#𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : closed

[makamuses]

lenora vazquéz villanueva, tem trinta e dois anos e atuava como biomédica especializada na área de virologia. dizem que é muito comum confundi-la com a ana de armas, mas acredito que seja apenas impressão.

sobre

quando o mundo ainda era normal e as preocupações diárias dos seres humanos se resumiam à chegar pontualmente em seus serviços, pagar as contas em dia e ainda tentar ter um pouco de sanidade mental para arriscar um relacionamento moderno; lenora atuava como virologista em um laboratório de renome, o qual ficou conhecido por desenvolver vacinas eficazes e com baixos índices de efeitos colaterais.

(continua)

características e curiosidades

em breve!

referências / inspirações

cenário apocalíptico similar ao de all of us are dead, com alguns raros seres humanos que se tornaram meio-zumbis.

links relevantes: interações + musings

[straylightdream]

heaven knows

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeon wonwoo x f.reader x kim mingyu

who knew being roommates could turn into so much more.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: coming soon

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, roommates to lovers, angst

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): non idol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 11k and counting

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nightsmares from a past car accident mingyu had, anxiety, depression, body image issues, lots and lots of emotions, pregnancy, implied mxm (not really sexually but they hold hands and cuddle)

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, creampie, oral (both rec), hand job, fingering, pussy stretching, big dick wonwoo, mingyu dick is even bigger, anal play, threesome, spit roasting, anal, double penetration, voyurism (both boys like to watch), needy reader, soft dom wonwoo (like he’s very soft, he just good a being in charge), nicknamed: baby, baby girl (hers)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: mature, 18+

𝐚𝐧: I was looking at an older story and wanted to make it a minwon story. Honestly I have fully reworked it and only some of the plot is the same and a couple scenes.

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It all started one night when you had a really bad nightmare and went to the kitchen to get water, and found Mingyu sitting on the barstool at the counter. He also couldn’t sleep himself. He told you about his nightmares he’s had since he was in college. You learn about the bad car crash he was in that almost killed him. He said he doesn’t really talk about it often. You were the only person he opened up to about that night other than Wonwoo.

“I don’t like sleeping alone,” he sighs.

“You don’t have to. I can lay with you if you want.” Part of you felt like you were crossing a boundary here that you probably shouldn’t. But there was something about Mingyu that always gave you a sense of comfort.

Following Mingyu off to his bedroom you each take a side of the bed. For a while you just lay there staring at each other. After a while Mingyu reaches out taking your hand.

“Could I possibly hold you?” He asked barely above a whisper.

“Of course.” He pulls you close to him and ask you to roll over. Laying on your side he moves so he pressed up snug against you with his hand holding your soft stomach.

That was the first night you and Mingyu innocently shared a bed together.

It became a frequent habit of both of you sleeping together just to cuddle after Mingyu would have nightmares. Wonwoo joined in one night about a month in when he walked into Mingyu’s room to check on him and found him curled up next to you. You were both wide awake and spooning while talking. You both looked over at Wonwoo with the look of a child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“What’s going on here?” He asked, leaning against the door frame.

“I had a nightmare again and asked if she would lay with me.”

“Gyu what didn’t you get me?” Wonwoo’s face drops a little and he looks sad. Mingyu has mentioned that in the past especially during college after his accident Wonwoo was by his side. He said in the beginning he couldn’t even sleep alone that Wonwoo would lay in his bed holding his hand.

“I’ve been sleeping like this with (Y/N) for about a month.”

“Oh.” Part of you feels guilty that Wonwoo seems hurt.

“Did you want to join us?” Mingyu asked, tugging you closer to him.

“Would you mind?” Wonwoo sounds nervous. You both just shake your head. Slowly he crawled into Mingyu’s bed curled up onto the other side of the bed in front of you. From that night on you rarely ever slept alone.

You nuzzled against Wonwoo’s chest as you started to slowly wake up. Mingyu’s strong hand gently rubbed your thigh letting you know he was awake. Gently you rolled off of Wonwoo trying not to wake him up. Looking over at Mingyu who had moved back a little to give you room.

He laid on his back and signaled for you to cuddle up against him. You moved back into the position you had just been laying on Wonwoo. Your leg once again was tossed over Mingyu’s waist as your head nuzzled against Mingyu’s strong chest.

His hand gripped your thigh pulling you even closer to him. A soft moan passes your lips unexpectedly. This was the first time your cuddling had even gotten close to sexual. There was suddenly a thick sexual tension between you as you let out another low moan as your pajama covered cored rutted against his hip. Your eyes went wide as you bit your lip. You didn’t mean to moan, but the way he was pulling you closer to him was intoxicating.

His warm eyes locked onto yours as he was trying to figure out what was going on in your mind. He suddenly wanted to kiss you but he didn’t know if you even had feelings for him.

You suddenly felt embarrassed at the fact you moaned as your body moved against him. Your eyes quickly moved away from his dark ones.

[jaepen]

that’s why he my man! (part one)

✩♬₊˚.ᝰ. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧’ 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦

/ᐠ˵- ᴗ -˵マ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 note: hello everyone! i hope you like this drabble, this song is living rent free in my mind right now, so enjoy♡! not edited nor proofread!

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 ... enha!hyung line x romantic tropes x reader

𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐜: 𝟐𝟎𝟒𝟐; 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫: 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐) ‧₊˚♪𝄞࿐₊˚⊹

𝐋.𝐇𝐒 희승’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝. (𝟓𝟏𝟑)

I’m just tryna hear you say my name, love to play your ruler, be your Jane, you could be my Tarzan, toss me up, other hoes is lacking, call me up

Halloween, the one holiday where any individual can be anyone and anything they want to be. Not to say that there is or is no judgment to what individual is going to be for Halloween, but nonetheless, being someone else for a night could pay off. You were going to the infamous ENHA frat party, your boyfriend being a pledge, he got to invite a plus one, you his lovely girlfriend. The pledges had to do a costume roulette as part of their tasks to complete for initiation, and he got the gorilla. Naturally, when he told you that he was going to be a sexy gorilla, you rolled your eyes in judgment as he begged you to be his sexy zookeeper.

“Please Y/N, be my zookeeper to my gorilla-” “Why should I?”

“I’m so close to initiation, the boys like me and this couple’s costume will go great if you dress up with me.”

“Fine, but you owe me.”

Come night of the frat party, your boyfriend owed you more than anything. Dressing as a sexy zookeeper was not for the faint of heart, it was freezing, packed with drunk frat members, pledges, sorority girls, and more. In your tight shorts and thin top, you immediately rush inside, trying to find solace somewhere. Your boyfriend, suddenly nowhere to be found, ditched you. ‘Great,’ you thought, ‘what a gentleman.’

Maneuvering your way through the hordes of people, you find yourself in the kitchen with practically a whole liquor store supply of alcohol. Overwhelmed by the various options, you stood there in contemplation in which poison you should go for first. Heeseung, ENHA’s president, rolling in his Tarzan outfit, immediately sees you. His mouth rolls into a smirk, checking you out. Sauntering over, he loops an arm around you.

“What’s a girl like you doing around here without being served a drink?” Heeseung, moving his arms around you, makes a drink quickly in front of your eyes. Heeseung serves the drink with a devilish smile, and you return it with a small grin.

“Thank you…” “Heeseung, president of ENHA.”

“So, president of ENHA, what are you supposed to be?” You take a sip of his drink, humming at the sweet and sour combination of the drink he made.

“Tarzan,” he makes himself a drink, “and you?”

“Well my boyfriend,” Heeseung looks up, “is a pledge here and had this pledge costume roulette thing and ended up being a gorilla. So, I guess as a good girlfriend I am his sexy zookeeper.”

“Sexy zookeeper huh? Aren’t you supposed to be keeping your animal in check then?” Heeseung walks back next to you, continuing to admire you.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, isn’t that your boyfriend right there?” he points to the corner, with your boyfriend slobbered over another girl.

“Well,” you pour yourself a shot, “I guess I don’t have a boyfriend anymore.”

“That’s ok, want to be my Jane to my Tarzan?”

“I just met you,” you teased.

“Well I don’t bite, sometimes,” he smirked, “let’s go have some fun.”

𝐏.𝐉𝐒 제이’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞. (𝟓𝟓𝟔)

You kinda cute, but play too much, don’t play yourself, I’m not the one, but we can still pretend this can be my man woman

“Jongseong!” you singsong. Jay looks at you with mixed fear and grimace, not ready to anticipate the torture.

You skipped over to his lunch table, where him and his other friends are sitting. Sunghoon, Heeseung, Jake, and Niki are all watching amusingly at the sight, seeing their best friend squirm under the sights of his alleged “most hated person on earth.”

“Hello boys,” you circled around and stopped behind Jay, “Guess what I got for today?”

The boys, super excited for their small treat that they get for the day, sat up straight. Jay glares at all of their eager selves, disappointed by their lack of loyalty.

“Did you make cookies-” “Is it cake? I love your tiramisu-“ “Oh oh! Is it brownies-“ “Is it-“ “Guys!” Jay yelled, “let the girl talk.”

You instantly smiled and warmed up to his cold demeanor, pulling out your sweet treat of the day: strawberry shortcake. You pass the boys a neatly, cute packaged strawberry shortcake. The boys immediately tear open the package and dig in like heathens. You inwardly cringed at their behavior, but you rationalize that boys will be boys.

“Do you guys like it?” you asked nervously, looking over to see everyone but Jay eating your sweet treat.

The boys nodded happily, clear enjoyment evident in their facial expressions. You deflated as your eyes landed on Jay, seeing your sweet treat untouched.

“Jay, are you going to try the shortcake?” “No.”

“Why aren’t you going-” “I don’t want to try another disgusting treat of yours.”

Taken aback from his statement, your eyes start to well up. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction, so you immediately wipe your tears and put a smile on your face.

“That’s alright, you can give it to one of the boys since they like it so much,” you hurriedly put out two more, not wanting to stay there longer, “Make sure to give these to Sunoo and Wonnie for me?”

You didn’t want to attempt hearing another rejection, immediately fleeing away from embarrassment.

“Seong, don’t you think you were a little harsh?” Heeseung went over and flicked his forehead hard.

“Asshole,” Jay whined, rubbing the spot, “I just wanted her to stop giving the stupid treats, she’s playing herself.”

“Hyung, you don’t think she’s a little cute? She always brings all of us sweet treats, not just you,” Sunghoon munched on the last remains of the shortcake. Jay stays silent at Sunghoon’s question.

“Hey, if you don’t want that shortcake, I’ll tak-” “No.”

Jake whines at Jay’s answer, “You’re not even going to eat it, so why waste it?”

“I’ll eat it,” he mumbles. “What? Couldn’t hear you there hyung,” Niki teases.

“I’ll eat it fucker,” Jay says louder, rolling his eyes and opening the shortcake. 

Jay, taking a small bite of the shortcake, increased his bites of the shortcake until the package was pristine. The boys, smirking at his behavior, immediately started flicking his forehead, one by one.

“Alright, alright, stop hitting my forehead, my knowledge is valuable,” Jay hides his forehead, “I’ll go apologize.”

“Yeah confess to your girl Seong, stop playing hard to get,” “Get your woman hyung,” “She’s not my woman guys.”

Jay gets up from the table and leaves in pursuit of finding you, ready to apologize and stop pretending about his cute little shortcake.

𝐒.𝐉𝐘 제이크’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝! (𝟒𝟗𝟖)

Know my baby packing, why I’m stuck, that’s why he my man, young and he fine and he tall and he handsome, talkin’ so fine, I might hold it for ransom, put in drive, I’m not shy, I might let ya, cruise all night

You and your boyfriend Jake decided to take a romantic getaway to Jeju Island the moment you both saw a free week on both of your calendars. It was rare for both you and Jake to be free at the same time. Common enough for a couple of hours, uncommon for one day, somewhat rare for a couple, and extremely rare for a whole week. Your time with Jake in juju has been nothing short of bliss. Nature hikes, swimming and seashore walking, and eating delicious comfort Jeju native dishes, you couldn’t have asked for a better vacation with your boyfriend. Currently at the beach, you were currently sitting with Jake and scrolling through TikTok. You come across this TikTok of a couple singing to SZA’s new song ‘BMF,’ and the girl pranks her boyfriend by shaking her head and making an X with her arms when it mentions that the man is tall. You immediately got an idea, and giggled.

“Yun, can you-“ “You are so pretty.”

You give him a deadpanned look as his sparkling eyes are staring at you with complete admiration.

“Jake.”

“Not my name.”

“Jak-“

“My baby knows better than to call me by my other government name,” he states with a finger pointed up.

“Baby,” “Better,” he piqued, “Can you do me two small favors?”

“What do you mean by small,” he narrows his eyes.

“Yes or no Yunnie,” you emphasized.

“Yes, my love,” he reluctantly agreed.

“Can you lotion my back while I film a small TikTok? As a memory of our once in a lifetime, non-calendar colliding, romantic-“

Jake pecks your lips, effectively shutting you up. You, flustered, playfully smack his chest and shift your body in the chair. Setting up the camera to see you and Jake, you tried to not giggle at the anticipation ahead of you. Giving Jake the bottle of sunscreen, it was go time. Turning the sound up, you press record. You lip sync to the lyrics, and Jake immediately looks up and gives you that boyish smile you fell in love with. As the lyrics ‘he tall’ comes up, you stopped lip-syncing and shook your head and crossed your arms into an X shape. Jake’s face immediately dropped. You immediately laugh as you continue to lip sync the lyrics.

“Hey!” He stops putting sunscreen on your back, “I’m taller than you! I am technically average male height if you must know baby.”

The video stops recording as you are laughing to a point where it becomes wheezing, still humored by Jake’s reaction.

“Stop laughing,” he whines, “or I’m going to lift you with my packing body and drop you into the ocean.”

“You wouldn’t.” “I would.”

“Fine, I guess I won’t make it up to you tonight then-“

“Alright, I surrender,” he says immediately, putting his hands up, “so what are we doing tonight?” Jake, wriggling his eyebrows, giving you the same look of admiration as he did earlier.

“We’re cruising all night baby.”

𝐏.𝐒𝐇 성훈’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮? (𝟒𝟕𝟓)

Young and fine and dark and handsome, the boy from South of somewhere came walking in, I can’t keep my panties from dropping, he’s so fly, fly

Being the top student at the school was no feat. You worked hard to get where you are, and you were the school’s top academic weapon. Until Park Sunghoon came along. You were nose deep into your books, waiting for the next period to start. You heard whispers around you, growing by the minute.

“Have you heard about the new exchange student?” “Yeah, I heard that he’s young, fine, and handsome.” “Did you know he came from South…” “He’s definitely out of your league!”

You tuned these whispers out the best you could. It was hard. The whispers continued to grow and eventually turned into chairs scraping and fangirl squeals. Agitated, you looked up from your textbook to see your whole class pushing themselves against the classroom windows. Getting up, you wanted to know what all the commotion was about, and you immediately regret it.

Walked in Park Sunghoon, the new exchange student at your school. You rolled your eyes as girls around you were blushing and trying to get his attention. Sunghoon walked down the halls, marveling in all the attention he got from everyone. He flashed his smile left and right, waving around. His friends, Sunoo and Jake are next to him, helping him adjust to the second week of school. Sunghoon’s eyes land on you, interested in how you out of everyone is not wanting to swarm on him.

“Hey you,” he called out, pointing at you.

Annoyed at his action, you immediately turn your back on him and head back to your desk. Sunghoon, shocked by your cold and distasteful response, walks into your classroom and spots you at your desk reading. Sunghoon pulls up a desk chair and sits in front of you. Not saying anything, he starts poking you, repeatedly.

“Hey will you cut it out,” glaring at him, not knowing why he won’t leave you alone.

He looks at you intently, pausing his poking for a couple of seconds before continuing.

“Cut it out,” you gritted your teeth, staring at him to stop.

“What’s your name?” “What?”

Sunghoon grabs your face and squishes your cheeks with his big hands. He moves your face to lock in with his eyes, boring into your very existence. You start to feel warm, picking out the small details of his face. He wasn’t bad looking, per say, annoying, but hot.

You moved your face out of his grasp, smoothing out your cheeks. Going back to your textbook, you phase out his presence.

“My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N huh,” he smirks, “want to go on a date with me?”

Eyes bulging out of your head, you immediately looked up at him with your ears and cheeks flushed with red.

“No.”

“You won’t be saying that soon,” he gets up from the desk chair, “see you later princess.”

Oh, you’re in trouble.

thanks for reading, i appreciate any feedback as i am still kind of getting back into fanfiction writing!

part 2 for maknae line coming very soon, stay tuned ദ്ദി（• ˕ •マ.ᐟ!

[s4svnn]

Out of bounds . JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; his love subjected you to the true extent of deception, a merciless lie wrapped in the illusion of paradise, until the truth tore it apart - he was always out of bounds.

↳ Jungkook x reader

↳ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: ongoing

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Chapter Six

The room felt hotter than it should have.

Maybe it was the heat coming off his body as he sat behind me, his chest pressed against my back. Or maybe it was the way his fingers trailed down my sides, agonisingly slow, like he had all the time in the world.

I told myself I could stop this. I ‘should’ stop this.

But when his lips brushed the back of my neck again—so soft at first, almost testing—I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. Instead, my eyes fluttered shut.

A low laugh vibrated against my skin.

“Look at you,” Jungkook murmured. “Already melting.”

I snapped my eyes open, heat crawling up my neck for an entirely different reason now.

He was watching me, his expression blank, unreadable—like I was just another game to him.

The heat in my stomach twisted into something sharper. I wanted to shove him off, to tell him to stop playing with me like I was some toy he could pick up and put down whenever he felt like it. But before I could say anything, he pushed me forward slightly, his fingers tugging at the edge of my leather jacket.

“Why are you—”

The question died on my lips as he slid it off my shoulders, his fingers brushing my bare skin.

A shiver ran down my spine. I hated how much I liked the way he touched me—like he owned me already.

The jacket hit the floor, forgotten, as Jungkook’s hands moved to my back.

For a moment, all I could feel was the heat of his palms tracing the ink that marked my skin—outlining the delicate flowers and the words that ran down my spine.

He leaned closer, his breath fanning against my ear.

“What’s the story?”

I blinked. “What?”

“The tattoo.” His fingers pressed gently against one of the flowers, tracing the petals. “What does it mean?”

I stiffened.

“That’s none of your business.”

Jungkook chuckled, the sound low and rumbling.

“Fair enough,” he said, but his hands didn’t stop moving.

Instead, he slipped his fingers lower, finding the waistband of my jeans.

I froze.

My heart jumped into my throat as he tugged at them, easing them down just enough to expose the rest of the quote inked into my skin.

He wasn’t taking them off. But it didn’t matter.

The feel of his fingers so close, the sound of his breathing so steady—it made my pulse race anyway.

But before I could find my voice, Jungkook’s lips pressed against my back. This time, he didn’t stop at my shoulder. He kissed lower, following the curve of my spine, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.

I gripped the edge of the desk, my breathing quickening as his mouth lingered at the small of my back. He was testing me. And I was letting him.

“Relax,” he murmured against my skin, his lips brushing the words there like he was reading them.

But relaxing was impossible when his hands suddenly spread my legs, pushing me forward until I was flat against the desk.

My breath hitched.

The movement was so smooth, so practiced, that it made my head spin. He leaned back slightly, letting his eyes rake over me.

“I could get used to this view,” he said casually, like we weren’t standing in the middle of an office, like this wasn’t wildly inappropriate.

I clenched my jaw, trying to steady my breathing as my cheek pressed against the cold surface of the desk.

What the hell was he doing to me?

His hands returned to my back, softer this time, before his lips followed—kissing and sucking at my skin until I could feel the heat rising in patches.

I shifted slightly, but he just held me steady, his hands gripping my waist firmly as his mouth continued to leave invisible marks.

I hated that it felt good.

I hated how easy it was for him to make me lose focus—to make my body react even when my head was screaming at me to stop. When he finally pulled back, I felt cold without his touch.

“Get up,” he said.

I pushed myself off the desk shakily, my legs unsteady as he grabbed my arm and guided me toward the window.

The glass stretched from floor to ceiling, giving a perfect view of the city below—the cars, the people, the lights.

Jungkook stood behind me, his chest pressed to my back again as he leaned down to speak in my ear.

“You should get used to this view,” he said. “You’ll be seeing it a lot.”

And then, before I could react, his palm came down sharply against my ass.

I jumped, the sting making me whirl around to glare at him, but he was already walking toward the door.

“Meet me at my place tomorrow,” he said without looking back. “Three o’clock.”

I opened my mouth to tell him that I didn’t even have his address, but before I could say anything, the door shut behind him.

I stood there for what felt like forever, staring at the empty space where he’d been, my thoughts racing. What the hell had just happened?

My fingers brushed my neck, the spot where his lips had lingered, and my stomach twisted. I’d let him touch me—And I didn’t even know why.

Maybe it was the heat of the moment. Maybe it was the way he’d looked at me, like he already knew I wouldn’t say no. Or maybe it was the way he made me feel—off-balance, out of control, and desperate to prove myself.

No, no way I thought to myself. It was because of the contract. Yes the contract what else could it be. He didn’t like me and I sure as hell didn’t like him. It was the contract that bound us together, nothing more nothing less. I did not like him. And nothing could change that.

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The shrill buzz of my phone pulled me out of sleep. Groggily, I reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. It read **3:00 AM**.

My eyes dropped to the notification, ready to ignore the idiot who disturbed my sleep.

But to my dismay there was no name. Unknown was displayed on my screen, I furrowed my eyebrows wondering how the person had gotten my number and why they texted me at the devils hour of all times.

I hesitated before opening the message, what if it was a serial killer telling me they were watching me sleep or some shit. My mind was going crazy with all these ideas of who it could be. But it wasn’t until I finally looked down at the contents of the message that my imagination was shut down.

An address.

Suddenly wide awake, I bolted upright in bed, staring down at the text. It had to be Jungkook. As if to confirm my suspicion, three little dots appeared on the screen.

**Typing...**

My pulse quickened as another message popped up.

**Wear shorts.**

Yep it was definitely him. Who else would demand something out of the blue like that.

I frowned, rereading the words. Shorts? Why?

My stomach twisted, unease curling through me. It wasn’t the message itself that unsettled me—it was how easily Jungkook seemed to take control, how he expected me to obey without question.

Still, exhaustion outweighed my nerves, and I tossed the phone onto the bedside table, deciding I’d deal with him and his bullshit in the morning.

When my alarm finally pulled me from sleep, the unease was still there, buried beneath the tiredness. I went through my morning routine slowly, my thoughts circling back to Jungkook over and over again.

The way he’d touched me yesterday—how easily he’d pushed my boundaries and left me reeling. Would he do it again?

As I pulled open my closet, my eyes landed on a pair of black shorts, and my stomach dipped.

No.

Shaking my head, I grabbed a pair of comfy gray joggers instead. I was going to be working—sketching designs—not strutting around in something revealing just because Jungkook told me to.

I threw on a white top and a loose zip-up hoodie, curling my hair to give myself a boost of confidence. After making myself an iced latte, I stepped outside and into the bright afternoon sun, determined to focus on work and nothing else.

Pulling up to Jungkook’s house left me stunned.

Massive iron gates towered over me, guarded by men in dark suits who looked more like secret agents than security guards. I rolled down my window, nerves flaring as one of them approached.

“I’m Jungkook’s new designer,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “He told me to meet him today.” The guard gave me a once-over before speaking into his walkie-talkie. A long pause followed, then the gates whirred to life, swinging open.

I drove through slowly, my hands tightening on the steering wheel as I took in the property. It was enormous.

Dark stone walls lined the driveway, leading up to a house that looked more like a fortress—sleek, angular, and intimidating, just like its owner.

When I parked and stepped out, the sheer size of it made my chest tighten. It was like stepping into forbidden territory.

Before I could knock, the door creaked open slightly. But no one was there.

“Hello?” I called, stepping inside cautiously.

Silence.

My footsteps echoed as I wandered through the entryway, eyes wide. The walls were lined with trophies and photographs—snapshots of Jungkook holding championship cups, leaning against his race cars, and posing with women.

Everything about the space screamed luxury. Black marble floors, towering ceilings, and sleek, modern furniture. Dark colours dominated the decor, with deep gray walls and touches of matte gold in the fixtures and accents.

It felt cold. Controlled. But it also felt like him.

I wandered further in, passing leather couches and glass tables that looked too expensive to touch. My heart pounded as I made my way upstairs, looking for Jungkook.

Room after room, I peeked inside, but he was nowhere to be found—until I reached the last door on the third floor. I cracked it open, my breath catching as steam billowed out.

Music drifted through the air—low and moody. The room was massive, dominated by a king sized bed with dark sheets and black pillows. A balcony stretched along one wall, framed by floor-to-ceiling windows, while the opposite side held a desk covered in jewellery and cigarettes.

But what caught my attention was the photograph sitting on the desk. A woman with a soft smile and warm eyes, holding a little boy in her arms. My fingers brushed the frame, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you done snooping?”

The deep voice jolted me.

I spun around, my eyes going wide.

Jungkook stood in the doorway, dripping with water, a towel slung loosely around his waist. His hair was damp, strands falling into his eyes as he pushed them back.

“I—I wasn’t—”

I stepped away from the desk, cheeks burning.

“I couldn’t find you,” I stammered. “I was looking—”

“Save it.”

He crossed the room, grabbing the photo and shoving it into a drawer.

Before I could even process the move, he was in front of me—close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

“Wait downstairs,” he said, voice low and firm. “I’ll be down soon.”

I nodded quickly, stepping around him and out the door, my heart hammering.

The living room felt even bigger now that I was alone. I busied myself setting up my sketches, spreading them out neatly across the table and forcing myself to focus.

But my mind kept drifting back to the photo—and the way Jungkook had hidden it so quickly.

Who was the woman?

My thoughts scattered as Jungkook dropped onto the couch beside me. A bit too close for comfort as our legs touched, practically transferring his body heat to me.

I froze, my pulse spiking as his scent—fresh soap and something darker—wrapped around me.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” he said, leaning back casually like he hadn’t just walked up to me half-naked minutes ago. I swallowed hard, pushing the designs toward him.

“These are the concepts I started with,” I explained, pointing to each one. “I wanted to emphasize aerodynamics while keeping the body sleek and aggressive—”

Jungkook leaned in closer, his eyes flicking over the sketches.

“Not bad,” he said finally. “But I want more edge.”

I looked up, meeting his gaze.

“More edge?”

“Yeah.” His lips curved into a smirk. “Show me something that makes people stop and stare.”

My stomach flipped.

But then Jungkook’s gaze drifted downward, landing on my legs. His eyes darkened slightly as his brows furrowed. Slowly, he looked back up at me, sharp and scrutinising.

“Where are your shorts?”

My heart skipped.

“I—” I started, my voice faltering under his stare. “It was too cold.” I sat up straighter, trying to steady myself. “And shorts wouldn’t have been comfortable for sketching. I didn’t want it affecting my designs.”

I swallowed, willing my voice to sound more confident than I felt. Jungkook leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable. “Take them off.”

“What?” My body jolted at his words, heat rushing to my cheeks as if he’d just dumped a bucket of ice down my spine.

His head tilted. “I said take them off.” His tone was calm—too calm, like he didn’t understand why I was even questioning him.

I stared at him, stunned into silence. My heart pounded so loudly it echoed in my ears, but I forced myself to breathe. What was I so afraid of? It was just skin.

I straightened my shoulders, reminding myself I had nothing to be ashamed of—nothing to hide. If Jungkook thought he could intimidate me, he was wrong.

So what if I had to sit next to him in just my underwear? My shirt was long enough to cover me, and I wasn’t going to let him think I was scared. Without another word, I pushed myself to my feet, hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my joggers, and slid them down my legs.

I folded them neatly, placing them beside me on the couch before sitting back down.

Jungkook’s eyes were on me the entire time, dark and heavy. I felt the heat of his stare burn into my skin, lingering far too long on my thighs.

For a moment, he said nothing.

Then, without warning, his hands gripped my hips, and he dragged me onto his lap.

I gasped as my legs shifted over his thighs, his body warm and solid beneath me.

My breath hitched further when he reached down, gently tugging my shirt higher so his hands could rest comfortably against the bare skin of my thighs.

“What are you doing?” I blurted, my voice high and shaky. “Why is this necessary?”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a smirk.

“Let’s see how well you can focus,” he said. “Tell me about your new ideas—the ones you said would fit my taste.”

I hesitated, trying to gather my thoughts, but it was impossible to ignore the way his thumbs were brushing slow, deliberate patterns over my skin.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak.

“I—I was thinking more sharp angles, longer lines,” I began, my words trembling as his hands kneaded into my flesh. “Something that emphasises speed without losing—”

A gasp escaped me as his fingers trailed higher, grazing the sensitive skin just beneath the hem of my shirt. I snapped my mouth shut, my chest heaving.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked, his voice low and smooth.

“Why are you doing that?”

His smirk deepened. “This would’ve been easier for you if you’d just listened and worn shorts.”

I bit my lip, heat rushing through me.

I hated that he was right. I hated that I was hot and flustered, sitting in his lap in just my underwear. But more than anything, I hated that I couldn’t focus. Why didn’t I just wear the damn shorts.

“Keep going,” he said, his tone laced with amusement.

I straightened, trying to clear my head.

“What do you want to see in the designs?” I asked, my voice steadier this time.

Jungkook’s hands didn’t stop moving, but he answered easily, rattling off features he liked—sleek headlights, aggressive hoods, bold details that demanded attention.

I wrote his words down carefully, trying to keep my breathing even as his fingers slid higher, brushing dangerously close to the tops of my thighs. My pulse spiked when his hands shifted, slipping under my shirt and brushing against my stomach.

I tensed as his fingers grazed my belly button, pausing when they touched the small metal ring of my piercing. Jungkook leaned in, resting his chin lightly on my shoulder.

“What other piercings do you have?” he murmured.

I ignored the question, fighting the heat that crept up my neck.

Instead, I pushed forward, asking more about his preferences in the designs, forcing him to keep talking. His hands didn’t stop, though.

They slid up and down my stomach, inching higher each time, pushing my focus to the edge of breaking.

But then, just as suddenly as he’d started, he stopped.

“Well done,” he said.

“What?” My head snapped toward him, completely thrown off.

“You did a good job staying focused.”

I blinked, struggling to catch up.

“I’m serious about my job,” I said, breathless. “I want to do the best I can.”

Jungkook didn’t respond.

He just looked at me—intently, like he was searching for something. Before I could figure out what, he leaned in, his nose brushing softly against my neck.

I froze, barely breathing as he shifted, his lips hovering near my ear.

“That’s it for today,” he whispered. “I have plans.”

And just like that, he stood, lifting me off his lap and setting me back down on the couch as if nothing had happened.

“Same time tomorrow,” he said, already walking toward the stairs.

I sat there, stunned, as his footsteps disappeared. Then, snapping out of it, I hurried to pack up my things, pulling my joggers back on and bolting out of the house.

By the time I reached my car, my thoughts were spiraling. What had just happened?

Why had I let him touch me like that again?

I gripped the steering wheel, forcing myself to focus. “Snap out of it,” I muttered, starting the engine.

But even as I drove home, his voice lingered in my head—low and teasing, like he already knew I’d be thinking about him.

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I was unlocking my apartment door when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned sharply, my heart leaping. It was Damian.

“How was your day?” he asked, stepping closer, a smile plastering his face.

“It was… great,” I lied, forcing a smile. He didn’t need to know that my new boss was actually a pervert whose life goal is to make my life as miserable as possible.

His eyes narrowed. “Oh yeah, I forgot to ask who did you boss turn out to be?”

“Jungkook.”

Damian’s face darkened instantly.

“Jungkook?” he repeated, his voice sharp.

I nodded, taken aback by the change in his tone. But what shocked me more were his actions that followed. Without another word, he turned and walked into his apartment, slamming the door behind him.

I stood there, completely thrown off.

What was that about?

I stepped inside my own place, locking the door behind me as unease crept over me.

Damian’s reaction. Jungkook’s behavior.

What had I really gotten myself into?

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CUTTING THROUGH THE LOUNGE ON his way to the pool from the dance floor, reeve stopped suddenly and, to be honest, not entirely sure why. sure, this was maybe the first time he’d ever seen kody suzuki-braun alone, with no thomas in front of her and no milo hanging off her back, but it wasn’t like she was of any particular interest to him. she was just the girlfriend of someone he happened to know, little more than a topic for playful banter whenever thomas was around, and locker room style consideration whenever thomas was decisively not. nevertheless, he does stop, specks of glitter scattering to the floor as he tossed a quick finger to the painting he'd caught her looking at. ❝ arreguin, right ? ❞ reeve asked, genuinely unsure. they'd received the piece a few weeks before— something about end of life care and paying respects to an old friend— but reeve didn’t know much about it. he just recognized the style from pieces in the art building. ❝ someone told me there’s supposed to be a bunch of faces in it, but i don’t really see them. just a lot of spirals. ❞ said spirals being incredibly dizzying to look at, amped up on a cocktail of booze and party drugs as he was. he turned to look at her instead, brow raised. ❝ what about you ? tommy mentioned you're an artist, so what do your artist eyes see ? ❞

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[stxrfclls]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : closed ( @reignrbs )

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : a fountain in the briar maze

emira  knew  she  should  likely  be  in  the  halls  welcoming  people  ,  but  she  was  far  too  curious  to  see  who  would  be  the  most  entranced  by  the  briar  maze  she'd  memorized  ages  ago.  when  she  hears  the  shuffling  of  feet  the  lady  pushes  up  to  stand  ,  smiling  at  the  newcomer  to  the  space.  "  i  regret  to  inform  you  that  you've  come  to  a  dead  end.  "  it  wasn't  truly  ,  there  was  a  hidden  passage  behind  an  overgrowth  of  bushes.  but  it  required  a  key  ,  one  emira  would  not  be  sharing.  "  but  if  you  go  back  out  and  turn  right  you'll  find  a  beautiful  stretch  of  briars  that  lead  to  the  back  gardens.  "

[makamuses]

courtney bernstein possui vinte e dois anos e é a tributo do sexo feminino que irá representar o distrito seis na vigésima quinta edição dos jogos vorazes - o primeiro massacre quaternário, no qual ela optou por participar como voluntária. dizem que é muito comum confundi-la com a kathryn newton, mas acredito que seja apenas impressão.

sobre

em breve!

ideias de plot

a courtney é uma personagem antiga e gosto muito dela, então aceito jogar em qualquer linha do tempo: antes dos jogos, durante ou depois.

uma vibe meio katniss e peeta? eles podem ter ido como aliados na edição número 25, o primeiro massacre quaternário, e única vez na história dos jogos onde permitiram que 2 tributos sobrevivessem - desde que fossem do mesmo distrito. poderiam se gostar ou se odiar, o céu é o limite...

para plots depois da vitória dela:

poderíamos desenvolver o relacionamento de algum tributo tendo ela como mentora, ou entre ela e algum outro vitorioso dos jogos.

ou algum conhecido do passado que acompanhou toda a trajetória dela antes dos jogos, durante e depois - seria bom para ajudar ela a lidar com os fantasmas que a assombram.

adaptações que julgo razoáveis e informações importantes (ou não)

adaptações que acho necessárias: atualmente eu tenho 24 anos e não estou afim de interpretar personagens de 16 akoskapskao. sendo assim, acredito que o universo do jogo pode ser adaptado e os tributos podem passar a ter uma faixa etária entre 18 a 25 anos (ao invés de 12 a 18, como na saga). acredito que todo mundo fique mais confortável desta forma e não interfere tanto na história como um todo.

[straylightdream]

HER - 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: han jisung x rich f.reader

↳ She said; “We could do whatever you want you could fuck me in the back of your car”. But I won’t ever get to stay with her, cause all I ever had was one day with her.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: coming soon

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ??

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: daddy issues, angst and mentions of drugs and alcohol. smut (detailed warnings will be posted below the cut)

𝐚𝐧: part of a series called ohmami of short one shots inspired by Chase Atlantic songs. This one was inspired by HER. If you would like to be tagged in all stories for this series or a specific boys please fill out this form.

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: unprotected sex, car sex, breast play, choking, oral fixation.

𝐇𝐈𝐌

Jisung knew the moment he met you he would never fully have you. He had you for one day at a time and he lived for those single days he had you. He would be with you from sunrise until after midnight and once you left sometimes he wouldn’t see you for a month or two.

You were good at leaving him. Your abandonment issues with your father leaving you when you were a teenager left you guarded and ready to run.

You had a mask on that left people thinking you were a pretentious rich girl that let money buy your happiness.

On the days he would see you he would often find himself holding your hand as walked around the Dior store. He often joked around that you didn’t have a boyfriend because you had Christian Dior.

Most of your single days you would spend with him always ended the same way. With you always whispering in his ear, “We can do whatever you want.”

Jisung was in love with you and he desperately wanted more than one day at a time with you. He knew he couldn’t change your mind, so he lived for what you would give him.

When it came to you the moment you ask to see him Jisung would drop anything for you.

He woke up at six in the morning to a text from you asking if he could come over. Without another thought in the world he drove to the hotel he found you staying at. Walking into the quiet lobby he made his way towards the elevator and took it up to the twenty first floor. Walking down the hallway he tried to push away the nervous feeling he always got before he saw you.

He takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. It takes you all off twenty seconds before you open the door. His eyes are wide at the sight of you dressed only in a thong and a lacy black bra that does nothing to cover your nipples.

Grabbing his hand you drag him into the room quickly closing the door behind you.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you press your body into his. Your lips touched and instantly Jisung felt alive. His body craved your touch. His hands gripped your sides as your lips moved together breathing air into his deprived lungs.

“I needed you,” you whisper with your lips brushing his. You might think you need him, but you’ll never fully understand how much he truly needs you and how much he wishes you would let him fully love you.

“I always need you,” he finally speaks.

[vitaefm]

𝑽𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑬𝑭𝑴    ⸻⸻⸻     is a closed,    literate,    oc roleplay based on the world of darkness by white wolf entertainment set in the city of  seoul,    south korea.    vampires stalk the streets,    shielded from view by the six tenets known as  the traditions.    while it is indisputable that they rule over the world of the humans,    among them petty squabbles and ancient blood feuds run rampant.    the two factions of  camarilla    &    anarch  war over philosophy as well as territory,     united only against the savage  sabbat.     as the threat of discovery looms over them,    the kindred of seoul must decide whether peace or conquest is the key to fending off the second inquisition.

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.    plot. rules. world. clans. roles. mobile navigation. 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫.    online    \    offline    \    lurking. 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬.  open for interactions ! 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭.    chapter 1, scene 1: the farewell. 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.    under the cut.

listed below are current reservations. all reservations expire at 10:00 pm pst on the dates listed.

none.

listed below are pending applications.

yi kihyun ( kim taehyung / v ) by poppy. *clan tremere + seneschal ⸻ accepted.

[s4svnn]

Out of bounds . JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; his love subjected you to the true extent of deception, a merciless lie wrapped in the illusion of paradise, until the truth tore it apart - he was always out of bounds.

↳ Jungkook x reader

↳ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: ongoing

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Chapter Two

I stood there, watching him walk away, his leather jacket swaying as he moved through the pit. The arrogance in his posture was undeniable—like he owned the place, like he was untouchable. It stung. But it wasn’t just the sting of his dismissive attitude that bothered me. It was the challenge. He’d thrown it down, and I wasn’t going to let it slip by. I had my own dreams.

I sat in the front line of the crowd. The roar of the engines vibrated through my chest, loud enough to drown out every thought except one—I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Jungkook’s car tore down the track, the sleek black frame cutting through the air with precision. His name glinted on the side, bold and unapologetic, just like him. Lap after lap, he dominated the track, weaving through the competition with a grace that made it look effortless.

But it wasn’t just his skill that had me frozen at the edge of the grandstand. It was the way he handled the car—like it was an extension of him, bending to his every command. Aggressive but controlled. Calculated but reckless. It was the kind of driving that didn’t just win races; it left people breathless.

I gripped the rail in front of me, my knuckles turning white as he sped into the final lap. The crowd was electric, their cheers blending into the thunder of engines. He was in the lead, but the gap was closing, another car pushing hard behind him. “Come on,” I whispered under my breath, surprised at the edge of desperation in my voice. And then, as if he’d heard me, Jungkook made his move.

He shot into the final turn, tires screeching, and left his rival in the dust. The checkered flag waved as he crossed the finish line, the crowd erupting in deafening applause. He’d done it. First place. I didn’t even realise I was smiling until the noise started to fade and I caught sight of him stepping out of the car. Jungkook pulled off his helmet, shaking out his dark hair, damp with sweat, and ran a hand through it. Even from this distance, I could see the sharpness of his jawline, the smirk tugging at his lips as the cameras swarmed him. He didn’t look tired. He looked like he was exactly where he was meant to be—on top.

I told myself I was studying him—watching how he carried himself, how the crowd ate up every glance and grin he threw their way. But the truth was harder to swallow. I couldn’t look away because something about him demanded my attention, like gravity pulling me in no matter how hard I resisted. And then, just when I thought he was too absorbed in his victory to notice me, his eyes found mine.

It was only for a second, but it hit me like a punch to the gut. He wasn’t smiling anymore. Not in the way he had been for the cameras. This one was sharper—cockier. Like he knew exactly what seeing him win had done to me. Like he knew I was watching him too closely. I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening, but before I could even process what had just happened, she appeared. Blonde. Tall. Perfect.

She pushed through the crowd like she belonged there, her red lips curling into a seductive smile as she threw her arms around his neck. And just like that, Jungkook’s hands slid down her back, one stopping low—too low. I couldn’t hear what she said, but whatever it was, it made him laugh. And then she kissed him—deep and slow, like she’d done it a hundred times before. The crowd loved it, the image of their golden boy and his perfect girl. The cameras flashed, capturing every angle, and Jungkook didn’t stop her. He didn’t even hesitate.

My stomach twisted, and I hated myself for it. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter.

I wasn’t here for him. I wasn’t like the girls throwing themselves at him from behind the barriers, screaming his name. I was here to prove myself, to make a name that didn’t depend on anyone else—not even him. But as I stood there, watching him pull away from the kiss just long enough to murmur something in her ear that made her laugh, I couldn’t ignore the bitterness clawing its way up my throat.

He knew I was watching. And he didn’t care.

No—he wanted me to see. It was a reminder. A warning. This is who I am, it seemed to say. Don’t pretend you’re any different.

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3 hours had passed. The garages were mostly empty now, the hum of engines replaced by the faint murmur of tools being packed away and distant chatter. I’d come back after the race to watch the crews strip down the cars, take notes on their adjustments, and maybe—just maybe—get another look at Jungkook’s machine. It wasn’t obsession. It was research.

At least, that’s what I told myself. But when I turned a corner and saw him leaning against the wall near his car, cigarette pinched between his fingers and a streak of grease smudged along his forearm, I froze. Of course he’d be here. Where else would he go after the race? Jungkook spotted me almost instantly. For a moment, he said nothing, just let his gaze drag over me like he was deciding whether or not I was worth acknowledging. Then, slowly, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips—the same infuriating expression he’d worn earlier. “You lost?” he asked, his voice low and lazy, like he wasn’t even trying to hide the amusement in it.

I squared my shoulders. “I was looking at the cars.” “Sure you were.” He took a drag from his cigarette, the faint scent of tobacco curling through the air. “Or were you looking for me?” The way he said it—so casual, so confident—made my stomach tighten in a way I hated. But I didn’t flinch. “You’re not that interesting,” I shot back, but the words felt hollow even as I said them.

He pushed off the wall, closing the distance between us in three slow, deliberate steps. I held my ground, even when he stopped close enough that I could smell the mix of tobacco and musk on him again, even closer this time. “Not interesting?” he repeated, his voice dropping lower. “That’s funny. Because you keep showing up.” My breath hitched. He was too close now, and he knew it. “You think I’m here for you?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady.

Jungkook leaned in, his lips twitching like he was holding back a laugh. “I think,” he murmured, “you like the way I make you nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“You sure about that?”

And then, before I could step away, he reached out and caught a strand of my hair between his fingers. He twirled it, slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. My breath quickened, heat creeping up my neck. I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve slapped his hand away, told him off, done something to break the tension, but instead, I stood there frozen—trapped in the moment as if daring him to keep going.

He leaned in even closer, so close I could feel his breath against my skin. My pulse was racing now, and for the briefest second, I thought he might actually kiss me. But then he laughed—low and sharp, like he’d been playing a game I hadn’t even realised I’d entered. He let my hair slip through his fingers, stepping back just enough to leave space between us.

“Not so different after all,” he said, amusement flickering in his eyes.

I blinked. “What?”

“You’re just like the rest of them,” Jungkook said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “The wide-eyed girls who follow me around, thinking they’re special. Thinking they’ll stand out.” I felt the words like a slap, but I didn’t let my face show it. “That’s not who I am,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Really?” He tilted his head. “Because right now, you’re looking at me like you’re waiting for something. Like you’re hoping I’ll give you a reason to believe you’re different.” I took a step back this time, putting distance between us before he could close it again.

“You don’t know anything about me.”

He shrugged. “I know enough.”

I wanted to scream, to throw his words back at him, to make him see that I wasn’t like the others. But I didn’t. Because deep down, I knew he was testing me—and if I lost control now, he’d win. So instead, I took a breath, straightened my shoulders, and said, “You’ll see. I’ll prove it to you.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, like he wasn’t sure whether to take me seriously. “You think I care what you prove?” he asked, but there was something in his voice—something almost curious, like part of him wanted to see what I’d do next. I held his gaze. “You will.” And with that, I turned and walked away, my pulse still hammering in my chest. I didn’t stop until I was out of the garage and halfway down the paddock.

Only then did I let out the breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding. My skin still burned where his fingers had brushed my hair. My heart was still racing from the way he’d looked at me—as if he saw right through me, as if he knew exactly how much he’d rattled me.

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:   closed ,   @flvvrkissed .

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭:   reincarnation :))))

❛   do   i         [   ...   ]         know   you   ?   you   seem   so   familiar.   ❜

[theyluvlyss]

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𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 :

idk why some of them have last names and some don't, but if anyone wants to help me find/make up some, I'm open to that :).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

[ask-the-seven-sins]

𝙶𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚢'𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗~! 🍊🩷🪽

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Wanna learn a bit about her? Scroll down! ^^<3

𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬:

𝐆𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝟔'𝟖!!

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭 (𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧) 𝐩𝐢𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲!!

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞/𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡.

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬!

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬!

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬':

𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐭���: She used not to like him, avoiding every situation that involved him due to his loud and angry appearance but after getting to know him later on she doesn't find him as repulsive as she once did.

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𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞: Although they aren't blood related, gluttony has seen pride as a close sister of hers since day one of them meeting. The two hit it off pretty well, sharing similarities and leading gluttony to have a lot of care for the sin of pride.

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𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝: Greed and gluttony were really close when they first started talking, greed was never out much so gluttony took the chances she had with greed to show her around hell. After a while gluttony felt herself getting pretty close to greed but after an incident she distanced herself from greed and they don't talk much anymore.

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𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭: Gluttony idolizes lust. She finds lust's confidence inspiring and even though lust is FAR from the ideal influence, gluttony looks up to her a lot and thinks she's very pretty. She aspires to have the confidence and bravery that lust has.

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𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐲: Envy and gluttony first started out as enemies, envy hated gluttony's outgoing and energetic personality especially when she would mess around at envy's cave but they slowly became friends as envy grew used to gluttony, after an incident they found each other having slight similarities and even though they don't speak much gluttony still considers her a friend.

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𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡: Gluttony finds sloth's intelligent and sluggish personality sweet seeing how much sloth cares for the people around them. Gluttony only met sloth recently but values them a lot, she feels like they're one of the few sins who can understand her complicated personality. Helping sloth out in medbay, she values their time together and tries to help out as best she can.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝐆𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞-𝐮𝐩.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 /𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐢𝐦𝐩-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐩.

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬.

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----Psssst she likes girls🫨