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“fuck.”

you winced at the blood pooling on your finger, bringing your mouth to the blood, sucking it away.

it’s not that you couldnt take care of yourself, your dad was just being careful. thats what you told yourself, at least. all the maids, the bodyguards, the endless surveillance of the castle. it feels like an apology, for not being here. you couldnt even guess when you saw him last. you couldnt even walk out into the front yard without a bodyguard.

a drop of blood blossomed on the diary page you were writing on. the same paper that cut you, you kept using. and that summed you up pretty well.

megumi fushiguro. you wrote his name in cursive, smiling to yourself.

you were 13 when you first met him. your new bodyguard. since then, you dragged him to endless nepo baby parties as a cover. he had to be with you anyway, so it was easier to simply be intoxicated around him, maybe then his hand on your waist would linger, and the-

you shut the diary. “it would be shameful if anyone found this.” you thought to yourself, placing the diary in your nightstand where it belonged. megumis room was just across the hall from yours, another precaution your father took, of course.

5 years ago

your father called you to his office, it was honestly a long walk to the other side of the house, so you groaned at the call, being an angsty teenager of course. until you laid eyes on him, making the walk worth it.

“this is megumi fushiguro, he will be assuming the position of your main bodyguard from today onwards.”

you bit back your jaw from dropping, and opted for a simple smile instead.
“nice to meet you, fushiguro.” you nodded, making things concise so you wouldnt falter your expression. to be fair, he was so young, you guys were so close in age its hard for a shut in like yourself not to want to tackle him.

at first, he was serious and stern. but for the latter of the years, he slowly let down his walls, becoming the megumi you know and love today.

present

it was midnight now, in honor of it being friday night, why not have a little fun? you slipped on a bathing suit, nothing crazy, just a black chanel bikini. you threw on a loose t shirt over it, that you probably stole from megumi one night, and headed to the kitchen to pour yourself some alcohol. were you old enough to be drinking? nope, you werent even 18 yet, but who was gonna stop you?

you poured some malibu in a champagne glass, adding a shot of pineapple juice before walking out to the poolside. laying down on an inflatable pool bed, you sighed, drink in hand. its hard not to think about him.

“pool party without me?” his voice cut through your train of thoughts. you whipped around, sighing when you realized it was just him.

“trying to give me a heart attack at 17?” you sighed.

“no, but that malibu probably will.” he said, crouching by the pool and snatching the glass.

you open your mouth in protest, before he brings the rim of the glass to his lips, effectively drinking your entire serving.

you look at him dumbfounded before he flips the inflatable youre on, dumping you into the freezing water. when your head pokes up from out of the water, youre gasping for air.

“im gonna kill you..”

“dont bite the hand that feeds you now, princess.” he says monotonedly, helping you out of the pool.
you stood there, soaked, hands pushing the hair out of your face, breathing heavily. “i just… i just did my hair.. you cunt..” you breathe out.

“aw.. did i ruin the pool party already?” he hums, wrapping a towel around you.

so yeah.. maybe the megumi youve been daydreaming about is totally different from the real megumi.

“sometimes i wish a missile hit just your room in the castle then maybe, just maybe i could relax.” you grabbed the shirt you were previously wearing, and the now empty champagne glass.

megumi turned around, “thats not very nic-” his sentence was cut off by pool water slapping him in the face. he stood in shock for a few seconds, before he was chasing you back into the house.

you screamed, running past the kitchen into the living room, laughing as he chased you, the second you turned around he tackled you over the living room carpet, your body hitting the ground with a loud thud. before you could protest, you made eye contact with him. water droplets from his hair dripping onto your face, the alcohol from his breath. your body slowly started to relax on the ground. both of you panting, staring up at eachother.

and thats when megumi realized. that you werent some bratty 13 year old anymore. you could see his gaze lower on your body, making eye contact with your cleavage. his eyes went down further, locking on the diamond attached to your belly button twinkling.

“when did you get that?” megumi spoke, panting, moving to sit on his heels.

“wouldnt you like to know, weather boy..” you said, sitting up. “anyway, ive gotta wash this chlorine out of my hair, no thanks to you.” you grabbed the now wet cover up shirt you brought and made the journey back to your room.

as soon as the door clicked closed behind you, you fell to the ground, feeling the heat rush to your face.

“fuck.”

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so it turns out being dunked in 60 degree water is kind of like the recipe for a cold. you groaned as you woke up, hair still wet from last night.

looking around as you sat up, your eyes landed on the clock.

12:05 pm

“ah jeez..” you muttered. your head was pounding, everything was itchy, and the sun rays glaring through your window had to be piercing your eyes at the perfect angle.

too bad, cause you had shit to do today. you stumbled over to the bathroom, pouring a couple tylenol in your hand as you threw them down the back of your throat like a shot. no point in hiding it now, you had to leave for the party in a couple hours.

there were only a few perks of being a nepo baby, the money, the fame, and the parties. every saturday, 10pm, there was a rager in the hidden hills. didn't matter whose house, everyone was always there. and every saturday, you'd be there. with, or without megumi.

your slippers clinked against the marble floors as you made your way over to your vanity to at least take care of your skin, even though you still felt like shit. you watched megumi walk in behind you from the mirror.

“hey asshole, you totally got me fucking sick.” you shot him a glare.

“no, you got you sick.” he sighed, plopping on the couch. “do we really have to do this shit again? this party shit.. it's exhausting.”

“oh boohoo megumi like you're just so busy, come be useful and curl my hair please..”

“you know, if youre so sick, why are we even going?” he shot back, walking over to the vanity. “and i'm pretty sure i signed up for bodyguard not hair stylist.”

you let yourself slouch against the back of the chair as you felt him carefully brushing your hair. you angled your head up to look at him when his eyes met yours, he made a face and pushed your head the other way.

“you never answered my question.” he started.

“i'm going to this party because im not lame, and you contractually have to follow me there.”

he groaned, squishing his cheek against the top of your head. “i'm tired too..” he mumbled.

“don't try to be cute. it's not working.” you said matter-of-factly.

he noticed. he noticed now, how you leaned into his touch, suddenly he noticed all of the tension. to be fair, he was almost 23 now, and you were just a kid. he was like your better-looking, funnier, older brother, but now..

11pm

megumi's hand was on your waist as you pushed past all the people, bee lining for the kitchen, desperate to get some alcohol in your system. the kitchen was crowded too, but you spotted the mystery concoction in a drink dispenser. you grabbed two glasses and filled them up, pushing the latter of the two drinks against megumi's chest.

“i'm not drinking on the job.. jeez.”

“consider it a royal order to finish the drink, bitch.” you smirked, leading him to the center of the house party, the music was so loud you could barely hear, but after a few gulps of whatever the drink was, your ears stopped hurting.

heaven and back - chase atlantic

considering you were cross faded and almost done your drink by now, you were pretty out of it. it felt so nice to be free, and i'm sure everyone else here felt the same euphoria.

you had your arms draped around megumi's tall shoulders, second drink now discarded. everything was kinda blurry, and you just felt like smiling and dancing. megumi seemed to be having a great time, too. singing back to you to whoever's party playlist this was. both of you were insanely drunk by now. when it was time to leave, the chauffeur was ready for u guys, since megumi couldn't drive back, clearly.

after drunkenly harassing the poor chauffeur, u guys kept playing loud music in the car. u guys were sprawled out in the backseat in the short drive back to the castle. megumi was sober enough by the time we got back to carry you back to your room and basically throw you on the bed.

“i cant sleep with my.. makeup on.. gumi..” you whined.

“the fuck do i look like..?” he slurred back, taking off your heels and tossing them on the ground.

“gimmie a shirt.. damn.” you mumbled, sitting up.

megumi picked out the first shirt he saw in your closet and threw it at you.

you stripped out of your dress, throwing it on the ground next to your discarded heels and slipped the oversized shirt on.

“..you staying the night?” you mumbled.

“is that a royal order too?” he smirked, clicking the lamp off and kicking his shoes off, before climbing into your bed.

“megumiii.. you smell like alcohol.” you whined, tossing an arm around him.

“takes one to know one.” he mumbled close to your ear.

his thigh slid in between yours as he tried to get comfortable with you. your face found a resting spot in the crook of his neck.

as soon as his hand touched your bare hip, its like a switch flipped inside of you.

you wiggled against his thigh, before opening your mouth to suck on his neck.

“fuck.. y/n.. youre drunk.” he almost whined. suddenly, his voice sounded like heaven and you had no intention of letting go.

his hand ran up underneath your shirt, feeling over your soft body. you gently pulled away, finding his lips in the dark, he was warm. your tongue swiped his lips open, moaning at the feeling of his tongue against yours. his hand gripped your hip, forcing you to grind against him. you pulled away, whimpering close to his ear. everything was hot, for the first time, it felt like you were on fire.

you let it happen. you let him flip you over, leaving kisses on your now exposed stomach, the shimmer of your belly button piercing taunting him again. the shirt he first threw at you now discarded on the ground with the rest of your clothes. you pulled his shirt off. your legs wrapping around his lower back as you pulled him into you, grinding against his clothed dick.

he whimpered in your ear, leaving marks on your neck and collarbones. you were quick to slide your panties off letting the cold air of your bedroom nip at your, now extremely wet, hole.

he lined himself up with you, no protection, just heat of the moment. in one quick thrust, his entire length filled you up. you moaned into the comforter with each thrust, throwing your head back and trying to grind against him for more friction, he gripped your hip, his pace quickening. he was hunched over, biting into the pillow as your insides gripped his dick.

he was quick to flip you over on your stomach half way through, gripping your sides as he filled you up again. why does this feel so much better when youre drunk? you gripped the sheets as he slammed into you, his fingers digging into your sides as the sound of clapping filled your ears.

“megumi.. fuck.. ah. ‘m close.. ngh..” you managed to mutter, tears pooling at the sides of your eyes.

he whimpered as he pulled out, ropes of cum littering your back as he panted, petting your hair as he wiped your back with the same designer shirt from earlier.

he plopped down in bed next to you after slipping his boxers back on, tossing the comforter over your exposed body and pulling you close.

“‘m sorry if i was too roug-”

“im in love with you.” you cut him off, closing your eyes and pulling him close, quickly falling asleep in his arms.

“what the fuck..”

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megumi woke up, his head throbbing, a familiar scent filling his nose. he knew he wasnt in his room, but one thing he wasnt prepared for is to wake up to see you laying on his chest. your breathing was even, your bare shoulders peeking out over the comforter. he groaned, pushing you aside to get up, it didnt quite click that last night wasnt a dream until he saw the clothes on the ground. he paused, his eyes going wide as he turned around again, looking at your sleeping state. he immediately brought his hands to his face and sighed into them.

5:12am

thats when he left.

he didnt quite know what came over him. he can only remember bits and pieces, how did it turn into sex so quickly? you were drunk and a minor, that was totally some kind of rape.. he didnt even use a condom. fuck alcohol. all he could feel was regret, and he knew he just needed some fresh air.

the familiar pool, the familiar smell of chlorine filled his nose as he stumbled onto one of the poolside lounge chairs. to be fair, last night he had unprotected, non-consensual sex with the one person he was being paid to protect. if anyone found out, and i mean anyone, he would never be able to see you again, and everything would be over.

6:00am is when your alarm rang, oh right. that stupid meeting, with your stupid fucking absent father.

everything hurt. your head, your body, your heart, and you just had the craziest fucking dream. the sunrise blinded you as you sat up in bed, realizing you were in fact naked.

“..what the hell?”

last night came flooding in, and your eyes got wider with each memory. that wasnt a crazy dream, megumi fushiguro totally gave you backshots then left in the morning like a sneaky link.

all the heat rushed to your face at once. how could this have happened? you bit your nails as you sat up in bed.

“i need to see him.”

your hair was a tangled mess, which you were soon to fix in the mirror, throwing on some sweatpants and a fitted long sleeve. if anyone could listen in to your brain right now, all they would hear is his name.

you immediately went into his room, but it was empty. he would be sleeping right now, what the fuck is going on? you made your way to the kitchen, looking around as you grabbed a glass of water for your throat. you turned around to look outside, until you saw him sprawled out on one of the lounge chairs. you sighed in relief, and carefully slid open the sliding doors leading to the pool.

he only half smiled when he saw you, his eyes immediately turning away.

“megumi..” you started.

“im sorr-”

“do you-”

you both started, sighing.

“you go first” you muttered, sitting next to him

“i just wanted to say im sorry, and you can tell your dad if you want, i was drunk, and i didnt mean for all of t-”

“are you saying you regret it?” you quickly pierced his sentence, eyebrows knitted together.

he looked over at you, finally.

“i would rather talk about this somewhere else.”

one sentence landed you guys back in your room. he leaned against the headboard of your bed, you felt like the relationship you worked on for 5 years was either about to crumble completely, or become stronger than ever.

“am i supposed to say i dont regret having sex with a drunk 17 year old?” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “and if.. and if you meant what you said last night, that you really loved me, i cant say i feel the same, i mean-”

that was all it took. for the tears to pool at your eyes.

“yeah. totally megumi. just take my virginity, then turn around the next morning and say it meant nothing.” you winced.

“i was fucking drunk!” he raised his voice.

“i was drunk too! and i knew exactly what i was doing. youre so fucked up.”

“dont cry.. you know damn well this cant happen. and what if i felt that way about you? we could date? get married? youre delusional..”

“get the fuck out of my room megumi.” you snapped.

he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

your blood was boiling, your tears littering his shirt. his gentle touch, rubbing your back like he cared. like he actually fucking cared.

“dont hate me.” he mumbled.

“i do.” you choked out.

and he hated hearing that most of all. what was this feeling? he saw the hickeys poking out of your shirt, and he squeezed you tighter.

“princess..” he mumbled, pulling your face up to look at him. and just like that, he was kissing you again. you placed your hand against his chest in an attempt to push him away, but after a while, you relaxed into the kiss.

“i need to smoke.” is what he mumbled as he gently pulled away.

he picked you up by the back of your thighs, carrying you to his room, scared to leave you alone.

you laid on his chest. the couch in his room was pushed against the window, so thats where he always smoked. his arm was draped out the window, blunt in hand, the other hand finding comfort on your lower back.

“its not that, i dont want this.” he started. “its just that, this is something i cant have, no matter what, and im scared.”

“can i royally order you to love me? and to forget the future?” you spoke into his chest.

he only hummed. “say it, say you love me again.”

‘i love you, megumi.”

“fuck.”