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So howâs ride kamens going for you as I just pulled my self together long enough to read the other half of the current main story
I've been working on catching up on the event stories since they announced the upcoming main story update! (I totally bombed the last few events...they're so fast-paced and I just didn't have time...đ)
and then of course they went and dropped THIS on us today
(you don't understand, I LOVE Tajador and I already love the two blurry frames they've given us of non-silhouetted Kelka, I'm ready to absolutely lose my shit come the announcement/reveal(?) stream on Thursday --)
#art#ride kamens#ride kamens spoilers#october is officially NEW BOY MONTH#month of BOYS#i had suspected we were going to be getting some new guys eventually because. well. gacha.#but it's HAPPENING and oh my WHAT a strong start#me checking twitter and immediately turning into the beyonce meme: TAJADOR?!#hold on i'm contractually obligated to do the jingle#đ¶ TAAAAAAJAAAAAAADOOOOORU đ¶#flashback to during the initial run of reveals when my sister was guessing ankh for every one because 'eventually it'll be right'#i can't believe it came true. i'm so happy#ugh i need to either grind out more seals for keys or see if anyone's uploaded the stories#i mean it's prooooobably not necessary to understand the main story but. i want to be fully prepared.#and i'm still a little salty about missing out on both birthday agata AND radical rollerbladin' araki#how dare they do this to me when i have DEADLINES >:(#...anyway get hype for part 2!!!!!#i hope we get powerup forms! just pile more stuff on top of these guys and watch them gently topple over#i still think leon should be allowed to henshin but. y'know. maybe as a big finale.#he will save us with the power of friendship and fresh-baked cookies
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Me, reading this fic:
I ran out of tags! đ„Č Itâs been so fun to read your work! đ„° Especially of the certified Best Boyâąïž
I canât wait to read more đ
Dance with me? (Roronoa Zoro x f!reader)
Summary: you try to convince Zoro to dance to a slow song with you.
A/n: okay so i love dancing. And i love Zoro. So i thought: why not have Zoro dancing?! And then this idea came out đ€Ł it's kinda short, just cause i wanted to write down this scenario ajskajakja i hope you like it though đ©· this was slightly inspired by Selena Gomez's Body Heat. This song isn't as slow as the song i imagine them dancing to in the fic but the lyrics fit sooo well đ€ also let's pretend there's a band playing at the Baratie lmaooo
Warnings: drinking, swearing, maybe ooc Zoro (i just had to get this man dancing yk ajskajksja)
"We're connected by the sun
And all of the stars above
You melt me and my body feels no shame
And I don't care tonight
If it burns too bright
'Cause, baby, that's why I came"
You were at the Baratie celebrating after very a successful mission!
Luffy and Usopp were inside eating as much as they could (like always lol) and you were outside watching the band play and the people dance.
Sitting with you and sharing drinks, there were your best friend Nami and your crush Roronoa Zoro.
Yep, you were crushing on the moss haired swordsman ever since you joined the straw hats.
You thought about confessing to him several times, but you were really afraid of being rejected and making things awkward at the Going Merry. No, you couldn't risk that, not when you loved your crew that much.
What you didn't know is that the pretty swordsman felt exactly the same, even though he tried to fight that feeling everytime you flashed your beautiful smile at him.
yeah two idiots secretly in love with each other oh well ajskajskaj
The three of you were just relaxing and drinking when the band started playing one of your favorite songs. It was a slow and romantic song that touched deep into your heart.
- oh my gosh, i love this song - you closed your eyes and started swaying to the beat. It felt wonderful.
You weren't sure if it was the alcohol making you brave or if you just couldn't stand hiding your feelings anymore, but you turned to face Zoro and you were so certain of what you were saying even he was a bit surprised.
- come on, dance with me - you said, very sure of your words.
- what? No. I don't do "dancing", (Y/N). - Zoro replied, crossing his arms and looking away, knowing very well that if he kept looking at your beautiful eyes he was going to give in at some point.
- please, it's just one song... i can lead you - you said almost pleading.
You approached him and put your small hand on his strong arm (yep, the alcohol definitely was making you brave). That's when he couldn't resist anymore and turned to look at you.
- please, Zoro... for me?
The way you said that and tilted your head slightly to the side made Zoro feel something deep inside of him he never had felt before. How could he say no to you?
He rolled his eyes:
- okay, okay... but just one song. Make it quick.
You were so happy you nearly jumped out of your seat.
- yay!! It'll be short, i promise. Let's go! - you said clapping and happily standing up.
He got up too and you grabbed his hand to lead him to the dance area. Yes, you just grabbed the Roronoa Zoro's hand and pulled him with you. Maybe it weren't the drinks, maybe you were just really determined to be with him ajskajskaj
When you got there, you started giving him the directions.
- okay, you have to put your hands here - you grabbed both his hands and placed them on your waist. The touch was so soft and intimate it made your whole skin tingle - and i go here - you placed your arms around his neck.
You could feel he was still a bit suspicious about the whole thing for how tense his muscles felt, but you decided you were going to make that a good time for both of you.
- hey, you're tense - you said softly - just... relax, okay? I know it may seem scary but dancing is supposed to be fun. You don't have to be a pro to enjoy it, just... feel it. It's just you and I having a good time together. No pressure at all.
Little did you know Zoro wasn't feeling nervous because of the dancing. Well, maybe a bit (he had never done that before ajskajskaj), but it wasn't the main reason.
He was nervous for being that close to you. God knows what he could do being so close to the girl he had been crushing on for so long.
You ran your hands through his shoulders and arms, trying to calm him down and feeling his strong muscles slowly relaxing under your touch.
- now you just focus on the beat and move along. When i move right, you move right. When i go back, you go forward. Just... feel it and enjoy - you said kindly and you started moving with the song.
You both moved smoothly through the dance floor and it felt amazing.
- see, it's not that hard. I'm sure you've faced bigger challenges than this one, pirate hunter - you emphasized these two words in a mocking way.
That made him chuckle and look down, feeling a bit shy.
Yes! You made him laugh đ€© you loved knowing you were the one to create such cute sight.
On the other hand: fuck, you made him laugh đ everytime he smiled it made you weak on your knees and you couldn't even think straight.
That's when you closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest, while you both just moved along to the beat. It was such a blissful moment, dancing to a song you loved and sharing it with a person you loved too.
Being there with him, enjoying the beat, feeling safe in Zoro's arms... you felt like you could live in that moment forever.
When you lifted your head and looked into his eyes again, it was like the rest of the world disappeared. There was just the two of you, holding each other and sharing loving looks.
You were so close and you could feel his eyes staring at your lips. You took that as a sign.
You cupped his cheek and slowly went in for a kiss.
Was that really happening?! You wanted to pinch yourself to check if all of that wasn't actually another delulu dream of yours.
But it was real. You could feel it.
The kiss was soft and sweet, but also full of emotion.
When you parted you were blushing madly so you just hid your face on his chest again and went back to dancing. This time you could feel he laid his head on top of yours too and that made your heart so warm. And that's because you didn't know he was enjoying it so much he had his eyes closed too, or else you would have exploded.
You knew at some point later you and Zoro would have to discuss feelings and stuff, but at that moment all that mattered was enjoying now.
You stayed like that for another few seconds until the song ended and everyone started clapping at the band. You and Zoro parted and smiled at each other. crap there was that pretty smile again
- see, you nailed it! - you said playfully punching him - thank you for coming with me, it was so nice. And i kept my promise, short and quick - you chuckled.
- yeah... now i kinda wish it lasted longer though - he said trying to look away to hide the small blush that was on his cheeks. Now besides smiling!Zoro, you also had him blushing?! It was definitely a dream.
You hooked your arm in his and led him out the dance area.
When you were going back to your seats, you saw Nami staring at you with a smug face. Damn, was she watching the whole thing?! Prepare for teasing in 3, 2...
- what a show, huh? - Nami said smirking and raising her eyebrows.
- shut up, Nami - Zoro said nonchalantly as he sat down and crossed his arms again, with that "100% done" face of his to try to hide the faint blush that was still on his cheeks.
You just chuckled and sat down for another drink, still feeling the bliss of that amazing moment you had just lived.
And you know what, the night was just beginning. Who knows what else could happen đ
"Let's go all night
Just you and me
If you're the flame, I'm kerosene"
#I am obsessed with how you add those little authors asides! thatâs so great! đđ€Ł#also you KNOW I love a good lyric so I went immediately to the song! đđ#and now Iâm like đ OH đ PLEASE đ#So is it this theyâre dancing too because I first was like /slow dance?/ and now Iâm like /holllld up!/ đ#also can I just - the bar is such a great touch anyway - so you KNOW itâs the perfect setting for this đđđ#I understand the fear though - can you imagine confessing and then having to spend alllll your time on the ship with him after?#just throw me into the sea! đ
ââïž#(note me rereading it is a slow dance but also now Iâm thinking about them dancing to Body Heat so here we are! đ)#well Iâm glad some Dutch courage helped with the issue of neither of them wanting to confess to each other đ#Zoro out here trying to convince *himself* that this isnât something he wants⊠just dance man!#breaking straight away like the softie he is internally đ I see you Zoro I see you! she cute go get her!!#/please Zoro⊠for me?/ (someone got their tactics from Luffy!)#I love that heâs just kinda tense and nervous and not absolutely protesting this đ„č just a good boy (but a nervous one!!!)#but her softly trying to help him through what she thought he was nervous about? đ„ș the cutest! so sweet! đ„ș#the idea of giving Zoro directions and him getting them correct? funny! but also yeah what an excuse to hold him to make sure he DOES! đ#I read her saying /Pirate Hunter/ the way he does it in episode one đ I LOVE the idea of her playing it back to him like that! đ#girl is about to pass out when he laughs? Same girl same đł#Iâm OBSESSED with her placing her head on his chest and he just⊠accepts it. AGH! the GOODEST boy! please đđ#ASDFGHJKL-! you two did not just kiss and then go right back to dancing like youââ AGHhH!!#oh I am SO SOFT! his head resting on hers? đ I want that for meeeee-!#I just love how chilled this situation is⊠theyâre just letting it be without a big feelings conversation? đ#itâs a moment that doesnât need the words - those *are* for later!#I also love that afterward SHE takes it back to their original conversation about dancing and thanks him for dancing with her đ#AND compliments him! like thereâs no awkward itâs a really great little /we donât have to talk about the heavy stuff we can just keep this..#âŠfun for now!/ and itâs PERFECT đ#then heâs like /actually I wanted to continue/ please - boy stop! my heart can only take so much from you!/#Nami: đ¶ I can see whatâs happening đ¶#lmao him just telling her to shut up! on brand! đ€Ł but also we see you blushing Zoro! we see you!!#actually I think sheâd be the best and WORST wing woman ever - that girl is gonna tease them massively but also ship it a little⊠a lot!#If the night is so young Zoro you can totally go dance again! đ
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Further, Faster, Harder.
word count: 7,747
warning âŒïž: a LOT of smut (multiple positions), biiiigggggg age gap (20 years)
paring: boyfriend lewis x black female reader
summary: Lewis wanted to make you feel extra special on your (shared) special day.
note: this is a long one yall, but lewis and i are the same zodiac so i wrote a little đ¶birthday sexđ¶ fic. he just so happens to be almost exactly 20 years older than me and apparently i like old men so i couldnât pass this up! i hope you all enjoy, and ofc tell me what you think ;)
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The low, throaty purr of an all-black Ferrari SF90 Stradale echoed through the crisp January evening as you glanced out the passenger window. The car felt alive beneath you, its engine a symphony of power that hummed through the leather seats. The London skyline shimmered ahead, a sea of lights that seemed to stretch endlessly, while the glow of the dashboard bathed the sleek interior in an ambient red hue. Despite the chill in the air outside, warmth bubbled in your chest. It was your birthdayâyour mutual birthdayâa twist of fate that had felt oddly serendipitous from the moment you and Lewis first discovered it.
He shifted gears with practiced ease, his hand briefly brushing the edge of your thigh. âSoâ he began, his voice smooth and teasing, âdid you really think Iâd let us spend our day any other way?â
You snorted, pulling the caramel-hued coat tighter around you, not for warmth but because his presence always seemed to steal the air. âOh, absolutely not. I fully expected flashy cars, a private dinner, and you tryingâvery unsuccessfully, might I addâto outshine my birthday with yours.â
Lewis let out a low, rich laugh that filled the car, his dimple appearing in the dim light as he stole a quick glance at you. âPlease. Letâs not pretend itâs a competition. Everyone knows the better Capricorn here its obvious.â
You raised an eyebrow, biting back a grin. âObvious? Thatâs a bold claim for someone who just hit 40. Youâre practically ancient now.â
He shot you a mock-offended look, his British accent sharpening with playfulness. âAncient? Fortyâs the peak of my prime. Havenât you heard? Iâm like fine wine.â
âYeah, fine wine thatâs been aged a bit too longâ you teased, your laughter dancing through the space between you.
âChillâ he warned, a wicked smile tugging at his lips as he smoothly turned a corner, the Ferrari responding like a predator stalking the night. âThis ancient man just might leave you walking home.â
âWalking home? In this coat?â You gestured dramatically at your outfit. âYouâd be doing London a favor. People need to see me.â
âTrueâ he admitted, his grin widening. âYou do look stunning. But I think we both know youâd rather freeze than miss this ride.â
You leaned back in the plush seat, letting your fingers trail over the soft leather armrest. âI donât know. Your little Ferrari phase mightâve won me over. For now.â
He let out a sharp laugh. âLittle Ferrari phase? Tell that to the teamâtheyâd love that description.â
The playful banter carried you through the streets until the car finally pulled to a stop in front of a riverside restaurant that practically screamed elegance.
Inside, the restaurant felt like stepping into another world. The glow of candlelight flickered against the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows that danced on the polished hardwood floors. The Thames flowed serenely outside, its reflection catching the cityâs twinkling lights.
The maĂźtre dâ greeted you both with warmth, though his polite smile lingered on Lewis just a little too long for your liking. You shot him a knowing glance, which Lewis met with a raised brow and an amused smirk, as if to say, Youâre jealous.
âOnly the best for the birthday queenâ Lewis declared as he pulled out your chair, his voice dipped in that velvety British lilt that always made your stomach flutter.
You tilted your head at him, feigning disappointment. âAnd here I was thinking youâd forgotten the tiara.â
He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, âNot forgotten. Just saving the best for later.â
The dinner unfolded like a dream. Each dish was a masterpiece, from the perfectly seared scallops to the rich, velvety dessert that melted on your tongue. The wine was as smooth as the conversation, which flowed effortlessly between the two of you, laced with wit and the kind of intimacy that could only come from two people who knew each other down to the smallest detail.
âSeriously, thoughâ you said, swirling the last of your wine in the glass. âHow does it feel being forty? Do you get senior discounts now?â
Lewis set down his fork, leaning back in his chair with an amused glint in his eye. âIâll have you know Iâm still younger at heart than you. But if senior discounts include free wine, I might consider it.â
You chuckled, shaking your head. âFree wine or not, youâre officially in âbee keeperâ territory now.â
âAnd yet here you areâ he shot back, his tone sly as he rested his chin on his hand, âcelebrating your big 2-0 with me. What does that say about your taste, love?â
You bit your lip to stifle a laugh. âThat I have a thing for men with ridiculous levels of confidence.â
âRidiculous confidence is just another way of saying Iâve got good reason.â
Somewhere between dessert and the end of the second bottle of wine, Lewis leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. âYou know, Iâve never spent a birthday like this before.â
You raised a brow. âWhat, you mean being roasted by someone half your age?â
âNoâ he said with a soft laugh, his gaze locking with yours. âI mean, spending it with someone who makes it unforgettable.â
Heat crept up your neck as the words settled over you. For once, you were grateful for the low lighting, knowing heâd catch the blush on your face if the room were any brighter. âYouâve got good lines, Hamilton. Iâll give you that.â
He smirked, his dimple reappearing. âAnd here you thought I was ancient.â
The drive back to his place was quieter now, the low hum of the Ferrariâs engine filling the silence as the city lights smeared into a kaleidoscope of golds and whites against the window. You watched the world rush by, your cheek pressed lightly against the cool glass, your mind swirling with the events of the evening. Lewisâs hand rested on the gear shift, his thumb occasionally brushing against your knee, a small but grounding gesture that sent tiny sparks up your spine.
Lewis had a way of making silence feel intimate, like you were sharing a secret only the two of you could understand. Heâd crack the occasional joke, his British accent wrapping around his words in that smooth, teasing way of his, but he also seemed content to just be with you, letting the moment stretch without feeling the need to fill it.
âIâm just sayingâ you broke the silence, a playful lilt in your voice, âyouâve got way too much energy for someone turning 40. Should I be worried youâre one of those guys who lies about his age?â
He glanced at you, his lips quirking into a smirk. âLove, if I were lying, donât you think Iâd say Iâm younger? What kind of idiot would round up to 40?â
You bit back a laugh. âFair point. Still, youâve got that youthful glow. Should I be looking for a fountain of youth around here?â
âFunny. I was going to say the same about you,â he quipped, his eyes flicking toward you briefly before returning to the road. âThough I think the real secret is being around me. I have that effect, you know.â
âAh, yesâ you teased, your voice dripping with mock sincerity. âSir Lewis Hamilton, F1 driver, philanthropist, anti-aging elixir. Truly a man of many talents.â
He chuckled, the sound warm and effortless. âDonât forget humble. Thatâs the most important one.â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât hide the grin tugging at your lips. The kind of banter you shared felt as natural as breathing, a testament to how far youâd come in the past year. Last year, youâd been strangers, exchanging polite birthday messages in a group chat. Now, almost a year into your relationship, celebrating this day together felt nothing short of surreal.
When the car finally pulled into his buildingâs private garage, you followed him up to his penthouse. As soon as you stepped inside, the soft scent of amber and cedarwood and cinnamon greeted you, enveloping you like a warm hug. The space was immaculate but still inviting, every detail reflecting Lewisâs refined yet cozy taste. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering London skyline, but your attention was drawn to the setup near the fireplace: a nest of plush blankets and pillows, their edges catching the soft glow of the flames, and a small black box wrapped neatly with a satin ribbon sitting in the center.
âPlanning to smother me with luxury tonight?â you teased, slipping off your coat and draping it over a nearby chair.
He shot you a sidelong glance, his lips curling into that signature dimpled smile. âOnly if you let me.â
Crossing the room, he picked up the box and handed it to you with both hands, his tone softening. âHappy birthday.â
You sank down onto the blankets, crossing your legs as you carefully untied the ribbon. The room seemed to hold its breath as you lifted the lid, revealing a delicate gold necklace nestled inside. The pendant was sleek and minimalist, the numbers 2040 shimmering in the firelightâyour ages this year, intertwined in a way that felt both simple and profound.
You ran your fingers over the numbers, the cool metal warming under your touch. âLewisâŠâ Your voice was barely above a whisper as you looked up at him, emotions you couldnât quite name rising in your chest.
He knelt in front of you, his hands steady as he unclasped the necklace. âI wanted you to have something to remember this year byâ he murmured, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. âOur first birthday together. The first of many, hopefully.â
The necklace was cool against your skin as he fastened it around your neck, his fingers brushing against the nape of your neck in a way that sent a shiver through you.
âCheesyâ you managed to say, though your voice wavered slightly. âReally cheesy.â
He leaned back, a slow, confident smile spreading across his face. âYou love it.â
âMaybeâ you admitted, your lips curving into a soft smile. âYouâre still ridiculous, though. You know that, right?â
He tilted his head, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âOnly for you, love. Only for you.â
And in that moment, as the firelight danced across his features and the weight of the necklace settled warmly against your chest, you knew this was a birthday youâd never forget.
The crackle of the fire filled the space as silence stretched between you, comfortable and unspoken. He reached out, his fingers brushing along your cheek with a tenderness that made your breath catch. The air between you felt charged, thick with something unnameable yet impossible to ignore. He didnât speak, but his gaze said everything. It was the kind of look that promised a night youâd carry with you long after the embers of the fire died out.
Wordlessly, he offered you his hand, pulling you to your feet. Your bodies moved in sync, a slow dance as he guided you away from the cozy setup near the fireplace. The city lights spilled across the polished floors of the penthouse, casting soft, flickering reflections. The world outside felt miles away, as if time had bent itself around the two of you, creating a space that existed only for this moment.
When you reached the edge of the couch, he paused, his hand slipping from yours to settle lightly on your waist. The tension between you buzzed like a live wire, your breaths shallow and synchronized as you stood inches apart. He reached up, his thumb brushing against the gold pendant resting at your collarbone.
âThis suits youâ he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, deep and velvety.
You tilted your head, meeting his eyes. âYouâre biasedâ you teased softly, though the words came out shakier than youâd intended.
His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. âDamn right I amâ he said, his fingers trailing from the necklace to the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.
And then, finally, he kissed you
The first kiss was thoughtful, like he was savoring every second of you. His lips were warm, soft, yet firm in their intent, coaxing a response that set your nerves alight. The faint taste of wine lingered on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck while the other settled firmly on your waist.
When he pulled back just enough to look at you, your lips tingled from the contact. The smirk that spread across your face was full of mischief, your eyes glittering in the dim light. âYou knowâ you began, your voice sultry but teasing, âIâve never had birthday sex with an old man before.â
Lewis stilled for half a second, then let out a deep, throaty chuckle, his dimple flashing in a way that made your pulse skip. âOld man?â he repeated, his voice dripping with mock indignation. âYouâre really leaning into this, arenât you?â
You tilted your head, feigning innocence. âI mean, fortyâs practically dinosaur age. Should I grab your reading glasses before we get started?â
The laugh that followed was low and dangerous, his grip on your waist tightening as he tugged you flush against him. âKeep that up y/nâ he murmured, his tone dropping to a husky rasp that sent a shiver down your spine, âthis so-called old man is about to ruin you.â
Your grin widened, your fingers trailing along the line of his jaw. âBold words for someone whoâs practically collecting a pension.â
He responded without hesitation, his lips brushing against your ear as his voice dipped even lower. âYouâre about to love this âold man dickâ sweetheart.â
You laughed a bit then your breath hitched in your throat, your teasing façade faltering for a split second. Before you could come up with a retort, he claimed your mouth again, the kiss harder this time, more insistent. His hands explored your body with a practiced precision that made your skin hum in anticipation.
When he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. âPretty strong for a grandpaâ you teased breathlessly, but your voice cracked with laughter as he spun you around, his mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the curve of your neck.
âYou talk a big gameâ he shot back, his words muffled against your skin, âbut letâs see if you can handle meâ
By the time he carried you into the bedroom, the world beyond those walls didnât exist. The room was bathed in soft streaks of silver light from the city below, the faint hum of life outside muffled by the thick glass of the windows. But the only thing you were aware of was himâthe heat radiating from his body, the controlled strength in his movements, the way his touch left trails of fire wherever his hands and lips explored.
The bed was impossibly soft beneath you, though you barely noticed as he leaned over you, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that stole your breath. His hands moved with a tantalizing slowness, fingers skimming along the hem of your dress before sliding it up, inch by inch, until you felt the cool air against your skin.
âYou look stunningâ he murmured, his voice reverent but laced with heat as his eyes roamed over you. âBetter than I deserve, really.â
You arched a brow, your lips curving into a smirk. âGlad youâre finally admitting it.â
He let out another low chuckle, the sound vibrating through you as his mouth found the sensitive spot just below your ear. âSmart mouthâ he murmured, his voice dark and teasing. âLetâs see how long you can keep that up.â
And just like that, words became irrelevant. The moments following were a blur of heat and sensation, a symphony of whispered confessions and breathless laughter that gave way to moans and the sound of tangled sheets. You both lay on the bed bare and craving each other beyond measure. His fingers traced a feather-light path down your collarbone, causing you to shiver despite the lingering warmth between you. He followed that trail with his lips, kissing each spot softly before moving lower. You arched into him, your nails raking gently across his back as his mouth found the sensitive curve of your breast.
His touch was both commanding and tender, guiding you with a confidence that left no doubt he knew exactly how to unravel you. His tongue swirled around your nipple, the teasing flick a jolt of electricity straight to your core. A gasp escaped you, your fingers tangling in his braided hair as he lavished the tender bud with attention. His hand mirrored the action on your other breast, kneading with just the right amount of pressure.
As he continued his sensual care on your breasts, his other hand wandered lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. His fingers parted your folds, stroking through your slick heat with agonizing slowness. You moan in relief as you finally felt the touch in the place youâve been wanting all night.
"Shit y/n youâre so wet for me alreadyâ he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and ragged. His fingers continued their teasing rhythm, circling your clit but never quite touching it directly. The taunting motion had your hips lifting helplessly, searching for more contact. âGotta give my best for my birthday boyâ you say with a teasing smile on your face
"Mmm, seems like someone's eager tonight" he teased breathlessly, your fingers tightening their grip in his hair. Arching again, you pressed harder against his teasing fingertips, desperate for relief. "Well stop teasing and fuck me already" you demanded, your voice thick with desire.
A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest as he broke away from your breasts, his eyes meeting yours with an intense, knowing gaze. "How dare you talk to the birthday boy like that?â he chuckled mocking you, finally pressing directly against your clit, making you gasp. "I have plans for you though. I canât let you get away with making fun of all night baby.â
"And what plans would those be?" you managed to ask between panting breaths, your body winding tighter with each skilled movement of his fingers. He didn't answer with words, instead capturing your mouth in a searing kiss as his fingers continued their expert dance.
His tongue slid against yours in a mimicking what his fingers were doing below, making you moan into his mouth. Then, suddenly, he slid two of his thick, tattooed fingers deep inside you, his thumb still circling your clit.
The dual sensations had your back arching off the bed, breaking the kiss as you let out a loud moan. The feeling making you almost salivate "Oh godâ you gasped, your body clenching around his fingers, desperate for more. "MoreâŠâ you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders. "I need more..."
He complied with a wicked grin, pumping his fingers faster and harder, the wet sounds of your pussy filling the air as he drove you closer to the edge. "Like this baby?" he growled, his forehead pressed against yours.
"Yesâ you exhaled, your body trembling as he hit that perfect spot inside you. The wet sounds of your arousal turing you on more, âif that was even possible â your body craved even more of him. "Uuh but It's not enoughâ you wailed, writhing beneath him. "I need you, not your fingersâ you say grabbing his shoulder. He chuckled darkly, slowly pulling his fingers out.
He didnât make you wait another second, his movements efficient as he stripped away the last barriers between your bodies. Each piece of clothing fell to the floor in a whisper, leaving him bare before youâa vision of strength and heat. His hands returned to your thighs, firm but tender as he guided them around his waist, his touch igniting sparks across your skin.
The anticipation was almost unbearable, the space between you charged with unspoken hunger. His body hovered over yours, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that left you breathless. He softly brushed his hands along your thighs, lined himself up with you, his thick length brushing against your dripping entrance, teasing you with the promise of what was to come.
When he finally thrusts forward, the world seemed to shift. One powerful motion had him burying himself inside you, stretching you in a way that stole your breath. Your back arched instinctively, your body surrendering to the sensation of being completely filled. The exquisite pressure was both overwhelming and perfect, a mix of fullness and connection that sent shockwaves rippling through you.
âThis better?â he rasped, his voice thick and gravelly, the sound vibrating through your chest. His hands gripped your hips, grounding you as he pulled back just enough to make you ache for more, only to stroke back in with a slow pace that left you trembling.
A choked moan escaped your lips, your fingers clutching at his shoulders as you tried to steady yourself against the onslaught of sensation. âOh yesâ you breathed, your voice barely a whisper, but the desperate edge in it said everything.
Lewis tilted his head, a smug grin curling at the corners of his lips as he watched your reaction. âYou feel so good babyâ he murmured, his hips setting a steady rhythm. Each thrust was felt like a piece of heaven, his movements slow enough to let you feel every inch of him, but powerful enough to leave you breathless.
The way he fucked you was relentless, the friction and heat building with every thrust. His body was pressed tightly to yours, his heavy, hot body brushing against your chest with each motion, his breath hot against your neck. The room seemed to shrink until it was just the two of you, wrapped in a haze of heat, desire, and the raw, primal connection that tethered you together.
As he drove deeper, his grip on your hips tightened, his thumbs pressing into your soft skin as if anchoring himself in the moment. âLook at meâ he demanded, his voice low and commanding. âI want you to look at me while I fuck youâ
Your gaze locked with his, the intensity in his dark eyes making your pulse quicken. Every thrust sent ripples of pleasure through you, the rhythm building as he took you higher, each movement precise, unrelenting, and filled with purpose.
âDoes that feel good?â he asked again, his voice rough and laced with amusement as he pushed deeper still, watching the way your body arched to meet his.
âPerfectâ you managed to gasp, your nails raking down his back as he buried himself fully inside you once more.
Your voice broke into a raw, unrestrained scream, your nails carving crescents into the taut muscles of his back. Each thrust sent a wave of sensation through your body, igniting every nerve like a live wire. Lewis gripped you with unrelenting force, his fingers digging into your flesh as though he never wanted to let go. His pace was punishing and purposeful, each stroke a calculated attempt to claim every inch of you.
The slickness of your arousal coated his dick, allowing him to move in and out with sinful ease, his deep, guttural groans echoing your breathless cries. His chest brushed against yours, the heat of his skin matching the fire coursing through your veins. âFeel that?â he rasped into your ear, guiding your hand to you lower abdomen. âYou feel where I am inside you y/n?â You could feel him beating at your insides underneath your hands, leaving you dizzy.
You gasped, your body tightening around him at his words. But then, a bold thought slipped from your lips before you could stop it. âI wanna ride you.â
His movements stilled for a heartbeat, and then a wicked smile curved his lips. âI love it when you take controlâ he murmured, his voice filled with equal parts admiration and desire. Without hesitation, he grabbed your waist and flipped you onto him with fluid ease, his strength sending a thrill down your spine.
Before you could catch your breath, you were astride him, your thighs pressed against his hips as his dick filled you completely. The angle was new, deeper, more intense, and it stole the air from your lungs. His hands found your breasts, warm palms cupping the sensitive curves. His thumbs teased your nipples, the gentle pinch sending shocks of pleasure down your spine.
âGo onâ he said, his eyes dark with need. âShow me what youâve got.â
His words spurred you on, your hands bracing against his chest as you began to move. The muscles beneath your fingers flexed with each thrust as he met your rhythm, his body rising to match every roll of yours. The friction sent waves of heat cascading through you, and the soft, slick sounds of your bodies moving together only added to the intoxicating haze of the moment. You couldnât believe how wet you are, soaking both of the lower extremities with each thrust out.
His hands slid from your breasts to your waist, guiding your movements but leaving you firmly in control. âThere you babyâ he groaned, his voice ragged. âTake your dick. Itâs all yours.â
Your head tipped back as you found your pace, the pleasure building higher with each roll of your hips. Your long hair cascaded down your back, brushing against his hands as they roamed over your curves. His eyes roamed your body, drinking in the sight of you like a man starved.
âDamnâ he muttered, his grip tightening on your waist. âYouâre so fucking sexy like this.â
You smirked, leaning forward just enough for your lips to hover near his ear. âI knowâ you teased and winked, your voice breathy but still laced with confidence.
Lewis chuckled, his hands sliding lower to grip your hips again, the movement sending sparks racing through you. âCocky tonight, huh?â he challenged, him grinding sharply to meet you, making you cry out, shutting you up.
You threw your head back once more, your long hair tumbling in waves down your back, glinting in the dim light as it swayed with your every movement. You rolled your body with an urgency born of desire, rising and falling as you took him deeper than ever before. Each motion sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, a delicious mixture of control and submission as you rode him with abandon.
Lewisâs hands were strong on your waist, his grip possessive as he guided your movements. He met your grinding with powerful thrusts of his own, his body rising from the bed to drive deeper into you, each stroke aimed with precision that left you trembling. The thickness of his dick stretched you in all the right ways, hitting that sweet, devastating spot inside you that made your vision blur.
A whimper escaped your lips, followed by a breathless moan, your sounds blending with the wet, rhythmic noises of your bodies colliding. The heady scent of sweat and sex filled the air, mingling with the sound of his raspy breaths and your own needy cries.
âFasterâ you panted, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.
âFaster?â he repeated, his tone laced with mischief as one large hand left your waist and came down on your ass with a sharp smack. The sting rippled through you, blending seamlessly with the pleasure pulsing in your core, making your lower body jerk forward involuntarily. âYeah babyâ he teased breathlessly, his other hand sliding up your spine, grounding you. âShow me how bad you want it.â
Your body responded instinctively, moving with even greater speed. Your breasts bounced wildly with every rise and fall, catching his dark, hungry eyes as he watched you lose yourself above him.
âAhh yesâ he groaned, his dick throbbing inside you, pulsing in perfect time with the frantic rhythm of your bodies. His forehead glistened with sweat, his curls damp and clinging to his temples as he strained to meet every furious motion of your hips. The connection between you was electric, every nerve alight with pleasure and the sheer power of his presence beneath you.
Another sharp slap landed on your ass, making you gasp and cry out. âFuck, you feel so good like thisâ he muttered, his hand immediately sliding to your lower back, pressing you forward as his other tangled in your hair. With a firm tug, he pulled you down to meet his lips in a bruising kiss.
The moment your mouths collided, the intensity between you flared brighter. His tongue slid against yours, his kiss just as commanding and relentless as the way he filled you. You could taste the taste of your lips on his lips, feel the tension in his jaw as his teeth grazed against your bottom lip, nipping just enough to make you gasp.
The heat of his chest against yours, the strength of his hands controlling your movements, and the way his body seemed to melt perfectly with yoursâall of it was too much and not enough at the same time. The world narrowed to the two of you, the bed creaking beneath your combined weight as you pushed each other further, faster, harder.
âUh- Fuck- Ah-â he groaned against your lips, his voice raw and raspy.
âLook at you, riding your dickâ he rasped, his voice low and raw as he pressed his forehead to yours, his lips brushing against yours with every labored breath. âShitâ curse fell from his lips like a confession, a whisper, the heat in his gaze burning into you.
He continued to fuck you, mirroring your movements to create the ultimate pleasure, thrust for thrust, the relentless rhythm sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. His fingers dug into your hips with such force you could feel the delicious pressure biting into your insides, a possessive mark you knew would linger long after this moment. âHarderâ he growled, his voice thick with need and dominance.
The command sent a spark through you, your body responding instinctively. Letting out a desperate whimper, you adjusted your angle, planting your knees more firmly against the mattress for leverage. You began to slam down on him with every ounce of strength you could muster, taking him deeper with each thrust, the sensation of his dick filling you, driving you wild.
The room filled with the sharp, rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin, a symphony of raw passion that echoed in the air around you. Your cries mixed with his groans, creating a harmony of pleasure that left no space for anything else. His thick length hit all the right spots inside you, the perfect angle making stars burst behind your tightly closed eyelids.
âYeeaahh there you goâ he groaned, his voice a mixture of awe and desperation as his hands tightened their grip on your ass, guiding your movements. âThatâs it baby, just like that.
But then, just when you thought you couldnât take any more, he shifted. With a sudden, fluid movement, he flipped you onto your stomach, his strength effortlessly handling your body like it was meant to be molded beneath his touch. The cool sheets met your flushed skin, contrasting with the fiery heat coursing through your veins.
Pulling your hips up, he positioned you on your knees, presenting your ass to him. A dark, appreciative growl rumbled in his chest as he took in the sight before him. âSuch a perfect viewâ he murmured, his hands roaming over the curve of your ass, spreading you wide as he admired the way your glistening entrance twitched with anticipation.
The moment of teasing felt like an eternity. His dick, still slick and throbbing, brushed against your folds, the tip barely pressing into you before pulling back. Each pass sent a shiver down your spine, the anticipation coiling tightly in your core.
âLewisâ you breathed sound a plea that you couldnât hold back. Your voice trembling with need, and murmured as your face a pressed into the mattress.
He chuckled darkly, his hands gripping your back firmly as he finally aligned himself with you. âI know baby. Iâve got you.â
âYou feel so fucking goodâ he groaned, his voice thick with need as he pulled back slowly, only to slam back into you with even more force.
His strong hands grounding you as he pulled you closer, guiding the rhythm of your bodies. The new angle shifted something deep inside you, igniting a fire that spread through every nerve. Each powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating through your body, leaving you breathless and trembling.
The mattress beneath you dipped with every movement, your breasts brushing against the soft fabric as if it, too, responded to the intensity between you. Your fingers fisted the sheets in desperation, the cool texture a stark contrast to the heat building between your entwined bodies. The air was thick with the sounds of your connection. You reached your hand behind you to touch him, and feel even more connected as he filled you completely, over and over again.
Your cries of pleasure filled the room, bouncing off the walls and blending with the raw rhythm of your bodies. Each powerful thrust sent a jolt of electricity through you, the intensity building with every movement. The warmth of his body against yours, the sound of his ragged breathing, and the unrelenting pace all combined to set your senses alight.
âYes, just like thatâ you gasped, your voice trembling with urgency as your body tightened around him, instinctively pulling him deeper. The delicious pressure and friction threatened to make you cum then and there, a tantalizing ache pooling in your core as you teetered on the edge of release. The sheer intimacy of the moment wrapped around you, pushing you closer to the brink with every heartbeat.
His hand slid around to find your most sensitive clit, his fingers skillfully matching the rhythm of his relentless movements. The instant he touched you, a surge of pleasure shot through your body, your breath catching as the tension within you coiled tighter. The precise pressure and timing were too much to bear, every nerve alive and burning with sensation.
The world seemed to fall away as you tipped over the edge, a wave of pure ecstasy crashing over you. Your body shaking uncontrollably, your inner walls clenching and pulsing around him in perfect harmony with the pleasure consuming you. He didnât falter, fucking you fiercely, extending your orgasm, his movements guiding you through every second of the overwhelming climax.
His release finally hit, a deep groan tearing from his chest as he buried himself to the hilt, flooding your insides with his warmth. The sensation of him pulsing inside you sent a shiver down your spine, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your own climax. Slowly, he collapsed on top of you, his weight settling over you like a comforting blanket, grounding you in the moment.
His breaths were hot and heavy against your neck, his lips brushing your skin with every exhale. He nuzzled closer, his arms curling around you protectively as though he couldnât bear to let go. âThatâs my favorite position you knowâ he murmured, his voice low and husky, tinged with the remnants of his pleasure.
You chuckled softly, your fingers threading through his damp hair. âI figured. You get a pretty nice view from back there.â
He grinned against your skin, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. But then he paused, his hands beginning to roam over your curves with a possessive, thoughtful touch. His fingers traced the dip of your waist, and the swell of your hips.
âI thinkâ he started, his voice trailing off as he shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at you. His gaze was soft but smoldering, a wicked gleam dancing in his dark eyes. âI think we need to try something new.â
You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. âOh? Youâve already got me questioning my ability to walk tomorrow, and now you want to add something else to the mix?â
His laugh was low and rich as he sat up, pulling you along with him. The ease with which he maneuvered your body made your heart race, and before you knew it, you were straddling his lap, your arms looping instinctively around his neck. His large hands settled on your waist, pulling you flush against him so that your bare skin pressed together.
âHave you ever done reverse cowgirl?â he asked, his tone deceptively casual, though the intensity in his gaze gave away his excitement.
You hesitated, the memory of past attempts flickering in your mind. âYesâ you admitted, your voice softer now, âbut I didnât like it before.â You avoided his eyes momentarily, not wanting to disappoint him.
His thumb brushed soothing circles over your side, his touch gentle as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. âBut you havenât tried it with meâ he said, his voice warm and confident, laced with a promise you couldnât ignore. âTrust me, itâll feel good. After Iâm inside you, lean forward and grab my ankles, okay?â
His reassuring tone made you relax, the corners of your mouth lifting in a small, trusting smile. âThat sounds kind of funny,â you teased lightly, âbut I trust you, so I guess we can try it.â
He grinned, leaning in to kiss you deeply, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt. As his lips moved against yours, his hands slid down to grip your body, the promise of something exciting lingering in the air between you.
With a sudden, fluid motion, he shifted your body effortlessly, turning you until you were straddling him in reverse cowgirl. Your knees sank into the soft mattress as you leaned forward, just as he instructed, your fingers brushing his ankles for balance. The new position stretched your muscles in an unfamiliar but exhilarating way, your body arching beautifully as you adjusted.
âGood babyâ he purred, his voice molten as his hands slid up your thighs, his fingers sprawled out. His grip was firm yet gentle, guiding your movements with unspoken confidence. âIâm gonna make you feel so good.â
His words sent a shiver down your spine, heat pooling low in your belly as you began to move, rocking your hips experimentally. The sensation of his dick filling you from this angle was differentâintense, consuming, and deeply satisfying. You could feel every vein, ridge and curve. Slowly at first, you rose and sank onto him, each downward thrust drawing a low, guttural sound from his throat.
From behind, he had the perfect view, and he was mesmerized. His eyes rolled over the curve of your spine, the way your hair spilled down your back like a silken waterfall, and the hypnotic motion of your pussy taking him in, again and again. âGoddamnâ he murmured, his voice thick with awe and lust, âjust look at you.â
He couldnât help himself, his hands roaming over your waist and back before sliding back to cup the roundness of your ass. He spread your cheeks apart slightly, his thumbs grazing your skin as he watched himself disappear inside you, the sight driving him wild. âFuckâ he groaned, his grip tightening. âYour ass looks incredible like this.â
The raw appreciation in his tone made you move more, confidence growing with every word of praise. You rolled your hips, adjusting the angle to take him even deeper, and the effect was immediate. His sharp inhale and the low curse he muttered sent a thrill through you, spurring you on.
âYou feel so damn goodâ he rasped, his voice rough with desire. His warm hands traveled up to your waist, wrapping around you firmly as he began to meet your movements with upward thrusts, burying himself even harder and deeper. The slick sounds of your bodies moving together filled the room, accompanied by his low groans and your breathy moans.
âFuck fuck fuck â he growled, his voice breaking with raw need. âI canât get enough of this pussy.â His hands returned to your ass, spreading you wider to take him fully, the sight of your stretched entrance swallowing his girthy length repeatedly making his restraint fray. âThis feels so fucking good oh my go-â you moan out, gripping his ankles.
The angle, the intensity, the way his hands guided youâit all combined into a dizzying blend of pleasure that left you utterly undone, completely lost in the rhythm you shared. His words were a heady mix of filth and reverence, fueling the fire building deep within you.
He moved with an intensity, his pace quickening as he drove into you hard, each powerful thrust echoing through your body. The rhythmic sound of your bodies meeting filled the room once again, a heady mix of his labored breathing, deep groans of pleasure, and the unmistakable slickness of your shared desire. His grip on your hips tightened possessively, his fingers digging into your skin as if anchoring himself to the moment.
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum so deep inside youâ he growled, his voice rough and low, thick with need. The promise sent a shiver through you, igniting something primal as you moved together, his hips rising to meet each of your movements in perfect synchronization. âKeep going like that, yesâ he commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. âDonât stop until I tell you to.â
Your body obeyed instinctively, the rhythm growing more urgent as the tension between you built. The impact of your bodies meeting sent so much pleasure through you, your chest heaving as your breasts moved with every motion. The heat between you burned hotter, his body taut beneath yours as his control began to stray. You could feel him getting closer with every deep, purposeful thrust, his need pushing you both toward the inevitable.
âTake it all baby. Fuck, I wish you could see how good you look right nowâ he growled, his voice rough with a mix of desire and command. His eyes locked into you as he watched your body move against him, the sight of you bouncing on his dick driving him to the brink of madness. The way your tight walls clenched around him was almost too much, pulling him deeper into a haze of pure, unrelenting need.
He felt your release building, the way your body trembled and tightened betraying just how close you were. âNot yetâ he murmured, his voice strained, though it was as much for himself as it was for you. He was holding on by a thread, the fire in his core threatening to erupt. Truthfully, heâd been on the edge since he got you into this position, but he refused to give in just yet. He wanted to savor every second, knowing there were still so many rounds to come.
He leaned forward slightly, his lips brushing your ear as he rasped, âKeep going Y/n. Donât stop. I know you canâ
The raw command in his tone sent a shiver through you, spurring you on.
His hands moved over your body eagerly, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your sides as if anchoring you to him. He explored every inch of you with reverence and hungerâtracing the curve of your thighs, squeezing your waist, sliding his hands up to press against your stomach as if trying to pull you closer, impossibly close, onto his throbbing dick. His breathing turned ragged, his words dissolving into guttural grunts as he fought to hold back, desperate to let this moment stretch out just a little longer.
Finally, with a raw, loud, groan of pleasure, he gave in to his climax, his body shuddering as his release overtook him. His dick pulsed deep inside you, each wave of ecstasy pouring into your trembling pussy. His arms locked around you with a possessive intensity, holding you firmly in place as he emptied himself into your eagerly waiting depths, refusing to let even an inch of space separate you.
For a moment, time stilled. His chest heaved against your back, his ragged breaths hot against your skin as he stayed buried inside you, savoring the aftershocks of pleasure that rippled through both of you. His grip on your waist softened slightly, shifting into something more tender, his hands brushing over your skin as though grounding himself in the intimacy of the moment.
He pressed his face into your hair, the scent of you pulling a low, satisfied hum from deep in his chest. âDamnâ he murmured softly, his lips grazing the back of your neck as he nuzzled closer. âI fucking love you, Y/N,â he confessed, his voice laced with both affection and raw desire.
His arms remained wrapped around you, holding you close as the heat between you lingered, neither of you willing to break the connection just yet.
Time washed away, each moment blending into the next until you collapsed against his chest, your skin slick with the lingering heat of passion. His arm wrapped around you, his fingers lazily tracing soft circles along your back as you rested your head against him. His heart beat steadily beneath your cheek, a soothing rhythm that grounded you in the aftermath of the whirlwind youâd just shared.
He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and gentle. âBest birthday yet?â you asked, your voice low and slightly drowsy but still tinged with that familiar mischievous edge.
He let out a satisfied hum, nuzzling against him. âDefinitely. Though Iâve decidedânext year, Iâm getting my gift first.â
Your soft laugh rumbled through his chest, and you felt the vibration as much as you heard it. âWeâll see about that, love. You might have to pop a few viagra next year.â
You couldnât help but grin, your eyelids growing heavy as the warmth of his body and the sound of his voice lulled you to the edge of sleep. âViagra or not , now youâre stuck with this old man.â
âAnd I wouldnât have it any other way,â you murmured, your voice a soft promise as he held you close, the city lights casting a gentle glow over the two of you.
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⊠THE BOY IS MINE, O. BEARMAN
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I Want You to Stay (06) | JJK
Pairing:Â Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels; angst, drama, fluff, smut
Chapter (Series) Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk thatâs probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; eventual explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)
Chapter Word count:Â 14.6k
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Status:Â Ongoing
Series summary: Working for Jungkook isnât the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesnât smile, he doesnât appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesnât help that heâs incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. Youâve dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
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A/N:Â We're slowly heading somewhere! Still slow but it's something hehe thank you again for appreciating this piece! đ„° Also... JK in that Vogue outfit with a corsage. YEP.
And as always, my biggest thanks to @wonwoonlight đ„°
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The silence that engulfs Jungkookâs apartment once you enter the following Monday is quite unnerving, as it brings back memories of the last time this happened and a half-naked woman came out of the bedroom and questioned who you were. The gym is empty. Thereâs no other sound of someone typing away or talking on the phone like the few times that you found Jungkook working before you even arrived.
You take a deep breath and decide to just face whoever comes out of these doors until one of them opens and out comes the man himself - alone - dressed in an oversized jumper and sweatpants. He looks like he just got out of bed with his semi-mussed hair - with a little sprout bouncing along as he moves - and groggy eyes, which widen once it registers that youâre here.
âMr. Jeon,â you bow in greeting. âAre you feeling better?â
âA little,â he replies, his deep and gruff voice startling you a little. âWhat do you have there?â
He gestures towards the paper bag youâre holding, and you remember what you decided to bring over.
âUh, chicken noodle soup,â you mutter, somehow suddenly shy. âJust an option for this morning. I wasnât sure if you were still feeling under the weather.â
âI think Iâm just fatigued,â he says. âBut uh, I can have that.â
âYes, sir,â you nod, putting it in a pot to eventually heat.Â
You prepare his suits for the week then prepare his breakfast, pouring yourself a small serving as well. He takes his seat and starts eating, and you glance at him to see his reaction.
âWhere did you get the one from last Saturday?â He asks, his face expressionless.
âFrom a store nearby,â you answer. âI was heading somewhere and your building was on the way.â
âThis tastes better. Where did you get this from?âÂ
âI, uh, I made it,â you say softly, feeling a bit of pride that itâs something he complimented.Â
Thereâs prolonged silence that youâre suddenly nervous about. His eyes remain focused straight ahead while yours constantly flit towards him, partly to gauge if heâll start talking about last weekâs meeting and partly to see his reaction about your dish.
âYou donât have to send or make me food, Ms. Cho,â he finally says, wishing heâd said it with a bit more warmth.Â
But heâs not used to speaking that way, so it comes off as displeasure, as if he doesnât appreciate what youâd done even if thatâs exactly how he feels. Heâs grateful; he just doesnât want another reason to think that you actually care about him.Â
âMy health is my responsibility, not yours,â he adds.
âI, uh⊠I suppose thatâs true,â you say even more softly. âI just thought it would be nice to be given something like this when youâre sick.â
And itâs the truth. During the times you were unwell, Hoseok would remind you to rest or take your medicines; he even bought you vitamins and itâs why taking them became a habit of yours. You barely had the energy to make soup. But after that one time when you braved through an event and Yoongi noticed you feeling under the weather, he took you to a noodle house and ordered extra chicken noodle soup for you to take home. You had it all through the weekend, and though it wasnât like your momâs, it was still something familiar, and it was comfort that you badly needed.
You thought it was something you could extend to Jungkook. You werenât sure if he was spending the weekend at home by himself, but in case he was, you thought that something warm would help. You were on your way to watch a local film and happened to pass by his area, the image of him sick and probably alone prompting you to just buy that dish and leave it at the reception. You suddenly craved it and made one for yourself last night, thinking it wouldnât hurt if you brought some over for him as well. Even if he thinks it isnât your responsibility, you think itâs still within your role to make sure that your boss - the Vice President - conducts his functions properly, and he can only do so if heâs healthy.Â
As you finish the small portion that you prepared for yourself, Jungkook wonders whoâd taken care of you during the times you were sick. With your friends and family miles away, perhaps there wasnât anyone. Maybe it was a boyfriend. Or maybe like what heâs come to see, you did things on your own. Maybe you think thereâs no one doing that for him, too.Â
And you wouldnât be wrong. He was never good with company, after all, whether it was offering or keeping it. So when someone offers something as simple as a bowl of soup for when heâs feeling unwell, it cuts through the walls heâs built around himself because heâs become used to no one even knocking to check how heâs doing.Â
But in an effort to remain unmoved and insistent on keeping his distance, he sets boundaries once more.Â
âYou donât need to do this for me, Mr. Cho,â he states. âI appreciate it, but Iâd prefer if you donât do it again.â
He sees your face fall from his periphery, and much as he wants to take it back, he knows he has to hold back. It was hard enough to resist feeling cared for.Â
Heâd really spent the weekend by himself, turning down his friendsâ invitation to go to a resort and Hoseokâs offer of dinner at this newly opened steak house. Jungkook was buried under the covers when the phone rang informing him that youâd left something for him, unwilling to move and get off the bed because he was too tired but also too hungry, so when he opened the bag and it registered to him what you've given him, he felt less alone and less sad for himself. The image of your shy expression flashed through his mind and he couldnât help the smile he let out, giving himself only a minute to bask in your kindness before reminding himself that it means nothing more than making sure heâs well. Itâs harder for you if heâs sick, he convinced himself. Still, heâd rather not think about it; heâd rather not torture himself by his brain wanting you to mean one thing, but his heart hoping it was another.
âI understand, Mr. Jeon,â you say, your voice a little too firm for his liking. âI apologize if it made you uncomfortable.â
âItââ didnât, he wants to say. It made him feel nice and comfortable and thatâs what he canât let himself feel around you.Â
âI treat this as part of my job,â you reason, a half lie because you really did want to extend some kindness even if he may not exactly be deserving of it. âBut it may not be so for you. Iâll take note of this moving forward.â
Jungkook concedes. Any objection will counter what heâs been saying, even if he didnât mean all of it. And like how you always do, you get over it quickly, flashing him a measured smile and taking out your iPad to go through this weekâs schedule.Â
You both head to the car after and discuss his previous meetings. Youâre detailed and engaged, taking down notes and asking him questions like the professional that you are. He tells you about his meeting with artist Lee Jaemin and that he agreed with 80% of the pieces that you and Yoongi chose. You talk about the Board membersâ reactions during his presentation and he shares what they talked to him about during the dinner.Â
âSocializing with them was tiring,â he admits. âI couldnât keep up with all the things that they wanted to talk about.â
You give him an assuring smile. âYou looked like you did well,â you assure him. âThey seemed engaged, although as Mr. Jung would say, part of that is for show, to get on your good side. It would be smarter to think that not all of it was genuine.â
âTrue. But I enjoyed speaking with Mr. Saito. Heâs an architect, too, and we had a really good talk about incorporating traditional elements in a modern design.â
âYes, heâs always been kind,â you say. âBut itâs good that youâre able to forge these relationships. Perhaps itâs also new to them, seeing you in that light. I suppose they donât know you all that much. Itâs a nice change being able to engage with you.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âAh, well, itâs just during the company events that you attended, it wasnât exactly hard to spot you,â you chuckle, seemingly comfortable now.
âAnd why is that so?âÂ
He turns to you, legitimately curious because heâd never really noticed you before, even if he knew you as Hoseokâs assistant. If heâs being honest, you didnât even look familiar when you first met, and that just reinforces the fact that Jungkook didnât really care for the other people around him, especially during those events he was required to fly to Seoul to attend. If heâd paid a bit more attention, maybe he wouldnât have been caught off guard when he did finally meet you. Maybe he wouldnât have been as rude, too.
âIf I may, sir, it was quite easy to spot one of the Jeon sons always at the bar,â you chuckle. âYour father and cousin would often look for you and you were always in the same spot.â
Youâd noticed him, Jungkook thinks to himself. He wonders what youâd thought about him then, but given how he hated those events, it probably wouldnât be something good. He just always couldnât wait to leave.Â
âAh. As you can tell, Iâm not one who likes to socialize,â he says. âI donât really know what to talk to people about. And Iâm not that good with names nor faces. It was easier to keep to myself.â
âThatâs understandable. But you already know thatâll have to change,â you remind him. âHalf of what Mr. Jung did was attend events.â
âI know. Heâs been preparing me for that. I need your help in that aspect, too, from remembering names to getting my energy up. Those are oddly what Iâm most nervous about, if Iâm being honest.â
âIâll do what I can, Mr. Jeon,â you assure him. âI hope I can make things easy for you.â
Youâll never know the irony of your words, and perhaps the push and pull it brings about - as you try to make things easy for him, the harder it actually becomes on his end.Â
You find yourself back at the tailor shop the next Thursday for Jungkookâs suit fitting, and if it wasnât for Taehyung telling you that your gowns are ready, you would have totally forgotten that you had some dresses made as well.Â
While Jungkook tries on his outfits, youâre instructed to choose several dress shirts that heâd be adding to his wardrobe, given the various functions heâd be attending from now on. You didnât anticipate for this to be part of your role, but you donât mind, as itâs a welcome change to what you normally do, which is attend meetings, bury yourself in paperwork, and everything else in between. At least youâll be visiting the venue for the Arts Center event tomorrow, but today, you focus on the task at hand, which turns out to be harder than expected.
The options are endless. It doesnât help that you have to envision Jungkook in each piece of clothing and that he looks good in every one of them, and that you have to imagine him at all. You see him everyday - and have seen him in as little as in just his gym shorts - and you donât really want to have him in your mind as well. But how he presents himself is a big part of his new role, as Hoseok had told you. As the Vice President, Jungkook needs to look sophisticated and respectable, someone worthy to represent the company and the Jeon family name.Â
You go for different hues of grays and blacks and other colors, too. Thereâs an olive green that looks really nice, and a few maroons and pinks that would add variety to his everyday look. Youâre focused on making your choices, but your focus shifts to Jungkook when he comes out of the dressing room donned in a patterned black suit. The fit is perfect and even with the distance between you two, you could spot impeccable details that make the outfit look elegant yet fresh.Â
âThis is for the gala,â Taehyung states. âWhat do you think, Ms. Cho?â
âIt looks niceâ is all you manage to say.Â
Itâs the only word you feel is neutral enough to describe him. Even if you could accept that Jungkook is handsome, you donât exactly want to say so in front of him.
âI was going for something better than nice, but that should be fine, I guess. What do you think, Kook?â
âI like it. But donât you think the sleeves are a bit too fit on my arms?â Jungkook asks his friend.
âWell, itâs not like you were flexing them when I was measuring you,â Taehyung playfully rolls his eyes. âBut I can adjust it, since I doubt youâd take a pause on lifting weights anyway. Itâs probably the material though so donât worry, Iâll fix this. Okay, on to the next one.â
You return to your task at hand, choosing some patterned tops that are appropriate for less formal events, and you inform Taehyung who then says that heâll have those made in Jungkookâs measurements. With your task finished, Taehyung instructs you to head downstairs so you could fit your gowns as well, and you follow in anticipation because these might just be the first and only custom-made pieces of clothing youâll ever have the luxury of wearing.
A female staff assists you, making sure that the length and neckline are to your liking. The first outfit, the one for the Arts Center event, is an old rose sleeveless lace midi dress that looks even more gorgeous when worn. The gown for the Appointment Dinner is a black short-sleeved pleated piece that is both functional and fashionable, but itâs the last one - the one for the gala - that has your jaw dropping to the ground.
âMs. Cho,â you hear Taehyung call out from outside the fitting room. âIs everything okay?â
âY-yeah,â you stutter, unable to stop looking at yourself in the mirror and turning around to try to see every angle of the stunning dress. âItâs just, uhâŠâ
âItâs what?â He asks worriedly. âCan you come outside so I can see?âÂ
You take a breath before pulling the heavy curtains open and find Taehyung and Jungkook standing not far away.
âItâs too pretty, Mr. Kim,â you say shyly. âI donât think I can wear this.â
âWell, you will. Because itâs custom-made,â he points out. âAnd it looks gorgeous on you. It fits perfectly. I assume the others do as well?â
âYes,â you smile, feeling like a fairytale princess who gets to wear a gown that her fairy godmother had made for her. âTheyâre justâŠâ
âExactly what you need as this guyâs right hand woman,â Taehyung finishes for you.
He gestures towards his best friend who seems expressionless and probably unimpressed by how you look. Itâs not like you mind but it at least wouldnât be humiliating if he just stood there looking uninterested.
âWhat do you think, Kook?â
âIt looks nice,â Jungkook shrugs, repeating the words youâd used on him earlier. Shifting his gaze from you to Taehyung, he excuses himself. âIâll head to the car, I have calls to make.â
âIâll finish up here,â you say, turning around to go back to the fitting room.
Jungkook exits the shop and finally breathes, feeling like heâd suffocated inside because of how you looked. Heâd wondered how the dresses turned out, curious about the designs because Taehyung didnât want to show him; itâs a surprise, the man had said. And now Jungkook knows why.Â
Stunning would be an inadequate word to use. The burgundy color of the gown made it look sophisticated on you, even more with the off-shoulder that showed off some of your features that heâd rather not think about. The flow was elegant, and he half wishes that he hadnât thought of having these made only so he could avoid the moment earlier when he felt his throat dry up because of how beautiful you looked.Â
Heâs gonna have to get used to being rendered speechless every time, he thinks, but itâs not like it doesnât happen everyday, anyway. Every morning that he finds you standing in his kitchen, donning the pencil skirt and blouse ensemble that assistants are recommended to wear, his mind short circuits. Thereâs something especially fresh and electrifying about you at the start of the day, and he always has to pull himself together and act normal around you without giving himself away.Â
He canât nurture the attraction, after all, even if heâs reminded of it during times like earlier, even more so when he gazes at you and you hold it, letting the tension build unconsciously. Because thatâs what happened, as you pulled open the curtains and looked up. He wishes you were too shy to notice how long he had his eyes on you. But itâs why he had to get away. Youâre too much for him sometimes, and he doesnât know if you have any idea of how you affect him.
Jungkook stares at his phone, half hoping that an actual call would come to distract him. But nothing does, and he leans his head back and groans in frustration. What is it about you that makes him absolutely weak in the knees and stupid in the head?Â
Back inside, you give Taehyung your address so he can have the gowns delivered to your apartment for your convenience.Â
âThank you again, Mr. Kim,â you say. âI wish I could do your creations justice.â
âYou will. Itâs in the confidence, so exude it, okay?â
âIâll try,â you giggle. âEspecially since those pieces will pretty much blow the Office of the VPâs budget.â
âIs that what Kook said? That these are budgeted under him?â Taehyung arches an eyebrow.
âUh, yes, sort of. I just assumed because heâd pointed out that they were being made as part of my functions,â you explain.Â
âHmm. I know his office has a lot of money but these gowns would definitely blow up any contingency fund you have,â he chuckles. âSo no, your assumption is wrong. Kookâs paying for all this.â
âWhat?â You exclaim. âBut thatâsâ why?â
âWell, you do need these as part of your job, and he wanted to save you the inconvenience of spending for them. I mean, he did buy Lucas some suits, too. But between you and me, I think this is his way of apologizing to you, just in a very gallant way.â
âYou mean unnecessary and undeserving,â you correct, still in shock that Jungkook is paying for all those, even if yes, he can easily afford them.Â
âNope, not at all. I know heâs been difficult to deal with and Iâd like to apologize on his behalf, seeing that heâs terrible at doing it. I know it doesnât make things better but at least itâs something you donât have to worry about anymore.â
âWell, that does help a bit,â you smile, following him as he heads out the door. âBut thank you again, Mr. Kim.â
âOff with the formalities,â he laughs. âItâs Taehyung. And youâre welcome. Itâs the least I could do to somehow make up for my ass of a best friend.âÂ
âHeâs not too bad. Not anymore, at least,â you counter. âIâll go ahead. Have a good day, Taehyung!â
Jungkook manages to look down on his phone in time for you not to see him watch you talk freely and casually with his friend. Thatâs another person close to him who gets to experience how youâre like - joyful and warm, perhaps a little shy sometimes, but comfortable just the same. Itâs something heâll only see from afar; your positions necessitate some distance, but perhaps thatâs better than not having you around at all.Â
You enter the car and youâre back to being quiet and reserved, your eyes focused on the road while Jungkook, in an effort not to keep glancing at you, turns to his leather notebook and doodles some designs that pop in his head. Itâs his way of calming himself down most days, helping him focus given that his mind is often filled with too many thoughts that he canât express. He hopes that in drawing them, he can somehow rid himself of the feelings heâs locked in and it helps, as heâs somehow able to get over the tension from earlier and the tiniest bit of jealousy over your casual engagement with Taehyung.
You both return to the office, with Jungkook proceeding to his room to prepare for a lunch meeting and you follow, taking some signed documents that heâd left earlier.
âMr. Jeon,â you say as he settles in his seat. âThank you for the dresses. I⊠Iâve never had anything as beautiful as those and undeserving as I may feel, Iâm just really appreciative.â
Jungkook isnât prepared for the softness in your voice as you say the words, and like the consistent jerk that he is, he brushes it off.
âTaehyung made them; you should thank him. I just paid for them,â he utters, his tone stern and uncaring.
His eyes flit to you when thereâs silence on your end, and he wishes they hadnât. Thereâs resignation in yours, as if heâs shattering another moment youâre creating where youâre just being sincere and heâs being dismissive. Itâs his default, he reasons, not just towards you but towards everyone. Normally he wouldnât mind how the other would take it, but with you right now, he wishes he was so much better than this.Â
You hold his gaze, as if trying to tell him things you donât want to express. Heâs not one to apologize, but he also wonât accept gratitude. Youâre starting to think that what Jungkook canât handle is any form of human connection. Itâs something you struggle with at times, but youâre at least open to it, willing to accept kindness and appreciating people for what they have to offer. Jungkook deflects; he turns away. It seemed like it took so much for him to even verbalize needing your help and perhaps he was desperate; his reputation was on the line after all. But even then, he doesnât give nor does he accept, and you wonder what made him that way.Â
âIs there anything else?â He finally asks after a long beat of silence.Â
âNothing more,â you shake your head and excuse yourself.Â
Returning to your desk, you look at Jungkook from your seat. Thereâs a hint of emptiness in his eyes that you often mistake for apathy. Perhaps thereâs more and perhaps the help he really needs isnât just about dealing with his father or remembering names or navigating relationships required for his role. Maybe itâs about opening himself up a little, or smiling when the situation calls for it, or not questioning other peopleâs kindness towards him. Maybe itâs about realizing heâs more than just this heir to the company or the playboy heâs known as. Maybe itâs about seeing that heâs capable of sincerity and gentleness as well.
You sigh to yourself. Itâs probably a long shot but you only feel strongly about it because you know what itâs like to turn people away. If it hadnât been for your family and friends, you probably wouldâve continued to do so. Jungkook may be your boss but heâs human, too, and he may just be waiting around to see whoâd be patient enough to extend a hand and let him know that heâs not alone, that someone understands, and maybe that someone is you.
The days fly by too quickly for your liking and you haven't been able to take a breath. You had a meeting with the organizing committee of the Appointment Dinner most of last Friday and you spent your weekend coordinating with the designers for the Arts Center launch. Itâs been last minute preparations these past two days and before you know it, Wednesday has come. You stayed late the night before and were gladly checked in at the hotel with the other assistants, so you at least got a bit of sleep even if your body felt like it continued to stay awake.Â
But tonight is important, as the newly appointed executives will be formally introduced to the corporationâs directors, shareholders, and subsidiary companies. Youâve been organizing this with the planning committee since the appointments were announced, and given that coordinating events like this is one of your primary tasks, youâre exhausted and excited and nervous all at once. But itâs the second time youâre doing this and youâve learned so much since you did this for Hoseok. Thereâs more knowledge, sure, but thereâs also more confidence. You also know enough to eat before the guests arrive and at 3PM, itâs exactly what you do, knowing you wonât have much else until the event ends.
The other employees compliment your dress, and youâre too shy to say who had designed it but you eventually do, knowing itâs good for Taehyungâs brand. But you donât say much else, choosing instead to focus on the guest list as youâre tasked to do, and you go around the events hall to make sure that the VIP name cards are placed on their proper tables. Youâre able to sneak bites of the canapes as you go, allowing yourself a flute of champagne for that kick you need to socialize with the guests tonight.Â
You engage with the early birds when they arrive, guiding them to their seats and putting on your most welcoming smile. You get Mr. Riâs message that theyâre nearby, so you head outside and stand by the entrance and wait for them, knowing Jungkook would want to know how things are going.
He exits the car in a black suit and white top, a statement brooch adorning his classic coat. The strands of his long hair are tucked behind his ears and he looks even more polished than usual, a look that catches attention; it definitely catches yours.Â
âMr. Jeon,â you bow in greeting. âSome of your invited guests have arrived.âÂ
âHave you spoken to them?â He asks, as you walk slightly behind him towards the venue.Â
âI have, and theyâre looking forward to seeing you.âÂ
He nods, and just as heâs about to enter the hall, he stops and turns towards you.Â
âYouâre busy tonight, arenât you?â
âSomewhat, sir,â you reply. âWe all have our tasks but Iâm free to move around. Do you need help with anything?â
âJust, uh, names.â
âIâll always be nearby,â you assure him.Â
Your smile gives him the comfort he needs. Heâs been without it since yesterday afternoon, given that you had to prepare as part of the organizing committee. And while the support team and Yoongi have been encouraging, only you really know why every event such as this is important for him.Â
Jungkook has already made gains with some of the Board members last week; this time, itâs about engaging everyone else - the staff, the partners, and key personalities in the industry. Hoseok and Ji-woo have done this before but itâs Jungkookâs first time. Heâs no longer just an executive in the Southeast Asian office; heâs now the Vice President of the entire company. Thereâs a lot of pressure that comes from carrying the Jeon family name, and even more being the only one of the two sons whoâs taking on such an important role.Â
The event hall is grand. Itâs pretty special, too. Itâs one of the projects he worked on as part of the design department years ago before he left for Singapore, and the thought makes him stop. Perhaps this is the reason why his father chose this venue for tonight; if anything, itâs a reminder of what Jungkook is capable of. He takes a breath and looks around to soak everything in before approaching his invited guests - partners and consultants he worked with in his previous role.Â
But that ends quickly, as many more people approach him for a greeting.Â
Jungkook is a bit overwhelmed. He tries to hold eye contact when he speaks to them but he can only do so for so long. Some faces are familiar but the names escape him, and he starts to regret all the times that he flew here for events like this and never engaged with the other guests. If he had, perhaps this wouldnât be so hard.Â
There are those who introduce themselves, while there are those who donât, perhaps assuming that heâd know who they are. Just like the couple whoâs speaking to him excitedly, and he wants to return the energy by at least calling them by their names. His mind is blank, and just as heâs about to give up, he looks up and sees you, your eyes catching his as if youâre just waiting for his cry for help.Â
Thereâs pleading in his eyes and you get it immediately, as you walk towards his direction then greet the pair next to him.
âMr. and Mrs. Yamada,â you say. âItâs lovely to see both of you again. I saw in the news that youâre launching a new project with our partners from Dubai. Thatâs quite exciting.â
âAh, Ms. Cho,â they greet you back. âYes, all thanks to Mr. Jung who helped us with that partnership. Weâre excited for it as well.â
âOh, Iâm sure. Weâre looking forward to it,â you smile.
âThank you. Iâm pleased to know that you remain as the Vice Presidentâs assistant,â Mrs. Yamada says. âPerhaps we can invite Mr. Jeon to one of our hotels in Japan? Or even in London?â
You turn to Jungkook who looks less tense than he did a few minutes ago.
âAh, yes, that would be great, Mr. and Mrs. Yamada,â he responds. âIâm sure Iâll find time during one of my trips and Iâll definitely give you a call. Perhaps we can talk about projects we can work on as well.â
The excitement in the coupleâs faces is a joy to see and for their sake, you really do wish that Jungkook makes good on his promise. You ask him about it after they leave, and he says that the names were familiar. Ji-wooâs talked about working with them before and that theyâre long-time friends of the family, so he should maintain that relationship.Â
A call of his name prompts both of you to look to the side, and he turns to you with a questioning face.Â
âMr. Adamâs an investor. Behind him is Professor Zhang from SNU. Theyâre friends of your father,â you tell him. Seeing Bitna signal for you, you say, âI have to check on something, Mr. Jeon. Iâll be back.â
You turn around to head to one of the tables, but you look back to watch Jungkook greet those who approach him, his smile becoming more natural as the moments pass by. You briefly meet with some staff about the musical guest and some other last minute adjustments. You greet Taehyung and Seokjin who show up to support their best friend, with both men complimenting how you look.
Knowing that Jungkook will be needing you again after, you call over Do-hyun and Yohan and delegate some of your monitoring tasks to them, and then stand by one of the tables as you watch the socialization take place as more guests come in.
Your eyes find Jungkook again as heâs engaged in a conversation with some Board members and other partners, and you smile a little at how heâs able to maintain eye contact and look like heâs actually interested, especially after he looks up and gives you a look as if to say that heâs trying his best.Â
âWhy are you watching him like some child whoâs trying to make friends at the playground?â Chin-sun asks, the teasing tone of her voice making you chuckle. âHeâs a grown man, you know? He can hold his own.â
âI know,â you reply, turning to her. âBut itâs one of the many things thatâs new about his role. And probably one of the more important ones. I just wanna let him know that heâs doing a good job.â
âWell, thereâs no wife or girlfriend to do that. I guess that makes it your responsibility then.â
You disregard her commentâs implication and point out that Hoseok does that for Jungkook, too, but heâs just as busy and perhaps just as nervous as well.Â
âIt matters a lot to hear it. Plus, social events can be overwhelming and isolating at the same time. Heâs still getting used to it,â you add.
The prolonged silence prompts you to turn to her.
âYou know, I admire you for a lot of things,â she says. âYour ability to remain kind after everything is one of them. I mean, after how he treated you those first few weeks? That was tough.â
Your resigned face pushes her to continue. âDo-hyun couldâve gone on without telling me about seeing you cry and I still wouldâve known. You tried to hide it but your smile always fell too fast and your eyes were just always sad. Mustâve been hard, trying to get the team on his side when you couldnât do that for yourself.â
âI honestly donât know how I survived that first month,â you laugh to mask the sadness from that experience. âBut thatâs in the past. He still has his moments but at least there are good ones now. Iâm here to do my job. Being kind after everything is part of it.â
âI wish you didnât have to keep it to yourself though,â she laments. âIf we couldnât help, we couldâve at least cheered you up.â
âI didnât want to bring you guys into it,â you say. âThe team was incredibly busy with so many things and I managed. Thatâs what matters.â
âOh, ___,â she sighs. âYou put so much of yourself in your job. I think thatâs why the bosses trust you. But that takes so much out of you, too. Do you have anything left for yourself?â
âWhatâs left is right here, Chin-sun. I donât think I know what I am outside of all this.â
âDoesnât that bother you? I mean, Iâve worked with you for three years and I canât say I really know you outside of this, too. And if you canât⊠well, thatâs something to think about.â
âAnd I have. Itâs something Iâve asked myself, but trying to find the answer isnât as easy as asking the question. So I just put all my energy into my work because where else would I? It at least pays the bills and lets me enjoy little luxuries every once in a while,â you reason.Â
âWell, I know what learning who you are outside of this job would entail, and Iâm a little selfish because I need you around,â she smiles. âNo one does things the way you do, and thatâs also why I figured that at some point, Mr. Jeon was gonna get himself together because he canât afford to lose you. Youâre so good at this, ___. Heâs lucky you didnât quit.â
âApparently, it takes a lot to get me to quit,â you reply.Â
Or I was just never brave enough to do it, you want to say. Asking the question is indeed always easier than finding the answer.Â
âLetâs hope you find a way to find yourself without resigning. We canât afford to lose you, too,â she winks.Â
âI appreciate that, Chin-sun. Thank you.â
âWell, I think it matters that you know that youâre doing amazing. I hope he treats you as you deserve.â
He tries, you think to yourself. At least thatâs what you hope.Â
The call of your names from a familiar voice excites you, as A-yeong approaches you and Chin-sun. You engage in your usual hushed conversations until you see Jungkook in another sea of people and you decide to approach him, the relief on his face telling you that heâs indeed been needing you.Â
Itâs not your preferred crowd. Something youâve learned in your years of attending these events is that you would smile and entertain them and men would think itâs an invitation to invade your personal space. A lingering touch on the elbow, a hand on your waist, standing a millimeter too close⊠and they disregard your uncomfortable look or attempts at stepping away.Â
The man youâre introduced to is new but his ways arenât, and you scan the hall to find Bitna who turns to you in time, the look you give her signaling another person to look out for. Itâs a system they developed that theyâve filled you in on, and you immediately excuse yourself and check on the food served at the back even if you know theyâre still well stocked. It at least allows you a breather. Youâre not even a main actor but youâre tired as hell from socializing with people.Â
Itâs not long after when the event starts. Speeches and a performance take place while dishes are being put out, and itâs after the main course is served when Jungkook steps away from his seat.Â
Choosing to stand towards the back before heâs called on stage to be introduced, he scans the hall and thinks about the work that the committee put in, including you, who had to deal with him while dealing with all this. He catches sight of you speaking with the other assistants, and he already knows thereâs some planning going on. But like the last time, he felt you around even if you were busy; you held his gaze during the times he felt a little overwhelmed.Â
âYou ready?â
Yoongiâs voice is deep but calming, and Jungkook takes it as his friendâs way of encouraging him.Â
âNot really, but Iâll manage.âÂ
âGood. Youâve got people on your side,â Yoongi assures him. âLike me. And especially her.â
He gestures towards the left where Jungkook sees you approaching them. Since you started working for him, he didnât expect how easily he could find comfort in your presence. He went from wishing you were someone else, to wanting to distance himself from you, to constantly hoping you were around. Those last two could actually coexist, and they do. Thereâs still detachment as his means to combat the attraction - he tries not to care about you, to not get to know you, to remind himself of who you are in his life, but he still depends on you for support, for comfort, for stability. You make his life easier; you also make it feel less lonely. And every time youâre there is a moment where he feels like he could breathe, like the noise in his mind stills because heâs forced to focus on you; somehow, you captivate him that way.Â
âAre you ready, Mr. Jeon?â
The contrasting tenderness of your voice gives him that boost and he nods despite the lingering nervousness.
âI guess so,â he huffs. âLetâs get this over with.â
He walks towards his seat up front while you stay behind with Yoongi who leads you to one of the free tables at the back. You both donât say much to each other, focusing instead on the short speeches that Ji-woo and Hoseok give, both of them expressing their gratitude and giving previews of upcoming projects to look forward to. Theyâre masters at commanding a crowd, as evidenced by their engagement and loud applause at the end of it. You can already imagine Jungkook feeling even more nervous, knowing thatâs not really his style, but you hope that your earlier encouragement lingers, as he walks towards the stage.
He delivers his speech flawlessly. Knowing him the way you do, you could tell he let his vulnerability shine through, even if it may not seem much to everyone else. The teaser about the Arts Center gets people excited, which he builds up on. He even slides in a few jokes that surprisingly get the audience entertained.Â
A small smile paints your face and from next to you, Yoongi chuckles in almost disbelief.Â
âIs it safe to say youâre proud of him?â He asks, as Jungkook walks down the stage and CEO Jeon takes the mic.Â
âYou could say that,â you turn to him. âItâs silly, considering how things started. I⊠I didnât think Iâd be genuinely rooting for him, you know? But I am. I really want him to do well.â
âThatâs good to hear, ___. I guess it means that things really are changing and heâs treating you better.â
âI think they are,â you hum. âI mean, not the best, but I also donât know what thatâs supposed to look like. I guess Iâm just understanding who he is a little bit better now. And I think that makes the difference.â
âLike I said, heâs not a terrible person. He just needs⊠someone to be patient with him, someone to show him kindness,â Yoongi says. âI think thatâs what he lost along the way. He stopped being that way to himself and so did people. They just didnât want to upset him, but they also didnât give or show anything more.â
âYou think so?â
âWhy do you think itâs so hard for him to forge even the simplest and most basic connections?â Yoongi questions. âThey lack meaning for him. I think heâs forgotten what thatâs like. Without sincerity or kindness, without intensity or honesty, thereâs just⊠emptiness. Everything is fleeting for him.â
âAnd youâre telling me this, why?â You eye him curiously.Â
âBecause I think your kindness did something to him.â
âAnd that is?â
âHeâs showing a bit of that to himself, too. And I guess to others as well,â Yoongi explains.Â
âIâm a mere assistant doing her job, Yoongi,â you shake your head. âItâs a little selfish but I do what I can to appease him and to make our relationship good enough to make this job bearable for me. If it makes him a better person, good for him and better for me. Iâll just keep doing it then.â
Your friendâs silence prompts you to turn towards him. He seems to be in deep thought, perhaps analyzing what youâd just said, which he tends to do.Â
Thereâs no lie in your statement. Youâd done your part of standing up to Jungkook at the start; you at least got to show you were capable of fighting for yourself in that sense. But after that, you learned that keeping things in and letting him see how his actions affect you works as well. You show kindness because itâs natural for you, but also because it keeps the peace, it keeps both of you stable.Â
But you can also admit that you do all that because wanting him to know that heâs got you on his side is a way to tell yourself that youâve got people rooting for you, too, even if youâre not the best at keeping relationships nor keeping people close. You show Jungkook what you want to experience from people; you make him feel what you want to feel. Maybe that makes you selfish. You think it also makes you human.
Itâs not something you tell Yoongi, though. But maybe with the way he looks at you assuringly, you suppose he knows it, too.
The event finally ends and the guests start exiting the venue. You bid them goodbye while instructing some in-house staff about cleaning up. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon greet you on their way out, commending you for your work along with the others, and itâs their encouraging smiles that remind you of one of the reasons why you stick to this job. Theyâre people you donât want to disappoint as well, and seeing them satisfied is always a good thing.Â
âHey, youâre officially off the clock,â Bitna reminds you. âA couple of us are staying for closing, remember?â
âRight,â you smile.Â
They have a day off tomorrow because of tonight but itâs not something you can afford, given that youâve got the Arts Center event one a week from now. Itâs almost midnight and youâd have to be up in 5 hours.
âIâll get going then. Iâll just say goodbye toâ oh, Mr. Jeon,â you say, finding him just as you were about to look for him. âIs there anything I can help you with before I leave?â
âOh, thereâs nothing. Just, uh, how are you getting home?â
âA cab,â you answer.Â
Yoongi nudges your arm from next to you with a pout on his face. âYah! Iâll take you home. Itâs not safe to take a cab this late.â
âYes, thatâs preferable, Ms. Cho,â Jungkook says. âItâs been a long night.â
âOkay, sir,â you nod. âAnd it has. You also did really well. I didnât expect the jokes but they were obviously a hit. Yoongi laughed, thatâs how I know.â
âYou laughed, too,â Yoongi points out.
âIâm glad it worked, then,â Jungkook says. âYou can get going. You can also report to my place at 8AM to give you more time to rest. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
Jungkook heads out and rushes to the car where Mr. Ri drives him home. His mind is still buzzing from what transpired but heâs glad he managed like he said he would, like you believed he would.Â
And amidst the relief that he did well and the nervousness from having to do something similar again next week, thereâs you, a vision that he quickly shakes off and one he finds himself seeing after every big and small thing that he does.Â
Your warm shower and your bed have never felt this good, only because youâre as tired as you are and you want nothing more than the weekend to come. But youâve got a few more stressful days ahead of you and you try to push through them one at a time.
You go to Jungkook later than usual that Thursday then spend much of the entire day meeting with him and the team about next weekâs event. You conduct a visit to the venue the next day and then spend the weekend answering guestsâ queries and helping Chin-sun coordinate with suppliers. Monday and Tuesday have you going from one place to another and hopping from one meeting to the next, all while balancing your executive assistant and events manager responsibilities.Â
Itâs incredibly tiring, but you also wonât deny the exhilaration you feel. Thereâs something so satisfying about seeing everything come together, especially as you look around the venue - an industrial commercial space that Jungkook and Yoongi jointly designed specifically for tonight. The high ceilings allow for the large panels that project the Arts Center design, with bright lights Illuminating the curated sculptures and art pieces placed around. The space elicits a feeling of newness and familiarity, of hollowness and clarity. Thereâs integration of traditional and modern elements and essentially, of history and emergence.Â
It leaves you quite breathless as you look around. Itâs not even the Arts Center itself but you know that this is the emotion that Jungkook wants the guests to feel. He wants them to be in awe, to look on in excitement.Â
âItâs pretty great, huh?â Yoongi asks next to you. âWorth all the hard work.â
âIt is. Design and logistics did amazing in putting this together,â you say, given that youâve spent the entire day working with both teams to set this up.
âWell, Jungkookâs vision is captivating to begin with. It really makes a difference when youâre led by a creative mind. Selling the idea wonât be so hard in a place like this.â
âI really hope so. Weâre banking on the artists for exposure. There are gonna be articles about it, too. The whole process is being documented and that makes the final product much more exciting,â you explain. âI⊠I actually feel really good being a part of this. Iâm glad I didnât quit after that first week.â
Yoongi laughs along with you, knowing now that that experience no longer bothers you the way it used to. But heâs glad about it, too, not only because he selfishly wants you around but even more, he knew that you needed this, that you needed to feel redeemed in Jungkookâs eyes and in yours. Yoongi hopes that as the project goes on, youâll learn more about yourself and what you want, what youâre good at, what you can give, and what makes you happy.Â
âThat makes both of us. Iâm sure Jungkook thinks so, too,â Yoongi replies.
âWell, weâll never know because heâll probably never admit it but itâs a good thought,â you smile. âAs long as we maintain this unproblematic dynamic, Iâm good.â
âSpeaking of which, where is he?â
âOn the way,â you say. âHe had a meeting to attend and he said heâll be fixing up here. He should be here in a few minutes.â
Do-hyun approaches you about the photographer and you excuse yourself, instructing Yohan next to her to lead Jungkook to the waiting room when he arrives.Â
Jungkook steps into the venue and like heâd hoped, he feels the energy as he takes it all in. Thereâs a lot of possibility as he looks around, and thatâs what he wants the guests to see. He wants the artists to envision their own pieces displayed; he wants the creatives to imagine fashion shows and photo shoots and videos that come to life; he wants people to see the potential of an Arts Center beyond just looking at art pieces.
But underneath the pride is nervousness. There will be important personalities coming today and itâs his opportunity to engage with them, to make them want to be a part of this. Talking about the details of the project would be easy; itâs connecting with them thatâs a challenge. He had last weekâs Appointment Dinner as a trial and like you said, he did well. Itâs tonight that matters so much more to him. He supposes that what happens will set the trajectory for how the promotion of the Center will go, so making a good first impression is crucial.Â
Yohan approaches him and leads him towards the waiting room where his outfit, which Taehyung had pressed and sent over here, hangs on a rack. There are two magazine publications that will feature this event and both include an interview with him and some photos.Â
Jungkook starts dressing up, knowing heâll be called for those not long from now. He looks at himself in the mirror and the uncertainty fills him again. Itâs not the look he wouldâve gone for but his best friend was adamant that an event like this calls for something new. With his trousers and fitted shirt on, Jungkook breathes in and out, and itâs at the same time when thereâs a knock on the door and your call of his name suddenly makes him nervous.Â
You enter, stopping as you shut the door, your eyes a little wide, and look at him. Youâre a sight to behold in your floral-laced dress and if he was anxious seconds ago, heâs even more now.
âI knew I shouldâve stuck to the classic,â Jungkook sighs at your unmoving form.Â
âWhatâwhat do you mean, Mr. Jeon?â You ask, finally finding your voice.Â
âYouâre not saying anything,â he frowns. âTonight probably wasnât the best time to show up in an outfit like this.â
âAnd why is that?â You wonder, walking closer to him now. You try to calm your racing heart because Jungkook looking this good in a checkered flared trouser and white v-neck shirt was not something you expected. âYou lookâŠâ
âPretentious?â He chuckles, shaking his head and bending towards the mirror, his angled body making you feel even hotter.
Youâve long accepted that Jungkook is a very handsome man. Itâs probably why it was more frustrating despising him and, like Soomin said, also satisfying. Heâs got a perfect mix of boyish and manly features with his doe eyes and chiseled jaw; the aura of confidence and nonchalance perhaps add to that as well. It also doesnât help that he has a really good physique, something youâd seen on his first day on the job and one youâd denied affected you. Youâd gotten used to it somehow. Hard as it was to suppress those thoughts every time you fixed his tie or watched him walk about his penthouse in his gym clothes, you managed. Youâve always been professional, and youâve always reminded yourself to not let it affect you.
But tonight, itâs just hard not to, especially with the way his biceps are popping out of those short sleeves; and if the shirt were an inch tighter, youâd probably be able to trace his toned chest and abs as well. Heâs cut his hair, too, slick and pushed back as if he's starring in some western rockstar film.Â
âGoodâŠâ you manage to say after what seemed like minutes. âThe outfit looks good on you, sir. Itâs new and fresh, not like the usual formal attire that screams âbusinessman who only wants profits.â This is posh and stylish. It makes you look more approachable.â
âThis is what would make me look approachable?â He asks incredulously.
âActually, a smile would,â you say too quickly, earning you a laugh. âBut this works, too. It fits with the theme.â
âThatâs what Tae said, too,â Jungkook sighs. âHe insisted that at least for these Arts Center-related events, I should dress a little more boldly and more interesting, things I definitely am not but, well, I couldnât counter him when he said that my usual prints and styles make me look like Iâm just going to a meeting or some business conference.â
âAnd heâs not wrong,â you point out, walking closer to him. âYou donât need anything eccentric, just something exciting. This is simple yet sophisticated.â
âHave you seen the coat?â He asks, gesturing to the rack when you say no.
âOh. Thereâs a corsage,â you say, admiring the matching brown checkered piece.
âAn oversized one,â he rolls his eyes.Â
âIt looks pretty.â
âThatâs what he said, too.â
âIf you donât like it, why didnât you tell him during the fitting?â
âI did like it but itâs Tae - heâs good at convincing people that they look good. And I probably thought that, too. But heâs not yet here and heâs gonna be late so right now, all I can think about is that Iâll look ridiculous.â
âWell, that makes one of us,â you say, surprising him. âIf what I think matters, then youâd have to take my word for it. The outfit looks good. It captures peopleâs attention and thatâs what you need. Youâre just gonna have to follow this up with similar styles but that wouldnât be a problem. Just carry yourself with confidence. Itâs what Mr. Kim would say.â
âI know. He texted that same line to me five times today.â
âHeâs your best friend, Mr. Jeon. Iâm sure heâs looking out for your best interest.â
âTrue, but then again, we were forced to become friends when we were young so who knows?â
You laugh at his words. âIs that so?â
âOur fathers are best friends so we spent a lot of time together,â Jungkook shares. âWe were all so different and we got on each otherâs nerves but I guess that made us closer. I⊠I wasnât close to my brother so I just stuck with those who stuck around. Itâs a good thing they turned out to be decent people.â
âTheyâre very kind, I should say.â
âYeah. It sucks that their kindness didnât rub off on me,â he says as he holds your gaze.
The tension rises as you look back at him. Itâs hard not to fall into his eyes, and youâre thankful for the knock on the door and Yohanâs voice on the other side saying that the interviewer is ready for Jungkook now.Â
âFive minutes,â you call out, breaking the moment and retrieving his last piece of clothing.Â
You assist him in wearing his coat and just like reflex, you immediately fix the sleeves and adjust the corsage that isnât actually that big. You look at him from head to toe and see Taehyungâs vision. Thereâs something captivating about Jungkook in this fit; it makes him intriguing and someone to look out for. You suppose that was the intention.
âRespectable enough?â He asks worriedly once you meet his eyes.
âRespectable enough,â you affirm, hoping your smile can give him the encouragement he needs.Â
You open the door and let the first set of crew in. You watch on as they interview and take snapshots while your own team from the marketing department capture whatâs happening as well.Â
Jungkook sits cross-legged on the sofa, his eyes looking out into the distance as he absorbs the questions and thinks of his answers. He gesticulates as he responds, something you noticed him only ever do about topics that seem very important to him. Heâs done it during meetings with the team and with Yoongi, and you suppose thereâs that level of honesty that he shows then. His responses are thoughtful and profound, as the questions revolve around the type of art pieces to be displayed, how culture can be celebrated and respected, and what the public can look forward to once the Center is open to everyone.Â
The next interviewer starts off with the practical questions before moving to the technicalities of the design and structure such as the materials used, the techniques utilized in renovating such a massive complex, and how the Center itself represents art and culture. This is when Jungkook fully relaxes. You see it in his body language, in the softness of his expressions, and in the mellow tone of his voice as he discusses in terms you donât fully understand but somehow still make you feel like you know exactly what heâs talking about.
Itâs different seeing him in this way. Your team vetted these interviewers and publications and they seem sincere about their articles and so you know they arenât there to judge; Jungkook knows they arenât there to scrutinize him. Heâs not there to impress them or even to sell the idea; he just wants to share it, to make it known, to narrate the process of this project that may still be in its very early stages but which has lived in his mind for years.
He may not always be good with words but you can tell that he finds them when the ideas are clear to him. Heâs able to articulate what he sees in his mind and thereâs something captivating about that. Thereâs a lot you can learn from him, you think, and if what you develop after having stayed this long is even just a fraction of his creativity, then youâd feel accomplished.Â
You can tell even more now how important this is to him, especially when he emphasizes the individualâs need and desire for connection and how he wants the Center to be a hub for that, or perhaps its creator. You wonder if he knows so much about it, or if, like you, itâs something he also constantly seeks.Â
Youâre so focused on taking him all in that you donât notice that youâve been staring. Your eyes fall on his fingers, waving about as he draws imaginary pictures; they land on his lips, pink and dry as they utter words that are perhaps the most heâs said, and suddenly, his voice is the most comforting itâs ever sounded to you. You look upwards and thatâs when you notice it - his eyes are on you just as yours are on him yet he continues talking, and you hold onto it for a few seconds before you feel the heat reach your cheeks. It feels like a burn and you snap out of the spell-like feeling you were caught in as you turn away now and try to catch your breath.
You hadnât meant to stare but you were drawn to him at that moment, and as he talked about how the designs reflect the tangibility yet elusiveness of human connection, you found yourself drowning in his words and in the way he said them. Heâd caught you before you could look away, and you decide that the only way to go about it is to pretend it didnât happen.
And thatâs what you do, as you remain on your spot with your eyes scanning the room, no longer focused on him.
The interview ends right as Chin-sun enters to say that some guests have arrived. You instruct her to entertain them first with Manager Lee as you wrap up in here and itâs not long after when youâre left with Jungkook once again.
âWas that good?â He asks, his gaze on you as you look elsewhere.
âIt was. You seemed more relaxed,â you state, unnecessarily fixing the couch to distract yourself. âThatâs a good way to start the evening, Mr. Jeon. Iâm sure the guests would enjoy speaking with you tonight.â
âThatâs what I hope,â he replies. âIâll need you close to me to keep track of scheduled meetings or any invitations. Iâd also like them to be familiar with you as my assistant so they know who to reach out to in case Iâm not available.â
âOf course, sir,â you say, turning around to face him again, suddenly feeling nervous about the intensity of his look. âIâll take note of all those.âÂ
He nods then exits the room and you follow. You trail him as he starts to greet the guests one by one.
There are heads of private foundations and curators. There are creative directors from entertainment agencies and some art enthusiasts. There are artists and authors and poets, all of whom are intrigued and seemingly excited about whatâs in store.Â
Jungkook heads to the front after being introduced by Manager Lee and takes his time to introduce the project, utilizing the panels and all of the interiorsâ walls to showcase the design virtually. He presents his plans and the role of artists, creatives, creators, and consumers. Itâs a half hour speech that ends, followed by a light sit-down dinner that Jungkook takes advantage of to engage with the guests.Â
He first greets the deputy minister of the arts and culture ministry and then Mr. Saito, whoâd likewise brought some of his artist friends from Japan.Â
You then follow Jungkook around as instructed, taking notes on your phone in between to list all the upcoming meetings and other activities scheduled on the spot. Youâve somehow developed this skill with Hoseok but it still doesnât get any easier. The fact that so many of them want to touch base with Jungkook after his pitch says a lot about how well he did and how much it resonated with the people he wanted to connect with.Â
Based on your notes, you can already tell itâs gonna be incredibly busy moving forward, and the thought suddenly makes your head hurt. But you push through, knowing there are more people to meet with, even with Chin-sun and Manager Lee entertaining half of them.Â
Jungkook takes the stage again to introduce some of the artists whose works will be displayed in the Arts Center, and he gives them time to talk about their pieces and what drew them into the project. The company head whoâs been contracted to create the products for the souvenir shop also speaks, and as they share, you feel the excitement heighten. The opening is still a long time from now but things seem so clear and so certain, and you know that was because of Jungkook - because he demands the same level of excellence he practices from others, because heâs committed to his vision and he makes sure to see it through.Â
More engagement takes place, and your only breather is when Jungkook decides to talk to his father and then Hoseok but after that, youâre back to following him around and running out of calling cards for people to keep and call you in the future.Â
The last of the remaining guests finally leave at 10PM. You look around and the art pieces are being carefully wrapped for transport. The panels remain but Do-hyun and Yohan will be returning in the morning to pack everything up. Slowly, you start to feel the soreness creep in and the headache intensify but you shake all the pain off. There are two more days left for the week and you just have to power through them to survive.Â
âYou sure you donât want me to drive you home?â Chin-sun asks as she readies to leave.
âI live on the other side of the city from you. From all of you,â you remind them. Itâs really the only reason why you donât hitch a ride with them, especially considering that they have families and pets they go home to. âIâll be fine, donât worry.â
âWhat about Yoongi?â Jungkook asks, surprising you because you thought heâd been on the phone. âCanât he drive you?â
âHe left an hour ago, Mr. Jeon,â you reply. âHe has that early morning flight to Jeju tomorrow.â
âMr. Ri can drive you home after he drops me off,â Jungkook says. âItâs too late in the night and it might be hard for you to get a cab.â
âOkay, sir. Thank you,â you mumble, waving everybody goodbye as you follow him towards the car.Â
You get inside and find him sitting in the backseat, his coat removed and his head rolled back. You can tell all the socializing drained his energy again, and youâd hate to remind him that thereâs a Property Expo next week that his father assigned him to attend, as well as a Partnersâ Fellowship Dinner where he has to deliver another speech. You decide to do so in the morning instead and let the soft sounds of the radio soothe your mind.
âI think tonight was a success,â he mutters, prompting you to turn towards him. âEveryone I spoke to seemed excited.â
âThey were,â you affirm. âThey wouldnât be scheduling meetings with you if they werenât.â
âThatâs true,â he hums. âThatâs one major event down and several more to go.â
âI hope the team was able to show you how well we work together, Mr. Jeon. And that like me, theyâre all on your side.â
Jungkook lets your words settle. He agrees. The team was like a well-oiled machine. Each member knew their roles and performed their tasks excellently. And there was you, of course, handling every one of his instructions and requests with grace. You looked really beautiful doing it, too, and he doesnât know if he wants to thank or curse Taehyung for designing another dress that makes you stand out from the crowd because thatâs what happened tonight - everywhere Jungkook looked, it seemed like all he could see was you.
He shakes away the thought, knowing that constantly acknowledging his attraction towards you would just make things harder for him the way that denying it would, and while he doesnât have a solution for that either, he supposes that not acknowledging it at all would be the best option.Â
So he focuses on the team instead, and he feels comforted to know that they worked hard because they knew how much tonight mattered to him, as Do-hyun expressed earlier.Â
âIâm glad they are,â he finally replies. âI⊠I still donât think Iâm their favorite person but as long as they donât despise me anymore, then Iâm satisfied with that.â
âThey donât,â you counter, although even youâd know thatâs a half-lie.
âThey do. Or did, at least,â he laughs dryly. âItâs easy to stay unnoticed outside of the teamâs office, you know?â
The tinge of sadness in his eyes confirms what youâre thinking - heâs heard some of the team conversations about him. And while youâd argue that theyâre not vile or anything close to that, you also know that talking about him not smiling or not expressing his gratitude are things you shouldnât be saying behind his back. Even if theyâre true.
âIâm so, so sorry, Mr. Jeon. Weââ
âItâs okay, itâs not a big deal,â he interjects. âI mean, itâs not like I havenât given you reasons to feel that way. You all did go from Hoseok to me and thatâs quite the downgrade in terms of camaraderie and stuff.â
âWe still didnât have the right to say those things. And no, Iâm not agreeing that youâre a downgrade,â you clarify. âLike you said, you and your cousin are very different.â
âI did. And thatâs why Iâm not surprised, is all Iâm saying. But despite all that, the team did amazing tonight. Not like Iâd expect they wouldnât because they prefer someone more joyful or expressive, but it⊠it was also nice to see them enjoying themselves. I hope you did, too.â
âIt was a memorable experience, Mr. Jeon,â you say. âItâs something new. The previous projects and events we handled were either residential or commercial in nature and our creativity wasnât pushed as far as the Arts Center is doing. And we all appreciate that, even if we may not show it.â
âThatâs good. At least thereâs still something that youâre all getting out of this.â
Thereâs a sadness in his voice that youâre hearing for the first time. You donât know what about tonight thatâs making him vulnerable and honest with you. Perhaps itâs all the talk about human connection that he seems to struggle with, and maybe heâs realizing now that even with the team performing as well as they are, thereâs still something lacking in soul and emotion that he thinks is because of him.Â
Whatever it is, you hope that he doesnât let it bring him down too much. Working closely with him, youâve come to see more of him despite his efforts to keep those layers unpeeled and youâve come to understand him a little more. Youâve forgiven him in the process, too. The team is still adjusting and you know itâs your job to bridge that gap. Youâll just have to figure out how.Â
You let the silence end the conversation, not knowing what else you can say to comfort him at this moment. But you try though, as the car stops in front of his building and you call his name right before he closes the door.
âYeah?â He asks, looking curiously at you.Â
You almost forget what youâre about to say as heâs bent forward, his arm propped on the car roof, the surrounding lights highlighting the features of his face.Â
âYou did great tonight, too. And I learned a lot from you. Thank you for guiding us, sir.â
Heâs left speechless, as he holds your gaze for a moment before nodding and closing the door. Mr. Ri drives away and you look back to see Jungkook walk slowly towards the building entrance, briefly looking your way before disappearing inside.Â
You arrive at the office the next morning at 9AM with a splitting headache, your body dragging itself towards your chair as you try to maintain balance and get yourself together. Jungkook had messaged late last night that he was going to have a breakfast meeting with his father so you could go straight to work, and given last nightâs late finish, you could come at a later time as well.
That gave you another two hours of sleep, which you were thankful for considering the terrible state you were in when you woke up. Your body felt sore and the dryness of your throat signaled that youâre about to get sick - it was just a matter of when it was going to fully kick in. Itâs how your body reacts to stress, a pattern you noticed since you started working in the company. Itâs usually after succeeding weeks of late nights and big events when you give in - the headaches start then the sore throat; not long after, the fever hits and youâd have to spend days just doing nothing until youâve expelled the exhaustion away.Â
On rare occasions, your mother or friends come, knowing youâd be too sick to make yourself some food. But they donât always have that luxury. They have their own lives, too, lives that they just happen to have far away from you. But itâs why it mattered that you gave Jungkook that noodle soup when he was unwell. You know what itâs like to be sick and hungry and completely helpless, and you had a feeling that just like yourself, heâd deal with it on his own. Youâll probably have to stock up on food tonight to get you through the next few days; you just hope you havenât completely fallen apart by then.
You take your medicines and try to focus on your tasks for this morning, scheduling meetings and screening photos from last night to be used for marketing purposes. Needing some tea, you head to the pantry and briefly check in with the team before heading back. You see that Jungkook has just arrived, as he accompanied his father to one of their project sites after their meeting. He calls you over and asks if Do-hyun and Yohan have come back from fixing things at last nightâs venue.
âYes, sir, they just got here,â you reply. âEverythingâs been stored properly and Chin-sunâs working on the payments already.â
âGood,â Jungkook responds. âItâs lunchtime though, so you should all grab a meal. Thereâs a French restaurant that just opened a block from here. I heard itâs got great reviews, so take the team there and have them order anything they want. You can just use your card to pay but itâs under the officeâs budget.â
âOkay, sir. Uhm, that sounds great,â you manage to say, excitement filling you because you spent the other night watching review videos of that restaurant on YouTube and immediately told Jimin and Soomin that youâll be eating there when they visit you the next time. âWhat about you though? Arenât you joining us?â
âI⊠WellâŠâ
âYou donât have any other scheduled meeting other than the one weâll have as a team at 2:30.â
âI donât have to go,â he answers. âYou all worked hard and deserve to enjoy yourselves and I donât think thatâll happen if Iâm around. We can all debrief during the meeting but lunch is your time to get together and bond as a group.â
âYouâre part of that group, too, Mr. Jeon. You are our boss,â you counter.
âExactly.â
âBut Mr. Juââ you stop, not wanting to draw another comparison, which you said youâll stop doing.
âI know. Hoseok would join you for lunch or dinner and the team enjoyed his presence,â Jungkook states. âI donât think thatâs the case with me. This isnât me putting myself down but⊠you know that I donât really⊠do things like that. Iâm still learning that part of the role and I donât want to spoil their fun.â
âYou canât really speak for the team though,â you point out.
âWell, you represent them to me. Am I wrong to assume all that?â
âNo, but I think it would be a good opportunity to prove to them otherwise,â you advise.
Jungkook sighs, knowing youâve got a point. But he insists, claiming that heâs still figuring out the team and how to relate with them.Â
âI understand, Mr. Jeon,â you concede. âHow about your lunch?â
âIâll manage. You can all go ahead so you can get back on time.â
âWe will. Thank you. I already know theyâre going to enjoy it.â
The team is ecstatic when you tell them about lunch plans. They also only wonder about Jungkookâs presence once theyâve ordered and perhaps theyâre still figuring him out, too. Much of their engagement with Jungkook is through meetings, as none of them, save for Manager Lee, feel comfortable or even free enough to just approach him. They also donât know much about his interests or his quirks, and that puts you in the same boat as them.Â
You said once that youâre not sure if youâve gotten used to him already. Maybe slowly you are, as you look around and wish that he was here to experience this, too. Somehow you just think heâd love the duck confit dish that you eventually order for yourself. Maybe you can let him know, and he can order it on his own time.Â
Lunch ends with everyone on a high from the delicious meal. Even you forget how terrible youâre actually feeling and let the laughs and scrumptious food compensate for the fatigue.Â
You get back to the office and head to Jungkook as the rest of the team prepares the conference room for the meeting. You see a half-eaten sandwich on his desk and hate to think that itâs all he had while you enjoyed a fancy lunch that he ordered you all to have. He seems to pick up your thoughts as your eyes flit from him to his food and he affirms you that heâs not that hungry, given the heavy breakfast he had this morning.
âHow was lunch?â He asks.Â
âIt was great. The food was really good. I had the duck confit that I think youâll like and⊠uh, they were asking where you were.â
âThey were?âÂ
âYeah,â you respond. âThey were wondering why you didnât join us.â
âWhat did you say?â
âThat you were on a conference call,â you say. You didnât like that you had to lie to them about it, but you also didnât want to use that time to talk about Jungkook behind his back again. âYohan said that itâs understandable; youâre always busy and he doubts you get a break while youâre here.â
âOh. Well, heâs not wrong.â
âWe had a good time though, and Iâm sure theyâll tell you later but thank you. Itâs nice seeing the team enjoy themselves. I wish you could see it, too.â
âMaybe one day,â he says sullenly, standing up right after to head to the meeting with you.
The room quiets down when you both arrive and Jungkook feels once more the shift in their disposition once he joins them. He canât fault them for it knowing thatâs because of him, but as time passes and the more he talks about the value of human connections - which the Arts Center aims to foster - the more he starts to think of exactly what heâs missing by keeping himself too far a distance from everyone else around him.Â
His father tries, he can tell. Most of their breakfast or lunch or dinner meetings arenât actually meetings, and he supposes itâs just his old manâs way of spending time with him by disguising it as something work-related, knowing that Jungkook wouldnât be into it if it wasnât. His mother asks him over to their house on some weekends for lunch, her own way of reconnecting with him after years of being apart, but even with that, Jungkook just gives the bare minimum.Â
He doesnât not like them; he just stopped being close to them at some point and he didnât really care to mend it as he grew older. The women he sleeps with donât count since he doesnât even really talk to them, and other than Taehyung and Seokjin, and occasionally Yoongi, who keep up with his attitude, there really isnât anyone else whom he thinks enjoys his presence enough to want to have him around.Â
He doesnât know about you though, but he makes an educated guess and thinks thereâs not much of him youâd miss just like anyone, and while the thought stings a bit, itâs one he tries to live with.
âGood afternoon, Mr. Jeon,â Manager Lee greets and implores the others to do the same. âThank you again for lunch. It was really delicious and pretty fancy. I wish Iâd worn a prettier tie than the one I have right now.â
âYour tie looks fine, Manager Lee,â Jungkook replies.
âMs. Cho said you were busy, that's why you werenât there,â Do-hyun boldly says. âHopefully next time you can join us. I mean, not to assume youâll treat us again, although that would be nice, butââÂ
âDo-hyun just wanted to say thank you,â Chin-sun butts in. âAnd that we understand you have so many things going on, Mr. Jeon, so hopefully, when you have time in the future, you can join us for a meal, too.â
âThat, uh, that would be fine, yes,â he mumbles, taking his seat and avoiding looking at everyone except you. âLetâs start the meeting.â
Youâre there for over two hours, rehashing the entire process, given that itâs the first event out of many that the team organized. Jungkook is generous in complimenting everyone, including you, and he gives updates on the interest generated and all the artists heâll be meeting in their respective studios as a result.Â
The Ministry of Culture minister likewise pledged support, promising a linkage with the international media festival organizers like Jungkook had hoped. Youâve all accomplished so much in so little time, but the rest of the timeline shows that thereâs still so much ground to cover. You plan the next steps and then spend half an hour talking about the other small projects that the VPâs office is managing before Jungkook adjourns the meeting and orders you all to head home to get some rest while he stays behind to work some more.
You follow him this time, trying your best to be stable as you take the bus home. You manage to buy some beef bone soup on the way for dinner, and once thatâs all finished and you take a long hot shower to hopefully get rid of the stress in your body, you plop down on your bed and fall asleep with no warning at all.Â
You wake up in the middle of the night, your clogged nose keeping you from breathing. With puffy eyes, you search for your eucalyptus inhaler and take your medicine before going back to bed and hoping that when you wake up, youâll feel less terrible than you do right now.Â
But you donât, as you wake up to your alarm not long after and feel even worse. Your body is sore, your head feels heavy, and itâs a struggle to even turn to your side to try to pull yourself off the bed. Knowing thereâs no way youâll manage today, you call Mr. Ri and inform him that youâre unwell and canât make it to work.Â
âI canât even type nor talk properly right now,â you tell him. âCan youââ
âIâll tell Jungkook, donât worry,â he assures you. âAnd just to remind you, youâre sick, okay? So stay in bed, donât do chores or anything, and donât think about work for even a second. You hear me? And update me on how you are.â
âYes,â you cough out. âThank you.â
You lie underneath the covers and hope to the heavens that more sleep would make you feel a bit of relief and it does, given that when your phone rings five hours later, you donât feel like your head is splitting apart.Â
âGood, youâre awake,â Mr. Ri says on the other end after you greet him. âCan you open your door?â
âOkay, just give me a few minutes. Iâm exceptionally slow this morning.â
Mr. Ri laughs but tells you to take your time. You put on a hoodie over your gray sweatpants and briefly wash your face before opening the door.Â
âWorkâs got to you, huh?â He asks worriedly as he stands in front of you. âIs it bad enough to warrant a visit to the hospital? I can drive you there.â
âIâll manage,â you mumble. âBut what are you doing here, Mr. Ri? Mr. Jeon has a meeting in an hour.â
âI know. But he wanted me to give you this.â
The older man initially hands you a large paper bag but decides to just place it on your table given your weak state. He removes the containers of chicken noodle soup, rice porridge, and soybean sprout soup, boxes of soft bread, and a small jar of yuja marmalade for tea.Â
âWhatââ
âYour meals for the next few days so you donât have to worry about preparing them,â Mr. Ri says. âJungkook wants you to focus on resting. He wants you to take Monday off, too.â
You look at him and suddenly feel like crying. You knew that waking up, youâd be worrying about what to eat, given that you barely have ingredients to work with. You also donât have the energy to make anything, especially something thatâd help with your health. Jungkook just relieved you of that, and at a time like today, you feel what itâs like to be cared for. And though you can argue with him using his own words - your health isnât his responsibility - you wonât pretend that it doesnât give you comfort knowing that heâd made the effort to buy all this and have them brought to you.Â
You talk a little bit more before he heads out, and you lead him to the door where you look across the street where the car is parked. Your eyes may be puffy but you donât miss the silhouette behind that backseat window.Â
âHow is she?â Jungkook asks as Mr. Ri enters the car and slowly drives away.
âShe looks like someone whoâs been working hard these past months and in need of rest. She says itâs normal but this is probably the worst. These few days off will be good for her.â
âI hope so, too.â
âSheâs thankful for the food, Jungkook,â the older man says. âI know sheâd probably say you didnât have to but I could tell it meant a lot to her. She doesnât always ask for help, you know? Itâs good youâre somehow letting her know that she can count on you when she needs you. If this is you making it up to her, youâre on the right path.â
Jungkook hums in acknowledgement, although unsure what it means for him. Is it to compensate? To apologize again? To return the favor because youâd done it first? Is it to let you know that he has your back, too, the way youâve been showing him that you have his?Â
Heâs alerted by a message, your name on his screen somehow making his heart jump. Itâs a text message and not one from the usual messaging app you both use for work purposes because, well, thatâs really the only thing you talk about.
[From: EA Cho] Thank you, Jungkook. I really appreciate it.
Itâs the use of his name. Itâs the sincerity in your simple words.Â
He smiles to himself.Â
Whatever it means to you, he knows it means another thing to him. He doesnât want you to feel alone. And that in the coldest nooks of his uncaring heart, he actually does care for you. For this moment, heâll acknowledge it. For this moment, heâll let himself feel it. He can only hope you feel it, too.
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PAC: HOW DOES YOUR CRUSH FEEL ABOUT YOU? đ©·âïžđ§š




đ¶ we found love in a hopeless place đ¶ timeless reading , pick a picture , whatâs going through your crushes mind ?đ
PILE 1
They feel very sure about their feelings for you. I get a calm vibe from them, very relaxed energy. When they decide something, they are firm about it. They feel like youâre very beautiful. Like you set a beauty standard, prettier then anyone else he has his eyes on. I just heard âbeauty queenâ. I just thought of Lana Del Rey for some reason I think some of you guys look like her or have the vibe/aesthetic/essence. Anyway though they see a future with you, and theyâre plotting on you, thereâs like a timeline theyâre following you know nothing about lol. They think of you as theirs already đ°ââïž.
PILE 2
The way your crush feels about you is sincere. They seem to be someone who is blunt and direct with their energy. Masculine vibes. Heâs seems like a gentleman like he was raised well and he will treat a girl how his parents taught him to. Heâs a bit oblivious tho lol like he wouldnât catch a hint if someone liked him. I see him asking you out one day very formally. Like with some little gift or treat, and asking you on a date âproperlyâ. He has respect for you. If any of yâall are teenagers, he wants to ask you to prom đ.
PILE 3
Your crush is good at keeping a poker face. They daydream about you so intensely. Youâre more than just a person to them but like a ethereal frequency. A divine concept to behold. Aww youâre so special to them, but youâd never know it in the 3D realm. Maybe energetically first. Some of you guys rejected this person indirectly, or they interpreted something you said as rejection. I feel literal distance between you two, but youâll see each other again definitely. They hope to make you their gf one day but from their end itâs really just only a hope đ„ș.
PILE 4
They think youâre a hard nut to crack. Something about you intimidates them, but they canât stop thinking about you. If you wear glasses they love that. They love if you look like a teacher/librarian. Ok either heâs a nerd or youâre a nerd but itâs giving that for some reason. Like âcute nerdy crushâ đ€. Heâd like if you came up to him and just stared him down with intense eye contact. If something does happen between yâall, itâd be in the fall months like October/November. I see them planning something for you around then đ«¶.
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Tomiko Moriyama (she/they) as my entry for the Total Drama Sims season 3 by @jonquilyst!! (thanks for letting me participate <3)
also huge wall of slightly amusing text below the cut (you've been warned!) cause i was caffeinated and ended up having some fun with this ৻( âąÌ á âąÌ ৻)
đ© Age: 14 đȘ Lives in: Strangerville đ Goals in life: to open a bug museum đ Orientation: thinks girls are cute, but doesn't want to waste their short teen years chasing them around (that's what the 20's are for!) đ¶ Hidden talent: encyclopedic knowledge of kpop girl group's songs and dances đ„ Honorable titles: -> 'Mighty Collector of the Fun Hats' -> 'Prestigious Ambassador' at the ''International Bug Diplomacy Federation'' (only actual human member, but it'll grow, just wait!) đLikes: iridescent beetles / cut rock hard candy / slippery mud you can draw on / putting googly eyes on random things đ Dislikes: homework / cleaning things that'll get dirty again / humans evil bug killing inventions (unless it's a laser shooting death ray gun for mosquitoes, cause yeah, even a bug loving girl hates those bastards!)
[RECORD 434, another sunny day in strange Strangerville]
đŽ ⶠâąáá||á|á||||áâââââá|âą
(sound of someone clearing their throat, followed by what's obviously a kid trying to speak in an exaggerated deep voice)
Tomiko: "Tomiko is a girl who didn't need a home with walls or windows - the roof to her 'home' has always been the sky above." (pauses, mutters to themselves) Ooh that's a good one! Wait, people will think i live in the woods, no? Wouldn't that be the dreamâŠ
(moment of silence as Tomiko daydreams, then remembers she just started recording)
"Tomiko doesn't have many friends, because she was destined to be a free-spirited loner. With the exception of Clarisse, a girl who dreams ofbecoming a marine biologist. Clarisse was made fun of by strangers on a dumb internet show she went to one day, all because she wanted to win the money and go on a trip to Sulani. Now everyone calls her the 'Dolphin Girl'. After Tomiko decided to console her at lunch in school, both of them ended up bonding over their crazy obssession with nature. They've been inseparable friends ever since."
(another pause, followed by an audible sigh)
"Well, they were inseparable, until Tomiko moved away. Now Clarisse is being weird for no reason... anyways, where was i?
(forgets why they went on a Clarisse tangent and starts to fumble with their unorganized notes)
"Oh yes, destined to be a free-spirited loner, ya-da ya-da. Unfortunately, Tomiko was forced to live in a boring house made of bricks, with white furniture, and a mom who was always mad about her muddy boots on the carpet."
(voice shifts to mimic the mom's screech)
- I'm not gonna raise a savage wild child! Since you love dirt so much, go live with your bum of a father in that Strangerplace world, or whatever it's called.
"Best thing to ever happen to me!" (voice switches to normal accidentally, then goes back to the fake deep one) - I mean - best thing to ever happen to Tomiko! Even though her dad looks kinda weird lately, walking around aimlessly at night in search of his mother. Classic dad, being a weirdo. No idea how this man got married..."
- Dad, I told you grandma still lives in Willow Creek. Why do you think she's in the middle of the desert? Also, she wouldn't be caught dead wasting away her fabulous heels in this god-forsaken place.
"Tomiko pretends she doesn't see it, because now she can do whatever she wants, why complicate things? The only problem is, there isn't much to do in Strangerville with the infection rumors going on, and all the damn sus soldiers. Also, the taste of travelling for the first time has left her wanting to see more. Imagine all the bugs she could find?! But you need money for that, sooo⊠what to do, what to doâŠ"
(voice returns to normal, a bit defensive)
"Okay, fine, I'm the one recording this⊠(sighs) I know what you're thinking - "just steal from your dad!". Seriously, who do you think I am? Anyways, I did something else instead. I heard there's this competition with other teens where you get to travel the world, and guess what? I signed up for it! Without my parents knowing, of course, but that is irrelevant. They won't even notice I'm gone, I fear. I just hope the organizers don't ask for their permission, because Clarisse was the one who knew how to fake signatures, but now she's hanging out with other kids at school, and thinks she's better than me."
(inhales, then proceeds to speak loudly at a wall, probably)
"Like... Nina? The enemy? Be so for real right now Clarisse! My life is just grand without you! I'll get to travel the world and educate people on how bugs are friends, and definitely NOT disgusting or too dangerous! Well, most times. I'll also prove that even if you're a weird bug loving kid like me, you can still have a chance at a game that requires you to make friends. It'll be eaaasy! In a few weeks I'll be like, Clarisse who? Hahah!"
(brief pause on their flex-rant, which is totally NOT a defense mechanism because she's hurt by them growing apart. They return, slightly worried)
"Do you think I can die in there? Cause gosh, let's hope not! Imagine going on an adventure of a lifetime and not being able to tell people about your heroic deeds... that'd be so lame! Anyways, I'll see you when I see you, whoever is listening to this⊠Tomi out!"
đ„ ⶠâąÄ±Ä±Ä±Ä±Ä±Ä±Ä±Ä±Ä±Ä±Ä±Ä±Ä±Ä±Ä±Ä±Ä±âą
[RECORD ENDS]
wow if you're still here, thanks for reading, you wonderful bean! here, have a cute snail
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#had no idea if putting these things â â in the text makes any difference but i hope its not too difficult to understand ;_;#what fish girl references?#TDS3#ts4#sims 4#ts4 edit#simblr#my sims
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track five - birds of a feather, we should stick together
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SUMMER BREAK 2023
ines_alonso, charles_leclerc, and oscarpiastri posted new stories
what is genuinely wrong with this man?? why is she standing in the middle of the road?? to take a selfie?? surprise shawty!!
maxverstappen1 replied to your story
maxverstappen1 how much time do you have?? ines_alonso GO TO THERAPY!! maxverstappen1 i'll go when you do ines_alonso that's not fair. you have deeper trauma than me. maxverstappen1 bitch please
alex_albon replied to your story
alex_albon this is such a charles thing to do ines_alonso it was oscar actually alex_albon no freaking way oscar did that ines_alonso oh boy oscar has all of you fooled into thinking he's normal.
francesca.cgomes replied to your story
francesca.cgomes you wouldn't understand the need for perfect lighting, you're a man charles_leclerc in the middle of a road?? francesca.cgomes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do leclerc charles_leclerc you're right, i'm so sorry
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logansargeant mate, what is that picture of charles? oscarpiastri he pissed me off so i took a horrible picture of him logansargeant what the hell did he do to you? oscarpiastri he called my car ugly piece of metal, after i jokingly said i wouldn't be caught dead in a ferrari logansargeant i will never understand how your relationship works oscarpiastri charles and i like to squabble for shits and giggles. inés hates it.
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ines_alonso we're gonna have fun in sun âïžđ¶
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maxverstappen1 i was unaware we were doing a couples holiday?? where's my invite??
alex_albon lost in the post i guess ines_alonso this was 100% an accident maxverstappen1 traitors, both of you
lilymhe let's run away together and leave the boyfriends behind?
ines_alonso deal, when and where? alex_albon oh i bet [redacted] just let out an unholy screech ines_alonso can confirm that is what just happened. he is now pouting on the couch.
user01 are those, high school musical lyrics?
user02 how the fuck did you recognize that? it's the most generic ass caption. user01 i had a huge crush on vanessa hudgens, i still do, so i naturally watched hsm so many times. user03 THOSE ARE HSM LYRICS!! I WOULD RECOGNIZE THEM ANYWHERE!!
alex_albon i see we're not including the picture where [redacted] almost drowned you
fernandoalo_oficial sorry what? ines_alonso he's being dramatic. alex pushed me off the boat and [redacted] helped me up fernandoalo_oficial i know where you live alexander alex_albon you don't? fernandoalo_oficial that's what i want you to think alex_albon i'm actually scared now
charles_leclerc you look angry in that second picture
ines_alonso some girl was flirting with my boyfriend charles_leclerc understandable, have a good day user03 charles said, not my problem user04 well, if the rumors are true, then i want to know was someone flirting with oscar or charles?? user05 probably charles user03 put some respect on my man oscar †liked by arthur_leclerc user04 arthur leclerc, head of the oscar piastri defense club
francesca.cgomes did you guys play mermaids??
ines_alonso you know it but someone (alex) was being a party pooper and didn't want to play logansargeant common alex albon L alex_albon uncalled for logan francesca.cgomes i would play mermaids with you inĂ©s ines_alonso marry me đ©đ»ââ€ïžâđâđ©đ»đ
sebastianvettel it was nice seeing you inés!
ines_alonso please come back to the grid. we miss you. we need you. sebastianvettel i quite like retirement ines_alonso so did my dad and then he came back
patriciooward wow and no visit??
ines_alonso you literally told me, 'i don't want to see you' patriciooward lies. slander. dishonor on you! dishonor on your cow! ines_alonoso i'm telling rossi! patriciooward I'M TELLING ROSSI!
user06 inés being friends with a bunch of people in different careers will never not be funny to me.
user07 girl is out here collecting friends in different careers like infinity stones user06 it's more like pokémon no? there's only six infinity stones user07 see now that you say that pokémon makes more sense
user08 papaya orange and ferrari red nails?? she's dating charles and oscar confirmed.
user09 nurse, she's out again but also i aspire to be this delusional user08 you'll see that i was right when the confirm it themselves.
oscarpiastri why does it look like you were in four different countries already??
ines_alonso i was only in three oscar! just because your ass is a homebody and prefers to be in australia doesn't mean the rest of us do?? oscarpiastri i was literally in monaco?? bumped into charles and everything maxverstappen1 ahh the proper monaco experience, bumping into prince charles at least once charles_leclerc okay so fuck you max. maxverstappen1 name a time and place baby đ kellypiquet đ€šđ€š ines_alonso đ€šđ€š oscarpiastri đ€šđ€š arthur_leclerc đ€šđ€š alex_albon đ€šđ€š fernandoalo_oficial đ€šđ€š danielricciardo đ€šđ€š patriciooward đ€šđ€š f1 đ€šđ€š logansargeant đ€šđ€š redbullracing đ€šđ€š lewishamilton đ€šđ€š lorenzotl đ€šđ€š jensonbutton đ€šđ€š scuderiaferrari đ€šđ€š pierregasly đ€šđ€š instagram đ€šđ€š puma đ€šđ€š maxverstappen1 man you guys know what i meant ines_alonso happy pride month i guess đłïžâđ alex_albon BE WHOOO YOOOOUUU ARRREEE!!! danielricciardo it's okay we support! ALLY!!! maxverstappen1 the three of you can go fuck yourselves
user10 max is never beating the gay allegations after this
user11 this plus the grindr thing, i fear the closet is made of glass user12 to be fair, max does nothing to help the allegations

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đ ines_alonso the alternate caption was betty, james, and august if they got their heads out of their ass and dated each other but oscar said that would send people into a coma
user13 THAT'S WHAT WOULD SEND US INTO A COMA?? NOT EVERYTHING ELSE??
user14 girl, not you tagging taylor swift. (also was that for speak now (tv)?)
ines_alonso taylor has to know that i am committed to her and the agony her albums bring me, even when i'm in a relationship (yes it was. nothing better than crying to dear john)
logansargeant IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME!! I WAS GOING TO LOSE IT IF YOU DIDN'T ANNOUNCE IT SOON!!
oscarpiastri you're being dramatic logansargeant i'm going to enter a secret relationship and force you to keep it a secret and see how long it takes for you to crack
user15 THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME IS WAS OSCAR AND CHARLES!!
user16 I TOLD YOU GUYS BUT NOOO YOU ALL CALLED ME CRAZY. I EXPECT AN APOLOGY WITH TEARS!! user15 NOT THE FUCKING TIME ANNIE!! user16 IT'S ALWAYS THE RIGHT TIME TO RUB IT IN EVERYONE'S FACES THAT I WAS RIGHT!!
pierregasly THE GROUP CHAT IS FREED FROM THE SHACKLES!!
charles_leclerc calm down calmar, no need to be so dramatic pierregasly DRAMATIC? I KEPT THIS SECRET FOR 2 YEARS CHARLES! 2 YEARS!
alex_albon oh thank god. i can breath again
ines_alonso you're exaggerating albono alex_albon i am not exaggerating, i couldn't handle keeping this a secret any longer.
taylorswift i think the alternate caption would've been much better đ
ines_alonso holy shit- i died, dead, deceased. rip me. please marry my dad taylorswift tell him to show me the ring first đđ ines_alonso oh my god fernandoalo_oficial you heard the lady!! fernandoalo_oficial please don't feed into her delusions. dumb and dumber do enough of that already charles_leclerc if the lady wants to play mermaids in the middle of the ocean, then we'll play mermaids fernando oscarpiastri yeah fernando, if she wants to play mermaids we'll play mermaids taylorswift oh this adorable
oscarpiastri have i told you that i love you lately?
charles_leclerc funny because this morning you called us 'pain in my ass' oscarpiastri no, i called you that because you set fernando's kitchen on fire again! ines_alonso i love you oscaroo!! charles_leclerc hey!! what about me?? ines_alonso love you charlie
user17 i don't know what's funnier the argument in the comments between oscar, charles, and inés or charles being a pyromaniac when it comes to fernando's kitchen
user18 charles should be banned from the kitchen oscarpiastri we have banned him but he still tries to cook charles_leclerc sebastian would never treat me like this danielricciardo no, he'd treat you worse. that man is controlling in the kitchen and you know it.
scuderiaferrari â€ïžđ©·đ§Ą
louieee oh baby girl i'm so happy for you and your boys. so glad the three of you finally decided to do this.
ines_alonso thanks for helping max convince me to go on that date đ©· louieee anything to see that beautiful smile back on your face đ©·
scuderiaferrari admin is definitely shocked and did not catch inés and oscar sneaking into charles' drivers room in australia...last year
mclaren admin over here is also shocked and did not catch charles and inĂ©s sneaking out of oscar's drivers room in miami this year... ines_alonso shout out to the best admins ever astonmartinf1 so guess who lied, like a liar ines_alonso no! i swear it's not what it looks like!! astonmartinf1 heart đ been đ broke đ so đ many đ times đ
mclaren we call dibs for the next race weekend!!
scuderiaferrari um no đ€âïž you guys had her last weekend? astonmartinf1 um actually she's going to be in our garage look what happened last time she was with mclaren scuderiaferrari that was not our fault mclaren according to the footage it was redbullracing maybe she should be in our garage instead scuderiaferrari forget you man mclaren over our dead body astonmartinf1 that can be arranged đ
patriciooward i would like everyone to know that i have known since the start!!
user19 and when was that pato? patricooward since 2021 user19 2021? I THOUGHT THESE BITCHES STARTED DATING IN 2022?? patriciooward i fear this is common knowledge? user19 TO WHO PATRICIO? TO FUCKING WHO?
user20 oh the mclaren and ferrari teddies. i could die, they're so adorable.
ines_alonso they gave them to me after oscar's mclaren announcement because and i quote, 'you need to have us with you at night when we're not here.' user20 oh that's so fucking cute ines_alonso this was also before they found out i would be working for sky sports
maxverstappen1 glad you're finally happy inĂ©s. you deserve happiness đ©·
ines_alonso we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you forcing me to go on that date đ©· so thanks for that maxie!! charles_leclerc yes, thank you for that max oscarpiastri have i told you how much i like you? as a friend, that is. NO ONE START RUMORS!! maxverstappen1 as if i would ever date you oscarpiastri excuse you, i'm a fucking catch charles_leclerc not that you would ever need to know because that's my boyfriend not yours ines_alonso correction leclerc, *our boyfriend
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charles_leclerc mon soleil et ma lune â€ïž [my sun and my moon]
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oscarpiastri i see who the favorite in this relationship is..
charles_leclerc she doesn't scream at me when i set the kitchen on fire. you do. oscarpiastri IT WAS 3 IN THE MORNING CHARLES! charles_leclerc even during the day you yell at me! oscarpiastri i'm sorry i don't want our apartment to burn down
arthur_leclerc i want everyone to know that i have caught oscar several times wearing the sally shirt
oscarpiastri sometimes inés forces charles to wear the mater shirt so she gets to wear the lightning mcqueen shirt logansargeant it's true, i've seen it happen. ines_alonso i just want to say kachow!
sebastianvettel so you didn't hate them?
charles_leclerc we agreed to never talk about that again sebastian. ines_alonso no this sounds like a conversation we should be having oscarpiastri i agree, tell us everything sebastian. sebastianvettel oh you two should know what i'm talking about charles_leclerc STOP! PLEASE STOP!
user21 their conversations seem to be so fucking unhinged and i love that
user22 honestly the three of them are so fucking unhinged user21 they're so fucking iconic, i love this for them
patriciooward so that's a no on being your fourth?
oscarpiastri according to charles he will only "tolerate one man in obnoxious orange" patriciooward it's papaya? charles_leclerc it's a shade of orange patricio. patriciooward papaya is not orange charles. it's papaya. papaya is it's own thing.
user23 charles breaking his theme for those two? oh he in love love
user24 never thought i would live to see the day but i love it user23 charles has an emotional attachment to that theme, so this is a surprise
scuderiaferrari congratulations to the happy couple!
mclaren they're not married đ scuderiaferrari they could be and we wouldn't even know it. astonmartinf1 speak for yourselves, we would definitely know, fernando would never shut up about it.
user25 HIS SUN AND HIS MOON? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???
user26 THAT'S WHAT THAT MEANS?? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME LECLERC?! user25 BESTIE THE TRANSLATION IS RIGHT THERE!! user26 MY FAT FINGERS CAN'T TOUCH THE TRANSLATION BUTTON!!
maxverstappen1 i know for a fact she's holding a red bull can in that photo
charles_leclerc i will NOT be posting red bull propaganda on my page georgerussell63 WHO THE FUCK TAUGHT YOU THAT WORD? oscapiastri i wonder who could've possible done that alex_albon why the fuck are you teaching him the word propaganda in the first place?! oscarpiastri all i said was that the hatred a specific family was spewing was propaganda against him and the word stuck maxverstappen1 sometimes having you around is good
carlossainz55 what the fuck? what the fuck is this?
charles_leclerc so that is who i forgot to block... maxverstappen1 YOU STILL FOLLOW HIM BUT YOU WON'T FOLLOW ME BACK? charles_leclerc YOU FUCKING CHEATED THAT'S WHY! maxverstappen1 HE CHEATED ON HIS EX-GIRLFRIEND! IF ANYONE IS THE CHEATER IT'S HIM! alex_albon CLOCK HIM MAX! louieee oh max emilian verstappen, you make me so fucking proud sometimes.
oscarpiastri this man is acting as if he didn't purposefully tell us to hard launch because he wanted to piss someone off
ines_alonso right, as if he wasnât losing his shit earlier charles_leclerc is this what my life is now? you two roasting all the time? alex_albon mate, they do this to you in private all the time already logansargeant the group chat has seen some shit man fernandoalo_oficial she call you and oscar bald headed demons user27 yo, what the fuck goes on in their group chat?
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oscarpiastri one of us has set fernando, jenson, sebastian, and lewis' kitchens on fire, but i won't tell you who𧥠hint: it's the one who gets offended when you call him french
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arthur_leclerc why am i always getting dragged into shit?
maxverstappen1 because dumb, dumber, and dumbest have two people each they always drag into shit alex_albon this shit isn't funny anymore. i've been suffering with max for ages it should be louie suffering not me. pierregasly free us! logansargeant you two try being in the junior categories with dumb and dumber as they fail to flirt fredrickvestiofficial never been so happy to not have an f1 seat louieee i think you mean, they have two drivers they drag into shit because i don't go through half the shit you guys do. just ask alex how much he suffers in my place ines_alonso honestly fuck you guys
aussiegrit congrats on going public, even if it took you months to tell me.
oscarpiastri it was over a year and a half actually. aussiegrit i take back my congratulations oscarpiastri sebastian wouldn't treat me like this aussiegrit disowned. sebastianvettel welcome to the family oscar aussiegrit go away, who invited you?
user27 not oscar choosing an old picture of him and inés to one up charles
user28 we were in the trenches hoping they would end up together since 2017 user27 real and now they're together with charles.
jensonbutton charles is no longer allowed back in my home
charles_leclerc i was just there 2 weeks ago? lewishamilton more like you're no longer allowed in our kitchens except for fernando's, burn that down if you wish. fernandoalo_oficial this is why you lost 2021 lewishamilton this is why i beat you in 2007 fernandoalo_oficial WE WERE EQUAL IN POINTS! lewishamilton I STILL GOT 2ND PLACE OVER YOU!!
user29 the chaos these three bring to the world of f1 is unmatched
user30 no cause what the fuck do you mean mark ended up with fernando and seb in another universe? user31 this is my favorite f1 inside joke ever
nicolepiastri is this why you said he was never allowed to cook in the house?
charles_leclerc HE TOLD ME YOU DIDN'T LIKE ANYONE IN YOUR KITCHEN?! oscarpiastri i'd like my family to live, thank you very much charles_leclerc you're a liar piastri nicolepiastri every time, every single time ines_alonso imagine what it's like living with them.
user32 all i see is barbie and her kens
ines_alonso I TOLD THEM I WAS BARBIE! alex_albon to be fair, they said you were racer barbie maxverstappen1 then you proceeded to argue over what racing series racer barbie would be in. pierregasly and you called them bald headed demons, again logansargeant all in our group chat while fernando and daniel squabbled over multi-21 for some reason user32 i think i just shit myself...
hattiepiastri the best part about oscar and charles is their girlfriend
ines_alonso best part about oscar is his sisters and mom đ©· arthur_leclerc and for charles it's his brothers right? ines_alonso no, it's your mom?? arthur_leclerc mommy issues alonso over here fernandoalo_oficial i know where you live leclerc arthur_leclerc nevermind, i take it back. ines_alonso according to charlie i don't have mommy or daddy issues, i have family issues fernandoalo_oficial i know where he lives too. charles_leclerc she was being self-deprecating! YOU SAID THAT WAS ALLOWED! fernandoalo_oficial i will let it slide, this time.
nicolepiastri finally someone who can help you do your laundry
lorenzotl charles dyed all of their white laundry red. fernandoalo_oficial inés caught the washing machine on fire by not clearing out the lint compartment nicolepiastri god help them
user33 i want to know how often charles and inés are causing oscar headaches
oscarpiastri so often that i've lost count. user33 oh it's that bad? ines_alonso he's a bitchass liar is what he is. i've never caused him problems in my life. that is a lie. charles_leclerc i accidently cause problems. it's not on purpose. oscarpiastri inés nearly fell off the balcony trying to grab one of our cats and charles fell down three flights of stairs, more than 5 times already. user33 holy shit, someone get those two hazard pay or something.
lorenzotl maman wants to know if you three are coming over for dinner?
charles_leclerc this couldn't have been a text? lorenzotl oh i tried, someone (you) kept ignoring me so i came here. ines_alonso i would never do this to you lorenzo oscarpiastri i wouldn't either lorenzo charles_leclerc STOP FLIRTING WITH MY BROTHER! ines_alonso have you seen him?? oscarpiastri i do what i want
user34 with every comment i find out more and more about these three
user35 ines and oscar flirting with lorenzo makes so much sense though user36 i've seen enough, netflix get them their own series. forget dts
landonorris what the hell? is this a joke?
oscarpiastri my relationship is very much not a joke lando. despite what max says maxverstappen1 it was one fucking time oscar, let it fucking go. oscarpiastri no â€ïž logansargeant this is why people think max is a part of your relationship. jensonbutton he's not? oscarpiastri jenson i swear to god- user37 the world could not handle the combined powers of lestappen as a couple †by charles_leclerc and maxverstappen1 ines_alonso WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LIKING THAT SHIT? maxverstappen1 drama.

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charles_leclerc i am not dramatic
oscarpiastri you lost it over a pair of socks 2 weeks ago. charles_leclerc they're my favorite socks! ines_alonso they look like all your other socks?? charles_leclerc i know which ones are my favorites, thank you very much. oscarpiastri you're so weird sometimes
maxverstappen1 who the fuck did you grab lunch with? cause that sure as hell isn't me or alex??
ines_alonso i have other friends?? alex_albon that's a funny joke. never joke again. maxverstappen1 you actually don't?? ines_alonso i do. alex_albon what are you cooking baby alonso?? ines_alonso cooking up a diabolical plan to get rid of the sf-23 charles_leclerc for legal reasons this is a joke ines_alonso no it isn't
mclaren please tell charles to not tweet a hate tweet about oscar. we need a break over here.
scuderiaferrari don't worry bestie, we got him on lockdown astonmartinf1 free my boy he ain't do nothing wrong
user38 gay (affectionate)
user39 so true bestie, but this doesn't explain the way charles looks at max?? ines_alonso please don't bring it up. it's a sore subject. maxverstappen1 you're just salty because your man likes me more than you oscarpiastri i am not above throttling a dutch fucker verstappen user40 oscar piastri, i'm sorry, i was not aware of your game
user41 OSCAR PIASTRI CALLED MAX A DUTCH FUCKER??
user42 this man is so chaotic. it's always the quiet ones... user43 he's so unhinged. i love him
landonorris wait, so this wasn't a joke??
alex_albon and the award for never being able to read the room goes too... landonorris CARLOS SAID IT WAS A JOKE?? charles_leclerc do you want to see me shove my tongue down oscar's throat?? will you believe it then?? louieee carlos also said he would never cheat on isa and yet here we are?? landonorris who the fuck invited you?? louieee myself, you winless bitch fernandoalo_oficial as the children say, GAGGED HIM!!
user44 the year is 2054 and people are looking back at how f1 world champions charles leclerc and oscar piastri (it's going to happen, trust me) threatened to shove their tongues down each other's throat...
user45 OKAY!! charles threatened to shove HIS tongue down oscar's throat. not oscar. user44 same difference
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lilymhe just be my wag? you never have to struggle with rosso corsa and papaya ever again.
ines_alonso you're so right oscarpiastri back đ€ș off charles_leclerc i am not gods strongest soldier
user45 girl are you forgetting the aston martin of it all??
user46 aston martin daughter, red bull/williams bestie, ferrari/mclaren girlfriend. inés pick a struggle user47 i wish i had that struggle
charles_leclerc how dare you wear his number but not mine?? dishonorable!
georgerussell63 yeah inés, how could you? where is your honor? alex_albon and no mention of her father?? who won monza in 2010?? no honor! maxverstappen1 how could you do this inés?? danielricciardo people these days have no honor ines_alonso oh shut up, you people are dramatic.
patriciooward maybe you should just come to an indycar race. no struggles there.
charles_leclerc she is one comment away from dumping us. please stop patricio. oscarpiastri they only papaya she'll wear is in support of mclaren not arrow mclaren. ines_alonso it's truly a shame the indy 500 falls on the weekend of the monaco grand prix patriciooward a shame really
user48 i think inés and pato live for terrorizing charles and oscar.
user49 the only man charles and oscar seem to be insecure about is patricio o'ward. and honestly, i get it. louieee right?! where do i find a man like that?? user48 louie is the realest person in these comments honestly.
francesca.cgomes ditch the men and become my wag instead.
ines_alonso done. when do i start? oscarpiastri charles might actually get a heart attack if you keep joking about this arthur_leclerc no one ever died of a heart attack charles_leclerc are you serious right now?
user50 i live for the domestics in the comments between oscar, charles, and inés
user51 truly the highlight of my week when they do that
pierregasly i would appreciate it if you would stop flirting with my girlfriend?? she should only be giggling and kicking her feet over me.
ines_alsonso it's not my fault i'm a better flirter than you?? francesca.cgomes she just gets me charles_leclerc gonna go jump off a bridge brb (jokes) user52 had to clarify before pr got on his ass and the sainz family threw a party
user53 no one tells you how hard it is being a double wag because it's never been done before
user54 she may no longer be on the paddock as a driver but she will slay regardless user55 ones thing about inés alonso is that she will ALWAYS slay!!!
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The Ballad of Blunt Pencil & Pizza Wheel
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU
Summary: Comedy texting fic. Childhood frenemies moving in together is a great idea. Isn't it?
Warnings: None really. Swearing, references to sex, masturbation, dirty talk and spanking. Frenemies to lovers. Comedy. A fuckton of sass. Bridgerton family shenanigans.
Word Count: 3.9k tricky with text fics ngl
Author's Note: Request fill for Anon (who wanted Ben and reader to have been secretly in love with each other and get together after she has a breakup). It might be slightly unusual, but itâs what the muse insisted on as a response. Thanks to the ever-patient @colettebronte, who willingly reads my silliness, including a partial version of this nonsense. Enjoy! <3
BB: *Fraggle Rock theme tune*
Y/N: Why don't you just say hello like a normal person? Y/N: *Insert sighing emoji here* (I can't be arsed to find it)
BB: Excuse me, this is actually a very supportive message BB: I heard from El you got dumped
Y/N: And how does an 80s kids' show theme song help me with that??
BB: Have you paid attention to the opening line??
Y/N: No� Y/N: Too busy enjoying the rocking guitar tbh
BB: Fair BB: đ¶Dance your cares away, worries for another dayđ¶ BB: See?? supportive
Y/N: You are so weird Y/N: And also oddly accurate. He was a total muppet
BB: Itâs taken you 30 years to figure that out?? BB: Sorry to hear it
Y/N: No, just⊠appreciating it. Well, you Y/N: Thank you, by the way
BB: đ«¶đ
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3 weeks later
Y/N: What is the capital of Burundi? Pub quiz is getting fractious
BB: Why don't you cheat like every other team and just use Google? BB: Why bother old friends?
Y/N: Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Charisma, I didn't realise your Tuesday night was so busy
BB: Friends don't leave friends who love pub quizzes out of their pub quiz teams đ
Y/N: You're cute when you sulk Y/N: So⊠the answer?
BB: Iâm not Jeeves BB: Look it up yourself
Y/N: Wow, you really are such a blunt pencil
BB: ??
Y/N: Pointless
BB: Alright, pizza wheel
Y/N: ??
BB: All edge, no point
Y/N: *has left the conversation*
BB: Typing it doesn't make it happen
Y/N: *HAS LEFT THE CONVERSATION*
BB: Neither does yelling it pizza wheel
Y/N: Don't make me call you pencil boyâŠ
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5 weeks later
Y/N: Pencil boy, it happened again
BB: Yeah⊠definitely don't like that BB: What did?
Y/N: Send TV themeâŠ
BB: *Fraggle rock theme intensifies*
Y/N: Thank you
BB: No problems BB: Sorry to hear it
Y/N: Me too. Really thought this one would stick Y/N: He even liked my Cabbage Patch kidsÂ
BB: You still have that shit?! BB: They are low-key terrifying
Y/N: He did turn them all around when we had sex though đ€Â
BB: Got his number?
Y/N: Why??
BB: Sort of agree with him on that. Might want to be his friend, not yours
Y/N: Shut up, Pencil Boy
BB: Pizza Wheel BB: We have to stop flirting like this đ
Y/N: Pffft Y/N: This isnât flirtingÂ
BB: Isnât it?
Y/N: Are your clothes still on?Â
BB: Well, yeahâŠ
Y/N: Then itâs not my style of flirtingÂ
BB: Bit slutty (supportive)
Y/N: The brackets saved you there, Pencil Boy
BB: Well aware BB: Youâll be okay. Thereâs someone better out there for you BB: Someone who appreciates Cabbage Patch kids
Y/N: THANK YOU. Was that so hard?
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4 days later
Y/N: Can I call you?
BB: Yes of course BB: Whatâs wrong?
Y/N: Best explained over the phone Â
BB: Okay. Iâm here BB: Whatever you need
2 hours later
Y/N: Thank you friend Y/N: Just⊠thank youÂ
BB: Anytime 𧥠BB: I meant what I said BB: If you need it, itâs yours
Y/N: You are a great and wonderful friend Y/N: I may well do so đ§Ą
BB: You are always welcome here. For as long as you need
Y/N: đ«đ
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1 day later
CB: You invited Y/N to move in with you?!?!
AB: đł Surely not?!?! AB: He can only have one colossally bad idea a week and that hoodie was a choice
BB: Good evening to you too brothers BB: Hope youâre well BB: I'm fine, thanks. You?
CB: Yeah yeah whatever CB: I don't see a denial here
BB: đ€·Â
AB: You fucking idiot
BB: Why? Iâm trying to help a friend here BB: I thought it was a nice thing to do?
CB: It isÂ
AB: UsuallyÂ
CB: Thereâs just one problemÂ
AB: You are completely in love with her and have been since you were 5
BB: Pffft BB: PleaseâŠ
CB: Thatâs your denial?? CB: Even I could do a more convincing job than that
BB: Pen would suggest otherwiseâŠ
AB: Donât fling mud to distract AB: We are talking about your stupidity atm, not his
CB: Oi
AB: Donât even
BB: Listen⊠she just got dumped for the 100th time BB: Her flatmate is moving out cos they lost their job BB: She canât afford the rent on her own or a place by herself at the moment cos sheâs still burdened with debt resettlement from her criminal asshat ex from 2 years ago BB: She needs to be in London for her job and her parents have moved to Wales BB: What would you have done?
CB: Tell her to move in with El? CB: Or literally any of her other friends?!
BB: Well I have a spare roomâŠ
AB: So does El
BB:
AB: Memes? Really?
CB: Youâre just jealous cos you canât figure out text attachments
AB: Shut up
CB: Kate thinks itâs hilarious
AB: Leave my wife out of this
*BB has left the group*
*AB added BB back into the group*
AB: You donât get to quit being our brotherÂ
BB: Shame
3 minutes later
CB: Wait⊠What did you mean about Pen?
AB: How can you be this stupid? I paid for you to go to EtonâŠ
*BB has left the group*
AB: Canât fault him this time tbh
*AB has left the group*
CB: RudeâŠ
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1 week later
EB: I have a spare room y'know
Y/N: Iâm aware
EB: So why subject yourself to Ben?
Y/N: You are all so horrible about each otherÂ
EB: And you love to watch itÂ
Y/N: đ€·ââïžđż Y/N: Anyway, Iâm here now Y/N: He bought new bedding for me đ„č Y/N: I didnât have the heart to tell him I already have 4 sets
EB: I know heâs my brother and thus deserving of shit. But donât torture him too much
Y/N: What the fuck are you talking about?
EB: I suspect he has a leeedle crush on you tbh
Y/N: Pffft Y/N: No he doesnât Y/N: All we do is call each other names and snark Y/N: Itâs been that way since 1994. I donât see it changing anytime soon
EB: Itâs like sheâs never read Shakespeare
Y/N: Thatâs BenedicK, not BenedicT
EB: Funny how you knew exactly what play I was referring to, Beatrice
5 seconds later
Y/N: Gen⊠Is Ben into me?!
GD: Whatâs brought this on?
Y/N: Answer the question!
GD: Why are you asking me if my ex likes you?
Y/N: Please⊠You fucked like twice 3 years ago and are still friends Y/N: Donât pretend there is any trauma here Y/N: Iâd really like to know, seeing as Iâve just moved in with himÂ
GD: You fucking did WHAT?! GD: Why?!
Y/N: I needed a new place Y/N: He was the first to offer
GD: What kind of rash reason is that?! GD: I have a spare room GD: El has a spare room GD: Dave and the gambling debts in your name werenât bad enoughâŠ? GD: Itâs like youâre actively trying to live in a Greek tragedy, I swear
Y/N: Donât invoke that shitâs name
GD: Sorry GD: But reallyâŠ
Y/N: So youâre saying heâs into me
GD: For an intelligent woman, you know fuck all GD: Even about yourself
Y/N: Why are all my friends so rude to me?!
GD: Bitch please. You are so in love with him
Y/N: Iâm not
GD: Yes you are GD: Heâs always the first person you text when you have a breakup
Y/N: Yeah⊠cos heâs the only one of my friends who ISN'T RUDE TO ME
GD: OR you always want him to be the first to know youâre single again
Y/N: Not sure I want to be your friend anymore
GD: Fine. Give me back my Canada Goose coat
Y/N: Let's not be too hasty nowâŠ
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2 days later
BB: Do we have milk?
Y/N: How should I know? I donât drink the stuff
BB: Arenât you working from home today?
Y/N: Yeah? And?
BB: You have these amazing things called legsâŠ
Y/N: I have a block button too yâknow
BB: You wouldn't block the hero who single-handedly removed 2 spiders from your room last night
Y/N: ⊠⊠Fiiiiine
20 seconds later
Y/N: We, or rather YOU, could do with some more
BB: Okay. Thank you
Y/N: If youâre in the mood, I wouldn't say no to some cheesecake
BB: Iâm not in the mood BB: Mostly because you are lactose intolerant and won't stop bitching about the regret afterwards BB: Iâll get you some non-dairy brownies
Y/N: What kind of flatmate are you?
BB: The awful kind who looks out for your best interests
Y/N: Urghhh, the very worst
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3 days later
Y/N: Bennnnnnn!! BEN!! SOS!!! Y/N: ANOTHER đ·ïž
BB: Itâs fucking 3am
Y/N: That's why I texted Y/N: So much politer than screaming and banging on your wall Y/N: Itâs not my fault you live on some kind of spider superhighway Y/N: I never would have moved in here if I knew
BB: Itâs harmless. Go back to sleep
Y/N: What about if this time itâs some poisonous one that crawled from a Shein package? And you wake up to a dead flatmate?
BB: Arguably, thatâs appropriate payback for your endorsement of such a horrendous company
Y/N: I don't judge you for your odd shelf of little rocks Y/N: So donât judge me for my sparkly shoe addiction
BB: How about I lend you a rock to throw at the spiders?
Y/N: How could you?!? I don't wish death upon them Y/N: Just for them to live their lives nowhere within my vicinity Y/N: You know you would have been back to sleep by now if you had just come in here?
BB: Iâm aware BB: I have no idea why Iâm still arguing with you on text BB: Slightly worried what that says about me tbh
Y/N: ITâS MOVING TOWARDS ME
BB: omw
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9 days later
KB: You guys need to stop
Y/N: What? Y/N: Why are you texting from my kitchen?
KB: Look at yourself KB: Itâs not your kitchen. Itâs my brother-in-lawâs
Y/N: I live here too, Kate
KB: And you need to stop
Y/N: STOP WHAT?
KB: Do you see where your feet are?
Y/N: ??On the sofa??
KB: They are in Benâs lap
Y/N: And??
KB: He has his hands wrapped around your ankles
Y/N: And?? Y/N: I get cold. He helps me sometimes
KB: When are you guys going to admit to what is happening here
Y/N: NOTHING IS HAPPENING
KB: Sure Jan
Y/N: Get back over here with the Monster Munch. I need Netflix snacks, not judgement
KB: Iâm just saying⊠I pulled this shit with Ant and you rightly called me on it
Y/N: MONSTER MUNCH KATE
KB: Donât glare over at me like that. Way to make it fucking obviousâŠ
2 seconds later
*BB added KB and Y/N to a new group*
BB: What are you two arguing about?!
Y/N: Mind ya business, Pencil Boy
KB: Your lack of decent snacks
BB: Not my area. She is responsible for all junk food purchases in this household. I will not be held liable.
3 seconds later
KB: Pencil boy??
Y/N: It's a long story
4 seconds later
*AB added KB, BB & Y/N to a new group*
AB: ARE WE WATCHING THIS FUCKING FILM OR NOT?!
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1 month later
Y/N: Gen⊠I fucked up
GD: What did you do??
Y/N: I should never have moved in here
GD: Yeah, I told you that weeks ago GD: Why the sudden revelation?
Y/N: He has a girl here
GD: And?
Y/N: I can hear them⊠thru the wall
GD: Yikes GD: Go for a walk or something
Y/N: No Gen. It's worse Y/N: So much worse Y/N: I can hear what he is saying
GD: GO FOR A WALK
Y/N: Gen help Y/N: Help Y/N: H.E.L.P. Y/N: It's turning me onâŠ
GD: I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW ANY OF THIS!
Y/N: I had no idea he was a dirty talker
GD: I could have told you thatâŠ
Y/N: Why didn't you?!
GD: Why would that ever be relevant to our friendship?!
Y/N: You know thatâs my weakness Y/N: You should have WARNED ME
GD: HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO PREDICT YOU WOULD EAVESDROP ON HIM HAVING SEX?!
Y/N: This is so awful Y/N: I don't know what to do Y/N: Iâm in a quandary Y/N: A damp quandary
GD: Eww T-M-FUCKING-I
Y/N: I might as well just masturbate at this point
GD: I am hanging up on this text thread GD: Iâm also off to put this phone in Dettol. Don't text me again for another few days
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2 days later
BB: Why are you avoiding me?
Y/N: Iâm not
BB: Yes you are BB: You haven't been home the last two nights BB: El said youâve been hanging around her placeÂ
Y/N: Ok fine. I am Y/N: This is so awkward Y/N: I⊠I heard you Y/N: Having sex Y/N: Iâm weirded out, okay?
BB: Shit⊠BB: Iâm so sorry BB: I thought you were out on a date
Y/N: It got rescheduled
BB: I'm so sorry BB: Next time I have company, I will double-check if you are home first
Y/N: Thank you Y/N: I will do the same
BB: Much appreciated BB: So, will you come home? BB: Thereâs a new series of The Cleaner tonightÂ
Y/N: It's not real blood, you know?
BB: I know, but it looks like it
Y/N: You can't keep hiding behind me. You miss key plot points. It's a comedy show, you know
BB: Just get back here, Pizza Wheel
Y/N: Calm down, Pencil Boy Iâm on my way
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9 days later
BB: Send him home
Y/N: ??
BB: You heard me
Y/N: Why are you eavesdropping on my Tinder hookup?
BB: Donât make me come in there and be a caveman about this. Just⊠BB: SEND HIM HOME
Y/N: I need sex
BB: Not from a twat like that you donât BB: When he is out of the bathroom, I want you to send him away
Y/N: ⊠Fine
3 minutes later
BB: Thank you
Y/N: You owe me a bloody orgasm
BB: He was likely incapable of giving you one BB: When you are sober, you will thank me BB: And probably regret that last comment
Y/N: I regret nothing Y/N: I DARE you Benedict fucking Bridgerton Y/N: I fucking DARE you to give me an orgasm
4 hours later
Y/N: Gen Gen Gen GENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Y/N: I know it's 2am, you are probably asleep, but I have to tell you smthg right the fuck nowwww Y/N: So, Ben went all protector shit on a loser I picked up on Tinder Y/N: Made me throw him out Y/N: I bitched that he owed me an orgasm Y/N: Might have been a bit too sassy, too many drinks Y/N: Anyway GENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Y/N: GENNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Y/N: He stomps into my room, and god, he justâŠ. Y/N: ARGHHHHHHHH Gen, he just took me, like respectfully, but also not at all respectfully Y/N: HE GAVE ME TWO Y/N: I am floating on a cloud. I can't feel my fucking knees Y/N: My flatmate is the best fuck I have EVER had Y/N: THIS IS TERRIBLE AND WONDERUL Y/N: I DONâT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY LIFE Y/N: HELP Y/N: PS Pls don't tell anyone
20 seconds later
BB: Stop freaking out about what just happened and come back to bed
Y/N: Ben we justâŠ
BB: I know. Active, enthusiastic participant here BB: Donât spiral about it. Just come back to bed BB: We can talk in the morning
Y/N: Did we just ruin everything?
BB: How is that not spiralling? BB: Get your lovely arse out of the bathroom and back in this bed, y/n, or istg I will spank it
Y/N: đČđ„”
BB: Oh I see. Hmm BB: Good to know đ
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5 hours later
GD: WHAT THE SERIOUS FUCK?!?!?!?! GD: THIS IS WHAT I WAKE UP TO?! GD: WHY DO YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?!? GD: CALL ME!!!!
2 hours later
EB: Why arenât you at work today? Are you sick? EB: Did the Shein spider get you?Â
1 hour later
EB: I guess it did EB: Serves you right đ
1 hour later
GD: WHY THE FUCK HAVENâT YOU CALLED ME BACK YET? GD: I must have left like 10 missed calls by now
2 hours later
AB: Not to sound like a total dick, I know weâre family etc., but you are supposed to tell me if youâre taking a day off work Ben AB: Even nepo babies have some responsibilities
30 minutes later
KB: Why are Gen and El wondering where you are? KB: Text them, and also me now, too KB: Iâm vaguely concerned but mostly nosey tbh
2 hours later
EB: ?????????
1 hour later
GD: Call me bitch.
2 hours later
CB: Where the fuck are you Ben? CB: You never miss boys' night down The Ship normally?
30 mins later
Y/N: Uh hi đ Y/N: Sorry⊠Y/N: I uhh have been busy today
EB: Gen and I were ABOUT TO SEND OUT A SEARCH PARTY
Y/N: Please tell her Iâm okay Y/N: I will call. Just not now
EB: Where are you?
Y/N: At home
EB: I am coming over!
Y/N: Please donât
EB: Why not?
Y/N: Another time Y/N: I know Iâm being all mysterious and shit Y/N: I will explain everything I promise
EB: Is Ben there?
Y/N: Yes
EB: Then tell him to look after you EB: Iâm weirded out, you weirdo
Y/N: Oh he will Y/N: I promise you he will Y/N: I errr won't be at work tomorrow either. Can you tell the boss?
EB: Are you sick?!
Y/N: Umm⊠yeah, let's go with that
EB: STOP BEING SO WEIRD
5 seconds later
BB: El, y/n is fine
EB: How is this any of your business?
BB: You literally asked for me to look after her 5 seconds ago
EB: How do you know that?! EB: Are you reading her texts?!
BB: She is showing them to me
EB: WHY!?! EB: What is this cloak and dagger shit?! EB: Did you fuck or something? Lol
1 minute later
EB: DID YOU?!?
1 minute later
EB: Y/N DID YOU FUCK MY BROTHER?!?
1 minute later
*EB added BB & Y/N to a new group*
EB: Answer me, you sneaky bitches
BB: We would appreciate some privacy at this time
10 seconds later
*EB added KB, AB, CB, PF, DB and SB to a new group*
EB: BEN AND Y/N ARE FUCKING
SB: Hello sister-in-law. Long time no chat. So lovely for us to catch up this way
EB: Donât sass me Bassett
PF: Err okay. Why⊠why am I on this Bridgerton family chat?
EB: Bitch please, you are family. Well, you will be soon
PF: ??
*CB removed PF from the group*
AB: Subtle
DB: Super smooth
*EB added PF to the group*
EB: IS NO ONE GOING TO RESPOND TO THIS LIFE-ALTERING NEWS?
KB: I mean⊠we all knew it was going to happen
CB: Surprised he held out this long tbh
DB: Heâs been in love with her since we were kids
EB: I thought he just fancied her a bit?!?!
AB: And they call ME the unobservant one?!
*PF left the group*
CB: Look what you did
*EB added PF to the group*
KB: Why did I marry into this family?
SB: Iâll take you for a drink sometime. You too Pen.
PF: ??
EB: Youâre all useless.
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2 days later
GD: *sings Where Do You Go by No Mercy tunelessly in your general direction*Â GD: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yt-KMPvgKPoÂ
Y/N: Awful but also bangin cheese choon for a Sunday evening ngl
GD: SHE LIVES!! GD: El seemed to think you have been having nonstop sex since Thursday. GD: Sheâs also not handling that idea very wellâlots of tequila.
Y/N: Not enough songs only have about 7 lyrics anymore. I miss the 90s.
GD: Avoiding that statement, huh?
Y/N: I will not dignify it with a response
GD: So thatâs a yes
Y/N: đ
8 days later
BB: I hate having a job đ
Y/N: Me too⊠đ Y/N: Iâll be naked when you get home if that's any consolation
BB: Iâm leaving now
Y/N: Itâs only 11am lol Y/N: Stay there. I will see you later. It will be worth the wait. đ
BB: You have been. BB: And I don't just mean today đ
Y/N: đ„č đ
56 days later
AB: Is this email for real?
BB: Yes. Yes, it is
AB: Wow. OK then AB: Congratulations
BB: Thank you. I'm very happy
AB: We can tell, brother, we can tellÂ
1 hour later
*KB added Y/N, SB & PF to a new group*
KB: Y/N, we meet every Wednesday for drinks.Â
SB: Welcome to the fam, soon-to-be Mrs Bridgerton. It sucks; you are going to love it.
PF: Still not sure why I'm invited, but god, you guys are so much bloody fun I don't even care, lol.
10 seconds later
Y/N: Are you going to tell Pen, or should I?
KB: Naaahhh. It's more fun this way KB: Another very smart woman with a complete Bridgerton brother blindspot
Y/N: That sounds pointed
KB: You and me both, sister. You and me both.
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Hi!
Can I request Rock 31. "Are you not wearing any underwear?"
With Peitro?
Iâve been MIA and not on here much. We had two hurricanes hit us in less than two weeks and things have been shitty. But Iâm a little bit back.
Iâm trying to come up with ideas and stuff but Iâm just⊠idk I know writers block is a thing. Is idea block a thing too?
Also! Happy 3k! Iâm so excited for you! (Fun fact: my last name starts with âTRIOïżœïżœ and all through school my sister, brother and I were called some form of Trio. Sis was the OG Trion. I was Little Trio. And my little bro was Lilâ Bro Trio. Teehee. So 3 has been a very important number to my fam. (My favorite numbers are 9 and 36.) but yeah! Fun fact!)
Thank you again for all of you writing!
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SKY'S 3K CELEBRATION
sorry this has taken forever, my love! it's more steamy than smutty, i hope that's okay! and you're welcome, lovely đ i love that 3 is an important number to you and i also love the number 9!
warnings: public fingering/touches (mdni)
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Pietro's fingers dance over your knee again, sending another sharp electric jolt up your spine. You try and maintain your composure, smiling at the conversation happening around the table, but in all honesty you aren't even listening.
"Do'you need some more wine?" he asks. His voice is casual but with a flicker of mischief in his shinning blue eyes.
You nod, pretending not to see the smug tilt of his lips as he leans closer to refill your glass. His hand brushes across your inner thigh for a moment, feeling up your skirt, and the deliberate intimacy makes your cheeks burn. You clench your thighs.
"Careful," you whisper as he puts the bottle down. Your voice is low enough that no one else around the table could hear you.
Pietro's smile widens. "Careful of what, Princezna (Princess)?"
His teasing is becoming relentless. Every movementâsmall, calculated, and intentionalâhas your nerves on high alert. His hand begins to slide just a fraction higher on your thigh, testing boundaries you aren't even sure you want to maintain.
Across the dinner table, Wanda is mid-laugh at something Natasha has said, blissfully unaware of the simmering tension across from her. No one is. But Pietro doesn't paying attention to anyone but you. His gaze roams yours, and in his playful eyes is an unmistakable question.
A challenge.
Your heart pounds in your ears as you lean closer to him, your lips nearly brushing the curve of his ear. "You're playing with fire, Piet," you whisper.
You shift, allowing him to feel you up and when his fingers meet your bare pussy, his expression falters just for a moment, his cocky demeanor cracking. Then, his grin only turns sharper.
Bolder.
"Are you not wearing any underwear?"
You nod, chewing on your lip as you bring your wine to your lips.
The next time his hand moves, it's no longer tentative. It's confident. You know you should move away, call him out, or even excuse yourself, but you don't want to. Not when his fingers are tracing an invisible line up your thigh, igniting every nerve, touching you and playing with your swollen clit with delicate touches. You bite the inside of your cheek.
You shifted in your seat, trying to appear nonchalant, but Pietro leans in, his lips just a breath away from your ear now. "You look flustered," he teases you softly, his finger teasing you as the warmth of his voice curls down your spine.
"And you're pushing your luck," you shoot back, your voice just as quiet but still firm as you shift again, clearing your throat to hide a moan.
Pietro chuckles, "You know you love it," he whispers and eats a fork-full of his food, smiling as he nods along with the conversation at the table, his hand still underneath your skirt.
As much as you hate to admit it, he isn't wrong.
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âšđ¶Hogwarts Confidential is back. Back again. Confidentials back. Tell a friend. đ¶âš
Hellooooooo students! Welcome back to your favorite gossip newspaper. I hope everyone had a good Christmas holiday now let's get into the news and boy do I have a lot of news for you.
Starting off with some weekly updates as usually before we get into the good stuff:
Filch has been announcing a new ban on gummy yoyos? What even is a gummy yoyo? And how have you all been using it to terrorize Filch? (Wanting to know for research purposes definitely not for my own schemesâŠ)
Now some good news. Now that we're back from break McGonagall has stated no exams for the next month so Ravenclaw should throw a party now that they don't have the excuse of their studies to hold them back.
Speaking of Ravenclaw did you all see that game this past weekend? Whoo that was a close one, although it did seem like Ravenclaw was very distracted. Congrats to Marlene on her win in the Hufflepuff vs Ravenclaw game! I know she didn't play but she always wins in my heart [insert heart eyes].
And for our weekly activity because none of us can just stay in and study, Dueling club starts this weekend. So everyone head up to the clocktower this Friday for some awesome battles whether that's between your friends or your enemies. (nobody tell Pomfrey what really happens if you get injured.)
NOW ONTO EVERYONE'S FAVORITE PART, THE GOSSIP:
Starting off congratulations to Alexander Kemet-Ali and Andromeda Black on their engagement this past weekend at the Hogwarts New Year's ball. Alex brought in the new year by getting down one knee and popping the question right as the clock struck midnight. The young daughter of Black saying yes, after worrying us all in her recent post that they broke up before confirming they are actually in fact engaged!
Now onto a new brewing love triangle. Jamie the Ho and Anastasia Selwyn have been dating for the past couple of months as everyone knows but at the Potters Christmas ball it seems as though the Selwyn girl ran off to the gardens only to be seen alone with none other than Phoenix Harvey. Is this a scandal on our hands? It was well known a few months back that Harvey and Selwyn were caught hooking up after a wild Slytherin party only for her to end up with that whore Jamie a few days later. What is this girl thinking?
Ms. Selwyn was also seen leaving the Gryffindor common room crying a couple of days ago. Phoenix Harvey rushed after her to comfort the teary eyed girl. The girl crying over none other than shitty boyfriend Jamie Hoâs response to a photo of the girl having a nice time in his long-time rival's common room. Trouble in paradise I suppose. They should definitely break up.
Actually I almost forgot Kingsley Shacklebolt seems to have confessed his long time crush on the soon to be quidditch player at the Potters ball only to get rejected by the jerk that is Ho as he was dragged away by his girlfriend. How anyone could like Jamie Ho is something I will never understand.
Now onto Hogwarts favorite roller coaster of romance, Pandora Rosier and her significant others??? Trust me you'll wanna sit down for this one. According to sources the young Rosier twin attended the Potters ball with none other than Valentina Zabini only for the two to separate at the party and Pandora to be found chatting with Xenophilius Lovegood in a lonely hallway. The two seemed to discuss their child, a dodo bird whomst I forget its name, and their custody of the bird, as well as confessing previous feelings for one another. Afterwards the girl sought out Zabini and they seemed to have shared a moment? Although that's where the night ends MORE seems to happen a few nights later on New Year's Eve.
But before we get into that let's discuss Xenophilius Lovegood and the reason for Pandora and their discussion over the dodo bird's custody. Xenophilius seems to have never checked on Pandora after her breakup a couple months ago with Pureblood extraordinaire Lucius Malfoy. Instead opting to check on Malfoy and accept an offer of a âfriendly dinnerâ with the boy. Only for Pandora to catch wind and accuse her ex best friend of plotting this the whole time and never caring about her. Which led to them cancelling their dinner with the boy and going back to chasing their longest friend.
Note: some mention from Lucius Malfoy about Xenophilius Lovegood being âthe biggest snackâ?????
NOW BACK TO NEW YEARS EVE. Pandora Rosier and Xenophilius Lovegood seemed to have run off to once again âcheck on their Dodo Birdâ that Rosier claims is sick. However after their disappearance it seems the two are closer than ever and even seem to be a couple? Confirmation I'm sure will be posted by next week. I wonder how Lucius Malfoy is going to handle this news.
Another note: don't mess with Pandora or she'll steal batteries (and socks??) From your dorm room.
Now onto another world famous couple or should I say ex couple seeing as they are no longer together, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. Hold on to something because this story is just absolutely ridiculous. The two boys broke up a few weeks ago, seemingly out of nowhere. Sirius Black seemed to be handling it worse than Lupin until he announced a new relationship with none other than Nico Mallory. Lupin also seems to have had a night with Lily Evans after the Evans girl posted a photo insinuating the two hooked up after arriving together to the new years eve ball. Lupin who was also seen getting close with none other than Gideon Prewett seems to be going through a hoe phase. But onto the best part, yesterday at the Hufflepuff party, Lupin was seen getting along very well with Mallory up until it was announced Mallory was dating his ex boyfriend. What will become of the two's relationship? Nobody knows.
Now onto the craziest couple in probably all of Hogwarts. Bartemius Crouch Jr and Evan Rosier. The two boys were seen kissing at the new years eve party only for Evan to barely remember and both boys to consult with long time friend and sister, Pandora Rosier. Evan who is engaged to Petra Elwood seemed to forget about the girl and their arranged marriage after finally confessing his feelings to his friend. The two are now dating and Petra is left in the dust for now. Although it seems Evans' previous confusion on his feelings for Petra have now been turned onto her as she battles with her future husband's new relationship and her own blossoming feelings for the boy. What will become of such a chaotic love triangle? Circle?
Callie held a ritual over the holidays??
Now onto my favorite news, MARY AND EMMELINE HAVE FINALLY CONFESSED TO ONE ANOTHER. My girl Mary finally made a move and it worked out perfectly. The two attended the New Year's Eve Ball and Potters Ball together. I wish you both nothing but the best in your relationship.
Tom Riddle has now become play boy extraordinaire? Tom who seems to run an after school club *cough* cult *cough* has been making moves on Hestia, Mary and Lydia. Even going as far as arguing with Emmeline over Mary and then arguing over Hestia with Marlene. I'd back off if I were you Riddle, these girls are not to be messed with.
Now onto the craziest breakup. Hestia and James Potter are no longer the IT couple of Hogwarts. The only stable couple still being Peter and Gilderoy. Maybe Hogwarts is cursed??? Hestia and James are now co-parenting their cat and Hestia was even seen kissing Marlene Mckinnon twice this past week or so. Hestia better treat my favorite girl right.
Also Marlene found out what I look like because she's my favorite girl, best secret keeper and we possibly kissed the world may never know. Love ya Marls ;).
Also Oliver, Severus and Theodore seem to have something going on but we'll see how that goes I guess? Theodore is making me very confused on what's going on.
We also have another new couple, Aurora De'veux and Mason Haus. Hopefully they can have a stable relationship unlike the rest of us. Good luck, lovebirds!
Now onto our last segment because I'm very tired of writing this long ass update. This is actually currently happening as I saw McGonagall, Filch and Slughorn run by while writing thisâ have you all ever seen Filch and Slughorn run? It's hilarious. ANYWHO the old ballroom is on fire??? AND an abandoned shed in the forest just past Hagrid's hut??? WHO IS PLAYING WITH FIRE???
Dumbledore is asking for updates or if anyone has knowledge on who could have possibly set these fires?? Apparently matches have been found at the scene of the fireâ
That's all for nowâŠ
Tah-Tahđ
Until next time.
Remember Jamie's unworthy of your infatuation,
Marlene Mckinnon is hot,
And gossip is amazing.
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Strawberries and Cream
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Notes: đ¶ is that a baton in your pocket or are you just happy to see međ¶ please understand Iâm gonna shoot myself in the face if I ever have to edit this chapter again it is what it ISSSSS

Episode 6: Blueberry Pie
This entire chapter be like
Eddie calls you around 10 pm, asking you to pick him up so he can take you somewhere special. Heâs still got a day or two before heâs allowed to drive with his shoulder and youâve been taking him everywhere lately, just to spend time together.
You show up a little after 10, heâs on his front porch, just chilling, waiting, playing some random game on his phone while he waits for you.Â
âYouâre late Sugar Cube,â He says as he pushes off the wall, walking to the Jeep
âItâs 10:04 you big babyâ You stick your tongue out as he gets in, and he leans over and kisses it right back into your mouthÂ
âAre you always late?â He buckles his seatbelt and watches you blink slowly, processing what just happenedÂ
âHuh?â
âI said,â He kisses you again, a little slower this time
âAre you always late?â
âEhh??â You shrug, unable to form a sentence and he snorts, taking your phone from the stand and typing in an address for you
âI hope you donât mindâŠâ He holds up a pink pouch âI bought you a little somethingâÂ
He wonât tell you what it is, or where youâre going. He just keeps ignoring those questions and asks you some instead. How was your day? What did you do? Did you miss me? Little things but itâs cute the way heâs interested in these thingsÂ
You pull up in front of a large house, the lights are off. You shut off the car and look through the windshieldÂ
âWhat are we doing here? Are you gonna kidnap me??â
âYeah I made you drive Buckâs Jeep to my super secret kidnapping hideoutâ He gets out of the Jeep and comes around to your side, opening the door for you. You hesitantly hop out, narrowing your eyes at himÂ
âI have friends okay? Theyâre out of town and they asked me to housesit. Said I could use whatever I wanted⊠that includes the pool and hot tubâ
âWeâre going swimming?! Night swimming!? Thatâs the best kind of swimming!!â You squeal excitedly as he brings you inside.Â
Itâs a very nice place, these people clearly have money. He brings you to the pool house, handing you the little pink pouchÂ
âI bought you a new swimsuit⊠I hope you like it. Buck sent me the size of the one you have now. I hope thatâs alright with youâ
âA new swimsuit? You didnât have to do that I have a perfectly good oneâ You take the bag from him, opening it up to peek insideÂ
âI know, but I just really wanted to⊠I wanted to see you in this. If youâre uncomfortable in it Iâll just give you my shirt okay? Thatâs always an optionâ
âThank you, Eddie, Iâm sure Iâll love it. Or you know, absolutely hate your guts for it, who knows!âÂ
He rolls his eyes at your sarcasm and flicks you off
âYou change in there, Iâll be on the other sideâ He shuts the curtain and goes into the little cubicle next to you to change too
You pull the swimsuit from the bag, and honestly? Itâs not that bad. Itâs a pretty, black, two-piece with the sides cut out on the bottoms and ties and a short-sleeved low-cut top. Youâre pretty sure he wanted those sides on purpose just to be able to feel you up. Â
He lets out a low whistle as soon as you walk out and you roll your eyes, doing a little spinÂ
âHow do I look?âÂ
âGood enough to eatâ He winks and takes your hand, leading you over to the pool. You step back a little, letting go of his hand as he walks in, he goes under for a minute, swimming out a bit before coming back up
âArenât you coming?â He tilts his head, and you shrug a bit
âAwww whatâs wrong pretty girl, donât wanna get wet?â
You cross your arms over your chest âNoâŠno itâs not that!â
âSo what is it?âÂ
You roll your eyes, looking down, and shrug âI canât⊠I canât swimâ You mumbleÂ
âDonât worry about that, mi vida. Câmon the waters warmâ Eddie reaches for your hands, water droplets flowing down his body. His gorgeousâŠsculpted-
âEarth to Y/N. Come on. Iâll hold youâ Eddie smirks as you step down into the water, the water is warm and you narrow your eyes at him
âYou know the pool chemicals will tell me if you peedâÂ
His head falls back laughing as he pulls you into his chest, floating backward with you in his arms
âThatâs so childish oh my godâÂ
His body feels good against yours, your arms wrap around his neck and you bury your face in his shoulder. He runs his hands down your bare sides and squeezes your hips. You feel his hands slide over your ass and your breath hitches in your throat
âSee? Safe and soundâŠâ He says quietly, nuzzling against you âAnd I didnât freaking peeâ
You snort into his shoulder and push at him âYouâre so annoying oh my godâ
âYou literally started it!â He gives your ass a swat and your mouth drops open. Ever since the beachâŠand the drive-in, heâs been openly affectionate with you, there are no labels yet. For you two at least. Buck however is losing his mind every single second of every single day.Â
He nuzzles into your neck again, his favorite thing to do. You smell like summer and strawberries and heâs addicted to itÂ
He carefully lets you go, holding you by your hands and pulling you slowly around the pool. You let him drag you through the water and he goes a little deeper. He pulls you closer, his hands firmly planted on your waist and your hands on his shoulders
âI could teach you to swim,â He says, continuing to walk you aroundÂ
âYeah, but then you wouldnât have an excuse to hold meâ
âOh sweet girl, I donât need an excuse to have my hands on youâÂ
He dips his head into yours, kissing you softly. He pulls away slowly, smirking at the little dazed smile on your face.Â
âI donât need an excuse to want to taste you either⊠just waiting for when you finally let meâÂ
âI let you kiss me all the timeâ
âThatâs not what Iâm sayingâÂ
Thereâs a long pause while he stares directly into your eyes, heâs daring you. Practically begging you to take the bait, god it should be illegal for his voice to be that deep, that sultry when heâs saying things like this. His heart flutters at the way you swallow and your lips part, like youâre really considering it and he wants you to be considering it. He wants that pretty little head of yours to think about being with him like that
He walks backward until his back hits a wall and pulls you into his lap. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist and his hands settle on your ass
âWatcha thinkin' aboutâ He grins wickedly and you roll your eyesÂ
âNothinâŠâ you feel shy in his lap, suddenly a little self-conscious.
Maybe a bikini wasnât the best idea. And it had nothing to do with your image at the moment, youâd worn that with confidence
But right now? You wish you were wearing one of those old-timey dress-type bathing suits. His hands feel good, theyâre strong and a bit calloused from work. His biceps are⊠something else as your hands rest on them for a moment. Every little thing about Eddie is driving you crazy right now, especially the way his hair curls a little when itâs wet.Â
âNothin'?â He mimics your voice and you frown at his teasing, he kisses your nose making you giggleÂ
âCome on⊠use your words, PrincessâÂ
âGod, do you really have to tease me that much?âÂ
âDo you not like it?âÂ
âI hate it!â You make a little face at him and he chuckles, nuzzling his nose against yoursÂ
âOh come on baby girl no you donâtâÂ
âOkay, I donât⊠but canât I be the one to make you nervous?â
âYou do make me nervous Y/Nâ he scoffs, laughing.
âGod since the minute I set eyes on you like two months agoâŠI canât seem to do anything right. I literally had my shirt on backward the other day because you called me when I was getting dressed before work!âÂ
You giggle and run your fingers through the back of his hair as he talks, your cheeks flush and he sighs, leaning into your touch, his body glistening with water in the moonlightÂ
âI had to sign off on the chore sheetâŠand I wrote âY/N Diazâ on itâÂ
He cringes at that one and you snort, shaking your headÂ
âOkay that oneâs embarrassingâ
âYou know what was really embarrassing? When Chim found it in the trash and sent it to the group chat. God they still havenât let me forget that and that was like a week ago or somethingâÂ
You feel a little bad, giggling at his cringy misfortune, but it feels good to know you make him just as nervous even if he doesnât show it as much. Maybe itâs time to give him a little taste of his medicine. It had been a back-and-forth game the entire time youâd known each other and now it was your turn.Â
His eyes are still closed and you take the opportunity to kiss him, he breaths out through his nose, laughing a little as he kisses you back, not bothering to open his eyes.Â
You run your fingers through his wet curls, tugging his head backward to expose his neckÂ
âThanks for bringing me here,â You say sweetly, and he opens one eye, peeking at youÂ
âWe can come again tomorrow night if you want, make use of that hot tubâ He moans softly as you kiss his neck, scraping your teeth against his soft skinÂ
âYeah okay,â you whisper against his pulse point as you bite down. He hums pleasantly, kneading your hips with his hands, as you give him a necklace. His hands trail up and down your sides slowly as he relaxes into your kisses. He may be quiet on the outside, but you can feel just how much he likes this.Â
âCanât wait to go back to work, wear these with prideâ He purrs, his voice gravely and deep. âGonna wear my collar open just so they can see themâ His breath hitches at the end of his sentence and he bounces you in his lap, thrusting his hips against youÂ
âYou should stopâ He whispers in your ear âBefore I bend you over this pool wallâ

Moving in with Eddie is something thatâs been on your mind for days. You guys werenât actually in a relationship yet⊠but all your stuff was there anyway
After your little hickey attack, heâd kept a small distance between the two of you as you both floated around, you pouted like a little brat and he laughed about it, cooing and teasing you. Eventually, heâd brought you back into his lap, squeezing you as tightly as he could until you laughed and smiled and told him to let you go before he crushed you.Â
âI want to move in with you,â You say suddenly, your forehead against his now as you kiss him. Man, thereâs a whole lotta kissing going on for just friends.Â
âThree days at your place, three days at Buckâs, and alternating Sundays. When we get together maybe Iâll do four at your place. But I just. I need a home⊠and Iâm ready for it to be with you. You know- sort of.Â
âOn one conditionâ He mutters against your lips, you can feel his moving with each word.Â
âI want you to move into my room, please?âÂ
Your heart pounds in your chest, pulling back a little to look at him. Heâs serious about it too. He tilts his head cutelyâŠgiving you those irresistible puppy eyesÂ
âEddieâŠâ you groan âIâm not-â
âYou and Buck sleep togetherâ
âWeâre cousins!â
âAnd weâre friends!â
âWhat if I need space?!â You protest and he rolls his eyes.Â
âFine. You can move into the guest room,â He pecks your lips âBut you sleep in my room-â he pecks them again âWith meâ he kisses you a little slower this time, tasting the sweet summer strawberry he loves so much â-In my bedâ
How can you possibly deny him when heâs kissing you like that?
You spend the rest of the time splashing and messing around in the pool, shushing each other loudly to avoid disturbing the neighbors It doesnât work.Â
Eddie is launching you into the pool when the doorbell rings. You both freeze and Eddie gets out of the pool, pushing the button on the wall to open the side gates. You quietly âOooooooâ him from the pool and he flips you off.Â
Two police officers come around back and you shrink down a little, coming to the edge of the poolÂ
âHi, Iâm officer Nolan this is Officer Juarez. We got a noise complaint? Said the people living here are supposed to be out of townâÂ
Officer Nolan looks pale as he introduces them, itâs just a noise complaintâŠÂ
Eddie runs his hand through his wet hair and you get out of the pool now, walking over to your towelsÂ
âUh yeah, no uh, my friends let us use the pool Iâm sorry, we didnât realize how loud we were beingâÂ
âYeah weâre really sorry, we can leave nowâ You walk over, handing Eddie a towel and he takes it, giving your body a lingering look. Your cheeks flush and you roll your eyes, gesturing to the literal police officers in front of himÂ
âNo thatâs okay. Weâre sorry for interrupting your night. Itâs just your neighbors are oldâ Officer Juarez shrugsÂ
âWas it the Schumacherâs?â Eddie rolls his eyesÂ
âActually we canât-â
âSure was,â Officer Juarez says, putting her hands on her hips and Eddie groans drying off his hairÂ
âMy partner shouldnât have told you that I apologize. But yes it was them and it would probably be helpful if you left⊠honestly we get a lot of noise complaints from them but since it was so late we decided to check it outâÂ
âTheyâve done this beforeâ Eddie sighs, turning away to collect your stuffÂ
âYouâve done this before?â You scoff a little âwith who?â
âOopâ Officer Juarez whispers and Officer Nolan glares at herÂ
âNo, no, no, baby I meant like. During the day, Iâve never brought anyone who wasnât Buck and the team here before at night or any other time of the day, I swear. Itâs just you Y/N. Not to mention Buck would totally tell on me if I was lyingâÂ
You sigh and narrow your eyes, you totally believe him but you just want him to be a little nervous
âI promiseâ He pouts at you, with the sweetest face he can muster and you hear Officer Juarez's breath hitchÂ
âOh god I know rightâ You say turning to her and she snortsÂ
You havenât even left Eddieâs driveway before heâs immediately calling Buck. He slams the front door as you drive away and goes to his bedroom, crashing into bed. He doesnât bother changing yet heâs too excitedÂ
âEddie? Itâs like 1 am Is everything okay? Do you need me to come over?â
âNo, no Iâm okay. Thanks. I just needed to talk to you right awayâ
âOkay, yeah whatâs up?â He can hear shuffling and a click as Buck sits up and turns on the lightÂ
âIs Y/N sleeping over?â
âNo sheâs on her way home, I have to be quick. Buck- sheâs moving in with meâ
âShe's moving in with you?!â
Buck screams into the phone and Eddie has to pull it from his ear for a minute as he squeals loudly. He shouldnât have told Buck before you did but heâs his best friend and he had to tell someone before he burst.Â
âYeah, but just part time! She said sheâd live with you the other days of the week but Iâm totally going to convince her that staying with me is the best option. Itâs gonna be so goodâÂ
âHave you been by the pound lately?âÂ
âThereâs a German Shepherd puppy!!â Eddie practically squeaks when he says it, kicking his legs as he lays in bed âHeâs cute, heâs very sweet. Heâs the perfect future, Captain Barkley Diazâ
âArenât you moving a little fast?â Â
Eddie sends Buck a picture of the puppies listed on the humane societyâs site
âNope!âÂ
Buck laughs as he looks at the adorable little puppy. He scrolls through the other animals tooÂ
âWhat about a rabbit? She loves rabbitsâ
âWhy not both!â Eddie starts looking through the site again and Buck gigglesÂ
âEddie⊠you canât just spring an animal on herâ
âI wonât! I swear. Weâll go pick one togetherâ he sighs dreamily âWeâll hold hands while she pulls me down the aisle looking at all the cute little dogs
Buck fake gags and rolls his eyesÂ
âHey, maybe you should get an older dog! they deserve some loveâ
âMaybe even two dogs. Thatâs such a good idea!â
âOkay, not. Not two dogs EddieâÂ
âBut I want Captain-â
âDonât say itâ
âI want Captain Barkley Diaz to have a friend! Maybe I should see if thereâs a dog park nearbyâŠâ
âYeah see! He can make friends⊠oh my god Iâm starting to agree with this. Eddie! You guys arenât together yet and sheâs only living there part-time you gotta rein it in!â
âIâm trying, Buck, I swear. But sheâs all I can think about⊠I just. I want a life with her so badlyâ
âSo why donât you just freaking ask her outâ he sounds so strained when he says it and Eddie chucklesÂ
âIâm working on it. I just⊠Iâm gonna need some helpâÂ

Eddie has no damn right looking that fine when he pulls up to the studio to help you move. Itâs not like you even need that much help itâs just like three to five boxes. And with his shoulder, he technically shouldnât even be helping. You finally got him to agree to be on team âfoldingâ with MaddieÂ
He never comes empty-handed, he brought a cake this time. Strawberry cake with whipped frosting.Â
âA cake?â Buck asks as he sets it on the counterÂ
âI was craving okay. Shut up, you know youâre gonna eat it allâ
âYouâre not wrongâÂ
He leads Eddie up to his bedroom where thereâs a tiny mountain of clothes on the bed. You and Maddie are sorting through it, so they can be foldedÂ
âHey Sugarâ He smiles, coming over and kissing your head before he plops on the bed.Â
Admittedly you do stare at him, his tank top is flowy and lower than normal. He claims itâs his moving shirt. More like his porn star shirt Okay, not really.
But his arms look so delicious in that tank top and youâre tempted to bite his bicep. Which is completely normal.Â
âMadsâ He winks and she smirks, tossing a shirt at himÂ
âTook you long enough, where have you been?âÂ
âWell I had to make sure the guest room was cleanâ He shrugs as he takes one of your mini skirts, looking at it.
âThat room has been spotless and you know it. What were you really doing?â Buck narrows his eyes and Eddie glares at himÂ
âItâs a surprise alright?âÂ
You perk up immediately, looking over at himÂ
âSurprise? What kind of surprise?âÂ
âOh god please tell me itâs not what I think it is. Eddie you promised!!â Buck whines as he puts a box together and throws it down the stairsÂ
âOh my god, Itâs not that. Shut upâ he pulls out his phone and hands it to Buck, who snatches it from his handsÂ
âOh my god⊠Eddieeeeâ He pretends to blink back tears âThatâs so sweet!âÂ
âWhatâs so sweet?!â You try to reach for the phone and he holds it out of your reach
âNo, youâre gonna ruin it!â
âWait I wanna see!!â Buck hands Maddie the phone and you try to look over her shoulderÂ
âUhhh thatâs my property and Iâm not comfortable with you looking?!â Eddie gestures awkwardly and your mouth drops openÂ
âThatâs not fair!! Of course, Iâm gonna respect your ass!â
Buck points at you, laughing âHa!!! Youâre the only one who canât see it yet, sucker!! Eddie, I dare you to send it to the group chatâ
âBetâ
âIâm already on itâ Maddie sends the photo and you get up, throwing down the shirt you were holdingÂ
âOh come on!! I hate you guys!âÂ
âAwww donât be like that Sugar cube Iâm sure youâll forget about it in like 10 minutesâ
âShe has ADHD so yeah Iâm pretty sure she will tooâ Buck snickers as he tosses a pair of panties at Eddie.Â
âBuck!!â You dive across the pile snatching them from Eddieâs hands and stuff them back into the pile closer to Maddie. Maddie puts her hand out in front of her, pushing herself up gingerlyÂ
âI think sheâs gonna cryâ Buck snorts and Eddie canât help but giggle with him. They sound like an older brother and his annoying friend. Buck might as well be your older brother at this pointÂ
âI am not!!â You throw a skirt at him and he ducks, it knocks over an empty cup on his nightstand that falls and knocks over his AirPods. He gasps loudly, picking them up off the floorÂ
âOh, youâre gonna get it!â He goes to dive for you and you squeal, stumbling backward off the bedÂ
âAlright okay!âMaddie yells and you and Buck freeze.Â
âSince you want to be children. Buck and I are going downstairs, you and Eddie toss the clothes down to us okay? Okay. Buck, now.â
She walks past them down the stairs and Buck follows, sticking his tongue out while you flip off him and Eddie.
Eddie looks at you, putting his fingers up to his lips in a V shape and you throw a pair of pants at his head before he can finish his lewd gesture. Really youâve got a whole arsenal here if he wants to be nasty.Â
âYou perv!âÂ
âI donât see clothes coming down!â Maddie calls upstairs and Eddie laughs, grabbing your waist and yanking you into him, he nuzzles his face in your neck and takes a skirt, throwing it over the balconyÂ
âSorry, Mom!â He yells down and you giggle in his arms trying to wriggle your way freeÂ
âI swear to god if you guys have your first time in my bed Iâm gonna cry happily but also slice Eddieâs balls off with my katanasâ You launch a few more clothes over the railing while Eddie kisses your neckÂ
âYou have katanas?!â You yell, looking around for themÂ
âYes, he doesâ Eddie whispers in your ear, his hands sliding up under your shirt. He feels over your torso as he nibbles your ear and you whimper quietly. One of his hands comes up and covers your mouth, keeping you quietÂ
Suddenly that little promise he made in the rain pops into your head and your eyes nearly pop out of your headÂ
âOf course I do! Theyâre super sweet Iâll show them to you later! Maybe we can fight with them!â
âAbsolutely notâ Maddie immediately vetoes it, and Buck whines.Â
Upstairs, Eddieâs busy kissing your neck and handing you clothes to toss over the balcony. His hand slides from your torso down to the top of your pink sweatpants. He toys with the drawstring and your heart pounds in your chestÂ
His fingers slip under the top of your waistband and you freeze in his lap, as his fingers slide down over the front of your panties and tease your clit like that, you gasp quietly and he smirks, putting his head on yours.Â
âBe a good girl and keep your mouth shutâ He whispers in your ear as he pushes your panties to the side, sliding his fingers between your folds and collecting some of your wetness. He lets out a deep sigh as he drags it back through your folds, getting them nice and slick.Â
He lets go of your mouth and keeps handing you things to toss over the railings, making sure you stay quiet at the same time. Itâs quick, it has to be with them right below you both but it doesnât make it any less hot. His fingers work deftly, your legs spread wide for him as he toys with your clit. He drags his fingers down your folds again, circling your tight hole with his finger for a momentÂ
âHey! I gotta go get some more tape from the store, Maddie is gonna come with, either of you wanna come?â Buck calls up the stairs and the moment is shattered⊠for you at least. Eddie doesnât move at all, keeping your legs open for him.Â
âNah weâre good, might start in on that cake while we wait!âÂ
Buck gasps dramatically as he and Maddie head out âYou better not touch that without me!!â You hear the front door shut and Eddie immediately adjusts your bodies, laying you down at a better angle for his fingers to sink deep inside youÂ
âCan you take two?â He whispers in your ear, his voice is breathy and a bit strained⊠you can feel why, pushing into your back. He doesnât have time to stretch you properly like heâs aching to do, he doesnât know when theyâll be back.Â
âYour hand is a lot bigger than mine,â you tell him, looking up. He takes his other hand, holding it up to yours, and smirks a littleÂ
âYeah, it is⊠isnât it?âÂ
âI want to try anywayâ
He doesnât hesitate in the least and you feel his fingers teasing your clit, smearing your wetness over your lips. His hand comes back over your mouth in case they walk back in as he slowly slides his fingers inside you, allowing you time to adjust a bit before he curls his fingers upwards.Â
He slowly works his fingers in and out, following the curves of your body. You pant harshly, whiny and needy for him.Â
âCanât wait to get you homeâ He bites his lip, and you feel him shift against your back.Â
âCanât wait to have this sweet little cunt wrapped around my cock. Look at how good youâre taking my fingers baby girl⊠imagine taking this cock insteadâ
He tilts your head down, making you watch the way your pussy grips his fingers as they thrust in and out of you. Theyâre coated in your slick more and more with each thrust. He has to bite back his moan as he watches you cum on his fingers, your pussy clenching around them. He chuckles lowly, watching your hips move on them as you fuck yourself on his handÂ
âThatâs it pretty girlâ He purrs âThatâs my good girlâ He doesnât stop until youâre whining from the overstimulation and you look exhausted. He pulls his fingers away, his eyes roll back as he sees how sticky and wet they are. He smirks as he stares you down, sucking your juices from his fingers. His eyes flutter closed after a moment, savoring your taste and itâs downright dirty.Â
âFuck I knew you would taste good, from the moment I saw you I knew my sugar cube would be the death of meâ

Buck and Maddie come back to you and Eddie folding clothes together on the couch while watching TV. Youâre sat as far apart as you can beÂ
âDid I miss something?â Buck asks as he puts together another boxÂ
âWhat do you mean?â Eddieâs tone is nonchalant as he folds one of your skirtsÂ
âYou guys are like 10 feet apart. Did you fight??âÂ
âBuck theyâre like a pillow awayâ Maddie sits in between you two and starts folding with you guys
âOkay but you know themâ Buck puts his hands on his hips and you get up from the couch, tossing your shirt into a boxÂ
âCome on letâs go upstairs and toss more clothes downâ You walk past Buck and Eddie doesnât even lookÂ
Buck looks at you, and then back at Eddie, and then back to you again, and one more time at EddieÂ
âLaterâ Eddie mouths and Buck glares at him but shrugs it off because heâs one thousand percent getting the story out of one of you.
It doesnât take long once you all stop goofing off. You and Buck take all the boxes to his Jeep and awkwardly fit them all in. Eddie sits in the backseat next to two boxes and you sit in his lap, so the front seat can also have a couple of boxes, and because Buck says you have a way less chance of being pulled over that way.Â
âI swear to god no funny business back thereâ Buck threatens and you look at Eddie, who canât help but lean his head against your arm and burst into giggles. You face forward, you back against his chest and lean into him, turning your head to kiss his cheekÂ
âGonna keep me safe?â You ask and he shrugsÂ
âOr Iâll throw you out the window, havenât decided yetâ
Your mouth drops open and he snickersÂ
âIâm moving back in with Buck!â You hiss and he smirks, nuzzling into your neck and kissing itÂ
âOh no you donât, youâre stuck with me. Besides itâll be fun to live with your best friend and not your brotherâÂ
âSince when are you her best friendâ Buck snorts as he looks at you two in the review mirrorÂ
âSince this afternoon,â He says with a shit-eating grin on his face and you elbow him in the ribsÂ
Eddie stands in front of you now, his hands on his hips as you set the last box down in the spare room, your new bedroom. Buck left to go visit with the Bennetts after piling your boxes on the front porch and Eddie helped you drag them inside, even if he shouldnât have. He kicked a couple of them slowly down the hallway and into the spare room while you picked up what you could.Â
âAll moved in,â He says, not bothering to hide his excitement and you smirk, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. You look up at him, your chin on his chest as you smileÂ
âUh huhhh, all moved in. Just me and you roomie. And again, thank you so much for the raised garden bed, you didnât have to go through all that troubleâÂ
âHey, it was nothing. I know how much you love your plants. I wanted you to have something that would make you happy every day you saw itâŠâ Â
Your hands trail over his torso, just like heâd done to you. He watches you as you tilt your head down and look at his belt. You work it open, nuzzling your head sleepily in his chestÂ
âWatcha doin' there sweet girl?â He chuckles, letting you continue your little expeditionÂ
âNothin..â
âNothin' huh?âÂ
âUh huhâ You let his jeans pool around his feet and he actually steps out of them, kicking them to the sideÂ
âDoesnât feel like nothinâ
âOh?â Your hand slides down the front of his boxers, your fingers brush over his cock and he gasps softly, feeling your hand wrap around himÂ
âS-shitâ He breathes out heavily and your cheeks flush. You give it a couple of tentative strokes, feeling his precum get on your hand too. You look up at him, your eyes softly hoodedÂ
âIs that okay?â You keep stroking him, tortuously slow, enjoying the way he whimpers into his knuckles. He pushes you backward with his body, your hand never leaving his cock. Your back hits the wall and you squeak, he braces himself on the wall, his hand above your headÂ
âYeahâ His voice is deep and husky âYeah thatâs okayâ He tilts your chin up and kisses you, itâs a bit rough and needy and your hand starts to speed up. He growls against your lips, trying to keep from thrusting his hips up into your hand.Â
He grabs your wrist, pulling it from his boxers for a second, and holds it upÂ
âLickâ he instructs you and you do as he says, tasting him on your hand. He shoves your wrist back down his boxers, and your hand slides easier now, wrapped right around his cock. He groans loudly, and you feel the tiniest snap of his hips. You pick up the pace, watching his mouth fall open in an O shape as you jerk him off His head falls to your shoulder, and you listen to his soft pants, and his quiet little whines⊠he sounds absolutely pathetic and you giggle, turning to kiss his cheek
âCome on baby⊠I wanna hear youâ You whisper in his ear and his whimpers get louder. He does start to frantically thrust into your hand, pinning you to the wall and getting off on you.Â
âWish it was your pussyâ He says, his voice cracking a little in desperationÂ
âWish I could fuck you right against this wall an watch your ass shake from how hard Iâm pounding itâ
Your hand speeds up again and he cries out, cumming all over it and the front of your shirt. He thrusts into your hand a few more times as you milk his cock, spilling out every last drop.Â
You do your best to support his shaking frame, but heâs a lot bigger than you. You hold him up, pulling your hand away from his limp cock, and start licking your fingers. He looks at you like he canât wrap his head around what heâs seeing. You stare into his eyes as you lick your hand clean with a satisfied little smile and his eyes roll back as he pushes himself off the wall.Â
âIâm gonna make you pay for that, Sugar Cubeâ

Eddie lays in bed staring up at the ceiling. He canât get over that surprised look on your face as he came all over your hand. Honestly, he canât get over the feeling of your hand. He can still feel it, the way your nimble fingers wrapped around his cock⊠his hand doesnât compare in the least. He strokes himself slowly, dreaming about what you would look like on your knees for him. Youâd look so pretty staring up at him with those sweet doe eyes, his cock tapping heavily against your sweet lipsÂ
âEddie?â Heâs startled out of his daydream by your small knock at the door, he covers himself and sits up, running his other hand through his hairÂ
âUh⊠yeah, yeah babe whatâs up?â His voice is strained as you open the door and poke your head into his roomÂ
âUhhâŠitâs kinda childishâÂ
You scoot into the bedroom and shut the door, looking around suspiciously
âWhat is it??â He looks around himself, for whatever the heck youâre looking for
âI had a bad dreamâ You sigh, letting your head fall against the door and he smirks scooting over in bed and patting itÂ
âCome on youâÂ
You bounce on the bed as you get in, immediately snuggling into his arms and curling your body into his. Itâs a perfect fit, it always has been. He leans down and kisses your head softly, wrapping his arms around you protectivelyÂ
âIâm uh⊠Iâm sorry if earlier was a little forwardâ You blush as you lay your head against his chest. His pecs are smooth and squishy and the perfect pillowÂ
âYouâre saying sorry?? When I literally touched you while your family was right downstairs?â He snickers, shaking his headÂ
âOh Sugar Cube, youâve got a funny sense of guiltâÂ
âI should honestly kick your ass for that oneâ You glare at him and he smirks, you feel him push you back a little so youâre laying flat on your backÂ
âI said I was sorryâ He grins, not sorry in the slightest. You feel him rest between your legs, his favorite place to be it seemsÂ
âMaybe we can⊠finish something we started?â He asks quietly, and you can feel his hardness poking against your pantiesÂ
âItâs not really sex if you donât put it in?â You snicker, quoting him and he brings your thigh up and hooks your knee around his waist. He rubs your smooth thigh, squeezing it in his hands and massaging itÂ
âSee! Now youâre getting it!â He puts more weight on you, his cock heavy between your legs, you gasp softly, letting your eyes flutter closed and he smirksÂ
âThis cool?â He asks softly, nuzzling your neck as his hips start to roll in those delicious little circles.Â
âMhmmmâ you hum in his ear âSo coolâ you shudder as he picks up the pace, he reaches down between the two of you, pulling your panties to the side, and grinds against your clit. Your hips jerk up into his and he chuckles, kissing your neckÂ
âDown, Babyâ he purrs condescendingly in your ear. He smirks, feeling the front of his boxers get wetterÂ
âOh⊠you like that, donât you?â He squeezes your cheeks together in his hand making your lips pucker. He kisses them lightlyÂ
âYou like when Iâm a little mean to you, huh?â He asks softly, turning your head and kissing your neck, not really giving you time to answer any of his questionsÂ
âYou just wait until youâre mine⊠Iâll show you what a good girl like you deservesâÂ
You didnât know Eddie knew Spanish, okay maybe you did know and just forgot. But heâs whispering something in your ear as his hips pick up a bit more speed and press down into you harder and youâre praying you can control yourself and not flip him over and ride him until your legs give out.
He doesnât waste any time as he pulls his boxers down, sliding his cock between your soaked folds, very carefully not inserting himself, and at this point, youâre about to just shove him down and do it anyway.Â
âFuck, such a needy little thing arenât you?â
His moans are angelic. Heâs not afraid to let you know just how good youâre making him feel. This isnât going to last very long if he keeps moaning like that, saying whatever dirty things come to his mind. Your hands fly up to his face, cupping his cheeks and kissing him heatedly. You run your fingers through his fluffy hair and tug a bit, causing him to groan against your lipsÂ
âCome on sugar⊠I know you can do better than thatâ He whispers tauntingly, his eyes dark and cloudy. His breath hitches as you tug harder, pulling him away to look at you âBetter?â You tease and you feel his hips stutter, he stops for a moment, a smug little smirk on his faceÂ
âYouâre gonna end this way too quicklyâ
âYou have so much audacity blaming this on me Mr. I know you can do better than thatâ â
âAre we really gonna have this discussion right now?â He shakes his head chucklingÂ
âI think youâre using it as a distractionâÂ
âAnd you donât? Need a distraction?â He scoffs
âOkay. Nice to knowâÂ
âThatâs not what I me-â
He covers your mouth, pushing you back in the pillows, he slaps your clit, and your body jolts as you cry into his hand
âOh, bite my finger if you want me to stop okay?â He lifts his hand for a second, rubbing your reddening cuntÂ
âO-Okayâ You nod slowly and he smiles, itâs not sweet in the least, thereâs nothing âcuteâ about him right now. Heâs a man on a mission with that devilish look in his eyes
âThatâs my good girlâ he coos softlyÂ
He covers your mouth again, as you moan and whimper pathetically on his fingers. Heâs merciless with the way they plunge in and out of you, his palm slapping against your clit with every thrust of his fingers. This is nothing like it was earlier, no he wants to make you squirt now that youâre in his bed. His knuckles shine with your juices as he laughs evilly in your ear, his voice deep and molten as he watches you come undone all over him.
âHoly shitâ He whispers in your ear and your eyes widen, as he keeps going, pulling another orgasm from you. Itâs like he canât get enough of the way you keen and cry out his name, cursing at him over and over like a broken record. His long fingers stroke over that spongy spot one more time and youâre squirting, your hips rising off the bed while crying out loudly.
You manage to push him away before he does it for a third time. He pulls his hand from your mouth and slides his hand down your body, keeping your legs spread for him.Â
âFuck I wish I was recording thatâÂ
He likes watching the way youâre lying there now, an overwhelmed, dazed little smile on your lips. He wants to take a picture of you like this, with your hazy afterglow and shaky thighs.Â
Instead, he takes your hand, using you to stroke his cock. You squeeze a bit while biting your lip as hot, thick, white ropes coat your sopping cunt. It takes everything in him not to drag it over your clit with his tip and stuff it back in you, making you take each drop.Â
âOne dayâŠâ He promises, panting harshly after finishing like that and using his fingers instead of his tip to tease your overstimulated body with his cum.Â
âOne day Iâm gonna stuff your pretty pussy and take pictures of the way it drips from youâÂ
He taps your lips with his fingers âClean up, honeyâ He tells you, grinning wickedly when your lips wrap around his fingers and you eagerly lick them clean, he loves how sleepy and cock drunk you look. Heâs even more excited to find out how you look when he finally gets to fuck you dumb.
âWeâre going to need to discuss limits sometime soon Sugar Cube⊠I wanna know just how far Iâm allowed to push youâÂ
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ALSO! did want to clarify there is nothing romantic between reader and jj. i looove a good friendship where itâs purely a platonic love and they just joke around. and we all know jj would totally pretend to be in love just to piss off rafe hahdnxsjdj. AAAAAND if anyone was curious i am thinking of a specific chapter in this song. itâs âmissing youâ by lauren weintraub, will link it when iâm home)
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yn.sings surprise! taking some much needed time off but in preparation for some big exciting things happening this year, wanted to give you a song! as promised there will be an album this year, i havenât forgotten. this is something we couldnât quite make fit on the album but i still love it dearly and wanted to share. thank you for supporting me đ¶đ€ as always, let me know what you think! âmissing youâ available anywhere you can listen to or buy music!
user1 uhh who is this about!!!
user2 already calling it, this will be in the top 5 of my spotify wrapped for this year. iâm obsessed
âł yn.sings thank you so much!! that genuinely makes me so happy to hear
jjmaybank still so fucking proud of you! canât wait for the world to hear everything else too đ§
âł yn.sings ugh my heart đâ„ïž love you so much j, thank you for always supporting me through everything.
âł jjmaybank of course, love you always â„ïž
âł heywardpope umm the rule đ€šđž
âł johnb yeah what he said. donât be gross.
âł jjmaybank hey losers sheâs a rich kook now the rule no longer applies. give me a smooch yn.sings
âł yn.sings sudndjsndfjnad hahahdhc i hate it here đđ
sarah.cam ohmyfuckinggoddddddd itâs so good! brb gotta go memorize all the lyrics hehe
âł yn.sings stop im actually in love with you.
Ⳡsarah.cam are we⊠are we dating?
âł yn.sings âșïžđ
âł johnb đł
user3 just checked reddit, no theories who this is about yet.
âł user4 well we donât even know any of her exes so itâs not like thereâs a list to go off of
user5 so like⊠album before this summer?
âł yn.sings MAYhaps đđđ
âł user5 oh my fucjsjrhfisenfj
johnb real talk even though you stole my girl, the song is incredible. proud of you and holy shit youâre so fucking talented. everyone needs to be listen right now!!! â„ïž
âł yn.sings thank you, best hype man. â„ïž
itsmekelce dude you killed it again! đ”đ€đ¶
âł yn.sings and to think years ago i was sending you songs on a cd to help me đđ
âł itsmekelce how much do you think those would be worth on ebay now đ€đ€đ€
âł yn.sings hate u hahahdhdbd #blockdtttttt
tmz who is this song about?! yn.sings has kept all previous relationships private, but weâre on the case!
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I Want You to Stay (04) | JJK
Pairing:Â Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels; angst, drama, fluff, smut
Chapter (Series) Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk thatâs probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)
Chapter Word count:Â 11.4k
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Status:Â Ongoing
Series summary: Working for Jungkook isnât the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesnât smile, he doesnât appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesnât help that heâs incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. Youâve dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
Playlist đ¶: on the way home
A/N:Â Hiii I'm getting slower with editing and writing so please bear with me moving forward! Also pls remember, this is a slow burn haha. But anyway, been loving your replies (I see you) and messages, thank you. I hope you enjoy this one!
And as always, my biggest thanks to @wonwoonlight đ„°
PS. If I canât tag you, pls fix your settings!
The events of last weekend remain in your mind, as you approach Jungkookâs apartment the next Monday and feel like your heart will leap out of your chest.Â
You remind yourself that he wasnât angry at you; heâd even tried to apologize and didnât make a fuss when you left the restaurant last Saturday. But still, the whole incident would make anyone feel agitated, and you know his capacity to feel and express that. He was inconvenienced and put on the spot, after all.Â
You enter, and shortly after, Jungkook exits the gym then greets you with a nod when he sees you. He looks more tired than anything. He doesnât have a hint of frustration in his eyes, and you could only hope that heâd forgotten about what happened or, like how he is when it comes to personal matters, heâd chosen not to acknowledge it.Â
You bow in return, sneaking a glance as he walks towards his bedroom, with your throat drying up when he removes his shirt, briefly gracing you with a view of his glistening toned back right before disappearing inside. You wait half a minute before you follow him to prepare his clothes, giving yourself time to breathe before you have to face him again. You return to the kitchen and prepare his breakfast, looking up when you hear him walk in.
You approach him to do an act thatâs become a routine for you, and for him as well, as he stands straight and unmoving while you tighten his tie and make sure he looks fine. Even when your fingers only graze his clothed chest, the memory from last Saturday becomes vivid, as you recall wiping his wine-soaked top, feeling the taut body underneath.Â
You shake your head at the thought, realizing that there are more things about that night that you should not acknowledge at all, including the heat you felt at seeing him in the washroom, a little exposed and definitely sweaty. There was that tension and the dropping of formalities that felt too foreign and quite disorienting. You donât know him as anything other than the âMr. Jeonâ you assist; seeing him as just âJungkookâ was different. But you suppose that thatâs the man you help everyday, and you wonder how much of himself he leaves behind in the office and how much of him now is just⊠him.Â
As you go about your routine during breakfast, youâre reminded that for Jungkook, there doesnât seem to be a difference. How he is at work is the same as how he is elsewhere - serious, quiet, and detached. Except maybe when heâs with those women he meets at clubs, though. Perhaps the thrill and pleasure inject a bit of emotion and passion in him. You wouldnât know, but at least itâs a way for him to take a break from the responsibilities he carries.Â
You scold yourself internally again. Youâre not supposed to be curious; youâre not supposed to care. So you shake all of them away and remind yourself of who you are and your own distance that you should observe.
You get to your senses and proceed accordingly. You go about as usual in the morning with his meetings, and then he shuts his office so he could focus in the afternoon. You see his furrowed brows from the window, as he works on what seems to be the Arts Center again, given his requests for financial and marketing reports of the company's non-residential projects from the last five years. Â
Youâre busy with organizing his Singapore trip and coordinating with the CEOâs office about the upcoming Appointment Dinner to formally introduce the new appointees, when he exits his room and looks through the folders lined on the shelf behind you.
âWhere are the portfolios of our collaboration projects from 2017?â He asks.Â
âTheyâre in the archive room,â you answer, standing up to head there.Â
But he does it first, beating you to the corner area just off the hallway to the left. Your steps are obviously not at pace with his, and heâs tiptoeing to reach for a large folder by the time you get there. Heâs able to retrieve it, laying it on the ledge as he goes through some pages.Â
âI couldâve gotten that,â you say softly, and Jungkook turns to you and wishes he hadnât, as your pout makes his insides melt.Â
Thereâs something about your disappointment that you didnât get to help him that makes his heart race a little, and while he knows it has everything to do with you thinking that heâd think youâre not doing your job properly, he still likes to keep the thought that youâd wanted to help him in the first place.
âIt was heavy,â he explains.Â
âIâve carried and pulled and pushed things way heavier than that folder,â you scoff.Â
âReally?â Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, trying not to show amusement on his face. âMy cousin let you do all those things, huh?â
You frown at his attempt to catch you slipping. âI do many things in the background during events, Mr. Jeon, things that get everything functioning properly while Mr. Jung engages with the guests.â
Jungkook can only imagine how much work you put into getting those events hosted by the VPâs office running. Perhaps retrieving heavy folders is no big deal for you. But still, he doesnât want to come across as a jerk for making you do something he can do on his own. He already was, he reminds himself, and you also definitely think he is;Â he doesnât want to add to that any more, not after everything thatâs happened.Â
So he just nods. âItâs a simple task I can do.â
Jungkook looks at the labeled boxes and folders. Heâs got materials and design points to finalize by tonight. There are some more past projects he wants to go through to take inspiration from, and he finds another one he wants to look at, underestimating its weight, which is why he jerks in surprise when he feels how heavy it really is.
Youâre there on cue, as if you knew it was gonna be too much. And if heâd asked you, you probably wouldâve told him so.Â
Youâre standing much closer to him, your fingers grazing against his as you hold onto the folder. Itâs almost familiar, only because you stood this close to him that night at the restaurant, too - when you cleaned him up, and then when you handed him his clothes in the washroom. You actually stand this close to him everyday when you fix his tie. Perhaps after all that, itâs only dawning on you just how little space between you two there are sometimes, and youâre suddenly hyper aware - of the distance, of his scent, of the way heâs looking back at you when you turn to look at him.Â
âIt was heavy,â he admits.Â
And for some reason, you laugh. Maybe itâs the slightly embarrassed look on his face or itâs just your defense mechanism when you feel tense but you let out an amused sound, with it fading as the time goes by and you realize youâre actually laughing at your boss.Â
âMaking fun of me, Ms. Cho?â
âI⊠Iâm sorry, Mr. Jeon,â you stammer, stepping away.Â
Youâre about to mentally curse yourself until you see his slight smirk, and the thought of him making fun at you by scaring you like that makes you feel better. He may have some sense of humor after all.Â
Still, you bow in apology, and thereâs a moment when you meet his eyes, with something not anger or frustration in them, that you both linger, as if there are things both of you feel that need to be said; you just donât know what they are.
âDid the dry cleaners get to remove the wine stains?â You manage to get some words out, turning away now as you bring up last Saturday night.Â
âUh, yeah,â he responds. Thereâs a pause before he continues. âDid⊠did you get home okay?â
Youâre too stunned to be able to answer right away but you eventually do. âUh, yeah. Jimin, Soomin, and I just bought food and then went to my apartment. And you?â
âI did,â he nods.
âDid⊠did Hajoon bother you again after we left?â
âNo. Well, he just kept giving me the death stare but he didnât do anything else,â he says.Â
âI really donât know what got him so worked up,â you sigh, feeling bolder at having to share this much. âHeâs not usually confrontational and he knows I hate it. That shouldnât have happened.â
âPeople have their reasons for getting angry. Theyâre not always valid, though, and definitely not always warranted,â Jungkook replies, briefly looking away. âWhatever it is, at least he didnât throw a punch.â
âOh, if he did, that is it for me,â you chuckle, feeling unfamiliar with being able to talk to Jungkook so casually like this. âGoodbye, job; goodbye, Seoul. I will probably just work as a librarian somewhere.â
Jungkook wants to say he wouldnât accept your resignation for that reason, that he doesnât want you to go anywhere, actually. But thatâs too much and probably inappropriate to say given the circumstances. So he just hums and turns back to the folder and looks through them.Â
âIâll need these back in my room,â he says, carrying one while you take the other.Â
You appreciate the topic change, knowing you wonât know how to handle more if the conversation deepens. You both walk back quietly, as it dawns on you that the casual nature you both talked to each other is a little disorienting.Â
Youâre not used to him sounding concerned.
Heâs not used to you being honest and open.Â
Perhaps seeing a different side of him isnât all that bad, you think.Â
Jungkook wants to believe itâs your way of forgiving him, too, even if he hasnât actually apologized for anything.Â
The minute it takes to return to your respective desks ends, and Jungkook is back to focusing on his designs while you get back to making reservations. You peek inside his room every once in a while to check if heâs okay, if thereâs anything else he needs, if thereâs anything you can do for him.Â
The frustrated look on his face isnât new, but the fact that it isnât directed at you, is. So is the worried feeling you have for him. Youâre a mix of emotions from everything thatâs happened this past month, so you canât deny that the way heâs been acting towards you has left you confused, maybe even doubtful. You have to be cautious, you think, and not fall into a comfortable dynamic with him so easily.Â
The next day, heâs back to being serious once again, as you sit to his right in the restaurant that will be catering the upcoming VP event. Jungkook decided for both of you to have the food tasting for lunch, and so a spread has been prepared for him to make the final decision on the menu.Â
Youâd like to think that youâve developed quite a sophisticated palate, all thanks to the numerous events that Hoseok asked you to organize in your three years working under him. With this upcoming dinner party a sort of introduction of Jungkook and the project to the art world, he wants to make sure that he serves only the best to the guests, which is why he carefully tastes each dish, trying to determine the best combination thatâs both delicious and creative.Â
You give your comments, some of which he acknowledges, and you feel like youâre both making headway in terms of the menu, as well as with his disposition for the day, given that heâs looking more comfortable and relaxed than he was half an hour ago.
That is, until he sips his wine for the first time, and clears his throat.
âI believe I specifically said that lunch today is a work matter, Ms. Cho,â he says sternly. âYouâre on the clock and this isnât a break.â
âYâyes, Mr. Jeon,â you answer, curious as to the reason for his statement.
âThen why is your boyfriend waiting outside the restaurant, trying to catch your attention?â
âWhat?â You exclaim, turning around and spotting Hajoon standing by the lamppost, his sullen eyes getting a bit of light in them once they meet yours. âI⊠I donât know,â you respond. âI havenât spoken to him since Saturday.â
âHow did he know youâre here, then?â
âHis restaurant is just up the street,â you sigh. âHe mustâve seen me when he was walking there. This area is his usual route. Please just ignore him.â
âI canât when heâs in my peripheral vision. Heâs still the man who got in my face the other night. He clearly wants to speak to you and I donât think heâll go away,â Jungkook reasons.Â
You look at him, waiting for his instructions.Â
Jungkook doesnât like that Hajoon is there and he also doesnât want you to speak with him during work hours, especially if itâs going to affect you for the rest of the day. But the man seems desperate and persistent; he really doesnât seem like heâll just let this moment of seeing you pass.
âYou have five minutes,â Jungkook says.Â
You donât exactly want to go out there; thereâs a reason why you havenât returned Hajoonâs texts or calls these past days. But you can imagine that itâs a worse look for him to be staying around; a distraction during this work matter that you know Jungkook would not appreciate one bit. So you stand up and tell him that youâll be back shortly.
Jungkook returns to the dish in front of him, noting that the Japanese mushroom risotto is a good addition to the set menu. The event his office is planning includes a sit down dinner and then an offering of canapĂ©s and champagne while guests walk around the venue to see the presentation of the Arts Center in large boards and on screens. It will be a good way for him to socialize - something heâs incredibly nervous about because itâs not his strongest suit, nor is it something he enjoys, unlike his cousin. The primary goal, though, is to introduce the project. Jungkook needs important people on board so they can be involved in the launch and the succeeding special activities.
He tries to think about that night and how he wants to design the place. He tries to think of other things, too, like the music and decor, even if heâd said thatâs for both of you to plan next week. Heâs even thinking of a follow up already, even if his management support team is in charge of that and would be dependent on how this first one is gonna go.Â
Jungkook tries to think of anything, really, just so he wonât constantly be glancing at you in his periphery, as you talk to the man from the other night and possibly make up. You did leave him at the restaurant last Saturday; you also did clarify that youâre not together. You just said you havenât spoken since then, so itâs safe to say that both of you arenât in good terms.Â
Jungkook can only assume, though. He doesnât know the story, nor would he ever; he reminds himself he shouldnât be thinking about it in the first place. He was never one to be privy to his staffâs personal lives; he spent most of his time with Lucas but didnât know more than his family's composition. Jungkook doesnât even recall knowing if Lucas had a partner, or if his then-assistant even mentioned it.Â
But clearly, Hoseok knows more about you than Jungkook wouldâve expected. Perhaps itâs just how his cousin is, or maybe the time spent together just created that environment where itâs natural or normal. Maybe itâs the culture that his father encouraged; his old man is quite close with Mr. Ri - his former chauffeur and bodyguard - and Mrs. Myung - his executive assistant, after all.Â
But itâs not what Jungkook is used to; itâs not how he spent his few years in the Singapore office because like always, all he did was work and party. His mentor in graduate school also advised him that professional lines are ones he shouldnât cross. Though Jungkook never really knew what exactly those were, he just dared not get close to anyone or be remotely interested at all, and that never caused him any problem. Heâs always been safe where he was, guarded and unbothered.
But ever since you walked through those doors at Hoseokâs office that first Friday, Jungkook has been finding himself skirting near the boundaries far too often, and itâs only been a month. It began with making sure youâre eating well and that youâre safe on the way to work; he convinces himself thatâs human decency, although he never really bothered much before.Â
And between wanting you to get proper rest before your trip to your hometown, to seeing you with that man from last weekend and being so bothered by it that it caused a scene, Jungkookâs internal alarm bells are ringing, telling him that heâs getting too interested, too close. It doesnât help that he finds you attractive, something he doesnât have control over. What he does have a say in is how he responds to it, and that has been incredibly tough, especially given the weekend heâs had.Â
Heâd spent the rest of it trying to keep his mind off you - the way you looked in that outfit, the way your touch sent shivers down his spine, the way youâd looked at him worriedly⊠And when you walked out of that restaurant, he wondered what you were thinking, how you were feeling, how youâd be spending the rest of the night, and if you were gonna be home okay. He hasnât really stopped since.
Even now, as he stays in his seat and tightly grips his glass of wine at the scene unfolding outside.Â
Youâre standing with your arms crossed - setting the boundaries, and perhaps signaling your detachment, though he canât see your face. The man, on the other hand, seems emotional, the tinge of sadness evident on his face. But thereâs a mix of frustration and anger, too, as his arms flail around. He points at you, then at himself. His voice seems raised; Jungkook swears he can see the veins from the manâs neck popping out while you⊠youâve got your head turned to the side, your body not eliciting much of the emotion the way the manâs is.Â
Jungkook stops himself from making an excuse for you to come back inside, just so he can pull you away from a conversation that you donât seem to be wanting to have. But he knows itâs not his place, and the man might make a scene again if Jungkook decides to step in. You know how to stand up for yourself; youâd done it to him, he reminds himself. Youâll do what you need to do, whatever it is.
The man heaves, as whatever monologue he was giving ends. He reaches out to you, perhaps making a final plea, but you step back, widening the distance. Itâs what prompts him to bow his head and turn around, leaving you by the lamppost on your own.Â
Jungkook sighs in relief now and he waits for you to return, but heâs surprised when you stay rooted in your spot, your arms wrapping around yourself despite the heat outside. He worries when you enter, your head bowed down and unable to look at him.Â
He wants to ask how you are, but heâs unsure if heâs ready for your answer, knowing that there isnât much he can do anyway. So he goes with what he knows - detachment.Â
âIâve chosen the last two dishes,â he says. âTheyâre serving the desserts soon.â
You turn to him immediately, your misty eyes painted with worry meeting his own.
âI didnât think I was away that long,â you state, worried about the time you left your boss waiting while dealing with a personal matter that for the first time made you wish you were stuck with Jungkook instead. âIâm sorry, Mr. Jeon.â
He didnât expect you to look so upset. Heâs terrible at comforting people, but even if he wasnât, he doesnât know if heâd manage to comfort you. So he just shrugs and says that they were straightforward dishes.Â
You both try the desserts then the canapĂ©s, exchanging thoughts about all the options before shortlisting your chosen dishes. By the time the food tasting is over, youâre stuffed and set for the rest of the day.Â
You try not to look at Jungkook. You donât know if heâd seen how your conversation went with Hajoon, but if he had, he could probably tell what was going on even if he couldnât hear anything.Â
Heâs had his moments, but youâve never seen Hajoon look that upset and emotional, and you stood there, afraid to face all his feelings that you didnât know what to do with, all those words that you didnât know how to take. Youâre usually one whoâs able to let negative things said to you just go over your head, but something about what heâd said today hit you; you know itâll take you until tomorrow to get over them.
But you try to get through the rest of the day the way you usually do - going through reports, organizing schedules, finalizing tomorrowâs presentation, and then working on the revised interdepartmental guidelines that Jungkook tasked you to do.Â
There are draft letters you send to him, thinking that youâll work on some administrative matters while he reviews them, but youâre surprised when he calls for you 10 minutes later, saying the letters are approved and you can send them in the morning. Youâre left wondering, given that anything you submit to him usually goes through intense scrutiny. Perhaps youâre not used to this easy pass, but you try not to overthink it, given the day youâve had.
âYou can go home, Ms. Cho,â he says as he types away.Â
Itâs 5:30 PM. Usually this time, heâs still handing you things to review or instructing you on what else to do.Â
He seems to pick up on your silence, as without looking at you, he clarifies. âI donât need you to do things you can do tomorrow. Weâll have meetings all day so I understand if you want to stay behind but you donât have to.â
He doesnât seem like heâll be finishing soon, and youâre really not in the best mood so you nod and bid him goodbye.
The conversation with Hajoon stays in your mind all night and lasts until the next day. Youâre in Jungkookâs penthouse the next morning, preparing his breakfast while he takes a shower.Â
With your phone snug under your neck, you relay to Soomin what happened yesterday. She was too busy last night for a call and sheâs been bugging you since you got in the car - that you continue to ride as per your bossâ instructions - so you finally picked up, knowing how long it usually takes for Jungkook to finish.
âIt started with him apologizing, then wondering why I havenât been picking up his calls, then justifying his actions from last Saturday as him, standing up for me,â you narrate. âObviously, I didnât take those too kindly. But he said he wanted to be with me, like, have an actual relationship. And I said I didnât want to then he just⊠he kinda just said everything heâs been keeping in.â
âWhich is what?â Soomin asks.
âThat Iâm selfish, that I donât think about what my actions may mean to others, which is silly since I was clear from the start about what I wanted from him,â you sigh. âHe said that I act independent but thatâs just a front, that deep down Iâm a lonely woman whoâll probably push away every person whoâs shown me they care until I have no one left and thatâs why Iâll be alone forever, which he says is a deep fear that I have because I apparently told him that when I was drunk. And even after all that, he said he still cares about me, that he wants to try to be something for real this time, that if I just let him, heâll love me right and make me happy and I just backed away, like, why would youââ
The clearing of the throat cuts you off, and you nearly drop the expensive plate due to panic once you look up and see Jungkook standing by the kitchen.
âIâm so sorry for taking a personal call, Mr. Jeon,â you say immediately, putting away your phone. âIt wonât happen again.â
You bow your head down in apology, which is why you donât see the way Jungkookâs eyes soften as he looks at you. Words like that hurt, and he canât imagine what it mustâve felt like for you hearing them. Still, you went about yesterday with your accomplished tasks and completed deliverables like it didnât happen, displaying a kind of strength that he could only hope to have.
âYesterday was a tough, I suppose,â he states, choosing to ignore your apology.Â
âIt was a normal one,â you brush off, walking towards him to fix his tie, not meeting his gaze.Â
Jungkook doesnât reply, knowing you donât want to acknowledge that heâd overheard your conversation, which he didnât mean to walk in on. It did bother him, too; he suddenly wishes heâd fought back if that man was just going to speak to you that way.Â
Thereâs a sadness in your eyes that he tries not to mind and which you try to trivialize. Perhaps the man matters that much to you for you to be feeling this bad; Jungkook doesnât really know what to do with that thought. So he tries to brush it off, too, telling you instead to be ready for todayâs meeting with his father.Â
You ask if heâs checked the presentation you worked on, as you added things from the last time. He nods and says he only added minimal details that he came up with last night, and you check to find that he indeed just made minute changes, another thing that youâre thankful for yet wary of, especially given how critical he was about your work in the beginning.Â
You continue with your morning routine of debriefing about yesterdayâs meetings, then you finalize the Arts Center eventâs menu in the car. When you arrive at the office, you wait patiently as he goes through some reports that youâve checked, then he reviews some memos that he asked you to work on.Â
The last one finishes faster than you expected. It seems now that his comments are what you look for, only because it reminds you that he hasnât changed; somehow that seems like a better thought to have than him suddenly being lenient or lowering his standards for you for some unknown reason. Heâs definitely witnessed some of your low moments; you donât want to think those have anything to do with how heâs been lately.
The meeting with the management support team ends before lunch time, and you work on the minutes and the other things Jungkook had asked of you during the time that he meets with Yoongi in his office. That takes another half hour, and by the time theyâre done, youâre done with your tasks, too, so you send those documents to Jungkook for checking in the afternoon.
Another one off the list, you think to yourself. At this point, youâre just going over all your deliverables with a focused mindset and waiting for the dayâs end so you can spend time for yourself, just on the couch watching variety shows and movies until the weekend comes when you can do that for longer hours.Â
Having your friends over or traveling to Daegu are the only other things you look forward to. You used to look forward to spending the night at Hajoonâs, too; you could at least feel something pleasurable - the closest you could get to any form of intimacy that didnât require you to bare yourself other than your body. But thatâs a thing of the past now - thereâs that amazing life-changing toy that Soomin got you last Sunday thatâs got you thinking that youâll be fine being alone for the rest of your life.
âLong day, huh?âÂ
You look up and see Yoongi, his curious eyes scanning your desk full of papers, folders, and half-eaten biscuits.  Â
âIt has been,â you sigh.
âI see. Itâs also only just 12 noon,â he points out.
âWhat a shocking revelation, Min Yoongi,â you grunt. âI donât need to be reminded that I have another six hours here.â
âHmm, just like me. So, what are you looking forward to when you clock out?â
âMy leftover stir-fry for dinner that Iâm going to add beef to,â you respond. âAnd The Zone. I missed it last Monday.â
âYou and your variety shows,â he chuckles.
âWhat other reason do I have to laugh, hmm?â
âIâd say me, but you donât find me funny.â
âYou arenât, sorry,â you smile, your first of the day, and Yoongi smiles back, knowing you havenât been doing it the past few weeks.
âSoââ
âMs. Cho,â Jungkookâs voice cuts Yoongi off, as your boss stands by his open door with curious eyes that flit from you to the man in front of you. He recovers though, as he instructs, âthe minutes are fine. Send it to the team now so they can work on their tasks.â
âYouâve read it?â You speak too soon, realizing a second too late that the words didnât stay in your head. Your widened eyes donât help you though, as Jungkook scowls at you.
âAre you asking me if Iâve read the file that I just approved and instructed you to disseminate?â
Yoongi purses his lips to hold off a laugh, and you glare at him because his teasing isnât really what you need right now.Â
âI meant, uh, youâve reviewed it already, sir? I⊠thought⊠you were going to prepare for the lunch meeting instead,â you reason, which isnât even a lie.Â
âI have. Father hasnât called me up so I just reviewed the minutes while waiting.â
You look at the file and see that nothing has been added. âAnd? Thatâs it?â
âMs. Cho, are you questioning my ability to review?â He asks, his eyebrows furrowed as he starts to look displeased, although they seem harmless compared to his frustrated expressions from the past.Â
âNo, Mr. Jeon, I apologize,â you say. âI was wondering if you didnât have anything more to add, thatâs all.â
âThereâs none,â he clarifies. âJust send it to the team and uh⊠get ready for the meeting.â
He glances at Yoongi before closing the door.
âQuestioning your bossâ ability to review now, huh?â Yoongi teases.
âShut up. Heâs just been weird,â you pout.
âThatâs new. How so?â
âHe hasnât been an asshole for a few days.â
âWell, thatâs quite the standard but I get you, I guess,â Yoongi hums. âIn what way has he been out of character?â
âHe just⊠hasnât been pointing things out and correcting my submissions or asking a lot of questions about the reports I review,â you say. âOr just⊠you know, he hasnât been him. He makes Mr. Ri pick me up every morning, he doesnât email on the weekend, I get to leave on time, I get to eat properlyâŠâ
âIn short, heâs been a decent boss recently?â
âI guess⊠I mean, itâs been two weeks since my mishap. Heâs been quite tolerable these past few days. Maybe he hit his head and some loose screws tightened. Maybe he had a bad dream and the ghost of the future me visited him. Maybe he had a change of heart⊠though thatâs highly unlikely. Maybe heââ
âRealized he hasnât been good to you and doesnât want you to go through the horror of another Mrs. Byun,â Yoongi interjects.Â
Your curious eyes prompt him to continue. âWe had a meeting the other day and I saw a folder on his desk with her name on it. Formal complaints are only available in physical copies; other personnel files are stored in the server, so the only documents heâd have of her are the ones of her investigation. And heâd only be interested in that because of you. Those include your written statements.â
âAs do you yours,â you point out.
âYes, heâd totally be interested in how his design lead witnessed a managerâs abuse of power three years ago,â Yoongi sarcastically says.
You sigh to yourself. Youâve never told Jungkook about your experience with Mrs. Byun, but you wouldnât be surprised if Hoseok or even Yoongi has mentioned it to him. Itâs an experience you donât like to think about; you were a young woman who had everything to prove, who had a lot to lose, and conceding to someone taking advantage of you seemed like the only way to survive. Not once did you put your foot down, and not once did you stand up for yourself. You experienced all those then went home to an empty house and found comfort in your own warmth and your own breathing.Â
You donât want that experience to determine how others would treat you after. Hoseok was all things gentle and warm and you know that whatever you went through wouldnât have determined how he treated you.Â
But Jungkook⊠Jungkook is different. This isnât his default state. This isnât how he normally is. This isnât how you started. The last thing you want is for him to feel pity for all that you went through - in the past and recently - and then treat you differently because of it. Heâs been less critical, less judgmental, and less doubtful of your capabilities. You only wish it isnât for anything that heâd read or seen you experience.Â
âI doubt it,â you shake your head. âA man that perpetually displeased doesnât just decide one day that heâd give the bare minimum of decency to his assistant.â
âLook, ___. Jungkook is a lot of things. He has a lot of feelings that he doesnât want to deal with, and a lot of emotions he doesnât know how to express,â Yoongi tries to explain. âI wouldnât be friends with him if I didnât believe thereâs an ounce of goodness in him. And there is. Maybe him showing it just isn't good timing. Heâs terrible at that, too. In fact, heâs terrible at a lot of things, but it doesnât mean he doesnât try. It doesnât mean he isnât capable of kindness.â
âKindness,â you huff. Thatâs quite a reach, but Yoongiâs always been a good judge of character. You do want to believe what he says about Jungkook; itâs just not an easy switch to flip. âIâm just trying not to care much at this point,â you sigh. âI come to work, focus on my tasks, do whatever Iâm asked, go back home, rinse and repeat.â
âIs it satisfying, though?âÂ
âWhen was work ever satisfying, Yoongi?â You laugh bitterly.Â
âWell, I could at least recall seeing you enjoy organizing those events for Hoseok and even joining him in some,â Yoongi points out. âI⊠I saw you smile a lot. There was a bit of satisfaction there, yeah?â
âSomehow, I guess. But I just had to make do. Hoseok was great, but this is also my job, really the only thing going for me.â
âWhat are you working towards, then?â
âI donât really know. Maybe at 30 I should know but I really donât.â
âThen why are you still here?â He asks, softly, desperately. âWhy do you stay?â
âAnd find out who I am outside of all this?â You wonder out loud. âWhat if I donât like her? What if she isnât good?â
âThen this place hasnât been good for you if you doubt who you are outside of what youâve done here,â Yoongi says. âYouâre just 30; thereâs a whole world out there where you can learn who you are and be someone you actually like. I donât know whatâs stopping you.â
A lot of things, you think to yourself. But when you find comfort in discomfort, when you find security in chaos, and when you find companionship in loneliness, itâs not that easy to leave all this behind, even if deep down, you know itâs what you have to do.
âI donât know, too,â you lie. âMaybe Iâll find a good enough reason one day and that would be it; Iâll be out of here and then I can find out if I like myself outside of everything I know.â
âI think you would.â
I did, Yoongi thinks to himself. He knows youâd laugh and agree; heâs moved on from you and things canât be any better than how your friendship is right now, but he also knows youâre not the best at feelings, a similarity he realizes you have with the person you supposedly dislike.Â
âI wonât know until then, I guess. So I just gotta bear with who I am now,â you say.
Thereâs so much of you that Yoongi doesnât know. Itâs why he wanted to, why he asked you out for coffee and why he felt a bit of a heartbreak when you turned him down. But there are parts of you that he does know, that you let him see, and sometimes he finds himself wishing youâd find someone youâd feel safe enough with to share everything else you keep to yourself.Â
He keeps these things to himself, too. Heâs learned that the only way to keep you close is to keep his distance; youâll reach out if you need to, even if itâs something you rarely do. But whatâs important is that heâll be there just in case; what matters is you know that thereâs a hand available when you need it.Â
So he just nods and takes your word for it. Youâll find yourself somehow, in whatever way you will. And youâll find a reason to leave, whenever that is. He could only hope itâs a decision youâd make on your own, one that you wonât regret, and one thatâll lead you to find whatever it is that youâre looking for.
âSo what, they want to put a stop to the Arts Center? Theyâre not the ones working hard for it. And quite frankly, I donât need their help in any way to make it happen.â
Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief, anger manifesting in the way he clenches his jaw and groans repeatedly. Itâs a sight youâre familiar with by now, and for the first time, you feel for him. It feels as if with this project, he doesnât seem to have anyone on his side, aside from Hoseok, whoâs been encouraging and helpful in many ways.Â
âThey donât want to stop it, son,â CEO Jeon says. âTheyâre merely questioning some of your decisions about the prices youâve set out.â
âIn short, theyâre undermining me,â Jungkook groans. âThis is my project. Weâve done the necessary research. If they read the report, theyâd know. But clearly, they just want reasons to doubt all this, to doubt me.â
âItâs just the first project of its kind,â his father reasons. âThe arts institution from 2017 was a collaboration and it wasnât this big. The Arts Center just isnât the usual commercial establishment that the VP office undertakes. The Board just wants to be clear about the profits because itâs not as straightforward as the others. They want to know how the property will earn.â
âExhibition entrance tickets, bookings, rent,â Jungkook replies. âWhatâs not straightforward about that? Might as well say they donât understand or even value arts and culture because that makes money, and if done right and respectfully, it can make a lot of money. I know what Iâm doing.â
âItâs not like I didnât make those points, son. Itâs your first big project. I think they justââ
âDonât believe I can manage it on my own.â
âThey donât think you can make the necessary connections on your own,â CEO Jeon finally says. âWe all know how important that is. They doubt youâd be able to forge good relationships with professionals in an industry we donât really have strong connections to. And with a project this big, itâs the companyâs resources and reputation on the line.â
Thereâs silence in the room, as Jungkook seems to process the core issue that the Board has with him. You can tell itâs affecting him so much, as the anger in his eyes slowly turns into resignation.Â
Itâs no secret that Jungkookâs way of engaging with others leaves a lot to be desired. From what you can see, heâs used to thinking more, envisioning, planning - the concepts and designs are amazing in his head and there are others tasked to sell that idea, to make it connect with people, to express why it matters, and to make sure it earns. Thatâs what Hoseok is good at; Jungkook never seemed like the type who enjoys that aspect of the work.Â
âYou shouldâve thought about my outstanding interpersonal skills before appointing me as Vice President, then,â he says bitterly. âClearly thatâs what the Board and everyone else value more than anything.â
âHey, Kook. We know youâre good for this role,â Hoseok comforts. âAnd we believe in your project, we really do. Just focus on that. Make sure youâre constantly adjusting and refining the plans, and remind the Board that your ideas are even better when theyâve come to life. Youâve done it with your other projects before. Eventually youâll be able to show them that youâre more than capable of forging relationships, too. Thatâll come naturally. But in the meantime, you just have to give them something to make them believe itâll be good for the company and our image in the long-run. Make them envision it.â
âI have,â Jungkook argues. âAnd Iâll keep doing that. I just need father to be on my side. I just need him to back me up, to trust me and every single one of my decisions.â
Youâve never heard desperation in Jungkookâs voice until today and youâre surprised with how much itâs affecting you, not just because you know how much effort heâs put into conceptualizing the place but because youâve come to believe in it, too.
âMs. Cho.â
CEO Jeonâs voice pulls you away from Jungkook, and you turn to the older man and ask if thereâs anything he needs.
âYour thoughts,â he responds. âWhat would the Arts Center mean for the company? Do you think it will yield profits?â
Theyâre not questions that are new to you. Hoseok would often ask you these things about the smaller projects that go through him. CEO Jeon has asked you the same things in informal situations before, not so much to gain new insight - although he claims that your thoughts are interesting to him - but to gauge your belief in the project. He has a good read on people; youâve observed him ask questions and pick apart not what they said but how they said it. You suppose thatâs what heâs doing now, too.
âYouâve mentioned a few times that you want to expand the companyâs market, Mr. Jeon,â you start. âAnd if I remember correctly, the Board agreed. Efforts to cater to expats and the middle class have been successful, but perhaps another type of expansion is in engaging the field of the arts and culture and its creators and consumers. More people from all walks of life and all over the world are gaining interest in Korean art and culture in all forms and the company has the resources to create a space for it. Like what the Vice President said, thereâs an opportunity to earn from it while, of course, respecting it.â
You see CEO Jeon and Hoseok nod, a sight youâve seen before as well. But Jungkook looks at you with curiosity, with a look of anticipation, as if heâs hanging onto every word youâre saying.Â
âThe Arts Center was conceptualized and designed to be a hub for all things creative,â you continue. âMaking general admission free makes the arts accessible to people, and once that appreciation grows, theyâll pay to see it, to experience it. Just go to any online forum and youâll see that the public wants to experience art, not just observe it. Theyâd travel for it. The Center has spaces for that. I think thatâs the ultimate goal - for anyone to be immersed in it. And that can happen through art pieces in a gallery or in a garden, through books, music, or spoken poetry, or even a photoshoot. Patrons can book rooms for private events, they can buy from the gift shop, they can do art themselves. Itâs like a canvas and they can take part in creating meaning for the space. Thatâs what weâre selling. And thatâs something people are willing to buy.â
âI see your point, Ms. Cho,â CEO Jeon says, nodding satisfyingly at you. âAnd itâs a good one.â
âItâs what Mr. Jeon has been saying all this time,â you counter. âItâs easy to understand and to buy into the idea⊠if only the Board would listen to him. If only theyâd open their mind to what he envisions.â
âWell, thatâs one way to get through to them, then,â Hoseok voices out. âInvite them to the arts event, treat them like creators and consumers, not as Board members.â
âThatâs a good idea,â CEO Jeon says. âMaybe then they can see how you engage with the guests, which I hope youâre working on. And while youâre at it, work on your relationship with them, too. That means initiating conversations, seeking them out⊠It's part of the job, son. The Board are our stakeholders, too, you know this.â
âArenât some of them based in Japan and Singapore?â You wonder aloud, hinting at another suggestion that you want would come from Jungkook himself, given his scheduled plans to fly there. Â
âYeah. Maybe I can meet them the next time I go,â he says, picking up on your thoughts.
Jungkook isnât really fond of engaging with them. He always just left the socializing part to his uncle who used to head the Southeast Asian office. When Jungkook would be in Seoul, he let his father, Hoseok, and Ji-woo deal with them, with nothing but an acknowledgment on his end. He tends to stay at the bar on his own just to drown out the sounds. Yoongi sometimes joins him but most times, Jungkook finds himself alone even during such events; being with a lot of people is tiring, lonesome, isolating. With this new role, heâs started to accept that he has to do more. It doesnât mean heâll enjoy it though.Â
âIâll have that arranged for you,â you tell him.Â
âWell then, thatâs one way to revamp your image,â the older man smiles. âYou just have to keep that up moving forward. Thatâs why Ms. Cho is there. Sheâs used to these events and these engagements with them. Youâll be fine.âÂ
You give a reassuring smile to Jungkook - a genuine one, as you see itâs what he needs, given all that you learned from todayâs meeting. He merely nods, and you think that should be enough of an acknowledgment from his end.
Hoseok wraps it up, going through a few policy-related items and then reminding the other men about upcoming social gatherings that they all need to attend. He asks to briefly speak with Jungkook, whom he pulls aside, while the elder Mr. Jeon approaches you.
âThank you for standing by Jungkook, Ms. Cho, especially since I havenât been able to show my support the way I want to,â he says. âI know it hasnât been easy.â
âIt hasnât, but he made me believe in his vision for the Center,â you respond. âIâm starting to see what he sees. And itâs quite beautiful.â
Jungkook overhears the exchange, as he zoned out on Hoseok once he heard his father address you.Â
Itâs something that his cousin picks up, as he repeats what he just said, totally unbothered by it.Â
Hoseok, of all people, knows how important it is that you have Jungkookâs back. He also knows how difficult that must be for you, given how the man has been towards you all these weeks.Â
But youâre unwavering. Youâre able to withstand the challenges, and while Hoseok knows that you do have a tendency to also allow yourself to suffer through it, he also knows youâve learned, and youâll stand your ground if you need to; heâll back you up, and he can only hope you know that.
You all exit the private room of the restaurant and head back to the office across the street. Itâs 4PM by the time you return to your desk, given that Jungkook called for a meeting with the management support team after what transpired during lunch.Â
You immediately work on the minutes and action points, finishing two hours later and then deciding that youâll work on your next deliverable tomorrow.Â
Jungkook exits his room, informing you that heâll be leaving for an early dinner with Hoseok at a nearby restaurant, and that Mr. Ri can drop you off at your place. Youâve contested the service that was offered to you, and you and Jungkook settled on a compromise that you can go home on your own except for late nights.
âMr. Ri will just be waiting for me anyway. No harm in driving you home tonight,â Jungkook says, knowing you were about to turn down the offer.
âOkay, sir,â you reply.
You do last minute things and pack up immediately to go home, taking this chance to get proper rest because you know the last two days of the week are going to be tiring.Â
The next day, Jungkook does conference calls and closed-door meetings, leaving you to do summary reports and other administrative backlogs that have your eyebrows scrunched the entire day. If it wasnât for Do-hyun reminding you about lunch that you promised to have with her, you wouldâve totally forgotten.Â
Youâre in the zone as you go through the afternoon - two meetings straight that have Jungkook rubbing his temples constantly and you doing the same. But you pop in some aspirin and ginseng jelly next to his cup of tea, feeling satisfied when he takes them.
You go home on time, not wanting to be offered a ride for a consecutive night, and you get proper rest to face the final day of the week.Â
Itâs all going well, as you find a rhythm early on as you work on your deliverables while Jungkook remains focused on his own tasks. Youâre the one who reminds him now to eat his lunch, and seeing the blueprints sprawled on his desk, you offer to buy him one yourself.Â
He nods in appreciation as you state his usual order for confirmation, and you eat your sandwich while waiting for his curry rice bowl in the food hall. You get back to your tasks, thankful for the unusually quiet and uneventful Friday.Â
You see now how hyper focused Jungkook could get. Heâs got his blinds closed but you can tell that heâs immersed in his designs and proposals and plans. Heâs not allowing calls or visitors, and he only rings you to ask for coffee, which youâve given him four times so far. Towards the end of the day, youâre the one who asks to go in, informing him that the Board meeting has been moved to a week earlier than scheduled; itâs two Fridays from now, which means his team has to finalize everything soon.
Itâs his first one since becoming Vice President, and given how he used to question you, youâre surprised when he asks your proposed timeline to prepare for the meeting.Â
âManager Lee is already consolidating all the departmental reports,â you respond. âYou can instruct him to finalize the VP report with all those by Wednesday; the presentation can be due on Friday so you can go through all of them. We can submit the report for CEO review the Monday after that and then you can prepare for your run through until the meeting.â
âSounds good,â he replies. âIâll send them an email with the instructions shortly.â
âNoted, sir,â you say. âIâve also submitted the minutes of the past two daysâ meetings as well as the policy guidelines you asked for.â
âOh, right,â he says, taking his iPad. âIâve looked through them. The minutes are good; you can disseminate them accordingly. Iâve highlighted the parts for the condensed version youâll send to the CEO and the President. I also have minimal corrections and remarks on the policy guidelines and Iâve edited them directly on the file. Just proofread again and then affix my signature once youâve finished.â
âYâyouâre done?â You ask. You hope he doesnât pick up the shock in your voice.
âYes, and Iâve read them. Thoroughly,â he answers.
You smile in embarrassment after the other day.Â
âDoes that bother you?â He follows up.Â
âN-no, sir,â you say, knowing heâs waiting for an answer. âI guess I was expecting you to take longer because, you know, more comments. And youâve been busy all day, too.â
âMore comments⊠Is that what youâre expecting?â
âSort of,â you admit. âI mean⊠you made a lot of them before.â
You pout in reflex as you realize how you sound. Youâre basically pointing out how critical he used to be, and if youâre being honest, you do wish he still was. At least that tells you that heâs still the same, that no knowledge of your past experience with your former boss has made him change his disposition towards you.Â
Jungkook sees your pout, and he crosses his arms and legs to keep himself from doing something as stupid as wiping it off you. Itâs a little disarming for him, if heâs being honest.Â
âI didnât mean that in a bad way,â you clarify.
Liar, you think to yourself.
âWell, if I used to do it a lot and I still do that after a month in, wouldnât it reflect poorly on you and me if you still havenât learned from all that?â He asks.
You think about it and eventually nod. He does have a point.
âYouâve adapted. Iâd be worried if you continued to do things the way you used to,â he adds.Â
You nod again, taking in all his words. Much as you appreciate them, thereâs another thought still bugging you.Â
âMay I be honest, Mr. Jeon?â You ask, your heart beating fast now as he looks at you curiously.Â
He nods anyway and asks you to continue.Â
âI donât think youâd lower your standards or anything when it comes to my work,â you start. âSo I donât want to believe that you pity me just because you know what I experienced in the past.â
He looks at you questioningly, as if to ask what youâre talking about.
âI spotted Mrs. Byunâs files on your table,â you lie. âI assume youâve read about how she treated me. And I⊠I donât want to be pitied, Mr. Jeon. If itâs that, please donât. Please donât let it affect how youâd treat me. It wasnât even that badââ
âIt was,â he interjects. âThis company doesnât tolerate people who abuse their power. I only knew about your case because Iâm thorough with my work. And that includes looking into my staff and their past. I did it for everyone,â he lies as well.Â
Hoseok and Yoongi had mentioned something about a past experience and Jungkook did dig deep. It was so he could help you professionally, he convinced himself.
âYou should also know that I donât make compromises when it comes to the quality of work of my staff and that means I donât pity people if they fail to meet my standards. But I suppose you think that I do because of how I was in the beginning,â he continues, surprising you. âI admit I was being too critical. And I donât have an excuse, just that I absolutely hate change. Iâm not good at managing it and I reacted in a way that Iâm used to, which is not a good way at all. I know now that I was not fair to you.â
The apology doesnât come, but you know that the admission means enough already. Itâs definitely taken a huge burden off of you. You didnât dream up all those incidents and it wasnât entirely on you. That itself gives you relief.Â
âMy father and cousin were right. Youâre a fast learner. You pick up on the comments, work on them immediately, and adjust accordingly. Itâs a good trait to have, Ms. Cho.â
âI appreciate that, Mr. Jeon.â
âMay I be honest, too?â He asks, surprising you again.
You nod, anticipating what heâd say, knowing heâs never been this quiet nor looked this nervous in all these weeks youâve known him.
âWhat you said to my father about the Arts Center the other day, I appreciate that, too,â he says. âI guess you couldâve said something general or basic but you didnât.â
âYour father wouldnât have minded what I said,â you reply. âWhat mattered was how I said it. I guess as the person whoâs privy to a lot of things about the project, he sincerely wanted to know what I thought about it, if I genuinely believed in it.â
âWell, it was a good way to convince him. And it seemed like he believed you.â
âIâm not a good actor, Mr. Jeon,â you chuckle. âHe believed it because I meant it. And he saw that I was on your side. As I should. I still meant it, though.â
âThatâs⊠encouraging,â he huffs. âAt least one person is.â
âIâm sure he does, too.â
âItâs ironic that people like Mr. Ri think that my father and I are so alike, yet we donât see eye to eye most of the time.â
âItâs because you are alike. You both think youâre right all the time,â you joke, teetering on the edge and sighing in relief when he laughs, a sound you donât think youâve ever heard.Â
âYou make a good point,â he smiles a tiny bit, something you also donât think youâve ever seen him do. âBut Iâm still adjusting to working directly with him, and in a bigger role, too. We'll probably butt heads a lot.â
âYou will. I already know it. In fact, I can already see it,â you laugh again.Â
Itâs a moment you share with him that you didnât imagine you ever would. Heâs being honest about his concerns and youâre giving comfort in the way you know how and neither of you seems to mind.Â
âIâm⊠Iâm gonna need your help, Ms. Cho,â he says so softly, his eyes turning away from you. âIâm gonna need your assistance. Not just in seeing the Arts Center through but in everything - navigating this role, dealing with my father, dealing with people. I⊠I know what Iâm good at. So I donât really focus on the things I donât do well in but this position forces me to confront those and I⊠Iâll need help.âÂ
For someone who doesnât seem to like being vulnerable in front of others, seeing this side of Jungkook makes you sympathetic. The soft tone of his voice, the lack of eye contact, the crossed arms⊠theyâre familiar because itâs how you are, and you know itâs difficult to be this honest with another person, especially when itâs about what you need.Â
More than wanting to help him because itâs your job, you find yourself wanting to see him succeed, too, to see him manage it all. That way, when you do eventually leave the company and search whatever it is youâre looking for, you can rest easy knowing that heâll be okay, that the team will be okay, that the Arts Center will be all that he imagined it to be.Â
âIâm here, Mr. Jeon,â you assure him. âIâll do my best to provide you with the assistance you need.â
âThank you,â he mutters, and you donât think youâve ever heard him say those words with such sincerity to you, too.
You bow in acknowledgement and head out, leaving Jungkook in a haze, as he realizes that in your presence, heâd done what he's been trying to avoid ever since you walked in his life - be honest. Heâd told you his concerns, his needs, and it seems that his honesty is something you appreciated as well. There was that acceptance that he wouldnât have expected from you, not because you arenât the type to give it but because he hasnât given you a reason to. But you gave it regardless; you let him feel that it was okay.Â
Itâs another half hour before heâs packing up to head home. Itâs been a tiring week and he just wants to have a long bath, watch sports, and drink a cold beer over grilled meat. Heâll probably get some work done but maybe heâll drive to some resort out of town, have a good workout, get in a sauna, and have a massage. Heâll have a nice meal with his friends and then go to a club. Or maybe heâll just stay in. Thereâs something about being honest that makes him want to keep to himself for a while. Heâll start with that tonight, as he turns down Taehyungâs invite to another one of his clientâs party.
Jungkook walks out and sees your desk empty, but he does hear your voice coming from the management support teamâs room, telling them about your weekend plans as well.
âIâm going to the film festival in Incheon,â you say. âAnd probably just stay at a hostel.â
âAre you going by yourself?â Do-hyun asks.
âUh, yeah,â you reply.Â
Hajoon was supposed to go with you. He invited himself, actually, and you shouldâve read into the fact that heâd wanted to experience your interests with you. You hadnât minded, and thatâs clearly out of the picture now.Â
âI usually go to them by myself,â you add.
âWell, if you decide you want to invite one of us or hang out, you can always let us know,â Chin-sun teases, knowing you probably wonât.Â
âLetâs wait until weâre not too tired and busy, okay?â You chuckle. âThat way, we can afford to do whatever we want on the weekends.â
âYup, thatâll probably never happen,â Do-hyun pouts. âWhen are we not tired and busy? Itâs probably worse this time because we donât get to laugh and joke around like we used to. Are we even getting a holiday? Will we have an out-of-town team building? Or dinners and karaoke like how Mr. Jung used to treat us to?â
âThe team-building is budgeted so yes, weâll have it,â you tell them. âAnd dinners? I can maybe suggest that to Mr. Jeon. And come on, no oneâs stopping you from laughing or joking around. You can still do all that.â
âYeah, but sometimes I feel like Iâm not allowed to because it might seem like Iâm not serious about my job because our boss is too serious and it doesnât seem right,â Do-hyun whines.Â
And for the first time, you feel genuinely bad for how they think about Jungkook. You donât blame them though, but the man you saw earlier who broke into a small smile is definitely capable of laughter; you just donât know how to elicit it from him again.Â
âHeâs just been under a lot of pressure, but he doesnât prohibit you from finding joy in anything,â you say. âJust⊠give him some time, okay? Heâll come around. Letâs just focus on our work and then focus on ourselves when the weekend comes. So all of you, pack up now and go home to your families and your pets. Weâve got a long few weeks ahead.â
Jungkook hears a collective okay then heads out right away, the initial thought of saying goodbye to the team having dissipated. He canât blame them for voicing out their frustrations over the change in how theyâre being managed. Hoseok was loved. He built a competent team whose spirit Jungkook is afraid heâs now breaking. But heâs not like his cousin, and he doesnât know how to reach out to them in a way thatâs genuine. He let the pressure get to him too much early on and while heâs not the type to forge connections with his staff, heâs seeing now how important it is for him as Vice President to do that.Â
But itâs too much to think about for today. Heâll let this affect him a little bit and then figure things out. Based on what he heard though, heâs not on his own. You were on his side again, even when you thought he wasnât around. Thereâs something about the way you stand up to him and stand by him thatâs refreshing. Thereâs honesty there, too, and heâs learning that itâs what he needs.Â
He makes it to the elevator but then holds the door once he hears rapid footsteps. You mutter your thanks as you enter, and he feels the tension build as youâre together after the exchange earlier. He hasnât gotten over that yet, so heâs unsure how to talk with you.Â
It seems like so are you, as you drum your fingers on the strap of your bag and focus on the door while you both wait to make it to the ground floor. Jungkook is tempted to offer you a ride with him but he decides against it. Even then, he slows his steps so he could walk alongside you, as you both head out the main doors.
âGet some rest, Mr. Jeon,â you finally say. âAnd have a good weekend.â
You look at him with sincerity in your eyes, your smile soft and assuring, something heâs never seen you direct at him before. Itâs even different from earlier. Thereâs more understanding, he thinks. Perhaps thereâs care.
âYou, too, Ms. Cho,â he replies before entering the car. âGet home safely.â
You bow to him and wave at Mr. Ri before walking down the pathway to the street that leads towards the bus stop.Â
Jungkook lets himself be comfortable in the seat while he forces the image of your smile out of his head. The sun has set and itâs Seoul at its busiest on another hot Friday evening. There are more cars than usual and so movement is slow, but thatâs how he sees you - walking down the sidewalk in the midst of all these people. And there you are, somehow looking at peace. Thereâs an air of isolation that surrounds you, but you donât look lonely. Just⊠alone. Thereâs still that warmth in your eyes and your smile that he finds himself wanting to see more of.
This is when he realizes he might be in trouble. Thereâs a line he shouldnât cross, but thereâs this desire to get to know you, to know your thoughts and your feelings and your words. He reminds himself that he needs you, in a way that an authority figure needs support and assistance. He needs you to be focused and capable, and he needs to be the same.Â
With his attraction that he canât get over, he knows that the only way to make sure that he keeps things professional is to keep his distance - not just physically, but more so emotionally. Youâll definitely be spending more time together and he needs to constantly remind himself of who you are and who he is. That much as he feels safe and honest with you, he canât go any further; he canât let you get any closer. He doesnât know how heâll do it, but thatâs one other thing heâll figure out.
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Freakend | Zilla Fatu x Black!Fem OC (SMUT) 18+!!!

Kinktober Day #3: Pussy Slapping
"We been fuckin' all weekend, I'm surviving off of your semen (yeah, yeah, ah)
My attitude gettin' bad, think I need to be fucked good..." đ¶
Description: Serenity decides to test Zilla.
Warnings: Daddy Kink, Pussy Slapping, Praise, Dom/sub dynamic, Bratting, Edging, Degradation, Oral (Fem Receiving), fingering.
Face Claim: Tyla
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Zilla walked into the room having just gotten out of the shower, a smirk on his face as he saw Serenity waiting for him completely naked and on her knees. The pair had been on the road most of the summer wrestling all over the Indies only just now taking a breather. Home. They'd been together about a year and had just gotten an apartment together. The plan was to spend the weekend fucking and binging horror movies.
"Oh, so you ready to play, huh babygirl?" he asked, his voice low and dominant.
Serenity looked up at Zilla with a mixture of submission and excitement in her eyes. She nodded, her heart racing with anticipation.
"Yes, Daddy," she replied, her voice soft and submissive. "I'm ready to play."
Zilla chuckled, his eyes roaming over Serenity's body as he walked closer to her. He stopped in front of her, towering over her.
"Good girl," he said, "You know what I like, don't you? You know how to please your Daddy... Face down, ass up."
Serenity obeyed, quickly getting into position on the bed, her face pressed into the sheets and her ass up in the air. She was completely exposed to Zilla, her body trembling with anticipation.
Zilla climbed onto the bed behind her, his hands gripping her hips firmly. He ran his fingers over her ass, appreciating the smoothness of her skin.
"Shit.. You look so good like this, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. "All mine to do whatever I want with.."
Serenity couldn't help but feel a little sassy. She wiggled her ass, looking back at Zilla with a smirk on her face.
"You gonna just stand there and admire the view, or you gonna do something?" she asked, her tone playful and bratty.
Zilla raised an eyebrow at Serenity's sassy comment, a smirk spreading across his face. He loved it when she got bratty.
"Oh, you think you being cute, huh?" he said, his grip on her hips tightening. "You want me to do sumn'? Bet, I'ma show you what happens when you get mouthy with me."
Serenity couldn't help but grin, her heart racing with excitement. She knew she was pushing her luck, but she loved the thrill of seeing how far she could go with Zilla.
"You gonna punish me, Daddy?" she asked, her voice still playful. "Is that what you're gonna do?"
Zilla swiftly repositioned Serenity, rolling her over onto her back and pinning her arms above her head with one hand. He straddled her, his muscular body still glistening from the shower.
Zilla spread Serenity's legs wide, exposing her completely to him. He looked down at her, his gaze intense.
"Keep these legs open," he commanded, his voice firm. "Or yo' ass ain't cumming tonight"
Serenity shivered at Zilla's words, her body already aching with need. She nodded, her eyes locked on his as she kept her legs spread wide open for him.
Zilla leaned down, his mouth hovering just above Serenity's pussy. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and he could see how wet she was for him. He took a moment to tease her, blowing softly on her clit.
"You want me to eat this pussy, babygirl?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "You want Daddy to make you feel good?"
Serenity whimpered, her hips bucking up involuntarily. "Yes, Daddy," she breathed, her voice shaking with desire. "Please, I need you to eat my pussy. I need to feel your mouth on me."
Zilla smirked, satisfied with Serenity's response. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin. He moved closer to her pussy, his breath hot against her skin.
"You taste so good, babygirl," he murmured, before finally diving in and running his tongue along her slit.
Serenity moaned loudly as Zilla's tongue worked its magic on her. He lapped at her clit, alternating between slow, lazy strokes and quick flicks of his tongue. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, and he knew she was already close to the edge.
Zilla pulled away from Serenity's pussy, his hand coming down on it with a wet slap.
"That's for being a brat," he growled, his eyes dark with desire. "But I think you liked it, didn't you? You like it when Daddy spanks your pussy, don't you? fuckin' slut."
Serenity gasped at the sting of the slap, her body arching up off the bed. She couldn't deny the pleasure that shot through her at Zilla's rough treatment.
Zilla raised his hand again, ready to deliver another slap to get wet needy pussy, but she quickly and instinctively closed her legs, trying to protect herself.
He chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing as he roughly forced her legs apart. "Hell nah. Open them legs back up."
"Sorry, Daddy!" She whimpered.
Zilla smirked, satisfied with Serenity's apology. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.
"You gon' keep your legs open, no matter what. Understand?" he growled
He slapped her pussy again, harder this time, before sliding two fingers inside her. "Who owns this pussy?"
Serenity cried out as Zilla's fingers slid inside her, her body clenching around them. She looked up at him with a mixture of submission and desire in her eyes.
"You do, Daddy," she gasped. "You own my pussy. It's all yours."
Zilla smirked as he continued playing with her, his fingers pumping in and out of her with a rough, steady rhythm. He could feel her walls clenching around him, and he knew she was getting close.
"That's right, babygirl," he growled. "Cum for Daddy. Let me feel you cum all over my hand."
Serenity moaned loudly as she came, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy clenched tightly around Zilla's fingers, her juices coating his hand as she rode out her orgasm.
"Oh, Daddy," she panted, her voice shaky. as he licked her juices from his fingers as if it were his favorite dessert. "That was amazing."
"Was I too rough with you, baby?" He questioned as he pulled her into his arms holding her close.
"You were perfect" Serenity said.
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Alfred: I don't understand. What are we watching? Bruce [Pointing at a camera footage on the TV]: Okay, look. I fell yesterday at the market. Dick and I have been having a little disagreement as to what happened. Just watch. I stop to fix my shoe, and then Dick⊠Right there. He makes way for this very attractive woman, whom he conveniently leaves out of his retelling of the story. Now, right here, Dick backs up, pushes his butt into the cart, pushes me into the cans. Do you see that? It's all his fault! Just like I said! I was right! Suck it! Cass: When did you get this? Jason: Oh, my God. That's why you wanted to come separately. Steph: You went to all that trouble just to prove you were right? Bruce: It really wasn't that much trouble. I went to the store, found your friend Jordan, the bag boy, who got me the manager. He gave me the address of the off-site security office. I filled out some paperwork. Sally faxed it to corporate. Three minutes later, I'm buying a pack of DVDs and burning a copy. Piece of cake. Tim: âŠIt's like a sickness. Bruce: What? None of you believed me, so I got proof. You should all be sucking it right now. Kate: Please stop with the "sucking it," Bruce. They're children. Clark: Yes, children are very impressionable. You'll never know what they'll pick up. Lois: Ugh! Okay, Clark, I'm sorry that I blamed it all on you, okay? But we both need to look at our actions. I mean, if we're thinking about adopting another baby, then we need to-- Diana: You're adopting another kid? Clark: That's not the way you make an announcement! Banners! Banners! [Puts on music] đ¶Ah, let's give the boy a hand đ¶ Jason: What the hell's happening here? Dick: Is that from Footloose??? Clark [Turns off the music]: Really, Lois? You couldn't even share telling our friends. Kate: Why are you upset? This is such good news. Lois: No, we're a little on edge because Conner has been acting out, like he doesn't want a sibling-- Clark: Yeah, because Lois taught him to hate sharing. Lois: And, or, because Clark wears him like a fanny pack. Alfred: Oh, stop blaming each other. No kid wants a sibling. I remember Bruce hated his cousin so much, he stuck her in a dryer when she was two. Kate: You put me in the dryer? Bruce: âŠI did. But it wasn't 'cause I hated you. My friend Thomas said that it wouldn't run with a kid inside it, and I knew it would. I was right. Dick: Good governor. It's been going on since you were five? Bruce: âŠOh, my God, it is a sickness. What would make me have that need at such a young age? Kate: How long was I in that dryer? Because- I-Is this why I'm afraid of tumbling? I had to quit gymnastics! Dick: A childhood without tumbling?! [Faces Alfred]. You knew this, and just stood by and did nothing? Alfred: Okay, okay. What's done is done. All you can do is learn from your mistakes. And in that spirit, I would like to propose a toast to our young master Damian. This week, he did something he wasn't supposed to do, like we all do-- Diana [Interrupting]: Like we all do!. Cheers, my young warrior! Alfred: No. Not yet. Master Damian stood up like a man. He admitted he was wrong, and he took his licks. And I'm very, very proud of him. Diana: Aaaand now we clink. Alfred: No, we clink when I say we clink. So Master Damian made a mistake, but he didn't take the easy way out. He's got guts. He's got integrity. And as far as I'm concerned, he's the best-- Damian: Okay, stop, stop! I didn't do any of that! Miss Diana broke into the locker and threw the necklace inside, and then we ran away like cowards! I'm sorry, Alfred! I'm sorry! Alfred: Aha! I knew it. I was right! I was right! Everyone: ⊠⊠[In realization]: Ohhhh. Makes sense. Alfred: ⊠[Drinks in silence].
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