getawayfromreality

[getawayfromreality]

Mafia! BTS - They're Jealous

Warnings: violence and some nsfw

Jin

You were having lunch with your boyfriend at a local French bistro you both adored. You managed to find some time off your lessons and Jin cleared his schedule at lunchtime. The two of you got together at the bistro, a bouquet of tulips waiting for you on your side of the table. You kissed Jin and thanked him for the flowers, taking in the fresh scent of spring. He pulled out the chair for you as you sat and he ordered some wine for the two of you. You spoke of your day and he mentioned a thing or two from his, remaining very secretive as always.

"Wow, Y/N, is that you?" asked a familiar voice that made your head turn around. It was your former classmate from high school C/N. The two of you weren't particularly close nor would you consider yourselves friends, but still, you did talk every now and again.

His palm was resting on the back of your shoulder, making you uncomfortable.

"Oh, hi, what are you doing here?" you greeted politely and smiled.

"Man, you look great, Y/N," said C/N as he looked you up and down.

"Thanks," you muttered uneasily, noticing the darkness obscuring your boyfriend's eyes. He saw your discomfort but could not help but chew on the fact that you smiled at C/N.

"You know, just came to get some lunch," C/N finally responded, nodding to himself when suddenly his gaze met Jin's. "Oh, sorry, I didn't even notice you were here with someone," he apologized, completely taken back by someone else's presence next to you.

"She is," said your boyfriend and got up from his chair. "I'm Kim Seokjin, Y/N's boyfriend," he introduced himself, watching the colour drain from your former classmate's face. It was not uncommon for people to react this way when they heard Jin's name. Doubtlessly they heard of him, especially on the street and in gossip that sometimes did not do justice to his bloody work.

"Do you want to join us for lunch?" asked Jin and smiled, making your own eyes widen. Your heartbeat quickened immensely because you knew Jin was not serious, he was just playing with his toy.

"N-no, thanks, I should p-probably just go," stuttered C/N, his eyes flickering between you and Jin. You wanted to do something, say something but everything happened so quickly.

"Not interested in French cuisine anymore? Just my girlfriend then?" asked your boyfriend with a tone so cold that made C/N's veins ice. Jin's smile disappeared completely and instead got replaced with a terrible frown. His jaw clenched as he towered over C/N with ease.

"No, I... I didn't see you, I'm so-"

"Do you see me now?" asked Jin, leaning in further so that C/N could see the two guns waiting snuggly beneath each of Jin's arms. C/N's lip quivered. "You better pray I never see you again."

C/N scrambled from the restaurant in matter of seconds. You got up from your chair and watched his figure disappear. You could not help but feel a bit guilty because of Jin's reaction, no matter how usual it was to you.

"Jin," you spoke gently but his hands were already at your hips. He kissed you deeply, leaving you with nothing but lack of words and butterflies in your tummy.

Namjoon

You were lying on the sofa with Namjoon's hands roaming your body as your lips collided in a passionate make-out session. You had your legs wrapped around his waist and his own hands already slipped beneath your top. About to take it a step further, suddenly your phone began buzzing and dinging with notifications. You thought it was just going to be two texts but it rang so long that it made both you and Namjoon annoyed.

"I'm so sorry, Joon," you apologized out of breath as you reached for your phone on the coffee table. You had intended to turn it off and return to where you were but Namjoon noticed the countless texts sent to you by a random guy.

"Who's that?" he asked darkly as his glare pierced the phone.

"Just a classmate, he asked for some notes," you said about to throw the phone away but Namjoon snatched it from your hands.

"Hey," you whined. You didn't have anything to hide from him but your phone was still a part of your privacy. Your boyfriend opened the texts from C/N. His brows fell into a deep frown as he scrolled through the conversation.

"Namjoon, give it back," you asked trying to take it back, but he kept it from your reach easily as he was significantly taller than you. "I don't scroll through your phone either," you pointed out rationally and judging by your calmness, Namjoon knew you had no idea the kind of texts you just received. To test his theory, he returned you the phone. His jaw was clenched as he narrowed his eyes at you.

You checked your phone with suspicious interest. You screamed and dropped the phone in disgust at the sight of a sickening photo of C/N's genitals. "No! Joon, delete it, delete it! That's so gross!" you pointed at your phone that now lay on the carpet as if it were a giant spider.

Namjoon grabbed your phone and turned it off, deciding he will deal with it later. Content that his theory proved itself fruitful, he found your hips again and pulled you to his lap. His insides burned with jealousy but it only made him want to claim you more.

"No, come on, I'm not in the mood now..." you whined and scooted to sit by his side instead. Your nose was scrunched up and your lips curled at the thought of the photo again.

"Are you still going to send him your notes?" Namjoon teased you and pulled you back to him. This time you sat between his legs sideways so that he had the excess to your neck and your sweet spot as he planted kisses there.

"No! I'm going to block him, that's what you do with people like that," you frowned in disgust, moving your shoulder out of his reach and looked him in the eye.

"I have other ways to deal with him," said Namjoon in all seriousness. You studied him carefully, not wanting to know what he meant, although you had a pretty good idea.

"No, Namjoon, it's not worth it," you said earnestly, you and your girl friends having received too many of such photos to have all of these men killed. The world population would soon be extinct if that were the punishment.

"I decide that," said Namjoon darkly and made you straddle his lap. "Now, quit thinking about him, baby," he ordered, squeezing your bum. It turned out that that was not so hard after all. Namjoon's touch made you forget about everything, not just the phone and your stupid classmate. He kissed you deeply and passionately while he took off your top and then your bra. He left soft, wet kisses down your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair, holding back moans.

Yoongi

It was one of the first properly summer-like days, although it was still spring. You pulled on your favourite shorts and a beautiful top to go with it before you and your boyfriend set out for brunch. On the way through town, you passed your favourite record shop. Yoongi had the money to buy an entire library of brand new vinyl records but the two of you preferred the second-hand ones. It was so much fun when you'd each go to one of the racks and hunt for undiscovered music.

"Hey, what about this one? We don't have this one yet, right?" you asked, showing an album to Yoongi. "I love this band," you murmured beneath your breath as you read the titles on songs in the back.

"No, we don't," said Yoongi, glancing at the cover. He already opened his wallet to give you his credit card but you wouldn't have it.

"Nope, this one is mine," you waved the album in your hands and smiled.

"Yaa, jagi," whined your boyfriend as you grabbed your own wallet. He glared at you and shook his head.

You made your way to the salesman who was also the owner of the place. He recognized you from coming by so many times and immediately smiled. He had long hair and a beard that was only a few days old. You were much younger than him, at least ten or fifteen years, even though the man was not unattractive.

"It's great seeing you here again," he greeted as you handed him your record. You only smiled politely to which he returned a grin.

"Great album," he commented, not even bothering to prepare a receipt or anything.

"Yeah, I love B/N," you said.

"I'm S/N," he introduced himself out of nowhere and smiled brightly. You shook his hand and introduced yourself as well. Upon hearing your name, Yoongi turned around and saw you shaking hands with the salesman. His stomach gave a squeeze at the sight of his filthy hand holding yours and he wanted nothing more but to shoot him on the spot. But he would not do it in front of you, although his gun waited patiently behind his waist. Instead, he made his way towards you.

"No, I can't accept your money," said the salesman, "It's on the house."

"No, I want to pay for it," you insisted when Yoongi threw a hundred bill on the counter.

"Here, I take it you'll accept my money," said Yoongi darkly. S/N's eyes flickered between you and your boyfriend. His eyes rounded as his cheeks went pale at the way Yoongi stood beside you like a shield. The salesman recognized him no doubt, but his eyes were always focused on you whenever you came to the shop. That's why he never noticed that Yoongi was always with you.

"Are... Did... Did you two come together?" he asked nervously, the album in his hands trembling like a leaf.

"What do you think?" asked Yoongi absent-mindedly as he made his way around the counter. He glanced at the records displayed behind the salesman, not a hint of emotion on his face but his eyes did not lie. He was furious. You wanted to say something to stop what was coming but nothing crossed your mind. You were completely frozen on the spot and everything happened so quickly.

In the blink of an eye, Yoongi's hands balled around S/N's shirt and slammed him against the wall. His fists smashed against the salesman's face in three smooth moves, each of them making you jump. Blood poured from the man's nose and temple. He did not even stand a chance. He blinked through the blood that dripped onto his eye, barely remaining conscious.

"Touch her one more time and it will be the last time you have hands," your boyfriend threatened the guy. He nodded rapidly as bloody saliva trickled down his chin. Yoongi let go of him and the man dropped to the floor.

Yoongi cleaned the blood off his hands with some of the paper towels from the counter before turning to you. Not a single voice came from you this entire time. It was like you were paralyzed.

"W-why did you do that?" you whispered, not unused to it but this time it seemed completely unnecessary.

"Because you're mine and no one touches what's mine," he stated in a tone so low that made you shiver. Yoongi kissed you possessively, his fingers digging into your hips. "Don't fucking touch other men, Y/N, if you don't want them to end up the way this fuck did," he warned you before he found your lips again and claimed you as his own.

Hoseok

Hoseok had decided to take you on a shopping spree because he finally managed to get a Saturday off work. It was more entertaining for him than you really. He just sat on the velvet sofa and sipped champagne while you twirled for him in every outfit they had in the store.

You were just trying on a rosy pink dress that reached to your mid-thighs when someone called your name and it was not Hoseok. He too was disturbed because someone had just spoiled his view of you.

"Y/N, is that you?" asked one of the male employees, making his way towards you. You turned around and had a good look at the young man when suddenly it hit you - you were classmates in elementary school.

"Oh, hello," you smiled, wondering what are the odds.

"How are you? I haven't seen you in years," C/N said and grinned ear to ear. Your mothers knew each other well that's why the two of you were quite good friends when you were little. Unfortunately, you also recalled him having a slight pre-teen crush on you.

C/N kissed your cheek in a greet-sort-of-manner, although it did not feel like it.

"I'm okay, how about you?" You clenched your fists in discomfort but tried to keep a smile on your lips. You hated other people touching you other than your boyfriend, especially intimately.

Speaking of, Hoseok set down his unfinished champagne glass and buttoned his suit jacket in a gentleman manner before he joined at your side.

"Who is this, Y/N?" asked Hoseok politely as he wrapped his arm around your waist. You would not think it, but his touch felt reassuring, although you knew perfectly well what was going on in his mind.

"Um, Hoseok, this is my classmate from elementary school, C/N. Our mom's are good friends. C/N, this is Jung Hoseok, my boyfriend," you introduced. C/N nodded absent-mindedly, suddenly finding himself puzzled. Your boyfriend's name sounded very familiar to him but he could not place him anywhere. What more, although Hoseok appeared elegant and gentlemanly, the look in his eyes was that of pure rage.

"Pleasure," said your boyfriend and shook C/N hand. The young man stuttered an equal word of courtesy and nodded slightly.

"I... I should go, um... B-bye, Y/N," he hesitated and took off. You watched him disappear between the racks and mannequins before turning around to your boyfriend. Before Hoseok could even say a word, you already had your hands wrapped around his torso and your face pressed against his warm chest. The 'friendly' kiss on your cheek melted away in your boyfriend's embrace.

"It seems to me like you know this guy better than it seems, Y/N," finally spoke Hoseok and caressed your hair.

"He used to have a crush on me," you mumbled and peeled off Hoseok, glancing over your shoulder to make sure C/N was gone.

"He is your ex?" asked your boyfriend, the tone of his voice quiet and deep but not at all calm.

"W-what? No, of course not," you assured and smoothed your dress awkwardly. "You know I haven't dated anyone before you... I told you that," you mumbled as blush crept to your cheeks. Hoseok watched you with interest, loving to see you like this - you were adorable. He took your hand and made you spin beneath his arm.

"You look wonderful, baby," he whispered into your ear as he hugged you from behind and the two of you observed your reflection in the mirror. Hoseok imagined a thousand ways to destroy the stupid fool who dared brush his filthy lips against your cheek. The sight of how beautiful you are only made him want to claim you more.

He pressed delicate kisses from your neck to your shoulder, making you giggle before you pushed him away playfully and tried on another dress. Hoseok's glare searched the store for the idiot, remembering perfectly well his first and last name. It was going to be a piece of cake that he was going to enjoy devouring greatly, he decided as he sat down and finished his champagne.

Jimin

You weren't much of a party person, introverted as you were most of the time, but sometimes it felt good to dance and let out some steam. Jimin took you to one of his clubs where you sat for a drink first. Every employee knew him and everyone knew better to keep their eyes off you if they wanted to keep them. You purposely wore a less revealing dress than one that you'd usually wear to go dancing. But still, your outfit attracted unwanted eyes as tried to return to your table from the bathroom.

You passed the bar, where a group of young men was doing shots.

"Hey, hey, hey," one of them called and stopped you on your tracks. His hand was on your wrist as he pulled you to them, trying to start a conversation.

"I'm sorry, but I'm here with someone," you excused yourself politely, clearly not interested in their company. They all smelled of strong cologne that gave you a headache, what more you could smell heavy alcohol on their breaths.

"No, no, come on, I don't see anyone with you, darling," said another man, his hand suddenly on the small of your back. You jumped away immediately, your heartbeat through the roof.

"Sweetheart, what is going on?" said Jimin's silky voice. He was directly behind you, his breath touching your exposed collar. You turned around quickly but it was already too late. He saw you talking to them and he definitely saw the fear in your wide eyes. Your chest was raising swiftly as if you had ran a marathon. They scared you.

"Gentlemen, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," interrupted the bar manager politely. He referred only to the group of young men, of course, because Jimin owned the place. The manager's eyes flickered nervously between your boyfriend and the group of young men, lastly glancing at you too.

"Jimin, let's dance. I love this song," you insisted, although it was just a random tune, but you had to get him away. You tugged on his hand but he did not budge.

"Wait, wait! We have to leave and this fuck doesn't?" one of the young men got upset. "At least let us keep the girl-" he continued but Jimin released your hand from his grip and grabbed the man instead. He slammed his face against the edge of the bar counter, turning to the rest next. They were three left and all of them tried a swing at your boyfriend, thinking they could overpower him. But boy were they mistaken because they did not know who Jimin was.

Security guards dragged them outside discretely, including the man whose face was already broken.

"Jimin, don't, please, it's alright," you tried to calm the situation as he led you back to your table in the VIP section.

"No," said Jimin and placed his hands tightly on your waist. "It's not fucking alright. I saw where his hand was going," he growled through his gritted teeth and his grip even tightened but not to the point of hurt. You looked down, trying not to think about it.

"You wait for me here, my love," he said and caressed your cheek. He nodded at one of the massive bodyguards that stood by the walls. The man took his stand behind your table, keeping a watchful eye over you.

"Jimin, please don't go," you asked him and squeezed his hand.

"It'll only be a few minutes," he assured, "And then I'll dance with you," Jimin smiled softly as he propped your chin and kissed you. Although he appeared calm, there was a lightning storm within his eyes but there was nothing you could do about it.

Taehyung

"Are you mad at me, jagi?" asked your boyfriend, his legs crossed elegantly as he sat in his armchair. You barely glanced from your book from the other side of the room before looking back at the pages.

"No," you said effortlessly, although he was spot on and he knew it. You were upset with him because he nearly dragged you from your high school graduation anniversary party. Not physically, but emotionally. He could manipulate you so easily, especially in public when one wrong move from anyone could trigger your boyfriend into breaking someone's face. That was exactly what was about to happen, if you had not stopped Taehyung when you were having a conversation with one of your former classmates who also happened to be a man.

"Don't you want to talk to me, jagi?" asked Tae playfully as he watched you sit sideways in your own armchair, legs dangling over the side.

"No," you repeated your monotonous answer and turned the page, even though you had not finished a single sentence.

"Are you sure?" he continued and got up from his chair. He strolled towards you and snatched the book from your hands. "Because you don't seem to be too interested in the book either. You flicked the page five times in the last minute."

You stared in front of yourself before glaring into his eyes, although you knew perfectly well you were pushing your luck. You got up to leave but the moment you did, Tae's hands caught your waist and placed you in his lap.

"Leave me alone, Tae," you moaned in annoyance, trying to peel his grip off you but all in vain. He stared deep into your eyes, something which always made you look away.

"Why don't you talk to me instead? Tell me why you're acting this way," he teased you and kissed your bare shoulder. You frowned as he poured oil on fire. He knew perfectly well what upset you and yet he wanted to hear it come from your mouth.

"Let go of me," you snapped instead and finally managed to squirm out of his grip.

"Yaaa," whined Taehyung and got up as well. "Fine, I'll take you out tomorrow

"That's not the point! You think I want to go out? You know I hate going out. The point is that those people were my friends and I haven't seen them in years," you let out your frustration.

"Please, jagi, you have lots of friends far better than those bratty underachievers," said Taehyung leisurely and made his way towards you.

"I decide who my friends are, not you!" You did your best to remain stoic but when Taehyung stopped no more than a couple of inches away from you, you wanted to melt beneath his presence. He towered over you and his voice turned silky as it always did when he was upset.

"Alright," he spoke, nodding a little, "You can have as many friends as you like, alright, jagi?" Tae stared down into your eyes. Your kneels lost all strength and your heart dropped to your stomach.

"Just remember, you are only my girlfriend." He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingertips brushing against your cheekbone. "If anyone else forgets that," he spoke softly, "I'll shoot them."

Jungkook

"What is going on?" asked your boyfriend, interrupting the conversation you were having with one of his business partners at the gala benefit. The two of you were talking about pollution and how it effected the local environment when Jungkook's arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

The man you were speaking to nodded courteously and shook Jungkook's hand. Judging by the expression on his face, the grip your boyfriend offered was not gentle. The other man cleared his throat, clearly flushed in the cheeks. He was quite older than you but not terribly unattractive.

"Ugh, it was nice to meet you, Ms Y/N. A pleasure really," he spoke politely and smiled at you. "Quite an extraordinary lady you have here, Mr Jung."

"I know," said Jungkook, sounding almost as if he were making a threat. You looked up at him quickly and noticed the fury in his eyes. His chest was tense and his jaw was clenched as the man excused himself and left towards the bar.

"Why the fuck were you talking to him?" growled Jungkook the moment the man was out of earshot.

"What?" you breathed, looking up at your boyfriend.

"Don't give me that, Y/N," he scoffed and pulled you aside into the empty lobby. His back was tense beneath his black shirt that matched your evening gown, and the grip on your palm tightened.

"Jungkook, it was nothing. We were talking about pollution for Christ's-" you tried to reassure him but it was all for nothing.

"I don't give a fuck about what you were talking about," he snapped and you frowned. "I saw the way he was looking at you."

"What are you talking about?" you asked half astounded half annoyed. But as you stared into Jungkook's eyes, you could notice it loud and clear - desire.

"Kiss me," demanded Jungkook, surprising you to your very core. He was not one to show physical affection in public, what more demand it. You licked your lips and caressed his cheek before you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him softly. Yet it was not enough for him. He deepened the kiss immediately and squeezed your hips, trapping you against one of the walls.

"I'm going to kill him if he fucking looks at you again," breathed Jungkook against your lips, returning to them over and over again. "I'll fucking kill him, I swear."

You had never seen him act this way before. A little bit jealous and overprotective, sure, but never this possessive. He wanted you all for himself. Not just your body but your heart, your thoughts and emotions. The fact that you would talk to any other man, insignificant as they were, made him want to set the whole benefit on fire.

You were not sure why or if it was even right, yet butterflies danced in your tummy, making you feel all warm and light as a feather.

"Take me home," you whispered passionately against his lips. He did not have to be asked twice.

[getawayfromreality]

Shield || jjk

⇢ pairing: security guard!jungkook x bartender!reader ⇢ genre: fluff, romance, smut ⇢ word count: 18.6k ⇢ warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex, rough sex, lots of dirty talk it’s pretty filthy, a brief scene of harassment (it’s not graphic, no touching involved), spanking, hair pulling, jungkook has a big dick, jungkook is the cutest shyest boy to ever exist, reader and jk blush A LOT, jk in a leather jacket that’s about it ⇢ summary: An unfortunate, messy situation involving a drunk asshole not taking no for an answer prompts your boss to hire a new security guard to stay near, just for safe-keeping. When all you were expecting was a guy in his late thirties who couldn’t bother to smile, much less be friendly, you’re pleasantly surprised by the cute, rather shy guy whose job is to keep his eyes on you and protect you for five nights a week.

A/N: I am SOSOSOSO happy with this fic. I had so much fun writing it. This was written in a couple of days where I just sat for straight HOURS writing like,,,,5k words a sitting. I love this with my whole heart and I hope y’all do too. Please, let me know what you think, feedback is, as always, very much appreciated!

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BTS Reaction To: How They React to getting Jealous (Maknae Line)

Summary: the boys get jealous and don’t know how to react.

Warnings: some angst in Taehyungs, a proud Jin, jealous Maknae Line, and a confused Jungkook, fluff.

Notes: I wanted a little angst so I made Taehyungs angsty-ish. I apologize for any errros and if some things don’t make sense. I’m tired as hell, but I wanted to get another update in this week.

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Jimin:

Jimin glared at you and Hoseok through the dance mirror, arms crossed and a scowl on his face. The blood from both dancing and jealousy ran through his veins as he watched the interaction of both you and Hoseok.

He rolled his eyes at how you loudly laughed at the thing Hoseok showed you on his phone, then scoffing at the smirk that Hoseok held on his face.

“Hyung,” Jimin spoke monotonously; but coldly to his his Hyung. “We need to practice this last part and we can’t get it done if you continue flirting with my girlfriend.”

Right now, Jimin didn’t care if he was making it obvious that he was jealous, he just wanted Hoseok to stop talking to you. He watched your smile fall from your face after he spoke, making him feel slightly guilty due to the embarrassed blush on your face. He wanted to say that he wasn’t mad at you, he just couldn’t help his jealousy and didn’t want to act on impulse since he knows how angry he can get.

When Hoseok answered and got back into position, the two Bangtan boys began dancing. Once they were finished Jimin made a beeline towards you. Crouching down to your level, he collected your hands in his and kissed the tops of them.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked, not looking up at him.

“No, jagi, why would I be mad at you?” Jimin questioned confusedly.

“Because you sounded like it when you called for Hoseo and had a irritated look on your face.” You pointed out, now looking up at him.

“I just didn’t like how close Hoseok was to you.” Jimin answered, trying his hardest not to blush that would show that he was lying.

A small smile made its way onto your face, causing Jimin to get nervous because of how quick you picked up on his lie. “Chim, were you jealous?” You teasingly asked. Your question cause Jimin to whine, nuzzling his blushing face into your neck. Giggling, yoh ran your fingers through his hair. “Oh, I love you Jiminie.”

Taehyung:

Usually, Taehyung is in the center of the spotlight when you all go out due to his hyperactive, joking and carefree personality coming out. He is always laughing, pulling pranks on his Hyungs and Maknae, interacting with your friends, and just being his usual self.

But tonight he isn’t, he is the complete exact opposite.

Taehyung sat in the booth of the bar that you, the boys, and some of your friends decided to go to on this Saturday night. At first, Taehyung was estatic to go and just chill out from how busy his week was. He was his bubbly self, that is, until, Y/G/F/N showed up.

Taehyung never liked him because he got the vibe that he had a thing for you - which you laughed at because Y/G/F/N is gay. Once Taehyung found that out, he let it go and was relieved about it. But for some reason, every time the three of you were together with your other friends, Y/G/F/N always gave Taehyung a mocking smirk before pulling you away from Taehyung, which rubbed Taehyung the wrong way. Your friend seemed to be extra touchy and flirty which confused and pissed off Taehyung.

So, that leads to now. Taehyung glared at your friend from his spot, slowly sipping his beer. Every now and then your friend would turn around and smirk and Taehyung before turning his attention to you. As Taehyung was taking a sip of his beer, he watched closely as your friends hands moved slowly down your back. Leaning down, he whispered something into your ear, making you giggle and that was the last straw for Taehyung.

Slamming his beer down, he shot up from his seat and stormed over towards you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you into his chest and glared at your friend.

“Touch my girlfriend one more time and I’ll make sure you regret. I don’t know who you think you are by flirting with my girlfriend and being all touchy with her. At first I was okay with it since I trust Y/N and what she tells me, but you purposely making sure I’m watching you be all touchy with her is a huge no. She’s my girlfriend and you should respect that.” Taehyung growled, standing to his full height, slightly towering over your friend.

Your friends eyes were wide with shock and slight fear due to how intimidating Taehyung. Before he could apologize and explain why he was doing what he was doing, Taehyung pulled you away from your friend and to the parking lot.

The whole time you were quiet and shocked from the whole thing. You wanted to speak, but you were nervous on making Taehyung even more mad. You didn’t realize what Y/G/F/N was doing because his affection has always been like that towards everyone. When you got to the car, you glanced over at Taehyung, wanting to talk to him, but the angry look on his face had you keeping your mouth shut.

Jimin may be the scariest when angry, but right now you believe that Taehyung beats that fact.

Jungkook:

Being new to relationships, Jungkook was lost. As you being his first ever solid relationship, and him being yours, the both of you were a little lost. You both didn’t know what to do or how to be an actual couple.

But as time went on, you both began to get a hang of it. Communication was learned, trust was built, honesty was learned, and everything that made a healthy relationship was discovered and learned.

But the one thing that was new to Jungkook was jealousy - and he didn’t know what to do.

Jungkook watched you cook with Jin silently from the doorway. He was happy that you were finally learning new ingredients and how to cook a good meal like you’ve always wanted to since you never really got taught or put much time into learning how to cook. But what made him jealous was you hanging out with Jin - his friend!

Jungkook trusted you whole heartedly. He knew that you would never hurt him or do that to him, because he trusts and knows you - like he knows Jin! He knew that Jin would never do that to him!

Then why was this making him jealous? Jungkook didn’t know.

Not knowing what to do, Jungkook stomped over to you like a child, and wrapped his body around you, hanging off of you like a koala. His face was pressed into your neck, making him miss the knowing smirk on his hyungs face.

“Kookie! Do you want to taste this?” You asked excitedly, scooping up the food you’ve been cooking.

“Can we go to my room and watch a movie? I’m wanting cuddles and your attention right now.” Jungkook practically whined in your ear, kissing your neck, squeezing you tightly.

Not thinking much of it, you agreed and thanked Jin for teaching you how to cook certain foods. Waving you off, he watched the jealoused boyfriend cling to you as you both head to his room.

Sighing, he placed the dirty pan into the sink with a small smile on his face, happy that his youngest band mate found someone he loved.

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Jungkook Jealous Angst Part 2

Read the first part here

Warnings: again with the unprotected sex you know the drill use condoms kiddos, some hints of Dom!JK

Word Count: 1069

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Jealous Angst Request (Jungkook) Part One

Request:

Anonymous asked: Hello idk if you would like to do this but I was wondering if you could do a reaction to bts getting jealous over a guy hitting on their female best friend or crush, they argue bad and then after a week of not talking or arguing and sexual ten everything explodes in a hot mess of jealousy sex. Like carnal rough sex! Pls and thank you!

Warnings: semipublic oral sex, hickeys, biting, I was obviously feeling some type of way about Jeon Jungkook when I wrote this,  touching without explicitly asking permission

Word Count: 964

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BTS as FWB

Maknae Line

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, alcohol tw

Word Count: 2,585

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BTS as FWB

Hyung Line

My sister and I were talking about this yesterday so I thought I’d do a post about how bts would handle being a fwb (spoiler alert they all catch feelings eventually)

**Also I take requests for BTS and maybe Monsta X so hmu in my asks, fam**

Hyung Line (Maknae Line coming up bc this got Loooong)

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, alcohol tw

Word Count: 1,779

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Wrong Twin (Grayson Dolan) [1]

A/N: So the setting of this fic happned during Bryant’s birthday… and yes, I am very much aware that it was 23 days ago. I’m always late at everything haha 😅. And I hate myself for being such a slow writer/updater, but at least it’s long right? No? Okay, sorry. Anyways! I hope you enjoy this two-part series which happens all in the same day haha!

Summary: You’ve always had unspoken feelings for Ethan since you were young, so it really did hurt when you found out he liked Emma, and not in a subtle way, may I add. You went to Grayson to vent but things didn’t go as you expected when Grayson told you what he really feels.

Warnings: None, except typos haha as per usual.

Word Count: 10.1k+

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Part 2

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[DISCLAIMER]: I don’t think Ethan and Emma are dating and no, I don’t ship them this is just for the purpose of the story. Also, I don’t hate Emma but I’m not a big fan of her either.

Part 1

“Is everything here?” You checked the trunk of Ethan’s Jeep again; making sure all the food, drinks and other things for Bryant’s party is there.

“(Y/N) you’ve been asking that question for the last 10 minutes.” Grayson chuckled, nudging you with his hip for you to move over so that he can place the cooler inside. “I just want to make sure we wouldn’t forget anything because that happens all the time.” You bump your hip back at him playfully as you laughed.

“Yeah because you’re getting old and you keep forgetting stuff.” Grayson poked your side, making you jump back with a tiny yelp. “Oh it’s on Bailey.” You glared at him, raising your hands up like claws as you inched closer to tickle your best friend, but being the quick guy that he is, he grabbed both your hands and pulled you in his chest, hands automatically on your hips as he tickled you first, mercilessly.

“Stop! Grayson! Please!” You screamed in fits of laughter as you writhe in his grip. Grayson laughed loudly, head throwing back in the process.

“Can you two hurry up? We still have to pick up Emma.” Ethan snapped, glaring at the two of you on the rearview mirror before turning his eyes back on the road, fingers drumming impatiently on the steering wheel.

Your face fell at his attitude and Grayson was quick to notice. “You can ask nicely you know. Don’t have to be an asshole.” Grayson retorted, looking back at you with a worried look. You gave a small smile, signaling him that it’s fine.

He nodded, placing his hand over your shoulder as the two of you walked towards the door of the backseat of the car, knowing how Emma likes to sit up front, which Ethan gladly agreed that it was going to be a thing when you guys hang out with her.

You didn’t dare complain because you clearly had no say in that, even Grayson decided to just step aside on that matter, not wanting to argue with his brother.

Grayson got in first as he opened the car door, knowing how much you like to sit near the window. He was aware that there were two window sides but judging by your expression, you clearly didn’t want to sit behind Ethan at all.

You’ve never admitted it to anyone but you have been liking Ethan for quite a while now. It was your own little secret admiration until Grayson pestered you into telling him when he saw how different you started acting around his brother, being best friends with them for years and living with them for months, Grayson knows how to read you very well.

You were equally close to them all the time but Ethan just says or do things that make your heart skip a beat at certain moments.

He would just randomly tell you how beautiful you are, whether it was a lazy day on the couch with your hair in a messy bun, sporting one of his oversized hoodies or when you guys go out to dinner where you take your time making yourself look presentable.

He would sneak in to your room sometimes when he has nightmares, not even shy to tell you that he wants to cuddle. He would hug you tightly, head resting on your chest until he falls asleep, like you’re his own life-size teddy bear. He would even steal kisses on your cheeks when you’re not looking; backing it up by saying you just look cute and he can’t resist.

Not a typical thing to do when you’re just best friends right? Fans keep saying that Grayson is the affectionate one and Ethan is the badass, mysterious one, but behind the camera, Ethan is on the same level of being affectionate as his brother, maybe even more.

You keep telling yourself that maybe he just sees you as a sister, that’s why he likes to be all touchy and close with you, but nobody kisses their sister on the nose, and then looks at their lips briefly and evidently before smiling widely and just saying ’Hi’ with their faces still too close from the other.

Was he leading you on? Yes, definitely. Does he have a clue about what he’s doing to you? No, you don’t think so.

All these little actions he’s been doing has done nothing but feed your feelings even more. And you didn’t have the guts to tell him how you feel because you aren’t entirely sure if he felt the same way, you only got the confirmation that he might not like you back when the twins met Emma.

To say that he changed was an understatement. Let’s just say he has become… distant. Though he still has his moments of affection sometimes which boggles your mind, not being able to draw a conclusion as to how he really feels.

“(Y/N)?” You blinked a couple times before turning to see Grayson looking at you with a concerned expression. “Whatcha thinking?” He added, scooting over so that now he was sitting in the middle. Your eyes landed on the empty driver’s seat, wondering where he’s gone.

“He went up to help Emma with her stuff.” Grayson said as if he read your mind. “Oh.” You nodded, guess you zoned out the whole drive.

You blew out your cheeks before looking back at Grayson. “Well, to answer your previous question, nothing and everything.” His nose crinkled as he looked at you suspiciously. “You’re weird.”

“Says the person who has an obsession with Halloween themed products.” You pointed out, raising an eyebrow at him. “It’s not an obsession! I just really love Halloween.” He grumbled childishly, crossing his arms over his as he leaned back on the seat.

“You’re just sugar coating the word ‘obsession’ Gray. And you’re the only person I know who buys Halloween stuff a month before Halloween. ” You giggled, leaning back as well to rest your head on his shoulder.

Grayson was about to say something back, but the words didn’t come out of his mouth when he saw you smile again. He looked down at you lovingly, sporting a smile of his own and feeling all giddy as you snuggled up beside him as he draped his arm over your shoulder.

You didn’t have a clue at how much you take Grayson’s breath away. Just having you this close to him is making his heart beat faster. It’s very ironic how you ended up liking his brother instead.

When he asked you if you had feelings for Ethan, he was begging the gods above that you’d say you didn’t and of course, he got the opposite of what he was wishing for, forcing him to just ignore his own feelings and just let you be as long as you’re happy.

He even knew about everything because you told him every single fucking thing. The times you and Ethan slept in the same bed and just the way he treats you in general when he wasn’t around to see it firsthand. Jealousy boiled inside of him when he found out but he had no choice but to ignore it. And when Emma came into the picture, Grayson was always the one you’d talk to.

It was very hard giving you real advice and to comfort you without saying that you should just move on from Ethan and just be with him instead, which is just selfish. He saw how hurt you were when Ethan changed, he wouldn’t just rub salt on your wounds for his own good. He cared about you too much to the point where he didn’t care if it hurt him.

It made him so mad at how oblivious Ethan can be, not knowing that he was hurting someone with his actions. He really wants to slap some sense into his brother but he promised you that he wouldn’t tell anyone about it so he kept his mouth shut.

All he can do is be there whenever you needed him, be a good “best friend” even if he clearly wanted more.

It hurts him seeing you heartbroken, but it also hurts him knowing that you look at his brother the way he wishes that you would look at him.

The universe really does love playing with people’s lives.

“I guess we’re both weird then.” He chuckled, patting your arm lightly, shoving his feelings away for the umpteenth time, getting so good at hiding it for all the times he’s been doing it.

You were about to respond when a loud laugh and the car door opening interrupted you. You felt Grayson squeeze your arm lightly, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Hi Grayson, (Y/N).” Emma greeted with a small nod as she got in the passenger’s seat, eyes scanning at the way you were leaning against Grayson with a look that you can’t comprehend. You gave her a sleepy smile, not even bothering to say a word as you closed your eyes.

You didn’t hate her, but you don’t exactly like her either. You can’t really explain it but there’s just something in her aura that makes you uncomfortable. She just gives off this certain vibe that makes you suspicious, like she’s hiding something, which you still can’t pinpoint what.

You’ve met plenty of people in the past, you’ve had your fair share of fake friends here and there, and usually, the ones who ended up fake are the ones who give you a bad feeling from the start; and reading people has always been your forte.

You have learned to trust your guts when it comes to people, but hey, you were willing to give her a chance, especially when she’s been around the twins most of the time.

“Hey Em.” Grayson answered with a smile of his own. You felt Grayson jump when the door beside him abruptly opened, causing you to laugh when you saw his face all horrified and surprised. “Jesus E, open the door slowly next time.” He breathed out, his free hand landing over his heart, making you laugh even harder.

“Shut up, it wasn’t that funny.” He squeezed you cheeks as he mumbled. You swatted his hand away, still giggling, eyes landing on the boy who was staring at the both you and Grayson with a poker face, jaw slightly clenched. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, getting confused to the slight glint of anger in his eyes.

“You okay there (Y/N)?” Ethan asked, lifting a brow, taking in how you were snuggled up closely to Grayson. “Yeah, just tired.” You answered, stifling a yawn to prove your point.

“You’re such a lazy ass, always sleeping.” Grayson pinched your nose in between his fingers, pulling at it playfully, which still hurt due to his strength. “Ow! Grayson that hurt!” You exclaimed, punching him on the chest lightly, rubbing your nose to ease the pain slightly.

“Oh I’m sorry!” He laughed, the sound echoing around the car as he placed a soft kiss on the bridge of your nose before pulling you in for a hug. Before you could muster a word, the car door slammed shut, catching all of your attention. You pulled away to see Ethan marching his way to his door, opening and closing it rather harsh again.

“You okay E?” Emma asked as she looked at Ethan curiously. “I’m fine.” Ethan answered coldly.

You and Grayson shared a confused look, no one saying another word as Ethan started the car and drove off. You can clearly see his jaw tightening but you choose to ignore it, not wanting to dive into much detail as to why he was acting like this because the only reason you can think of was that he was jealous which makes everything more confusing.

How do you know? Because that is usually how he acts when you flirt with other guys.

You really want to punch Ethan in the face when he plays with your feelings like this. First off, he talks about Emma, being all smiley and all that shit then the next thing you know he acts all angry when you and Grayson joke around and just be normal best friends.

All of this just keeps leading you on and you really hate it. You have been wanting to move on from him ever since he met Emma but he keeps throwing things at you to keep you wrapped around his finger, as if to say ‘I’m still here, don’t lose your feelings for me yet.’ And what sucks is that you have no clue if he is aware of his actions at all.

Thinking about all this just makes you want to pull your hair out, that’s why always choose to ignore it and deal with it later.

“Just wake me up when we get there.” You mumbled to Grayson, placing you earphones on and snuggling back to his chest, ignoring the glares that Ethan was shooting in the rearview mirror as you closed your eyes, increasing the volume of your music to block the world and your thoughts out.

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You were shaken up awake lightly; your earphones being taken off from your ears, hearing Grayson silently whisper your name. You opened your eyes, to see Grayson looking down at you with a cheeky smile. You looked up at him, blinking a few times before sitting up straight and stretching your arms.

“We’re here?” You asked, rubbing your neck that became a little bit sore. “Yeah, and you still have to do bits with the decoration.” Grayson slowly slid out of the car, making things harder for him as he went out the opposite door from where you were seated, not even waiting for you to open your side for it to be easier for him.

You rolled your eyes before opening the door and proceeding back to the trunk which was already open. You took out the box that had the balloons and all the other things needed for the tiny bits of decoration.

The plan was that the twins were going to surprise Bryant with a birthday bash on a boat, which has been a longtime dream of his, and that left you with decorating since the twins can’t make anything without setting it on fire.

All of you arrived an hour early to set everything up, then a couple of Bryant’s friends would be arriving before the birthday boy does, you get how it goes.

It wasn’t that hard though, since you pretty much just need to blow up some balloons, put up streamers and a lettering of the words, ‘Happy Birthday Bryant’ then pretty much set up the table with all the food to make it look fancy.

“Let me carry that.” Grayson attempted to grab the box but you quickly pulled it away from him. “It’s fine Gray. I’m a strong and independent woman.” You held you chin up, a wide grin plastered on your face. He pouted, “But I want to be a gentleman.”

You let out a loud laugh, feeling your heart melt at how cute he is. “Just carry the helium tank.” You waved him off, walking towards the end of the dock where the boat they rented was floating, him trudging right behind you.  

You looked at the gap and contemplated on how you’d get on the boat without falling in the water with this box covering most of your vision. It was not really a huge gap between the boat and the dock but being the clumsy person that you are, you aren’t taking any chances.

You heard a chuckle behind you, turning around to see Grayson shaking his head at you. “Need help now?” He teased, causing you to roll your eyes, not giving him the satisfaction by accepting his offer, well, at least not yet.

“Okay.” He shrugged, leaping on the boat easily using those long legs of his. You tried to step one foot on the boat but you almost lost your balance, earning a laugh from Grayson. “Just help me Grayson.” You said with a little bit of annoyance in the tone of your voice.

He placed the helium tank beside his feet as he crossed his arms, eyes sparkling with pride. “You need to ask nicely (Y/N).”

“Oh come on! We still have a lot to do Gray. Bryant will be here soon.” You groaned, not wanting to feed his ego even more. The thing about Grayson is that he likes to prove you wrong a lot of the times. Well, quite frankly, he just loves proving people wrong in general, even in the smallest of ways.

You sighed as you jutted out your bottom lip, finally giving in even if it grazes your pride a little bit. Ironic how you were claiming how strong and independent you were just a few minutes ago and now you were giving Grayson puppy dog eyes.

“Please Grayson? I need help.” He squinted his eyes, stroking his none existent beard as if he was thinking if he’d offer you help or not. “Grayson please…” You sighed, trying your best to sound less irritated as you actually are.

“I’m just kidding Pumpkin, here, give me the box.” You felt your cheeks heat up at the sudden nickname he called you, getting all confused as you felt you heart flutter but you casually shrugged it off as you gave the box to him, it wasn’t a big deal…right?

He placed the box on the floor then stretched both his hands up for you to grab. You cocked your head to the side with your eyebrows drawn together, staring at his hands with both hands on your hips. “Stop being so stubborn and just take it (Y/N).” Grayson rolled his eyes with a scoff.

You giggled as you grabbed both his hands, Grayson guiding you as you hop on the boat, but being the uncoordinated person that you are, you still managed to trip.

“Whoa!” Grayson’s arms landed directly around your waist, saving you from plummeting face-first on the floor. Your hands grabbed his shoulder as you laugh at your own gracefulness – note the sarcasm – steadying yourself on your own two feet.

Grayson swallowed the lump on his throat, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he looked at you, his heart melting at the way your eyes glowed with pure joy and the way your soft lips curved upward. Grayson always found you beautiful no matter what but there is just something in the way you smile that captivates him.

It took a whole lot of work for him to stop himself from kissing you since you stood so close to him, just one dip of his head and he would have been able to taste your lips.

“Come on, those balloons won’t blow themselves up.” You patted his chest and pulled away, bending over to take the box off the floor and making your way inside the boat’s cabin. Grayson stood there, frozen in place as he watched you intently, battling with his mind on whether he should tell you his feelings today or not.

But then again, he is just setting himself up for heartbreak since you clearly don’t reciprocate how he feels.

“You coming?” You called out at him with a giggle, bringing him out of his trance. He shook his head, taking the helium tank and jogged after you, forcing himself to deal with his thoughts later.

“Oh wow.” You said as you finally got a good look at the boat, or yacht in this case since it’s pretty big. “It looks just like the pictures.” Grayson mumbled behind you, looking around as well.

The view of the ocean would be so nice since the cabin is pretty much windows all around. There are lots of seating areas as well, one in particular is at the very back of the boat that has an open window behind some chairs and a huge couch and in front of the couch was a white table.

“According to Google, this is the aft deck? Is that how you say it?” You looked behind you to see Grayson glued on his phone. He looked up from it and gave you a proud smile making you laugh. You were about to answer when a voice from the ladder spoke. “Yes young man, that’s exactly how you say it.”

Both of you turned around to see a man in a white polo shirt and looking like he’s in his late 30’s or mid 40’s. “George, I’m going to be your captain for today.” He reached out a hand, you and Grayson taking turns in shaking it as your introduced yourselves. “Let me give you a quick tour.” He added with a polite smile with you gladly returned.

“Mind if you place your things down? We’ll start up top.” You placed the box on one of the chairs while Grayson placed the helium tank on the floor. You followed George towards the ladder that was just on the corner of the boat. “Watch your step.” He called out before disappearing upstairs.

“After you mi lady.” Grayson bowed down, his hand gesturing up the ladder. “Why thank you kind sir.” You joked, slowly but carefully making your way up the steps. “So that when you fall down I’ll be here to catch you.” Grayson added with a playful smirk. “Ew, you’re so cheesy.” You wrinkled your nose, looking at him over your shoulder.

“What? I’m serious, being the clumsy girl that you are, you never know what’ll happen.” Grayson teased, earning a glare from you. He just laughed at your reaction as the two of you continued to climb up.

“I’m not that clumsy Gray.” You rolled your eyes with a scoff, not paying attention to where you were stepping, causing you to slip, of course. You let out a loud squeal as you fell right on Grayson’s chest, his arm wrapping securely around your waist while his other hand held on to the railing tightly.

You felt his chest vibrate as he burst out laughing, “You were saying?” Grayson snickered.  You found yourself laughing at your own actions, shaking your head at how clumsy you truly are, also, Grayson’s laugh is very contagious, especially with that cute little wheeze.

“Shut up.” You pulled yourself back up as your laugh slowly died down, Grayson still chuckling. Both of you finally reached the top to see more seating areas and an incredible view of the dock with all different sizes boats littered across the ocean.

“You okay there miss (Y/N)?” George asked with a small chuckle, he probably heard your little accident on the way up. “Yeah, I’m okay.” You answered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“This is here is what we call the flybridge or the steering station. But you can still relax up here as you can see with the cushioned benches.” George continued his tour, showing you and Grayson everything there is too see. 

All of you went back down, you making sure that you are extremely careful this time, as George showed you the galley – term for kitchen on a boat – inside the cabin, which also has a mini bar and a few more seating areas.

“Down here is the main saloon, where you can entertain and accommodate all the guest.” George went down a few flights of stairs to a living room like area with the usual couches and a flat screen TV just below the window. “And down there is the bathroom and the stateroom, or sleeping quarters in other words.” He pointed behind the love-seat, another seat of stairs just behind the little shelf that held a few books.

“But I’ll leave that for you to explore since I need to go back up. And that’s about it, if you have any questions just ask our crew members. I’ll leave you two to it and enjoy your stay.” He concluded. You and Grayson thanked him as he left to go back up to the steering station, leaving you and Grayson to admire the beauty about everything in this boat.

From the wooden floors and walls to the furniture giving the place a vintage feel and to the simple yet fascinating decorations that are littered everywhere. “Bryant’s going to freak.” Grayson whispered, staring at picture on the wall that should a map and a painting of the yacht itself.

“Yes he would.” You turned around and stopped in your tracks, heart dropping at the sight. You’ve been wondering where the other two have gone since they pretty much disappeared and now you were looking straight up at them. Both of them were seated on the sun pads up at the huge bow above with their backs pressed on the glass window. Ethan’s arm was casually draped over Emma’s shoulder as they laughed about something you couldn’t quite hear, Emma sometimes whispering something on Ethan’s ear, leaning even closer to him.

“Where did Ethan and Em–” Grayson started but didn’t finish as he followed your gaze. “Oh.” He frowned as he looked at you with concern. He quickly walked over and stood right in front of you, obstructing your view from the two. Grayson’s own heart sunk as he saw the sadness in your eyes. He badly wanted to just scream at his brother for being such an idiot, just as badly as he wanted to yell at you to choose him instead, to move on from Ethan and choose him for once.

“So where we decorating?” He asked to try and divert your attention. You blinked a couple times before looking at him, but you didn’t hold his gaze any longer as you looked around and gestured around the room. “Here’s fine. We’ll put the ‘Happy Birthday’ there.” You pointed at the windows above the couch, Grayson following your finger with a nod. “Okay.”

He looked back at you to see you staring at the two again. “Hey, just ignore them, where here to have fun remember?” Grayson cupped your face with both hands, you looked at him and sighed, closing your eyes for a moment before nodding, giving him a sad smile.

“Come on, those balloons won’t blow themselves up.” He squeezed your cheeks with a wide smile as he used your words earlier on. You let out a small giggle, grabbing his hand as the two of you went back to get the tank and the box. None of you bothered to call Emma or Ethan since most likely they wouldn’t want to help either. Besides, they were already busy with each other.

You and Grayson moved the coffee table to the side to create more space to set everything up. You plopped down the carpeted floor with the tank of helium between you two, a few strings, and balloons littered everywhere plus a few balloons already floating, including the big silver 1 and 9 that the twins insisted to get, just for jokes.

You stayed completely silent as you tied the balloons Grayson blew up, staring at nothing as your mind got too occupied with your thoughts. Maybe it was finally time to step back and just move on, as all the signs pretty much say that Ethan will never like you back. There is a choice of telling him how you really feel but what’s the point if he won’t feel the same? It will only ruin your friendship even further. But moving on from him won’t be as easy as this feelings has become too strong overtime.

“Hey (Y/N)!” You jumped, turning your head to see Grayson biting his bottom lip to hold back his laugh. “Was that you?” You asked with your eyebrows furrowed. “Maybe…” He said and your eyes grew wide with how his voice was higher than normal.

“Stop playing with the helium Grayson.” You shook your head at him and held your hand out to tie the balloon he was holding but he pulled it away from you, bringing it to his mouth as he gulps the helium again. “Only if you try it. Oh wow my voice is high.” He squeaked, laughing at his own self. You suppressed a giggle as you tried to get the balloon to get everything done.

“I’ll give it to you only if you try.” He said in the same high pitch voice, giggling because he sounds absolutely ridiculous. “Grayson, we still have things to do.” You insisted, just wanting everything to be done.  “Come on, we’ve blow up lots of balloons already. Just try it please? For me?” He pouted, giving you’re the cutest puppy dog eyes ever knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist.

You heaved a huge sigh, holding your hand up to him. “Fine.” Grayson’s grin widened as he handed you the balloon, looking like a kid who just got a Christmas present. You placed the balloon against your lips and inhaled the helium. “Happy now?” You gave Grayson an annoyed look, but he burst out laughing at how you sounded so much like a chipmunk.

He took the balloon from your hand and sucked it again. “You sound even cuter with helium.” He chuckled, handing you the balloon back. “You sound like a dying duck when you laugh Gray.” You giggled with your voice still high. “I do not.” He protested with hand on his chest as if he got offended, looking at you with his mouth open. “Okay maybe I do.” He added with a huge cackle, making you throw your head back in pure joy.

“There’s that smile.” The corners of his mouth turned up as he reached over you to give your cheek a squeeze. “Thank you Gray.” You gave him a genuine smile, feeling so grateful to have him by your side every single time you feel shitty or heartbroken. “Whoopiee!” He exclaimed with his hands in the air, giving you a goofy grin.

The two of you continued to take turns in inhaling helium, talking and laughing your asses off with everything you guys are saying even if it doesn’t make any sense with the helium still in your system. Your stomach started to hurt as Grayson told a very bad joke with his helium voice, making it sound even funnier.

“I. Can’t. Breath.” Grayson held his stomach as he rolled on the floor, head now beside your thighs. “Okay, that’s enough. My head hurts already.” You wiped a tear from your eye, taking the balloon from Grayson’s hand and finally tying it.

“All that laughing has made me tired.” He said as he rested his head on your thighs, looking up at you with a yawn, his voice now back to normal. “We still have a lot to do silly.” You beamed down at him, running a hand through his floppy yet soft hair. Grayson hummed, closing his eyes shut with satisfaction, making him feel even more comfortable. You giggled, looking at him with fondness as he looked so much like a cat purring when you pet them.

“Can we stay like this forever please?” He whispered almost inaudibly as if he doesn’t want you to hear it. You looked down at him confused, even more so when he opened his eyes to look at you with an expression you couldn’t quite understand. Before you could ask him, another voice spoke.

“Grayson, Juanpa just arrived, he said he needed help with the speakers.” Ethan said with a straight face. Grayson looked at him then back at you, still laid flat on the floor. You gave him a smile to tell him it’s fine, you can’t exactly avoid Ethan the whole day even if you tried to.

“Why can’t you do it?” Grayson turned to Ethan as stood up and dusted himself off. “Just get your ass out there.” Ethan waved him off. Grayson gave you one last look before disappearing up the stairs, leaving you to deal with Ethan.

You stood up, not paying Ethan any attention as you took the letters from the box that spelt ‘Happy 19th Birthday Bryant’. Taking of your shoes, you stood on the couch and started to place the letters one by one with some double sided tape, not even noticing Ethan behind you.

“Need help?” He asked, slowly taking off his own shoes. You looked at him briefly and shrugged, still not saying a word. He climb on the couch with you, taking the tape from your hands and cutting it himself.

“Are you mad at me?” Ethan said out of the blue, making you look at him with a straight face, trying your best to not show any emotion at all. “Why would I be mad at you?” You continued to place the letters as you looked away since you didn’t want to give away how you really feel.

“I don’t know; it just feels like it. And maybe because I’ve been such an asshole today?” He gave you a half smile as he titled his head to the side so that his face was in view, looking at you with those eyes that do so many things to you. “No E, I’m not mad.” You insisted, glancing at him for a quick moment.

“Okay.” He muttered, not believing you for one bit. This is your besttest friend, you can exactly lie to his face and expect him to not notice. But you can’t tell him the truth either, because that will end up with you confessing your feelings for him, and that’s the last thing you’d want to do today.

The two of you stayed quiet for a few minutes before he spoke again, but this time, with a different tone. “So, you and Grayson…” He trailed off, voice low indicating that the subject was something to him.

“What about it?” You were about to place the last letter of Bryant’s name when Ethan stopped you, grabbing your wrist to make you look at him fully this time. “Are you two…”

“No E. He’s my best friend, just like you are my best friend. Why would you even think that?” You cut him off with a scoff, looking at him with pure confusion. “Well the two of you have been so touchy lately.” He grumbled, letting go of your wrist so he could cross his arms over his chest.

Remember when you talked about the little actions he’s doing that leads you on? Well, this is one of them.

“Yeah because he’s my best friend, your brother. And is that even a big deal?” You pressed, getting more and more annoyed at how he’s acting.

“It’s a big deal to me.” He protested, voice rising a little bit. “Why?” You asked in exasperation, just wanting to know what’s gotten his boxers up in a knot. “Because…” He whispered, almost as if he regretted what he said prior.

“Are you jealous Ethan?” You asked with all the courage left in you, just wanting to get him to say on how he really feels about you. All this tension between you two has become unbearable that you just want to get this over with.

“I – it’s just –” Ethan struggled to form his words as he ran his fingers through his hair, clearly annoyed at how he’s been caught red handed. “Fine! Maybe I am a little bit. But that’s because all you’ve been doing lately has always been our thing.” He snapped, throwing his arms up in the air.

“We don’t have a thing Ethan.” You voice wavered as you tried your best to make nothing out of what he just said. You just don’t want to get your hopes up again. But what he said next just took your doubt to a whole other level.

“Yes we do, the kiss on the nose has always been our thing (Y/N).” He took a step closer, the cushion on the couch dipping making you lose your balance a little bit, your hands going directly to his shoulders for support. His hands rested on your waist as he looked down at you with a serious face.

“This has always been our thing.” He whispered, placing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose, making your heart rate escalate. You knew you should’ve have let it slide, you shouldn’t have made a big deal out of it but when you have feelings for the guy, it’s hard to just ignore it. Your feelings just make it easier to assume things, even if it wasn’t clear as day what his actions really mean.

Ethan wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over, your bodies bouncing on the couch with him on top of you, making you yelp in surprise. He rested his head on your chest, hugging you tighter. “This has always been our thing.” He repeated, with a sigh, cuddling into you like the way he used to. You shut your eyes tight, trying to resist the urge to just give in. “I miss this.” He cooed, sending the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.

The two of you haven’t been doing this lately when he met Emma. He’s been acting different around you ever since, or acting normal in this case, like less couplely more friendly. He hasn’t been as affectionate as he used to, that’s why you thought he definitely doesn’t see you differently. You put some distance between you two just to save yourself from further heart break. And now all of the sudden he just says these things that are getting your hopes up again, and you hated it so much because of how easy you fall right into his grasp.

“You’re so selfish.” You glared at him, getting so confused as to what you should think. “That’s because I want you to myself, you’re my best friend and I miss you.” He mumbled as he snuggled even closer, the words he said just adding to your confusion even more.

You can’t be this clingy to your best friend right? That’s the thing that confuses you even more, he keeps saying that you are just his best friend but his actions are showing a whole new story. Shouldn’t he be more selfish if it’s his girlfriend? Maybe to some people this isn’t a big deal but with you, it is because you have feelings for him. You’ve grown to have feelings for your best friend more than you probably should and naturally you hope that he would feel the same way. And this right here makes your brain think that he does in fact care about you just like you care about him, maybe none of you just had the guts to tell the other yet.

But then Emma comes into the picture, which makes everything even more complicated with the way he acts around her too. Your brain keeps saying that you should push him off that this was such a bad idea, but your heart keeps saying the exact opposite.

“Grayson’s my best friend too dumbass.” You rolled your eyes, hands absentmindedly playing with his hair. “I know that but I was close with you first. I don’t want you to ignore me for someone else, even if it’s just my brother.”  Ethan stated, being his old clingy self.

“I don’t want you to date him too because it would become very awkward between us three and I don’t want your attention to be all on him. We share everything since the day we came out of the womb, I just want you to be the one person I have that gives me more attention than him.” He confessed, things seeming to be a bit clearly, just a little bit.

“I won’t. And that mostly likely wouldn’t happen E.” Because I want to be with you, you thought, head spinning with him cuddled closely right on top of you. “I know, just making sure.” He concluded.

“Ethan get off, you’re heavy.” You groaned, feeling so suffocated by his weight but mostly by his presence. You just want some space to just breathe and get your mind back on track. You want to think about everything he just said and finally make a choice on what you should do for your well-being.

“Nope, I’m comfy.” He chuckled, laying more of his weight on you, cheeks pressed flat on your chest with your legs all tangled up. “Is this why you got rid of Grayson?” You asked, now realizing that he could have easily helped Juanpa with the speakers.

“Maybe.” Ethan closed his eyes, slowly dozing off. “Emma went to chat with Ellie and her other friends so I had nothing to do, and I missed you so I thought I’d spend time with you alone.” He added, making your heart sink. So your just a second option to him then? A person to go to when no one else is available?

“Ethan I still have things to do.” Your voice broke, cursing silently, hoping Ethan didn’t notice. He looked up at you warily but you quickly covered it up by giving him a pout. “Get off me please?” Before he could protest, Grayson coughed, interrupting the two of you.

Both your heads snapped in his direction, Ethan raising an eyebrow at his brother. “What is it Gray?” Ethan asked, not even moving an inch. Grayson stared at the two of you for a minute before finally speaking. “They’re looking for you E, said Bryant is on the way. They want to know what the plan is.” Grayson said as casually as possible, even if his jealousy is raging inside of his body right this very second.

Ethan sighed, pushing himself up so that now he was hovering above you. He looked down at you with an expression that made your breath hitched. He grinned and planted a soft kiss on your nose before standing up fully. You caught Grayson look away the same time Ethan did so, making you look at him suspiciously, but when he looked back at you he smiled, as if nothing happened.

You sat up and looked at the two boys, a voice at the back of your mind saying that there is something else going on other than your feelings for Ethan. None of you can feel it for all of you are so oblivious to the fact that the tension between the three of you could suffocate any other person there.

“(Y/N) you coming?” You gave both boys a smile, standing up and taking the remaining letters from the couch. “I’ll be there in a sec, just need to finish this off.”

“I can help you.” Grayson suggested but you gave him a knowing smile. The thing about you and Grayson is that you’ve learned how to communicate without saying a word, so he gave you a nod, understanding that you just want some alone time, to at least think.

The twins went up and left you alone, the silence now ringing in your ears, but it was just what you needed to try and clear your mind.

You sighed, thinking that it might be better to just stay away from Ethan for a while, to sort yourself out. It’s very unhealthy for you to sleep in the same house with him, especially when you haven’t fully moved on yet. You just keep falling and falling for him and now it’s getting so out of hand.

The only way to get over him to keep your distance, but the hard part is that what are you going to tell him without ruining your bond? You can’t just confess to him how you really feel without ruining your friendship. You’ve accepted the fact that maybe you and him will never happen, but you can’t sacrifice your friendship because not only will you lose a best friend, you’ll lose two.

You grabbed the nearest pillow and buried your face deeply in it, muffling your scream from the other people just above you. “Why does this have to be so hard?” You whined, plopping down on the sofa hugging the pillow tightly. “Fuck it, I’ll deal with this later.”

You shoved all your thoughts away and finished placing the balloons where they are meant to be placed. This is going to be a long boat ride.

*             *             *

“Okay! Places everyone! They’re coming down!” Emma whisper-yelled, ushering everyone to gather around the couch in front of the banner, while you stood by the side with a camera in your hand and pressing record. Being with the twins most of the time, you’ve learned how to work the camera very well, and when you met Bryant, you got even more educated with photography, and you found it very fascinating, capturing special moments with just one press of a button.

So when Bryant isn’t around, you are mostly the one who takes the twins’ Instagram pictures, and now, since it’s his birthday, you’ve taken charge of taking all the photos and videos for today.

“Is the earplugs and nose plug really necessary?!” Bryant yelled, eyes covered with a blindfold as the twins slowly guided him down the stairs, you giggled, pointing the camera at him. You’ve told the twins to just settle with the normal blindfold but they insisted on adding the earplugs and nose plug because, according to them, Bryant can still smell and hear the ocean with just a blindfold on. They really wanted it to be a surprise so that when Bryant opens his eyes, he is already on a boat, a really goofy idea but cute nonetheless.

“Okay, remove your blindfold in the count of three.” Grayson said as he removed Bryant’s earplugs, Ethan taking Bryant’s hand and placing it over his nose, indicating him to remove the nose plug.

“Finally I can breathe.” Bryant grumbled, shoving the nose plug in his pocket. The twins back away and went to their places, “3… 2… 1!”

“Happy Birthday!” Everybody exclaimed as soon a Bryant removed his blindfold, you angled your camera to make sure to get his reaction. “Aw thanks guys! Wait…” He gasped, doing a huge 360 with his mouth hanging open. “Are we on a fucking boat?!”

“Yes we are, happy birthday bro!” Grayson went back to approach Bryant giving him a bear hug as you just stood by the corner, capturing every moment as everybody greeted him one by one, smiles all around and just pure happiness all around.

“Wow! You did all these?” Bryant asked Ethan as he took everything around him, finally seeing all the balloons and the streamers that were placed neatly all around. “Well, that girl over there did all of these, balloons, banner everything.” Ethan answered as he pointed straight at the camera as your face was hidden behind it.

“There you are! I was looking for you. What are you doing here in the corner?” Bryant approached you with open arms, you lowered the camera as you gave him a hug. “I was capturing every moment. Happy birthday!” You said enthusiastically. “Thank you so much (Y/N), can’t believe you actually took the time to do all these.”  

“The twins helped, well, a little bit. Besides, it’s not every day you turn 19.” You have him a wink, making him chuckle. “Can I borrow the camera real quick? I’m going to shoot an IGTV so that I can remember this forever.” You shook your head no and pulled the camera away from him.

“Nope, today’s your day off. Go and enjoy your birthday, Connor and I will handle this.” You pointed to the other side of the room where Connor was with another camera in his hand. He gave you both a wave before continuing to film all that’s happening. Bryant was about to protest when you pushed him towards the crowd who were on their way to the huge bow where the music was already blasting.

“Go enjoy your birthday Bryant, I’ll handle this.” You pressed, gesturing towards the people who were now dancing to the beat of the music. He sighed, finally giving in. “Capture every moment.” He pointed a finger at you, as if he was telling a dog off. You laughed, “Capture every moment.” You repeated, giving him the thumbs up as he went to celebrate his birthday.

You kept taking videos and pictures of everyone around the boat, from top to bottom, just having a complete blast, distracting you from the depths of your mind. You still tried your best to avoid Ethan as much as possible, especially when he’s with Emma, which is most of the time.

Moments later all of them started to jump into the water, while you still continued what you were doing, not really participating that much. You’ve talked to some of Bryant’s friends here and there and to people you know but you aren’t really that much of a party person so when all of them were dancing or swimming, you mostly likely would be standing on the side, just taking photos here and there.

“Boo!” You squealed as you felt an arm wrap around your waist from behind, your shirt slowly seeping in the water from the person’s body. “Grayson! You’re fucking wet!” You let out a laugh as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp but with no luck at all. “G, I didn’t bring an extra shirt.” You groaned as he pulled away, the back of shirt and your bum already soaked.

“You did bring a bikini right?” He asked as he raised an eyebrow at you, questioning why you didn’t bring extra clothes when you’re on a boat. “I’m wearing one now, and the plan was I’ll take my shirt off so that it won’t get wet and I can wear it again before jumping in the water in my bikini.” You pointed out at him.

“Don’t worry, just wear my hoodie later.” He shrugged as he leaned on the railing, hair damp and pushed back away from his face, his toned body glistening under the sun, making him look tanner and more beautiful than usual. You shake your head, removing the thoughts of how Grayson looks hot right now.

“What are you doing here in the corner hiding by the way? It’s a party (Y/N), go and have fun.” He chuckled, but you only lifted the camera to explain yourself. He slump his shoulders, looking at you with a stern expression as he raised an eyebrow.

“What? I’m having fun just taking pictures.” You lifted your shoulders up as you gave him a half shrug, making him roll his eyes. “Give me it.” Grayson said, referring to the camera, before you could do anything, he was already taking the strap off you neck, facing the lens towards your direction.

You crossed your arms over your chest, giving him an annoyed look. He chuckled as he took a photo of you, making you groan in annoyance. “Come on Pumpkin, where’s that beautiful smile.” A smile crept up your lips as your cheeks heat up, eyes dropping to the floor, feeling your heart flutter at the nickname his been calling you all day.

“Cute.” He muttered, taking another photo. “Gray, give the camera back please.” You reached out to try and cover the lens, but Grayson kept aiming the camera at you, taking picture after picture. “Now, pose for me.” He said, acting as if he’s a real photographer. You threw your head back and laugh, finally giving in and posing for a few shots here and there.

“Okay that’s enough, now let’s go and enjoy the party.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you back inside and down the stairs. “Where are we going?” You looked at him confused until he reached the stairs towards the bathroom.

“Go and change, we’re going swimming.” He gave you a smile before letting go of your hand to place the camera back inside it’s bag that was on the couch. You sighed and went downstairs, knowing that when it comes to Grayson, you really can’t say no at all. So you took off your shirt, shorts and shoes leaving you in a DT bikini merch, being a supportive friend at its finest.

You folded your clothes and opened the bathroom door, trudging up the stairs barefooted to see Grayson already waiting for you with his back pack in his hands. “I didn’t know you were such a huge fan of the Dolan Twins.” He teased, opening up his bag so that you can put your clothes inside.

You scoffed, “No, I’m not a fan of them. They annoy me so much actually. They sent me this and I had no plans whatsoever to wear it but I don’t have any other bikinis left so I had no choice.” You fired back, making him laugh.

“Always so feisty.” Grayson couldn’t help to size you up, seeing you repping their merch just do things to him. He bit his bottom lip as he stared you down, you looking as beautiful and sexy as ever in his eyes.

“Take a picture Gray, it’ll last longer.” You joked, bringing him out of his trance. Even though he made you feel conscious with the way he looked at you, you just had to ignore the gut feeling you were having, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

“Oh shut up, now get on my back.” Grayson quickly turned around to hide his red cheeks due to getting caught. “I have feet Grayson.” You said in a matter of fact, not really refusing to get on his back but something just seems a little off about it today, like he’s hiding something.

“Come on, just like the old days.” He pushed, and you smiled, remembering all the times Grayson gave you piggy back rides, even when you were just running around their backyard in Jersey or just back at the house in L.A.

“Fine.” You step closer to him as he crouched down. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist, now fully in a piggy back ride position. “Let’s go!” He yelled and bolted towards the stairs, causing you to grip him tightly to not fall down.

“Grayson! Slow down!” You screamed in fits of giggles, his arms wrapped tightly around your legs to keep you in place, all of your friends and the people who were at the stern of the boat or at the ocean stopped what they’re doing and turned to look at the two of you. Ethan included who was standing by the door with his back facing the water, Emma standing right in front of him. He raised an eyebrow at you but you looked away just as Grayson spun around, maybe to distract you from the sight in front.

One of Emma’s friend pushed her into Ethan’s chest, Ethan wrapping his arms around her as they jumped into the water. You sighed, feeling your heart sting again. Grayson bounced you on his back as you were slowly sliding down, catching you by surprise.

Grayson turned his head around so that you were now face to face, giving you dashing smile that made you feel better. He slowly walked towards the end of the boat and stood at the open door which leads straight towards the ocean.

“Uh, Gray, you can put me down now.” You gulped, his grip on you only getting tighter as he smirked. He took a few steps back, crouching into a running position. “No Grayson, don’t even think about it.” You warned your grip around him tightening too as you already know where this is going. “Hold tight Pumpkin!” He yelled going in full sprint until he reached the end, jumping into the ocean with you on his back. “Grayson Fucking Dolan!” You screamed before your head disappeared underwater.

It would have been just fine to jump with him into the deep ocean, you shouldn’t have gotten too scared, but you have a problem… you can’t swim.

You started to panic when you accidentally let go of Grayson, your arms and legs flailing around to try and go back to the surface, recalling all the tips and tricks Grayson taught you when it comes to swimming, but you were only sinking further, not going back up.

Then all of the sudden, you were face to face with a smirking Grayson, mouth shut tight as he held his breath under the water. He grabbed your waist and easily pulled you back up, gasping for air as soon as your heads emerged from the water.

Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist as you gripped him for dear life. “I hate you.” You muttered, burying your face on his shoulder as you steadied your breathing. “No you don’t.” He chuckled, keeping you both a float in the water. You pulled away to glare down at him, “That wasn’t funny.” You pouted.

“I’m sorry Pumpkin.” Grayson whispered, his smile slowly leaving his face as he stared at you in a way that he shouldn’t. You looked away, fearing that what you’ve seen in his eyes was something too personal, something that you shouldn’t see.

“My feet are getting tired.” He whined to try and change the atmosphere. Looking around, you were the only ones left in the water. “We should head back up.” You responded with a smile, messing up his hair, making him groan.

He slowly pulled you off him to transfer you on his back to make it easier for him to swim towards the boat. Once you reached the swim platform, you pulled yourself up, slowly pulling yourself up the ladder, Grayson following right behind you.

When you reached the top, you were greeted by a grinning Bryant with two towels in his hand. “Here you go.” He said as he wrapped one around you and throwing the other to Grayson along with his shirt. “Thanks Bry.” You beamed at him, pulling the towel closer to your body as the wind started to get colder. You started to go back downstairs and change back to your clothes, “Grayson I’m taking your hoodie!” You called out before finally disappearing inside.

Grayson looked at Bryant who was still grinning mischievously at him. “Shut up.” Grayson pushed him playfully, as they walked towards the bow were everybody was dancing, pulling the shirt over his head, the sun already starting to set, tinting the sky the colors blue and orange.

“Made a move yet?” Bryant pushed, wriggling his eyebrows at Grayson. “You know I can’t.” He sighed in response, shaking his head. “You can’t or you just choose not to?” Bryant raised an eyebrow at Grayson. He stayed quiet for a few seconds before responding, “I don’t want to ruin our friendship. And you know she likes Ethan.” Grayson sighed in defeat, taking a seat on one of those sun pads, Bryant sitting right beside him.

Grayson may or may not have slipped your secret to Bryant a few months ago but only because he was venting to Bryant how he feels about you. If he didn’t tell Bryant, he would’ve exploded with all the feelings bottled up inside him and it felt so nice to get everything off his chest for once. Plus Bryant is one of your closest friends too, he knows his place and how to keep your secret, a secret.

Everyone on the deck was dancing to Like I Do by David Guetta, swaying their bodies to the beat of the music as the sun sets, enjoying themselves, having no care in the world if they were dancing badly. Grayson was just bobbing his head to the music with Bryant when all their friends started screaming and howling.

“Yes E! Get in there!” Juanpa yelled. Grayson and Bryant shared a look, and when they stood up, that’s when they saw what the commotion was about.

Ethan was lip locking with Emma in the middle of the crowd, smirks very visible in both their faces as their friends continued to wolf whistle around them. Grayson just stood there and stared at them, completely dumbfounded, not knowing what to do or how to react.

“Oh shit.” Bryant muttered beside Grayson, shaking his shoulder to catch his attention. Grayson looked at Bryant to see him staring at something behind him and when he turned around, his heart sank.

There you were standing, frozen in place with your mouth hanging open, your tears brimming in your eyes, already threatening to spill. “(Y/N)…” Grayson whispered but didn’t move, the shock and anger making him unable to do so.

You finally snapped out of your frozen state and ran to the very back of the boat where nobody was around.

“Fuck.” Grayson cursed.

-:-:-:-

Part 2 will be posted tomorrow or the day after that hehe. Thanks for reading! I hope you guys liked it 💕

[getawayfromreality]

Minx || Jin

Pairing - Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre - Kind of Angst, fluff?

Warning - Sexual Tension

Summary - Jin can get really mad when he’s jealous. But you still push his buttons making him take a step further to get you to apologize.

Your laugh echoed throughout the room, as Namjoon told you what he was thinking about.

‘Would that really work though?’ You asked in between giggles, him nodding as his dimples dug deeper with a spreading smile. You smacked his arm playfully, ‘Ah, you’re such a tease, Namjoon-ah.’

He laughed, his head turning to you, 'It’s impossible not to tease, Noona.’ He winked, a hand coming to your mouth as you laughed again. Your eyes wandered the room, landing on the person whom you knew would be watching you.

Jin glared at you, his gaze slowly shifting to your hand that was resting on Namjoon’s thigh. A sly smirk that rested on your face, slowly turned into a sweet smile as Jin’s eyes came up to your face.

His face remained unchanged, staring at you intensely for a second longer before shifting his view to the game Taehyung and Jungkook were playing on the T.V.

'Namjoon,’ You whispered, 'He isn’t doing anything.’ You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, Namjoon looking at you with a reassuring smile.

'Don’t worry, Noona. It’ll happen. You didn’t react at all when he was with her, did you?’ He asked, you dragging your hand away as you thought about the day before yesterday.

'Hmm,’ You hummed, 'You’re right.’ You said, knowing there was also your fault in the current situation that hung in between you two. But knowing Jin, there was one last thing you could try which would definitely flip a switch in his head.

You leaned your head on Namjoon’s shoulder, your hand wrapping around his arm. You knew you were crossing all limits, but you really wanted Jin to know how he made you feel two days ago, or at least make sure he still cared.

You held in a breath, as you saw from your periphery vision, him getting up from the sofa, Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s bickering stopping instantly as Jin passed in front of them, fuming.

Namjoon began panicking a little, 'Y/N, let go. I’ll be in trouble too.’ He whispered hurriedly, and you let go, genuinely not wanting to cause any trouble for Namjoon or any misunderstanding between the two friends.

'Let’s go.’ Jin grumbled, grabbing your wrist, and leading you out the door, the grip getting harsher as you gave a last glance towards Namjoon, your eyes holding a promise to apologize to him later.

The ride home was cold, almost unbearabe as Jin’s jaw clenched and unclenched every time you spared him a glance. Okay, so maybe you did take it too far. In the wake of his anger, he had almost run a red light, scaring you.

'Jin-’

'Don’t. I do not want to hear a word from your mouth right now.’ He spat, with a sharp steer of the wheel following his words. You shut your mouth, your heart beat picking up pace at his tone.

The moment he pulled the car up the driveway, he got out, you freezing in your spot for a moment to catch a breath, before following him into the house.

'Jin, I’m really sorry-’

'Sorry?’ He turned around, flashing you angry eyes, your own eyes widening before shifting down, to look at the ground as you felt shame and guilt flood your system.

'Sorry.’ He repeated, a sarcastic laugh breaking through the silence that set, him clenching his palms into tight fists. You fiddled with your fingers, unable to bring your head up to look at him.

You heard footsteps padding towards you. And with every step that he got closer to you, your heart shot out of your chest the same number of times. You saw his feet as he stood in front of you in close proximity, his breath fanning your crown as you were still looking at your feet.

'Look at me.’ He ordered, and you instantly obeyed, your eyes meeting his.

'How would you explain yourself, huh, Y/N? You think what you did was acceptable behavior?’ His voice stayed low and leveled, as he watched you blink.

You wanted to open your mouth, tell him that it was exactly what he did to the 'friend’ he had met then. But, all that courage which you had mustered up back in the dorm, had all gone flying out the window.

'No.’ You said, a bubble of anger inflating in your chest alongside one of fear.

'Then why did you do it?’ That simple question was enough for you to let go of the leash he had you tied to.

'Right, so if I get touchy with Namjoon, it’s a big deal for you. And you flirting with that girl was absolutely no problem, wasn’t it?’ You accused him shamelessly, your hands now turning into fists. His eyes held a certain emotion which you couldn’t particularly decipher, but you knew you were practically begging for trouble.

'I was not flirting with that girl, Y/N. How many fucking times do I have to- Hold on, is that why you were being that comfortable with Namjoon?’ His eyes widened, his lip curling into a smirk before he let out a breathy laugh, when you didn’t respond.

'I can not fucking believe this. Are you that god damn childish?’ He raised his voice and you flinched slightly, but you kept your eyes on him.

You shook your head, 'It’s not childish! If you were me, you would do the same thing!’ Your breath was knocked out of your lungs as Jin sandwiched you between him and the back of the couch you were standing in front of.

'I would never,’ He ran a hand down the length of your hand before resting by your hip and raising you up, sitting you on the head of the couch, 'even think,’ he pulled you closer so his body was flushed against yours, his eyes hazy and clouded as you looked into them, 'of doing such a thing like what you did.’ He said through gritted teeth before he grinded himself slowly against you, you trying your best not to give in.

'Fine.’ You said after few excruciatingly sensual moments, 'You’re right. I shouldn’t have done what I did.’ You closed your eyes for a brief moment, as his bulge rubbed against the fabric that clothed your clit.

'Apologize.’ His husky voice rang in your ear, as he pressed himself harder against you.

’S-sorry.’

'You’re such a minx, do you know that, Y/N?.’ He smirked before moving away, giving you a final look and leaving the room and into your bedroom, you sitting on the couch with a frustrated knot in your stomach.

'Fucking asshole.’

[getawayfromreality]

I Don’t Share (Jin)

Drabble game!

Send me a number + member and I’ll write you something!

Request : I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.

Requested by deathbykpopfeels and anon.

Member requested : Jin

All eyes were on Jin. He looked around and shrugged, leaning forward to the girl to his right. The crowd hooted and yelled and he smashed his lips against hers, cupping the back of her neck with his hand as he moved his lips against hers. You felt your face heat up; you weren’t sure whether it was anger or embarrassment as you got up and left the room.

Okay, so it was spin the bottle at a massive house party. And alright, maybe you and Jin weren’t a thing yet. But you both knew it was inevitable. The way he always texted you, flirted with you, even his friends knew. And you had no place left in your mind for doubt about how strongly you felt about him. So why the hell had he made out with this girl right in front of you again? You could hear the crowd in the room get louder, and you felt sick, not wanting to know what Jin was doing to please the crowd now. You made your way over to the other end of the house, trying to look for Jungkook. Where is that guy when I need him most? Jeon Jungkook was your best friend since middle school, and right now, what you most needed was a little comfort. The rage burning hot in your chest, leaving a bad taste in your mouth, you looked around for your nearly 6 foot tall best friend until you finally spotted him. He was talking up some girl again, leaning in flirtatiously, and you rolled your eyes, dragging him away by the hand in the middle of their conversation.

“Hey, hey, hey! Woman, can you never see when I’m in the middle of something?” Jungkook whined over the extremely loud music. You rolled your eyes.

“Okay, so I need your help with something.” He groaned, before nodding once. You saw Jin at the other end of the room, and grinned. You both made eye contact for a second before you looked away, pretending like he wasn’t there. You took Jungkook by the collar and dragged him into one of the rooms before shutting the room door tight.

“Okay, so when if you’re done treating me like garbage, you’ll tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s an experiment,” you explained, messing up his hair, popping open a button or two. He raised an eyebrow.

“And why does that involve me?” You sighed, sending your own hair in a bit of a toss, setting your dress just a little askew.

“I need to make Jin jealous, okay? He made out with another girl.” Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“He did what? I’m going to break his jaw-” You stopped him before he exited.

“Trust me, this plan is better. We need to look like we made out, Kookie-ah. Hold still,” you said, whipping out your tinted lip gloss, smothering it over his face. He flinched, letting you.

“The final touch; we both have to hold our breath till we’re red in the face.” Two minutes later, you both exited, Jungkook mumbling something about things he did for the sake of friendship, and you grinning from ear to ear. Jin watched from a distance, ready to throw something.

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Jin was holding his glass of alcohol in one hand, glaring over at you and Jungkook. Just friends, huh? I always knew that lousy kid had something more than friendship on his mind. Jin found himself nearly crushing the cup he was holding when Hoseok walked up beside him.

“Will you stop that?” Jin whipped around.

“Stop what?”

“Gawking.” Jin huffed.

“I’m not gawking, Hoseok.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.” Jin sighed, running his hands through his hair as he saw you laugh with Jungkook. He hadn’t missed any of it; the messed up clothes and hair, her lip gloss on his face.

“It’s a bit of both, actually. Excuse me a moment.” Jin had just seen you lean into Jungkook’s ear and whisper something and he had laughed, and Jin had drawn the line. He walked up to the two of you, grabbing your wrist. Jungkook’s eye glazed over in anger.

“Hey buddy, watch it. That’s my best friend you’re man handling.” Jin let go, a low growl escaping his lips.

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Hey, whoa. Jin, let’s talk.” You stepped in before anything got worse. You dragged him off into the room you had got Jungkook in and slammed the door shut. You were burning with irritation.

“What was that all about?” Jin widened his eyes.

“What the hell was that stint with Jungkook all about in here? What did you guys do?” Jin’s voice had dropped several octaves, laced in danger. You kept you calm; you were good at situations like this.

“That’s for me and Kookie to know.” Jin’s eyes flashed, and he took a step towards you.

“You know how I feel about you, babe. And I. Don’t. Like. To share.” He punctuated every word with a step towards you, till your bodies were lined up against the wall.

“Well then,” you whispered. “Why don’t you do something about it?” Hunger flashed in his eyes as he dipped his head to meet your lips.

Five minutes later, Hoseok walked in. “Jin, I’ve been-whoa. Weren’t you guys fighting?” He smirked.

“Occupied,” Jin growled, and Hoseok backed out, shutting the door. Relationships like that, Hoseok found himself thinking, were a fricking roller coaster, but Jin wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Taehyung: 7 billion smiles in the world and still yours is my favorite.

Jimin: 14 billion eyes in the world and still yours is my favorite.

Taehyung: 705,581,945,000,000 strands of hair in the world and still yours is my favorite.

Jimin: 10^49-10^50 atoms in the world and still the ones that make up you are my favorite.

Taehyung: 6371-

Yoongi: Shut the fuck up

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BTS SCENARIO: Another guy flirts with you (Maknae Line)

A/N: Same request - thank you again 💜 I’m sorry I was a little inactive this week but I had a really stressful time. I’m really thankful for all the messages and the feedback, thank you so much 😘 Enjoy!!

Gifs are not mine unless otherwise stated.

Credit goes to the owner.

Jimin:

“Do you prefer Champagne or Wine?” Jimin asked you his eyes scanning the menu in his hands. “Probably wine. Red wine” you replied as you looked at the menu yourself. It was your birthday night and Jimin suggested to go out to that new restaurant which had just opend a few weeks ago. When he told you it was more of a fancy restaurant you had no idea how fancy it would really be. The blue and flower decoration made you feel like a royal and you were pretty sure the chandelier was made out of diamonds. Not to metion that huge fountain on the middle. Even though you wore a nice dress and high heels you felt extremely underdressed. “Let’s just order a bottle of wine then, or maybe two. What would you like to eat? I think I’m getting some lobster” he looked at you waiting for an answer. You looked at the menu again and you had an idea of what to get but everything was so expensive so you were debating and Jimin noticed. “Jagiya” he said warningly looking right trough you.

“It’s just-, this is ridiculously expensive. You bought me so many gifts already” you were looking at him and he was trying his very best not to roll his eyes. You’ve had this talk so many times before and you knew he hated it. He grabbed your hand rubbing small circles on it, “Baby, we already talked about this. I don’t want you to worry it too much. I love you and I’m gonna buy you whatever I want, whenever I want because you deserve it. Especially today, on your birthday. So, what would you like to eat, Princess?”. You sighed not wanting to argue with him, “Number Eleven”. He smiled and when the waitress came over he ordered for the both of you. You guys talked about each other’s week when the waitress came back giving you your red wine and a small bouquet of red roses leaving you and Jimin a little bit confused. “This is from table Number 5, Miss” she said before she left again.

“There’s a small paper on it” Jimin said just as confused as you. You took it of the bouquet and read it out loud, “Some pretty roses, for a pretty lady”. You narrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “What’s that supposed to mean?”.

“She said it’s from table Number 5, that means someone sent you roses” Jimin answered not looking very amused by the situation. You still had no idea about this so you quickly put the bouquet aside not wanting to ruin the mood, “It’s probably a mistake”.

Shortly after the waitress came back with your dinner and you really wanted to ask her about the roses but you thought it’d be best not to mention it anymore. Jimin and you enjoyed your food and the wine as you started to talk about your next vacation together.

It was around 5 minutes later when the waitress brought you another big plate of food which could have fed a whole soccer team. “Oh, no. We didn’t order that” you told her nicely. “My apologies, Miss. This again is from table Number 5” she explained and told you were exactly that table is. She apologized again but it was her job. It turned out that table was only a few tables away from yours to your right. You looked over to find someone staring at you, “Don’t turn around, Jimin. It’s a guy around our age. He’s sitting alone”. Jimin was heavily annoyed and threw his head back groaning as he saw another something on the table, “There’s another paper”. You quickly grabbed it reading it only in your head. “What does it say?” Jimin asked you. “Nothing, you don’t want to know” you tried to put the paper away but he reached out for your hand, taking the paper from you, before you even had a chance. The words where going through your head, your heart dropping a little as you saw Jimin read it, ‘Looks like that loser can’t afford you, Darling’. Jimin looked at you and you’ve never seen him more angry before, “He’s dead”.

“Jimin, don’t” was the last thing you werr able to say before he stood up and walked over to that guy. You followed as quick as you could trying to pull him back before causing a scene. When he approached that guy he only had the biggest smile on his face which made Jimin even angrier, “Listen up, if you ever send her stuff, touch her, look at look at her with that perverted smile of yours or think of her again, you’re dealing with me and I promise you it’s not gonna be pretty”. To your suprise Jimin wasn’t yelling but his voice sounded threatening, indeed. You tried to pull him back and that guy only chuckled.

“Calm down. Can’t she speak for herself? Why don’t we let the pretty lady decide on who she wants in her bed tonight?!” he winked at you and it took you some time to proceed what he had just said. Now, you were as angry as Jimin. You grabbed the guy’s glass and poured it over his head leaving him shocked, “You disgust me”.

You and Jimin informed the waitress about what happened, paid for your things and walked out of the restaurant as fast as you could, his hand was holding on to yours tightly. When you were in the car he was still cursing about that guy and you told him multiple times that he’s not worth it. As you reached your home he calmed down a little, “I’m sorry your birthday got ruined”. You shook your head, “It’s not your fault” you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands resting on your hips, “So, whoever flirts with me has to deal with you?” you teased.

“Yes, I’m going to kill them all” he mumbled against your lips making you laugh.

“Let’s hope you don’t have to kill anyone” you said before kissing him softly.

Tae:

“Is that your new bikini?” Taehyung asked as he saw you changing. You nodded your head smiling, “Yes, it is. What do you think?”.

He scratched he back of his neck, “It’s a bit revealing don’t you think?!” he said softly not wanting to hurt your feelings. Your smile dropped a little, “Oh, I thought you would like it”. “I do like it, don’t get me wrong. I’m just afraid that other people like it, too” he explained and you could only chuckle. “Are you already jealous for nothing?” you walked over to grab your dress, teasing him. He shook his head, “I’m not-, It just-, I mean-, Are you ready now?” he tried to change the subject. You nodded your hand laughing before you grabbed his hand, “Let’s go to the pool”.

You and Taehyung were on a weekend vacation at Jeju Island and it was more than perfect. The two of finally had some quality time with each other and you were both enjoying it. Sure, you get to spend some weekends together at home but it was nice to relax so far away from everything that would usually bother you. Your suite, the food and the accommodation - everything was just perfect. When you arrived at the pool you quickly took of your dress wanting to lay down and work on your tan. “No, no, no. Don’t even think about it” Taehyung laughed holding on to your waist tightly so you’re not able to go anywhere. “I wanna enjoy the sun” you protested. “You promised you’d come into the water with me” he reminded you but you kept on protesting trying to escape his arms. In the end he was way stronger than you and threw you into the water before jumping in himself. You catched your breath rubbing your eyes when you got up again only to see him smile widely at you. He pulled you towards him and you hit his chest playfully. You guys played around for a while. It was mostly him who tried to get you under water. When you tried to push him under water he picked you up, his hands resting on the back of your thighs, your arms and legs wrapped around him and he smiled at you. “What?” you asked a smile forming on your lips as well. “I love you” he simply said. “That’s so cheesy - but I love you too” you asnwered leaning in for a small kiss but before you could reach his lips you found yourself under water again. Taehyung just laughed at you. “I take that back, I hate you” you laughed along with him. After some time you got a little cold so you suggested on going out and laying in the sun for a while. You grabbed your dress throwing it over your body as Taehyung sat down on the deck chair next to you. “Do you want a drink?” you asked as you spotted a bar. His eyes were closed and he just nodded lazily.

You walked over to the bar being greeted with some whistle sounds of the man sitting at it and drinking some beer. You tried to ingnore it and just ordered two drinks. You felt the man eyeing you from the side and it was a little uncomfortable. When he bartender handed you your drinks the man raised his voice, “It’s on me, Darling”. You mumbled out a small thank you and he winked at you before you left. Based on Taehyung’s facial expression he was aware of the situation. “What did he say?” he asked as you plopped down next to him handing over his drink. “He just bought me a drink. It’s alright” you replied before sipping on your drink. “He also whistled at you as if you’re some dog or something” Taehyung added his eyes focused on the man.

“He’s just drunk, I guess” you tried to calm him down, “Let’s not think about it”.

You relaxed for a while but unfortunately the sun disappeared very soon and it started to rain slightly. You groaned in frustration. “Let’s hang out in our room. We can use the Jacuzzi” your boyfriend suggested and you just nodded,  “Let’s bring those glasses back first”.

You walked back to the bar followed by Tae and you handed your glasses to the bartender. “Did you enjoy your drink?” the guy was still sitting there. He wasn’t really old but he seemes a few years older than you and Taehyung. “Yes, thank you” you said trying to sound polite. He waa drunk after all.

“You know, a lady and especially a pretty one like you, should never pay for her own drinks” he slurred. “She doesn’t” Taehyung said giving that guy a death glare. He just looked up at him, “Ah, you’re her boyfriend I guess. Well, that’s a pity for me. You must be very lucky my friend. I mean, I’ve only seen her pretty ass and my imagination is driving me crazy already” he smirked and slapped your ass. Things went so fast from here. Taehyung pulled you back and punched that guy who fell from his chair. Before things could escalated more the bartender got inbetween them and you pulled your boyfriend back. “He’s not like that usually. He’s had to many drinks. I’ll take care of him” the bartender said and security came to help dealing with that man.

“Let’s go” you said to Taehyung and you guys walked back to your suite his anger not cooling down as he sat down on the bed. You straddled his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let him buy me those drinks in the first place” you said sweetly. “No, I’m sorry for making a scene out of it. But, as soon as he said that about you and touched you I couldn’t think straight anymore. He talked as if you were a sex object. I don’t want anyone to look at you that way” he looked into your eyes and it melted your heart. “Don’t let it ruin our vacation. I only love you, no matter what other guys say”, you placed kisses all over his face, “let’s start the jacuzzi” you said before taking your wet clothes of and pulling him with you to the bathroom.

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Jungkook:

“Why do I have to come with you?” you asked annoyed, your arms folded infront of your chest. “You always say you want to but you’re to lazy so you end up on the couch all the time” he answered smiling making you even more annoyed. When Jungkook told you he wants to go to the gym this morning he also decided for you to come with him. You protested for quite a while but eventually you gave in when he promised you a movie date afterwards.

You guys parked at the gym and walked into the building. “Don’t take to long” Jungkook said before opening the door to the male dressing rooms and walking in. “I never take long” you mumbled to yourself before walking into the female dressing room. You opened your bag and started to change as you took glances at the women around you. You weren’t jealous or insecure but something told you they visit the gym more often than you. It didn’t take long for you to be ready so you walked back outside and to your surprise Jungkook wasn’t there yet. “Don’t take to long” you mocked his words as you waites for a while. Soon, you got bored ao you decided to walk around by yourself. You didn’t really have a clue on what you should do or what Jungkook usually does but you just looked around if anything catches your interest and motivation. In the very back you saw a weight bench and you got a little excited because you’ve always wanted to try it. Not the bench itself, but the weights.

You looked the different ones not really having a clue so you just picked one up only to have it pull your arm down. It was way to heavy.

“Is this your first time doing this?” a voice asked and when you turned around you saw a strange young man smiling. “Is it that obvious?” you asked laughing.

“A little bit” he chuckled, “you should probably start with the smaller ones. They don’t weight that much”. He walked passed you and picked up two weights before giving it to you, “Hold your arms in a 90 degree position, yeah, there you go”. You took one in each hand and you felt and saw your muscles slightly shaking. “Is it still to heavy?” the man asked. “Just a little bit” you asnwered but it was really hard to hold them up. You never realized how weak you are.

“Let me help you” he stood behind you, his arms right under yours as you lifted the weights together. You felt a little bit awkward to be honest but you really wanted to succeed in lifting them. “Is that easier for you?” you felt his breath at your neck and became uncomfortable immediately. You pulled away and dropped the weights on the floor. “I think I should do something else” you stuttered awkwardly. “Well, whatever you want to do I can help you. I can give you my number so we can work together outside of the gym” he suggested smirking. Before you could say anything you heard a voice behind you, “No, thank you”. You turned around to see Jungkook standing there with the most unpleasant look on his face, “I think my girlfriend and I can work things out for ourselves”, he grabbed your hand and walked away from that guy. “Jungkook” you tried to keep up with his pace, “where were you? I was waiting for you”. “I met an old friend in the dressing room and we talked for a while. Though it seems like you didn’t mind my absence at all, letting that guy flirt with and touch you”

“He was just helping me”

Jungkook stopped looking into your eyes.

“No, he wasn’t. He cleary had an eye on you and I don’t understand why you’re so oblivious all the time. I see so many guys checking you out everywhere we go and I wanna kill all of them for even looking at you that way. And you, you just don’t notice” his voice sounded angry but a little bit frustrated at the same time.

“Well, I see girls checking you out all the time, as well” you defended yourself.

“But do I let them touch me?” he raised an eyebrow and you just sighed knowing that he is right. You were pretty oblivious.

“I’m sorry” you said avoiding his gaze.

“It’s alright, Baby. It’s not your fault all the time. You’re just too beautiful” he wrapped one arm around your waist kissing you on your cheek and having you blush a little. “How about we start our movie date now? At home? Where it’s only us and no guys that I have to fight off” he smiled at you and you nodded right away making his smile grow wider, “I love you, (Y/N)”.

Love yourself xoxo

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Do you ever look up from your fanfic and think “what the hell am I doing with my life” and then just go back to reading

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Christian Yu - Stuck Part 2

“She has a boyfriend.”

“How do you know?” Christian furrowed his eyebrows together and gave him a weird look. Scott certainly wasn’t the type of person to be up to date with the newest gossip. He usually didn’t have any interest in such things at all. So hearing those words coming from him was a bit of a surprise. 

“Well, we were friends before you guys started dating. I still keep in touch with her,” Scott shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. If breaking up with Christian wasn’t bad enough, you also lost your closest friends. It just became weird. From one day to the other things got awkward. Whenever you entered the room, it would fall silent and Christian would get up and leave. It was the same the other way around- you took flight the moment he stepped inside the same room. You just couldn’t stand to be in his presence. It was just too painful; so you naturally grew apart. You hung out with them less and less and one day they just weren’t part of your life anymore.

However, Scott didn’t want to give up on you. He valued the friendship too much; so he always made sure to stay in contact with you, even now.

“Why haven’t you ever told me?”

“If you knew, you wouldn’t have stopped asking questions about her.”

“True,” Christian let out a long sigh. Shortly after the break up, he spent most of his time on Instagram and snapchat, waiting for any new updates from you. He wanted to know how you were doing, what you were doing, and who you were with. At some point he became obsessive and the boys forced him to unfollow you, but he couldn’t do it. He pressed the button, but when his phone wanted him to confirm, he just couldn’t do it. He always backed down and cancelled. One day, however, he didn’t have access to your page anymore and he figured that you had blocked him. Sometimes he would pretend to use Dabin’s phone, only to check out your page. If was as though he was in the desert, thirsty for water.

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Christian Yu - Stuck (Requested)

Request: I was wondering if u could write a scenario for Christian, where you used to be in a relationship but broke up because of other commitments and when he’s walking Lori in the park she recognises you and pulls Christian to the bench you’re sitting at.

As your inspiration had hits its low you decided to take a stroll through the park to clear your mind. You sat down on a nearby bench and let your eyes flutter close, focusing only on the sounds around you. You breathed in the atmosphere and listened closely to the melodic chirping of the birds and the rustling of leaves in the wind. In the distance you could hear some chatter and joyful laughter. Even further away, there was a hint of a low drone, like that of a plane passing by in the sky. If you concentrated even more, you heard the sweet tune of chaos of the hectic city. 

Then suddenly, there was a different sound that caught your attention. One you were all  too familiar with. One that made your heart jump a beat and your entire body tense up.

~*~

“Lori! Stop it! Stop!” Christian repeatedly yelled, as he slowly lost control of his little dog. Without a warning, Lori had pulled him towards the mowed meadow, towards a bank at the side. For being so small, she surely was strong. At some point Christian lost hold of the leash, so he had no other choice but to run after her. 

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GOT7 / Their S/O wears something revealing

Request: can you made GOT7’s reactions to their gf wearing something very revealing please ?

damn this was fun to write, thank you for requesting!!!

Warning: some indications of smut

Mark

It was a hot day and although usually, you chose to wear clothes that covered a lot of skin (it wasn’t intentional, you just felt a little uncomfortable wearing revealing clothes), this time you decided you weren’t going to suffer and instead wore shorts – emphasis on short – and a tank top.

As you exited your bedroom, texting your best friend on your phone, you walked right into your boyfriend who had somehow stopped right in front of you.

“Jesus, Mark,” you gasped, not having expected to walk right into him. “What are you doing?”

When you raised your head to look up at him, you were met with a clouded gaze and slightly parted lips.

“What are you wearing?” Mark asked, still not moving.

“Oh, this?” you asked, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. “It’s hot today.”

“You’re damn right it’s hot,” he said, finally moving but only to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him. “You’ve never worn outfits like that before. I mean… outside of the—”

“Okay, Mark, if you say ‘bedroom’, I’m going to cover my face with my hands and run,” you said, already looking down because your cheeks were starting to turn pink.

“Run where?” Mark asked. “Because if you think I’m letting you walk away from me when you look like that… you couldn’t be more wrong.”

JB

Jaebum was protective, sure. Possessive, too. But he never crossed the line and told you straight to your face that you couldn’t go somewhere when you were wearing revealing clothes. You didn’t wear them often, but you did want to switch things up sometimes by wearing tight, even seductive outfits when you were feeling like it.

One of those days when you had chosen to wear a dress that showed a little (okay, a lot) more cleavage than usually, Jaebum was busy working. When you stopped by the studio before your date with him, he didn’t turn to look at you. Out of the corner of his eye, he could tell that you were wearing a dress but he couldn’t tell just what kind of dress.

“When will you be finished?” you asked him, excited to spend the evening with your boyfriend.

“Soon, I just have to—” words got caught in his throat as he turned to look at you. “Y/n.”

“Jae?” you asked, raising your eyebrows as you watched his eyes scan your body head-to-toe.

“Is this what you’re wearing for the date?” he asked, swallowing visibly.

“Yeah,” you said, looking down at your outfit. “You don’t like it?”

“N-no, I…” the words hung in the air as his eyes roamed your body again, making him lose his train of thought. “Do we have to go to that restaurant?”

Your face fell a little. “Oh, you’re too tired, aren’t you? You just want to go home?”

Standing up from the chair, Jaebum made his way towards you and leaned in closer to you to reach for the lock of the door behind you. He locked it and then pulled away enough to look at you.

“I don’t want to go home,” he said and you could feel his breath on your face. “I want you.”

His words caused a fire to erupt in your stomach and spread all over your body.

“H-here?” you asked, feeling him wrap an arm around your waist and pushed you against the locked door of your studio.

Placing a soft kiss on your neck, he brought his body even closer to yours. “Everywhere.”

Jackson

You had gone to a friend’s party – the party that Jackson claimed he didn’t want to go to – and warned Jackson that you’d be home late. He promised he’d stay up and wait for you because he hasn’t seen you at all that day and he missed you, which made you hurry to get home sooner, despite being a little annoyed that he made you go to the party alone.

Jackson didn’t know that you left for the party wearing your favorite sheer see-through shirt with a tight black skirt, which is why when you returned home, he jumped up from the couch, waking up from his semi-nap instantly.

“Y/n,” he said, making you flinch since you had assumed he was asleep. “You’re back.”

“Yeah,” you said. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Eyeing your clothes, Jackson bit his lip. “Yeah, you surprised me alright.”

“How was your day?” you asked, not even noticing his ravenous gaze.

“Boring,” Jackson said, watching you make your way towards him. “But it just got so much better.”

You smiled at this. “How come?”

“Look at you,” Jackson said, exhaling, as you finally stopped in front of him. “You look incredible.”

“Thank you,” you said, feeling him place his hands on your waist and slide them down to your hips.

“Though it does make me wonder… who were you dressing up for?” Jackson asked, not removing his eyes from your body.

“For me,” you replied. “I wanted to look good tonight.”

“You always look good,” he said. “But you look unbelievable tonight. That’s a nice way to make me regret not going to the party with you.”

You smirked. “Oh, well maybe that was my intention all along.”

“Hmm, I see,” he said, bringing your body closer to his so you could feel how much he regretted not going with you. “What if I redeem myself for not going with you?”

“Tempting,” you replied. “How will you do that?”

Sliding a hand up your arm and towards the buttons of your shirt, Jackson leaned in a little closer to you. “I’ll rip these clothes off of you and show you the way they make me feel.”

Jinyoung

Jinyoung’s weak spot was your outfits that revealed some skin. He secretly loved it but it also drove him crazy to see other guys eyeing you the same way he was.

Whenever the two of you went out to hang out with friends and you were wearing a short, sequined, nearly see-through dress, he made sure to keep his hand on your waist at all times. It always looked casual and loving to others, but you knew he really wanted to keep you close to him at all times in case other guys decided to hit on you.

“Jinyoung, I need to go to the restroom,” you told him a few hours after arriving at your mutual friend’s party.

“I’ll walk you,” he said, giving you a polite smile and a kiss on your cheek.

“I know where the bathroom is,” you told him, trying to walk away from him but he wasn’t releasing you. “I can find it on my own.”

“What, you don’t like my company anymore?” he asked, teasingly.

“I do, Jinyoung,” you said, sighing. “But it’s okay to let me go to the bathroom alone. I’ll come back to find you.”

After staring at you for a moment, he finally gave in, realizing that you were going to keep on insisting he let you go at least for a few minutes.

When he finally did,  you smiled at him and headed to the restroom to quickly reapply your makeup. You ran into one of your friends there, and after a quick conversation, you headed back to the party. You stopped outside of the bathroom, looking for your boyfriend, but before you could find him, a guy you’ve never met before stopped in front of you.

“Well, hello there, beautiful,” he said, a wide smile on his face. “Love your dress.”

“Thanks,” you said, smiling quickly and then attempting to walk around him but he blocked your way.

“I’m—” he was about to say when suddenly you felt Jinyoung’s presence next to you and his arm returned to its place around your waist.

“You’re irrelevant,” Jinyoung finished for him and then pulled you aside while you smiled awkwardly at the guy. “This is what happens when I let you out of my sight when you look like that.”

“I always look the same. And he was just talking to me,” you said, turning back to look at the confused expression of the guy.

“He wasn’t—wait, did you just turn back to look at him?” Jinyoung asked, his voice lower.

“I—no.”

He stopped walking and looked at you with a devilish glint in his eyes. “I think you’re forgetting who you belong to, baby girl.”

Deciding to play along, you moved closer to him. “Remind me, then.”

“Oh, I will,” Jinyoung said, tightening his grip on your waist. “I’m sure I’ll remind our neighbors, too.”

Youngjae

“Y/n, please hurry up, we’re already late!” Youngjae called out for you, nervously checking the time on his phone. “I don’t understand what you’re doing in your room for that long, anyway. You always look gre—”

Words got caught in his throat when you finally stepped out of your bedroom, a short dress adorning your body, accentuating your every feature and showing off a lot more skin than Youngjae was used to.

“I’m ready,” you said. “We can go.”

“We can—uh, yeah, no, hold on,” Youngjae said, trying to get a grip on himself. “First of all… I didn’t know you owned dresses like that.”

“It was in the back of my wardrobe. I’ve actually never worn it before,” you admitted and then awkwardly raised your head to meet his eyes. “You don’t like it?”

“No, I-I don’t know how I feel about it, to be honest. All I know is that I can’t really think straight when you’re wearing that.”

“Oh,” you said, feeling a slight blush creep onto your cheeks, as you walked towards your boyfriend. “Well, should we go, or—”

“Go? Where?” Youngjae asked and then realized the next second. “Oh, right. The dinner. With the guys. At the restaurant. Uh… you know, I’ve never canceled on them before. There’s always a first, right?”

“You’re canceling on them?” you asked, surprised. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want any of those perverts anywhere near you,” Youngjae said. “They can’t see you.”

“What? Youngjae, you’re not serious, are you?”

“Oh, I’m serious,” he said, already pulling his phone to text the rest of his group. “We’re not going there. You look too good. I will not be able to handle them telling me how good you looked tonight.”

You laughed in disbelief. “Jae, don’t be ridiculous. This isn’t the first time they see me.”

“Yeah, exactly. And they annoy me every time,” Youngjae said after he finished his text and put the phone away. “You’ll drive them insane when you look like that and that can’t happen. You’re my girlfriend. I’m the only one who’s supposed to go crazy about you.”

BamBam

According to BamBam, you looked good in anything and he proved that by always insisting to take pictures of your outfit. His reason for that being, “what if you went missing? I’d need to show police a picture of what you were wearing before you left the house.”

You always groaned but posed for the pictures nevertheless. He must have had over a hundred pictures of you by now and whenever you asked him what to pair your red shoes with, he’d always reply with, “well, how about that pink blouse you wore last week on Tuesday when you were off to class?”

One time, however, you were heading to a party and had chosen to wear an outfit that was slightly risky. It didn’t reveal that much skin, but it was somewhat seductive, and you were excited to see your boyfriend’s reaction.

“I’m leaving, Bam!” you called out to him as you grabbed your purse from the hallway.

“Wait, let me see you!” BamBam called out and you heard him run out of his room and stop as soon as he saw you. “Whoa.”

You smirked at this. “What do you think?”

“I think that I don’t want you to go anywhere looking like that,” he said. “Not unless you wear a coat over it.”

“Why?” you asked, crossing your arms and preparing yourself for an unnecessary argument about your clothes.

“Because it’s—it’s cold. That’s why. That’s the only reason why.”

You scoffed. “Okay. I’ll wear a coat.”

As you grabbed the coat from the hanger nearby, BamBam got his phone out from his pocket. “Hold on, the picture!”

“Seriously?” you asked, laughing. “Another picture to show the police?”

He turned the camera on and began snapping pictures of you all while you laughed at his focused expression. Finally, once he was happy with the result, he stopped and looked at the photographs he just took.

“Oh, I’m not showing this to the police. I’m saving these pictures to look at when I’m away from you.”

Yugyeom

Yugyeom wasn’t really a person who loved going out to drink and you weren’t, either. But it was your best friend’s birthday party and it would have been rude not to show up. You told Yugyeom about it and you could see in his eyes that he didn’t want to go, so you weren’t going to force him and told him to stay home instead.

He was more than happy about that… until he saw the revealing outfit you chose to wear to the party and blushed at the sight of you.

“Will you really be okay here tonight?” you asked, not noticing his reaction because you were looking for your phone in your purse.

“I, uh…” Yugyeom started to say but all words escaped him as he breathlessly watched you move across the room.

“Yugyeom?” you asked, finally raising your head. “You okay?”

“I’m… yeah,” he said, looking down. “Is it too late for me to come with you?”

You were surprised to hear that. “It’s not. Just… why? I thought you didn’t want to go.”

“I don’t,” Yugyeom confirmed. “But you look amazing and I know there’ll be guys looking at you there. They need to know you have a boyfriend.”

You’ve never seen him like this before but you had to admit, possessiveness looked weirdly good on him.

“I’m sure there won’t be that many guys there anyway,” you said. “But I’d be more than happy to have you go with me.”

“Great,” Yugyeom said decidedly. “I want to be the only one staring at you the whole night and then taking you home once the night is over.”

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GOT7 / Mafia AU – You start to have feelings for them after an arranged marriage

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Mark

You two were supposed to sleep in the same bedroom but you kicked Mark out. Well, technically, he didn’t even suggest sleeping together, he just grabbed his stuff and slept in the guest bedroom next-door.

This worked well for about a month. But then, in the middle of the night, you heard your bedroom door open. Certain that someone was about to kidnap you, you opened your nightstand drawer to find the gun that your husband was forced to give you as a wedding gift.

“If it takes you this long to find the gun,” a familiar voice said. “Then you’ll be dead before you even open the drawer.”

“Mark?” you said, squinting at the dark silhouette that was making its way towards your bed. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve decided it’s not fair I have to sleep on the cheap guest room bed,” he said. “So I’m crashing here.”

“What—you can’t,” you started to panic. “Where am I supposed to sleep?”

“Um, wherever you want?” he said, putting his pillow and duvet onto your bed and climbing into it. You scooted to the very edge of the bed, further away from him. “Relax, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes. “You should have talked to me about this.”

“Why? Because you’re my wife and we’re supposed to make decisions together?”

“Yes, actually, that’s exactly why.”

“Well then, wife,” he said with a smirk. “If you’re so keen to pretend we’re happily married, you might as well sleep with me.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, shocked.

“I meant in the same bed,” Mark groaned. “Jesus.”

You huffed. “I’m not sleeping with you.”

“Then leave because I’m not going anywhere.”

You couldn’t believe how rude he was being by just barging in like that, although the sensible part of your brain knew that sleeping with him in the same bed would be inevitable sooner or later. So, you chose to stay and sleep miles away from him, on the different side of the bed.

In the morning, however, his arms were around you and you were cuddled into his chest as if the two of you were really just married and overwhelmed by your love. Once you opened your eyes and realized how close you two were, you jumped back in disgust, waking him up and making him laugh for almost five minutes straight.

“You’re such a child,” Mark finally said through laughter.

“How am I a child?” you asked grumpily.

“Freaking out at the slightest touch,” he said, getting up from the bed, too. “You can’t even make eye contact with me for longer than five seconds.”

Suddenly overcome with anger that he had legitimate proof for calling you a child, you strutted up to him confidently and before you could talk yourself out of it, you stood on your tippy-toes and kissed him on the lips without a warning.

You pulled away a second later before he could even understand what happened. “How’s that for a child?”

Mark regained his balance.

“Wasn’t so bad,” he said, taking a step closer to you. “But let me show you how it’s really done.”

With that, he leaned down to connect your lips again, only this time, the kiss was deeper and much more intimate. And it finally made you realize that maybe the only reason why you tried to avoid Mark wherever you went wasn’t because you hated him. Maybe it was because you were afraid to develop feelings for him.

And after he pulled away from the kiss with the biggest smirk on his face, you realized it was too late. The feelings were already there.

“Cat’s got your tongue?” Mark winked at you after you haven’t said anything for almost a minute.

“Whatever,” you replied and turned around dramatically to leave the room.

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JB

You were afraid of him. You’ve seen him with a gun and you knew he could control it. The two of you were only married for a month and you were afraid that if you made him angry, he’d use his talent with guns on you.

You begged your parents to choose a different partner for you but they seemed to think that no one would take care of their daughter better than the heir of the biggest Mafia family in the city. You had no say in this and were basically kicked out of your parent’s house right into the house of your new husband who was rarely ever home anyway.

One of the nights when you were all alone in your huge mansion, you thought you heard steps coming from the kitchen. Knowing very well that it was impossible for anyone to be walking around here this late, you ignored it, thinking it was just your over-active imagination playing a trick on you.

You went to the bathroom to get ready for bed, and once you finished your night routine and were about to head to the bedroom, you heard steps again. Only this time, they were coming from the hallway outside of the bathroom. Carefully, you opened the door, wanting to take a look what was making the noise, but you didn’t manage to have enough time to do that.

You felt something cold against your head and a strong body pushed you flat against the wall.

“Where is Jaebum?” a dangerously low voice asked.

Your heart almost started to beat out of your chest. There was an intruder in your house. And he was holding a gun to your head. And Jaebum wasn’t there. You were sure you’d die.

“I d-don’t know,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Well, you better start thinking, bitch, or—”

“Or what?” a different voice called out from the end of the hallway. You quickly recognized your husband. “Back up from her if you want to live.

“Ah, there you are,” the intruder removed his gun from your temple and instead pointed it at Jaebum.

Jaebum, using the fact that the intruder made the critical mistake of removing his gun from his hostage, fired a shot from his own gun immediately.

The sight of a dead body falling right in front of you forced you to gasp loudly and grab onto the wall next to you so you wouldn’t fall down on the floor right next to him.

“Y/n,” Jaebum jogged towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist without a warning as he looked deep into your eyes. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“N-no. I’m okay,” you said. “How did you get here so fast?”

“I was on my way home when I saw someone break into the house. I didn’t realize they’d attack you to get to me, I thought they were just… I don’t know,” Jaebum said, pulling away from you. “Honestly, I should have realized you were in danger and hurried, instead of just staying behind until the last moment.”

Your heart started to beat faster again. “It’s okay. You’re here now.”

“I’m here,” he nodded. “I promise this is the last time I leave you completely alone. I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t reply but instead focused on calming yourself so your hands would stop shaking. Jaebum noticed that and took your hands into his own.

“You’re safe now,” he whispered. “I’m here with you. You’re safe with me.”

And you knew he was right. And somehow you realized that there was no other place where you’d feel safer.

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Jackson

Jackson was going out of his way, attempting to get you to, at least, like him. Because you seemed to be fuming with rage whenever you saw him and he knew you had impeccable gun training, and even though he wasn’t so bad with guns himself, he still didn’t want to get into a fight with you.

“Look, I’m sorry you had to marry me,” he told you one day when he found you in the middle of your boxing practice. “And believe me, it takes a lot of guts to just come up to you and talk when you’re hitting that punching bag like that. I’m just hoping you don’t imagine it’s my face you’re kicking instead of the—”

“Don’t be so full of yourself,” you cut him off. “It’s just a punching bag.”

“Okay,” he raised his hands in defense. “Hey, when you’re done, why don’t we go do something!”

“Like what?” you asked. “Shoot some bad guys? Deal some drugs?”

Jackson sighed. “Look, I know you wanted to get out of the family business. And I know you feel like it’s my fault you had to marry me and now you’re stuck here, but… if you get to know me, I’m really not that bad. And I bet if you opened up, this life wouldn’t suck that much, either.”

You stopped punching the punching bag and turned to look at him.

“Jackson, I’ve killed more people by the age of ten than psychotic serial killers kill on murder sprees,” you told him with a straight face. “I know all about this life. Don’t act as if I’m new to this.”

“Alright. I was just trying to help,” he muttered quietly. “You didn’t answer my question, though.”

“I didn’t hear a question.”

Jackson never realized how much of an attitude you had and he had to be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it a little.

“Let’s go out to have dinner,” he said, resisting the urge to smirk. “You and me.”

“If I say yes, will you leave and let me train in peace?”

“Absolutely.”

You sighed. “Fine, then. Seven o’clock. Don’t wear a suit or I’ll literally shoot you.”

Jackson laughed. “Noted. Dinner at seven.”

After he left, you realized you were kind of looking forward to the dinner with him. He did seem like a nice guy and he wasn’t thrown off by your coldness, which you appreciated since every other guy seemed to cower and run away when you looked at them wrong.

Maybe Jackson really wasn’t that bad. Not that you’d ever admit these thoughts out loud.

Jinyoung

Jinyoung was just as awkward as you were about this arranged marriage thing. You weren’t strictly against it because it was the norm in your family, but you weren’t excited about it either. You were actually pretty nervous, so to find out that your husband-to-be was just as nervous, was exhilarating.

After the wedding, the two of you stayed cautious of each other, not forgetting your manners, but also not being particularly keen on getting to know each other better. Until one day, both of you were assigned to do a job together. It was just a meeting with a foreign businessman but this would have been your first official outing since the wedding, so both of you needed to act like you were actually married and maybe even in love.

The night before the meeting, Jinyoung knocked on the door of your room.

“Come in!” you called out from the bed, where you’ve been trying to find the perfect jewelry to go with the dress you’d be wearing tomorrow.

Jinyoung entered and smiled at you awkwardly. “I was just wondering what color dress you’ll be wearing so I could match my tie.”

“Oh. Actually, I wasn’t sure. I was thinking either blue or white,” you told him as you got up from the bed and got two clothes hangers with the dresses out of your closet. “I also have a black one but—”

“Wear the white one,” he said before you could finish. “It accentuates your eyes.”

You never realized Jinyoung ever looked at you long enough to actually know the color of your eyes.

You looked down and nodded, hoping that you didn’t start blushing as you could already feel the hotness spread to your cheeks.

“So,” Jinyoung said, walking towards your bed and taking a seat on the very edge. “Are you nervous before tomorrow?”

“Actually, yeah,” you admitted, removing your jewelry box from the bed next to him, so you could sit there. “I’ve never done anything like this on my own. Usually, my dad or my uncle went with me.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jinyoung nodded. “But you won’t be alone this time, either. I’ll be there, too. And I think we can do it.”

“Really?” you smiled softly.

“Of course,” he replied, smiling, too. “You could just charm them with your looks, to be honest, and no negotiation would be necessary.”

Because of a huge smile spreading on your face, you turned to look away.

Jinyoung watched you for a moment and then looked down. “Is that the necklace you’ll be wearing?”

He was pointing at the small silver chain with a heart charm that your dad had given you for your eighteenth birthday.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “It’s my favorite one. Somehow I feel a little more confident when I wear it.”

“Can I put it on you to see what it looks like?”

You swallowed and, not finding your voice fast enough, just nodded.

Jinyoung took the necklace from you, his fingertips softly brushing against yours, creating a spark that almost caused you to flinch. You turned your back to him and Jinyoung slowly put the necklace around your neck. You breathed deeply at the feeling of cold metal against your skin but then almost suffocated when you felt his warm hands brush against your back when he finished clasping the necklace.

You turned around to look at him, too flustered to even smile.

Jinyoung watched your neck for a moment and then raised his glittering eyes to meet yours.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “With or without the necklace.”

There was no doubt that you were blushing now. It felt as though your entire body was on fire and he didn’t even do anything. You never knew anyone could have this much effect on you and you weren’t sure if you enjoyed feeling this flustered after a single touch.

Youngjae

Both of you were rarely home. Youngjae was out handling unfinished business, while you were making new business deals. Your marriage united two of the most powerful Mafia families, so it was fairly easy to influence unsuspecting young businessmen.

Your last meeting of the week was with a young, promising businessman who was a little smugger than you liked.

“What do you say we get a coffee sometime next week?” he asked at the end of your meeting, a huge smirk on his face.

“I’m actually booked for the whole week,” you tried to remain polite even though you found him nothing short of disgusting.

“What about the week after that, then?” he persisted. “Come on, you have to have at least one afternoon free.”

“I’m not sure if you know this,” you started. “But I’m actually married.”

And you flashed him your ring that was ten times more expensive than necessary and weighed your hand down. It was impressive though, you could see that even the young businessman thought so. Your ring probably cost as much as he made in a year.

“Well,” the sleazeball smiled, nevertheless. “He doesn’t have to know.”

You were about to shoot him then and there, not even caring that you were in a restaurant full of people.

“Who doesn’t have to know what?” someone asked suddenly. You turned around to see Youngjae making his way towards you.

The annoying businessman looked at the approaching man with his eyebrows raised.

“Hello, my darling,” Youngjae told you once he reached you, and placed a quick kiss on your cheek.

This was the first time either one of you has touched each other in a somewhat intimate way and you were dizzy from the sudden display of affection despite it all being for show.

“This is my husband,” you told the businessman who kept staring at you with a confused expression.

“Nice to meet you,” the businessman said, extending his hand but Youngjae wasn’t even going to be polite.

“Are you done here? Can we go?” he asked you, leaving the other young man hanging. He removed his hand awkwardly.

Trying not to smile, you nodded. “Yes. I think we’re done here. Thank you for making time for the meeting.”

“Yeah,” the businessman scoffed as you and Youngjae walked away, his hand on your waist. “No problem.”

Once you and Youngjae were out of the restaurant, you turned to look at him with a playful smile. “How come you’re here?”

“I have a sensor that starts to vibrate whenever there’s a douchebag harassing my wife,” he told you with a straight face.

You didn’t know why, but hearing him call you his wife caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach and that feeling was so new that you almost stopped walking in shock.

“You okay?” Youngjae asked, noticing your weird expression.

“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded, trying to play it off. “Just tired. It was a long day.”

Youngjae smiled at you (cue another butterfly attack). “Let’s get you home, then.”

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BamBam

BamBam probably wanted to get married even less than you. He enjoyed that single life and was known for having different female companions every night. Needless to say, he wasn’t exactly your dream husband.

You have expected him to stay exactly the same way after the wedding, and you knew you wouldn’t have a right to tell him that it wasn’t okay to see other people because the two of you weren’t really in love, and most arranged marriages that you knew of, only worked because both partners had the freedom to see other people.

Which is why when you called your mother one night, telling her how bored you were, her response “why don’t you hang out with your husband?” caused you to laugh loudly.

“He’s either out there working,” you told her. “Or with girls.”

“Girls?” your mother repeated. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean exactly what you think I mean,” you said nonchalantly, not understand why she seemed so surprised by this.

“You mean he’s cheating on you?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that, considering we’re married but we’re… not really married, you know?”

“Hold on, honey,” your mum said suddenly. “Let me call you back.”

And she hung up without explaining anything.

You waited for her to call you back for at least an hour before you realized she must have forgotten to do that. Wouldn’t have been the first time.

You sighed and were about to head to the kitchen to look for a quick snack when the door of your bedroom opened and a very angry looking BamBam entered.

“I just got off the phone with your mother,” he said and suddenly you went cold. “Why the hell does she think I’m cheating on you?”

“You-you’re not?” you asked, awkwardly, taken aback by the news that your mother actually called him.

“What the fuck, Y/n? Of course not!” he shouted. “Why the fuck would I cheat on you? I’m your husband!”

“But we’re not—we’re not really… I mean, you can do whatever you—”

“No, that’s not how marriage fucking works!” BamBam continued. He looked furious and you weren’t sure if you’ve ever seen him like this. “I take it seriously. And I would very much appreciate it if you weren’t walking around telling your relatives how shitty of a husband I am.”

“Wha—I don’t even refer to you as my husband when I’m talking to them,” you told him a little louder, too. “I don’t understand why you’re freaking out about this, I literally just gave you the green light to go out with whoever you want.”

“I don’t want to go out with anyone,” he answered, still just as angry as before. “You’re my wife. I’m supposed to go out with you.”

Your heart started to beat faster. “You said it as if being married was a job.”

“It is,” BamBam nodded and then sighed deeply. When he spoke again, his voice wasn’t as loud. “Okay, I’m sorry I yelled at you but I just… I’m really kind of hurt that you think this badly of me. I mean, I know we’re probably not as close as a husband and wife should be—”

“Probably,” you repeated sarcastically.

“Let me finish,” he said. “I’m trying to make this work. I know it sounds weird since I’m barely ever home – which is temporary, trust me, there’s just some work that I need to take care of – but I do want to get to know you. And if it seems to you like I regret getting married, then you’re wrong. I don’t. I’m happy I did. It was about time.”

“Maybe you’d be happier if you could actually choose your own partner instead of having your parents pick one for you,” you said.

“Sure,” BamBam shrugged his shoulders. “But in this case, I think my parents did a pretty good job choosing a partner for me.”

A smile appeared on your face before you could stop it and this caused BamBam to smile back at you.

“I’m free tonight,” he said. “If you don’t have any plans, I could take you out for dinner. How does that sound?”

“That sounds great,” you said honestly, already starting to feel somewhat excited.

“Okay,” he said and turned around to leave your room but then stopped. “Hey, and please call your mum, yeah? I don’t want her to think her son-in-law is an absolute piece of garbage.”

You laughed at this. “Will do. Sorry about all of that.”

“No worries,” he said. “I’ll be seeing to prove to you that I’m very faithful.”

You thought you were somewhat excited before. Well, now you were basically over the moon.

Yugyeom

You knew Yugyeom since you were nine years old. Both of your families were really close, your older sister even married his older brother so it was only logical that you’d be marrying Yugyeom once you were eighteen. And you didn’t fight this, you knew he was kind, sincere, and hard-working, which was more than enough for you.

You weren’t very close to him, though. Which is why, although it was awkward at the wedding, the first few months after the wedding were even worse.

You wanted to get to know him but somehow it seemed as though he was avoiding you.

Finally, one night, three months after the wedding, you were done with it. You stormed into his bedroom, startling him, and stopped in front of him angrily.

But then you realized you haven’t really given much thought to the actual words you wanted to say to him, so you just stared at him for a moment.

“Are you okay?” he asked, awkwardly.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked finally. And only because he looked really taken aback by your words, you realized that you probably phrased it wrong. “I mean, wh-why have we not once had a conversation after saying ‘I do’ at our wedding?”

“Oh,” Yugyeom said. “I, uh, I didn’t realize you wanted to talk to me.”

“Why wouldn’t I? We’re married and I don’t even know what your favorite color is.”

“It’s blue,” he answered. “But I’m not sure why that matters.”

“I’m just trying to get to know you,” you said, sighing once you realized that this was pointless. “But I guess it’s whatever. I’ll leave.”

“No, wait, I’m sorry,” Yugyeom said quickly. You stopped. “It’s just really weird for me.”

“It shouldn’t be,” you said.

“My parents met because of an arranged marriage,” he said. “They may appear like they’re in love in public but I don’t think I’ve ever seen them actually talk to each other at home.”

This was news for you. Slowly, you sat down on his bed next to him, wanting him to keep going.

“So, I don’t know how to do this marriage thing, either,” he said. “I’m sorry if I appeared cold.”

“No, that’s okay,” you said. “I didn’t know that about your family. Tell me more about them.”

And he did. You finally got him to open up by asking questions. He was a little cautious at first but then he seemed to relax and the two of you sat cozily on his bed for at least three hours, just talking and getting to know each other as if you were on your first date.

By the end of the night, when you were too sleepy to even form sentences anymore, you rested your head comfortably against the headboard of his bed and listened to him tell you about his childhood pets.

“Hey,” he said softly, a few seconds later. “Did you come into my room to fall asleep while I talked?”

You smiled, suddenly too tired to open your eyes that you haven’t even realized you closed in the first place.

“Yeah, sorry,” you said. “I should probably head back to my room.”

“You can stay here,” he suggested. “I can keep talking to help you fall asleep.”

“That would be nice,” you admitted and he proceeded to tell you about the day he had, obviously skipping the extremely violent parts so you wouldn’t suddenly jolt awake.

Right before you fell asleep, you realized that this evening, in Yugyeom’s room, was one of the coziest nights of your life, and butterflies fluttered in your stomach when you thought about having nights like that every night for the rest of your life.

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