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btsslowburnfic · 4 years ago

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The Arrangement Ch 17

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Part one of the photoshoot

Previous Chapter here

The work week proceeded as normal. Well, what had become normal. Delivering coffee and reminding Yoongi to eat, answering emails, trying to figure out which meetings Yoongi actually needed to go to and which ones were a waste of time. Of course you always went to the meetings, and holy shit you couldn’t believe the topics couldn’t have been discussed via email. You were looking forward to this particular day because you got to go visit Hoseok in the style department and Jimin had decided he was tagging along “for funsies.”

Yoongi was supposed to go and get measured and try on clothes for his photoshoot. When you reminded him that morning he laughed at you, “Uh no. Hoseok knows what size I wear. He can figure it out. Go look at the clothes and I might try some of them on tonight.”

You and Jimin met up for lunch and then headed up to the styling department.

“I’m excited. I’ve never been to a photoshoot before.” You said bouncing up and down in the elevator.

“Yeah, they’re pretty boring actually. Like if it’s with some of the hotter models it’s a little fun for the eye candy, but then you feel bad for them because they have to sit for so long making awkward faces. They are constantly getting their make-up and hair touched up. Touch base with craft services to make sure there’s plenty of water. The lights are bright.”

You took out your phone, “Oh thanks. I wouldn’t have even thought about that. Any other tips?”

“It’s Yoongi. It won’t take as long as it does with the other people. He’ll show up, do it, and leave. JK and Tae, especially Tae, want to chat with everyone on set and if they are together it takes foreeeeevvvveeeeeerrrrr.”

“Huh, ok. Thanks.” The two of you arrived at JHOPE Fashion and walked through the rainbow vomit doors.

Hoseok was wearing glasses with yellow lenses today, which made his dramatic facial expressions stand out even more. He immediately rolled his eyes. He pointed to you. “You are not Yoongi.” He pointed to Jimin. “And you are not Yoongi.” He put his hands on his hips. “So why are the two of you here?”

“I’m sure you can guess why.” You responded dryly.

“Ugh. That ungrateful man. I had lovingly hand stitched these pieces. For him. These patches...” Hoseok pressed his fingers together as though he was praying. “Fine. Fine. You. Y/N. Come. You. Jimin. Wait right there.”

Jimin’s eyes went wide. “Me? Why do I have to wait here?”

Hoseok turned from where he had started to walk towards the back. “You will thank me in a minute. A certain someone is coming to get his fitting in a few minutes.” He raised an eyebrow and then turned around, his heels clacking against the red tile floor.

Jimin started to blush profusely and before you could ask, Hobi interrupted, “Come new girl. We have work to do especially if that boss of yours refuses to come here and experience these magnificent beauties for himself.”

You followed him through the large door, which led to lime green hallways and then to a quiet, more muted workspace. The walls were lined with fabric bolsters, the middle tables with ribbon, thread, patches, paint. Paint?

Hoseok sat down. “From what I understand, this album will have an acoustic feel to it versus his previous albums. For that reason I have chosen these natural materials such as cotton, linen, and denim.” He spread out several pieces onto the large table. “I have also opted for a more neutral pallet, as much as it hurts my soul. I have chosen colors found in nature. I have chosen brightly colored accessories such as these silks to stand in contrast with the stiff fabric and more neutral colors he will be wearing. Additionally, I avoided black. We’ll see if he notices.”

You watched as he draped the red and purple silks over the top of the clothes. For whatever reason, you found it mesmerizing watching the fabric juxtapositioned in such a way. “It’s so cool to hear you tell a story just using clothes.” You said, somewhat enchanted.

Hoseok flicked his eyes up to you, “Thank you. That is what I try to do with my collections. Everyone’s outfit tells a story, even if they don’t mean for it to. May I?” He asked, stepping back and gesturing at you.

“Oh man. You know I don’t dresses fancy--”

“Shhhh you don’t tell me.” He looked at your outfit. You had opted for an Aline skirt and blouse with a casual blazer. “You had meetings this morning, that’s obvious by the jacket. You usually dress cuter. Which means you are either sick or not feeling great. You look fine. So I’m guessing...you are on your period. Sorry, this just comes out, I can’t stop it,” he paused for a moment as your jaw dropped open slightly. He stepped closer, inspecting the shoulders of your jacket. “The blazer is at least ten years old but you shouldn’t have had a blazer ten years ago unless it was for your school uniform and that isn’t a school jacket. Which means it probably belonged to an older sister or aunt. You are very responsible and well organized otherwise you wouldn't be Yoongi’s assistant. Therefore you are most likely the oldest or only child so that is your aunt’s jacket. Your blouse is nice. You actually like it, you’ve worn it twice in the week you’ve been working here. You bought it at a thrift store. You don’t spend a lot of money on yourself, but you are very confident. Therefore, it’s not that you don’t think you deserve nice things, it’s just that you can’t afford them so you likely grew up poor and it has continued into your adulthood.”

“Holy shit. You should be a detective.” You said to him.

“The shoes, I gave you last week. They don’t have a story yet, other than a very good -looking man in a suit helped you out because Jimin said you were a nice girl. You wear zero accessories which shows a lack of both funds and sentimentality. Most people have at least one piece of jewelry that means something to them, but if you have one, you don’t wear it.” He smiled at you, his white teeth gleaming. “ Now, how much am I right about?” He crossed his hands in front of his chest.

You clapped your hands as though you were in an audience. “All of it. Although I am still weirded out that you know I’m on my period. Next time I’m going to wear something skin tight to throw you off.” You joked.

“Well,” he started, “At least now that you work here you don’t have to worry as much right?”

Given the shitshow you went through this weekend you weren’t sure about that, but you shrugged, “It definitely pays better. And money doesn’t buy happiness, but it sure helps make some things less hard.” You gestured to the pile of fabric on the table, “So...what do I do? Take these clothes with me for Yoongi to try on or will they be at the photoshoot tomorrow? Do I need to bring them to the photoshoot?”

Hoseok sighed dramatically, “I could dress Yoongi drunk, in my sleep. He can just show up tomorrow and I will dress him then. My staff will make sure the clothes and accessories are at the photoshoot. Here,” He walked over to one of the garment racks. “More clothes for you. I know you have a big closet. And if you run out of space, just take Yoongi’s, he only wears like three things despite my best efforts.”

You laughed, “Yeah, you’re not kidding. Ok thanks,” You took the clothing. “I appreciate it.”

“It’s no trouble. Feel free to see yourself out, I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh and please make sure the catering has strawberries.”

“Strawberries? Got it.” You were learning so much today.

You exited the backroom and saw Jimin over near one of the pedestals. He was chatting with JK who was getting fitted with a corset. What an itty bitty waist, you admired. The two of them seemed to be having a good time and you had a new list of things to do so you waved at Jimin and headed to 1802 to drop off your new clothes. You had forgotten Hoseok knew you lived with Yoongi. The week had flown by.

You sent a text message to Jiwoo asking if you could stop by her desk and ask her a few questions to make sure everything was set up for tomorrow and then stopped by the apartment.

You conferred with her and learned how to navigate catering requests via the company website; apparently it wasn’t available on the app, good to know. you felt much better about the shoot tomorrow but still nervous and excited.

You knocked on the door to Genius Lab. No answer. Never any answer. You typed the code in and saw Yoongi wearing his headphones, lost in his own world. He had told you to just wait on the sofa when this was the case and that he would eventually notice you. Normally the smell of coffee was what alerted him to your presence, but you had come empty handed today. You sat down on the couch and took out your phone.

YN: I don’t mean to alarm you. But there’s something behind you.

You saw his phone light up. He ignored it for a minute, presumably to finish listening to a song, and then picked it up. You heard him laugh and take off his headphones. “You are the worst.” He spun around.

“So mean. Hey. Tomorrow is my first photoshoot. I checked on the outfits for you. By the way, Hoseok is like Sherlock Holmes with clothing. I learned I’m supposed to contact catering, I have hair and make-up requests in. Do I need to do anything else?”

Yoongi thought for a minute. He never really participated in that side of the photoshoot, now that he reflected on it. He walked his way through a day on set. “No. The changing rooms and photography are handled by other departments. Check with Jiwoo or Jimin, they’ve both set up a shoot before.”

“I did. I’m getting ready to send in the last food request. Any requests?”

“Mandarins. I don’t like to eat a lot on set because I don’t want stuff getting stuck in my teeth.”

“That makes sense. Ok. I’ll let you get back to it then.” You got up and stretched.

“Tomorrow will go fine. If you forgot anything, it will be somewhere in this building.” He reassured you.

“That makes me feel a lot better.” You said honestly. “Alright, I’ll see you around.”

“Later.”

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The next day arrived with Yoongi heading off to the hair and make-up department and you heading to the 11th floor to see what the photo set up looked like. You exited the elevator. Man your hands were sweaty, you followed the sounds of voices and made your way to the shooting location. The lighting crew was checking their overheads, a stand-in was posing on the various props they had set out. It looked as though there were three separate “areas” for shooting photos. One area had a large white couch, complete with coffee table, rubber plant, magazines. The whole set up designed to look like a living room. A second space was a blue sheet with a white background. The third space was a kitchen, complete with an island, stovetop, and refrigerator. Holy moly this space was huge. You marveled at it.

“Hello, can I help you?” An older man walked over.

“Oh hi, I’m YLN. Yoongi’s assistant. I was stopping by to check the set up. It looks incredible.”

“Thank you. Yes. Here, let me walk you through it.”

You received a tour of the set and also an overview of the order of shooting. You also found out that next week, weather permitting, there would be a second shooting at the park across the street. You got catering checked in, or at least pointed to the table and felt like you did a thing. The same happened when the clothing team showed up. You pointed to dressing rooms and the vanity where the accessories trunk should go. You were thankful no one had asked you any questions so far. This was a steep learning curve. You had hoped someone you knew might be here today to help ease your nerves, but so far, it was all new faces.

Finally, you saw one familiar face. Alice walked in, carrying a small case with her. You waved.

“Hey! It’s nice to see you again.” She said. “I had no idea you were Yoongi’s assistant until today.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess I didn’t mention that. I was so overwhelmed that first day,” you smiled.

“No worries. He was just telling me and Bongcha that he had an assistant now. He’s almost done. His make-up is setting. I’m on hair today which isn’t my strong suit, but it’s not like he’s needing a fancy up-do or anything and it’s good for me to practice.”

“Ok great. This is my first time at a photoshoot, so if there’s something I’m supposed to be doing but I’m not, can you let me know?” You confided in her.

“Absolutely. It looks like most of the stuff is set up how it usually is. Just remember,” she got closer to you and spoke quieter, “You are Yoongi’s assistant. Some of these people, especially these older guys will try to get you to do stuff like get their coffee, grab them snacks. That is not your job. It’s not by job. If they have an assistant, it’s their job.”

“I knew I liked you when we first met,” you smiled at her. “Thanks for the heads up.”

“Anytime Unnie.”

She walked over and took out her hair tools and placed them on the table reserved for hair and make-up. A few minutes later you saw Yoongi walk in wearing a black shirt and grey sweats. His face looked even more beautiful than normal. Next to him was a petite girl with long black hair pulled up into a ponytail, dragging a make-up train behind her. Yoongi looked around for a second, and then locked eyes with you. You saw the tiniest smile threaten to come out as he walked over.

“Hey. Everything here looks good.” He gestured to the room.

“Thanks. I didn’t do most of it, I just pointed and people seemed to know what to do already. Your face looks good.”

Yoongi chuckled, “You can thank Bongcha for that. Bongcha, this is YN.”

Bongcha stuck out her hand, “Hi. Nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Nice to meet you as well. You do good work. I give his face a 10/10. Highly recommend.”

“Well, it’s easy when you have such a great model to start with,” She smiled while looking up at Yoongi.

Yoongi had started to blush between the pair of compliments. “Is Hoseok here yet?”

“No not yet.” You took out your phone to see if you had any messages from Hoseok. Nope. You looked back up, “Bongcha, I’m sure you already know, but the make-up table is over there. Alice is setting up right now.”

“Great, thanks!” She headed over, her shiny hair swishing behind her.

Speak of the devil in blue himself, Hoseok strutted in at that exact moment wearing an electric blue suit. His crisp white shirt underneath popped beneath the jacket, and his pocket square had little sunshines on it.

“Wow. You look like the sky.” You said before you could help it.

“Thank you. Indeed. It was my inspiration today. It’s a crime to be indoors beneath these artificial lights on such a beautiful day. Oh well. It can’t be helped.” He laid eyes on Yoongi, like a predator gazing on its prey, “Yoongi. Baby. Come.”

Yoongi scrunched his face. “Don’t call me baby. If you miss the sunlight so much, leave. I know how to dress myself.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you don't know which pieces go together.” Hoseok grabbed Yoongi by the shoulders and started leading him over to the clothing section, leaving you to laugh at the pair of them. You went over to the table you had set up for yourself between make-up and the food. You had printed off several lists that morning to help you stay focused. You checked off several action items. Satisfied, you sat your clipboard down and looked around. It was a well-oiled machine for sure. You walked over to the hair and make-up table. “Hey ladies.”

“Hey! Have you two met yet?” Alice asked, referring to Bongcha.

“Yep, we just did.” Bongcha confirmed, putting on her make-up apron and filling it with various powders and brushes.

“Ooooo we should do a make-up party sometime.” Alice squealed. “We try to do it with all the new girls. And since Yoongi is” she hushed her voice again “One of our favorites. We have to take care of his assistant.”

You smiled, “Sure. That sounds nice. Excuse me.” You decided to go see how the clothes were going.

“Yes. Yoongi’s assistant. So glad you’re here.” Hoseok turned to you.

“She has a name, it’s YN.” You heard Yoongi say from behind the curtain.

“Yes yes. I know. We talked yesterday, remember? At that meeting I scheduled for me and you that you did not come to. Anyways, here. The outfits are now coordinated. They have tags on them corresponding to their accessory in the accessory trunk. Some pieces have more than one option that the Director of Photography and Yoongi will decide on. Got it?”

You looked over the set up. It seemed simple enough since Hoseok had organized it so well .”Yep. You going out to enjoy the sunshine?”

“Honey, I am the sunshine. I’m off to get laid after having to deal with this cloudy baby.” He gestured to the changing room.

“Don’t call me baby.” Yoongi shouted from behind the curtain. You just laughed as Hoseok turned around and left. You waited for a few minutes.

“You ok in there? Need me to come help you put your pants on?” You teased.

“Not necessary.” Yoongi slid open the curtain. Why was everyone teasing him today? He pouted without thinking about it.

You walked over, straightening the collar of his shirt “Hey now, you can’t go around pouting like a baby and not expect people to call you one. Here,” you handed him a mandarin. He scowled at you as he took it. “Such a pretty face” You laughed.

“Yeah whatever. I can eat this while they set up the white meter. You should be fine to just hang around at this point.”

“Alright. Sounds good.” The two of you walked over to the main part of the set where the Director gave Yoongi instructions about where to sit as they practiced the blocking and softbox placement.

“Oh my god he looks so good eating that tangerine.” You overheard. Your eyes bugged out slightly and you turned around. A group of women from the photography team were looking at the images to check the saturation and focus, as well as apparently the model. Damn. NEXT CHAPTER

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rorickwolf · 3 years ago

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Just saw Multi-verse of Madness wanted to put down my thoughts.

Potential spoilers but I'll try to avoid them

Ugh America Chevez great a failed comic book character that was insufferable.

Strange a bit sinister and tries to take AC power interesting

Big fan of Strange, loved Christine sad that she moved on but completely understand, bit rude to invite him to the wedding though. He handled it well.

AC already annoying me.

Wong finally gets to show how kickass he is. All about that.

Oh Wanda!!! 😍🥰😘

Oh Wanda. 😢😭

Oh Wanda!!

Oooh they're actually letting her be a villain. None of that bullshit from Monica at the end of WandaVision?

why is there a minotaur? Is this something I missed from the Disney+ stuff?

America is still pretty annoying but not as bad as before, also no where near as bad as the comics.

wanda decimating kamartage (don't know how to spell it) nice you may be the villain but you're Still my fave with Steve gone.

use that reflection!

Coming out of the gong like the girl from the Ring, definitely love the horror themes.

Interesting world where the color pallet is switch the drab and grayscale are colorful and covered in plants. Fashion is fairly uniform and grayscale.

Mordo is a bitch, still, I'm okay with this.

oooooohh redder red head love interest movie you get me

Ultron bots? Wanda won't like that

cool handcuffs I want a set for totally not kinky reasons.

okay Black Bolt cool, didn't watch Inhumans but I have read a bit about the character.

Oh look they can change her race but Captain Marvel is still an insufferably smug c*nt. Thos character is just so unlikeable to so many people Disney just needs to cut their losses and scrap her. I'm okay with even being gaslighted that she was ever a part of the MCU

hey Mr. Fantastic! Didn't watch your movie because 19th reboot but I do like you John.

Hello Peggy, love you, not as much as I love Steve and although I wasn't a fan of him staying in the past I'am so happy you got your dance. And the Captain Carter angle is nice. I do know about that what if!

PROF. X IN THE 90S CARTOON CHAIR!!!!!!!! SIR PATRICK STEWART!!!!!! Was this in the trailers I didn't watch them for this specific reason this is amazing.

Oh Wanda, now I'm happy, sad, excited for a fight and scareroused.

Oh Wanda. That was a fantastic Villain line but how far you have fallen. Poor Susan

Black Bolt goes down a bit to easy but Wanda is just that powerful, was definitely freaky so it gets a pass.

Just made the stretch man into spaghetti. Brutal. Love it.

Ugh really. These two get an epic fight scene. This was so predictable, of course the men get put down like dogs and the women get to shine even though it makes no fucking sense. Carter should have been toast immediately and Captain Marvel wouldn't have lasted much longer.

God can't Peggy have her own thing without stealing everything from Steve? It's not a fucking homage or call back, let her be her own fucking character without giving her his lines! It doesn't fit her character at all. She wasn't the scrawny and sickly man living in the 30s and 40s looked down on everyone and getting the shit kicked out of him all the time for standing up for what was right before he had the body to back it up.

Captain Marvel isn't this strong, she can't put this kind of fight against Wanda. Just let her stay dead. The theater was happy when she died. And of course we can show the men blowing up their brains and being cut apart while screaming I agony but the women just get a pretty close up and an off camera crushing where the arm falls over to signify death. Where is the equality? a woman can die just as gruesomely as a man can.

Awww poor real Wanda trapped under the rubble from the building. My poor girl I know you won't but please save her Prof.

Oh shit that jump scare got me.

chase sequence with a limping and "bloodied" (oil) Wanda with perfect horror movie visuals? Fantastic!

Wanda2 is released by DarkholmWanda and first thought is about her children! Fantastic mother and I love her more.

I love Wong

you know AC hasn't actually been to bad, the scene from her memory was a bit too focused on the fact that she has two moms. I knew that she did and it's whatever but treat them like they were straight if you want it to be "normalized". A straightest of parents wouldn't have been pointed out like that. Being normalized does not mean going !LOOK TWO MOMS!!! Just have them be there and don't draw attention to it.

Ooh fourth wall break by Wanda very nice.

Heh, fight music

Zombie!Strange very nice. Though way too much decay. He's been dead for like 24 hours max.

hmmm Christine knows mystical artifacts she has a relationship while Stephen was a sorcerer and actively took part in that part of his life. So nice.

Hmmm third eye is freaky.

Wong just rolls with Strange's nonsense and I love it.

yay more of the nonsense the power was always inside of you and you just didn't know you were already perfect. Just let her keep struggling but in her desperation get it right. So that she can build from there later. It's okay to let your character struggle and be flawed. That's why so many female characters suck. They don't get to have flaws that make them "real" and relatable. Instead they're just "quirky" or held back. It's boring and a disservice to the characters. America has been fine up to this point. Sure I'm not a great fan of her but I'm willing to give the character a chance despite how repulsive the comic version was. Despite the laziness of her being the only one and that fer some reason she is always louder than all the other characters. It's like the actress is always projecting a bit too much.

Two Wanda's, seeing how she looks in her children's eyes. The best way for this to end. Plus Wanda2 showing compassion to the other Wanda is amazing after everything and being that amazing example to her sons. See that's a strong female character in Wanda2 and it's not forced at all.

Wanda destroys all Darkholm in the Multiverse. Going out like a true hero. I hope so much that that isn't the last we see of Wanda. She deserves a bigger exit as a character. Maybe Wanda2 helps out later?

Damn it Disney you couldn't help yourself. Ac is a special one of a kind girl, the only AC in the Multiverse, able to punch through the multiverse and doesn't cause incursions, but is also going to be a sorcerer. Why? Why can't she just have her own powers?

Hello freaky consequences.

Final thought... Good movie as a whole. America Chavez not as bad as expected but doesn't fit with the tone of the movie very well despite her powers, Can we keep Captain Marvel dead and not just not have the character in the MCU anymore, especially the Brie Larson one? If Wanda really is gone I'm not sure how much more MCU I can do. Strange is the only one I'm curious about anymore which is heartbreaking because Thor was my #3 behind Steve Rogers and Wanda but I have almost zero excitement for L+T.

#Initial thoughts #multiverse of madness #dr strange #wanda maximov #scarlet witch #Possible spoilers #spoiler territory

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kookoosbunnynose · 5 years ago

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Ch.1 || Ch.2

Pairing: Neighbor!Jungkook/FWB!Jungkook x Artist!Reader

Genre: Slowburn, Smut, Angst, Humor

Word Count: 11.4k

Summary: You’re an art student in need of a partner for your new collaboration piece, who is there to help you but your new neighbor, Jeon Jungkook. You two paint together but leave with much more than a colorful canvas.

A/N: Hello! I know! Dumb bitch finally updated the fic lmao. but i’m really excited about this part and even more excited for the rest of the fic. If you haven’t read chapter 1 yet go read it!

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Thankfully, even though you didn’t get to bed by the time you wanted last night, after the whole ‘y/n is a dumbass and got locked out’ debacle, you woke up with enough time to take it slow this morning. Mornings like these were your favorite, no rush. Just you sitting at your vanity getting ready for your day, jamming along to whatever song comes on your shuffle, using various items as a makeshift microphone.

You’re in the heat of Colors by Halsey when there’s a knock at your door, you abruptly cut off your poorly tuned melody, feeling caught. You quickly finish the eyebrow you’re working on as you don’t want the person at the door to see you with the one and a half you’re currently sporting. Good enough.

You rush to your front door, careful not to let your fluffy socks make you slip on the linoleum. When you open the door only to be greeted by your fluffy haired neighbor. He looks good in the morning too? Well that’s just fucking peachy. You’re making this difficult Jeon.

“Good morning.” You smile trying to hide how distraught you are.

“Good morning, sorry to bug you” he smiles sheepishly. “I was just hoping I could steal an egg from you? We’re out.” He asks hopeful.

“Oh, yeah of course. Just a second.” You turn on your heels to grab an egg from the kitchen. When your face is hidden by the fridge door you take a second to take a deep breath before making your way back to him. “Just one?” You ask when you hand it to him.

“Yeah one’s good, thank you y/n.” He gives you a small bow and opens his door. “See you later.”

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“Hello gorgeous.” Yoongi says as your trio approaches the counter.

“Morning handsome.” Jimin smirks and steps in front of you.

“I was talking to y/n.”

“Her?” He looks over his shoulder at you. “While I’m here? That doesn’t sound right.” He scrunches his nose as if he’s doing mental math.

“I’ll just get your usual started.” He says leaning to the side so he can see your face.

“Thank you.” You laugh at them swipe your card and take the blueberry muffin he slides your way. You step to the side and wait for your boys to order their drinks.

“Remind me why we still come here.” Joon asks the two of you as you make your way to the pick-up end of the counter.

“Because we’ve been doing it since we started uni. We’re old and stuck in our ways, Joonie. There’s no backing out now.” You reply woefully.

“What are we? Boomers? We can go to a different coffee shop.” Namjoon furrows his brows.

“Order for Sweets!” A now familiar boxy smiled boy behind the counter says.

“Oh no we can’t. Not anymore.” Jimin says his attention caught by Tae.

“Look who wants to fuck the neighbors now!” You whisper yell at them before stepping toward the counter.

“Ha! You admit it!- Wait, neighbor?” You hear Jimin behind you.

“Hi Tae! Thank you.”

“Hello y/n!” He smiles and leans in to make his voice hushed. “If you don’t mind me asking, are you and Yoongi a thing? He covers like half your bill and calls you pet names everyday.” He lists off the, admittedly odd, circumstances of your relationship.

“Oh, no we’re not. We just flirt back and forth. I think if he had any real intention behind it he would’ve asked me out by now, in my experience he’s pretty straight forward.” You chuckle.

“Ah okay. Would you want him to ask you out?”

“I did in the beginning but it’s been well over a year. As far as he goes, I’m sated with just the flirting.”

“Ah, I see.” He turns away to grab the next two cups. “Orders for Jimin and Namjoon!” He calls over.

“Why do you ask?”

He pauses for a second. “I was just curious, he’s kinda like that with a couple girls but you seem to be his favorite.”

“Well it’s been a while, seniority I guess.” You shrug and your counterparts join you at the counter. “Oh how rude of me, these are my roommates. This is Taehyung.”

“Ah, nice to meet you, I’ll probably be seeing you guys a lot. I’m across the hall pretty often.” You all chuckle. “I wish I could talk longer but I don’t want to hold up the line, see you!” He smiles.

The three of you give various forms of a goodbye as you leave to find your usual table.

“Okay, is no one gonna say it?” Jimin says once you’re seated and safely out of ear shot.

“Say what?” Namjoon asks scrunching his face at his hot coffee.

“What do you mean ‘say what?’” Jimin says blinking slowly at your brother. “What is in those boys’ cheerios?”

“Fiber?”

“No! You fucking tree!”

“Y/n really? Now he’s calling me that, too?” You shrug.

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You take a breath in as you walk into the art studio, the smell of paint and pencil lead tickling your nose. You take your usual seat at a large table and check your phone for your list of assignments. The professor sends you a large list of all the assignments at the beginning of the semester. Giving students the freedom to choose what order they do them in, the only stipulation is that you must have half turned in by midterms and the other half by the end of the semester. A much more doable lesson plan than a lot of your past professors. Being forced to be creative is draining and doesn’t get you far.

You scan down the list of possibilities until you find one that catches your eye. Monochromatic self portrait (any color)? No. Pretend you have synesthesia and illustrate your favorite song? Eh, not today. Collaboration piece? Ugh, I can’t even if I wanted to. I need to find someone to work with. Create 5 random custom colors and paint a landscape using only those colors (5”x5”)? Sounds like I could get that done before I leave. Perfect.

You pop in your earbuds and get to work. Deciding acrylic would be best for a quick painting, you grab a pallet and a sizable glob of each of the primary colors along with black and white. A little red here, a little yellow there, and some white for this one. You continue putting in different combinations until you have five colors you’re happy with not worrying if they’ll make sense for scenery. Fuck it. Who says trees can’t be purple?

As you dip your brush into your small selection of paints and watch the way the colors glide onto the canvas, it makes a sense of ease wash over you. Breathing life into a piece no matter how simple creates a new little reality in it’s own right. Expands our universe one brush stroke at a time. In the least cringy art kid way possible, of course.

You continue your work, mouthing along to your music as you go. Rust tinted grass and a peachy sky coming together in a way that definitely isn’t realism but ends up having a sunset feel due to the warm hues you chose. Just a few touch ups here and there and you’re done.

You pack up your things and head home with your new little creation to dry completely overnight. It’s already mostly dry but the textured parts still have a way to go.

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“I really need to go grocery shopping. Thank you again, y/n.” Bunny teeth shining as he leaves your apartment with a mug of tea in place of the hot water he showed up with.

Today is day… eight? Of a new routine has developed over the course of the week. Everyday without fail, whether it be morning or evening, an egg or a cup of milk. Jungkook comes over and asks for a small food item, thanks you, and returns home. No big deal, but it’s apparent that those idiots really need to restock their fridge. It’s like having a stray cat that comes around every night after you feed it once. A really big stray cat… with pretty hair, and a cute lip mole, that always smells like fresh laundry and citrus… anyway-

Time to officially start the day and pretend that little mental tangent didn’t just happen. Go team!

You finish doing some light makeup and throw on some ripped mom jeans and a black hoodie. Enough effort to look like you care, but still comfy. You throw your bag over your shoulder, slip your boots on and head out the door.

Finding parking on campus at this time of day is a nightmare and usually takes longer than just walking since you live just off school grounds. So you make your short walk and stop by the cafe by yourself. You usually go alone only once a week; there’s only one day where you’re the only one of your roomies to have a morning class.

You order, give Tae his morning hello and make your way to class.

Classes pass with relative ease. You listen and take notes; taking notes more so meaning doodling along the margins of your notebook than anything else. Really putting those scholarships to good use.

Art history, meeting with the theater department about painting props, studio, home.

You enter your apartment and are met with Jimin and Namjoon sitting on the couch about to start the obligatory bi-monthy screening of Your Name.

“Hey! Were you gonna start the movie without me?” You kick off your shoes and take a running leap onto your spot on the couch.

“No! We were waiting for you, we’re not monsters.” Namjoon retorts in defense.

“That’s exactly what someone who wasn’t waiting for me would say.” You narrow your eyes at your little brother at the other end of the couch.

“Would you two stop bickering for two seconds. It’s starting.” Jimin puts a hand over both your mouths from his spot between you.

“Sheesh, grumpy pants.” You grumble when he lowers his arms.

The movie is filled with the same sobs and ‘awe’s that it always is, always ending in tears for at least one of you. Breathtaking animation coupled with a heart wrenching story, no matter how many times you watch it, it never fails to amaze. As much as you would’ve loved more closure at the end of the movie, the ambiguous ending couldn’t be more poetic.

“Joonie, what would you do if we switched bodies?” You turn to your brother as the credits roll.

“Probably get a discounted coffee.” He deadpans.

“Oh, you’re no fun!”

“More money in my bank account sounds very fun.”

Your retort cut off by a knock at the door from your neighbor for his daily snack, so you settle for throwing the pillow sitting in your lap in his direction as you stand. Which he tries to swat away only to end up with a faceful of cushion. Ha, get got bitch.

“Do you need an egg?” You say as you open the door.

“Uh- No I’m good? Thank you for asking.” Tae chuckles, you freeze your eyes widening.

“Oh my god, I thought you were Jungkook.” You let out a stiff laugh and shuffle your feet in embarrassment. “Anyway, what brings you all this way?” You joke, attempting to alleviate a bit of the blush on your cheeks.

“I just wanted to see if you’d wanna chill with us tonight? We had a lot of fun last time. Nothing special, but I wanted to see if you were up for it.” He smiles. “You guys are more than welcome to join too if you’d like!” He shouts over your shoulder at the boys sitting on the couch when he notices them sitting there.

“Nah we’re good Jimin and I have a test in the morning, and if I don’t force him to study with me he’ll fail.” Namjoon says from the couch

“I would not!” Jimin turns to him offended.

“Okay, I’ll study alone then.”

“No, please help me.” He deflates.

“See.” Joon smirks. “Thank you for the offer though!” He calls over to Tae.

“No problem, next time?”

“Next time.” He echoes.

“I’ll hold you to it.” He points a slender finger in your brother’s direction. “What about you, y/n? Are you down?” He directs his attention back to you.

“Right now?”

“If that works for you, Kook will be back from work shortly, it’ll just be Hobi and I for a little bit.”

“Yeah, sounds good to me.” You smile. “Just let me go grab a couple things real quick and then I’m good to go!”

You scurry to your bedroom and take a look at yourself in the mirror, evaluating the damage the day has done to your makeup. Not bad. You give the apples of your cheeks a quick squeeze to bring back a little color, scramble to find your tinted lip balm, and fluff up your hair a little. There we go. Cute. Now to find something to bring with me so this little panicked face check isn’t a complete lie. Phone charger is good.

With your phone charger in hand and a revived complexion you head back out.

“Thanks for waiting.” Tae gives you a nod and you smile while you give your boys a wave as you walk out the door.

You walk into the boys apartment and are immediately greeted by a wagging Bread who you kneel to give a plethora of loves, giggling when he hops up and tries to kiss your face.

“Hey y/n!”

“Hey Hobi!” You say as you follow Tae over to the couch with Bread right on your heels.

“Glad you decided to join us. Kook will be here soon, he left work not long ago.”

“I gave her the run down before we came over.” Tae smiles.

“How have classes and shit been?” You ask them

“Not ideal. I pulled a muscle in my leg.” Hobi rubs his calf. “With a big performance coming up on friday, but the show must go on, you know.” He shrugs.

“Oh shit dude, will you be okay?”

“He does this at least once a semester.” Tae says waving it off, used to his friend pushing through his injuries.

“Yeah, it sucks for a bit but I’ll have some wiggle room to rest after this test.” He reassures.

“Okay good, just don’t die.” You chuckle.

“I’ll try not to.” He laughs.

“I’ve been doing a few surveys for my psych classes, would you mind if I get some data from you?” Tae looks to you, taking full advantage of the small lull in conversation.

“Tae no.” Hobi’s face falls and he rubs his temples.

“Do you find Chuck E. Cheese fuckable?” He asks, a genuine question mark in his eyes.

You blink. “What the hell kind of psych classes are you taking?”

“Just answer the question, y/n.”

You look at Hobi for some sort of answer, though you’re not even sure what your question is. “You’re gonna have to just answer him, he’s been on about it all day.”

“Fucking of course not. Why on earth would I want to fuck a rat? And even if I did, why would I want to fuck a robotic rat roughly the size of an entire kindergarden class?”

“First of all, he’s a mouse.” Tae corrects. “Second of all, THANK YOU!” He throws his arms up and flops against the back of the couch. “One kid in my class started this somehow and the room was surprising split. About forty percent of the people in that room said ‘Charles Entertainment Cheese’ was sexy! It got pretty heated, people were yelling that the opposing side that we ‘just couldn't handle his raw sexual power.’” He says exasperated with overdone air quotes. “So I’ve been asking everyone all day because I just can’t stop thinking about it.”

“I suppose I can see how that would plague your mind.” You laugh.

“Anyway!” Hobi interjects, clearly tired of the subject. “How are your things going, y/n?”

You chuckle at his wide eyes. “They’ve been good. I’ve been spending more time in the studio with midterms coming up. But I need to find someone to work with me on a collab piece. I wanna have it in by midterms so I don’t have to worry about it during finals.” you sigh at the thought.

“Awh, I would help with that but I already did that assignment and I’m not sure if they’d let me do it again with someone else?” Tae says with a small frown.

“I’d offer but the only thing I am versed in is drawing stick figures and arguably anatomically incorrect dicks.” Hobi chuckles.

“Thanks you guys.” You smile. “It’s alright though, I might just ask Jimin to get drunk and throw some paint at a canvas with me.”

“Hey! This reminds me, a couple days ago when you got coffee you promised you’d show me some of your work when we hung out next.” Tae looks at you sternly, arms tight across his chest. “The time has come Miss y/n.”

“Ah, I suppose I did.” You say as you grab your phone to show him your album of a bunch of your work. “Okay, but I’m no Van Gogh. Go easy on me.” You warn before you hand over your device to him; you always get a little nervous when you show people your art for the first time.

“Hey hey! None of that nonsense! If the way you talk about art is any consolation, then I’m sure the passion alone is enough to make it beautiful.” Tae gives you a stern look followed by a reassuring smile.

“Do you want me to cry? Because this is how you make me cry.” You chuckle and relent your collection of work over to him for them to inspect.

They open the first photo and you’re met with a mixture of a ‘holy shit’ from Hobi and a ‘wow’ from Tae, their reactions make you smile and your face heat up.

“These are amazing y/n!” Hobi says as Tae swipes through.

“Thank you guys so much, really.” You say blushing and all but clutching your chest.

You watch their faces intently as they go through, Tae stopping every so often to zoom in and inspect a certain brushstroke that catches his eye. They get toward the end of the photoset when you hear a key in the front door. You’re the only one to turn your head to see Jungkook walk into the apartment. He sets his keys down on the table next to the entrance and his feet stutter a little when he sees you on the couch with his friends.

“Hey Kook! Y/n was just showing us some of her art, dude she’s so talented!” Hobi calls over his shoulder.

“It’s really good, you should come take a look.” Tae adds, and you laugh nervously.

“That’s so awesome, I will.” He says looking at you with a smile. “I just need to talk to Tae, for a quick second.” He says turning his gaze toward him and tilting his head toward the hall.

“Oh, is it about that thing?” Tae grits his teeth and sucks in sharp breath.

“Yes, exactly, the thing.” He confirms vaguely, looking relieved.

“Is everything okay?” You furrow your brows and look at each of them.

“He just has a rash, no worries.” Tae tells you in a hushed tone as he stands up. All you can do is blink in response. Jungkook lets out an exaggerated laugh as they disappear into the dark hallway and out of sight.

Once they are safely in the other room Jungkook flicks Tae in the forehead.

“Ow!” Tae gasps.

“What the fuck was that for?!” Jungkook whisper yells at his idiot of a best friend.

“I was covering for you!”

“You could’ve said literally anything else! I don’t even have a rash!”

“She doesn’t know that!”

“Exactly, you fuck!” Jungkook whispers flicking him again. “Why is she here?! You didn’t warn me!”

“This is what I get for trying to help you?” Tae says rubbing his forehead with a pout.

“Hey! I was handling it just fine on my own!”

“Oh yeah, your plan to slowly raid the entire contents of her fridge was going so great!”

“I just thought!... I thought we would eventually talk or... something?” Jungkook says realizing maybe it wasn’t the best plan in the world. “That’s how my parents used to get to know our neighbors, they’d borrow each others sugar and shit.”

“It’d be easier to talk to her if you just hung out with her and I invited her over for you. You’re welcome! And your parents weren’t trying to fuck your neighbors, were they! Different goal calls for different strategy.”

“Dude gross, I hope not.” Jungkook scrunches his nose. “And I don’t… just wanna fuck her.”

“Aww, does Googie have a bigger crush than we thought he did.” Tae teases pinching his cheek.

“Fuck you. But thanks I guess… just warn me next time, will you?” Jungkook relents.

“You got it.” Tae says patting him on the shoulder. “I’m only kinda sorry though!” He whispers as he slips out the door. Jungkook follows him to join all of you in the living room.

“Sorry about that.” Jungkook smiles at you as he and Tae take their places next to you on the couch.

“No worries.” You assure.

“Kook you should take a look at her work, I think you’d like it.” Hobi says passing your phone over to him and your face heats up a little. “I was just telling y/n how you were really artsy in high school.”

“Oh, it was nothing.” Jungkook waves him off as he starts to look through the photos and stopping a little longer on ones that catch his eye.

“It wasn’t nothing.” Tae interjects. “Actually y/n, you mentioned needing a partner for that collab piece? Since I can’t assist, I’m sure Jungkook could help you out.” Tae gestures to the two of you.

“Oh no, I couldn’t ask him to do that for me.” You shake your head, looking at both their faces.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side for a second. “I wouldn’t mind at all, it would be fun. I might be a little rusty though.” He says with worried eyes.

“Really? you wouldn’t mind?” You light up. “That would help me out a ton. I’ve been stressing over that piece for weeks.”

“I’d be happy to.” He smiles bright. “I’m off on Saturday, we could work on it then. If that works for you, of course.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” You reach out to shake his hand, effectively sealing the deal. “Thank you so much.” you say and squeeze his hand a little.

“So Kook, I’m collecting data for my psych class-” Tae takes this opportunity to stain your moment of gratitude.

“I already told you, I’m not fuckin’ rats!” Jungkook cuts him off.

“He’s not a rat!”

“Which side are you on?!”

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“Did I call it? Or did I call it?” Jin looks at you with his stupid smug ass face.

“Listen! It’s nothing!” You throw that damp rag you’re wiping down a table with in his direction.

“It’s not nothing! I can smell your pent up sexual frustration for him from here. You guys are gonna be alone for several hours making art together? What is he, Swayze?”

“Men and women can be platonic friends! You’re not thinking very progressively here, old man.”

“Of course, men and women can be platonic friends.” He says gesturing at the air between you. “But you and what’s his fuck, Junglebook, you said? You two, cannot.”

“Your lack of faith in me is astounding.”

“I wouldn’t call it a lack of faith in you, more of an educated assumption… And a lack of faith in both of you.” He smirks. Asshole.

“Fuck you.” You deadpan.

“You know you love me y/nie.” He blows you a kiss.

“You’re lucky I do.”

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You: I can bring the supplies over whenever you’re ready, just lemme know! Thank you for letting me come over there, it would be hard for creative juices flowing with Joon hovering over us all night. Trying to figure out a deep psychological reason for me painting a flower yellow lmao

You: Oh! And wear clothes you don’t mind getting paint on, stains are inevitable :)

And send.

Okay listen to me you dumb bitch. You can do this. We got this. For fuck sake why are you so nervous? Pull yourself together! Just enough to prove Jin and Jimin wrong. Do it just to rub it in their faces! Fuck. What are you 12? We can hang out alone with him. This is stupid. I’m stupid. It’s fine. Everything is fine! Shut up.

Tight Buns McCute-Dog: You can come over now, I’m just gonna change real quick, the door is unlocked! (:

After receiving that reply, instead of him just cancelling, you were relieved he was still willing to help you. However it didn’t help the whole sweating from your ass cheeks with nerves, thing. So overall about the same. Great.

Doing an abstract painting in these mental conditions will result in accidentally painting several phallic shapes. A Freudian Slip of the wrist if you will.

After a couple deep breaths, effectively shoving half your feelings deep into the crevices of your mind, and changing his contact name, just for good measure. You grab all the supplies you’ll need and walk across the hall.

You struggle to open your door while balancing your small box of acrylics, easel and canvas in your arms. Deciding to abandon your easel in the hall for a second while you knock on your neighbor’s door a couple times before you turn the knob.

Bread is already eager and yipping at you for attention while you attempt to bring everything in and set it up to the side of the living room adjacent to the kitchen.

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Jungkook opens your texts and mouths a small ‘oh shit’ not wanting to keep you waiting, but quickly regretting his decision to work out right before he saw you. He wanted to look a little extra muscley but didn’t consider that he’d be a sweaty mess after doing so.

He settles for telling you he’s changing and hopes you take a few minutes to gather your things so he can blow dry his hair a little.

Your presence in his apartment is made known when he hears his dog barking and scuttling around. He gives his hair a quick tousel, throws on one of his many black hoodies and a little spritz of cologne.

Jungkook emerges from his bedroom to find you fumbling with your easel. Cute.

“Do you need help?” he asks through a giggle.

“Nope! Got everything a hundred percent under control over here.” Your sentence punctuated by your canvas falling to the floor. “Shit.”

“Allow me.” he says handing you the canvas.

“Thank you.” you breath and run a hand through your hair.

“So what’s the plan? I hope you’re not expecting any Sistine Chapel level work from me.” he chuckles.

“A bunch of naked babies and a priest with the ears of an ass? I appreciate that you don’t bring that to the table.” you raise your brows.

“Point taken.”

“The plan is no plan. I mean I wanted to go for something abstract because it’s fun and doesn’t require a lot of brain power. Just put the brush where you think it should go.” you mime a couple brush strokes in the air.

“Sounds easy enough, paint from the heart.” he confirms, patting his chest for emphasis.

“Oh, I did think one of us could be in charge of warm colors and tints, and the other could do cool colors and shades, and see where that takes us.” you look up expectantly, hoping he likes your almost-plan.

“Sounds interesting.” He looks at the empty canvas, eyes scanning for possibilities. “Which do you want?”

“I’m partial to cool colors, myself.”

“Then today, I’m partial to warm.” he smirks. “So are we just feeling what we feel in the moment or is there an emotion we’re trying to convey?” He turns to you, eyes expectant.

You pause for a second, unsure if you should abandon the theme you were pondering for this piece before you knew Jungkook would be your partner in creation. “Is it too cliche if the theme was ‘love’?” You ask him hesitantly. Immediately regretting not just saying ‘nah man, just throw paint at that bitch.’

But much to your surprise.

“Not at all, it’s a ‘cliche’ for a reason.” He states nonchalantly. “Love is powerful. Whether it’s the painful bit or the part that makes you feel untouchable.”

A certain fondness hits his eyes that tells you he’s speaking from experience but you don’t pry.

“I’m glad you like the idea.” you smile, relief filling you after he doesn’t exhibit any signs of being uncomfortable.

He claps his large palms together. “Shall we get started, Miss y/n?” His gaze once directed at the blank canvas, now fully on you.

“Choose your weapon, Mr. Jungkook.” You feign a serious tone, giving him a small handful of various brushes. Keeping a few of your favorites for yourself.

You push your box paints toward him indicating he can grab what he likes. Normally you’re a bit protective over your art supplies, seeing as not only are they stupid expensive, but you care for your tools a lot. You wouldn’t let your klutzy brother within a ten foot radius of your things when you were growing up and even now your blood boils if he’s anywhere near your expertly sorted colored pencils. But Jungkook is always gentle and seeing the way he meticulously places small globs of white, reds, and yellows onto his palette, you know you’ve made a good choice in trusting him.

He steps slightly back letting you put the first ceremonial brush stroke of charcoal black diagonally across the upper most half of your canvas. He joins shortly after deciding to start with white in contrast with your black, laying down some bases for shapes and choosing to run his brush through to disturb the various lines you’ve made, dragging the two tones into a fading grey.

As your mind wanders towards the way his slender tattooed fingers wrap delicately around the paint brush you quickly come to the conclusion that it’s time to play some background music. Absentmindedly sticking the handle of the brush between your teeth to grab your phone and open your music library.

“What kind of music do you like?” You turn to him, the thin strip of wood in your mouth giving you a slight lisp.

“I’m not picky, play whatever you want.” he says warmly but his brow still furrowed with concentration while he finishes up his base layer.

As his answer didn’t do much in the way of helping your quest, you opted for the safety of one of those throwback playlists spotify procures for their listeners, the 90’s one to be exact. Everybody loves some good nostalgia, and it may aid in the sincerity of your painting. Past emotions and whatnot.

The first song that comes on after you hit shuffle is Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana and you hum in content. Jungkook on the other hand is pleasantly taken aback by your song choice.

“Oh shit yeah! I love Nirvana!” He smiles brightly, taking his crinkling eyes off his work for the first time since you started.

“Everybody loves Nirvana.” you tease him and roll your eyes at the possibility of him being one of those frat boys that ‘misses Kurt Cobain so much’ but can only name Smells Like Teen Spirit and maybe Aneurysm if you’re lucky.

Jungkook, sensing your tone, smirks and runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “You think so, huh?” he bemuses, rolling up his sleeve to uncover this inked skin. Across his forearm is a quote reading ‘rather be dead than cool,’ a lyric from their song Stay Away. He watches you with a quirked brow.

“I stand corrected.” you hold your hands up in defense. Trying not to let the way his inked skin hugs his veins increases your heart rate become too apparent on your features. “You do indeed love Nirvana.” your emphasis on the word being placed differently this time.

“Never doubt me again y/n.” He eyes you suspiciously. “I’ll get more tattoos just to spite you.” He narrows his eyes to add validity to his semi-empty threat.

“I will never doubt you again, scouts honor.” you say playfully saluting him.

“Now start the song over. Your lack of faith in me, made me miss half the song.” he points a finger at your phone.

“I can’t, I don’t have premium.” you let out a heavy sigh.

“What?! That’s dumb. You suffer through those god awful ads?” He screws his face up in disgust.

“Eh, I don’t mind too much.” You shrug. “I don’t wanna spend the extra money every month.”

“Okay, I guess that’s fair.” He squints at you as you pick up your brush again. “Why don’t you just use my account? I’ll text you my login.” He says fishing for his phone in his pocket.

“That’s completely unnecessary.” You laugh, and wave for him to stop. “You’re already helping me out so much with this.” you gesture to the now less blank canvas in front of you.

“I really don’t mind. What’s the worst that could happen? We expand our music libraries? Oh no!” he pretends to gasp and you roll your eyes. “And besides, I’ll sleep better at night knowing I saved a soul from those creepy ass vitamin water commercials.” He chuckles.

“You really don’t have to.” Your eyes softening at his seemingly endless stream of kindness.

“Already sent you the login, too late.” he says, sucking in a breath as if to say ‘what a shame.’

“Thank you, Jungkook.” you say as you gently grab his forearm and run your thumb over it.

“You’re welcome.” He smiles. “Back to work now!” he declares, sticking his paint brush, that at some point in your conversation tucked it’s way behind his ear, into his small mountain of yellow.

You work like this together for a while. Humming along to your music, that is now playing off Jungkook’s phone after he insisted he didn’t wanna hear ‘Colonel Suck-My-Ass’ sing about his chicken deals one more time. The two of you working together seamlessly; the way you blend your colors and make textures complimenting each other nicely. Switching sides of the canvas every so often so it remains balanced.

After about an hour of being immersed in your work Jungkook turns to you. “Noodle break?” He asks you frowning at his empty tummy.

Your brush stutters on the canvas at his words, your stomach not realizing it’s been hours since you’ve eaten until he mentions food. “That sounds wonderful, actually.”

“One or two packets?” he asks making his way into the kitchen.

“Just one is good.” you smile, setting your brush into your cup of water. You follow him into the kitchen. “Where do you store your liquid?” you ask standing between the pantry and the fridge, looking lost.

“Fridge.” he answers giving his approval to let you grab the two of you some drinks.

“I see you guys finally went grocery shopping.” you chuckle at the butter and cartons of eggs in his fridge.

“What?- oh right, yeah. Finally dragged Hobi out earlier today.” His smile not quite meeting his eyes while he opens up three packets of ramen, and waits for the water to boil.

“Can I steal a soda?”

“Yeah, just not the sprite. Hobi can and will throw a fit.” his tone far more serious than the situation calls for.

“Well damn, okay.” you say and grab a coke for both of you.

“Thank you.” He smiles and your fingertips brush perhaps a little too long when you hand him his drink.

He pulls the tab, puts the cold metal to his lips and you watch the way his throat bobs up and down with every swig. When you feel yourself staring your ears heat up, and turn your gaze to the water starting to roll in the pot.

As Jungkook is finishing up cooking the ramen, the song changes to Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls, you let out a small gasp and start to sing along. He smiles at your apparent love for the song and starts to harmonize with you to encourage you to keep going. Which, much to his dismay, did the exact opposite.

“Jeon Jungkook!” you scold. “I didn’t know you had such a beautiful voice!”

“It’s alright, I guess.” He breathes out and rubs the back of his neck a little embarrassed. “You’re not too bad yourself.” He looks at you with those big doe eyes. And you swear you’ll only look at them for a couple more seconds, as not to fall under their spell. A half hearted oath at best.

But you start to sing again, you tell yourself it’s to make the most of the song while it’s on but really, you just want to hear honeyed voice hit your ears again. And it does, eyes closed tightly and mouth wide to control his sound. You can’t hold a tune to save your life but the way he carries your sounds with his, it doesn’t matter. Your song is beautiful.

After your musical interruption, you take your bowls to the table and slurp away at your noodles. All the while Bread is at your heels begging ever so sweetly, which Jungkook scolds but ultimately ends up throwing him a noodle when his bowl is just about gone.

You take your bowl to the sink but when you start rinsing Jungkook comes over to push you out of the way so he can take care of it himself. You stand your ground for a minute but lose the silent argument due to his advantage of stature. You mutter a small ‘fuck you’ before you return to the canvas, and he smiles contently to himself.

Jungkook joins you back at your station, stepping back for a moment to assess where the two of you left off and what he’d like to add. He lets his eyes run over the varying sized lines and the way they come together but also fight one another in some spots. Some colors as bright as the sun and others look like the depths of the ocean. All coming together in a way that only really makes sense to the two of you.

You finished what was left of your drink and picked up your brush, dipping straight into your black paint for the second time since you started like you were on a mission. You drew a fluid line near the center curving over a few existing splotches, near the end of your brush stroke it became jagged and split off into several directions. A pessimist would call it a shatter, an optimist would call it several opportune paths, and a realist would probably just call it a painting. But Jungkook did none of those things.

“Y/n, have you ever been in love?” He asked as if he had only asked what time it was. He started swirling some colors together while he waited for an answer.

You blinked, trying not to show how much that question shocked you. “I suppose…” you breathed, actually struggling to come up with a real answer. “I mean, last time I was in a serious relationship was in highschool.” You trailed off. “I don’t know if I can say I’ve been in love but I’ve loved someone before… I feel like being in love sticks with you in a different way. More of a life experience than a life lesson.” You scrunched up your face a little, hoping he’d be satisfied with your answer even though you yourself weren’t.

He nodded, taking in your words. “I think being in love can be just as much a life lesson as ‘lesser relationships,’ if not more so.” He adds putting air quotes as not to come across the wrong way. “But hopefully you end up with more positive lessons than not.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Like learning how you love and need to be loved. What you deserve and what you won’t put up with. Learn to let yourself be loved-” You stop your word vomit after that last comment, feeling a bit vulnerable. “Those kinds of things?” you let out a little laugh.

“Exactly.”

“Is it fair to assume that you have?” You question, hesitating slightly.

“That I have what?”

“Been in love, dummy.” You laugh, strategically placing a light green around the canvas.

He pauses slightly. “Yeah, I have.” The same fondness that found his eyes earlier that day sets in again. Not in a painful or bitter way, you noted. But in the way you’d regard your favorite childhood memory.

“I didn’t rub salt in a wound, did I?” you tensed slightly incase you read him wrong.

“No no, you’re fine!” He reassures. “It was a long time ago. Don’t get me wrong, it hurt like a bitch in the moment, but as they say, time heals all wounds.” he shrugs.

“Can I ask what happened?” You prompted, feeling a little braver this time.

“Well you know, same old story with high school sweethearts.” He paused to fix a spot he didn’t like. “She was a year older than me. She left for university. We tried long distance and after a few months we decided it was too hard. Nothing particularly spectacular.” He tells the story, for what you can tell is at least the thousandth time. “What about you and Mr. Not-Quite-In-Love?”

“Nothing, super special either. Unfortunately, the lessons I learned from him were less than positive. After the initial honeymoon phase, he didn’t treat me the best. Looking back I learned to know the level of respect I deserve, but in the moment his lack of just made me desperate to ‘earn’ it. It was a vicious cycle for about a year but things ended and I grew up. And like you said, ‘time heals all wounds.’” Jungkook looked at you with furrowed brows, not sure if he wants to hug you or the seventeen year old girl you used to be who would see herself as anything less than what she was. But he settled for the former.

He wrapped his arms around you, taking you by surprise. But you accept his embrace and smile against his shoulder. “I’m okay now Jungkook.” You giggle. “It was a long time ago and I learned from it.”

He pulls away. “I know, I’m just sorry it took that dickbag for you to know your worth.” he gives you a sheepish smile, and a fire in his eyes dulls when he looks at you.

“Thank you, you’re very sweet.” you pat his arm before you both turn back to your respective parts of the canvas.

“Hey, just cause I’m not a complete asshole, doesn’t mean I’m sweet.”

“I’m holding firm at you’re sweet, and you can’t change my mind.” You both laugh and return your full attention back to your work.

Your rhythm returns to where it was before you ate. Both of you humming along to whatever song is playing at the moment, using your paint brushes as microphones if a particularly good song came on. Exchanging a few words here and there. Each admiring the small things the other chooses to add to the work of art. You noticed Jungkook has a habit of biting his lips when he’s concentrating. Cute.

Now here you finally are after another hour of blending, layering, and tweaking. Both of you put down your brushes down and stepped back slightly to admire what you’ve created. Letting out a sigh at your hard work, taking in the finalized piece. The way the colors run together or bump into one another. The juxtaposition of fluid lines being interrupted by jagged edges. The way the soberness of the colors you put down calm and soothe the firey and vibrant ones he laid down for you.

Ordinarily, when you finish a painting, you never quite feel done. There’s always one more thing you could fix, one more stroke you could add. But not this time. It’s finished. Breathtaking in a simple way. You’ve never felt such a sense of completeness when you set your brush down, and you can’t help but feel you have Jungkook to thank for it. The way his colors and brush work complemented yours was… for lack of a better term, a work of art.

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Jungkook puts down his brush, watching you lay down your final touches. Truth be told he’d been watching you out of the corner of his eye the entire time. Checking in on you every so often when you’d put down your tool and furrow your brows in concentration. Smiling when you’d absentmindedly mumble to yourself about what you’re doing. He was in awe of how much of yourself you put down on the canvas, not entirely sure what wordless stories you were telling meant. Though that didn’t stop him from taking the puzzle pieces you laid down and arranging them into a y/n shaped jigsaw in his mind. Perhaps your fondness of calming colors was to tame the wild fire he could see within you.

And just as quickly as you’d started, you were done, setting your brush down and smiling at what you saw in front of you.

“Thank you so much, Jungkook.” You breathe still taking in the painting. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is.” He says just above a whisper, never taking his eyes off your beaming profile.

“Hm?” You turn to him. He looks into your eyes, once filled with fire are now a calm ocean. His gaze shifts to your lips after they form a confused pout at his silence, his body leading his brain when he leans toward you.

It’s now or never.

He leans in further looking into your eyes for any sign of apprehension before he cups your jaw in his paint stained hand. Finally taking the leap all at once when you lean into his touch.

His lips are even softer than you imagined when they meld against yours. He pulls away slightly to look at you a question mark across his features. You put your hands flush against his hard chest and answer his question by reconnecting your lips with his with fervor and you feel him smile against you. He deepens the kiss, putting his free hand on your hip to pull you closer to his warm body.

He swipes his tongue along your bottom lip, testing the waters further. You mirror his action, noting that his lips taste faintly of strawberries. You slide your hands into his soft hair and curl your fingers into fists against his scalp making him groan into your mouth.

His hand that held its feather like touch against your face leaves it’s place to join his other around your waist. His hands squeezing harshly at your hips, his fingers digging into the strip of skin your shirt rode up to expose, making you shiver against him despite your rising temperature.

He pulls away to place sloppy kisses along your jaw, nudging your jaw with his nose gently to gain access to your neck. You suck in a breath when you pull him closer causing his teeth to graze your pulse point as his swollen lips leave rosey marks in their wake. He sucks harshly at the soft spot below your ear causing your nerves to flare and a moan to escape your lips. He groans in satisfaction at the way his actions affect you, running his hot tongue over your skin to soothe the marks he made.

His hands move higher on your abdomen slipping just under the hem of your shirt, making you tense slightly under his calloused palms, he feels your shift and rubs his thumbs below your ribcage to relax your tensed muscles. His gentle fingers vastly opposing his flushed cheeks when he brings his face up to yours again, his hair already messy and his eyes dazed as he looks at your lips like they’re the first glass of water he’s seen in days. He crashes his lips back into yours hungrily causing you to squeak at his desperation. You disconnect your lips leaving almost no distance between you.

“Bedroom?” you ask lowley against his lips, your vocal chords betraying you making the word come out far more shaky and less sexy than you wanted. His shoulders flex under your hands at his request.

Jungkook slides his hands down your ass to squeeze the flesh in his hands when his finger tips graze the back of your thighs.

“Up.” he says firmly, offering you free transport to his bed. You hop up, his strong arms hold you and you wrap your legs tightly around his narrow waist. He starts the small walk to his bedroom, and you try to ignore the way his stomach pressed against your clothed clit is providing the smallest amount of friction with each of his steps, instead deciding to direct your attention to him instead. You give a gentle open mouthed kiss to the small mole on the side of his neck, you make a small path sucking where his jaw meets his neck, and he hums deeply making his chest rumble against yours in response.

When you reach his room, the smell of his fabric softener fills your lungs as he presses your back against his now closed door. His hands trail from your ass, trusting you to hold yourself up around him, up your sides, he slides your arms from around his neck and to the wall until your hands are effectively pinned above your head. The air between you is heavy for a moment as his dark eyes take in how you look like this, your eyes starry as your chest rises and falls in anticipation of his next move.

He kisses you again, slower this time. You whimper into his mouth when his hips grind his hard dick into your clit. His thighs flexing under yours as he grinds up again harder, swallowing as many of your beautiful sounds as you’ll give him.

He stops his hips and tucks his arms under you again to set you on his bed.

You reach your shirt to pull it over your head but he stops you.

“Let me.” He says half a statement, half a question.

You smile and say nothing but grant him permission by raising your arms above your head. He hooks his fingers into the hem of your shirt grazing your skin making goosebumps blossom on your flesh as he pulls it up and over your head. He reaches for the clasp of your bra slowly and gently like you might break, as if he wasn’t just shoving you against his door with his cock.

“Fuck.” He breathes out harshly when your hardened nipples are finally released to the cool air of his room.

He quickly strips off his hoodie revealing that he’s been painting without a shirt underneath the whole night. Your breath hitches as all the times you’d touched his arm or chest the hours prior, not knowing there was only a thin barrier between your fingers and his skin. You run your eyes over his bare chest and hard stomach, you knew he worked out but hot damn, those baggy clothes he wears does no justice to what’s under them. However he doesn’t give you much time to marvel before he reconnects his lips with yours leaning into you until your back is on his duvet, you spread your legs to make room for him to settle in between.

His hot skin drags softly against your nipples as he descends down your frame to pepper kisses along the valley of your breasts. He licks his fingers to roll one of your nipples between his wet digits while he attaches his mouth the other, swirling his tongue in intoxicating circles. You sigh at the small relief his mouth is bringing you and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging roughly when his teeth bite down onto your sensitive bud. You feel the bed bow slightly below you as his hips stutter at your action. He quickly tends to the small sting with his tongue. Giving a gentle kiss to your nipple as he pulls away.

He sits up and hooks his fingers into your pants, but stops before tugging them down. “Is this okay?” He asks sincerely.

“Very.” You say, your heart clenching at his concern and help him slide your pants to your ankles, eager to have his soft skin on yours again.

He brings his lips to your neck again and you wrap your legs around his waist rocking your hips up to rub your neglected clit against his rigid cock that he has yet to spring free. The wet spot on your panties rubbing off onto his sweats. You moan into his ear at the small relief you’re able to bring yourself, arching your back further in attempt to get more friction and he chuckles against your skin.

“Patience, sweetheart.” He smirks down at you and your feeble attempt to feel his cock.

“Don’t wanna be patient. Want you to fuck me.” You say trying your best not to whine, as you reach for the waistband of his pants.

He runs his tongue along his lip and leans down until his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Oh, don’t worry beautiful, I will.” He moves your hands and rolls his hips into yours once to punctuate his sentence. “But I wanna taste you first.” He says and quickly sits back on his knees to slip your underwear down your legs, tossing them behind him not worrying about where they land.

He settles his shoulders under the back of your thighs and makes a path of open mouth kisses from your knee to your inner thigh, stopping right before your sex and inhaling deeply as he sucks a bruise into your skin, your face heats up and your hips shake in excitement.

“You smell fucking delicious, sweetheart.” he looks up at you with soft doe eyes that completely contradict his filthy words. He lingers just a whisper away from where you want him and you roll your hips to meet his lips. He smirks again at your frustration moving his lips to your other knee to make a wet path up your other leg with his mouth, seeing how long he can push you. Stopping midthigh to speak again into your skin.

“I wanna take my time with you sweets. Greedy little girls don’t get to cum on my tongue.” His eyes darken when they look up at you, his words sending electricity through your nerves and arousal dripping onto his sheets.

You opt for silently nodding as the only thing you could muster at the moment is a whine that you want to keep at bay.

“Are you gonna take what I give you, sweetheart?” He says rubbing circles into your hip.

“Yes, Sir.” You breathe trying your best not to roll your hips into his touch and get scolded again.

“Good girl.” He smiles at your compliance and finally gives you what you want.

He licks a long flat stripe up your slit, collecting your arousal on his tongue and swirling it around your throbbing clit. Your thighs tighten around his head and he groans against you.

“Taste even sweeter than I imagined.” He all but moans into your folds. He swears he could get off just like this, with his tongue buried in your cunt and his hips rocking his cock into his mattress.

You reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer to you. He obliges you and wraps his lips around your clit sucking harshly, crude slurping noises filling the room but both of you are too lost in the sensation to care. Your hips start rocking against his mouth again, this time your body fully taking a mind of its own, your climax being the only thing you can think about.

“That’s my good girl, use my tongue to get off.” You moan louder at his words and speed up your movements, balling his hair into fists. As he looks up at you with lidded eyes, he gets lost, lost in your taste, lost in the way your sweaty chest heaves with your heavy breaths, lost in the way his name falls from your lips with your eyes screwed shut.

“I’m s-so fucking close!” your voice comes out in a strained moan cracking at the end of your sentence.

“Cum for me beautiful, wanna taste your cum.” He says wrapping his lips around your clit again to pull your orgasm from you. He may have called you greedy, but he couldn’t get enough of the way your thighs shook around him.

“Holy shit! Jungkook!” your orgasm hits you like a wave starting in your stomach and sending fire through your veins. Your hips stutter and Jungkook licks you languidly through your high. All the while your mouth mutters his name in an incoherent mantra.

He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and climbs over you leaning on his forearms, and captures your lips in his. You taste yourself on them and smile against his mouth.

“You look so beautiful when you cum.” He says placing soft kisses along your jaw. And you’re glad he can’t see the way your cheeks flare at his comment. “Think you can still take my cock?” he says squeezing himself at the base through his pants.

“God yes.” You say perhaps a little too enthusiastically and he chuckles at you.

“You really are a greedy one, aren’t you sweetheart?” He says teasingly. “Let me get you ready first.” He says rubbing his thumb in small circles on your clit, your sensitivity makes you jump a little.

He looks down to watch the way your velvet walls swallow his fingers, but he stops his movement, realizing his hands are still covered in paint.

“Shit.” He mutters almost silently. “I’ll be right back.” He says with a smile pecking your lips before he slips out his door. Closing it behind him just in case, as not to let Hobi unknowingly come home early only to find you spread eagle on his roommates bed.

What the hell is he doing? Your eyebrows furrow, worried he’s gonna get some sort of convoluted sex toy. Which while you wouldn’t normally object, that’s a tad presumptuous on his part.

Your mental ramble cut short and worries put to rest when he reenters the room with clean hands. He strips his sweats from his hips and climbs back over you.

“Sorry, I didn’t want you to get some sort of paint-chemical related rash on your… lady bits.” He says hesitantly breathing out a laugh against your cheek.

“While that’s incredibly considerate of you. That sentence didn’t do much for my ‘lady bits’.” you know what his venom filled tongue is capable of, so his childish use of words makes you giggle.

He rolls his eyes at you and cups your face, pulling you in for another deep kiss. His hand snakes down between your legs and when his thumb connects with your clit you squeak and break the kiss.

“Your hands are freezing.” you say with more of a pout than you’re willing to admit. You presume he didn’t wanna make you wait too long so he washed his hands in cold water.

“Why don’t you warm them up for me?” he quirks a brow and smirks. Bringing his hand up to your mouth and sticking his middle and ring finger between your lips. You happily wrap your lips around his digits; licking, sucking, and humming in content around them.

Jungkook’s cock twitches in his boxers as he watches your cheeks hollow slightly around his slender fingers, resisting from pushing them deeper in your mouth and seeing how pretty you look when you gag for him.

He removes his hand from your mouth, marveling at the string of saliva that follows it. He reaches down to tease your entrance letting your spit and arousal get you ready for his stretch. He slips his fingers into your dripping core and has to hold back from moaning at how well you hug him.

“Your pussy is so tight, sweetheart.” He breathes. “Your sweet cunt is gonna squeeze me real well won’t it?” He says catching your bottom lip between his teeth. You can’t help but clench around his fingers. “That’s my good girl.” He says, his eyes darkening and he curls into your sweet spot, you moan at how quickly he seems to be learning your body. Like he could figure out exactly what makes you tick if you stayed in his bed for just a while longer.

He removes his fingers making you whimper. He slips his boxers down a little and uses your arousal and his precum to wet his dick. Your mouth waters and you clench around nothing at how beautiful he looks slowly pumping himself with furrowed brows, until now he’s done a good job of not showing how badly his body demands to be touched just as much as yours does.

He lines himself with your entrance and teases your clit with the tip of his cock, fighting the urge to slam himself into you to the hilt.

“Do you want me to grab a condom?” he says mere millimeters away from slipping into you.

“I’m on the pill.” you reassure and gasp at how close he is to giving you everything you wanted since he crashed his lips into yours at the easel. Or possibly before that.

That’s all he needed to hear before he pushed his cock past your entrance and into your wet pussy, the stretch he’s giving you making you thank him silently for insisting on warming you up first.

“Fuck.” You both moan at how well you squeeze around him. He goes slow, inching in to give you time to adjust. You wrap your legs around his waist to encourage him deeper. He continues his slow pace breathing hot and thick against your neck.

He sits up to watch how he disappears inside you. “Look how well you take my cock, sweetheart.” He says picking up some speed in his thrusts. You moan at how well he hits every spot in you that’s been left untouched tonight, his dirty words only further building the pressure in your pelvis.

His thrusts become harder and you reach up you brace yourself on his biceps, his muscles flexing while he supports his weight above you. He angles his hips up slightly hitting your sweet spot perfectly, and you nearly yelp at the sensation, digging your nails into his arms making him hiss.

“Right there? Is that how your little pussy likes it?” He feigns a subtle innocence in his voice. Like he can’t see with his own eyes how well he’s fucking you.

“Yes, fuck! Please don’t stop.” you beg, mostly to get him to do just that, but also because of the sweaty fog his delicious cock has worked into your mind isn’t exactly allowing you to form the most intelligent of sentences.

He sits back on his knees and pushes one of your legs to your chest, his dick hitting deeper than you thought possible making your eyes roll back and your jaw slack. Your moans become uncontrollable and the words you’re attempting to say just come out in broken sounds.

“Such a good slut for me, look at you falling apart on my cock.” his voice almost a growl. “You gonna cum soon, sweetheart?” He says with a voice like silk to mask how close he is himself.

You can’t do more than nod fractically at his words in fear your voice will betray you. He rubs your clit with his thumb to earn your second climax from you.

And you do, your walls tighten around his cock but his pace doesn’t falter. Your legs shake and your eyes roll back. You cover your mouth to muffle a scream. Your orgasm ripping through you so hard you feel like you might burst.

Jungkook hisses at how hard you’re squeezing him and fucks you through your high. He reaches to his headboard to fuck into you harder, being selfish for the first time tonight, using you to chase his own high.

“Where do you want it?” He says in a stifled whine.

“Cum inside Jungkook. I want you to fill me up.” You say pressing your nails into his chest. The overstimulation you feel in your core is worth every thrust when he finally lets go and fills you with his cum. His cock twitching as he slowly rides out his climax.

He collapses on top of you, breathing heavily into your neck. Then rolls over to the other side of the bed, to allow both of you some cool air on your skin.

“I hope I didn’t go too hard at the end there, are you okay?” He looks over at you with worried eyes.

“No. No it’s okay, I liked it.” you smile, your lungs and heart rate working hard to steady themselves.

After he’s caught his breath a little he reaches into his bedside table to get a small rag to wipe up some of his cum leaking out of you, and you suddenly feel very vulnerable at his thoughtful gesture.

The post sex clarity hitting your mind, not quite in the way you hoped. As you lay there the height of what you two just did sending your mind go into overdrive.

Oh fuck. You run through the events of the night starting to panic a little. He’s my friend, how did this even happen? I wasn’t gonna do this. I wasn’t gonna let this get more complicated than my attraction to him already was. Shit, I’m an idiot. I mean he did kiss me, but… I can’t let this happen again. I don’t want this to end badly and have to move just because I think with my idiot vagina. It makes things too complicated. Okay, I have to end whatever that was now before things get even more complicated. He won’t mind right? He’s a college dude, he’s probably fine with just hittin’ it and quittin’ it. Yeah, everything is good. Friends can fuck once and then be good, it happens all the time.

You sit up from his bed and run your hands through your hair a couple times in an attempt to tame it and start to pick up your clothes.

“Are you okay?” He says, watching you as you attempt to find your underwear.

“Yeah, I’m good, just have an early class in the morning and I should probably get going.” you force a smile.

“Oh, uh okay.” He says not quite convinced. Though you weren’t lying about that, you really did have a class in about seven hours.

“Hey um,” you hesitate, sliding your pants on just choosing to abandon your underwear. “This was just a one time thing, right?” you ask him, hating the way you said that.

He senses your tone and feels a little twinge in his chest, but he ignores it, putting on a smile instead. “Yeah, definitely. Why do you ask?”

“Okay, good.” Another twinge. “I just don’t want things to be too complicated, with us being neighbors and all…” You trail off, trying not to cringe at yourself.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” He pauses, realizing for the first time that this could have negative consequences. “No worries, it’s forgotten. Just friends.” He reassures pulling his pants on.

“Just friends.” You smile and extend your hand to him. You shake on it.

You pull your shirt over your head.

“See you later, neighbor.” You say attempting to bring back the way things were just an hour ago. And you slip out his door.

He doesn’t walk you home like he normally does, and honestly you’re thankful. You just want to be back in your apartment where you can pretend that didn’t just happen. Even if that was one of the best fucks you've ever had, you're certainly not going to think about it. What is there to think about? Nothing happened.

You slip out his door, and into yours, met with Jimin munching in your kitchen, presumably after a party and your feet halt in their tracks.

“Damn babe, you look positively wrecked.” He says with a knowing smirk.

“Jimin, I am so not in the mood for whatever you’re about to say.” you say exasperated.

“Oh, so I should save the ‘I told you so’? Would you rather get it in the morning?” He asks innocently, though he’s anything but.

“Preferably never.” You quip and slip into your bedroom.

Yeah, never is good, we’re just gonna pretend none of that happened.

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angelicichor · 5 years ago

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I’m scared

Summary: Susie notices something is bothering you and gets worried.

Words: 2000+

The Entity’s campfire roared and everybody’s heads rose in anticipation. The trial was going strong for the last 20 minutes, but there was only one person left still fighting, Frank making quick work of all the others.

People noticed that the killer was more agitated than usually this time, so with only you being left, there was all reason to worry. After all, you were still fairly new to the competition, didn’t know all the tricks, not like the others did.

So one could only imagine the visage of shock painting their faces when you fell down from the sky onto a bush, bleeding all over and groaning in pain, but victorious.

Claudette was the first to approach you, rushing in with a med-kit to patch you up, a wide, worried smile on her face. “(Y/N)! Are you alright? What happened?” she questioned, helping you off the greenery. It wasn’t the best landing place, but at least The Entity didn’t throw you out onto a tree like it did to Jake once (and David... AND MEG). “Yeah, yeah thank you, Claudette.” you spoke, voice shaking slightly, groaning once your feet touched the ground, pain running through your legs. “I managed to, ugh, stab Frank right as he was passing the hatch and just jumped right down.” Both of you huffed a laughter and Claudette let Bill help you slug your way towards the campfire, setting you down a log.

Your legs were in a tragic condition, marked by a flurry of cuts and stabs, the most worrying being one in your calf, bleeding profusely, this one was the first on list of things Claudette needed to patch up, next was the deep stab in your shoulder that kept you from turning your head when something crunched in the forest, a twig, most likely, but that meant something was coming from the forest and there ain’t no animals in The Entity’s thicket.

With Bill’s groan you knew it was definitely one of the Killers, it was rare for any of them to visit, but it happened ever so often, especially with Evan coming to see Meg and occasionally Michael peering from behind the trees to stalk his sister or somebody who pissed him off during a trial, but managed to escape. The eldritch being in the sky always made sure that nobody would get hurt outside of trails though and killers could only enter survivor territory if given permission by at least one person.

You saw Claudette rise an eyebrow and smile, waving towards the forest and calling the travelers to make themselves at home, then going back to bandaging your already stitched calf. She was swift and precise and with the help of correct tools getting rid of a nasty wound was almost too easy, especially since The Entity didn’t really understand how certain things worked in detail, so morphine would just get rid of the pain with no side effects and antiseptics not only disinfected wounds, but also washed blood off of anything it touched. Nobody dared question this.

Sure enough you heard Meg giggle and in the corner of your eye you saw Evan lifting her in his arm, giving her a warm hug, those two were absolutely adorable.

“Woah, Frankie gotcha good, huh?” You jumped in place, Claudette groaning as you messed up one of the stitches on your shoulder, but there was no helping it with Susie suddenly appearing above you, bent over, her pink hair hanging down and tickling your cheeks. “Susie!” she giggled, hearing both anger and happiness in your voice, her masked face hiding her smile, hooded head tilting to the side slightly. “Ya pissed him of or something, babe?” She laughed and rose to walk next to you, not noticing the hint of nervousness in your slightly amused reaction. “Yeah... maybe.” your voice in naught but a whisper, as you shudder in recollection of what happened in the trail, the blood, the laughter, your shaking breath, and that mocking mask. That damned mask.

Susie sat next to you, reaching up to the white oval leather covering her face, taking it off with a happy huff before turning to you. Of all of The Legion she was the most willing to part with her ‘self’, just so your eyes could meet, so you could adore her soft, pink cheeks, her big, goofy smile, the gray of her irises and the colorful braces on her teeth, her hair falling onto her visage in a pink mess. You always adored looking at her, she was the most adorable thing in existence (though she insisted that was you or Bubba, that precious bastard), yet her joyfulness fell quickly, noticing that there was something else claiming your gaze, other than her.

And she traced it back to the mask in her hands, dread slowly crawling up both your spines, her soft, scarred hand reaching out towards your face, inching you up to look at her, anxiety in her heart. “Sweetie? What’s wrong? Frank did something bad... worse than usual?” She corrected herself, earning a fainting grin and a short chuckle. Her thumbs petted your jaw line softly, her brows furrowing as it dawned on her that you were sad or rather there was something off. “Are you angry at me?” she asked and your eyes shot up to hers, already filling with tears. “Oh no, no, no, no! Su! Never” you fretted over her, wiping the wet saltiness away from her precious cheeks, squishing her slightly. “Not at you, cutie pie. It’s just...” you stopped, letting a shaky breath escape your lungs. “I... I’m scared, Susie.” She blinked at your words, processing them slowly. “Of... the mask?” she remembered you starring and lifted the dirty thing, inspecting it with worry. “No, the mask is fine, yours at least, it’s quite adorable, actually.” you laughed, your hand reaching to her forearm and pressing her gently to put the thing down. “Then... The Legion?” another guess from her that you shook your head at, making her pout in confusion. “If the big guys are bullying you I oughta!!” she flared up and you laughed, hugging her tightly. Her excitement was obvious as she hugged you back, making sure to squeeze the air out of you and let you feel how much she loved you. Finally she let you go and her hand landed in yours, held in place with a light, anxious squeeze.

“I’m scared of Frank, babe.” her shoulders dropped and you spoke up before she could. “I know he’s your family, Susie, but... But he hates me.”

Her whole body shakes and you can read the panic in her eyes, fighting between keeping you close and running away in anger, unable to handle someone saying bad stuff about her ‘brother’, but she loved you enough to listen. “I know he likes hunting us, but every time he sees me he just... Goes feral! The match prior to this one he’s been chasing me for 10 solid minutes, before David knocked him out with a pallet and threw himself before me when I was about to be cut again, four times at that, but Frank just... Ignored him!” You huffed and Susie blinked a few times in confusion, letting you continue. "The other time he threw an Ivory Mori as an offering and I knew he wanted to use it on me, but Feng found a key and let us out the hatch...But today was just... “

You stopped, feeling Susie pulling you closer to her and laying her head on your shoulder, nodding for you to continue. “I think he burned an ebony... Everybody died so quickly and I was alone and he was just... He was laughing whenever he hit me and not in that creepy way he always does, but more like an actual, sadistic laughter, Su. Every time he hit me it was in a way that wouldn’t put me down, so I had to keep running and I had no idea what to do, nobody was with me and he was just... always there, behind me. Then I tripped and he picked me up, saying something about making me pay and I... I escaped but... What the hell, Susie?!” tears rolled down your cheeks and this time she was there to catch them, pulling you into a tight, warm embrace, shushing you and kissing your hair as you cried in panic. You were so smart and cunning that many killers often forgot you were new to this whole mess, Susie happened to be one of them. Seeing you cry made her own chest swell with sadness and rage. “It’s okay, babe, it’s fine.” She cooed, nuzzling against your (h/c) hair. “Listen, I’ll talk to Frank, okay? I will... I don’t know what I will, but if he has something against you or US I’m gonna kick his ass, alright?” she pulled away, giving you a big, fat kiss on your red cheeks, once again banishing tears from your face, you were too angelic to cry like this. “I’m going to make him piss his pants, (y/n)” she promised and the spark of sinister determination in her gray eyes let you know that she meant it.

You laughed, the sweet sound making your girlfriend swell with love and pride, pulling you in for a frenzy of kisses, making you a blushing mess and leading to Nea gagging in disgust at your unashamed displayed of affection.

Soon after, unfortunately, the fire place roared again and you were both unpleasantly shocked to see the black tendrils crawl onto Susie’s body. “Aww, sorry, (y/n), Momma says I gotta go to work. See ya, pumpkin pie” she pouted and you nodded, letting her go with a joyful chuckle, wishing her good luck. Jake, David, Nea and Quentin were pulled in with her, leaving the camp a bit emptier. “Good luck...”

It felt like two days before The Entity called your name again, ordering you to join the fray. Seeing the orange lights and pumpkins scattered around Lampkin Lane made you groan slightly. Myers was a nightmare to face, everybody could agree on that. You never knew if he’d be a good boy and sacrifice people or if he’d just grab you and stab your guts out. It was almost like there were two of them and they just... looked identical.

Yet as the familiar heart beat rang in your head and you saw the killer, you stopped. The white hood, leather jacked and lanky frame let you know that this ain’t Mikey, but Frank, already chasing poor Laurie. He slashed her once, laughing at her wince, before turning to find another victim and... stopping.

You both stood there, looking at each other, his fingers fidgeting around the handle of his hunting knife, obviously nervous. “Uh... Hi?” your voice made him stir and with a groan he made his way to you, but he wasn’t running, he was just... walking and you fought the urge to run, seeing determination in his movements. “You... You okay, Frank?” “Shaddap, will ya?” he growled, taking your arm and pulling it up slightly. “Ya made Susie angry at me, do ya know how scary she is when she gets angry?! A goddamned nightmare, lemme tell ya.” He hissed and ran his knife against your forearm, only hard enough to cut your sweater. Your brow rose at that in utter confusion. “Here, so Boss doesn’t think I didn’t hunt ya or whatever, now get fucking lost...I got people to kill.” with a growl he turned around, looking for another heartbeat and stopping for a second more. “If ya ain’t good to Su I’ll make your trails a livin’ hell.” was the last thing he said before running off to stab some unfortunate soul, leaving you scared, confused and so, so damn proud of your wonderful girlfriend.

The next time around you were the one to find the Killer’s grounds, Amanda leading you to your darling girl and the second your eyes met, she was being smothered by your hugs and kisses. What a wonderful girl. A precious angel.

#Susie #Susie (the legion)#The legion #The legion x reader #susie (the legion) x reader #killer x reader #dead by daylight #dbd #dbd fanfic #gender neutral reader #virgo writes #I love my girl ok #she's a precious #this is a mess but yay i wrote something longer #killer x survivor

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monotonemanday · 7 years ago

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Star Crossed Entertainers - Mystic Messenger FanFic Part 2 OC x Jumin

Part 2 takes place at the same time as Part 1 but it is in the OC’s perspective :) I was planning for this part to be shorter but it’s actually longer! My bad.. Thanks again for reading!

“I’ll be back late! A car is picking me up. Don’t be late to rehearsal, listen to Lee, it’s his first time running practice without me, and call a car to bring you home. YOU ARE NOT RIDING THE BUS THAT LATE AT NIGHT!”

She was met with silence.

“Did you hear me?!”

“Yeeessss! I’m ignoring you! I’ll do whatever I want. Don’t forget to bring back a husband tonight, Cinderella!”

Smart ass. She closed the door tight behind her and sighed. She was sure the neighbors didn’t enjoy their shouting but that’s just how her and the roommate operated. She adjusted the strap on her gym bag and began down the hall to the stairs. She was moving at a quick pace down the stairs, turning the corners sharply, the tapping of her sneakers on the cold steps ringing loudly. She was multitasking. Running down the stairs to the car, half a bagel hanging out of her mouth and her hands working on putting her hair in a very mess bun. She made it to the lobby and pushed open the door with her backside. Look ma no hands.

The brisk air slapped her cheeks. It felt quite nice after running down 4 flights of stairs. A driver silently opens the back driver side door for her and she removes the half eaten bagel from her mouth. “Well thank you, sir!” The man nods and closes the door once her legs are tucked in.

She places her bag on the seat and looks at her knees. Great. The drivers seat was pretty far back. Her knees were pressed into the back of the leather. Oh well, she was used to it. She had always been tall. Too tall in her opinion.

She opens up the main pocket of her bag. It was just a plain gym bag. Adidas brand. Navy with neon pink lettering and accents, but it was her favorite and most reliable bag. She rummages through fabric and loose make up and finally finds her cell phone.

No messages, just a couple missed calls from the boss. Oh well, she would be on location in a few minutes.

She could tell the driver was staring at her in the rearview mirror.

“Unimpressed with my appearance?” She chuckled to herself and smiled at the man.

“Oh! No! It’s just that you don’t seem to be dressed in appropriate attire for your destination.”

She looked down at herself. He wasn’t wrong. She was in tight black joggers with a thick mint stripe down the sides and a loose mint hoodie with black lining. Her hair was a mess and her sneakers were pretty beat up. “Well, that’s what the bag is for.” The girl smirked.

“Attending a party? You don’t have a ball gown shoved in there do you?” The driver laughed at his notion harder than he should have.

“Oh no, I’m working an event.”

“What kind of work?”

“Oh, I’ll be ushering guests.” Lie.

The car came to a stop and the woman looked outside. She could see the flashing of what seemed like hundreds of cameras. Vultures.

“Actually,” she called out to the driver. “Can you pull around the back of the building? That’s where the changing rooms will be I think.”

“Sure thing.”

The driver drops her off at the back of the building. She reaches into her wallet and pulls out whatever cash she had. She throws the wallet back into her gym bag and reaches towards the front seat to hand the cash to the driver.

“Oh, your ride has already been paid for miss.”

“Oh I know!” she chimed in. “This is just for you.” She slaps the cash into the drivers hand and without waiting for a response she grabs her bag and slams the door behind her, rushing into the building. She was late.

Making her way through what seemed like endless hallways she finally saw them. The familiar bodyguards hired by the boss standing in front of what she assumed to be the room they were using as their dressing room.

“Name, please.”

Ugh, this was the worst. So pointless. Always had to give the guards her name even though they knew her. Hell, she even was at Stan’s sons birthday party last month. But the men were just doing their job. Protocol.

“Gonna need your name, sweetheart.”

Shit. Which one? She had so many. What would her boss have put her down as? Oh that’s right. They were hired by the C&R Chairman. Who did he know her as?

“Rose.”

“Thanks, sweetie. Good luck tonight.”

She patted both men on the shoulders. “Thanks boys, say hi to the fam’s for me!” She beamed a sincere toothy smile and entered the room.

Chaos. Feathers and aerosol spray everywhere. Girls struggling to get tights on, whining because their hair won’t curl just right and arguing over sharing make up. She’s trying to make her way to her private room in the back of the larger room when the girls catch wind that she’s arrived.

��Rose! Thank god! I need your help with my leotard!” “Rose! Angel doesn’t feel well, she’s locked herself in the bathroom, what should we do?!” “Rose! Can you go over the steps for this part of the number with me?”

Rose. It was so hard getting used to for the first couple of minutes. None of the girls used their real names at events or while performing at the club but hers was the only one that changed depending on what clients were around.

“Girls, you know the rule. Give me a chance to put my face on. I’ll be out in a minute.” The rest of the girls let out a communal “aaawww” and she finished making her way to her area.

She closed the door and locked it. She threw her bag onto the sofa and made her way to the vanity. She sat in the high chair and pulled her cellphone out of her hoodie pocket.

“Hey Lee, sorry again that I can’t be at practice. Just run through act one and don’t take any crap from them. Especially our leading man and the little pixie. I won’t be able to respond but let me know if there are any major problems. Thanks and good luck!” Sent.

She set the phone on the counter and walked to the sofa and opening the gym bag. She hangs her clothes on the rack on the right side of the room. Why do they need so many outfits? She’s only going to use one, maybe two. She was impressed by how many outfits she could shove into that old bag though. She takes out her make up bag and sets up shop at the vanity. She let’s her hair down out of its sloppy bun. Her hair was a golden brown and had a natural curl to it that throughout the day slipped into beachy waves. It wasn’t her natural color. She was a strawberry blonde but it had been dyed so many times it just started taking on new colors. She put her hair up in a tight high ponytail and stared at herself in the mirror. She stripped down to nothing and put on her red satin robe.

Now was normally the time when she would begin to transform into an entirely different person. Heavy make up with all the bells and whistles. She studied her face, tracing her jawline and running her fingers down her neck. Not tonight. She didn’t want to be here in the first place. She got one day a week off from this job normally and when she did she had other obligations to take care of. She never had a day to relax and it was weighing on her. But. The show must go on. She gave herself one last hard look in the mirror and thought screw it. She pushes her foundation and contour to the side and goes straight for her eyeshadow pallet. Gold tonight, and she’ d smoke it out a little. She takes a little black shadow to fill in her eyebrows. She didn’t have to do much. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched and had their own natural shape that complimented any wig or hairdo she had to rock. She slapped on her winged eyeliner like she had been doing it since birth and reached for her false lashes. No. Not tonight. Just mascara. She didn’t want to feel so heavy and besides, she wasn’t planning on getting close to anyone tonight anyway.

Outside she hears the girls still calling for Rose. She couldn’t believe how dependent they were sometimes but she also didn’t mind being a mentor of sorts. She takes her high pony and wraps it on the top of her head and slips on a wig cap. She walks over to the bag and takes out one of her favorites. A Straight banged black bob that reached just below her jaw line. It made her feel like a spy. She used her index finger to pull it down and lay it on her forehead just right. Then she took out her fish net tights and easily slipped them on her long smooth legs. Good thing she shaved this morning. Next were the black lace high waisted underwear. She wore them over her tights so that the tights wouldn’ t slip down throughout the night. A matching strapless bra after that. Standing at the vanity, she rarely sat while getting ready, she leaned into the mirror and grabbed her apple red lipstick. She was putting it on with a steady hand when there was a knock at the door.

“Rose, darling. It’s me, and I brought Chairman Han!” That voice. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Madam. Oh the mixed feelings she felt toward the madam.

“One second!” She slipped on her robe and tied it tight, rushing to the door. Turning the lock and flinging the door open she put on a bright smile. “Mr. Chairman!” It was practically a song. She grabbed his hands and stepping backwards she led him inside. Her madam closing the door behind them. Chairman Han. Chairman of C&R. He kissed her on both cheeks, then let go of her hands.

“Rose! My sparkling diamond! I don’t mean to interrupt and I don’t want to keep you long. I just wanted to stop by and tell you I’m excited to watch you perform this evening and as much as I’d like to have you for myself,” She was cringing. His words were like venom. This man was a very well respected business man and father but she had seen other sides of him as well. The powerful business man continued. “Tonight is about my son and I’m very hopeful that you two will get along.” He winked at her and a bead of sweat dripped down her spine. The chairman turned to make his leave and nodded towards the madam. “I’ll see you lovely ladies around the dance hall.”

The door was shut behind him and the fake smile that was plastered on the madams face was wiped clean. Business.

“Listen. Tonight is extremely important. Mr. Han paid a huge sum to the boss for us to entertain at this party and that man is expecting you to spend some quality time with his son. Now we cant use a ringer like we normally do -”

“I’m not sleeping with him. That’s always been the deal. I don’t care if he’s the most handsome and powerful bachelor ar -”

The madam raised her hand. “There’s that awful habit of yours. Speaking out of turn. Especially when I don’t want to hear what you have to say.”

“That’s a little rude, but sorry. My bad.”

Madam was not having the attitude. She raised her voice at the sarcastic brat. “Stop being so informal with me!! Now again I say, listen. And don’t interrupt! I have drawn up a contract. I don’t know a lot about the chairman’s son but I know that he could have any woman he wished for. So I don’t know if he will demand a night with you or not. If he does then I guess you’ll just have to use that sharp tongue and quick wit of yours to convince him otherwise. This contract is a confidentiality agreement. Get him to sign it and I won’t have to report to the boss that you aren’t servicing clients. If you don’t get him to sign well, I can’t keep covering for you with the boss. There’s been trouble and our employer is not happy at all.”

“I get it.” The girl hadn’t been minding her expressions and her tone had turned hostile. She let slip a rolling of her eyes and she felt a hand slap her upper arm. Fingers digging into her bicep. She was pushed against the door.

“DON’T YOU ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME! IF YOU DON’T FIX YOUR ATTITUDE I WON’T HESITATE. WHAT WILL IT BE? BACK ON THE STREET OR DEMOTED BACK TO LOWLY CALL GIRL WHERE NOT ONLY WILL YOU SPEND THE NIGHT WITH YOUR CLIENTS, THEY WILL NO LONGER BE ELITE BUSINESS MEN.”

Anger started to rise in the girl and she pushed her madam out of the way. The madam let out a large sigh.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. With the trouble our employer is facing, there might be danger. I’m worried. You know that I care for you like a daughter. I appreciate everything you’ve done for my business and how much you’ve done for those girls out there. It’s just...you won’t be able to charm your way around the boss forever.”

Madam set the confidentiality agreement on the counter of the vanity and looked at the make up that was laid on the counter. “You’re not wearing enough make up.”

“I don’t care. I need to finish getting dressed. So if you’re done with me...”

Walking toward the door madam stopped short, her hand on the doorknob.

“Your strapless gold dress is under one of the cushions in the VIP booth. You are doing sparkling diamonds tonight so make sure you’re the focus. Please help the other girls finish getting ready. Some of them are beginning to panic.” Without looking back madam made her leave.

Carefully slipping into the rest of her outfit and her sensible character shoes, “Rose” finished getting ready and left her dressing room to help the other girls. Once she put out most of the fires she decided to sneak a peak at the dance hall where they’d be performing and where she would have to parade around for these stuffy old business men and a corporate heir.

The hall was filled with loud chatter. Elite business men and aristocrats all throughout the room, young and old. It didn’t really matter to her. Honestly, they all looked the same, sounded the same, acted the same. It made things kind of easy now that she thought about it. She looked around and saw the extravagant tapestries that laced the walls, hung from the ceilings and made up private booths. She thought they were gaudy but hey, she was just the hired talent, not the interior designer.

She was posted in the hallway hiding behind a doorway in the back area of the hall. Her eyes quickly darting around the room. She didn’t really need to pay attention to the stage. She could do this number in any setting because she had done it so many times before. She performed at plenty of parties like this but she hated attending them as a guest. This kind of setting wasn’t for her. It was too lavish and uptight. But gosh that fountain was beautiful. It was loud and reminded her of a rushing waterfall. It was distracting her from the fact that she was minutes away from having to avoid grimy hands trying to grope her while she was trying to sing and dance. That pre-pervert time dread began to set in when she heard someone shouting.

“MISTAH TRUST FUND KID!”

Her eyes darted to the obnoxious outburst and she was intrigued by the three very out of place men near the VIP booth. The one shouting had bright red hair and some very oddly colored glasses. He definitely wasn’t a business man or someone of high power, but he was definitely good looking. On his left was THE CUTEST thing she had ever seen. A very bright eyed blonde haired boy with pins in his long bangs. What a baby she thought. Too young to be with this crowd. Definitely a college student, and definitely shouldn’t be here. Save his innocence! On the right of those two was a very slender and very composed mint haired gentlemen. He definitely fit in more than the other two. He definitely came from wealth and he was very refined in the way he carried himself. She followed the three men’s eye line across the dance hall and her breath caught in her throat.

That had to be him. The corporate heir. The raven haired prince of business. The chairman’s son. Her new favorite name, Mistah Trust fund Kid. Jumin. Han.

Target acquired.

She watched his tall figure glide throughout the space. Commanding the room. He greeted his father and then made his way to the three oddballs. She watched in awe. He was so effortlessly...hot as fuck...refined and dignified. Her hope was that he was actually goofy looking and kind of gross. Maybe just even a little less impressive. A man like him would definitely be hard to talk out of something he wanted, so she just hoped that once they were alone, he really wouldn’t want her.

The woman watched on as the four men took their seats in the VIP booth. She was sure they would sit down and begin talking about boring aristocratic topics. She was all about talking business but with men of power and wealth, any conversation was usually extremely lackluster.

Much to her surprise the four men were colorful and lively. They were smiling and laughing and you could tell that they were dear friends. She watched the man that she was hired to seduce. His smile was calming and even though his eyes were almost black she had never seen eyes so bright. And yet the closer she paid attention to him she could tell that that brightness was fading fast. She knew that fading all too well. It matched his body language. it was the same body language she took on as soon as she got out of the car 30 minutes earlier. He didn’t want to be here. As happy as he was to be with his friends, this party being held in his honor was far from something he wanted. She could see it. He knew what was going to happen. He knew what his father had planned.

She decided she had done enough recon. She turned and made her way back down the hall. She couldn’t help but feel a bit sad. This was unusual. For the first time, she didn’t want to seduce this man, and he also didn’t want to be seduced. A common goal. At least that would probably make it easier to get him to sign the confidentiality agreement. She pulls the document from her leotard and reads it over. She immediately got frustrated. What is this crap? This wasn’t a confidentiality agreement. It seemed like a trap. There were so many hidden clauses and fine print. She picked up the pace and rushed into her dressing room, slamming the door.

She always kept a notebook and pens in her gym bag. Rummaging through she found her notebook and a plain blue pen. Ripping out a page she begin to scribble out a new contract. She heard the rest of the girls making their way out to the hall and she slipped the new contract into her bra.

Jazzy drumming and an explosion of brass. Show time. She taped the mic to her cheek and wrapped the chord behind her ear. One last look in the mirror. Her deep blue eyes, and her pale skin. Not enough make up. But she still didn’t care.

Standing behind the VIP booth she pulled back the curtain. Nervous? Never. This was like breathing. Making her way through the cushions in the back she reaches the head of the table. The blonde and the redhead don’t take notice. The corporate heir was actively avoiding anything that wasn’t his wine glass. She was met with a pair of beautiful mint eyes. He cleared his throat and the other three looked up.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” She gave them her best smile. “Do you mind if I take over your spot for a moment?” Holding out her hand she was met with awkward silence. She could hear what spot the girls were in the number and she knew time was not on her side. She extended her hand out further, but she was met with blank stares until she looked over at Jumin. he was staring at her. Gazing even. If looks could kill. What was he staring at? Was her lipstick smudged? Mascara running? Oh No. Her freckles. She turned her face away from him. She looked too much like herself. She wasn’t supposed to get so close. However a tiny blush creeped onto her cheeks. Maybe she didn’t mind getting so close.

She felt a hand squeeze her outstretched fingers and she snapped back to reality. She hoisted herself onto the table and her performance began. Everything else left her mind. She was focused on nothing but singing and dancing. That is until she was out on the floor surrounded by pigs. She had to admit she was quite impressed with herself. It was a talent, flirting with all these men and yet avoiding their eager hands at the same time. She spotted the chairman and played into his hand. Blowing kisses and sending winks his way.

After enough schmoozing the crowd it was time for a dance break with the other girls. “Rose” made her way to the VIP table. Again she extended her hand towards the mint haired man once more and this time the back of her hand was met with a kiss. They had loosened up and she was ready to, also.

Sandwiching herself between the blonde and the redhead she made some quick small talk and learned their names, Or at least the names they gave her. V, Luciel, and Yoosung. They were fun. Polite, funny, clever. She was enjoying this down time. She was stealing glances at the raven haired prince. She figured he had already formed an opinion of her and it wasn’t a good one. He wasn’t engaging in conversation and she didn’t want to push him. That was until she felt an all too familiar pair of eyes on her.

The Chairman. His eyes darted from her to his son rapidly. Anger and disappointment. She got tense and knew she wasn’t doing her job the way it was supposed to be done. She could tell Jumin was starting to panic and she also knew that madam was probably watching. Standing up she suggested the three other boys go out and join the ladies on the dance hall floor.

Still feeling the eyes of Chairman Han burning through her she stands infront of Jumin Han and runs her hand up his thigh. Putting her index finger to his lips and then pointing at her cheek, she informed him that her mic was live.

“Talk to me Jumin Han and tell me all about it.”

She turned and addressed the crowd while untying the front curtains to the private booth.

“Sorry, Boys! It’s time for my break and its ladies choice, but absolutely feel free to indulge in my many lovely friends!”

She closed the curtains tight and turned towards the table.

Looking at the face of the corporate heir she rolled her eyes. She had seen that look before. A lecture was coming. And she wasn’t in the mood.

“Hello, Mr. Elite Business Man. Don’t worry. I’m not here to jump your bones.” She laughed at the shock on his face. “I just figured you couldn’t bare that mans demonic peepers piercing through your soul any longer.” She could tell he was perplexed.

“I’m talking about your father. He sure does want to see you in all your glory that is manhood in the presence of a lady now doesn’t he? I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone that hungry to get somebody else lucky in the bedroom.”

“I suppose he’s worried about the rumors that arise about my sexual orientation. Or perhaps he’s worried I’ll end up alone. Won’t be able to provide an heir to the family or the company. But you’re right, I wasn’t thrilled by his glare” Jumin was pouring more wine into his glass.

“Hmmm. Well, I’ll tell you what. How about we sit here for a while, I’ll tousle your hair a bit, loosen your tie, and we can both move on from this night. Back to our normal day to day.”

She had made her way to the back of the booth and had found the dress madam had left. Slipping it on gracefully she sits across from Jumin. They shared a bit of banter and she avoided any lecture by simply telling him whatever opinion he had formed about her and the other girls was probably incorrect. She then got straight to business and told him that she did not sleep with clients. What she didn’t expect to do was tell him all about how she avoided sleeping with clients and how she had worked hard to formulate a business plan and how much it had helped out madam and the other girls.

She lost herself. She was talking too much but it was just so easy. He was actually listening to her and he was helping. They were having an actual discussion and he wasn’t making a pass at her and she wasn’t climbing into his lap. She didn’t feel like she was working, but she came back down to earth and remembered that she wasn’t on her own time. She was on the clock and she needed him to sign something.

After a few laughs, pen in hand, Jumin signed the contract. He chuckled and questioned her about the contents of the contract. She admitted that it wasn’t the original contract intended for him tonight and that she felt this contract suited him better.

“Well it’s time for me to address those barbarians. And I’m sure your friends are anxious to get back to you.”

Just like she promised, she walked toward the corporate heir, tousled his hair, loosened his tie, and took his hand. She stood the man up and pulled open the curtain to the booth. They emerged hand and hand to address the crowd.

“Gentlemen! It is time for us to lay this party to rest. Beauty sleep is extremely important to us, ya know.” She winked at the crowd. “We’re off but our door is always open. Come and visit us anytime and if you happened to make a love connection with one of the ladies tonight all I ask is you hold the doors open for her, treat her like a princess and make sure she get’s home safe. We are the Star Crossed Entertainers and tonight we sparkle just for you! Thank you!”

She let’s go of Jumin’s hand and begins to walk down the steps of the stage in front of the VIP booth when someone grabs her wrist. She turned and was met with charcoal eyes.

“Wait, what’s your name?”

“Ana.” Lie. Not even close.

“How old are you?”

“23.” Lie. 25.

“Aren’t you forgetting the fine print of your own contract?” Jumin dropped her wrist and put his hand out toward her. His hand balled into a fist with his pinky extended. He was staring at her, and she knew that she shouldn’t let him. That she should look away. But she wasn’t. In fact. She was staring back.

“I almost did. Thank you.” She wrapped her pinky around his and smirked. “Hey Mr. Elite Business Man, thanks for not trying to put it in me.” A kiss on the cheek and then She stuck her tongue out just barely and winked once she saw that she had flustered the extremely handsome man in front of her. With great speed she rushed down the steps not looking back at him.

Making her way through the crowd she brushed shoulders with V. They locked eyes and she paused. He spoke softly.

“Jumin...did he -”

“If you have concerns you should discuss them with your friend.” She starts to walk away and stops just behind his back. Looking over her shoulder she says “You two seem close. You should tell Mr. Han that if he doesn’t like this sort of thing he should discuss it with his father. He could save a lot of people both time and money. I for one had quite a bit of laundry I hoped to get done tonight.”

Back to her mad dash to the dressing room. Once inside she ripped off her wig and tossed it in the bag. She couldn’t get out of her outfit fast enough. Shoving everything into her gym bag, she throws on her hoodie and her joggers. She gathers up her make up and shoves it on top of the clothes. She undoes her hair shakes it out, flips it upside down and throws it back into the messy bun. She unlocks her phone. Messages from Lee, and the roommate. Not surprising. She’ll respond in the car. She wrestles with the zipper of her bag and finally gets it closed. She quietly slips out of the room avoiding having to talk to anyone and makes her way outside. Not paying attention to her surroundings she spots the car waiting for her and nothing else. She crosses the street and grabs the door handle.

“I’m not happy.”

Shit. She turned around slowly. Ugh. The madam and her goons.

“This is the last time you pull a stunt like that. Next time you do what I tell you, exactly. To the T. You don’t make contracts. I do.”

Her heart was full of mischief. She thought back to the contract Jumin signed. “I Mistah Trust Fund Kid am sworn to absolute secrecy” and the fine print, “This contract isn’t valid until both parties engage in a pinky swear.”

“Wipe that smirk off your face!”

She turned away from madam and back to the door. “I’m going home. You have a looooovely evening madam.”

“You messed up.”

“Excuse you?”

“Ana?”

“Yeah, so what? You’re constantly giving me fake names, I figured I’d give myself one.”

They were facing each other. Barely an inch apart.

“Watch that mouth of yours.”

“I’m leaving.”

“He asked about you. He wanted “Ana’s” contact info.”

“And? Isn’t that what you want? Repeat customers?”

“Cut the shit! I told you that trouble is coming and after what you pulled tonight...You’re on your own when it comes to the boss.”

She was tired and she wanted to get back to her apartment. She opened the door and climbed into the backseat. Madam’s hand blocked the door.

“I’ve had enough. I won’t protect you anymore. I hope you’re as charming and as smart as you think you are...Samantha.”

And with the sound of her real name passing through madams lips, Samantha slams the door and signals for the driver to step on it. She closes her eyes and lays her head back. She can’t believe she compromised everything she’s been building up, for Jumin Han.

#mysticmessenger #rfa #Mystic Messenger #mysme #707 #luciel #saeyoung choi #oc #fanfic #original #writing #samantha #rose #sparkling diamond #jumin #jumin han #jihyun kim #yoosung #enjoy

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chaosbisexual · 7 years ago

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1-74?

Hey there nonnie!! idk why, bc tbh i’m p boring, but thank you! i’ve already answered a handful of these so i’ll just do the rest!! thank you!!

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? i mean i’m 5″2 so i wish i was taller,,,, like maybe just 5″6 or so??? just a bit taller???

2: Do you have a favorite clothing style? i LOVE dresses okay i’m that girl,, but i love dresses that come in at the waist bc i’m curvy so i like the waist,, and like high waisted shorts and jeans and skirts w shorter tops??? mm i LOVE. but i’m also comfortable with like big jumpers and stuff too so…

3: Do you like makeup? if so, What’s your daily makeup routine look like? Yes! I love makeup! i’m not very good at it but i find makeup v calming and usually when i’m upset the process of putting youtube or music on and doin my makeup is so theraputic,,, i usually do pencil eyeliner, eyebrows, concealer, mascara and eyeshadow if i have time (not in that order) but i honestly love eyeshadow pallets sm

4: What three things/people do you think of most each day: things bc i’m boring; tea, blankets and friends.

5: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? OVER EMOTIONAL AND OVERBEARING AND WILL PROBABLY LOVE YOU TOO MUCH,,, A BIT LIKE A PUPPY. ALSO HIGHLY ANXIOUS AND CRIES WHEN TEA IS UNAVAILABLE,,, that sounds about right,,,,

7: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic] : I love personality quizzes and i literally just took this and i’m melancholic?? which i agree w a lot actually (look it up if you want to know more lol)

9: who’s your favorite celebrity? hmm currently dodie clark (she counts ok) emma watson, adelaide kane, or matty healy,,, hmmm,,,,,,

10: who’s your favorite viner? i dont really watch vines but i think thomas sanders and lizzza are hilarious so,,,,

11: favorite youtubers? i kinda answered this before but dodie, lucy moon, jack and dean (anyone in that circle) dan and phil, carrie hope fletcher.

12: cat or dogs? i dont like this bc i love them both but when it comes to mutual love,,,, dogs (but my cat has LOVED me recently idk whats happening)

14: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? i honestly don’t know,,, i LOVE the name lyra but i feel like i’d want to name my child that,,, but idk i also like laurel, lily, estelle,,,,

16: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? i feel most productive at night, and i love night, but i feel like people diurnal is more the norm and when i’d actually be able to get stuff done,, so that

17: Any phobias or fears? bein alone, being unproductive, unhappiness,, i don;t think i have any phobias but i am quite an anxious bean

18: Favorite movie? hmmmm 10 things i hate about you, any hp film, the narnia films,,, r+j,,,, there’s so m a n y

19: Do you get scared easily? short answer: yes,,, long answer: Y Y E E S S

21: What is a color that calms you? blue, like pale blue, green (bc being outside makes me feel calm) and like mauve bc it reminds me of my mum

23: Where were you born? melbourne buddy

24: Introvert or extrovert? ambivert,,,, but i think i’m closer to extrovert

25: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? YES I’M SUCH A TAURUS

26: Hugs or kisses? i mean i’ve never kissed anyone so i’d have to say hugs

28: Talk about your crush, if you have one! idk where to begin w this omg,,,,

29: A sound you really love? RAIN. RAIN. R A I N. and my friends talking, that makes me feel good too.

30: Can you do the splits? nOPE

31: Favorite actor and/or actress? emma watson, thomas brodie-sangster, asa butterfield, tatiana maslany, dev patel,,, ugh so many people

33: How are you feeling right now? i mean ??? neutral??? like i’m not happy but i’m not sad?? fine???

34: What color would you like your hair to be right now? i mean i used to want to be ginger but then i realized i would look crap but tonight at a dinner i was called a ranga (my hair is v light brown) and now i’m conflicted,, but like i kinda want darker hair rn

35: Something that calms you down? dodie clark, my friends, tea, long walks.

36: Have any disorders? no but i might have anxiety??? 37: What does your URL mean? combo of my fave characters, clara oswald from doctor who and james and lily potter from hp,,, not even sorry

38: What makes you unfollow a blog? inactive, rude or a person i just don’t want to be associated with anymore (this only happened once when i had a falling out w someone irl)

39: What makes you follow a blog? nice username or aesthetic, or i find you on my dash somehow. i follow a lot of people but it’s nice there’s variety.

40: Favorite kind of person: one who understands me and listens to me but is also completely at ease w who they are and is willing to be open with me.

41: Name three of your favorite blogs. @alicelongbottom, @hpwritersnet (i’m part of this but we’re great) and @acestephendene ,, ily all sm and your blogs are all AMAZING,

42: What is your MBTI personality type? INFJ!!!! and it fits me really well tbh.

43: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? currently my maxi dress or my jeans :)

44: Post a selfie or two? lol i don’t currently have any up put i have a pic of ME if that counts. everything will be under the tag “my face”

45: Do you like to swim? YES

46: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? swimming, i can’t skate for shit lol

47: Something you wish didn’t exist: tr*mp

48: Some thing you wish did exist: MONEY TREES AND TIME MACHINES

49: Piercings you have? just my ears

50: Something you really enjoy doing: reading and writing and walking. sometimes all at once oml

51: Favorite person to talk to: hmm maybe either my two closest friends or my sister??

52: What was your first impression of Tumblr? *actual recreation* “plants, plants, plants, i guess they’re pretty,,,, wAIT IS THAT HARRY POTTER”

53: How many followers do you have? nearly 0.5 k :))))))))))))) (do you guys want me to do something to celebrate?? i’m so excited??)

54: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? probably not omg

56: What are your birthstones? emerald,, thats the only one i know oops

58: Someone you look up to: my sister (both literally and metaphorically)

59: A store you love? in australia we have this stationary store called typo,,, and it’s my favourite place on earth. and like any type of bookstore, vintage, or like anything. just books.

60: Favorite type of shoes? boots,,, heeled boots,,,

61: Where do you live? australia m8

62: What color do you wish the sky was? i wish it always looked like it does when its dusk tbh

63: Favorite thing about a person: their eyes, their passions, their hopes.

64: Something you love about Tumblr: all the kind people who send me asks and messages :)66: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,,,,,,, idk maybe a 4 or 5? and on a good day, a 6-6.5? which is kind of ironic when you think about the fact that i idolise my sister,,, who looks like me,,,,

67: What nicknames do you have/have had? lexi, ali, alexy-indre, munchkin, smol bitch, peanut, smol cabbage, and most recently, the good ole “al”

68: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? when i was v little, but i think i stole them all from story books so,,,,

69: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? i have seen a counselor, and i probably go back actually,,,70: How many languages do you speak fluently? just english,,, but i am trying to learn french.71: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. mum, my sister, and hannah (@acestephendene)

72: Do you like BuzzFeed? i mean ??? yes ??? i know they’re problematic and all but yes i like the content,, espec unsolved its my fave.

73: How many people are you following? i’m such a mess i think last time there was around 3,000??? i should probably maintenance that omg

74: How many posts/likes/ and or drafts do you have on your blog? 14,168 posts, 31,092 likes, and 2 drafts (again, i’m a mess)

phew that was long!! hope ur not asleep anon, thank you so much xx

#ali speaks #asks #anon #i'm so sorry this was long

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peachychimu · 8 years ago

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🔷 Irises

Summary: You and Yoongi hate each other but somehow you still have feelings for him.

Pairing: Painter!Yoongi x reader

Genre: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) u kno

Words: 5k

A/N: I really like ‘enemies to lovers’ fanfictions so I decided to write one. I hope you like it. I apologize for any errors.

"It looks more like a shit than a stone." Yoongi said critically, pointing at your incomplete painting, his slim finger circling around the grey thing as he was standing behind you. Flustered, you nodded but the blonde clicked his tongue, before grabbing your hand where you kept paintbrush, his hot breath ghosting over your skin when he whispered.

"Close your eyes and imagine that fucking stone. Sharp edges, texture, roughness... it's not that difficult. Even children can do it better. Give it some stick for God's sake because now you just fuck around. With that attitude you can leave the class.” he hissed. Hopelessness devoured you completely and you could only hear rumble of your heartbeat, cheeks burning shamelessly. You didn't have enough courage to look up at your teacher, even if some internal voice was telling you to scream at the man. After all, you were just a newbie!

Impassive Yoongi continued his lecture on painting landscapes, telling characteristics of oil paint that you used during that lesson. He was standing in front of his students, boring expression scanning each of them. His pants were covered with paint, as well his loose blouse that was literally hanging on his arms. The man was incredibly sexy; with those dark eyes and plump, shining lips he was attracting many people. But under that handsomeness the blonde was just a big dickhead and that's all.

Yoongi showed few oil paintings: Dedham Vale, Landscape with Charon Crossing the Styx, The Giant Mountains... they all were very beautiful, detailed and just perfect, your own works will never be as great as them. With a pouty face you looked down at your painting, seeing meadow covered with thousand tiny flowers and that ill-fated stone painted in the middle of the canvas. You sighed; your dreams of becoming a painter just jumped out of the window.

The man demonstrated his own painting that he had been working on for couple of past day. It presented winter landscape - the pines were covered with heavy snow, branches almost breaking under the weight of a white fluff. There was also an frozen river, ice shining brightly, reflecting sunlight. In the far distance you could spot cottage, smoke coming out of the chimney. You couldn’t look away.

Suddenly he clapped his hands to get attention and silence the student.

"That's all for today. Remember to practice every day.” Yoongi said that caused you to stand up and leave his apartment as quickly as possible, not wanting to meet the blonde’s gaze.

"Oh c'mon Y/N! You are doing so well! You can't quit just because of him! Yoongi is a good teacher, believe me. He's a little bit austere... I would say. But after all, he's definitely not a dickhead but a kindhearted man that is just introverted..."

"What the fuck, Iryda? He's always so mean to me! I can't take it anymore!" you yelled, slightly resentful. You two were sitting in your common living room, your best friend wrapped around thick blankets looking like a burrito as she was trying to convince you that Yoongi wasn't bad at all.

The urge of going back and slapping the man was growing inside of you with every minute but you decided to stay at home and try to get over it.

The girl looked up at you, smiling softly. Her features were emphasized by a sunlight that was coming through the window.

"Hey, Y/N. You’ve always wanted to be a painter, right? You are doing such a great job, I can see improvements day by day. Yoongi is my friend, we work together and I know him well. You can't just leave him like that." she said and you snorted before glancing at your painting that was waiting for you in the corner. Unfinished.

"It has been your 7th class so far. You are getting better. And just because he's strict doesn't mean that he hates you. He sees your potential. That's all." your best friend stood up, hugging you from behind, her chin resting on your tensed shoulder as she whispered.

"And by the way, your stone doesn't look like a shit. Just add more shadow to receive a cohesive look and it's going to be great."

Iryda was painter too. Her hands could create work of art, straight from heaven, so beautiful and nostalgic. She was into portraits - walls of your apartment were covered with paintings of random people, their faces painted with such a remarkable precision. If you got closer, you could see millions strands of hair, wrinkles and the texture of the skin that looked so real. Those strangers were showing particular emotions - rage, sadness, happiness, desire ... you loved them and you had never complained about the number of paintings that was increasing every month.

Of course, you were jealous. Iryda and Yoongi were doing things that they loved while you had chosen safer way by going to university. You liked psychology but... art had been always your first love.

You didn't have a talent, but you were too desperate to just give up and accept the fact. After all, only hard work was the key to success.

So, you decided to work even harder to show Yoongi that you weren't lazy at all. Even if Iryda assured you that the man liked you, you still couldn't get over his hurtful words that had been rumbling in your head since the last lesson. There was a sting in your heart and bitterness that devoured your mind because you wanted to impress him and he was just being an arrogant asshole.

Wrrr

You painted whenever you had time. It was kind of hard to combine your hobby with studying, but you managed to spare few hours for painting every day, even if sometimes you were literally dying from tiredness, in front of your canvas. At the end of a week, you finished two works (one including that stone). You were really proud of yourself, seeing clear improvements. Of course, it wasn't as good as Yoongi's ones and you weren't next Van Gogh but both images were just simply okay.

Tomorrow was the next lesson of your art course. You were slightly excited, sitting in your room at 2 am and preparing a gift for Yoongi. A very special one.

No matter how many times you had called him a dick, asshole or the like you still liked him. Somehow. The blonde had that sparkle in his eyes and you just couldn't help but think about him more and more, even if you didn't want to, your brain always remanding you about unwanted consequences of falling for the man. You decided to give him one of your paintings, to show that you are more than just a silly girl.

You painted irises. Thousands blue flowers scattered on a field that were looking like a huge carpet, freshly cut grass being an intense deep green stain that contrasted with nostalgic blooms and sky which was light and soft. Thick clouds resembled candy floss and you added few butterflies to receive a nice, fresh, rural look. You didn't forget about details like golden dots on a flowers' petals which looked like a rich loom or shadows and intensity of colors. The painting looked real and you couldn't wait to give it to Yoongi.

"Woah, it's so beautiful." you heard Iryda's voice behind you and you turned to girl, smiling proudly. She was wearing satin pajamas, her long hair cascading down the chest.

"Ahh, thanks. I tried very hard."

She came closer, with her lips open admiring your work, long fingers of the girl tracing lines of flowers in air.

"I love it. Will you hang it on the wall? It would look nice in the kitchen..."

"Sorry, but I'm giving it to Yoongi."

Iryda immediately turned to you, her facial expression showed surprise. She sat up, grabbing your hands.

"Oh my god, honey... I can't believe that you... finally understand that he isn't bad at all...I'm-"

"No, I still think that he's a jackass. I just wanna give him my painting to show that I can paint too. Maybe he will finally fuck off."

You didn't mean everything that you had said but you didn't want to chuck in the towel as well, so you decided to be stubborn bitch like always. His words hurt, but you wanted him to see you, pay attention to you and just be near you.

"Okay, just don't kill him." Iryda sighed, before she kissed your forehead and left the room.

You cocked your head to the painting and smiled softly at the thought of tomorrow's lesson. Tingles of excitements washed over you and you knew, that you won't get any sleep that night.

Drops of rain were bouncing off your black umbrella as you were heading to Yoongi's apartment, hurriedly trotting down the empty street. You kept tightly your paintings that were in a big folder which was even covered with your scarf, scared that the rain could damage it. Puffs were coming out of your mouth and your hair was a big mess but you didn't care. After several minutes, you found yourself in Yoongi's apartment, panting like a dog. You had expected other students but the place was completely empty, only soft music playing in the distance. Were you late?

Carefully, you placed the folder on the floor, before looking at your watch - 4:01 pm. You weren't late at all, so where were others? Where was Yoongi?

You sighed; maybe the lesson had been canceled before you came? Then, why had no one called you?

Ugh, selfish dickheads. you thought.

You sat down, deciding to wait few minutes. The room seemed to be intact - the floor was clear without any paint stains and fresh canvases were still waiting for students in the corner. There was no chemical smell that was usually filling the air, but cherry, intense scent that surprised you a little bit. Yoongi's workplace was tidy and neat too, his brushes and colors mixing pallets were clean, laying on his small table that also looked like a new one.

Without those paint stains, dirt and chemical smell the room didn't have this special aura that you loved. Everything was so... insipid and boring.

"What are you doing here, brat?" you suddenly heard raspy voice, coming from behind. The harsh tone made your back straighten and you turned to the man, already knowing that it was Yoongi.

He was wearing tight, black shirt that emphasized his muscles and pants in the same colour. His jaw was clenched and the man gave you stern look as he approached to you.

"Week ago, I said that today's class is canceled. Didn't you listen to me?" the blonde said and you just shrugged, trying to not look nervous (even if you were a total mess inside).

Yoongi inhaled harshly and the blonde seemed to be angry at you. He was about to explode.

"Aish you are so stupid! Go away!”

The man went to his workplace and sat down. He turned the music up before started mixing few colors with each other, humming as if he was alone.

Your cheeks became red and you had never been this mad in your whole life. How could he just ignore you while you were still there, sitting like an idiot? You wanted to punch him, scream at him, destroy all his paintings and bury him alive. This fucker was treating you like a shit!

The blood was pumping in your veins like a crazy and you didn't hear anything but your own heartbeat. You clenched your fists, knuckles turning white as you approached to the random vase and threw it straight at the wall, making Yoongi slightly jump.

"What the-"

"Can you do me a favor and stop being an asshole? I've been trying so hard to impress you since the first fucking class but you are always so mean to me. What did I do? Why do you hate me so much?!" you screamed, tears blurring your vision.

"And stop ignoring me, y-you, you.. wrr!"

Yoongi seemed totally unaffected by your words, his cold eyes locked with your puffy face.

You grabbed your folder, pulling out your painting and showing to Yoongi.

"I wanted to give you a gift... and show that I can do something more than just fuck around. You don't like it, do you? I don't care anymore. Here..." you placed it on the man's table with a crooked smile.

"You can shove it up your ass." you drawled out, before grabbing your things and leaving the place.

"Son of a gun."

"Oh my lord, ..." Iryda said as she heard about your 'little accident' that had happened at Yoongi's apartment. She gave you a cup of tea, still listening you with astonishment, occasionally putting her hands on top of yours, hoping that it will calm you. However, you were like an active volcano- still angry and ready to explode again.

"It was his favorite vase..." your friend mumbled but you just shrugged, sipping the hot drink.

"I don't fucking care."

Iryda leaned back in chair, looking at you with a fatigue in her eyes.

"So you won't attend next class?"

"Nope, I don't want to see that asshole again."

"Ehh, sometimes you're impossible."

She shook his head before starting washing dishes and you felt slightly guilty for making her upset. But after all... it was Yoongi's fault. You just made a little mess there, nothing more.

"I'm going to my parents for few days..."she said.

"I hope you will feel better when I come back.”

The next few days were boring, you missed Iryda and her presence, especially during that 'hard' time when you were at a loss. You were debating if you should apologize to Yoongi or maybe still hold grudges and not concede. The blonde probably hated you even more so you decided (after hours of thinking) that you will just try to forget about the whole thing and busy yourself with work.

You sat down on your bed, tired after cleaning your always messy room. There was so many new paintings but too little space to keep them in one corner so you decided to organize things that were unnecessarily taking up space. You hung them on your walls, mounting in nice frames that matched with the style of your room. Everything looked nice and aesthetically pleasing - you felt refreshed as well, heaviness finally had left your chest.

Pulling out the cigarette, you lit it, smoke filling your nostrils. You breathed out, eyes closed as your face was bathed in an intense orange glow of a sunset that was coming through the window. You could hear the distant sounds of your city and you hummed, delighted by the calm moment.

After several minutes, you got closer to one of your painting, being proud of your work. It presented narcissi (because you were pretty into flowers), the white field meeting with a purple sky on the horizon. Among blossoms there was a man that was picking them up, his bare arms shiny with sweat. He looked distressed and pensive, as if he was lost in that field. You were in love with the sky - such a nostalgic blur of pink, baby blue mixed with deep purple

The next painting showed two sisters. The one on the left side had dark, thick hair and alabaster skin. Her eyes were black like charcoal, staring intensely at you, there was a burning jealousy in them. The girl had strong facial features as if they were carved out of marble, her lips pursed into thin line. However, she was beautiful - hypnotizing and mystery you could say.

Her sister looked like nymph - violet eyes, platinum, shining hair that was braided and slightly flushed skin. She was smiling softly like a pure, innocent angel, the whole posture of a girl was bright and fresh. The blonde looked nostalgic yet romantic as she was in love, infatuated with stranger that was standing in front of her.

The girls were surrounded by raspberry bushes, deeply red fruits resembling blood stains.

You loved the contrast between two girls and mysterious atmosphere which was filling the space. There was something unnatural in that painting that caused you to not throw it and proudly hang it on your wall.

You almost came closer to the next piece of work but all of a sudden you heard doorbell, loud sound reverberated in your apartment. Unexpected guest? Maybe it was Iryda?

The stranger started knocking so you went to your door, opening it with a hint of hesitation. Surprisingly, you saw... Yoongi.

The blonde was nonchalantly standing on the doorstep, his eyes boringly looking at you. Yoongi was wearing white loose t-shirt, black and black, skinny jeans. His bright hair were messy but you found them cute.

"What do you want?" you said coldly, dragging cigarette. Yoongi snorted as if tone of your voice amused him.

"I need to talk to Iryda. Is she here? It's important." he said but you just shook your head, blowing smoke at Yoongi that caused him to frown.

"You are behaving like a bitch. What did I even do to you?"

"What did you just call me?!"

"Y/N I don't want to argue here, is Iryda here?”

“No, she will be back in few days.”

“May I come in?”

You bit your bottom lip, thinking; that was probably something important since Yoongi visited your apartment rarely, usually when you were out. You didn't want to see him but you didn't want Iryda to be mad as well. So, you decided to lean back and mumble quiet -

"Yeah.”

Yoongi sent you a boyish smirk before he entered your apartment, strong cologne filled your nostrils as the blonde crossed threshold.

You followed the man, watching him admiring new works that were hanging on walls. His plump lips were slightly open, eyes scanning every painting with a passion and delight.

"Iryda is so talented..." he whispered and you hummed in response, coming closer to Yoongi, even if your mind was screaming to go back to your safe zone.

"I know right? I love her style. It's so unique and gorgeous. You want to stare at her paintings all day and night and still be not over them. They are just so... beautiful."

Yoongi nodded, his arm brushing against yours, slight touch setting your skin on fire.

Every hair rose and the silence had never been that loud.

"I'm sorry. For words that I said and for things that I did." the words slipped out from your mouth uncontrollably and immediately your cheeks flamed in shame. Your body frizzed and you even thought that maybe you just imagine it but then Yoongi cocked his head, staring at you with a calm facial expression.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too. I was an asshole." he said.

You decided to stub out the cigarette, pressing the tip against the ashtray and watching the rising smoke.

"But you weren't an angel too. You broke my favorite vase."

You snorted and after you had gotten enough guts up, you turned to the boy, meeting with his warm smile that you had never seen before.

"I can buy you a new one. Or do whatever you want."

Okay, the last sentence was kind of risky.

The man laughed dryly.

"Really? Everything?"

"I mean... yeah I guess."

Yoongi brushed away messy strands of his light hair, thinking.

"Everything... hmm, okay. Kiss me and we're okay, sweetheart."

You opened your mouth, shocked by his choice, flames igniting inside of you.

"W-what? No, no! I didn't mean everything like kissing or the like!" you protested but the man shook his head, smiling widely.

"You said: everything. That includes kissing too."

Your heart started beating like a mad; you had always wanted to kiss the man. There was no return then and you didn't have a choice.

"Okay, but don't think that something other will happen uhm between us."

"We will see baby." he sent you a devilish smirk and you groaned, already annoyed by his behavior. However, you felt kind of hot and bothered even if you didn't want to admit it. Yoongi looked incredibly sexy and you tried your best to not stare at his bare collarbones.

After few minutes of silence, you slowly got closer to Yoongi, his hot breath ghosting over your skin. The man was looking at you with a burning desire in his dark eyes. You were about to faint, so close to the blonde that there was no space between you two, his chest touching yours. Growing tension in the room was palpable and the atmosphere became stifling and hot as if there was no air.

Your lips brushed against his moist ones, your movements timid. Yoongi's hand touched your waist, pulling your body to him even more, his tongue starting to explore your mouth.

Yoongi tasted like cherries mixed with some forest fruits, the flavor very sweet, resembling candies. It was almost exaggerated but you liked it anyway, still wanting more. Your fingers sank into his soft blonde lock as you deepened the kiss, Yoongi smirking in response.

The man bit your bottom lip and you whimpered at the slight pain. However, he quickly closed the wound with his wet tongue.

The kiss wasn't enough so you started moving your hips, brushing against his length that started erecting, interested.

"Oh, you little bastard." he laughed dryly at your movements, his mouth travelling down to your artery that was pulsing fast beneath his pink lips. The man started licking your skin then sucking it harshly to create blooming flowers that will cover your neck and show others that you were his. You moaned at the feeling, your nails scratching Yoongi's scalp.

"What about our promise, huh?" you said hoarsely and the man snorted, his hand cupping your breast.

"You don't seem to not enjoy it, am I right or am I right?"

"Ha, you are right."

Yoongi started fondling your ass, while his hand squeezed your other breast, making you moan. He stopped for a moment just to take off his t-shirt, revealing shining with sweat chest, his muscles not exaggerated, just right. You couldn't help but touch his stomach, feeling those carved abs under your fingertips.

"You like it, huh?"

The man pulled off his pants as well and you licked lips at the glorious sight in front of you. You could see outlines of his erect dick and gosh, he seemed to be so big and hard. It made you even more wet.

Your fingers pulled at the waistband of Yoongi's boxers, lashes fluttered coquettishly.

"Someone's already horny." the blonde whispered, nibbling your earlobe. His hand grabbed yours before placing it on the shaft; he was hot, pulsing beneath your palm. You breathed out loudly and the blonde smirked, his tongue licking your collarbone.

"You know what to do, baby doll." his words were like a sharp knife cutting through you and you let out a whimper, needing to rub thighs against each other to get some friction, juices dripping down your legs. He lifted your skirt, fingers playing with your black panties to tease you a little bit. You let out a shameful moan and he smirked. He pressed his thumb on your clitoris, making you tremble, knots tightening in your abdomen. After a while the man slipped your panties off, feeling your wetness coating his fingers that were dancing between your folds.

"C'mon, don't be shy. Play with daddy's cock."

you gulped at his words. The man looked so dominant then that you couldn't just say no.

You gave his dick a light squeeze- not sure if he liked it or not. However, Yoongi immediately groaned after your hesitant movement, his hand grasped your neck, tightening the grip.

"Tighter." he growled, his raspy voice sending tingles to your pussy that was still teased by his fingers.

You did as he told you, slowly starting massaging his dick through the fabric. You earned a low groan and the pre-cum that soaked boxers covered your fingers. It was sticky and warm; you started pumping the length even faster, the man growling like a wolf at time to time, his teeth sinking in your soft skin.

Yoongi pushed his two fingers in your entrance, warmth welcoming his digits as he started stretching you out, sometimes "accidentally" brushing against your spongy g-spot. He scissored them inside of you, giving you even more pleasure. His thumb was doing lazy circles on your clit, pressing it down at time to time and you felt your orgasm coming, familiar flames licking your abdomen, making you squirm.

Yoongi let out a deep groan as he reached his own peak, his hot cum dirtying your fingers but you didn't mind, proud of yourself that you made your art teacher climax. You could see trickles of sweat running down his temples and fatigue in his eyes as he lifted his face to kiss you passionately.

He muffled your moans as you came, wetness splashing out on his hand. Your pussy clenched around his digits, desperately wanting to keep them in and not lose the feeling of fluffiness. Waves of pleasure washed over you and you didn't feel anything but an ecstasy that like a whip lashed your body and left you breathless.

"Oh my lord..." you breathed out, brushing away messy strands of your hair. Yoongi cupped your cheeks before violently crashing his lips into yours and you grabbed his arm, scared of falling down on the floor. His hands were all over your body - gripping your breasts, squeezing your thighs, playing with your ass... He was so hungry and nothing was enough - he wanted more, more, more

"I want to fuck you so hard, Y/N. I can't wait anymore." the blonde whispered, staring intensely at you, like a lion watching his prey.

Instead of responding you gave him a quick peck before grabbing his hand and running to your bedroom.

As you turned to the man, he immediately yanked off your t-shirt, throwing the cloth on the floor. The blonde quickly unclasped your bra (with your little help), immediately kissing your bare skin. His tongue swirled around your hardening nipple and you let out a moan at the feeling.

"Yoongi..." you whimpered and the man smirked, kissing your abdomen. He crouched as he slowly took off your skirt, finally seeing you completely naked.

"Goddess." he murmured with his eyes closed. The man's fingers danced up and down your thighs as his lips were brushing against your hip.

You groaned, starting to get impatient.

"Don't be cheesy and fuck me already." you said, laying on the bed. Yoongi snorted; the man shook his head but didn't say anything. He kissed your knee, spreading your legs, the man breathing out at the sight of your wet pussy, your folds already swollen after your first orgasm that night. The blonde wanted to lick you, taste those leaked juices that seemed to be delicious. However, he decided to just fuck you properly and wait for the next opportunity of eating you out.

You pulled out a condom and give it to Yoongi that smirked suggestively at the shining wrapper.

"What? Don't you know "Wrap it before you tap it" ?" you said and Yoongi burst into laughter while putting on a condom.

"Yeah, I know. Safety first."

Yoongi leaned down, his hands sinking into soft mattress. His warm tip brushed against your sensitive entrance and you tried your best to not moan again.

"Ahh, babe you feel so fucking good around me." he whispered, pushing into you, his limbs shaking. At the beginning the stretch was kind of uncomfortable but you quickly got used to it. He was big and hard, you could feel him pulsing as he was about to explode again. Your tight walls were embracing Yoongi's length deliciously, his cock brushing against your delicate area.

The blonde bit your earlobe as he started pumping harder, letting out a low grunts with every powerful thrust. The sound of a skin against the skin mixed with your own moans filled the room, Yoongi's heavy breathing ghosting over your neck. You brought your hands to his back, running your fingers down either side of the man's back, feeling tensed muscles. You sank your nails in the soft skin of the blonde to give yourself some support as Yoongi thrusted almost violently, trying to reach his own peak desperately.

"Oh god..." he groaned, grabbing your leg and lifting it up so he could thrust even deeply. The blonde attached his lips to your neck, sucking harshly and he felt your hips jerked, searching for your high.

Yoongi's hand travelled down to flick your bud between his fingers and you cried out, hot tears running down your cheeks. It was too much, you couldn't feel anything but the painful pleasure. Your toes curled and your thighs were trembling as your orgasm was getting closer, setting you on fire.

"Yoongi!" you screamed, every muscle tensing up as you came. Yoongi followed you, climaxing right after you with a low grunt. The blonde's weight dropped onto you, but you were too tired to complain, slightly scratching his scalp. The silence filled the space and the last thing that you remembered was Yoongi's calm breathing which lulled you to sleep.

"Good Morning, beautiful." you heard a deep voice purring next to your ear that immediately woke you up. As you opened your puffy eyes, you saw Yoongi smiling brightly, his hand cupping your cheek lovingly. His hair was wet and the man was wearing one of your jumpers that looked very cute on him.

"I made a breakfast for you." he said and you propped yourself on elbows to see pancakes and croissants with raspberries placed on tray.

"Thank you." you gave him a quick peck, fingers interlacing with his. You still couldn't believe that actual Min Yoongi was sitting next to you, wearing your clothes and smiling like an angel. Maybe that was just a silly dream?

As you started eating breakfast, the blonde cleared his throat, before speaking. His cheeks slightly flushed.

“Your paintings are amazing, I love all of them. They are very beautiful and mystic. I thought that they belong to Iryda but then I saw your signature in corner. I was surprised, but now I'm just so fucking happy that you do what you love, even if I told you that it's not for you. I'm sorry." he said but you just shook your head.

"Nah, it's okay. I forgive you."

The blonde suddenly stood up, grabbing his folder. He pulled out your work, smiling softly. Your eyes widened, your jaw dropped.

"I think you forgot something. I want it to be here, it's yours after all."

It was your painting of Irises.

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