. She always brought an animalistic side of him to the surface, which he didn't even recognize at times. It was strong and powerful. This kind of match is a blessing and a curse.

“I was just having fun with a friend, don’t need to be so jealous" she laughed with an air of superiority, making Taehyung's blood run faster.

But make no mistake, he could be just as dominant as her.

“I don’t need to be jealous” he whispered in Y/N's ear, what it felt to her as a sensually intimidating way, while his hand slowly moved up the inside of her thigh.

The only thing Y/N could do at the moment was to take a deep breath and control her reflexes because she was ninety-nine percent on the verge of losing it and asking him to fuck her senseless — and that’s exactly what she did, she took a deep breath and went right back to teasing mode.

“And why is that?” she asked, stroking his triceps.

Taehyung smiled against her cheekbone, his hand now close to her core. “Because nobody can fuck you like I can” he said as he swiped his thumb across the lace of her panties, applying a little bit of pressure on her clit and making her gasp.

Y/N grabs Taehyung's hand without thinking twice and drags it up and down. “Cut the attitude and put it on me” she said and immediately bit his earlobe followed by a peck in the corner of his mouth making full eye contact.

Taehyung thought that was the sexiest thing Y/N had ever done. Where did she learn it? Since when she takes the lead like that? he thought. She was always loved to tease and was a soft dom by nature, but she rarely responded with the same level of wittiness. Taehyung always prided himself on how he could catch Y/N off guard, but today she was the one who caught him.

And with that, nothing else needed to be said. Taehyung spread Y/N's legs in one swift motion looking straight into her dark beautiful eyes. He placed himself in the middle, closing the gap between them and taking her face in his hands, kissing her deeply.

Y/N felt as if her skin was on fire. Every inch Taehyung touched left a trace and she loved it. While one of his hands held her neck and the other massaged her breast, his mouth left hers and moved down to leave marks all over her collarbone. But she needed him closer, so she pulled him in by his waist and squeezed his ass, rocking her hips against his. The friction helped but it wasn’t enough.

Taehyung worked his way down Y/N's chest, pulling her strapless dress so her delicious breasts were exposed. He wasted no time and sucked one of her nipples hungrily while squeezing the other between two fingers. She moaned so loudly and it was music to his ears.

“That’s my girl!” Taehyung looked up and smirked, just a string of saliva connecting the two of them, “Always so vocal."

He comes back down but switches breasts, pressing himself forward and making Y/N lie down on the table as he devoured her left nipple. She wasn't much of a breast kind of woman but the way he was working them tonight was insane, she was completely lost in this foggy state of mind. What made it even more challenging to get out of it was the fact that Taehyung was now making his way down her body, now shoving her dress up and he not once looked away. It was so intense, so hot... Y/N couldn't take it anymore.

“Stop teasing me, Tae, please” she whined biting her bottom lip.

“You look so fucking pretty when you beg” he said kneeling and positioning her legs on his shoulders, kissing her inner thighs gently, biting once or twice as he got closer to her center. With one hand still squeezing Y/N's thigh, he brings the other around and starts playing with her clit rubbing his thumb at a consistent pace making an 8 motion and teasing her entrance.

He knew, oh my god he knew. He knew her so well that his talent was indisputable. He’s the best I have ever had, she thought. Taehyung acted with purpose. He got harder just thinking about how much she was willing to beg and now was the perfect time to test this idea.

Y/N felt Taehyung's hands go up to grab the hem of her panties and slowly start pulling it down. She helped him by lifting her hip a little bit off the table and as soon as she did he took them off and threw them on the floor. The cold air from the stockroom hit her pussy violently, making her flutter at the sudden change of temperature. Whilst she wrapped her head around the new feeling, Taehyung examined her body top to bottom, eyes filled with lust and desire — Y/N was the hottest and sexiest to him. She would always be.

“Fuck, Y/N, already so wet for me" he said exhaling the air he didn’t know he was holding.

Y/N laughed but more to herself than to him solely because she knew how much this sight turned him on.

Taehyung goes back to the same position as before, but now one forearm over YN's stomach and one hand on her hood, just above the clit, stretching the area a little upwards so that he could collect her juices with just one flat out lick. Y/N thought her clit being exposed like that bordered on extra sensitivity but it also felt good and she didn't want him to stop. As soon as she made that mental observation he moved his hand to her thigh and began to suck her sensitive bud ruthlessly, alternating between erratic and deep licks with the tip of his tongue at her entrance. The sounds were obscene and Y/N was too focused on them, lost in an intense lust, that she couldn’t help but get more turned on than she thought possible.

Y/N reached her hand down and ran her fingers through Taehyung's beautiful and soft black hair, letting her nails lightly scratch his scalp before deciding on a place and closing her fist, making him moan from the sudden hair pull.

“Oh my god, Tae, yes, keep it going" she screamed as the vibration of his moan echoed through her body in intense waves of pleasure.

He sucks faster, Y/N juices glistening all over his chin. The hand that was on her thigh is now at her entrance, his index finger playing around with her folds. She tugged his hair and he instantly responded, shoving two fingers in with no warning and pumping in the same rhythm as he toyed with her clit, making Y/N jerk and shudder in front of him.

“Mmmmh” was all she managed to say. With her eyes and lips tightly closed she could feel the sweet sweet edge getting closer.

However, that wonderful sensation didn't last long, coming to a full stop when Taehyung suddenly removed his fingers from inside her. She clenched around nothing and immediately opened her eyes only to find him leaving pecks all over her core, then her thighs, moving up to her belly button, her stern, then her breasts, her neck, and finally her lips.

Strangely, she wasn’t mad that he had denied her orgasm, but in fact, a little excited by what was next.

“Tonight…” he mumbled in her ear right after slowly kissing her sweet spot, "...you’re gonna cum only on my cock” and ran his hand up her thigh landing a slap on her ass. “Got that?”

“Yes, sir” she growled back pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt with her legs twisted around his waist.

That was it for him. The growl that left her mouth made Taehyung understand why men dueled a few centuries ago, why perhaps some leaders started wars — it was this primal response the responsible for waking up deep desires within one's soul.

Then he hovered above Y/N for a brief moment, supporting his weight on both hands on either side of her head, so he could bend down and kiss her again. Their tongues explored each other without ceremony or reservation, in a way that was more sensual than weird. Taehyung scooped his hands behind Y/N’s lower back, bringing her up to him and then slowly raising both of them to sit upright. She moved her arms to rest on Taehyung's shoulders, entangling her hands behind his neck and pulling him closer without breaking the kiss. Neither of them wanted to stop, not even to gasp for more air. It was too addictive.

Taehyung took a step back from the table and Y/N followed him plopping down onto her feet. He started taking off her dress and she helped him by wiggling until the fabric fell to the floor. The feeling started to get more urgent as Y/N kissed Taehyung's jaw and neck as she worked skillfully to undo his belt. Before she knew it, his pants and boxers were on the floor too and she took the opportunity to break the kiss.

“You handle it different when you mad” she observed as she pushed him to the opposite wall and began kissing him once more, a bit more savage than before, pulling his bottom lip with her teeth, “I missed it” she laughed teasingly looking into his eyes.

“Sex fire when you in your feels" Taehyung shrugged and slid down his hands from her back to her ass leaving a squeeze before stopping right below the curve. That was him signaling to Y/N he’s about to lift her up and she doesn’t miss a beat once he takes a step towards her to get enough space. Once she’s up and has her ankles hooked behind his back he starts kissing her again and walks them to the table.

Taehyung sits Y/N down and she suddenly breaks the kiss panting heavily.

“I want you to fuck me from behind.”

His breath got hitched in his throat. She was so perfect. Why in the hell did he break up with her? Fucking idiot, he thought.

“God, you’re perfect. Bend over" he commanded.

Y/N stood up and turned around bending over the table. Her nipples were so hard and as they brushed over the wood surface she couldn’t help but let out a small and almost inaudible moan. She spread her legs a little and wiggled her ass, impatient to feel Taehyung inside of her. She was dripping.

As Taehyung watched her do that, he felt his cock twitch, precum making his tip shine. So he stepped in, right hand on his member aligning himself at her entrance, left hand with open palm down, caressing Y/N from the top of her cheeks up to her lower back as he slid in. She was so wet for him.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N” he said, placing his now free hand on where her leg met her hip, staying still for a couple of seconds enjoying how her pussy adjusted around him.

Y/N backed her ass more, making him bottom out — oh what a glorious feeling, he was so big. I’m complete, she thought to herself as holding tightly to the edge of the desk to the point where her knuckles were beginning to turn white. Taehyung started slow but then changed to a faster rhythm pounding in a way that had Y/N moaning shamelessly.

“It feels so good, Tae, I might have to piss you off more often, shit”

He snickered and slapped her ass hard. “You like it when I get rough, don’t you?”

Y/N moved her legs a little bit closer together to make it tighter for him. “You like it when I make it tight, don’t you?” she said between thrusts and Taehyung almost cummed at the sudden feeling.

Taehyung couldn't help but laugh a little out loud. Y/N had this incredible gift of surprising him when he truly least expected it. Fucking her was pure bliss and, honestly, the best part of his day whenever it happened. Which is why it was such a shame she didn't know how to be in a relationship.

So he slowed down his pace and reached in front of Y/N’s tight, which for a second made her think he was going to give some extra attention to her pulsing clit but no, it was only to grab her knee and put it on the table completely changing the angle and making his cock reach deeper hitting her special spot just right. Taehyung bent over and placed a wet kiss on her back. She was being such a good girl.

“Fuck yes, right there Tae." Y/N could almost cry at the sensation, it was all so overwhelming. Taehyung was right, nobody could fuck her like he did. He always knew what to do, what she liked and how to hit it. No man could compare. It was too bad he didn’t know how to be in a relationship. “Harder" she muttered under her breath.

Taehyung slowed down just a bit and rammed more precisely and deeply. His hands were firm on Y/N hips and his fingers would definitely leave the spot sore the next day. He loved some sloppy sex, but he was already so close and he wanted her to finish with him.

As the two fucked the brains out of each other, the same thought hung in the back of their minds: such great chemistry is an extreme waste when people are terrible at communication and feelings.

It would be much easier if this toxic pattern of breaking up and getting back didn't repeat itself so often. Perhaps in the next lifetime, when they finally learn a healthy way to love each other, the cycle could be broken. Until then, all they had left was the brief mutual satisfaction their bodies could provide.

Totally surrendered to the sensation of having Taehyung satisfying her like never before, Y/N began feeling that friendly electricity spread through her body as she was so close to reaching her release. Her legs felt like jelly and she wondered how come she hadn't collapsed yet. She heaved and propped her torso up, bringing both of her hands down from the edge to stabilize herself on the table while she tilted her head back and bounced relentlessly on his cock.

“Tae, I’m gonna cum.”

Between his thrusts, Taehyung quickly slid his right hand down Y/N clit and rubbed it fast with the right amount of pressure until he felt her walls clenching hard and her juices coat his shaft, allowing him to finally relax and reach his high too.

A muffled moan was all Y/N heard from him as they rode their high. She knew the quieter he came, the stronger his orgasm was. She could feel every inch of him and it was marvelous — every throb his thick cock made and every drop of cum. She wanted to say something but she needed to catch her breath first.

Once they calmed down enough to make complete sentences, Y/N brought her leg down and stood up. Taehyung removed himself from inside her but didn’t move, forehead resting on her shoulder blade.

“That was amazing, Y/N" he gushed as he kissed her shoulder. Y/N smiled.

Taehyung turned around and started looking for his trousers. He found Y/N’s dress first and threw it in her direction.

“Why I gotta fuck you up to make you fuck like that?” she asked with a mischievous smile sliding her dress down and fixing her hair.

He smiled and wet his lips with his tongue, running his hands through his hair. “Because I’m not a vanilla man,” he grabbed his boxers and started to clean himself up with it, “and you have taste."

“Had taste. Past." Y/N approached and cupped his face, “We’re not doing this anymore, Tae" she warned, giving him a quick peck on the lips, “I mean it.”

“That’s exactly what you said last time” Taehyung lifted his chin up, looking smugly at Y/N, “We both know it's never really goodbye.” She just rolled her eyes at him and started walking backwards to the stockroom door.

“Bye, Tae.”

Y/N had a love-hate relationship with how presumptuous Taehyung could be. Even though it turned her on, she knew they couldn't go on like this. She allowed this behavior so logically she had to be the one to end it. Stop being so horny, she chided herself. She promised that tonight was the last time, for real, she got Taehyung out of her system. The week was shitty, he was here, he helped and now they’re done.

Pediatric Oncology

“Oncology. Interesting choice.”

She snaps her head around to look at him.

Now, face-to-face with her, he can see how much she’s changed in the last decade. The nose ring she’d worn the entire time he’d known her is gone, and it’s only because he knows to look for it that he can see the hole it left behind. Her face looks thinner than before, her cheekbones more defined, and she’s not wearing any makeup either - no more dark eyeshadow or thick black mascara like in all the photos tucked away in albums at his parents’ house.

“Can I help you with something, Dr Marcel?”

Their eyes meet, and for a moment, he can see reflected back at him the same pain he’s become so good at hiding from everyone. He wonders if she can see it too, if his guard is down enough to be vulnerable for once, but if she can, she does a good job of ignoring it.

“It’s been a while.”

She nods, then turns her attention back to her computer. “Ten years.” 

She’s not interested in talking, that much Crockett’s sure of, and if it were anybody else, he’d just shut up and leave them alone. But it’s Sarah, and he has so much he wants to say that he can’t even get the words straight in his head, so he stays where he is and tries his hardest to make conversation.

“How have you been? How’s your mom?”

“We’re fine.”

“And Buffy? Her birthday should be coming up around now, right?”

“She’s dead.”

His face falls, and Sarah has to bite back a smile.

“She’d be twenty now, Crockett. How many twenty-year-old dogs do you know?”

“No, yeah, of course. My bad.”

He turns back to his computer, but every few seconds he glances at Sarah from the corner of his eye. Her attention is fixed completely on her own screen, and she chews absentmindedly on her bottom lip as she reads. Crockett’s never seen her do that before, so he watches, oblivious to the fact that he’s staring until she turns to face him.

“What are you doing?”

He quickly looks away, then mumbles what sounds to Sarah like an attempt at an apology. Maybe he means it, maybe he’s just saying it to get her to stop looking like she wants to kill him, but she doesn’t care enough either way to try and figure it out. Instead, she logs out of her computer, grabs her tablet and half-empty cup of coffee, and makes it approximately two steps before Crockett’s voice stops her in her tracks.

“Sarah, wait.”

“Is this important? Because I have patients I need to see.”

“What happened to your accent?” he asks, sounding almost, genuinely sad that it’s gone.

“It went away when I moved to New York. Now is that all? Because I can’t just stand here and make small talk when I have patients that are relying on me. You’d have hated it if Harper’s doctor had done that.”

She did not expect to be met at her door by a frazzled looking Sarah, her curls falling from a poorly executed bun as she paced outside April’s place. In the dimly lit hallway she could just make out the darkened skin around her eyes, evidence enough that the other woman had not been resting on her break like they assumed.

“Sarah?”

“I- April,” Sarah came into the apartment when her friend indicated she could, kicking her boots off haphazardly. She barely kept herself from falling over, huffing in frustration when her sock partially came off in the fake leather. She yanked it back up with a haste April had never seen, not from Sarah. She was usually so gentle and never got this angry. April knew the aftermath of her mentor being shot had shaken Sarah more than she let on but this kind of attitude was nothing like her.

“Sarah, what happened?”

“I try so fucking hard,” she didn’t answer the question before she returned to her rhythmic pacing, “I do, don’t I?”

“Yeah, of course you do. What is this about, though?”

“Everything. It’s about fucking everything in my life, April. Nothing ever goes right and I can’t do anything, not anymore.”

The nurse knew there was no right way to go about this, something had happened and Sarah was not in the mindset to logic it out. The fire in her eyes and her white knuckles told April that her pain was only felt as anger in that moment. It scared her, almost too much for comfort, to see her friend like this. She resembled a cornered lioness, pacing the area as her eyes searched for something. An escape? An answer? An outlet for her anger? Whatever it was, April wasn’t too keen on finding out the answer.

“Sarah, hey,” she tried gently, “Why don’t you take a breath and calm down? Then we can talk about this.”