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I Want You to Stay (13) | JJK
Pairing:Â Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels; angst, drama, fluff, smut
Chapter Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption; arts, business/property devt, and book publishing talk thatâs probably inaccurate; mentions of injury, trauma; family drama; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; they're still idiots;  explicit sexual content (making out, oral (m & f receiving), body praise, mutual masturbation, protected sex)  (18+)
Chapter Word count:Â 29k
Series Masterlist
Status:Â Ongoing
Series summary: Working for Jungkook isnât the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesnât smile, he doesnât appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesnât help that heâs incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. Youâve dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
Playlist đś: on the way home
A/N: It's here! This is a long one so I hope you enjoy and savour it all. We're close to the end! So thank you so much for all the support and love for this story đ¤đ¤
And as always, my biggest thanks to @wonwoonlight đĽ°
You take up Yoongiâs offer of a listening ear on Saturday, the day after your last day at the company. You spent last night wallowing in sadness over not being able to see Jungkook during your farewell dinner and in regret for not telling him what you wanted to say - that you were thankful, that you wished the Arts Center would be everything he imagined it would be, and that hopefully, youâll see him again.Â
Maybe if he showed up, you wouldâve said more - that youâre terrified of everything he makes you feel, that youâre too burdened by your past, and that you want him even if you donât know if youâre ready to be with him.
You spent much of today convincing yourself that it was better that you didnât see him, even if you kept imagining his shy smile and the feel of his lips against yours, and then you got frustrated all over again.Â
With all thatâs going on in your head, you figured that spending dinner on your own today would make you feel more sorry for yourself, so youâre currently seated in front of Yoongi with your wonton soup barely touched while heâs just slurped the remaining noodles of his.Â
âYour soupâs getting cold,â he nudges your foot as you mindlessly gaze at your bowl. âItâs not gonna eat itself.â
âApparently, I donât eat much when Iâm sad,â you sigh, turning to him.Â
âWell, that sucks. Itâs really good soup,â he hums.Â
Yoongi looks at you patiently just as he has for the past half hour. You told him you wanted to eat out, and he agreed immediately, even offering to drive you home after. But you havenât said much since you arrived at the restaurant and he hasnât forced you to say anything either.
âIâm sorry for not being a fun dinner partner tonight,â you say.Â
âItâs okay. When I told you the other week to call me if you wanted to talk, I didnât expect you to actually talk,â he chuckles. âI know sometimes you just need someone to be with. And thereâs nothing wrong with that. You donât have to say anything if you donât want to.â
âItâs not that I donât want to. Like I said, itâs complicated,â you reply. âI can't even figure myself out.â
âItâs only complicated if you make it,â he counters. âHuman beings are complex, yes. But feelings of desire arenât. Theyâre quite straightforward. You want something and that should tell you everything. Itâs pride and fear that complicate things. If you set those aside, then youâll be able to figure out what you really feel.â
âWhat if they contradict each other?â
âThe push and pull isnât always equal though. One overpowers the other in some way. So youâre either more happy about leaving or more sad about it. And then ask yourself why.â
âIâm sad about leaving Jungkook,â you admit. âI donât regret my decision but it doesnât make me happy right now.â
âAnd why doesnât it make you happy?â
âBecause it hurt him. And then it hurt me.â
âWhy did it hurt the both of you?â
âI donât know about him,â you pout.
âThen what about you? Why did it hurt you?â
âBecause he kept his distance - he replaced me, shut me out. And then he didnât show up to my farewell dinner.â
âSo whatâs painful about that?â Yoongi pushes, wanting to help you make sense of things.
âBecause I want him close to me,â you say quietly, letting the words sink in. Youâve always known this, but saying it to someone else somehow makes it feel more real this time. âI want him⌠with me.â
âTold you it was simple,â Yoongi shrugs.
âBut it isnât,â you argue.
Yoongi is a straightforward man, and you suppose the only way for him to understand is for you to tell him the truth, so thatâs what you do.Â
You tell him about your ties to the Jeon family, why you stayed in the company for as long as you did, all the attempts at leaving, and the plan of doing so after the Arts Center opening. You share about your life in the process - your childhood of staying at the library and your coping mechanisms, your life in Busan, going back to Daegu then leaving for Seoul, working to repay a debt, and then losing yourself because of it. You talk about the closeness you developed with Jungkook, all the times that he was there for you, the kiss and the aftermath, why you pushed him away and why you also feel bad about how he reacted. You say a bit about the things that scare you - getting hurt being one of them - and why staying for Jungkook would be difficult, and why leaving him would be the same.Â
Yoongi looks at you earnestly. Heâs always known about you being guarded, keeping parts of yourself that you donât really share with others. This is the farthest youâve let him into your world, and he sees so much of Jungkook in you. Thereâs that fear of not being wanted but also of being wanted; youâre scared of not being enough to be loved but also of not loving the other person enough. Youâre unable to express how you feel because you donât know if the person will respond with the same vulnerability and honesty, and you donât like baring yourself with no one there to tell you itâs alright. Â
All of it feels like how his friend is. Heâs seen it since the moment Jungkook stepped foot into the office a year ago; heâs seen it everytime Jungkook disengages from you or gets mad at you; heâs seen it even when youâve started to become comfortable with each other, and Yoongi has seen it these past weeks of Jungkook dealing with your departure, especially recently.Â
âSo after all that, you mean to tell me that you didnât actually tell him how you feel?â Yoongi points out. âThat he just overheard you say that you like him but you didnât actually tell him? Not your feelings nor your fears, not your contradicting emotions, nor the fact that you want to be with him? Because Iâm hearing you, ___. And all I hear is that youâve found someone youâre willing to give your heart to but youâre too afraid to do anything about it. Even after heâs told you how he feels, because you donât think that he would be open and honest enough to you to mean them.â
You let out a breath and pout, Yoongiâs words making it seem simpler than it actually is. In hindsight, maybe it is, because after everything that you shared, the first thing he points out is how, despite the obvious reciprocated feelings, youâre the one whoâs afraid to give in.
âYou talked about how Jungkook made you feel braver during the times you were scared and alone and hurt,â Yoongi says, seething at your experiences that made you look towards Jungkook for strength. âWhy canât you be brave enough for him? I mean, I get it that you want to leave the company, no one questions why you would. He did but heâs accepted it because he understands, but why do you have to let him go? Is it just because of the ties to his family? Or is it because youâre afraid of what he feels for you that isnât tied to you being his assistant?â
His last question causes your face to fall, and Yoongi knows heâs hit a nerve.
âYouâve been living your life trying to prove that youâre more than your past, that youâre capable and that you deserve all that you have now,â he adds. âThis job was your life. You told me before that you donât know if youâd like yourself outside of it, and maybe youâre thinking that Jungkook wouldnât, either.â
âI⌠donât think Iâm that great, Yoongi,â you confess. âI mean, just think about what the guys I dated said about me.â
âThose donât count because theyâre absolute jerks.â
âEven then, I⌠Iâm terrible at a lot of things. I pull away, I get scared, I⌠I donât know how to be someoneâs anything. I donât know if I want to be. I donât know if I can, or what that even means,â you stammer. âFor a second there, I let my guard down for Jungkook andââ
âHe did the same and that terrifies you,â Yoongi finishes. âBeing wanted back terrifies you. Itâs why you feel confused and conflicted, ___. You have the chance to have something youâve been yearning for andââ
âIâm scared Iâd lose it,â you interject. âAnd I wonât if I donât have it. Iâm scared of heartbreak, Yoongi. I gave in when it came to Jungkook but I saw the possibilities with him and heartbreak was one of them. This is why I donât give in to anything. I mean, itâs why I didnât give in to you. I⌠I was scared weâd hurt each other and that Iâd lose you and⌠Iâm sorry Iâm bringing this up now.â
âItâs good that you are,â he assures you. âBecause do you see the difference? You didnât give in to me but you did to him. You never know if the person is worth the pain until itâs there but you at least know that heâs worth a try. I wasnât, and I donât take offense, but thatâs the point. Heâs the guy you try for, ___. Heâs the one you climb out your walls for. So donât cower inside. Be brave for him this time.â
Itâs a while before youâre able to say anything. The background chatter in the noodle house fades away in your mind as you take in Yoongiâs words. And heâs not wrong.Â
You never told Jungkook what you felt; you didnât know how to. You kissed him to express that, but you pushed him away just as quickly, but you never got to say anything else, especially after. And now youâre left to wonder - what was the fear really about? And what was the need to let go of him because of it?
Youâre scared of a lot of things; youâre scared of every single thing you want to have. You learned some time ago that Jungkook was the same, but you think that youâre probably more terrified than he is.Â
Youâre a walking contradiction, too - you want to cut ties with him because it reminds you of a past you donât want to be defined by, but in doing so, youâre cutting yourself off as what you started as - his assistant, and youâre scared to be anything else but that. You were good at it - you were competent, capable; you managed his life and the team well. But being with him means you have to be someone else for him - his partner, his companion, his lover, and you donât know how to be those things for him. You donât know if youâd like yourself, and so you donât know if heâd like you if you tried. And that scares you.
But like Yoongi said, you thought Jungkook was at least worth it; you wouldnât have kissed him if you didnât, even if you thought it was a moment of weakness. You just have to follow through with that belief this time, and be brave enough to not just want him because you do; you have to be brave enough to let him want you back. You have to be brave enough to believe that heâll stay.Â
âHow⌠how do I do that? How do you become brave for someone?â You finally ask.Â
Yoongi relaxes in his seat, his eyes the most comforting theyâve ever been.Â
âYou just tell them how you feel,â he says. âYou face it head on because you know that thereâs something more important than a possible heartbreak, and thatâs losing on the possibility of happiness with them.â
You let out a breath. You know Yoongiâs right. Youâd said that you want to know how itâs like to be truly happy with Jungkook, and itâs this paralyzing fear and stubbornness thatâs keeping you from finding out. But you suppose that when youâve gotten used to keeping a lot of things in, just telling someone how you feel isnât that easy.
âItâs hard for you, I know,â he continues, reading your mind. âBut how would you learn what your heart is capable of if you donât follow it?â
âThen youâll just risk it getting broken,â you argue.
âYou do,â he hums. âHearts break. But itâs not the only thing they do.â
The words are simple, just as the thought is. You almost feel embarrassed that Yoongi has to remind you of these things, about the inevitability of pain and loss and how it should be worth it in the end. But the fear comes from somewhere, from a heart thatâs close to your own that shattered so many times, you wondered at one point if it was still capable of loving.Â
âI told you that I never met my dad, right?â You share, willing to bare a bit more of yourself to him. âHe left before I was born because he wasnât ready. But mom⌠Mom loved him deeply. I found a photo of them under her pillow one time and I asked her about it, and she had me lay my head on her lap while she told me about him. I was around 6 years old and probably didnât understand much but I felt her tears drop on my cheek, and then everyday for weeks, Iâd hear her cry, all alone in her room. And somehow, she just cried harder every time I hugged her.â
You remember those days. You learned what it felt like to have your heart broken at that age, and it was because of seeing your mom try to smile through glassy eyes; it was hearing her tell you that she loved you, even if the other half of you was the reason why she was hurting in the first place.
âEventually a man came along and he made her laugh until he stopped,â you continue. âUntil all he could do was hurt her. And that⌠that felt worse. Sheâd just learned to share herself again but then he just broke her. And I⌠I felt that, too. I felt it every time she hugged me, kissed me, covered my ears to drown out his yelling⌠I felt it every time I had my head on her lap so I wouldnât see her break down.â
Your eyes wander into the streets outside, recalling those difficult years when your mother protected you, even as she was in pain herself.
âThey say that a parent feels the pain their child is feeling,â you say. âI guess itâs true for children, too. I felt her pain, I felt her heart break. Her heart was my heart. And I guess ever since then Iâve just been scared for it to happen to me, knowing how much it hurts. It took years before she could recover. That was hard, too.â
âHow long did it take her to give Min-woo a chance?â
âYears,â you shake your head. âShe was so cautious. But he stuck around, and she realized he was worth it all. And she gained two other daughters who adore her in the process.â
âHer heart was your heart,â Yoongi repeats your words. âAnd all she did was love. That means your heart is capable of just as much. Itâs just as strong, too.â
Youâve never thought about it that way. You've always believed that the one thing you took from your mother was her grace. Perhaps if you tried, youâd learn that you took her strength, too. Maybe her unyielding ability to care. Perhaps itâs her faith in what she was capable of no matter how broken she may be.Â
âI⌠I needed this,â you tell Yoongi, your eyes misty at his words. âItâs been hard understanding myself lately. And you, you just know me. You know what to say all the time.â
âItâs because I risked something, too, when I told you how I felt about you all those years ago,â he replies, the reminder of his unrequited feelings no longer awkward for either of you. âAnd at the end of it, I learned how I could care for you, and that I could care for you much better as a friend.â
âAnd well, youâve been an amazing one to me, especially this past year.â
âGood, so for my sake, especially since you and Jungkook give me so much headache,â Yoongi laughs, âremember everything I said, okay? Your heart is capable of so much. So please give it a try and follow it. I doubt it will be broken this time around.â
You spend the entirety of Sunday at home, cleaning up the place and tending to your growing collection of plants. It was a cool enough day for you to walk up the neighborhood to buy some things from the store, and as Yoongiâs words from the night before ring in your head, you find yourself hurting more at the absence of Jungkook in your life.Â
Thereâs a new recipe for fried rice that you saw online, and he was your first thought because you think heâd like it. You read an article about Lee Jaemin in the morning where she mentioned the Arts Center, and you wanted to share it with him and gush over her words. His favorite Japanese chef has opened a new restaurant in Insadong and you wonder if heâs already tried it. The playground at the park is closed because theyâre doing repairs after you told the council about how rusted the swings have become at Jungkookâs suggestion.Â
Theyâre little things, really, and you realize even more just how much of yourself youâve shared with him, and how much of himself heâs shared as well. Whatever lines that were drawn up due to your respective positions were crossed long ago, even before that kiss. It started when you both started to care for each other, and when you both started to wish for the otherâs happiness and healing. On your end, youâd hoped youâd be a part of that and that heâd be a part of yours. You donât think that has changed though.
There are still many things you want to share with him, you realize again, especially on that Monday afternoon when you find yourself at Rkive Publishing for your contract signing that has you looking at Namjoon in question.Â
âAre⌠are you sure?â you ask him, as you read through the document.Â
Heâd sent a version of this for your review a few days ago and youâd given your verbal confirmation. You expected to come today to just sign the contract, but he asked you to review it again since he made a few changes. The salary is one of them.Â
âAre you asking me if Iâm sure of offering you a higher compensation package?â Namjoon raises an eyebrow, clearly amused.Â
âY-yes?â You say. âI mean, not that I donât prefer it but⌠why?âÂ
You knew that working for a smaller organization, and for a publishing company at that, despite having a higher position and more responsibilities meant that your pay wouldnât be significantly different from what you were getting at the Jeon Corporation. Youâd accepted that, and it was something youâd talked about with Namjoon. But still, this little bit of increase is something you hadnât expected.
âWeâll, letâs just say that weâve had many applicants in the past who oversold themselves. You did the opposite,â he responds. âYou impressed me and the panel enough with your resume and interview and we thought you were a good fit but that recommendation letter from your companyâs President showed us just how qualified you were, and that thereâs so much potential there. I was also able to speak with your most recent boss.â
âVP Jeon?â
âYes, I was on a call with him last Friday. He elaborated on the strengths youâd mentioned and that Mr. Jung had noted,â Namjoon responds. âTheyâre top executives of a well-known company who have worked closely with you, who saw your growth, and can attest to your potential. Given all those qualities, we thought it was just fair that we increase your compensation. Weâve learned itâs important to trust and be committed to our staff, and this is how we show that.â
âThis⌠this is deeply appreciated,â you manage to say, not realizing just how valuable the references were. You check to see that your responsibilities didnât change much, so you know that this is really them, believing in your worth.
âWeâre looking to expand in the next few years and are working towards establishing our position in the industry,â he adds. âWe donât just need competent individuals - we need leaders, we need people of good character who can embody all the things that we stand for. Weâre trying to build something here and someone like you would be a wonderful asset. You can help us grow, ___. And I, well,â he continues, shyly smiling. âI just really wanted to make sure that we got a good start. Your role is critical. Itâs also one of the toughest ones out there and I wanna show you that we want you here. I mean, I was sure a lot of companies were trying to get you and weâd have to compete for you.â
âI was already convinced early on, Namjoon,â you assure him. âTo be honest, meeting you at the bookstore that day felt like some sign from the universe that it was time for me to carve my own path. I guess I didnât just need a new environment, I needed a blank slate, too, where I could start over and feel like I was really doing this for myself, that I wasnât trying to prove anything to anyone else, not even to me.â
âGlad I took a chance on talking to you, then, even if I sort of freaked you out,â he chuckles. âIâm still sorry about that.â
âIt was fine,â you laugh. âIn hindsight, Iâm also glad you did. I told you, it was a moment that stuck with me. Itâs what pushed me to learn about what youâre all doing here, to learn about you. I⌠I do well when Iâm surrounded by good people, by those who believe in their work, and those who believe in others. I know it wonât be easy but I already know Iâll thrive here. So thank you for giving me this chance, too.â
You and Namjoon talk some more and then lock in a date for your first day. You agree to start in three weeks - that gives you enough time to properly rest and mentally prepare yourself for this new phase. Youâll still be in a fast-paced and high-stress environment, but youâll control your time and directly manage a team. Everythingâs going to be new, and you want to be ready when it all happens, which is also why youâll be doing your onboarding a few days before.Â
âI wanted to give this to you,â he says, handing you a book as he walks you out the door. âI always give one to new staff as a form of welcome because books are our heart and soul, you know?â
âThis is lovely, Namjoon,â you smile at him. âThis will definitely be my companion for the next few weeks.â
âGood. Itâs always meaningful to have something tangible like this,â he smiles back.Â
Thereâs warmth in the way he does it, as if every time he talks about books, it elicits special memories. You think being around someone like that will be good for you, as you try to hold onto good memories yourself despite the sadness you still feel.
âI hope you like it,â he says before bidding you goodbye.Â
You walk through the neighborhood and picture yourself going through this route everyday. Itâs definitely nothing like the busy streets that youâre used to. There are more trees and quaint cafes and boutique stores here, and even just this change is already making you feel lighter; you can imagine getting over your stress with surroundings like this. You suppose thatâs how Namjoon remains as calm and hopeful as he is despite his responsibilities - thereâs so much energy you get just being outdoors, and itâs something you decide youâll do today.Â
You have all the time in the world now, so you grab coffee then head to a park to enjoy the early summer cool air.Â
The book that Namjoon gave you is a novel published five years ago about a woman who quit her job in search of herself. You donât think itâs a coincidence, as in such a short time, you've come to know him as a thoughtful man whoâs very assuring, and you suppose this is his way of telling you that everything will be okay as you take on this new journey alongside him. The bright color palette of the design seems to reflect the hopeful subject of the book, and right as youâre about to start reading, the sound of children laughing catches your attention.
Thereâs a playground nearby, and your mind immediately goes to Jungkook. Thereâs an image of him looking happy and safe in a place that made him feel those things that you keep in your heart. You donât know how he looks like as a child but you can somehow imagine a little boy riding the swing and coming down the slide with the softest smile and thinking that he can do and be anything he wants, that he feels capable enough for it, and that heâs able to share that joy with whoever whoâs with him.
You think about earlier when Namjoon was talking about your capabilities and how you were able to see yourself the way Jungkook and Hoseok see you as a professional. You think about how it felt being supported that way, how their trust and confidence in you made you trust and be confident in yourself, too. Thereâs this pride you feel at being able to make that much of an impression on your new boss early on and thereâs no stress, thereâs no pressure.Â
Sure, you want to show that all those arenât empty words, but thereâs no urge to prove yourself that you earned your spot unlike how youâve been these past nine years. Thereâs just this desire to live - work is a part of it but so is reading stories, meeting people and learning about them, walking through quiet streets and appreciating the sunlight peeking through the trees. Thereâs this yearning to experience the day and not just survive it.Â
You look at the book in your hands and know that someday, youâll be holding one that you had a hand in creating. And it would be something that you poured your heart and soul into, one that you experienced in its entirety, and it would make you so happy knowing that you could touch it, that you can hear it, that you can see the story come to life in your mind.
You trace your fingers down the front cover and realize that this beautiful thing is tangible. And then you realize another thing - happiness is tangible, too. Youâd felt it, youâd heard it. Youâd seen it smile at you. Youâd felt its lips against yours, too, but then you pulled away and became too afraid to take it back. Happiness was so close - it breathed you in, it held you close; it wanted you, and you were too scared to let it stay.
You spent so many years chasing it. Youâd found it in your friends and your new family, but there was always something more that you wanted, one that you couldnât find. Until him. And youâre slowly learning just how painful it is to let it slip away.
Jungkook stays in your mind for the rest of the evening, and you find yourself wanting to share about your day.Â
You want to tell him that you felt a little shy when Namjoon was praising you but that you felt proud of yourself. And that you wanted to thank him.Â
You want to tell Jungkook that your new work environment is quite charming, that the surrounding areas are inspiring, and that you might just start spending time outdoors from now on. And that you wish you get to explore it with him.Â
You want to tell him that youâre excited to start your new job and that youâll maybe start reading books because youâll have a hand in creating the finished products. And that you want to share that with him, maybe make him read it, too.
You want to tell him that youâre sorry. That you shouldnât have doubted what he felt, that you should've stood by your feelings regardless and fought for them. You want to tell him that you donât regret quitting, but that you regret losing him in the process. That no matter how hard you try, heâs still the one you look for, the one you want to talk about your day with, the one you want to share your dream and hopes to.Â
Jungkook has made you feel free in a way that you hadnât before - an irony, considering that working for his family made you feel constricted, burdened, stagnant. But there are so many possibilities with him, so many reasons - to smile, to be brave, to hope, to yearn for more, to believe that you deserve good things that you can touch. And you want to know what those are like; you donât want to lose out on that chance and lose him completely.Â
Perhaps all you had to do was free your heart so it could feel what itâs supposed to. Like what Yoongi said, maybe you just had to follow it to know what it could do.Â
Itâs why on Thursday of that week, you find yourself inside his office with an envelope in hand, as you hope that actually freeing your heart and following it isnât too late.Â
You were scheduled to come today so you could get your final pay and sign some documents with HR. You arrived mid-morning and got to those right away. It didnât take long, which is why you were able to pass by Hoseokâs office to update him about your new job and thank him for the recommendation. You headed to the support teamâs office after, and they were quick to make lunch plans with you. Jungkookâs at the Arts Center, they said, so they can take their break in half an hour, but they canât be out long. There are lots of things they have to do with the opening happening on Friday of the next week.
Lucas told you that heâd found some of your supplies that youâd left and theyâre in a drawer in his desk, and you told him that you could get them yourself. They were easy to find, and you took the time to leave little notes for him in between folders and files; you figured that finding them on days when he doesnât expect them could give him encouragement somehow.Â
Jungkookâs door was slightly opened, and you took the chance to enter and take in a piece of him. The last time you were here, it felt like there was so much you still couldnât say, there were feelings you were too afraid to face and words you werenât sure he wanted to hear. Being back here, you feel a lot braver, and you know it matters that now, youâre trying to be brave for him.Â
You stand in front of his desk, almost cradling the letter youâd written last night. Youâve spent the past days outdoors, finding cafes and quaint spots in areas that youâve never explored before. Youâve been reading the book, too, and the more time you spent by yourself - not being tired, not being stressed, not feeling lost or burdened - the more you realized just how much youâve been missing and yearning for things. And that you deserved whatever it was you wanted, and that included Jungkook.Â
The life youâd started to live without him convinced you that the intimacy and connection youâve been desiring is something you can find with him. You want to know what thatâs like; you want to know how happy you could be with him, and youâll only know it if you express it to him this time. You owe it to him to do that; youâre scared that any more time apart will push both of you farther away, too far to pull the other back because the anchor wasnât set securely in the first place. You donât want him to be your what if; you donât want him to be your biggest regret.
Telling him how you felt was another thing, though, and writing a letter took you longer than expected. You donât know how heâll take it, but you could only hope heâll see your sincerity through it, and that heâll still want you, even if it took you quite a while to accept what he felt, too.
His desk isnât as organized as it usually is, but you place the envelope on top of a folder of blueprints that you know heâs going to get to soon. You know how he is - he always likes his things in their proper place. The center is the urgent pile so you know heâs gonna find this once he gets back and that maybe, heâll go to you right after, hopefully to tell you that he still wants you, that he still wants to be with you, and that like heâd asked before, youâll figure things out together.Â
Thereâs fear just as thereâs excitement. You hope at the end of all this, youâll find yourself in his arms - everything forgiven, with nothing but more good memories youâll create.Â
You head out to lunch with the team shortly after and hold off on asking how Jungkookâs doing or about the changes in the Arts Center. Everyone looks tired enough as it is and you donât want them thinking about work during their break, so you settle on talking about your new job and how excited you are. Theyâll be supporting the books, they say; you canât help but think again about how much you want to share them with Jungkook, too.Â
You spend the rest of the day at home, waiting for that phone call from him or perhaps, his knock on your door. Youâre unsure if heâll come today; you donât want to think that he wouldnât, even if he has reasons not to want to see you anymore after what youâve done.Â
But the hope lives, as you convince yourself in the evening that maybe he got back to the office late and hadnât seen your letter.Â
You do the same thing the next day - you stay at home, hesitant to leave in case he comes, and then tell yourself that thereâs a reason why he hasnât shown up at your door yet.Â
You do it again the day after, then the next, and then again.
The hope remained but it has now withered away. Itâs Tuesday afternoon, and he still hasnât come.
Jungkook sinks in the seat of his desk, breathing heavily as he tries to catch a break. Itâs not much, but itâs the only moment he has of complete silence where he forces himself to not do or think about anything. He gives himself only ten minutes each day for this, other than when heâs sleeping. He does it only between meetings or calls or visits to the Arts Center, which he fits all in one day.Â
Itâs only 2PM on Thursday but it might as well be late on a Friday evening. Heâs exhausted, as if he hasnât rested for days, as if he hasnât been sleeping properly, and as if he hasnât stopped working. And all of those are true.Â
Ever since heâd decided on making changes in the Arts Center, heâs been going nonstop. From drawing up the design, purchasing materials, to constructing the room, Jungkook has been doing it all, on top of managing the rest of the work being done. Heâs employed the help of Yoongi and a project manager to help him, but Jungkook has been the one making all the decisions, and that definitely didnât go well with his father.Â
He caught the ire of the old man right away, with the CEO scolding him for doing this weeks before the opening and for going over budget, which is why Jungkook stays in the Arts Center most of the day, going in the afternoon and then staying or returning at night, doing the manual labor himself so he doesnât have to pay more for the workers. He paints the walls as well as some of the furniture, and thatâs taken so much of him these past weeks, especially his time, time that heâd taken away from seeing you.Â
He wasnât really present during your last days at the company. He approved all your leaves and he was sincere about having you take them, but during the days when you were in the office, he was barely there. He was either physically at the Center or his mind was.Â
Other times, he was performing his executive functions, with Hoseok reminding him of his Vice President duties. Jungkook had neglected some of them, as evidenced by his messy desk thatâs giving him a headache. Heâs always been organized with his things but not recently, not when all heâs been doing is working himself to the bone like what heâs used to. But this has more at stake for him; this isnât just some structure or room heâs building. Itâs so much more.
One other thing heâs been doing is regretting that he wasnât there during your last day to bid you goodbye and to see you for the last time, it seemed like. He wished you well and thanked you, even if there was more he wanted to say. He knew he wouldnât be able to, and he wouldnât have handled lingering, too, if that would give you a chance to say something more to him that would make him express what heâs really feeling, and heâs scared that would push you further away.Â
He was never good at that. The one time he told you what he wanted and felt, things didnât go right - the timing was off, you doubted his sincerity, and there was so much you kept hidden from him. He hasnât known what to do nor say since then, which is why heâs doing what heâs doing for you. Itâs more than the words he doesnât know how to say; itâs something he wonât regret as it expresses everything thatâs been in his heart, and itâs lasting, itâs constant, itâs comforting; itâs everything he wants to be for you.Â
But then again, all this work kept him from seeing you for the last time, and itâs a reminder again of how heâs been living his life - diverting his attention to other things instead of facing whatâs important.Â
Thereâs not much he can do now, though. Everything has been completed. All the certifications have been secured, all the invitations are out, the promotion for the opening is all over social media, and the support team is on top of everything thatâll take place tomorrow. With the end of it just within reach, heâs able to take a breath, and itâs why heâs able to extend his short break to 15 minutes.Â
The Arts Center is being cleaned and security checked, so he has no choice but to stay away from it until it opens tomorrow. So right now, he has the time to work on his other responsibilities, such as draft plans for a project that Hoseokâs working on that heâd asked Jungkook to review.Â
âI had Lucas leave the blueprints on your desk last week,â the older man says over the phone after being asked if the files are still with him. âYou should see it right away. It was urgent so I told him to put it at the center.â
âWell, thatâs one of many thatâs apparently urgent,â Jungkook sighs as he sees the pile of documents in front of him. It seems like heâs neglected a lot of other things this past week. âWhen did you say you left them?â
âThursday morning,â Hoseok responds. âYou wouldâve seen them immediately.â
âI wouldâve⌠except I havenât really been at my desk in days.â
Which is the truth. Jungkook has been sitting on his desk only to go through his emails and then signing documents that Lucas gives him before heading to meetings and the Arts Center. Itâs been his schedule this entire week, which is why he hadnât seen the designs that Hoseokâs talking about. And as Jungkook goes through the pile - of memos for checking, of studies from Yoongi - he sees something else that makes his heart drop.
The last time he found an envelope on his desk with your handwriting on it, his world took a complete turn. He remembers reading that resignation letter and thinking that heâd really screwed things up, that life wasnât going to be the same without you next to him everyday, and that there was no way he could have you again after how things turned out.Â
He doesnât know what to expect with this, not when he hasnât seen you in days, and not when he doesnât know how youâre doing right now.
âKook?â Hoseok says on the other end after the prolonged silence. âAre you still there?â
âDid ___ come to the office this week?âÂ
âShe was here last Thursday. She signed some HR stuff and dropped by my room. Why?â
âShe⌠she left a letter on my desk.â
âOh⌠What does it say?â
âI⌠I havenât opened it. Iâm not sure Iâm ready to know whatâs inside,â Jungkook says, his hands trembling as he places it back down.
âIt could be many things but you wonât know unless you read it,â Hoseok responds. âBoth of you have been keeping your feelings to each other from each other, Kook. This⌠this might be something that changes that.â
âDid⌠did she say anything to you when she visited?â
âJust about her job. She seems content and excited. Whatever else she feels, Iâm pretty sure itâs in there. So read it, and donât worry about the designs. Those can wait.â
Jungkook drops the call, noting that heâll thank his cousin later on. This letter is the most important thing right now, even if heâs nervous about whatâs written on it.Â
He finally opens the envelope and the first thing he sees are pictures - one of an empty playground, and another one of you on the swing, smiling. Itâs been weeks without your smile, and remembering how much comfort itâs given him is what makes him calm down; itâs what makes him have the courage to read through the letter.
Jungkook,
I took the photo of the playground during my birthday trip using the gift you got me. We passed by a park on the way to one of the towns and we stayed there for a while. It was so beautiful, so peaceful. I felt a kind of comfort Iâve never felt before, and it made me think of how I feel when Iâm around you.Â
I was thinking of you, too, when Soomin took my photo. I seem to do that a lot, Iâve learned. I think of you and smile, and thereâs this unfamiliar feeling of joy. Thereâs this yearning to feel it everyday, and that scares me. We kissed and the desire for you scared me even more. So did the thought that I canât be what you need me to be despite what we feel, and that there's a possibility Iâd get hurt along the way.Â
But I learned that what scares me the most is losing you.
I donât regret leaving, but I regret how I did it, and Iâm so sorry for everything. I wish I got to tell you what I really felt, and I wish I realized much sooner that the happiness Iâve been looking for is one I can find with you.Â
Iâm scared of many things, Jungkook, but you make me braver. This is me being brave for you. Please come and find me. I hope itâs not too late.Â
XX
Jungkook reads the letter one more time. Itâs nothing like he imagined but everything he hoped. Youâve wanted him all this time; you still want him after everything. He senses the sadness and the hope in your words, and theyâre things he feels, too.Â
You want him to find you. And just like you, he hopes itâs not too late.Â
He rushes out of his room and instructs Lucas to cancel all his meetings for the day. Jungkook heads to the support teamâs office to tell Mr. Ri that thereâs somewhere important they need to go.Â
âWhere to?â The older man asks once they get inside the car.
â___âs place,â Jungkook pants. âGet there as fast as you can.â
Mr. Ri doesnât ask any more questions. He drives off and merely glances at the rear view mirror.Â
âWeâll get to her,â he says. âOne way or another, weâll get to her.â
Jungkook could only hope, but when he gets to your apartment and finds it empty, that hope slowly fades. Heâd call you but thatâs not how he wants to fix things, he thinks. Thatâs not how he wants to ask you to be with him. He probably wonât even be able to say what he really means. So he tries one more, knocking and calling out your name, but no one comes.
âSheâs not here,â someone calls out. âIs there anything I can help you with?â
Jungkook turns around and finds your elderly neighbor, a woman heâd seen that one day he visited you after you got injured. Youâve mentioned her a few times and how she sends over food on some nights and invites you for tea on some weekends. She looks kind and warm, and definitely curious.
âShe⌠she asked me to find her,â he says dejectedly. âBut I didnât know she wanted me to. I didnât see her letter right away and now⌠now itâs too late.â
âYouâre the man she was waiting for,â she hums, walking closer. âSheâs right, youâre very handsome.â
âShe⌠she talked about me?â
âA few times. I asked about how she got home when she hurt her ankle and she said you helped her,â the woman smiles. âI donât see anybody visit her other than her friends. And Iâve known her for years; I havenât seen any other man sheâs allowed in her home in all that time, nor has she talked about one. I knew then you meant a lot to her. But she said things were too complicated and that always held her back.â
âThat always held me back, too,â he responds. Heâd smile at the thought that youâve talked about him, but it doesnât change the fact that youâre gone. Thereâs a reason why you stopped waiting. âHas she been well?â
âShe has. She seems to have more life in her now. I always felt like her old job tired her out so much,â she says. âSheâs excited to start fresh, and Iâm proud of her. Oftentimes we stay in one place for too long and we just lose ourselves in it, you know? We lose sight of the things that make us happy and it was really brave of her to leave behind everything sheâs known.â
âIt was. I know that now,â Jungkook sighs. âDid she say if she found it? What makes her happy?â
âShe did. She said she found you.â
The words hit him, as he knows itâs the same for him. You may have found each other in the place youâve both been in for so long, but itâs losing each other that perhaps made you both realize what it was you couldnât live without. Letting each other go showed what happiness actually looked like, and that neither of you wanted to be without it anymore.
âI found her too late, I think.â
âThatâs for her to decide, though. You wonât know unless you look for her,â she hints.Â
âWhen did she leave?â
âTuesday afternoon. That was just two days ago. I doubt sheâs changed her mind,â she smiles again. âWell, Iâd love to stay here and chat but I have some grandchildren to pick up. And I believe you have someone to find.â
âI think I do,â he responds, the nervousness evident in his voice. âThank you, maâam.â
âYouâre welcome,â she hums. âGet to her, okay? She deserves someone who wonât give up on her.â
You donât, Jungkook agrees, as he nods in goodbye and heads back to the car. Thatâs not something he will do this time. All heâs done was let his fears and worries speak for him these past months and he doesnât want to do that anymore, not when thereâs more of you that heâll lose.Â
âSheâs not home,â Jungkook responds to Mr. Riâs questioning look. âI⌠I didnât get to her in time.â
âWhere to, then?â
Jungkook breaks as he imagines you in your apartment, waiting for him, wondering when heâd call or knock on your door. He canât imagine you still doing that after he made you wait, but the one thing heâll do this time is go to where you are and tell you everything he needs to.Â
After the heartbreak he caused, he assumes youâd go to either your family or your friends. He remembers the way youâd talked about your mom in the past, and how her comfort was always the one you sought.
âDo you mind driving to Daegu?â Jungkook asks.Â
âNot at all,â Mr. Ri smiles. âI figure sheâll be there, too.â
The long drive feels that much longer with Jungkook in the passenger seat, just looking out the window and watching the buildings and houses pass him by. He turns to the man next to him every once in a while, asking about how you were during your last weeks in the office.
âShe was trying her best, making sure she had everything organized. She spent a lot of time with the team, too, and I think that lessened her guilt, because she felt that,â Mr. Ri shares. âShe hated that she had to leave at this time, but I knew it meant a lot to her that she was finally doing it.â
Jungkook hums, thankful that the team assured you that it was all okay. But still, he wondered some more, and the look on his face is something that the older man reads.Â
âShe hated that she had to leave you, too,â Mr. Ri adds. âI think it mattered to her that she didnât feel tied to your family through you, even if she was always going to be. It mattered that she made that choice to leave you, that she came to terms with who she is and her past and decided that it didnât matter, that she still wanted you despite all of that.â
âYou sound hopeful,â Jungkook laughs dryly. âThat makes one of us.â
âYou can tell how much someone cares by how they hurt, Jungkook. And during her farewell dinner when you didnât show up, she⌠she was hurt,â Mr. Ri says. âI had to wipe her tears that night. I think thatâs also when she realized how much she really felt for you, when she saw what life could be like without you and knew it wouldnât make her happy.â
Knowing he made you cry again when he wasnât there on your last day frustrates Jungkook. He held himself back that time, thinking that a short goodbye would be better for both of you. Then he spent the rest of the day at the Arts Center and heâd completely forgotten about the dinner. In his mind, he already let you go; seeing you another time would pain him again. But thatâs what hurt you in return.Â
âWhy are you going after her now?â Mr. Ri bursts through his thoughts. âAfter all these weeks of avoiding her, of convincing yourself that letting her go was the right decision, why now?â
âIt hurts so much without her. I guess itâs how I know.â
The older man gives a satisfied smile. He always knew that only both of you could decide for yourselves when the pain was too much because only both of you would really know what to do about it. You've done your part and now itâs Jungkookâs turn.
They make it to your neighborhood in over three hours, with only one stop over at a service center. Itâs the house in the corner, Mr. Ri says, and realizing that youâre so close again, Jungkook starts getting anxious. He doesnât exactly know what to say. He supposes that coming out here to see you on a work day is enough of a statement, and maybe youâll both just take it from there.
The car stops and he looks at the man to his left, as if pleading to take the lead for now.Â
âAish,â Mr. Ri huffs. âAre you really gonna make me ring the doorbell and ask for her after driving you all the way here?â
âYes,â Jungkook pouts. âI⌠I donât know what to say. What if she doesnât wanna see me because I made her wait too long? What if sheâs angry? What if she realized while waiting for me that she made a mistake?â
âOver three hours sitting in the car and thatâs what you came up with? That sheâs angry?â Mr. Ri scowls. âDonât make me think youâre hopeless.â
âPlease?âÂ
The older man sighs, thinking that Jungkook just needs time to pull himself together before facing you.Â
They both get out of the car, with Jungkook standing on the side of the entryway, hiding behind the shrubs just in case you answer the door.Â
Mr. Ri rings the doorbell and not long after, the gate opens. And for all the years that Jungkook has known the older man - with his firm and often stoic disposition - this is the first time that heâs ever seen his face soften, the gentle smile appearing and lingering. Thereâs a beat of silence, a moment of appreciation it seems, before he says anything.
âHye-soo. Itâs so nice to see you again.â
âByung-hun,â the woman greets. âItâs been so long. When was the last time we saw each other? Was it ___âs 25th birthday?â
âI think it was. That was a really great day. Your house looked much different back then.â
âWho knew an old house needed repairs and renovations to stay up,â she laughs. âBut it all worked out. Weâve got more space now.â
âSpace enough for Yoon-chae and Yeo-jin to run about?â Mr. Ri chuckles. âI remember their tag game then. They complained how it always ended so fast. But ___ also told me theyâve grown up so much now. And that they adore you. Howâs it like raising teenagers at this time?â
âAh, difficult,â she chuckles. âBut itâs wonderful. They⌠they truly see me as their mother and I⌠I get to do things right this time.â
âHey, you always did,â he comforts, having seen her do everything she could for you. âNo one couldâve raised and loved ___ better than you. You got through the toughest times because of that.â
âWith a little help, of course,â she smiles. âYou know I couldnât have done it without you. And years later, youâre still looking out for her. That means the world to me.â
Sheâs where all my love goes to, Mr. Ri doesnât say. He knew early on that the only way to not lose himself in losing her is to care for the one person she loves the most - you.
âAnd you? Have you been well?â Hye-soo asks.Â
âAs well as I could be,â he hums. âThe stress isnât the same as when I was working next to Jae-sung but he still tasked me to babysit his son; that in itself is a bit tough.â
âAnd why is that?â Hye-soo giggles, knowing thereâs affection in his words.
âHeâs a bit of a hard-head, you know? Pretty stubborn, too, just like his father,â Mr. Ri laments, disregarding the scrunched eyebrows of the man just meters away from him. âAnd he makes me drive all the way out here, only to be scared to face the woman heâs been looking for.â
âIs that so?â Hye-soo asks, picking up on the man in front of him gesturing towards the side. âI hope he knows that he has nothing to be afraid of.â
Mr. Ri finally turns to Jungkook, motioning for him to get out of hiding and do what he came here for. Jungkook sighs in his place, thinking that this is the first time heâs meeting your mother, and itâs after heâd made you wait and think that he doesnât feel the same way. With his head bowed down, he walks towards the gate.Â
Thereâs a softness on his face when he looks up, and Hye-soo beams in delight at how the man she hasnât seen in over 20 years looks very much like the 10-year old boy who used to quietly draw cars and houses on the Jeon mansion living room floor. Itâs that same shyness and those same wide and curious eyes that made her have a soft spot for the younger son. They reminded her so much of you.Â
âJungkook,â she says with such warmth. âYouâve grown up so well. Itâs nice to see you after all these years.â
She definitely has your smile. Itâs welcoming and assuring and perhaps the one thing he didnât know he needed before seeing you. Thereâs so much comfort in her eyes, and thereâs this subtle strength that she exudes, one thatâs oddly giving him the courage to face you.Â
âMrs. Cho,â he bows. âItâs nice to finally meet you. I wish it was because of other reasons, though.â
âWhatâs wrong about the reason you have today?â She wonders.Â
âA lot of things,â he sighs.
âNonsense. Youâre here. Thatâs all that matters,â she smiles. âWould you like to come in?â
âThat would be great.â
Jungkook follows inside while Mr. Ri opts to stay behind.Â
Thereâs something special about entering someoneâs house. People spend time and energy to make it feel like home, to make it be a place of safety and warmth. Itâs a place filled with all the things they care about, of all the things they love.Â
Jungkook never designed the places heâs lived in; an irony, considering his profession. But his residences have always been a place for him to just move into, to just sleep and eat and work at. Theyâve always been⌠empty - grand, expensive, well-designed, but empty. Theyâre superficial, he would say, a reflection of what heâs always felt. Which is also why he never really welcomes anyone other than his friends. The women he used to bring home donât count - heâd let them in and make them leave; he never makes them stay long enough to be comfortable, to feel like they belong there. Sometimes he doesnât feel like he belongs there, either, as if itâs a place reserved just for him to feel alone in.Â
And so being welcomed in someone elseâs home feels different. Youâd done it to him, and being in your apartment both times made him feel at ease and familiar. Now, your mother welcomes him to the place where you grew up and it feels the same - thereâs that comfort, that sense of nostalgia, even if he knows heâs never been here before.
âWelcome to our humble mansion,â your mother says. âPlease, feel at home. Would you like some tea?â
âUh, yes. Tea is fine,â he bows.
She heads to the kitchen and Jungkook is left to look around. Itâs not a small house but itâs not large, either. Heâs in the middle of a spacious living room, with shelves lining up the walls - one has family pictures in it, the other one has books and small framed paintings. The dining and kitchen are to the right; on the left is a hallway that seems to lead towards the bedrooms. Thereâs a screened door that also leads out the backyard.Â
The entire space is airy, with lots of natural light coming through the windows. He spots some renovations done over time, as thereâs some mismatch of materials, something only trained eyes could see. But theyâre done well, and he could see the love that created this home for all of you.Â
Your mother returns with two cups and places them on the table. She asks him to sit down, and Jungkook makes himself comfortable, facing the door as he gazes out at the sky and admires the beautiful changing of the colors. He knows youâd probably admire how it looks, too.
She observes him - nervous as he meets her eyes, a kind of desperation and fear evident as he constantly shifts on his seat. Heâs grown up so much, but heâs still that shy little boy she remembers meeting all those years ago. She used to regularly go to the Jeon estate for some private events, and she wonât forget how Jungkook was the son who always kept to himself, content with a sketchpad and some crayons or riding the swing in his custom-built playground.Â
âDo you remember me at all?â She wonders.Â
âNo,â he shakes his head. âDid I see you often?â
âA handful of times,â she responds. âYour father introduced me to you and your brother when I first started and Iâd see you whenever I had to go to your house. But you were always so shy.â
âI was, but I⌠I wasnât really good at paying attention. And I guess, there were a lot of things from when I was younger that I donât remember,â he explains.Â
The faraway look in his eyes says that thereâs more to that, that they arenât just things he doesnât remember but theyâre memories he tries not to, that he blocks out.Â
âIâm sorry about what you had to go through as a child,â your mother says, having wanted to express her apology for years, knowing how much the experience haunted him. âI involved your parents in a very personal matter and that deeply affected your family. It affected you.â
âIt wasnât your fault. And I know it wasnât my parentsâ, either,â he sighs, feeling regret over the resentment he felt and the distance he created.Â
âThey were just trying to protect you. I hope you know that now.â
âI do,â he hums. âDo you⌠do you know what happened that night? In the woods?â
âByung-hun told me,â she nods. âIâve never seen him so broken over not finding you sooner. He carried that guilt with him, too, that he didnât look out for you the way he shouldâve.â
âI⌠I didnât know that.â
âThat man feels a lot even if he doesnât show it. Heâs got the biggest heart that I know and he cares for you so much,â she smiles. âA lot of people do. That includes my daughter.â
At the mention of you, Jungkookâs eyes perk up, the softness mixed with sadness evident once more.
âShe and I didnât want our ties to your family to be known,â she explains. âIt was a way for us to move on from all that happened. But in no way did she mean to deceive you. She⌠she would talk about you with such admiration and fondness. And you showed her that it was okay to let people in, that it could be worth it to follow her heart. Sheâd hoped that you could see past her decisions and know that she was sincere about everything. That she was sincere about what she felt for you.â
âI⌠I know that now.â
âAnd I suppose thatâs why youâre here?â
âIt is,â he sighs, wanting so badly to see you, even if he doesnât know how to say everything he wants to. âIs she around?â
Thereâs a prolonged silence after his question, and your motherâs eyes flit to the far end of the house before they return to him.Â
âShe, uh, she picked up the girls from school and decided to have dinner out and watch the movies,â she excuses. âIâm not quite sure what time theyâll arrive. And itâs a shame that you came all the way here. Is there anything you want me to tell her?â
Jungkook debates whether he should wait to say all this to you, perhaps when youâre ready and able to see him, or to say what he can now, knowing itâs important that he gets to express whatever he can at this moment, knowing it will get to you somehow.Â
But he also doesnât know how much longer he can hold everything in. All the emotions he feels for you - the regret, the yearning, the desire to have you next to him - have been festering and he just needs to say them. Maybe doing so in front of your mother might be a bit of pressure, but if thereâs anyone who can relay all this to you, it would be her.
âThereâs a lot of things Iâm not good at, Mrs. Cho. Opening myself up is one of them,â he starts. âBut your daughter, she⌠she showed me that it wasnât so bad. That itâs something Iâm capable of doing, and that itâs safe to do that with her. Even when I distanced myself, she didnât go anywhere, and that does a lot for a person.â
âSheâs quite stubborn, isnât she?â Your mother laughs, remembering those hard times when sheâd tell you to get ready for bed, with you disobeying her because you wanted to hold her hand while she cried.
âShe is,â he echoes. âItâs one of the reasons why I like her. One of many, actually. Sheâs also so patient and gentle and understanding⌠everything Iâm not but⌠all the things I want to be for her. And I wish Iâd told her all this when I had the chance but I was so blinded by my own needs that I⌠I eventually pushed her away. But she was still the one to reach out. She left that letter but I only saw it today and IâŚâ
âCame all the way here to see her,â she finishes.Â
âIs it too late, do you think?â
âBetween the both of us, not at all,â your mother smiles. âSheâs all those things you said but sheâs human, Jungkook. She gets scared, too, and hard-headed and tired and upset because she feels so much when she allows herself to do that. And sometimes she needs someone to just show her that itâs worth it, that having fears is valid but that theyâre not the only things out there. And you being here⌠I think itâs what she needs.â
She pauses so he could process her words, meeting his eyes so he could feel them even more.Â
âYouâre all she thinks about, you know? She likes being home with us and sheâs excited for her new job but I can tell that thereâs something missing. And I know that's you.â
âSheâs all I think about, too,â he expresses, feeling more at ease now. âIt doesnât matter what Iâm doing or where I am, I just always think about being with her. And I know that made her doubt, too. Iâve gotten so used to her presence but thatâs not out of necessity. Iâm not⌠a boss when Iâm with her. Iâm just⌠me. Because she made me see myself as someone beyond all that I do, someone worthy, and itâs that person who wants her, who needs her.â
Jungkook bows his head, angry at himself as all the words come out now, at a time when youâre not in front of him to hear them, to see that he means all of them. For weeks, all the things you said rang in his mind and every time you were in front of him, there were so many things he wanted to say but he never could, afraid of your rejection, of losing you for good. Now theyâre out in the open, but somehow the words donât seem enough. He realizes that when it comes to what he feels for you, nothing is.Â
âThese are the things I shouldâve said to her but I just got overwhelmed at the thought of losing her,â he continues. âI donât want that, Mrs. Cho. I donât want to lose your daughter. I want to be with her and tell her that she doesnât have to be scared anymore, that I want to protect her and take care of her. I want to make her happy.â
Itâs the most heâs said about how he feels for you, and he feels quite overwhelmed about expressing them. But he has to say them. You have to know, even if youâre not the one in front of him. Theyâll get to you, heâs sure of it.
âI know she wants that, too, Jungkook. And seeing you now, I just know youâll find your way to each other again, and youâll both be free from whatever it was that was holding you back,â she assures. âBut if itâs not too much, do you mind being a little patient with her this time?â
âOf course,â he nods, knowing that everything thatâs happened could make you a bit cautious again, and thatâs not something he could blame you for. Heâll give you as much time as you need, and youâll be the one to find him once youâre ready. âIâll just be where I always am. And uh, the Arts Center opens tomorrow. It would be great if she could come.â
âSheâll know where to find you,â she smiles.Â
He feels that heâs said all that he could, so he finishes his tea and stands up. He remembers that he bought something for you, initially hoping that it would make you smile once he gave them.Â
âCould you, uh, could you give this to her?â He asks, handing your mother a plastic bag, somehow feeling ashamed that this is all he got as a peace offering.Â
She peeks inside, her eyes widening in delight.
âChocopie?âÂ
âYeah,â he smiles shyly. âI wouldâve given her flowers but I just thought this would make her happier. ___ told me that itâs her favorite because youâd give it to her as a treat while she waited for you to get off work at the school. She said it always made her day.â
âThis was your favorite, too, wasnât it?â Your mother asks.Â
âIt was. My mother said I always hoarded the ones sheâd bring home and wouldnât share it with anyone,â Jungkook chuckles, recalling those days of stacking them in his room and quietly eating them while he drew houses on his drawing pad.Â
âYou shared it to ___, though,â she says.
It catches him by surprise. Heâs never done that, as far as he knows. This is the first time heâs even getting it for you.Â
âThat night those years ago, after I told your father what was happening, he offered us to stay at the staff house of your familyâs estate until Iâve sorted things out,â she recalls. âWe were in the living room while your parents talked to me and there was little ___, hiding behind my legs. I noticed her let go for a bit and thatâs when I saw you, handing her some chocopie. She was always a shy kid but she took what you were giving, and I remember the smile on her face. Everything was new and scary for her and that⌠that was the first time she smiled that day. And Iâll never forget it.â
Jungkook stands in silence, as much of his memories from those years have been buried deep in his mind. He remembers hiding away whenever there were visitors at home but perhaps he looked on, curious about the girl who seemed scared and maybe something prompted him to share the treat with you, and something pushed you to take it.Â
âI thought she was just being nice,â your mother continues. âShe didnât really like sweets then but she ate the ones you gave her. And when Iâd take her to the convenience store after that, itâs what she always picked out. Iâve just been getting it for her since then, and thatâs probably what she remembers but it was you, Jungkook. Youâre why I bought it for her every time.â
âWeâve⌠weâve met before. And I didnât even know,â he manages to say, thinking now about the familiarity of your presence and the need to always look out for you.Â
Itâs something he always wondered about, how someone could just pull him in and make him feel things heâd never felt before - that comfort, that warmth, that desire to be good for someone else. It turns out, heâd felt those long before he knew much about the world. And while so many things happened that got both of you here, thereâs still something serendipitous about not realizing you met as kids, and then finding each other decades later. Thereâs all this pain and sadness between the both of you, much of them intertwined, but at the end of it, you heal each other, you make each other stronger, braver.Â
âShe didnât know, either,â your mother hums. âAnd this just means that she always kept something of you from that day. Without realizing it, you were always a good memory that she kept; you let her forget the bad things even though she'd forgotten about you, too. Itâs how I know that even if sheâs not the one in front of you right now, her heart will always search for you.â
Your motherâs smile is reassuring, as if she knows that itâs what he needs. Heâd meant to find you today and tell you everything he feels, but somehow he believes it wouldâve been hard for him to do that, and so expressing it is all he could do. He feels like heâs gotten so much despite not seeing you though. Learning that missing part of his childhood that had you in it is overwhelming enough, but perhaps it reinforces what heâs known all along - that his heart will also always search for you, itâll always find you, and it will always be what he wants to hold close to him.
âThank you for welcoming me to your home, Mrs. Cho,â he says as he bows another time and heads out to leave. âIt means a lot meeting you today.â
âIt does for me, too,â she states, leading him towards the door and out to the street where Mr. Ri waits. âAnd thank you for being good to my daughter. Sheâll find you. You have to trust that she will.â
He nods, knowing heâll just have to have faith in what you feel for him. And he hopes that as he walks away and gives you the space you need, youâll trust in what he feels for you, too.
Your mother bids you and Mr. Ri goodbye, the longing look between friends hitting Jungkook deeply. Theyâre each otherâs what ifâs, and while one was able to live out another love, the other kept living out the one he let go of. Itâs painful, and Jungkook now canât imagine making that choice of letting you go completely.Â
Love is a big word. Itâs something heâs forgotten how to feel. He knows thereâs still so much more to experience with you and love could be one thing, and thatâs a possibility heâs sure he wants to live out one day.
He enters the car and sighs as he sinks in his seat. Itâs been a long day and an even longer trip back home, but Mr. Ri insists that they take it.
The older man starts the car and looks dejectedly to his side. âSo, she wasnât there, huh?â
It takes a while but Jungkook answers. âShe was.â
Itâs a wild guess, but somehow he knew you were there, probably inside one of the opened rooms or in the hallway, just meters away from him but still so far away. Your mother had said you were out, but the way her eyes constantly flitted elsewhere, the way she gave him the time and space to just talk and express his feelings, and the fact that sheâd shared that story about both of you meeting as children as if she meant to say it to you, too, all told him that you were right there.Â
Maybe you hadnât expected him to come. Maybe you didnât know what to say this time. Or maybe you thought that seeing you would leave him tongue-tied again, unable to express everything he means, and you wouldnât be wrong. He just focused on what he felt and not the right things to say or how youâd react at that moment, and he supposes that allowed him to be vulnerable, too.Â
âAnd youâre not there with her because?â Mr. Ri wonders.Â
âBecause she needs time,â Jungkook states. âAnd itâs the least I could give her. And Iâll wait until sheâs ready. Weâve spent all these months avoiding each other, thinking that letting each other go is the way to move forward but I⌠I know thatâs not what I want. She is. And Iâll show her I mean it.â
âWell, you went to her. And thatâs not all youâre doing.â
âIâm not good with words, you know that,â Jungkook shakes his head.
âI do. She knows that, too. So when she sees everything that youâve done⌠sheâll know you mean it.â
It's the assurance that Jungkook needs, and heâll hold onto that, too, until the time you find him again. Right now, heâll focus on the Arts Center - he owes it to you to make sure that all the work you put into it is worth it. He knows youâll want that, too.Â
The long drive to Daegu had him think about how much of yourself youâve given to the project that means the world to him. You may have done so because it was your job, but he canât help but think that in the midst of it, you saw what he was yearning for, what he was trying to attain for himself, and that it mattered to you that he did.Â
Jungkook and Mr. Ri go to a restaurant for dinner on the way back to Seoul, and the serious expression on the older manâs face has returned. This is his default state, but his soft, longing look is something that Jungkook wonât forget soon.
âHow was it like seeing her after all these years?â Jungkook wonders. âDoes⌠does it still hurt, knowing what could have been and the life she lives now?â
It takes a while but Mr. Ri finally replies. âIn an alternate universe, Hye-soo and I are living with our family on some farm. We talked about that a few times, about wanting to grow old in a place thatâs peaceful,â he recalls, all those long drives and hectic days becoming worth it whenever he shared them with her. âBut this is the universe and lifetime Iâm living now. The decisions I made brought me here, but they also set her free. Youâve met her, youâve seen her home. Sheâs happy where she is and even if itâs not next to me, thatâs the life I always wish sheâd have.â
Jungkook hums, unable to fully comprehend the heartbreak of letting someone go like that, and then seeing them live a life that he couldâve shared with them. Thinking about meeting you at a park or something years from now, perhaps with a husband or children, and then wondering what wouldâve happened if he didnât let you go plagues him. Thatâs not the life he wants. Itâs not a decision he wants to make, and he could only hope that neither do you.Â
He looks across at the man in front of him with all that love for the woman he canât have, and Jungkook wonders where all of that goes, recalling a conversation from not long ago, when Mr. Ri first revealed about a woman heâs held onto for years.Â
âDoes it all go to ___, then? All that love?âÂ
âIt does,â Mr. Ri hums. âIt also goes to your family, Jungkook. It goes to you. Those have kept me going all these years and they always will, so seeing you and ___ care for each other means a lot to me, too.â
Itâs a comforting thought, knowing that at the end of everything, Mr. Ri still finds happiness in others, that he hasnât allowed himself to fall into a kind of despair that paralyzes him. Jungkook recalls growing up and seeing the older man always by his fatherâs side, joining him on his trips and then coming back with some treats that he gives to Jungkook and his brother. When he was in Singapore, Mr. Ri visited often, showing up whenever he had a project launch. Jungkook also knows that he stayed in Canada for a few months, helping Jeong-sik recover after an accident left him with broken limbs.Â
And there was that incident that Jungkook carries with him, how he was powerless and alone under the rain but it was Mr. Ri who searched for him, who didnât give up, who dealt with that guilt for years. And Jungkook doesnât know if heâs ever thanked the man for all heâs done.Â
They engage in light talk for the rest of dinner. Jungkook offers to drive the rest of the way home, insisting that itâs a way for him to preoccupy himself instead of thinking about you. They spend it recalling his growing up years, how he slowly isolated himself, and then how he gradually opened up again. The older man expresses how proud he is, that regardless of what happens after all this, Jungkook pursued his happiness, and thatâs what matters.
âThank you, for uh, for everything,â Jungkook says as he exits the car, hoping that his simple words would convey all his emotions.Â
Thereâs a softness on Mr. Riâs face this time, one that Jungkook has seen only twice in his lifetime, both of which were today. It speaks of care and warmth; he knows now that it also speaks of love.
You lay on your motherâs lap, needing the comfort you always felt whenever she held you close and ran her fingers through your hair. Itâs something she always did when you were a child, and she knows that despite having grown up, you need it now just as much as you did before. She doesnât say much, letting the silence of your bedroom envelope the both of you this Thursday evening.Â
Itâs been a roller coaster of emotions this past week, and today pretty much took you on a deep plunge that has you holding onto your chest and wanting the stability of being on the ground. After you left that letter on Jungkookâs desk last Thursday, you stayed in your apartment and waited for days.Â
In hindsight, maybe it was silly that you stayed put when you couldâve called or gone back to his office in an attempt to talk to him. But you werenât sure what he was feeling, if he was harboring resentment for how you chose to leave, or if he was too busy with the Arts Center opening to even think about you. He kept himself busy during your last weeks after all, and he missed your farewell dinner, too.Â
That letter was your way of expressing yourself without the fear of outright rejection. And giving him that decision to find you was your way of telling him that it was his call, that if he still wanted you, youâd be waiting for him. And thatâs what you did, day in and day out - you waited for that knock on the door or for the ring of your phone.Â
It drove you crazy, thinking that you could be with him already, but the possibility of him also deciding that thatâs no longer what he wanted plagued your mind; itâs what kept you from making that call or paying him a visit. There was that part of you that couldnât help but think that he mightâve wanted things to just remain as they are. It made you realize that despite taking that step of being brave, there was still fear within you that held you back.
The hope dwindled by the weekend despite the comforting conversation you had with your neighbor, and on Tuesday afternoon, the sadness took over. You packed your bags and decided that if you were to get over this, being with your family is where you need to be. You knew your mother would convince you to wait for Jungkook a little longer. Sheâd be the reasonable one and say that maybe heâd missed the letter. And she may be right, but if you were to pursue him again, you knew you needed to be around people you loved to give you back that strength and confidence.
It turns out, your mother was right. Jungkook did miss the letter. It took him days to see it, and he didnât waste his time and went to find you right away. Perhaps that certainty that youâve been needing is what turns out to be the one that overwhelms you in the end. You walked out of your room to find him in your living room, and you froze. You stayed rooted in that hallway, listening to him talk about what he felt for you, and all you could do was hug your knees as you sat on the floor, taking his words in, hoping theyâd heal your heart as quickly as his silence broke it.
âDo you think he knew I was there?â You look up to your mother in question.Â
âI think he did,â she hums. âI doubt he wouldâve said as much as he did to me, someone heâs just met, unless he knew you could hear him. He had this look on his eyes - it was sad and sincere, full of regret but also of hope. And it just felt like was baring himself right there, hoping youâd know exactly what he felt.â
You think about it. Knowing Jungkook, he wouldnât have let himself be that vulnerable to someone that easily, even if it was in front of your mother. Heâs not always able to express himself to you, and maybe thatâs why. Maybe like you, he loses his words and caves in in front of the person he wants. Itâs happened so many times to you, and itâs one reason you chose a letter to express your feelings; saying it to him directly with all the uncertainties just terrified you.Â
But heâd been bold, heâd been honest. And you got to hear his every word, and you believed all of it.
âWhy didnât you want to see him?â she asks, given that youâd shaken your head when she looked at you after heâd asked if you were around. âWhat were you so afraid of?â
âI donât know,â you sigh. âIt felt so long being without him, and I was holding onto this hope after leaving that letter and then the wait just⌠it discouraged me. Somehow seeing him there paralyzed me a little,â you explain. âSuddenly I wasnât ready. I had all these feelings that were hanging in the air and to hear that he returned all those was just⌠I⌠I was overwhelmed because he was finally within reach.â
âBoth of you are in this constant push and pull thatâs keeping you from each other,â she points out. âAt some point, youâll have to just get over the fear and meet him where he is and heâll have to do the same. No one wins in fear, darling. Werenât you the one who told me I owed it to myself to give Min-woo a chance? Youâre the one who said it was better to be scared with him next to me than to be scared alone.â
âEasy to say that when Iâm on the outside, it seems,â you chuckle. âI get what you were feeling then, mom, and I understand now how hard it mustâve been.â
âThatâs true, so youâre gonna have to trust me that what you said was true - it was better that I was scared with him next to me than if I was alone,â she repeats. âBut I made that choice and it was the best one, because I canât be any happier than I am now because I let him love me, and I allowed myself to love him. You and Jungkook could do that. You just have to trust that itâs all worth it.â
You nod. At the end of the day, you know it makes a difference that itâs your mother reminding you all of this. Itâs her pain that you carried, itâs why you were always scared of opening up and sharing your whole self to another person. And itâs also why it matters that itâs her happiness that she reminds you of that pushes you to get over your fear, or at least, to choose to be with Jungkook in spite of it.Â
She tucks you in bed and tells you to get some sleep now. Itâll be a busy day tomorrow, she says, as you have to make that long trip back to Seoul in time for the Arts Center opening.Â
âAs your mother, Iâm kicking you out of my house,â she teases. âYou are to head out there and tell that man how you really feel, okay? I wonât allow you back here until heâs with you.â
âThatâs unfair,â you pout.
âIt is, but so is keeping yourself away from him,â she shakes her head. âYou take after me so much. Stop being stubborn.â
You laugh this time, knowing that while itâs that stubbornness that pushed Jungkook to open up to you, itâs that same trait thatâs keeping you away from him.
âI will. And Iâll head out tomorrow,â you promise. âIâm so tired of being sad.â
âGood. No one gets tired from being happy, so thatâs what you should try to be.â
Jungkook stares at himself in the mirror, tightening his necktie and then spending half a minute to determine if itâs aligned or not.Â
Itâs something heâs started doing. Itâs been weeks since you left and stopped doing it for him, and even if Lucas has pointed out a few times that it was crooked, the younger man never really attempted to fix it. Jungkook didnât really have a choice but to learn how to do it himself. For an architect with trained eyes, heâs ironically terrible at assessing something as simple as this. He never knows if heâs done it right, and heâll always be amazed at how you do it.Â
He finally decides heâs done it correctly, and he takes his coat to complete his look for the biggest day of his professional life. He opts for the classic suit this time, needing that refinement and elegance that a Kim Taehyung tailored outfit gives. Despite his best friendâs suggestions of trying something a little different, Jungkook insisted that simple is what he wants - the attention shouldnât be on him, adamant that a textured charcoal ensemble would do its job. The pattern differentiates it from an ordinary suit so he at least doesnât blend in too much and itâs a good compromise. You agreed with him on this months ago, and hearing you assure him that it looks good on him is something heâs missing.
He shakes his head at the thought. Here he is again, his mind going to you. Perhaps itâs his bodyâs way of dealing with the nerves; somehow thinking of you calms him down even if youâre not around. Youâve always had that effect on him, and with the unveiling of most important project of his life as the companyâs Vice President, that composure and confidence is what he needs.Â
It doesnât stop him from wishing that youâd taken to heart what he said yesterday, not just about what he feels but about finding him. You know most of the details of todayâs opening, and if you wanted to, youâd come to show your support even if he kept you in the dark during your last weeks. And if you really wanted to, youâd come to tell him that you want to be with him, and that youâre not going to walk away this time.Â
Itâs difficult to have today, of all days, be somewhat of a determinant of how things are going to go for both of you. Heâll definitely wait for as long as he needs to until youâre ready to face him again, but if itâs not today, heâs afraid thereâs more thatâs holding you back, and that not getting to you early on mustâve really hurt you.Â
But heâll keep on, as so much has happened for this day to be as successful as he hopes it to be. Hoseok constantly reminds him of the entire teamâs hard work and that itâs what will pull him through. But beyond the expectations from his parents and the Board and past the importance for the artists involved, this was Jungkookâs dream as a professional, and he made it happen. Heâll hold out hope until the last moment that heâll see you there, though, but if he doesnât, heâll just have to deal with your absence like heâs been doing these past weeks.
Jungkook exits his bedroom and gets approving looks from his best friends whoâll be his support system for today. Heâd gone to the Arts Center early in the morning despite last nightâs long trip back to Seoul, wanting to make sure that everything was okay. It took some reprimanding from his father to finally go home to fix up, the older man claiming that Jungkook will need to collect himself before all the activities in the afternoon.Â
Thereâs an interview with the Culture Minister, a press conference right after, and an afternoon tea spread in the nearby hotel for all the artists whose work will be exhibited for the opening - all before the ceremony scheduled for 5PM. Itâs a big day and an even bigger evening, and heâll have to preserve his energy and learn to manage, and itâs the first big event without you. He knows itâll be hard, so do his friends, which is why they're here to show their support and lend their energy when needed.
âYou look like the star of the show,â Seokjin praises. âItâs a really good suit.â
âThe stars of the show are the artists, actually,â Jungkook corrects. âAnd the public. It isnât me.â
âToo bad. Itâs a simple suit but youâre styled to still get attention so own it,â Taehyung states. âYou look really good, Kook. So chin up, okay? Itâs all gonna be fine.â
Jungkook tries to smile, hoping that faking it would eventually make it look real.
âWe know itâs tough and you wish you could share it with ___, but just think that sheâd want you to enjoy this either way,â Seokjin comforts. âYou also owe it to her to give it your best today.â
He knows his friends are right. So many things had to come together for today to happen. Everyone involved did their parts. He heard that thereâs so much buzz on social media about the Arts Center and the registration that opened to the public exceeded expectations, and thatâs only the beginning. Thinking of all the possibilities excites him, and heâll hold onto that to get him through the day. Or the week and even beyond that, if needed.Â
Jungkook nods and thanks his friends, saying that it means a lot that theyâre there for him. It catches them by surprise because heâs not one to easily express gratitude or any level of sentimentality. They suppose itâs what having you around had done for him, and maybe losing you also reminded him of the importance of being vulnerable.Â
They head to the hotel thatâs one block away from the Arts Center. Jungkook goes through the interview with ease, and with the support of his father, Hoseok, Ji-woo, and Lucas, he manages the press conference, too. He takes some time to collect himself after all that engagement, then he proceeds to the event hall to meet with the artists, curators, and craftspeople and show his appreciation.Â
He feels a sense of accomplishment already just knowing that theyâre as excited as he is. The inaugural exhibitions feature their work, and the products created to commemorate them are all beautiful. Itâs truly come together, he thinks, and he allows himself to feel pride for the first time, knowing that more than the structure, itâs the connections and the art that theyâre all celebrating, and itâs what he always hoped to achieve with this project.
Itâs not long after when he finds himself in the Arts Center, first doing the customary ribbon cutting with his father and the Culture Minister before entering the lobby where heâll give the formal welcome and signal the official opening of the center.Â
It feels different with so many people present, all awaiting to see how the structure was renovated and what new features theyâll look forward to. Thereâs a buzz of excitement that Jungkook internalizes, as he sits on a chair by the stage. He watches on as his father and cousins go around to meet the guests, opting to save his energy for his speech. Itâs the feel of his motherâs touch that makes him realize heâs shaking, and he turns to her and is met with her warm smile. Itâs been a while since he allowed that to comfort him, and at this moment, itâs what he needs.Â
âIt already looks gorgeous, son,â she assures him. âAnd youâre going to do amazing up there. People listen when you talk, and they believe in what you say. Iâve seen it. So just trust in yourself, okay? At the end of the day, the structure speaks for itself, and thatâs what the people will remember.â
âThank you, mother,â Jungkook smiles back. âAnd thank you for staying here with me. And uh, for all the other project launches that you attended.â
âOf course, Jungkook. Iâll always be there to support you,â she says. âAnything that makes you happy makes me happy. Anything that you work on will be something Iâm proud of. Never forget that.â
He nods, feeling a little lighter the more he accepts the love and support of those around him. He never really knew what that felt like, and he knows thatâs all on him. Heâll try to change that now, and he supposes that expressing and receiving gratitude is one thing that he took from you. He just hopes he gets to have an opportunity to thank you again - he wouldnât have done any of this without you.
Chin-sun approaches him to say that theyâll begin shortly, and Jungkook looks at the growing crowd one last time, that sliver of hope that heâll see you keeping him going. There are so many moving parts to this entire project, but he knows heâs not alone. After tonight, he can breathe easy and look back at the year thatâs passed and know that he put his all into this, and that it turned out to be exactly how he imagined it to be.Â
Itâs not long after when the program begins. CEO Jeon gives his opening remarks, followed by the Culture Minister, before Jungkook takes the stage. Itâs a much longer speech he gives this time, as he wants to make sure that he gets to thoughtfully express his hope and purpose for the Arts Center. He talks briefly about its conception and then delves into the ideas of connection and intimacy, how he wants art to be experienced by people as both spectators and creators, and that he wants this to be a hub for people to create meaning, all while celebrating Korean culture in an environment that reflects the merging of tradition and modernism.Â
He keeps his eye contact with the audience, and he sees their warm reception to his words. A video plays to introduce the artists and craftspeople who are featured, and then he ends with thanking everyone who was involved in the process - from the laborers, suppliers, and contractors, to the Board, the investors, and the executive team. He gives a special message to his project team and management support team, asking them to join him on stage because they deserve all the praise for how the Center turned out.Â
Thereâs a resounding applause, and once thatâs settled, he finally asks for all the doors to be opened.Â
âThere are so many things to explore here,â he says. âPlease savor every space you enter and take your time. The meaning of art is something only you could define but the beauty is in the experience, and the experience is even more fulfilling when it is shared. Thank you very much and have a good evening.â
He watches the crowd disperse and he releases a breath. The night is far from over and the toughest part for him is just about to start, and thatâs going around to see how everything is being received. His mother greets him after, congratulating him again. Hoseok and Ji-woo tell him how proud they are, and his father gives him that assuring nod, with words expressing pride and encouragement accompanying it.Â
Jungkook quickly meets the team and gives instructions on how to divide and conquer before he heads to one of the performance halls. He sees Yoongi hanging around and thereâs a warm smile on his friendâs face, a rarity because itâs not usually directed at him.
âYouâre getting the hang of these speeches,â Yoongi hums. â___ would be proud.â
âOnly if sheâd heard it,â Jungkook sighs. âI looked around but I didnât see her. Do you⌠do you know if sheâs here?â
Yoongi shakes his head. âI havenât heard from her. Iâm sorry.â
Jungkook nods, knowing heâll slowly have to accept that maybe youâre not ready yet, or that asking you to find him here at a time when there are so many people might have been too much. Thereâs hope that youâll give him a call or maybe meet him at another time. He understands what you mustâve felt while you waited for him, and he hates himself for making you go through that. Itâs excruciating being on the receiving end of it, and itâs only been a few hours.Â
âLet me know if you see her,â Jungkook instructs. âIâll just beâŚâ
âAround,â Yoongi chuckles. âI will. But your job continues, so go out there and find out what people are saying. Iâll be on the lookout for her.â
Jungkook thanks him and continues visiting the different halls, engaging with the artists and Board members and some other visitors along the way. He searches for your face in every space he enters, exiting them in disappointment when he doesnât find you there. His heart slowly breaks, and he hangs on for a little longer until he starts to feel too much, with the tiredness from being on the go the entire day getting to him.Â
Itâs a hard call but he decides to leave. Hoseok assures him that itâs okay; heâs talked to every important person already and thatâs enough. People will explore for as long as the Center is open, and heâs got the project and support teams to hold the fort for him. Thereâs not much else he needs to do anyway; their subsidiary company tasked to manage the operations has already taken over, and Jungkookâs main tasks have been fulfilled. It eases him, knowing that heâs not abandoning anyone by deciding to step out.Â
As the hours go by with no sight of you, the heavier he feels. He needs time alone, not just because his batteryâs gone out but also to just wallow in the sadness. Itâs pitiful but it seems better than constantly hoping heâd see you here while being surrounded by so many people.
He goes to one final area before heading out. Itâs the most special one, the one he dedicates to you, the one he hopes youâd one day see and know that he thought of you everyday, even during the days when it didnât seem like it. He wonders if youâll like it, if it would remind you of what you grew up with, and if it would be a place for you to feel safe and free and happy in, all the things heâd wished youâd feel with him.
One last look and thereâs still no sign of you. He calls Mr. Ri and asks to be dropped off at the office. It seems like a better place to be in when heâs sad and upset.Â
The building is empty on a Friday night. Everyoneâs either at the Arts Center or gone home and heâs ironically the one craving for the loneliness of this place. Heâs committed himself to his job for a decade and doesnât know much of who he is outside of it. He learned a bit of that in the midst of the biggest change heâs experienced and the most challenging year heâs had, and it was through you.Â
He learned that heâs actually quite caring, that thereâs a protective side to him, that he steps up and shows up when heâs needed, and that he finds joy and peace in the outdoors. Heâs passionate and a perfectionist but he wants to be a bit spontaneous, too. He makes mistakes and can apologize for them. Heâs capable of kindness and in some instances, enjoys the company of other people with whom he can observe and laugh with. Being alone often made him feel lonely, and he realized that heâs someone who craves companionship, who wants intimacy, and that heâs someone willing to be vulnerable and share himself with the right person. And while he tends to be impatient most times, with you, heâs willing to wait. And for you, heâll try to be better.
He enters his office and lets the silence envelope him. The city looks alive from his window but thereâs dullness from within. Heâll get over it, he thinks, but until then, that sadness will remain for as long as youâre not in his life, for as long as youâre not next to him.
You look at yourself in the mirror, the elegance of your rose-colored midi dress a contrast to the stress painted all over your face. You give yourself only a few seconds to admire how you look - thereâs a bit of that sexiness from the v-neckline and front slit, and the flutter sleeves and other vintage details lend to a classic look. Your hair isnât as fixed as you want and your makeup is too pale for your liking, but with time no longer on your side, those are the least of your problems.Â
You couldnât sleep last night despite your mother insisting that you get some rest. The image of Jungkook leaving your house plagued your mind. You shouldâve ran after him and told him that you were sorry, that it doesnât matter anymore if you waited, for as long as he found you. You shouldâve stopped him to say that you wanted to be with him, that you were done with running away from what you really wanted, and that youâre willing to always be brave for as long as he held your hand and eased your worries. You shouldâve gone back to Seoul with him, but youâd been too overwhelmed to move, to speak, to chase after what youâve been yearning for.Â
Deciding to come to the Arts Center opening wasnât always certain. You knew you were going to visit one day. You worked hard on it, too, and you wanted to show your support even if Jungkook would never know. But when he asked you to find him there, you knew you had to go right away. You imagined him making that speech that you helped him draft months ago, donned in the gray outfit that Taehyung was proud to make for him. You envisioned the smile heâd have on as he looked around to see all his plans come to life and the visitors taking it all in.Â
You just didnât expect to sleep through your alarm and then miss the train by a minute. The travel wasnât bad. The chocopies that Jungkook got you kept you satisfied the entire trip, but it was halfway back to Seoul when you realized that you didnât have anything nice enough to wear. The ones you have are either too formal, too casual, or meant for a night out.Â
Taehyung had designed a dress for you but you said it was no longer necessary after you resigned; it was fortunate that he hadnât started making it yet, and so the guilt wasnât too much. You didnât want to go to the opening in just anything. While it mattered to get there, you didnât want to get any attention, and so dressing appropriately was your plan. Everything else in your closet would make you look underdressed, and you made the quick decision to pass by a store and grab the first nice dress you could find and then head home.Â
The clock was ticking, and it didnât help that you got stuck in traffic on the way to your apartment, and that a vehicular accident at the intersection outside your village forced the cab driver to take a longer route to the Arts Center. Before you knew it, the sun had set, and the program was over, and Jungkook would probably now be in the midst of engaging with so many important people and you donât want any of the attention that your arrival might bring.Â
You finally make it though, and while minutes ago you were stressed and just desperate to make it to the Arts Center, now that youâre here, youâre quite nervous. Youâll face him again after so long, and the fact that happiness would be within reach brings about an unfamiliar feeling. But you also canât wait to experience it. Itâs a kind of joy and contentment youâve only dreamt about, and youâll finally know what itâs like.
Exiting the cab, you look around in awe. From this view, you could imagine the sunset framing the main building so beautifully. You enter the lobby and itâs even more spacious than you remember. Perhaps itâs the absence of all the laborers and materials on the floor. Now, itâs just this open space with art pieces placed around. The floor-to-ceiling windows would bring so much light in. It was one of the big changes to the old structure, and with the moonlight shining through, it feels as if thereâs a natural spotlight on the art pieces.Â
Youâre enamored by the grandness of it all. Even more by the many people around, perhaps taking their time in exploring all that the Center has to offer. Itâs such a massive space that itâs impossible to absorb everything after one go around, and you already canât wait to take it all in the next time you visit.
Itâs tempting to get lost in it but right now, your priority is finding Jungkook, but as youâre about to head to the second floor, Do-hyunâs whisper-yelling of your name catches your attention. She gives you a tight hug and thereâs suddenly an air of sentimentality as the old team is together once again. It was just a year ago when you all took on the biggest project together and after all the highs and lows, itâs finally here. And while you missed out on the final weeks of preparations, they assure you that youâre just as much a part of those as they are.Â
âYou had to deal with the last minute changes, though,â you insist. âThat mustâve been hard.â
âOnly at the beginning,â Chin-sun says. âWe were barely involved. We just helped with procurement but Mr. Jeon was the one who worked tirelessly on it. He had just two other people help him construct it and I guess thatâs why he spent so much time there. But it turned out beautifully, and you wouldnât have known it was only an addition.â
âWha-what is it?â You ask, the curiousity taking a front seat for now.Â
âItâsââ
âItâs something you need to see for yourself,â a familiar voice says.Â
You all turn around and bow at the sight of CEO Jeon. He looks at you and smiles, gesturing towards one of the doors. You excuse yourself from the team and follow the older man, walking next to him in silence.Â
âI was worried you werenât going to come tonight,â he says. âI think that so was Jungkook.â
âI⌠I tried to come earlier but there was all this traffic and⌠I, uh, how did he do?â You ask.Â
âGreat, as always,â CEO Jeon answers. âHe had everything under control and managed all the socializing impressively. Heâs come a long way, hasnât he?â
âHe has,â you smile, recalling the anxiousness that he used to feel at just remembering names and keeping up with peopleâs energy.Â
âHeâs come a long way in other aspects, too. Smiling, believing in himself, being kinder to himself⌠itâs great to witness,â the older man continues. âAnd standing by and caring for someone the way he did with you, that was⌠that was new, too.â
âI didnât intend on feeling this way for him, sir,â you say, recalling that the last time you spoke, you werenât ready to talk about it. âAnd I tried to suppress it, and that pushed him away but I guess, sometimes we lose people for a reason; we find them again for a reason, too.â Itâs a statement that CEO Jeon had told you the last time you talked, and itâs one that stuck with you. âIâm here to find him again.â
âGood. I was hoping you would, so at least Iâd know that all this wasnât in vain,â he chuckles. âAnd I really do hope you see his heart with this, ___. He takes after me, and I didnât realize just how much until he came up with this plan.â
You lose him for a bit, suddenly unsure of what he means. CEO Jeon notices, so he gestures towards his right and you follow his lead, and thatâs when you see it. Your eyes widen in shock, and you canât help but gasp at the space before you.
âHeâs not always good with words but he tries. And this is how he does it.â
You noted entering the grand library as he spoke. The walls and design were familiar, as youâd gone in here during your last few visits. But this area that you walk into is new. Itâs not a large space but it feels like it now. It used to be a section of historical books and archived materials that were put on display, almost like a museum of literary artifacts that a historian had sold off. But itâs nothing like that now.
The glass enclosures have been replaced by shelves and bookcases, all easily accessible and reachable by anyone. The framed walls are no more - instead, there are reading nooks and character murals painted artistically, bringing them to life outside of the books they only lived in. The lights are not blinding; theyâre warm and inviting, illuminating a space that makes you want to just sit or even lie in, especially with the large stuffed animals spread across. The chairs arenât the same, too; there are couches all around, all soft and comfortable, decorated with knitted dolls and colorful pillows.Â
You walk further, mouth agape as you take in every inch of the space that brings back so many memories from your childhood. This place is new but familiar. It looks nothing but everything like that neighborhood-run library that your mom used to take you to. Towards the back is a little activity area, with a large, leveled table and a row of shelves filled with coloring books and paper dolls.Â
You feel chills as you realize what this place is supposed to be, and who this was meant for.Â
You remember the first time you told Jungkook about this. It was after that incident at the restaurant. He took you to a park and told you how the playground was his favorite place, how it made him feel free and safe, how it allowed him to just be himself and imagine doing and being everything he wanted. You shared a piece of your childhood, too, and described that library you frequented, how you felt sad that you didnât get to say goodbye to it, and that you hadnât seen a place like that again.
But now you have. That last minute change that he made⌠It was this.Â
You turn towards CEO Jeon and try to find the words to say but nothing comes out. Youâre overwhelmed by what you see, by the memories they elicit, and by all the emotions overtaking you all at once.Â
âJungkook called me one evening and said that he was going to re-do the archive section in the library,â the older man says. âHe wasnât asking for my approval because it was his project, heâd said, but he just wanted to let me know. He made all the decisions and most of the design. He painted the walls and some of the furniture, too. He spent every afternoon here and stayed until the evening. He barely rested. He just⌠he just wanted this done. It was so important to him.â
âI⌠I told him about a place like this, that I used to go to,â you manage to find your voice now. âHe never saw it but it⌠it looks like this.â
âMaybe you described it really well,â CEO Jeon smiles. âItâs how heâs always been. Just a few words and then it comes alive in his mind.â
âThatâs why this Center is as beautiful as it is,â you hum. âHeâs good at that, bringing to life everything that he envisions.â
âItâs his way of saying the things he canât say, too. Itâs something he got from me, I think. Iâm not good with words either,â he admits. âSo when Byung-hun told me that your mother used to spend her lunch breaks taking you to a library when you were younger, I knew this was Jungkook expressing everything he feels for you.â
âItâs a bit grand, donât you think?â You say shyly. âBuilding something for someone is⌠so personal, soââ
âSincere,â he finishes for you. âAnd intimate, Iâd say. But my son, he feels a lot. Which is why I think he tries not to, and why he distances himself from others. He felt like heâd lost you, ___, even before he had you and that⌠messed with him. He needed to do this for you, but I think he also needed to do it for himself. If at the end of the day, youâll no longer be a part of his life, this would remind him that you were.â
You blink away the tears that you quickly wipe off as you look away. If at the end of the day, heâs no longer a part of your life, this would also remind you that he was. But you donât want that, because you want him in your life, you want every part of him that heâs willing to show, and you want to hold every bit of that in your arms, care for it, and never let it go.
The time you spent with so little of him in your life made you feel his absence, and that allowed you to recognize the pockets of joy you had with him. It gave you something to look forward to, to connect with, and to treasure. The first step was resigning, and that itself felt like freedom. You get to pursue that connection and deep desire by choosing him this time. Knowing yourself means knowing how your heart heals and loves, and you want him to be at the receiving end of that.Â
âI⌠I need to see him,â you say, not wanting him to spend another minute without knowing how you feel.Â
âYou should,â CEO Jeon nods and motions towards the door. âIâm sure heâs wondering where you are.â
Thereâs a soft smile on his face and you mirror it, as if to tell each other that all has been forgiven, that everything has been accepted, that thereâs no more blame or burden to carry anymore.Â
You rush out, wondering where to start looking for Jungkook. Turning to the left, you see Yoongi, who quickly rushes to you.
âWhat do you think?â He asks, gesturing towards the library where youâd just come from. âIs it close to the one you used to go to?â
âYes,â you respond. âDid you help him with it?â
âKinda had no choice,â he chuckles. âWe were working on it while everything else was being completed. He didnât want anyone else to know, especially you. I didnât even know why he wanted to build a children's library all of a sudden when it wasnât in the plans until that night you told me about your childhood. It clicked then.â
âHe was already dealing with so much but he still had time for this?â You say, still in shock that Jungkook pushed through with this despite everything.
âHe had a lot to say to you but he didnât know how to. And I guess working on this was a way for him to deal with losing you,â Yoongi answers. âYou mean a lot to him, ___. He was a mess without you.â
You think back at the times you felt that he was quickly replacing you, that he was distancing himself, that he was probably upset because youâd messed up his plans, and that he just wanted to move on from you. All this time, he was working on something that he could leave you with, all because he knew how much it meant for you to have a place like this.
âNow I just have to find him,â you say. âHave you seen him?â
âNot in the past half hour. Heâs just been going around but I did tell him Iâd let him know if you came. You should call him.â
âI wouldnât be able to say anything if I did,â you sigh, knowing that itâs probably the same reason why he didnât call you after not finding you in your apartment yesterday.Â
Thereâs too much to say that canât be said over the phone. Youâll probably be tongue tied once he picks up.Â
You decide to call Mr. Ri, the possibility of Jungkook having left swimming in your mind after thinking of how long he wouldâve been socializing. Itâs been hours since the opening; itâs possible that heâs gotten tired from it all.
â___? Everything okay?â
âDo you know where he is?â You ask, desperate now. âIs he still inââ
âI just dropped him off at the office,â the older man answers. âI donât know why he wanted to be there but Iâm on the way back to the Arts Center. Do you want me to pick you up somewhere?â
âIâm here right now and I just saw what he made. I need to see him.â
âYou can wait for me andââ
âItâs okay. Iâll find my way there. Thank you.â
You drop the call and start heading towards the exit, with Yoongi on your tails, offering to drive you.
âYouâve done so much already. And youâre needed here,â you say. âItâs okay.â
âTrue, I have. It sucked witnessing you two constantly going in circles when you both clearly canât get enough of each other,â he chuckles. âSo go, find him. You can both stop being such idiots now.â
âRude,â you laugh. âBut thank you, Yoongi.â
He smiles, and itâs a sight thatâs gotten you through some of the toughest days. He tells you again to leave now, and you rush out as you book a cab, slowly getting impatient as you want nothing more than to be with Jungkook already.Â
You get inside the car and watch the city pass you by. So many nights youâd done this, wondering about your life and where it was headed, hoping that one day youâd find the strength within you to go for what youâve always wanted, whatever it was. A smile paints your face as you do it again now. One day is today, and with another act of bravery, youâre heading towards that other piece of happiness, and youâre finally claiming it for yourself.Â
The office isnât far, and with the traffic having eased despite the hour, you make it to the building in no time.Â
Youâre suddenly nervous once you enter the lobby. Youâre used to late nights but itâs different this time. The security personnel assigned tonight still remembers you, and he doesnât ask questions when you say you want to head to the VPâs floor.Â
Itâs a little nostalgic walking down the hallway, even if you were here just last week. Itâs knowing that youâll be seeing Jungkook at the end of it that makes you emotional, your heart beating fast as the seconds tick by. You quietly make it to his room, and with the door opened, you wonder if he expected you to be here.
You stand at the entrance and see him standing by the window, looking out into the city below. His sleeves are rolled up, and he has one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass of whiskey. You spot the bottle on the edge of the table and not far from it, the mess of folders and blueprints piled on the desk.Â
âWhy are you out here celebrating on your own?â You say, your voice soft despite the yearning youâre feeling.Â
He hears you though, as the swirling of his drink stops and he slowly turns around to look at you. He looks tired, but you donât miss the way his eyes light up. You wish he notices the way yours do, too.
âThe Arts Center is beautiful, Jungkook. You should be enjoying it with everyone else.â
âIt didnât feel right without you,â he answers, walking towards his table where he places the glass next to the bottle. âIt felt incomplete without you around. You⌠you were a big part of that.â
âWhy did you leave, then? Thatâs where you said Iâd find you.â
âIs that what your mother said?âÂ
âItâs what I heard,â you say. He doesnât look surprised, and maybe a part of you knew that he knew you were there, but still, he asks.
âWhy didnât you see me? Why didnât you want to talk to me?â
You start to walk closer and see the sadness in his eyes. It brings you back to this room weeks ago, how those same eyes looked at you in dejection, in guilt. You hate hurting him, and you donât ever want to do that again.Â
âI realized that I easily accept it when Iâm told that Iâm being selfish and that I donât deserve happiness. But when it comes to someoneâs genuine feelings, I cower,â you respond. âYour sincerity scared me and maybe thatâs why I doubted it the first time and Iâm sorry that I did.âÂ
Your voice starts to shake now as the emotions intensify with every word you say, and with every inch of distance you eliminate.Â
âIâm sorry that I pushed you away, that I left, that I kept my past from you. Iâm sorry that I was so scared about everything, especially about the way I felt, only because it was all so new. It was all so much; wanting you became too much, I didnât know how to stop. But IâŚâ you blink away the tears, not realizing theyâve been waiting to fall. âI realized I was more scared to lose you. I was foolish to think that I could just move on and forget about what I feel for you. I thought itâs what you wanted to do, too, andââ
He shakes his head, and itâs the most reaction youâve gotten since you started speaking.
âAll Iâve done since that night you left me here was think about you,â he says, now able to say what heâs been meaning to. âI didnât know how to stop that either. Wanting you was no longer enough and I wanted to be with you but I didnât think I could, not when I thought you didnât want me. You left and I⌠I didnât know what to do.â
âI knew itâs what I needed,â you admit. âI⌠I reached a point where if you asked me to stay, I probably would and I didnât want to. I wanted to know myself outside of all this and I didnât want you to be the reason why Iâd stop myself from doing that, from searching for whatever would make me happy but I realized that itâs you.â
You take another step, your body aching for him as your heart beats faster. âI felt free but it didnât feel like I thought it would be. I didnât want to be here but I wanted to be with you. And Iâm sorry it took so long.â
âI didnât find you right away,â he whispers, as if he still carries that guilt with him. âI was so caught up with everything else, with dealing with the fact that I lost you.â
âThe library,â you say. âYou were caught up creating something for me.â
âI⌠uh, I didnât know how to say everything that I wanted to say,â he sighs. âAnd Iâll probably always struggle with that but⌠I just thought that as you go about your new life, I could build you a place where youâll always feel safe and free, and that if I canât be that person to comfort you, youâll have a place that can do that. Selfishly, I didnât want you to forget me. But I also just wanted you to know that I was always going to think about you.â
âDoesnât it feel a bit grand?â You ask now, inching closer once again as he takes another step forward. âBuilding a library for someone is a pretty big deal.â
âYou wouldâve been my biggest what if. I probably deserve something grand to remind me of how stupid I was that I let you go.â
âYouâre not gonna do that again, are you?â You teasingly smile. âBecause I wonât.â
âNo,â he says a little seriously. âI put you through so much, ___. I just⌠I just want to be someone who would care for you and would make you happy.â
His words are simple but they carry so much. You suppose at one point, thatâs all whatâs started to matter. All he wants is to be part of that happiness youâve been searching for. Maybe itâs whatâs been missing in his life, too, and all you want now is to be a part of it.
Another tear falls down your cheek, and you appease the worried look on his face by saying that itâs a happy tear.
He softly smiles, wiping it off with his thumb before cupping your face in his hand. Heâs gentle as he caresses you, and you learn everyday just how capable he is of giving warmth, that thereâs such tenderness within him that heâs unable to fully show.Â
âIâve always wanted to do this,â he admits. âSo many times that Iâve seen you cry and Iâve just been⌠so powerless to do anything.â
âNow you arenât,â you breathe out as you eye his lips, knowing theyâre what you need at this moment. âNow you canââ
His proximity stops you, as he bends down and closes the distance. His mouth presses against yours, the hint of alcohol intoxicating you a little but itâs the feel of him that makes your mind hazy. With his hand still cupping your cheek, he pulls you towards him, his tongue merely licking your own when he slides inside as if to tease.Â
âDo that,â he finishes, pulling away only a little bit to allow you to answer. Â
âYes,â you heave, wanting so much more now that youâve had a taste of him again. âI wonât stop you this time.â
âGood,â he pants, grazing the tip of his nose on yours. âI donât plan to.â
Youâre unable to take a breath before his mouth crashes against yours, but you donât mind, not when you immediately lose yourself to the way he feels. The kiss is desperate, with his tongue seeking entrance right away and then entangling with yours. Yet it still feels gentle with how he holds you, as his one hand continues to caress your face while the other glides down your side torso, settling on your hip to pull you closer.Â
Your fingers grip his dress shirt, needing that anchor to ground you as you feel yourself drifting, getting lost in what youâre feeling - pure desire, an insatiable need, a sense of relief that thereâs finally nothing holding you back. He angles your head, allowing him to go even deeper, and you let him take control, you let him breathe you in, let his tongue explore your depths before he pulls back and nibbles your lower lip.Â
But he doesnât stop just like he said, as he makes his way to your neck. You moan once you feel him lick the shell of your ear, the sound urging him to do more. He finds spots that have you grunting in pleasure, sucking and licking and pressing soft kisses on them, leaving you a pleading mess. You chant his name, grind against him for that friction you badly need, and pull on his shirt, as if wanting that barrier gone.Â
âFuck,â he groans, meeting your hips. âFuck, you sound good.â
Jungkook feels the shiver of your skin, as his mouth slides up and down your neck while he grabs your waist. He loses himself in the sounds of your moans - constant and yearning - just as heavenly as he remembers. Youâre pliant, moving your head to give him access, letting him explore whateverâs exposed for him to do as he pleases, to taste whatever you can offer right now.Â
He pulls you for a kiss once again, and there seems to be more desperation now, as you try to dominate, to taste him, to keep him there. Your hand finds his, guiding it to map your body, to let him know where you want him, to tell him where he can go. He curses under his breath when he feels your breast, fondling it for the brief moment itâs there before you direct it further down. You know exactly what you want and heâll give it to you.Â
The front slit of your dress makes it easy, and when his finger grazes your clothed cunt, you let out a sound that rings in his ear, and he wants more of it.Â
âYou like that?â He huffs in your ear. âYou want me to touch you like that?â
âYeâyes,â you mumble, unable to say anything more.
Jungkook hears your desire. He feels it, too, but he teases a little, gliding down the wet patch before slowly pressing on your clit. You jerk a little, briefly pulling away from him so you can take in a long breath. You bite your lip and he knows that youâre holding yourself back.
But he wants more and he can tell that so do you. He doesnât care where you are right now; all he wants is to taste you, to feel you pulsate against his tongue, to make you feel good and let you know what he can give.
He looks down where his fingers have slipped past your underwear then back at you, the lick of his lips his way of seeking permission. You seem to know what he means, and you nod, granting it to him. He pulls you again for a kiss, much rougher this time, before he pushes you against the desk and lifts you so you could sit on the edge, just like that first time. But like you said, you wonât stop him anymore. And he truly doesnât have an intention to.
His mouth moves down actively, kissing every clothed and exposed part of you it passes while slowly lifting up your dress. He kneels on the floor and spreads your legs open, aching to taste even more of you. But he glances up and sees the anticipation on your face, his mind hypnotized even with just this view alone.
Holding your gaze, he teases, with his tongue merely grazing your throbbing cunt.
You tense up but itâs what gets you pleading.
âPlease,â you whimper, the sight of him from below leaving you in a daze. âJungâwantâpleaâIââ
Youâre unable to form proper words so he finally gives in, pulling your underwear to the side. He grunts, as the sight of your wet lips has his dick getting even harder. Your desire matches his, and all he wants is to fulfill your need.
With the barrier gone, he presses his tongue flatly over your clit, warming it up first before he starts moving around. He alternates fervent licks on it with slow movements everywhere else - on your lips, on the sides of your thighs, and inside your hole. Itâs messy and absolutely mind numbing, as your scent and and the way you taste divine have him burying himself even deeper into you, losing himself even more when he feels your hand in his hair, pushing him towards you as if you donât want him to go anywhere. And he wouldnât mind. Heâd live here if he could.
You start to give in, your legs slowly closing on him but he pushes them apart, keeping them open so he could do more. With his movements, he pulls you closer to the edge - of the table, of your orgasm - and he buries his face there again, licking and sucking and moaning like a man starved.Â
The sounds you make drive him crazy, and that's with you still holding back. Youâre still in his office, doing something you both definitely shouldnât, and he supposes you donât want your obscene sounds to echo throughout the floor despite it being empty. He canât wait to hear you without anything stopping you.Â
You start to shake and thatâs how he knows youâre close. He feels your uneven breathing, hears your broken chants of his name, and sees your grip on the table getting tighter. He wants to take you there, and with one final nip of your clit, you crash, the low, long-winded sound satisfying his need to pleasure you.
You try to catch your breath while he laps up your juices. Youâre still sensitive, as your legs jerk with every movement of his. He takes a peak and sees your half-lidded eyes and parted mouth, but you eventually return to your senses and meet his gaze. Youâve had enough, it seems, as you pull him up and meet his lips.Â
Jungkook tastes of you, and you kiss him languidly, still out of breath and definitely in a daze. You want more of him, though; you want to bury yourself in him and elicit hypnotizing sounds thatâll have him chant your name, too, so you start to palm his hard length in return. But he goes soft on you, taking your arms and wrapping them around his waist before he cups your cheeks again while he returns your kisses.
âThis feels quite familiar,â you hum against his lips.
âReally? I donât remember you pushing my head between your thighs the last time,â he teases.
âOh, shush,â you frown, quickly realizing exactly what youâd done. âI canât believe I had you eat me out on your desk. In your office. On a work night, too. And while you have an event going on. Your father will be so angry.â
âGood thing he wonât know,â Jungkook shrugs, clearly unbothered.Â
But you arenât, so you pout at him. âWhat was I thinking?â
âMaybe you missed me too much, and I canât blame you, since you know, I did, too,â he reasons, his shy smile turning cheeky in a second. âOr maybe you wanted to leave me with a gift or something,â he smirks.Â
âTrue. When youâre stressed at work you can just remember what you did to me here and then youâll feel better, I guess.â
âActually, thatâll probably frustrate me,â he chuckles, pulling you closer again and wrapping his arms around you. âThinking about how good you sound and how amazing you taste without you around⌠Yeah, Iâd be angry.â
His praise flusters you, and you briefly turn away. But he assures you again that his father wonât know, and that youâre in the clear despite the indecency you both committed.Â
âAnd it doesnât matter,â he continues. âThat is worth whatever trouble Iâll be in, if it happens. I⌠I couldnât wait any longer. I just wanted you right away.â
The heat rushes to your cheeks again, and you giggle and bury your face in his neck. Itâs comforting, the way he giggles back but hugs you tighter. He smells just as you remember, and you think that this is how you want your days to go from now on - flushed against his chest, cradled in his arms, with his soft lips giving you shivers as he kisses your forehead.Â
Itâs just your joint breaths that you hear now, and you turn to him, your soft smile making his heart skip a beat, and he knows that this is how he wants his days to go from now on - safe in your embrace, with your soft lips tracing his jaw and leaving teasing pecks on his cheeks. He captures them in his, basking in the taste of you, and itâs not long after when the kiss intensifies, leaving him wanting more again.
But just as you return his desire, itâs at that moment when the phone rings, catching both of you off guard and in surprise. He appeases you, as your eyes look at him in worry. He picks up the call, and he hums in confirmation before putting the phone down.
âThe building is scheduled for sanitation in half an hour,â he says. âWe have to go.â
âOh right. I remember putting that in our calendars,â you hum, getting off the table and feeling the dampness of your underwear.
You fix your dress, trying to make it less uncomfortable. You turn to him who looks at you shyly.
âCan I take you home with me?â He asks. âMaybe we could, uh, continue this and you know, make up for the time we spent apart?â
âYes,â you respond, feeling your heart race at the possibilities of tonight. âIâd like that.â
He nods, unable to control his own smile. He motions towards the door and you walk out side-by-side, knowing enough that there are security cameras around. Thereâs at least that unspoken agreement that neither of you want the attention that could come from having this exposed, whatever this is. But you suppose you have time to figure it out. Youâve both expressed enough that you want each other; youâll just have to talk about how to move forward and make up for all thatâs happened.Â
Itâs cheeky glances from the elevator down to the car. But once he drives out of the building, he takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. He smiles when you tighten your hold, as if to say that you donât want to let go of him, too.Â
You explain that you woke up late and had to buy a dress thatâs why you didnât get to him earlier. You share how you met the team and then his father, and the anticipation you felt on the way to the office to see him.Â
Jungkook narrates how his day went, saying that the interview and press conference were successful, and that he received so much praise from the artists for how the Arts Center turned out. You compliment him, too, saying how everything looks grand but that each individual space feels intimate, personal, and that you canât wait to explore it further.Â
The conversation is a good distraction, as the moment from earlier still has you reeling internally. His taste is addictive, and thereâs just so much more of him you want to see, to feel, to immerse yourself in. He seems a bit impatient, too. Heâs driving close to the speed limit, perhaps wanting to get to his place as soon as he can to continue what you both started. With everything thatâs happened, you wouldnât mind doing it all night.Â
You finally make it to his building, and he constantly pulls you close as you make your way up, with his hand snaking around your waist while you smile at him. But when he opens his door and you enter his penthouse, he keeps his distance, letting you walk through his hallway and into his kitchen as he looks on.
He walks slowly towards you and his heart starts to beat faster, knowing heâs got you alone now, and that thereâs no limit to what both of you could do. But though he wants to just take you in his arms, feel you against him again, and kiss you until you both run out of air, he decides to savor this first - the sight of you back in his apartment.Â
Itâs been so long. And with you looking as beautiful as you do in your pink dress, he wants to ingrain this image of you in his mind - happy and content, with a tender smile thatâs already healing the parts of him that once hurt.Â
âYour place looks the same as the last time I was here,â you say, looking around.
âWell, I havenât really been spending time here,â he shrugs. âI was too busy being an idiot and making this childrenâs library for this girl that Iâm really, really into to make up for it. And well, sheâs here with me now. I feel like this place is going to start feeling like home.â
âPlants would help. And maybe some personal photos,â you tease, but you reach out your hand that he takes and you pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and grazing your nose against his. âBut Iâm also here. And Iâm not going anywhere, Jungkook. I just happen to really, really be into you, too.â
He laughs, and itâs a sound you once said you want to hear all the time. You think from now on, you will.Â
âGood. Iâd like to keep you for as long as I can.â
His eyes turn serious and it makes you feel hot all over. Itâs hard not to use his playboy lifestyle as a basis for how heâd be, and you canât help but think just how good heâs going to make you feel. Thereâs always been so much tension with him that in hindsight, youâve always tried to quell or overlook, but thereâs no need for that anymore. Youâll let your desire take over, release all that lust and yearning until he knows just how much you want him in ways words could never express.Â
But just as he closes the distance between you, the doorbell rings, and his groan of frustration makes you laugh. Itâs as if the universe is edging both of you with these distractions.Â
Jungkook looks at you in apology and agony. âThat might be Mr. Ri. Or Lucas,â he says, remembering that theyâd said that theyâll drop off some of the gifts he received in celebration of today. If he doesnât answer, theyâll probably enter on their own, since heâs given them permission to.
So he lets you go and heads towards the door while you scurry to the left towards the hallway.Â
You doubt whoever it is would come all the way inside so you donât really attempt to hide, but you do lean by the wall and listen in. Youâre appeased to know itâs Mr. Ri, as you see him enter with several gifts and packages.Â
âThese are from the artists and the Board. There are art pieces in the cart outside so just bring them in,â he instructs, oblivious to you standing not far away. âThey gave you lots of alcohol, too. I thought to bring them here already for whatever reason you might need them.âÂ
The older man chuckles and finally looks up and sees you.
âAnd I assume that reason is to celebrate,â he smiles now, and you donât miss the smug look on his face that makes you feel flustered. âI was just gonna say that ___ was looking for you,â he turns to Jungkook. âLooks like sheâs found you.â
âShe⌠she did,â Jungkook smiles back.Â
âGood. Itâs about time you kids made up,â he teasingly rolls his eyes. Heavens know how much he had to deal with, with you and Jungkook being such hard-headed idiots.
âWe were in the middle of it but then we got disrupted,â Jungkook frowns, to the amusement of the older man.
âOh, I wonder who did that,â Mr. Ri teases. âI better get going then.â
He sets aside the boxes and turns to both of you.Â
âBut before I leave, I just⌠I just want to congratulate you, Jungkook. The Arts Center is a beautiful piece of artwork. And that⌠that last-minute thing you did⌠Iâm telling you now that it drove your father crazy. But he⌠he told me how proud he is of you,â he continues, his look softening as he recalls their recent conversations, including the one just before he drove here. âTo do all that for someone you care about, that takes a lot of heart. I think that you, finding it and using it is what heâs happiest about.â
His words are followed by Jungkookâs nod, perhaps in appreciation, and silence, as youâre unsure what else could be said after that. Mr. Ri excuses himself after bringing in the last set of gifts and thereâs still that soft smile on his face before he leaves.Â
Itâs happening, he thinks, and despite all the time it took for you and Jungkook to get here, he supposes it was the only way. It wouldâve been easier if he or even Yoongi or Hoseok went ahead and spoke to both of you, perhaps to say it was all a misunderstanding or that there was nothing to be afraid of, not when you both undeniably felt the same way.Â
But he also knew that you both had to come to that realization on your own, that life without each other isnât something neither of you wanted. You also had to make that decision for yourselves - to be vulnerable, to be brave, to take risks, and to find out that it would all be worth it if youâre just honest about how you feel. It seems youâve both figured it out now, and he can finally feel at ease that two of the most important people in his life can now take care of each other, and that the love he gave helped both of you to get here.
Jungkook leads him out the door then returns to you, and as he walks to where you are, youâre finally able to appreciate how he looks. Itâs just like the other times when he had an event to go to - hair slicked back, long sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his dress shirt accentuating his toned chest, and the fit of his trousers showing off the rest of his figure. You eye him up and down and he smirks at you in response.
âSo⌠you exposed yourself, Mr. Jeon,â you say, pulling the neck of his tie to bring him closer to you. âWho taught you how to use your heart like that?â
âWho knew I even had one in the first place?âÂ
âI did.â
âNot at the start though,â he says, with a hint of guilt in his eyes.
âIt was there, you were just hiding it. But I saw it. And I got used to it. Then I couldnât get enough of it, of you,â you say, meeting his eyes. âAnd now I just⌠I want more of it, Jungkook. I want all of you.â
Having you be so bold about what you want does something to him. It already got him weak in the knees when you directed his hand where you wanted it earlier and when you looked at him to grant permission about having a taste of you. Hearing you say you want all of him causes his mind to short circuit, but he recovers quickly, as he nods and releases a breath before cupping your face in his hands then crashing his mouth into yours again.Â
Itâs sloppier this time, as you both try to take in as much of each other as you can. Your tongues battle for dominance, you nibble and lick each otherâs lips, and you moan with every breath as heâs got you caged against the wall, your hands gripping on his shirt to pull him even closer.
You feel Jungkookâs length hardening as heâs flushed against you, and you grind against him, needing that friction badly. He meets your hips and releases your face from his hold, supporting your back that now arches as you chase him, as he finds purchase on your neck, licking and sucking to elicit the most obscene sounds from you. He kneads your ass while you moan his name and plead for more, and you donât think youâve ever felt this much pleasure with just this, and you canât wait for what comes after.
âPlease,â you beg, as you feel your cunt throb in pain. Â
Jungkook doesnât need you to say anything else, as he has the same desire to feel your body. Thereâs so much he wants to do to you, so much more he wants to touch and feel. He wants to know how else you sound like, what makes you lose your breath, what makes you quiver and shake. He wants to know how else his mouth could make you come and how his fingers can drive you wild. He wants to know how your mouth feels wrapped around his cock, how much of him you can take, and how itâs like to be buried deep inside your warm walls as your essence coats him.Â
He wants you right now, so he heads towards the closest room, guiding you backwards as he unzips your dress and removes your bra. His hands immediately map your bare body, feeling the shiver in your skin with every movement. You whimper when he fondles your breast, and the thought of you being sensitive to his touch makes him even harder.
The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and he guides you to lie down. He trails downward, nibbling as he goes and memorizing your body this way. His mouth reaches your waist, and from here, he finds himself intoxicated from your scent. He slowly removes your soaked underwear and the sight of your went cunt makes him throb in pain.
Youâre so fucking beautiful, he thinks to himself. He canât believe he waited so long to have you like this.
He thumbs your clit, and your continuous moans and calls of his name make him give in. He stands up and smirks at you and, taking your hand, he replaces his fingers with yours, his eyes ordering you to touch yourself.
You follow, and though it doesnât feel as good as how he does it, the pleasure hits differently when you watch him loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. All those months of doing your morning routine comes back to you - now you get to see all thatâs underneath the clothes you prepare, and when he pulls down his trousers, your mouth drops the same time it does. Heâs thick and veiny, and you canât wait to feel him inside you.Â
His eyes are on your sopping cunt while yours are on his fingers as they stroke his length, getting himself ready for you. He opens the drawer and pulls out a condom, and while thereâs the tiniest bit of disappointment, you donât mind. Itâs something youâll eventually talk about. Right now, you just want him inside of you and you call out for him another time, prompting him to smirk once again and walk towards you.
He replaces your hand with his fingers this time, and when he returns to touching you, he climbs on the bed and hovers over you, lowering himself for a searing kiss.
âGood girl,â he hums against your lips.
You lose it, as if you hadnât lost yourself already, but his deep voice and the way he grunts against your skin do something to you. You feel his cock not long after, and no amount of yearning for him could prepare you for how good he feels. He fills you up just right, and the gradual way he enters you while his eyes bore into yours has your stomach in knots and your heart beating out of your chest.Â
âFuck, fuck,â he mouths as he goes deeper. âFuck, baby, you feel so, so good.â
He hits the edge and he settles for a while, letting you get used to the feel of him, but when you start to grind against him, he decides to do the same. Â
He moves his hips, pushing then pulling out then pushing harder. He raises himself and intently watches your face distort in pleasure - your breath hitching, your lips parting, your eyes half-lidded as you moan his name, as if itâs the only word youâll remember after all this. He starts to increase the pace, loving the way your breasts bounce in response. Then he slows down, only so he could capture one of them in his mouth to suck and the other, in his hand to touch.Â
The feeling of ecstasy overtakes you. He doesnât go rough all the way, as you initially expected he would. Instead, he paces himself, going fast for a period of time and then slowing down to let both of you bask in the feel of each other. He doesnât seem to want either of you to come right away, you can tell, by the way he moves and the way he looks at you - with a kind of longing and desire that feels so intimate.
He gets back on his knees after and spreads your legs, giving him more space to pound into you, and with his hands gripping your hips, he pulls it towards him to meet his. You feel him deeper inside, and it has you holding onto your breasts, pleasuring yourself there, too, as he starts fondling your clit once again.Â
Youâre feeling everything everywhere, and your mind starts to go hazy when he lifts your leg and places it over his shoulder, allowing him to enter you from an angle that has you mewling in intense pleasure. You feel your eyes rolling out, but somehow they land on him, and the way his head tilts back while he grunts in pleasure as he caresses your thigh is a sight that you want to keep seeing. That image of his clenched jaw and strained neck will be ingrained in your mind from now on.
You continue with this pace for a while until he lowers himself and kisses you, hard and deep the same way he thrusts into your hole. With his chest flushed against yours, his mouth sucking and licking your neck, and his hand flicking your pert nipples, you come, the deep inhale and the exhale of moans echoing inside the bedroom.Â
Jungkook feels your essence despite the barrier, and itâs a kind of euphoria that pushes him to reach his peak. He hovers over you again, pinning your hands to your side for that anchor he needs. He meets your tongue with his, and then he pounds hard, wanting that high as you come down from yours. But you donât hold back, as you meet his hips and curse and tell him how good he feelsÂ
âFuck, Jungkook,â you seethe. âYou fuck me so good. Fuck, fuck, yes. Keep going, please baby. Keep going.â
Your words push him over the edge, and he crashes before he knows it. He grunts as he catches a breath, a way to express the intense pleasure he just experienced. But he sees you still panting. You may have already come but another one wonât hurt, so he nibbles on your breasts again, knowing it wonât take long. Youâre already close, and with a few more flicks of his fingers on your clit, he feels you quiver again.Â
âCome for me again, baby,â he mumbles. âI wanna hear your pretty sounds again.â
It doesnât take long. Thereâs a tone of your moan that lets him know youâve reached your peak, and he keeps that in mind for everyday that he plans on doing this to you.
You catch your breath, feeling as if youâre in a daze with what you just experienced. As you come down again, you meet his eyes. They were intense and lustful earlier but theyâre soft now, just as his smile is. Thereâs contentment on his face and adoration. He kisses your lips, and thatâs soft, too, before he turns to your side and lies on his back.Â
Jungkook feels the exhilaration from that ride with you, and he definitely wants to do it again. But he knows heâll have to recover. He turns to you and thinks that youâll need some time, too, but he canât help himself. He presses soft kisses on your torso, up until he reaches your cheek, and that causes you to smile.
He finally stands up and tells you heâll clean up, and you nod, somehow needing a moment alone to wrap your mind around what just happened.Â
Itâs different, you think, when sex is with someone you actually feel really strongly for. All the ones before donât compare. Sure, you were attracted to the men you dated, but they never made you feel anything close to this. Perhaps itâs Jungkook, but maybe itâs also you - for the first time, youâre giving more than just your time and your energy. For the first time, youâre giving your heart, too. All of it.
The thought makes you giddy. It also makes you shy because it all feels new. And it suddenly makes you hyper aware of where you are.Â
You look around. This is a new room. Other than Jungkookâs bedroom, youâve only been to his study; this door was always closed and you never had a reason to see whatâs behind it. You know he doesnât really have people over but you assume an extra bedroom is always good to have.
You start to feel cold without Jungkookâs warmth, so you shift on the end and pull the covers, burying yourself under it. You donât remember where your dress is, and youâre suddenly too shy to just head out the room and get it. Itâs at the same time that Jungkook exits the bathroom with his boxers on, and even that has you feeling all kinds of things.Â
âHey,â he says, sitting on the edge of the bed. âAre you cold?â
âA bit,â you respond.
He looks around and spots his dress shirt on the foot of the bed. He takes it and pulls away the blanket so he can make you wear it. He buttons it and fixes your hair, parting the damp strands and tucking them behind your ear. He helps you stand then you scurry towards the bathroom to clean yourself up.Â
You donât take long as you donât want to make him wait, and when you open the door, you see him with his trousers back on, fixing the bed. On top of it are your folded dress and underwear. Between that and the shirt youâre wearing, something inside you stirs as youâre reminded again of how thoughtful Jungkook is. You like him for so many reasons, and now that you get to be with him like this, youâll get to know him even more.
You donât realize youâre staring at him as he moves about until he starts walking towards you.Â
âIâll get your clothes dry cleaned. Is that okay?â
You nod, giddy again and unable to speak.Â
âI was also, uh, thinking. Do you want to spend the night with me? And maybe the one after, too?â He asks.
âIâd like that,â you smile.Â
âGood,â he smiles back, kissing you deeply. âI was really hoping we get to do more of that.â
You laugh in response even if deep inside, youâre screaming in excitement. Youâre still overwhelmed by all this, but you know that spending the evening and then waking up next to him will let you ease into this new life that you have.Â
He laughs, too, when your stomach grumbles, and you realize you havenât eaten anything since you left your motherâs house, and that was almost 12 hours ago.
âI actually donât have anything in my fridge so letâs just order out.â
You nod, and shortly after, you find yourself sitting on the couch with him, your legs laying over his lap while his fingers caress your thigh. Heâs got his arm around you and you sit there, just talking, while you wait for your dinner to arrive.Â
You stay on the dining table when it does, and you remain there after youâve both wiped out all the food. You both clean up, liking the domesticity that feels more real now, even more when he takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom.Â
âI donât have any makeup remover or anything like that,â he says from inside his bathroom. âJust cleanser. Is that okay?â
âUh, yeah, that should be fine,â you say, following him inside.Â
He places some skincare items on the counter and says that heâll buy your brand this weekend. He grabs a towel and places it on the stool next to the shower before he turns to you.Â
Thereâs a look of desire in your eyes, and though heâd initially thought that maybe youâd want to wash up on your own, the way youâre biting your lips makes him think that maybe you donât.
He walks towards you and, with his fingers fiddling with the buttons of his shirt you have on, he looks at you in question as a way to seek permission. You nod, and itâs his confirmation. Thereâs something about you speaking to him with your eyes that has him nervous, but every approval you give stirs something in him. Thereâs your shyness but thereâs also that desire to have him close.
He undoes the shirt, and though heâs already seen your bare body earlier, it still takes his breath away, as if itâs the first time heâs being graced with this, only because heâs been craving it for weeks.
Not much is said when he undresses after you, but you donât really need words. Right as he turns on the warm shower, your lips are already on his. Itâs sensual this time, as you both seem to want to savor this now that you have more time to spare. Thereâs still so much he wants to know and to feel, and he supposes thereâll be more days to learn all that.Â
But then again, that could also be today, as you kneel on the floor and take his hardening dick in your mouth. Youâre just as heavenly as he imagined, even more when you let him come on your chest and heâs dazed with how turned on you look. He finishes you off with you caged against the wall, your breasts in his mouth and his fingers inside your hole. Itâs more languid kisses once you decide to actually take a shower, and going slow as you caress each otherâs bodies is another feeling that he wants to keep having.
He gives you one of his shirts to wear before you both head to his bed. Itâs past midnight and the day has started to catch up to him. Heâs been tired since midday, and he wouldâve crashed on his couch after finishing a bottle of whiskey if you hadnât come.Â
But you did, and the past few hours have been nothing short of amazing, as if itâs a dream he doesnât believe is really happening. You lay next to his side, looking warm and comfortable with the softest smile on your face, a contrast to how you looked when you took him so deep in your mouth and moaned curses while you pulled on his hair as you came on his fingers.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â You ask him.
âA lot of things. Also nothing,â he says. âSo much has happened today and I just⌠I just wanna sleep but I also want to stay awake with you a bit longer.â
âWeâll have more time together though,â you assure him. âWe can talk about them tomorrow.â
He hums, knowing that his weekends from now on will no longer be boring like they used to be.Â
âWhat about you, what are you thinking about?âÂ
âThat your bed is so soft and your pillows smell so nice,â you respond, earning you a laugh. âBetter than the one earlier. Although come to think of it, I didnât even know you had a guest room.â
âItâs, well, uh⌠I wouldnât really call it a guest room. I donât really make people sleep there. Unless, they, uh, stay the night even if I told them not to.â
With his embarrassed face, the thought dawns on you.Â
âYou have a room specifically for your hookups?â You gasp. âYou fucked me in your hookup room!â
You donât seem angry but still, he supposes it doesnât sound good when you say it like that.
âThat⌠that was the closest room with something to lie on and I just wanted you so badly,â he explains, truly looking like he feels bad about it. âI only have that because I donât let people in my room and well, youâre here now, arenât you? I donât like people being inside my space but you⌠I want you here. Iâm sorry.â
He looks at you with apologetic eyes and you suddenly feel bad for reacting the way you did. Itâs not a big deal. Maybe it isnât ideal when you look back on it but then again, he fucked you so good, it doesnât really matter. It also doesnât matter where he does it. But maybe claiming other parts of his penthouse isnât so bad.
âItâs okay, you made up for it,â you say, kissing his pouty lips to let him know itâs fine.Â
Thereâs really nothing you can complain about, not when youâre next to him and feeling the safety and warmth of being by his side. Thereâs that comfort of being able to say and do what you want to, including expressing your desire without holding back anymore. That itself feels like freedom, and you get to live that out with him.
âWe should probably skip that room for next time,â you add. âI mean, you have a nice bathtub and a spacious closet and a large couch and a wide dining table.., you have a study, a gymâŚâ you smirk, something he does, too. âWe have so many options.â
âWe do,â he laughs, leaning in to kiss you now. âWe also have my bed, in case you forgot.â
âI was just about to say,â you giggle, sitting up and motioning for him to lie on his back. His smile is replaced with a lustful look once you start grinding against his clothed dick. âSo, uhm, shall we?â
He grabs your hips and aids your movements, immediately feeling pleasure that he fortunately isnât too tired to build on. He sits up and catches your lips in his.Â
âI can do this all night,â he whispers.
And with languid kisses and curious hands mapping each otherâs bodies, you feel the beginnings of learning what your heart could do. Right now, itâs racing, as it feels the desire to be one with him, to share in intimacy and vulnerability as you bare parts of yourself to him with no reservations.Â
You know that starting today, thereâll be more that your heart will learn to do, like understand and forgive. One day, it will heal. And as it soars and finds a home in Jungkookâs arms, you know that one day, it will learn how to love, too.
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brocon | a. oliver
⎠tags ; afab + fem!reader, unrequited love (from reader but not to oliver), presence of honorfics (nii-san mostly), incest (incestual roleplay and one sided incestual affection lol), oliver is not the older brother but he wishes he was, Too Casual About Incest in this one, oral (m!recieving), mentions of cervix fucking + deepthroating, cream pies, casual sex, 18+
⎠wc ; 2.5k
⎠a/n ; im reading too many doujinshis. everyday i become a little more insane. i miss you all. i also hate this guy.
c. consider this like a prelude by the way. im definitely going to expand on this universe rip.
also im dead fucking tired so tenses are all over the place. im gonna skip class tomorrow i think lol
⎠synopsis ; oliver is not put off by your brother complex. he probably should be.
Oliver isnât very meddlesome. Â
Heâs a captain, but thatâs as far as heâs ever willing to extend himself when it comes to getting deeply involved with other people. He loves soccer, loves strikers, etc. Annoying shit is tolerable if itâs for the love of the game. Â
So in terms of his willingness to interfere, it starts and stops at soccer. Â
The same is not true for relationships. Never has been really. He isnât sure if heâs always been like that. He got his heart broken in high school, before his career took off and get much time to think about what he wanted after. Â
Heâll never claim to be paragon of morality. Whether or not heâs pre-disposed for it, heâs been around the block and doesnât take anything too seriously. A lot of what heâs down for just depends on where heâs at and he stands to gain.Â
But, heâs always been straightforward about it so whatever. Â
 From experience, he prefers dating women with a lot to lose - career driven types. Long term, theyâre the easiest to break up with because they rarely chase after him and have little desire for the spotlight. He likes cute, innocent types too, for different reasons - but it can get messy easily so he has to be off season to fuck them or date. His type in men depends on what heâs feeling. He likes getting topped by quiet, stoic men and likes topping slutty pretty boys.Â
Case and point, Olivers type is whoever wants to fuck him and he wants to fuck too. Itâs not complicated and isnât defined by any particular thing. When it comes to appearance and personality - well heâs fine with whatever. Heâs not really interested in being exclusive. He likes to have fun and like freely, or something like that. Â
His only real criteria for sex and partnership are: discreet, sane, want to fuck him. Â
You fit one of those parameters for sure. Youâre very discreet. Â
But while you and Oliver are sleeping together, itâs not him you actually want. Â
Oliver met you a few months back. You were by yourself in the bar of a nice motel and dressed to the nines, crying alone over a drink. The game plan was simple. He would chat you up, console you, and bring you to bed. You both get to feel good, and you get to forget for a while. Â
An attempted act of kindness and sincerity. Â
He did just that too. Slid up next to you easy, bought you a drink. You were mostly sober - told him you had to drive early the next day. Alcohol was just to soothe your broken heart. You broke down after that. Red-rimmed watery eyes, barely keeping it together - it didnât take much effort for Oliver to get you to open up. Apparently someone you loved had just got married. You even gave a speech for the wedding. Sobbed a little about how youâre happy heâs happy but youâre devastated. Â
Oliver offered you a shoulder to cry on. Whispered in your ear real sweet about licking each others wounds for the night. How heâd be happy to help you forget. You went back to your hotel with little fuss. And heâs a half decent bastard after all, so he didnât go too hard on you during the sex. Gave you boyfriend treatment as a consolation prize for your efforts. Foreheads pressed together, arms around his shoulders, lots of kissing and making eye contact. Â
That kind of sex is fun sometimes, at least when itâs not very serious. Â
You had great compatibility in bed. Some post coital pillow talk also revealed that your mutual interests meshed pretty well - so you decided to see each other again for the purposes of fucking. Oliver needs a reliable partner who wonât try to ruin his career and you need a shoulder to lean on and forget about your true love. Â
It was working out well for him really. And like he said, heâs not really the type to pry into other peoples affairs. Â
For better or for worse though, having frequent sex with someone usually gets you acquainted with random aspects of their life. The friends parts of friends with benefits usually means youâre seeing some part of them you didnât sign up for. Â
It took three months of sleeping with you, around the 8th time you met up for sex, for him to realize who your unrequited love actually was. Â
He thought it mightâve been someone off limits from the way you spoke about it. Though you tended to avoid the subject altogether. Â
Had he known he was going to get involved with a girl that has the worst brother complex heâs ever seen, he wouldâve reconsidered seeing you again. Â
Maybe. Or maybe not. Â
Truthfully, Oliver is less bothered by brocon thing than he thought heâd be. He hadnât realized because of anything you told him. Just that once, you were laying on his chest when you got a call in the middle of the night from your older brother.Â
Youâre not the sweet type, to put it bluntly. Oliver would categorize you as the working professional sort with a lot to lose - high spec and calculating. Aside from the night he met you, heâd never seen you act in a way he would consider needy or childish - even after sex. Or ever, really - even when something happens that might garner that response. Â
Seeing the way your eyes lit up, the way your whole demeanor changed as you spoke with him on the phone. It didnât take a genius to figure it out. He didnât have plans to confront you about it at the time. It wasnât really his business, or at least thatâs what he told himself.Â
At a certain point though, he felt like he couldnât dance around it. Â
He brought it up on a whim one night. Regretted it because he liked your current relationship and didnât want it to end, but he felt it had to be done. Â
He doesnât know what exactly he was expecting, if anything at all. He thought youâd cuss him out or something. Tell him to fuck off and mind his business. Tell him to not be gross, maybe. Â
But he didnât expect tears, nor did he expect the childish sadness that came along with the mere mention of you beloved nii-san. Â
That had made him wanna pry. Â
It wasnât hard to get you to open up about it. Frankly, he didnât actually give a shit about the incest part, so you felt safe enough to tell him when he asked. Your older brother was basically your whole life. Youâre half siblings, abandoned by the same parent. You had a rough upbringing but your older brother took care of you and sacrificed a lot. You realized you were in love with him in middle school and kept it in since. Heâs about four years older than you and his wife is a very gentle person. Â
Oliver isnât concerned about the details. Heâs nosy - so he asks but he wouldnâtâve forced you if you didnât want to talk about it. But it seems like you really did, since you were happy to tell him anything on your mind. Â
You wereâŚdifferent after that. After he knew, you relaxed considerably. He didnât think of you as guarded until you stopped being that way and started acting more⌠docile. Â
Oliver doesnât mind that change either, which is shocking for him. Usually youâre far off but after you cum, you soften up and act kind of⌠cute. Â
 Youâre a little clingier, and generally speaking - sweeter to him when youâre guard is down. Itâs not like youâre doing it on purpose. You never ask Oliver to treat you any softer or get demanding with him. And thereâs never an instance where he has to worry about if thatâll change because as nice as you are to him, itâs clear as day that no one in the world will ever surpass your affection for your older brother. Â
(Once, after sex, Oliver asks you what you like about about your older brother. The question comes as a shock to you both, but mostly to him because he isnât sure why he thinks to ask. Youâre happy enough to answer it though. According to you, heâs perfect. Â
Heâs kind and thoughtful, gentle and doting, tall, strong and handsome. Youâve got little hearts in your eyes when you say all this. You add towards the end that part of the reason you sleep with Oliver is because theyâre so different you can forget all about it. Â
He laughs at that, but he isnât sure how sincere it is.)Â
As time goes by, Oliver never gets totally used to the change. As soon as you get a call or text from your beloved nii-san, you perk up like all the life has been breathed back into you. He hears you talk sometimes and itâs clear that your brother also probably has a bit of a sister complex. Â
 Youâre more open around Oliver sure - but it pales in comparison to when you get a call from him. How could a person be so different? He assumes the answer is love, but he canât wrap his head around it having that much impact on your character. Â
Oliver tries not to think about it. Â
Youâve continued sleeping together out of habit and as time went by - you started to hang out for no real reason. Itâs remained casual. You never want anything from him except dick and sometimes attention, but its clear that it isnât from the one sided hope of becoming his girlfriend. And he knows almost too well that you donât care for him in a special way because he knows what that looks like on you - and every kindness youâve shown him is just who you are. Â
Itâs not like Oliver isnât keenly aware of all of that. Â
But it doesnât stick until he offers up roleplaying with you on a whim. Â
He suggests it to fuck with you really. And maybe because heâs a little irritated by it. He wants to upset you a little, petty as it is. See how you react. He was expecting you to get pissed off, maybe even cuss him out a little over being a jerk. Â
That is not the reaction he receives. Instead you flush all over. Your hands fist on your knees and you get shy over just the prospect. Heâs had you bent in every position known to man but heâs never seen you more embarrassed then the very idea of uttering the name nii-san in relation to sex. Â
You do have a moment of sobriety after the fact, hit him with your pillow and tell him not to be a dick. Â
But then, he canât let it go. So he grabs you by the wrist and says itâs fine. Itâs what heâs here for isnât he? Always has been. Â
Only seeing it does it start to really click. Â
Itâs the most intense sex youâve ever had , and it doesnât feel profoundly fucked up until you take his dick into your mouth. Hearts in your eyes while he strokes your hair, swallowing his cock - nuzzling it, kissing, it and being so devoted he doesnât know if heâs the most unlucky man alive or the least. Â
Youâre always a sight for sore eyes when youâre hoping to please him somehow. Youâre a little haughty in bed in a way heâs intoâÂ
But fuck, itâs different when youâre doing it for your big brother. Heâs never seen you so horny in his life. Touching yourself so desperately while youâre deepthroating his length, eyes rolling back into your skull as you swallow him all the down to the base. Moaning into it even as you gag and hiccup and spit.. Drool clinging to your lips, stretched all the way to the corners - wetness sliding down the curve of your neck and chest. Your face flush, damp tears clinging to your lashes while he strokes his thumb against your cheek and tells you the same few words over and over. Â
Nii-sanâs so proud of you. Youâre being so good for your me. Over and over, reinforcing it again and again. Hearing the words and just thinking of it seem to be enough for you. Â
Itâs about the same when he does finally fucks you. Oliver gets into it at the end. Puts you in a full nelson and fucks you stupid, the head of his cock battering into you and demanding to be let in. You feel good split apart on his dick - pussy stretched so tight it barely fits him. Â
You always do your best to take him, but he sees what the affection does to you. You get so horny that you spread your legs without being fucked open on his fingers first. Your body is responsive to it. He almost feels bad for your brother, not getting to know what it feels like. Oliver is only playing pretending but your cunt squeezes his dick so tight, holds onto him like it doesnât want to let go. Itâs not even the real thing yet your body is keen on milking him. Built and bred like it was made for your older brother to fuck. Â
Heâll never get the chance too. Oliver relishes in it more than he can be honest about. Â
Once heâs inside, you tell Oliver in a lust drunk haze that nii-san can have whatever he wants. Thatâs when he knows youâre running on nothing but lust. And by then, he is too. You whimper when he moves - say yes when he hisses that heâs gonna fuck you deep enough to flood your cervix. Nod desperately when he offers to fuck your cervix open too. Â
Itâs nothing but filthy bullshit but the words come out easier as his cock keeps slipping out of you from how wet you are over the thought alone. Â
It finally settles in when when youâve nearly fucked yourself unconscious. Riding his cock with your tshirt pulled up over your tits, eyes closed and legs wobbling - saying it over and over. Begging for your brother who you love so dearly while you fuck on him with all the strength in your hips. Â
Seeing that makes him realize that heâs not a stand-in. Â
Only because itâs an impossible outcome in the first place. Â
Itâs the first time he cums inside of you, and the first time you cry after sex. Oliver holds you afterwards. You whisper a thank you so sincere to him afterwards he loses his fucking mind, all soft and watery and needy. Donât protest when he pulls you into a bath or holds you. Â
You stay with him through the night and he realizes right about then that heâs completely and utterly fucked.Â
Itâs his karma, he assumes. Wanting a girl who has a severe brother complex is Oliverâs own special hell - hand crafted to make him feel as fucked up as possible. Â
But damn does he want you bad anyway. Â
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just bestfriends ? jake x reader smau
when jake n y/n, long time best friend, are known for being platonic soulmate or at least both being really oblivious to each other feelings. n it can only get complicated when a new student starts to flirts w y/n
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ŕ¨1ৠi just posted for him
ŕ¨2ৠlove triangle
ŕ¨3ৠyou're gonna join heesung arms đĽş
ŕ¨4ৠjust wait for the date mferrr
ŕ¨5ৠare you mad at me ?
ŕ¨6ৠit's a date then đ
ŕ¨7ৠhe LIKES you
ŕ¨8ৠlies doesn't look good on you pretty
ŕ¨9ৠokay chat wish me good luck
ŕ¨10ৠi ain't gay but lowky wishing it was me
ŕ¨11ৠsickness will never stop me
ŕ¨12ৠineed to go out bfeore i telljake evretihng
ŕ¨13ৠsleeping on y/n couch isnt funny AT ALL
ŕ¨14ৠi kissed her.
ŕ¨15ৠmission successfully achieved
profils :
⢠jake's
⢠y/n's
⢠new student : heesung
⢠friend 1 ( closer to jake ) : jay
⢠friend 2 ( closer to y/n) : sunghoon
⢠friend 3 : niki
notes : excuse me for my inactivity !! i think posting once a day did me more bad than good n i truky needed a break >< as im not ready to write yet here a smau ive had prepzred since forever. its my first but i still hope it will be good >< first episode will come out tonight áľáľ
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When They're All Home
Tags: Fluff, Bruce Wayne x Wife Reader, Batkids, Batfamily goodness WC: 910 words Summary: Surrounded by laughter and love, you cherish this fleeting moment of peace, knowing your family is finally homeâeven if just for tonight.
A/N: Hello! It's been a few weeks since I've last posted. I was feeling very burnt out with writing and didn't feel like I was providing the quality you all deserve. School and life also really started to pick up for me.... Buttttt I hope that this little fluffy one shot makes up for my absence!
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The halls of Wayne Manor were bustling in a way that hadnât happened in ages. The grand old house seemed to come alive with the unmistakable hum of voices, footsteps, and laughterâyes, even laughter. The rare symphony of the entire Wayne family being home at once.
You paused at the top of the grand staircase, gazing down as everyone settled in, a soft smile gracing your lips. Bruce came up behind you, placing a warm hand on your back, and for a moment, the two of you watched in contented silence.
âTheyâre all here,â you murmured, a soft warmth filling your chest. It didnât happen often, not with the unique and sometimes complicated lives they each led. But tonight? Tonight, they were all home.
âFeels like the old days, doesnât it?â Bruce whispered back, his deep voice low and gentle in your ear.
âBetter,â you replied, eyes still taking in the sight below. Dick was laughing, arm around Timâs shoulder as he animatedly recounted a story. Jason was by the window, looking like he might want to bolt but staying all the same, an amused smirk as he watched his brothers. Damian, his usual stoic self, pretended not to care but stuck close to you, his hand brushing yours as he leaned on the banister. Even Alfred was here, his dignified smile softened by the rare moment of togetherness.
âI just canât believe theyâre all here. All of them under one roof again.â You leaned into Bruce, letting yourself feel the happiness that filled your heart as you saw each of your boys together.
Downstairs, Dick was the first to catch sight of you both, his grin brightening as he waved you over. âHey! Are you guys just gonna stand there all night, or are you going to come down and join us?â
Bruce smirked, giving you a look. âDuty calls.â
Hand in hand, the two of you descended the stairs, and as soon as you hit the landing, Dick pulled you both into a bear hug, one arm slung over each of you. "Glad you two decided to grace us with your presence,â he teased.
âOh, we wouldn't miss this for the world,â you replied, hugging him back tightly. "Iâm so glad youâre all here. It feels likeâŚhome.â
Jason scoffed from his spot by the window. âGetting sentimental already, huh?â But the hint of a smile softened his usual bravado.
You walked over, gently taking his hand. âIf I didnât know better, Jason, Iâd say you missed us.â
He rolled his eyes, but the way he squeezed your hand back let you know he felt it, too. âDonât push your luckâŚMa.â
Your heart skipped, warmth spreading as you smiled at him. âNoted, Jason.â
The evening passed in a blur of laughter, memories, and everyone catching up on life. Tim and Damian found themselves in a surprising truce as they argued over strategy in one of their favorite board games. Dick made a dramatic performance of acting out stories from his latest missions, keeping everyone in stitches. Even Jason relaxed, offering up a few quips that had everyone laughing.
After dinner, you found yourself in the kitchen, tidying up while everyone was in the living room. You paused, leaning against the counter, letting the warmth of the night settle over you. They werenât all your biological kids, but they were yours all the same. Your family, each of them so different yet so loved.
Bruce walked in, placing a hand on your shoulder. âYou okay?â
âIâm perfect,â you said, reaching up to lace your fingers through his. âI just⌠I love them so much, Bruce. Seeing them all together like this makes me feelâŚâ You trailed off, unsure if there was even a word for how full your heart felt.
He gave you a rare, gentle smile. âThey love you too. More than you know.â And then, after a pause, he added, âYouâre the reason theyâre all here. Youâre what brought us all together.â
You shook your head with a soft laugh. âWell, I donât know about that.â
âI do,â Bruce said, pulling you into his arms. âTheyâre home because of you.â
The two of you lingered in the kitchen, wrapped in each otherâs warmth, until you heard Timâs voice call from the living room. âAre you two planning on hiding in there all night, or are we actually going to watch this movie, Mom?â
With a laugh, you and Bruce rejoined the group, taking your place among them. As the evening wore on, the boys began to drift off one by one, settling into the manorâs rooms or simply crashing on the couches. Jason fell asleep in an armchair, Damian nestled himself into a corner of the sofa with a book, and Dick was sprawled on the floor next to Tim, both of them talking quietly until their voices faded into the night.
When you and Bruce finally retired to your room, you glanced out the door one last time, your heart so full it ached.
âTheyâll be off saving the world again tomorrow,â you murmured as you slipped under the covers, feeling Bruceâs arm wrap around you.
âBut tonight, theyâre home,â he replied, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. And with that, you drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the comfort of knowing that, for this one night, you had your whole family right where they belonged.
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request !! oscar and the reader being in a secret relationship because reader is besties w cesar - but cesar gets reader into trouble w rival gang and reader gets hurt - so oscar goes off on cesar and gets emotional , revealing that he loves her
a/n: AAAA CLOCK ITTT
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The air in Freeridge felt heavier than usual as you walked beside Cesar, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. You and Cesar were closeâbest friends since middle school, and even as things got more complicated with gang affiliations, that hadnât changed. But there was a secret lying between you and Cesar. A big one. You were dating his older brother, Oscar. It was something neither of you felt ready to share, especially considering Oscarâs reputation as the leader of the Santos and Cesarâs fierce loyalty to him.
As the two of you strolled down the street, joking about your days, Cesarâs mood shifted. He spotted the familiar spray-painted logo of the Santos tagged on an old building wallâbut it had been vandalized, with a bright green âProphetsâ scrawl painted over it. You felt his shoulders tense immediately, a flare of anger lighting in his eyes.
âCesar, leave it. Itâs not worth it,â you urged, eyeing the small group of Prophets leaning against a nearby wall. They looked relaxed, but there was an edge to them, a readiness that made you uneasy.
Cesar shook his head, his pride getting the best of him. âNah, Iâm not letting this slide.â Before you could stop him, he was striding toward them, chest puffed, fists clenched.
You trailed close behind, heart racing. âYou dumb? Weâre outnumbered,â you hissed, but he wasnât listening.
One of the Prophets, a tall guy with a cruel smile, noticed him. âLook whoâs here, little Santo himself,â he sneered. Cesarâs jaw tightened, and you could tell he was holding back a retort, his pride clashing with his common sense.
Cesarâs eyes flashed with defiance as he held his ground, voice steady yet brimming with intensity. âI donât know what youâre thinking,â he said, each word laced with resolve, âbut you donât mess with Santos territory.â
The Prophetâs smirk grew wider, fueled by the challenge. âOh? And whatâre you gonna do about it, huh?â he taunted, crossing his arms as his crew moved closer, their postures tense and ready. The atmosphere shifted, thick with the weight of unspoken threats and the undercurrent of trouble brewing.
You edged closer to Cesar, whispering urgently, âCâmon, letâs go. We can come back when we got more people to back us.â But Cesar didnât flinch, his gaze locked on the Prophet, determined not to back down.
The confrontation escalated quickly. Tensions flared, taunts were exchanged, and you saw Cesar start to lose his temper. âYou touch one of my homies, then both of yâall getting shot the fuck up.â The Prophet warned, lifting the hem of his shirt to reveal the gun strapped against his waist, causing you to swallow back a anxious cry. Then, one of the Prophets threw the first punch. Cesar swung back, but before he could land a hit, you jumped in, trying to pull him away.
âCesar, stop! Youâre gonna get us fucking killed!â you shouted, but just as you tugged on his arm, you felt a sharp, searing pain as one of the Prophet members struck you across the face. The world tilted, and for a moment, you tasted the metallic tang of blood on your lip.
If you hadn't stopped Cesar, the flash of a gun in the Prophet's waistband suggested this could've ended far worse. The Prophet smirked, his hand hovering near the weapon as he eyed you both, taunting Cesar without a word.
The tense silence was broken only by the wail of approaching sirens, sending the Prophets scattering into the night, leaving you and Cesar standing alone in the street. Cesar immediately turned to you, his face pale as he saw the blood on your lip.
âShit, Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry,â he stammered, guilt and worry flashing in his eyes as he reached out, his hand hovering over the bruise forming on your cheek.
âItâs okay, Ces,â you mumbled, brushing it off with a shaky smile. âIâll survive.â
He stayed close to your side, helping you as you walked back to the Santosâ house. When you entered, Oscar was there, his eyes immediately narrowing as he saw you leaning against Cesar, the blood on your lip and the faint bruise forming on your cheek. His face darkened, and without missing a beat, he took two strides over to Cesar.
âWhat the hell happened?â Oscar demanded, his voice low and furious, every inch the Santos leader. The weight of his words hung in the air, charged with tension.
Cesar looked down, guilt washing over him like a wave. âOscar, I didnât mean for it to go down like that. I thoughtâI thought I could handle it,â he stammered, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.
Oscarâs expression hardened, eyes blazing with a mix of anger and worry. âThought you could handle it? You donât get to put her in danger like that! You know how these fools roll, mano. They donât just mess around; theyâll pull heat in a heartbeat!â His voice trembled, caught between fury and a fear he couldnât shake. âYou put her life on the line over what? Some dumb pride?â
âCâmon, bro, it was justââ
âJust what?â Oscar cut him off, his voice rising. âYouâre better than this! You know better! Iâll be damned if you ever let this happen again!â
The weight of his words, the way his voice cracked ever so slightly, sent a jolt through you. Oscarâs hand reached out to gently touch your cheek, his thumb grazing the bruise as he examined you with a mix of concern and fury, his eyes dark like storm clouds ready to break, âIâm fine, Oscar.â You mumbled, although the wrath that lingered in the air seemed to overshadow your quiet voice.
Cesarâs voice was quiet, regret heavy in the air. âIâm sorry, Oscar. I didnâtââ His voice cracked under the unbearable tension, ââI didnât think.â
Oscar turned his intense gaze on Cesar, and you could see the fierce protectiveness in his eyes. âYou never think, Cesar. Sheâs not just some homie you can drag into trouble. Sheâsâsheâs more than that.â He paused, the words weighing on him like lead. âI love her, mano. And Iâll be damned if I let you or anyone else put her into this war.â Oscarâs voice dropped to a low growl. âYou think this is a game? These fools donât play by the same rules we do. Next time, it could be worse. You gotta watch out for her, just like I do.â
Cesarâs eyes widened, shock evident on his face, but Oscar didnât wait for him to respond. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close, his hand steadying your shaking shoulders. You leaned into his embrace, finally letting yourself feel the sting of the bruise, the warmth of his hold easing the lingering fear.
Oscarâs gaze remained locked on Cesar, a silent warning. He was furious, yes, but there was a deeper truthâone that neither of you had dared to reveal until now. The intensity of his stare seemed to speak volumes, each second stretching into a silent testament of his feelings. As he held you, his fingers brushing softly over your skin, you felt a warmth radiating from him, a protective shield that made the chaos around you fade into the background.
In that moment, you realized this wasnât just anger; it was a fierce declaration of love. You could feel it in the way he held you close, as if anchoring you to safety amid the storm brewing outside. The world outside was filled with dangerârival gangs, family tensionsâbut here, in this moment, you knew nothing would ever make him let you go. He would fight for you, stand against anyone who dared threaten your safety, and that realization filled you with a sense of belonging you had longed for.
As you exchanged a glance with Cesar, the air thick with unresolved tension, it hit you that this was a turning point. You had to choose your battles wisely, and your heart chose Oscar without hesitation. The love between you wasnât just a secret; it was a bond forged in the fires of chaos and loyalty. And as Oscar tightened his grip, you knew you would face whatever came next together, unbreakable and united, ready to take on the world side by side.
#omb#on my block#on my block x reader#fanfic#oneshot#spooky#reader insert#spooky x reader#cesar diaz#oscar diaz x fem!reader
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I'll never write it so gonna post the abandoned idea for it here (also as a reminder, all my fic ideas are for grabs unless stated otherwise so if someone wants to pick it up, be my guest)
Red strings of fate/Soulmates AU
You are connected to your soulmate by a red thread only you and your soulmate can see and touch (and cut). When your soulmate dies, the thread solidifies and becomes heavier, as long as the distance between the soulmates was the time one of them died â almost like a chain.
Jake and Bradley find out they're soulmates early on in flight school â it's hard not to when the thread pulls tauter and tauter until they finally meet in the same classroom and they can see the other end of the thread for the first time.
There's fascination, there's the thrill of sneaking around (they should disclaim it, as soon as they learn, so it can be put in their records, but they never do) and everything is new and bright. They start to treasure the string, turning around their fingers and finding joy in noticing the other end twitching and pulling â with time, they notice the motions translate over the tread no matter how far away they are.
They make up a system of pulls and tags, using Morse code and it becomes something else, they become something else â in the air, wordlessly in sync, on the ground, talking to each other whenever they want, during sleepless nights and separate schedules and long-distance deployments.
Until.
Things start getting complicated. Bradley has commitment and abandonment issues, Jake's an all-or-nothing type of guy and just being soulmates isn't enough.
They go their separate ways. Bradley still, sometimes, when he can't sleep and the night makes him feel like nothing has a sense or a purpose, sends little messages down the thread. He never gets replies.
The day they meet again at the Hard Deck, Jake suspects Bradley is coming for the same assignment. The stringâs been getting lighter and lighter the whole night, dropping down, no longer stretched to its limit.
They try to ignore the string the whole time the training goes on, but Mav still suspects. He doesn't say anything, but he feels like history is repeating itself.
When Mav and Bradley are arguing in the debriefing room and Warlock comes in, he doesn't say anything but Mav looks down at his own wrist and his face turns white and Bradley knows at that moment.
(Whether Mav and Ice are soulmates and married or they are soulmates but Ice still married Sarah, that's up for discussion).
During the whole funeral, Mav rolls the invisible thread around his wrist, moving onto his arm when it's not enough.
It's at that moment â Bradley decides Jake will never have to do the same.
The minute he turns around for Mav, he makes up a plan in his head.
They find each other in the snow, and argue, but by the end of it, Mav is making up a crazy plan and they'll try to return in one piece. Try being the keyword.
He pulls on the string, the thread between his thumb and index finger.
Mav frowns. "What are you doing?"
"Sending a message before we go."
He repeats it, just in case Jake hasn't realized in time to catch the whole thing at first. And then he starts looking through the pockets of his life vest.
âHeâs not walking around with a dead manâs chain, Mav.â
Mav tries to stop him the second he realizes what Bradley is going to do but it's too late â with the same knife he cut his parachute off, he cuts off the thread, close to his wrist, letting it fall limping into the snow, red almost looking like droplets of blood.
It takes Jake a minute to realize that the tagging is a physical feeling, not just wishful thinking formed by his imagination.
The carrier deck is a mess, the foxtrot teams returned, Phoenix is now arguing with the admirals about Rooster's position â he might not be dead, sir â and the ringing in Jake's ears doesn't stop until he looks down at his wrist, and sees the string moving, the pulling a rhythmic, well-known motion.
Aloud, breaking up the vivid discussion about Maverick and Rooster's status, he says, âRooster is alive, heâsâheâs talking,â and it almost feels like it's someone else using his voice.
âWhat do you mean, Hangman? His comm is silent.â
âCan feel it on the string, itâs still red and heâsâ heâs tugging in Morse code,â he says. He closes his eyes and lets himself be pulled by the wrist. âS-O-R-RâSorry, heâsâsorry andâandâI-LâShit, no.â
I-L-Y
The string flops down, loose. âNoââ
He cut it. He cut it because it's still red and not gray but still too limp and he knows it. His wrist feels too light, too free.
When Bradley lands on the carrier, his wrist is bare and the thread pools around Jake's feet. It doesn't magically reconnect when they touch, when they shake hands.
Jake tries to desperately find the other end, carrying rolls and piles of it with him as he follows Bradley to the med bay.
âJake, justâjust cut it,â he tells him. âItâs going to connect you again in a day or two.â
Jake ignores him, pulling miles and miles of the thread into circled piles next to Bradley's bed. He can't see the floor â it's just red and red and nothing else.
âNo,â is all Jake says. âNot to you.â
It'll find him a new match, connect the thread to someone else, to someone who isn't Bradley.
"Bring me some scissors," Bradley says. He almost feels bad, when Jake's gaze turns up to him, glaring with shiny eyes. "Just do as I say for once."
Wordlessly, looking like it pains him, Jake brings him disposable scissors.
Bradley grabs his hand before he can move away, pulls about three feet of the thread from the pile, and cuts off the excess on the floor.
He wraps it around his own wrist, the string thin and soft, and a little clumsily ties it into a loop over his arm. When he leans away again, the thread takes a second, taut, and then stretches with the distance, like it has always done.
Jake stares at it, too focused and too absent. "That's the shittiest knot I've ever seen."
Bradley huffs. "Well, you gotta learn to live with it."
#can you tell i used to specialize in soulmates au fanfics#the ideas are endless#tgm#hangster#icemav mention#weirdly enough it was inspired by both me and my partner knowing morse code (kinda) and tinkering with the idea f buying bondtouch bracelet#you know the ones where the other person can feel when you tap yours
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some rhaenicent fic recommendations
grey ridge (rĂl liatroma) by molter ( @molter-writes ) - married with kids; business drama; theyâre sickeningly cute; arguably the best thing ive read in the fandom; 10 out of 10; read it like 6 times; if you havenât read it dude what are you waiting for
ride the dragon (and do it quickly)Â by molter - the #roadtrip fix itÂ
love is complicated by molter - Alicent is an actress and Rhaenyra is her rich best friend; they idiots and theyâre in love; Laena is featured and she is fed up
leaf and blade by molter  - itâs summer; theyâre hiding their relationship; theyâre teachers; and my all time favorite tag âharwin gets a whistleâÂ
bodhrĂĄn beat by molter - read the tags. its by molter trust me its good.
cleopatra by dontaskmedude   - divergence from episode 4; Joffery does not die; Laenor and Rhaenyra do everything right; Alicent and Rhaenyra raise their kids togetherÂ
someone to watch me die by dontaskmedude  - this is just, this is just depressing; good but depressing; like if hurt/no comfort is your thing this is for you; itâs just so, so sad; kinda Alicent in chains/Rhaenyra half year queen era with some timeline tweaks but no happy ending; do not read this if you want them to be happyÂ
Untouchable by mylordshesacactus - young rhaenicent; if Aemma never died and if Alicent never married viserys; i love this story so much you dont get it
Blame it on Fate by Lumyart ( @lumyart ) - theyâre rival co hosts; well, actually, theyâre rival co hosts in Alicentâs mind; Rhaenyra is thoroughly enamored (as per usual)Â
you don't know what love is (if you don't put up a fight) by tansymeadows - viserys manages to last a couple extra days and Rhaenyra returns after Alicent blinked her pretty brown eyes and said âyouâve only just arrivedâ
The Silver Queen and the Lady in Green by WanderingFan - idk how to explain this; honestly just read it; itâs really good; slow burn; like incredibly slow burn im on chapter 26 rn and theyâve only just become friends a couple chapters ago but god is it worth itÂ
is it too soon to do this yet ('cause I know it's delicate)Â by Arvedui - episode 1 divergence; itâs cute; theyâre cuteÂ
would it be enough (if i could never give you peace?) by Arvedui  - Jeyne Arryn my beloved; you and Laena would get along splendidly when it comes to these two nitwits ( i say with affection)Â
Midnights Like This by pure_black_wings - based on Taylorâs album; college setting; slow burn
Duty and Sacrifice (A History of Rhaenyra the Blessed by Archmaester Gyldayn) by TheIronDragon10Â Â (@theirondragonrants) - now when i say i love this story i mean i LOVE this story; if you ever wanted to know what the House of the Dragon looked like thoroughly united then LOOK NO FURTHER; top tier; itâs wonderful; it has angst, it has joy, it has family and sibling vibes, it has slow burn, it has pain and healing and love everything i could ever want from a realistic version of canon where my girls can be happy; emphasis on realistic because the irondragon does not pull any punchesÂ
Cleaving to Rhaenyra by WanderingFan - another episode 4 divergenceÂ
youâve got your demons (darlinâ they all look like me) by geralehane  ( @geralehane ) - the reincarnation auÂ
lying (in the hollows of your heart) by wakesiren ( @wakesirens)  - read this for the last scene of chapter 3 and thank me later; update: READ THIS FOR CHAPTER FOUR AND THANK ME LATER
towers and dragons verse by beepboop (permanganato) - Alicent is one adorable nerd okay and Rhaenyra just loves herÂ
what is it good for? by bluebaric ( @viscountcrow ) - arranged marriage au; Rhaenyra is a war hero; Alicent is perpetually terrified for her life Â
tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart by alphayamergo  ( @sydneysageivashkov ) - this was just, this was just hilarious; like picture Corlys and Otto snarling at each other from across the council room trying to convince Rhaenyra to marry either Alicent or Laena and thatâs what this is
thine is the queendom by liadrell ( @lesbianalicent ) - this was an excellent read, really good character dive on alicent
Ember to Flame by CrowSaint (@ dayneonychus ) - intriguing conceptsÂ
our shadow over the sea by queensmooting - sigh
Long Live Our Queens! by WanderingFan - theyâre gonna kill their fathers and theyâre gonna rule together and itâs gonna be great
blood in your mouth (I wish it was mine) by dontaskmedude - this made me shed some tears
Of Our Own Accord by 99bad_habits ( @99bad-habits ) - canât wait to see how this turns out; canon divergence at 1x08; Viserys lives long enough and Rhaenyra returns on dragonback and our girls get to co-rule
and i'll still see it, until i die by irridescence - h e a r t b r e a k i n g; starts around the winter fever and goes backward from there
by choice by alicents - co-parenting rhaenicent my beloveds <3; family fluff told in segments in a non-linearly fashion; it's cute; they're cute; something to read while canon is breaking your heart
good luck, babe! by somebodytoundress ( @somebodytoundress )- based on the song by chappell roan; they're friends reconnecting after 10 years about to play lead love interests in a movie. give the song a listen and give the fic a read
am i making you feel sick? by  somebodytoundress - rhaenyra is a vampire. need i say more
fault lines by rogueorbit ( @rogueorbit ) - 1x08 canon divergence; rhaenyra returns on dragonback and her and alicent make peace; alicent plays otto like a fiddle while rhaenyra stands back and chants "i'm in love with you"
once more, to see you by Jazzfordshire ( @jazzfordshire ) - 2x03 canon compliant. takes place after their sept talk. bittersweet as hell. supercorp fans rejoice because jazz wrote it.
And in the Darkness, Hearts Aglow by mrdcai ( @mrdcai ) - #valyrianmagicbabies need i say more
Desire (I want to turn into you) by mrdcai - they're friends with benefits because they're fucking idiots
lately i've been crying (like a tall child) by noheteroexplanation ( @noheteroexplanation ) - this has one of the best characterizations of alicent i've ever read. it's told from her pov from the beginning of season 2 come forward with minor changes and goes into speculation for the rest of the show. heavy, heavy book spoilers.
itâs a craving, not a crush by BeastGirl2k14 - did someone say toxic modern au rhaenicent with some vampire action thrown in for fun? (alicent with a fang kink for the win)
Where love is elsewhere held and she lingered by koyuki_kazahana - alicent runs. rhaenyra runs after her. there are book spoilers in this.
there you go again by floodonthefloor ( @floodonthefloor ) - they're actors. they're childhood best friends. they were fuck buddies in uni and that really messed them up. they haven't spoken in years. they're now starring in a movie together. alicent kinda hates rhaenyra's guts but she still wants to jump her bones. trust me. it's good
try not to let go by floodonthefloor - they dated in uni. they broke up. and now they're back in each other's lives. that's gonna go well.
thereâs more i just got tired so feel free to add your own; there are also other stories by these authors (Wandering, wakesiren, somebodytoundress, mrdcai to name a few) which I have not put here that are also enjoyable so you can check them outÂ
#rhaenicent#rhaenyra targaryen#alicent hightower#hotd#i truly think i consume a ridiculous amount of fic so here#i also feel like ive just given you all a peak into my soul#also if i missed anyone's blogs im very very sorry i probably couldn't find the name of it#fic recs#rhaenicent fic recs#fic rec#otp: doomed by the narrative#rhaenyra x alicent
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Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader.
Oooo part 4 already, thank you all for your likes and support! Iâm so glad people are reading this stuff hahaha, anyway this chapter is gonna be broken apart into part 5 as well purely cos idk I got a bit of writers block on this chapter. But thank you for all your support& feedback, Iâm going to incorporate it more into part 5 (without spoiling).
If anybody wants continuously tagging in this series / removing let me know!
@benbarneslut @dinodumbass
Daniel finds it impossible to think straight when sheâs around, heâs becoming more and more intoxicated by her and when heâs finished a training session with the lack of her fathers presence, he soughtâs her out once againâŚ
Sighing, she lent over the paddock balcony, watching Daniel doing lap after lap on the Monegasque track. There was something so sexy about watching a man being so passionate and determined, not to mention dominant on the track. She knew he was training his ass off, like he always had, he was ready to race for Alpha Tauri, in one weeks time, barely having a day off.
Phone and cameras were pointed towards her, capturing several pictures of the beautiful girl. She was glowing, radiant in her pastel green summer dress. The wind blew her hair, into a picturesque mess. She knew about the attention, but shied away. A soft smile was thrown their way, before she gave Daniel one last glance and headed back to the bar inside.
Daniel. She couldnât get the Australian off her mind. There obviously was a crush there, but the feelings that lingered around after their sexual encounters was complicated. Deep down, she knew she liked him. But another side of her worried he would never reciprocate her feelings. Everything between them had been strictly friendly for the past week, well apart from the time their hands met under a table. Daniel seemed to walk out of the room later that evening with his head hung in shame. Y/n couldnât quite understand it. It hurt her feelings.
One minute he was texting her at 1AM, or telling her how beautiful she looked, the next he had the most guilty expression lingering on his face. There was nothing inappropriate between them, yeah she was younger, but it wasnât weird, nor was it creepy. The only other thing was that her dad was so close to Daniel. He was their team principle- not that heâd banish Daniel for finding out, but she supposed no father wanted to know his daughters business with⌠one of his friends.
In the end, she just came to the conclusion than it was nothing more than an extreme sexual attraction, as did he (both obviously deluded). Her hunger was insatiable, as was his. When he came off the track, he caught a sight of the back of her. She was walking alone, phone in hand, dress slightly flowing as her curled hair bounced with each stride. Daniel felt like a weirdo, watching her walk away, but he couldnât help it. The swing of her hips had him in a trance, his dick almost started hardening at the memory of the pictures heâd looked through of her last night. The videos from when they sexted, how wet her pussy sounded, how sheâd gasped his name as she played with herself.
Christian was nowhere to be seen, putting Danielâs mine at ease as he followed her through into the drivers room which sheâd disappeared into moments before. She was alone, Daniel felt like an animal, shoving open the door and revealing her stood sipping from a bottle. She was reading something on her phone, glancing up in an inquisitive manner. She only smiled when she realised it was him. Daniel sighed, closing the door and watching her place her phone and the bottle down on one side. When his fingers clicked the door shut and locked, she attempted to let out a quick giggle. âWhatâre you-â
âCâmere. Just câmere.â The Aussie hushed, striding over and taking her within his arms. His hands caressed over her face, pulling in for a deep kiss. There was nobody here to spoil the moment, Daniel wouldnât allow his anxieties to take over as he kissed her deeply. He was already hard, straining in the suit, and she didnât fail to notice this moments prior.
They didnât speak, they just shared a heated kiss, inwardly moaning and sighing into one anotherâs mouths. âSo you can finally touch me?â She whispered, breath hot against his face as he yanked her back in for another kiss. Daniel hummed, barely a response as he tightened his grip on the back of her head. She liked the way his fingers curled into her strands of hair, she imagined him pulling it back in a ponytail as she went down on him.
âDaniel.â She moaned, his lips trailing over her neck and collar bone. âCâmere, come sit on my lap.â He whispered, leading her towards the couch facing the TVâs as he watched in awe as she sat, each leg on his either side as he caressed her cheek, neck, down her shoulder and then cupped her ass under her dress. âBeen watching you today..â he kissed her. âYou look fucking beautiful.â He genuinely complimented as a smile lifted on her face, kissing him sweetly. Daniel found it endearing. âWanted you to myself⌠just kiss me for a while.â He quickly spoke, the small admission making him nervous. He didnât give it a chance to see her react, he was worried, so just kissed her instead. The kiss quickly turned into something more, she was grinding into his lap, his hands sliding up her dress and gripping her ass and hips like his life depended on it. She rolled back over him, sighing at the friction it caused as he watched with hazy eyes. Daniel slowly pulled down her underwear, watching back up to her cautiously, he tugged them fully off, pushing her shoes off to get the lace over her feet before stuffing the underwear into his pocket. âYou keeping that?â She giggled.
âYou know I am.â He smiled, kissing her lightly. âItâs mine now.â Daniel let out a breathy laugh before slipping her fingers over her wet pussy. As she opened her mouth to let out a breath, he mimicked, watching back to her. âDaniel-â she barely spoke his name, overcome by the pleasure of having his fingers finally touching her. His finger slipped inside, cooing at her tightness as he watched his digit slide in and out, covered in her slick. âFuckkk, youâre tight.â The Australian rung out. âArenât you?â Nudging his face up, he watched her with a tilted head, her face ever so slightly contorted in pleasure. She was so beautiful, it was intoxicating. âYeah.â She whispered, hands settling on his shoulders to support herself as he fingered her gently. With each push she shuddered, hips ever so slightly gyrating with the movement. âThink you can take another?â He quietly spoke, watching her nod with a sigh before he squeezed in a second finger. âFuck.â She sobbed, hiding her face in his shoulder. Daniel felt a softness run through his veins as he stroked his other hand up the bare of her back.
âThat feel good?â âYeah.â âYeah?â She nodded into Danielâs neck as he began twitching his fingers inside of her. She was so fucking warm and tight, Daniel didnât know how he didnât cum in 20 seconds when they last fucked. âDaniel.â Her hips moved harsher now, finger tips finding her way down to her aching clit as she sat back, making eye contact with the brown eyed man. âBet you taste so good, donât you?â He spoke as she slowed her movements, savouring the sensation of his fingers inside her cunt.
She moaned quietly, watching his eyes fall down to her. âCan I taste you?â Who was she to say no? âYeah⌠please.â her head lolled as Daniel set her on the couch, propping her up before his lips attached to her thigh. âDaniel, donât tease.â She warned, slapping his head ever so lightly.
âSorry.â He genuinely smiled, before maintaining eye contact and wrapping his mouth around her pussy. Her eyes almost rolled back as he let out a satisfied moan, tasting her wet cunt as she dropped her head back with a sigh. âTaste so good.â Daniel started off with whispers, they both did. But as the pleasure and pace increased, she had to bite back on her hand, letting out small whined and hums as he edged her closer to an orgasm with his mouth. He was so fucking good at this, soft with her sensitive core, but using the perfect amount of pressure to bring her to peak.
âDaniel!â She choked, louder now as he squeezed his cock through his suit before using the hand to hold her thighs separate. âDaniel, Daniel, Daniel.â She moaned his name like a mantra, it spurred him on, despite the ache in his fingers, he wouldnât stop, he couldnât until she finished. âCâmon, I know you can cum for me.â He hushed, his accent driving her crazy as she snatched at his hair desperately. Her hips were bucking wildly and she was sweating profusely causing a shiny sheen over her tits and stomach. âPlease!â She choked as he nodded, sucking on her clit. âCum for me.â He insisted as her head tossed back, back arching up in desperation.
âCâmon, show me who this sweet cunt belongs to.â âYou, Daniel!â She pleaded as he felt more precum leak from his aching member. If he didnât touch himself now he thought heâd die.
âYes, yes, yes! Itâs all yours Daniel!â He liked this, watching her with desperate eyes as she let out one loud gasp, his free hand clasping over her mouth before her body seized and began convulsing from the effects of her orgasm. Her eyebrows tightened and eyes scrunched, Daniel felt how tight she went around his fingers and imagined how good it felt when she did that on his cock. She began tapping quickly on the back of his head. A warning.
Heâd just pulled back in time for her to squirt all down his arm, Danielâs jaw tensing as she let out a muffled cry of pleasure when she released. It was the hottest thing Daniel had ever seen, the way sheâd cum on his mouth, pleading with him and telling him she was all his. He gently now pumped his fingers a few more time, milking the last of her orgasm, when she twitched and jittered he knew it was time to stop so pulled out softly, not wanting to overdo her sensitivity. Watching her come down, his head was now on her abdomen, gazing at her blissed out, now relaxed expression. She felt like sheâd gone back from heaven and back, nobody had ever made her cum like that, not even herself. Daniel pulled his two fingers up to his mouth. Maintaining eye contact as he sucked them before sliding them up the back of her torso and lifting her closer for a lazy kiss. Her skin was so soft, and she always smelt so good, Daniel found it impossible to let her go.
He had tired her body out, pleasure still swindled her brain as she weakly clung onto him. âThat was good, hey?â The Australian man gently asked, stroking her cheek with his thumb. He watched her with such intense eyes, she was scared in such a vulnerable moment, sheâd fall in love. âSo good.â Happy with the answer, Daniel nodded and kissed her gently before helping her back to her wobbly feet. She could see how painfully hard he was, reaching out to return the favour, but a hand landed on hers. âNot here. Back at the hotel.â Her eyes widened looking up at the taller man as he adjusted his suit. âYou okay?â He then checked. âYeah.â She blushed, fixing her skirt. Daniel still had her underwear in his pocket, the wetness seeped between her thighs creating an uncomfortably sticky residue. âCâmere.â He muttered, caressing her cheek into another longing kiss. âIâm gonna give you my key card, you can wait in there, ok? I just got some stuff I gotta sort out.â âOkay⌠I gotta shower.â She awkwardly smiled down to her legs, âyou can at mine.â He offered as her eyes were on his again. âOkay.â
âOkay.â He smiled, âIâll see you there.â He hesitated, not knowing if he should go in for the kiss, but sheâd already smirked and begun walking around him. If she knew he wanted another kiss sheâd have happily obliged. Daniel felt an odd sense of hurt at the lack of kiss. The thought was quickly shaken off when heâd remembered where sheâd be waiting for him.
His hand tightened over the bunched up pair of thongs in his pocket, jaw tightening. This hard on would be borderline impossible to rid of with this much anticipation.
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'CLOSER, [kinkpril day 1 - leather and latex]
-GOTHAM!VILLIANS X READER-
â Characters ⏠Victor Zsasz, Tabitha Galavan
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â tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. Day 1 of gotham tv kinkpril! How this works is each day I follow the prompt list; and pick gotham characters who I personally think would resonate with said kink. SMUT!!! PURE PORN. S&M undertones! Hard kinks. Warning for leather, latex, and bondage obviously.
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⍠âYou let me penetrate you, You let me complicate youâ Closer by Nine Inch Nails
Victor's done just about every weird kink in the book. If it's sadomasochism...he's all for it. Don't get him started on the knife and gun play- because he won't stop. Ever.
But perhaps his favorite kink is leather, above all. And he didn't even know it, until you suggested it to him.
Yes, he's been around the block. But your his girl; his lady; he's going steady with you. It's different when a person who you love asks you to try something new.
I'm telling you; it's like a whole new world opens for him. If he wasn't absolutely nasty in bed before, he is now.
There's just something about seeing you dressed in the shiny black material that gets him hot and bothered. One glance at you and your ass in the latex and he's hard and ready. He'll look at you like a man starved- practically panting. He makes jokes about it.
"Well hello there, hot stuff." His low sarcastic voice is drawling, immediately pulling you into him possessively. He's not letting you go tonight.
He might flog and slap the fat of your ass with his gun. Sorry reader.
God, it just fits into his aesthetic so well. You look like one of his zsaszettes. You look like you're meant to be his. Like he owns you. Every inch of you.
If he could turn you into his own personal gimp he would. He can't help but shove his hand over your mouth to stop your whines, your back pressed against a wall, as he thrusts roughly up into you. He keeps eye contact the entire time, letting himself violate you.
Or, even better- he'll take you from behind, getting a view of how your pussy sucks him in, base of his dick slapping into your wetness. He'll feel the leather on his V-Line and he'll only grip you tighter.
He wants to cut the leather bodysuit off of you with his knife. He'll make sharp lazy cutouts while you suck his cock, highlighting your cleavage. He'll trace the blade down your jaw. He's murmuring low growls and numerous nicknames while you suck him off. He likes the way your sloppy spit shines against the material.
"How's it feel sweetness? Gonna be a little slut for me?" His voice is uncharacteristically low, groaning out the words as he's lost in pleasure. His head is rolled back, and you'll have to grind yourself onto the floor for the friction he withholds from you.
Despite the spur-of-the-moment degrading, you'll get numerous playful pecks during aftercare. Lot's of "I love you's". You better say it back and he'll take you out for icecream afterwards too.
You'll have to buy another bodysuit, the other one has been cut to shreds. Oh well.
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⍠âYou can have my absence of faith, You can have my everythingâ Closer by Nine Inch Nails
Like Victor, she's no stranger to experimenting. In the bedroom or...otherwise. So what she's tortured a man in a gimp suit before? It's fun.
Unlike Victor...she's more hesitant to open up to the idea of S&M sex if she genuinely loves you. She's been conditioned to believe torture is fun, yes, but for her. Not for you. It's not her first reaction to hurt her partner.
Once again, you'll have to suggest it. She might huff a little bit, tease you with a semi-playful smile, but that's all she'll think it is. Just jokes.
For a woman who threatens to punish you quite a lot, she never does follow through. You'll have to change that.
You'll be making out, her hands traveling up your waist and into your hair, where she hungrily nips at your neck and lips. Her own leather clad gloved hands will make you shiver, the cool material eliciting a whimper.
Okay, she thinks. What the hell. She...doesn't mind that at all.
The two of you will start off slow. Latex bodysuits, gloves, blindfolds. Reminds her of putting Aubrey James's head in a box. She gasps and chuckles.
Before the both of you know it, you two are drunk on this. It's a power dynamic, it's a stress reliever for her. It reignites her passion for pain after Theo, and god does it feel good.
You two continue to go further and further. She'll catch your wrists or neck with her whip, and you'll feel the burning sting to your hands and throat send a warmth into your pussy. When she's feeling particularly annoyed, whether it's at Barbra's antics or Ed's or Butch's...good luck. You might get a whip to the ass just so she can see you jump and her mark form after.
Que the choking while she straddles you, scissoring you raw. She'll pull the whip tighter and tighter until she cums, heavily panting and watching you mewl. She loves seeing your pretty eyes light up in horror.
If she busts out the strap-on, good luck. She won't show you mercy until your pleading her to stop from the overstimulation of getting your brains fucked out. She'll grin at you, hitting the sweet spot in your cunny over and over again.
"There you go... good girl." She'll preen at you, and her words are mocking. Her face is bright as she watches you squirm underneath her. You might catch her fingering her own creamy pussy as she tightens the whip around your neck.
Like Victor, expect aftercare. Tabby's is a lot less nonchalant though. She'll cuddle into you like a cat, snuggling her face into the crook of your neck. The sweat will stick to the leather, and you two will be almost glued together under the sheets.
Lots of kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and cleavage. She'll even apologize if she went to far.
You should tie her up next.
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1 - Matching Marks
Part 2
Itâs About Time
Tags just ask - @lover-of-books-and-tea @bvbwestfall l @bubble-blu @liesanddreams @bethanymccauley @skeletonontheroad
What defines a Best Friend. A best friend is somebody who is always there. A best friend will do the most stupid and dangerous stuff with you most of the time. A best friend relationship however will make things rather complicated when you start developing feelings for themâŚfor me that was around age 15 -16. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's go back to age 12.
Georgie and I were running around the backyard of his house chasing each other. My parents were out on a date night so I was staying over at his place. We were in middle school during that time. âY/n, Iâm gonna get you.â He called out to me while he was nearly on my heels.
âYeah right, Cooper - ah ow!â I suddenly tripped on a part of the swingset. I held my wrist seeing some cuts across my right wrist but it didnât seem dislocated or anything.
Georgie came rushing over to check on me. âY/n, are you okay?â
âI think Iâm gonna be okay. But this is all your fault.â I snapped showing him the scrapes on my wrist that weren't just a little cut.
He slumped his shoulders. âIâm sorry but what do ya want me to do about it?â
âMake me feel better.â I answered him with a snarky remark.
Georgie bites his lip for a second thinking until he saw a somewhat sharp rock on the ground by the swing which was what I had tripped on. He picked it up drawing it across the same wrist as mine doing his best to copy the marks I had. âThere now we have the same mark. We are even.â
âYa know only a real friend would do something like that, Georgie.â I said when he helped me up off the dirt ground looking up into his eyes since he was barely taller than me.
He sent me a cheeky smile, bumping my cut wrist with his own. âWeâre best friends. Always have, always will be.â
Laying on the couch in the living room of my house I was on my own until my parents came home from work after getting done with school for the day. Somebody knocked on the front door and I bolted upright knowing who it was. Opening the door, Georgie stood on my front porch. âWhat are you doing here?â
âThought youâd be bored and my Meemaw sent me for beer and said sheâd tip me in fire crackers. You wanna come with me?â He asked me.
I shake my head grabbing my coat at the same time. âI donât know. Canât we get arrested for this?â
âPossibly but only if we get caught and I think I can be pretty convincing.â Georgie didnât see my worry with it.
Shrugging on my jacket I followed him to his meemawâs car knowing she trusted me to drive. I was only a few months older than him so she knew I was closer to getting my drivers license then he would be. âOkay, Iâll drive but you go into the store. My parents will have my ass if they find out.â I warned him starting the car and we headed to the store.
We pulled into one of the closests parking spaces since she had handicap plates giving me a view of the cashier woman who looked to be his meemaws age. âIf youâre lucky she wonât ask too many questions. Iâll be waiting here.â He shut the car door and went inside. I kept a close eye on the women while he was in the back getting a case of beer that she liked before going to the counter.
Georgie and the cashier were chatting up for a few good seconds then coming out with the case in hand. He came outside putting the bag down on the floorboard looking at me. âI canât believe my accent worked.â
âYouâre what now?â I raised a brow at him.
He looked back at me. âI used an Italian accent.â
âGeorgieâŚâ I groaned, hitting my head on the steering wheel where the horn went and the front entrance of the store door flung open with the elderly woman shouting at us.
âGive me back that beer!â
Georgie whipped his head around to me panicking. âGo, go!â I slammed my foot on the gas and spun the steering wheel around until we were out of the parking lot and away from the store. I wasnât sure how fast I was going or if the cops were on us because I didnât stop driving until we got back to the Cooper house.
âI canât believe I just did that.â Sliding down in the driverâs seat to hide from someoneâs view.
Georgie chuckled, reaching into the bag taking out one of the beers pointing it in my direction. âYou wanna celebrate. I doubt sheâll know itâs missinâ.â
âNo! Weâre only 14.â I raised my voice at him quickly getting out of the car. Going inside the house I covered my ears hearing music blaring through the house and figured it was coming from his sister's room she shared with Sheldon. When their memaw babysat there were no rules.
Sheldon, who was playing cards with his memaw, saw me standing by the kitchen backdoor. âY/n, are spending the night?â
âIâm not sure. Why do you ask?â I questioned him.
He replied looking back at his cards. âI am just making sure that you wonât mess up my bathroom schedule.â
âI donât think I will.â I lowered my hands from my ears the second the backdoor opened and Georgie came in carrying the bag.
Memaw turned in her chair across from Sheldon when he handed her the bag. âThey give you any trouble?â
âNah. Oh yeah, change.â Georgie reached inside his pocket holding it out to her.
She held her hand up., handing him some packs of firecrackers. âYou keep it. Here you go ... .hey unless you want me to take them back you better give me my missing bottle.â She paused searching through her bag noticing the bottle.
âFineâŚâ He grumbled hearing me chuckling behind him. âBe quiet Y/n.â
âI told you sheâd notice. I tried to warn ya.â Shrugging my shoulders we both walked outside into the backyard.
Georgie lights off the first firecracker throwing it in the grass and it made a loud boom making contact. He hands me the next one nudging my arm. âGive it a go.â I nodded, throwing it up into the air and it hit the grill creating the same boom.
âWowâŚGeorgie, can I ask you something?â I spun on my feet throwing my hair in my face.
He stands close to me still holding onto the pack of firecrackers in his hands. âWhat is it, darling?â
âAre we always going to be my best friend? I mean I know we have these marks but does this mean the same to you as it does to me?â Rolling up my jacket sleeve I showed him the familiar cut mark.
Georgie smiled, putting his wrist with the mark up against mine. âWeâll always be friends.â I nodded but I had hoped he would be able to read between the lines someday that I maybe wanted more.
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Mutually Exclusive | Entry One
Entry One: Memories Relived
ŕź Jake x f oc (Annalise)
ŕź2.7k words
ŕźwarnings: language, illusions to sex
A/N: This is a first chapter to test the waters on if I should carry out a full fic of this so I'd love any feedback đ¤
Summary: In an ongoing letter to Annalise, Jake tells the perspective of his early adult lifeâ living out his dream with his brothers and her seemingly always by his side. But when the band gets signed to a record label based out of Nashville, Anna struggles with the ability to pack up and leave. With a complicated dynamic by the day his flight leaves, Jake outlines his struggles and worries from the day he left Anna. All things that flood back the moment she shows up out of nowhere three years later.
Entry One:
I vividly remember the first time I met you, youâre barely your own person at fourteen but you were already soâ you. Josh had joined the theater club and he couldnât shut up about you. He went on and on for hours about how you jumped on stage, singing when you were told to sing and even crying with real tears on command. It didnât take long for me to be captivated by you as wellâ usually I found the best reason to be out of the house when Josh had the theater group over for practices but once you began to tag along, my social life seemed to free up.
These run ins seemed to be more frequentâ you quit the theater club after your first year but you never stopped coming around. Your mother rarely left her bed much past getting a glass of water and your father worked himself to death by the time you were sixteen. Our house quickly became yours too and I never minded, you stayed up even later than me and you spoke in your sleepâ I could hear it through the walls when the guest bedroom slowly became entirely yours to decorate, filling it with posters of Jeff Buckley and Stevie Nicks until nearly every inch of the wallpaper had disappeared. My younger brother began to tease me for how much time I spent with youâ claiming it was some hopeless crush I had, chasing after a girl who had no idea I was infatuated with her, it made me wonder at times if he saw something that even I didnât see. Even with the comments they never seemed to phase me, never seemed to shutter the bond that you and I had created. I was really locked in on the band once we hit our senior year, convincing Josh to dedicate a few days a week to the garage and even picking Sam and his best friend Danny up early from school some Fridays for gigs without our mom knowing. You always took our pictures, claiming if we were gonna be a good band we needed some half decent shots. My father lent you his old camera and you became our very own band photographer. Still to this day weâll all agree that you were just finding a way to feel included on nights we had gigs. By the time we graduated I couldnât imagine having anyone else behind the stage with us.
We even went to the same school after graduation, you stayed on campus to live out some 2000âs college girl movie dream but I stayed back home and drove to campus each morning. College bars paid us $200 a night for playing from eleven until three am and we took as many as we could get. I promised my parents Iâd stay in school while we played, giving me some form of plan b I never intended on using but it was either that or sheâd stop letting us take Sam into bars for our shows. Small dive bars at two am quickly turned into real gigs all around town, soon we felt like a real band with a direction being paved for us. Those memories have always been accompanied by the last semester I ever enrolled in.
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We moved you back into your dorm, the ice still covered the walkway as we carried the rest of your boxes inside the old buildingâ smelling of damp carpeting and old heat units. You always needed more than you packed and it drove Josh insane every year.
âYou have a kitchen, why do you need a second fridge for your bedroomââ He mumbles, trudging up towards the flight of stairs.
âI donât know my roommate, I donât want her stealing my drinks while Iâm sleeping,â You shrug, swiftly cutting past him and down a small hallway, Josh turning to look at me as I meet him with a matching shrug.
He glances down, watching you tap an elevator button with your elbow which causes him to shake his head, âcouldâve told me there was a fucking elevator for our first four trips up to your room,â He mumbles under his breath, looking over his shoulder as I pass, offering a gently pat on his arm before sliding past.
âI thought you knew!â You say defensively as I watch a small smirk spread on your lips. âThereâs a big sign when you first walk in that even says it.â
Josh opened his mouth for a rebuttal, quickly clamping it shut with another shake of his head and tapping the third floor button. I couldnât help but let out a small giggle, Joshâs gaze shooting to me immediately âWhat are you laughing at Jake?â He snaps, âAll youâre carrying is a comforter, you wanna switch?â
I shrug, dropping the comforter by his feet before holding out my arms, grabbing the small fridge from his arms. âYouâre a real complainer nowadays,â I say out to him as the elevator doors open, making my way down the hall first to see your apartment door open, âI thought you said you closed this,â I call back to Josh, the two of you trailing behind me.
âI did!â He calls out, âMaybe it's the wind.â
âNo wind!â A voice called from inside the door, I took the first few steps in, noticing a set of boxes sat on the couch right inside the door. A short girl rounded from the small kitchenette, she held a grocery bag in her hand and her tight brown curls were pulled back by an old faded bandana. âAre you⌠my roommate?â She asks skeptically, smiling as I meet her with a quick denial.
âNo sorry Iâmâ umâ just helping with the moveââ I explain, watching you round the corner.
âIâm your roommate,â You smile, extending your hand out from underneath the box. âIâm Annalise but you can call me Anna.â
The girl smiles, shaking your hand before shaking mine and Joshâs, âJulietââ She replies, âand you are?â She asks, her gaze lingering on me a beat longer than anyone else.
The eye contact caused my cheeks to heat up slightly as if on their own, âRight. Iâm Jake-â I introduce myself, her fingers slowly grazing my palm as she pulls away from the shake.
âLovely to meet youâŚâ She smiles, turning her attention back to you, âEspecially you, Annaâ I took the liberty of loading my stuff into the smaller room, had a feeling you already set up in the bigger one.â
I could feel your eyes on me as her touches seemed to linger on my skin, you rolled your eyes at me slightly before finally turning your attention back to what she was saying. âIâll just be setting up all my stuff just let me know if you need me,â You smiled to her, Josh and I following closely behind you. âDo not even think about it.â You said to me the moment the door closed. I could barely put down the things in my hand before feeling your scowl on me.
âWhat are you talking about-â I ask, Josh giggling as he sat up on your bed, taking the liberty to rip open a few boxes while you stayed focused on me.
âI saw her looking at you. Do not under any circumstances try to fuck my new roommate.â Your gaze narrowed, pulling a box from my hands and taking it into your own.
âWho said I wanted to!â I ask defensively. You weren't wrong, she intrigued me to say the least but was it really that bad of a thing?
âBecause I know you. Donât do itâ You warn, âI have to live with her for the rest of the year. I do not need to put up with hearing about you like that for the next five months.â
âShe kind of looks like you a littleâ Josh chimes in as he picks through the box of snacks he very thoughtfully chose to open first.
âEw no câmon donât say thatâ I groan, shaking my head. He was right, her hair was the exact same color, her eyes shone the same shade of green and even her smile had a slight crook to it like yours did.
âNo Josh youâre absolutely right and you know what Jacob I hope it ruins it for youâ You bite, tossing your comforter from the floor and onto the bed beside Josh.
âWhatever okayâ I roll my eyes, watching as you open up another box âI'm not that terrible to hear about, don't act like i'm horrible.â
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Those next few weeks I crashed on your couch between classes, even spending nights there after late Sunday gigs. It was better than driving back and forth to the house and Juliet never seemed to mind. One club had a standing gig with us on the first Sunday of the month, we played the last set of the night and we even started getting a regular crowd to show up and see us. It was small but had a real backstage, it felt like the real deal to us. âIâm not even here stop looking at me,â You giggled, waving Josh off as he kept glancing into the camera lens. âJake you're next-â
Your voice was faint, my focus on the conversation I was having with Juliet as she tagged along for the night. Her hair was down, draped over her shoulders and it framed the heart shaped neckline of her top. I wish I could say I barely noticed how low cut it was but that would be a lie and she knew it. âNo, I never really get the chance to go out to shows. I'm really excited to see you out there.â She smiles, leaning against the beam running floor to ceiling beside one of the curtains.
âThe real show is from the front, you should make your way out to the floor to see.â I smile, feeling her fingers brushing my arm. She didnât even hide that she was flirting with me and at one point I stopped caring and started flirting back.
âJake-â You repeat, pulling me from my conversation as I look over.
âMy turn?â I ask, still feeling Julietâs eyes wandering across the features of my face as you nod. âDonât move, hm?â I smile at her, offering a small wink before walking over to you. âAlright where do you want me?â
âJust go fix your hair in the mirror, I need more candid stuffâ You say, your tone flattening from what I heard you using with Josh.
âYou don't have to get all weird,â I mumble, taking my fingers to gently rake them through my hair. âIt's harmless flirting,â You don't reply, the click of your camera is all I can hear, so I keep talking, âEven if something happens you don't have to know about it-â
âStop talking your messing up the shot,â You finally say, and all I can do is sigh in response. âYou can do whatever you want, I just don't need to hear about you two if it happens.â You continue after a few moments of silence, âit's gross.â
I can't help but chuckle, rolling my eyes âYou're so dramatic.â Finally turning to look at you, âLike I didnât have to hear about that god awful sociology TA you had âsexual tensionâ with all last year.â
You grab a pillow from the small chair in the room, throwing it at me as I start to laugh. âWe did, he wanted me and that's why I passed with a 97 on my exam. You're just gonna take the only friend I made here and fuck her.â
I roll my eyes, âYou can be friends with her and I can fuck her, theyâre not mutually exclusive.â
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I spent that night on the couch, Juliet leaving for her own bedroom not long before you went to bed as well. I shifted on the couch, finally settling in before needing to shift again. It must've been near two am by the time I felt sleep crowding my vision, jolting back awake to the quiet sound of a door knob twisting open. The soft light from Julietâs bedroom filled the space just inside the living room, enough for my eyes to adjust to her outline, she glanced at me, offering me a small smile as she noticed I was awake. âDid I wake you up?â She whispers softly, I shake my head in response, âOh good-â Her eyes linger on me for a moment before making her way past me to the kitchen. I couldn't help but watch as she passed, the warm light outlined her silhouette, her shorts barely covered to her thighs and her shirt lifted up her stomach slightly as she reached into the cabinet for a glass.
âItâs very rude to stare,â I hear her whisper, my cheeks warming slightly as I realize she noticed my lingering stares.
âOh um Iâm-â I start, noticing a smile on her lips as she looks at me.
âI don't mind,â She replies, filling the glass halfway with water before leaning against the counter. Her fingers gripped the edge of it as she brought the glass to her lips. I sat up further, seeing her rested against the counter as she looked at me from over the back of the couch. âAnna didn't seem too happy that you were flirting with me tonight.â She says after a few moments of silence. âYou two have something going on?â
I can't help but laugh, quickly clearing my throat to cover it up âSorry no⌠no nothing,â I correct her, shaking my head, âShe just doesn't wanna hear if something happens⌠The girls sheâs friends with and the girls I date aren't allowed to mix apparently.â
She nods, setting her glass on the counter before stepping towards me. âIt doesn't matter though if she doesn't know they mix,â she smiles, âright?â She was standing at the arm of the couch by now and I couldn't seem to pull my eyes away from her, all I could muster up was a small nod. âIâm just saying Iâm not one to kiss and tellâŚâ
I sat up the rest of the way, allowing her to sit in front of me on the couch. âYou're not one to be subtle are you?â I finally ask, watching as she rests her elbow on the back of the couch, shaking her head as she rests it on her palm.
âIâm not⌠But then again you're not very subtle yourselfâ She smiles, watching my eyes trail to your bedroom door. âShe's not gonna wake up⌠We both know that.â She says softly, my attention turning back to her as I feel her fingers graze my knee. Everything in those next moments felt like a blur, a sped up memory and before I could think her lips were on mine. My hand cupped her jaw as her lips pressed to mine, parting slightly as her tongue slid past my lips and dipped into my mouth. My thumb circled her jaw softly as my other hand dropped to her hip, my teeth gently tugging at her bottom lip which pulled a quiet moan from her. My mind swirled as I continued to kiss her, my lips were sore but I craved to taste her even more.
âWe should stopâ She whispers against my lips, I nod and kiss her harder and she gently tugs at my hair. âOr you can come in my bedroom-â Her words fell from her lips in nearly a whimper, I nodded eagerly, barely able to stand and follow her to her room before I kissed her again.
The night with her came in flashes, the sheer impulsivity of the decision stayed in my mind in bits and pieces but the most I could remember was waking up the next morning. She laid beside me, the blanket covering her bare chest as the sun just barely lit up parts of the room. I knew I wasn't supposed to be in there but I barely remembered even falling asleep beside her. I slid on my shorts quietly, slipping out of her room in an attempt to make my way back to the couch before you left your room, but stopping dead in my tracks as you stood in the kitchen.
âAnna-â I whisper. I don't know why the sight of you had me frozen in place, like I was caught in some terrible act. You glanced up at me, looking me over for only a moment before picking up your mug and walking into your bedroom without another word.
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Consider this an opportunity to talk Widojest
I am delusional and I will check the tag at least once a day forever
Let's start with what made you start shipping them and literally anything you want to tell me
i think i shipped them literally from the beginning. like from the moment jester said "you need to take a bath" i was just like oh. there's Something here (and also overall c2 e1 is like. one of the best examples of establishing characters ever i fear). and then i felt like a crazy person for the first 25 or so episodes, like oh, i feel like they've got something interesting going on, but i don't ship them or anything (this was a lie btw). and then hupperduk (is that how you spell it?? it's been ages god) happened and i was like UM. YEAH. YEAH I'M NOT GONNA LIE TO MYSELF ANYMORE I SHIP THEM BAD. and then i think i started reading fanfic and then i started writing fanfic and the rest is history.
i just think that separately they are suchhhhh interesting characters, and together they have SUCH and interesting dynamic. there's the obvious stuff --- like i think they just Get each other, and caleb really listens to jester and has empathy for her in a way that i feel like no one else really did. but i'm obsessed with how they mirror each other in such interesting ways??? they both have chosen names. they both have an intrinsic loneliness. they both have complicated relationships with home. in eiselcross they both lose bodily autonomy to magic. also they both have cute accents.
also, my hot take is that c2 changed fundamentally after covid. like it was just different. there was a different air. and the characters were played slightly differently. ESPECIALLY FJORD. and i swear im not coocoo bananas insane when i say pre-covid wj had an actual chance of being cannon.
anyways THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS ASK. i'll talk wj anytime <33
#asks#thinking about wj is like stay in the box NO. stay in the box NOOOOO.#widojest#it's been over five years since i started watching cr. oh. oh. and im still here. even though i don't watch cr anymore. đ¤Ą
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Do you have any eremika age gap au recs?? Itâs my favorite trope and thereâs nearly not enough fics out theređđđ
*rubs hands* I took my time with this because I am not the most avid fic reader unfortunately, but I do have a few recs and some more on my tbr. I think what you're looking for is not just an age difference but where the age gap is the focus? i've marked those in pink. definitely check the tags on these before proceeding!!
gonna start with mine just for completeness, and also because i love it *blush*
boy next door: For sixteen years, Mikasa has watched the boy next door. First: through the eyes of a child, hand in his during family trips, his hand on her first bike when she learned how to ride. Then: through the eyes of a teenager, peeking behind her blinds into his room on hot summer months when he didn't wear a shirt, eyes lingering on his lips when he pulled away his cigarette. Now, she is so much older, but he is older still, and the gap between them feels ever widening. But her desire to close it only feels more desperate.
i'm certain you've checked out @herblacktights 's ao3, but here are my favs of hers with that age gap sauce:
degausser: After a deadly flu pandemic that devastates Paradis Island and the rest of the world, Eren is all Mikasa has. After she turns sixteen, that gets complicated. -> the plot is entirely the age gap, lol!
comfort me: âMikasa,â Eren drawled, fake scolding edging into his voice as he held the basement door open and led her outside. âDoes Aunt Carla know what a bad girl you are?â For a moment, she looked stunned. A sliver of a second, a wink of an eye. Looking every inch the little girl he watched grow up, who he knew deserved better than him. But before it could take root in her and make him regret what he said, Mikasa gave him a terrible, sweet smile. âAunt Carla says I deserve to do whatever I want after the year Iâve had,â she said and from the way that she was looking at him, he shouldâve known it was a threat. cw: mild daddy kink!
love dog : this one is a bit different! teacher mikasa x student eren, and mikasa is the older one. cw: it doesn't exactly have a super happy ending. but it is one of my favs from hannah!!
Butterfly effect by @sunlightandsuffering : Sugar baby AU - older hobo eren x younger mikasa. how can i say this... it's the OG, the most delicious, lys-brand chaotic eremika but age gap flavour! i love it, i'm sure if you've been around this block you've read it lol, but it's simply amazing, read it again!!
You, me and our sins by @loneghostss : Eren is married and Mikasa has a boyfriend. But the fact that they both have someone doesn't stop them from sinfully falling in love with each other. (it is about eremika having an affair with each other and it is so sensual and hot, age gap is not central here but it definitely brings heat!!) you could also check out lost saints by the same author, there's also some age difference and great smut.
@dead-dolphins is a connoisseur of the age gap trope, defs check out all the aus on her pinned post!! ro is a master of drama and worldbuilding so her fics are always a treat. she's got some on ao3 that are all about that sweet age gap <3
chemical hype boy : idol mikasa x actor eren!! and eren is definitely playing into the older established actor mold!
i apologise if you feel something: Goth mikasa gets involved with older Eren, lead vocalist of a metal band.
the promised princess: a medieval fantasy au inspired by got. age difference is not the central theme, but it's a stellar fic regardless.
straight/edge by @sinigangsta-ao3: Mikasa Ackerman is prim, proper, and perfect. As the golden child of the Ackerman family, her academic achievements set her up for a bright future and atone for her older brotherâs past mistakes. When the spring semester of her junior year arrives, she crosses paths with a local boy toward whom sheâd typically never give the time of day â and they begin a whirlwind relationship that unlocks parts of herself that she didnât know she kept hidden. this fic is more about the good girl x bad boy trope but with that delicious 3-4 year age gap sauce!! cw: NOT a hea
devilish lovers by softwinter: âI wanna be your friend, Mikasa,â he told her one day when she got home from school not able to feign a less distressed expression on her face, too many sixteen-year-old problems going on in her life. He had the habit of commenting that she was always sad, that he didnât like how that transpired on her gray eyes.
âI thought you wanted to be my daddy,â something flashed in his eyes right then, like sheâd said something forbidden, a kind of thing that could make her a bad girl in his eyes. cw: step dad kink!! definitely check the tags before proceeding.
heaven knows by @joannaofarkham: priest au where priest eren is mikasa's teacher in a catholic school. it is unfinished but the first chapter reads pretty well standalone!
eternally yours by @cxcassii: reincarnation au + age gap. It's been 2,000 years since Eren Jaeger was a titan shifter and unleashed the blood drenched madness of the rumbling upon the world. Now, in the year 2023, he's a twenty-four year old who lives with his best friend Armin. He goes about his days working as a pharmacy technician all while attempting to cope and come to terms with the loss of the loved ones he still remembers with clarity from his previous life. The atrocious sins of his past life he can never ever truly atone for. But most of all, there's one person he simply can't forget: His former love of his life, Mikasa. It's when he's not actively searching for her that they cross paths once again, and their love will once again be on trial when Eren learns that Mikasa not only doesn't remember their past life together, but is also seventeen years old. this one is still on my tbr but whatever i've read so far looks extremely delicious!!!
enjoy!! if anyone wants to add more please feel free to reblog and improve this list!! <3
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SOCCER!ELLIE X CHEERLEADER!READER
PART 5FIVE aka; the epilogue
part 4four
warnings: minors safe !!đŠˇ
writers note: finally the end ugh.. im not gonna lie, i hate how the whole 'series' (its too short to be called a series, but wtv) turned out, so im glad to finish it. though, im looking forward to make another fic with actual plot and not just smut, tho an abby one (i already have the epilogue written and im so so excitedđ¤)
you felt stupid. stupid, but mostly hurt. you couldn't understand why a small part of you wanted to believe that vi did nothing wrong. that small part of you wanted to end all of this, get on good terms with vi and be with ellie.
although, you weren't hurt by cheating itself. after all, you thought that's what happened for the past months, so you were already mentally prepared for that.
whatever.
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you and ellie went through all the usual motions of a happy couple together, though not as an official couple yet. you spent time with each other and your friends, and you slowly forgot about the past and all the drama you had experienced.
you didn't forget about vi, though. you still felt guilty about the way you let her manipulate you like that. you could still hear her voice in your mind, telling you love isn't something you both have and, probably, never had.
you decided she shouldn't be a part of your life anymore, and you did your best to avoid her. she didn't know that you know, though it was obvious, since the rumours continued. you just didn't care anymore. not about her, at least.
ellie didn't speak much about the past, and you didn't either, because you felt like you didn't need to. the past was the past, and now you were looking forward to your future together.
you started thinking less and less about vi, soon managing to get her out of your mind for the whole day. not much, but after what happened, it was a big success. she was no longer a part of your life. ellie was, and that's all that mattered to you now.
you spent more and more time with her. you got to know her team better, returning the favor by taking her to your friend group's meeting.
you told luccy, your best friend, about the whole situation. it took you a good few hours to explain everything.
luccy listened to your entire story, impressed by the twists and turns it took. you could tell she was almost as surprised as you, her eyes widening with each sentence.
"well, no wonder you were so confused," she said politely, "but at least you have ellie now, and you seem happy together." she paused for a moment, before asking; "do you miss vi at all?"
you sighed and closed your eyes, imagining every good moment with her and comparing it to the happiness ellie brought you.
it was almost impossible to answer your friend's question.
on one hand, you had had great moments with vi, and you could even admit that you loved her.
and then there's ellie - which made you remember that your ex wasn't there for you when you needed it.
"no, i don't think so." you replied, ashamedly looking down. "ellie makes me feel like i never even truly loved vi."
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i want to add some 'last words' about this fic, especially this part. a lot of you guys will probably be mad at me for not taking any revenge. but you, as the reader, have to understand that its not that easy. after being so hurt, after hearing so many lies, all you wanted was a normal relationship. a stable, honest and calm one. the one you got with ellie. you knew getting revenge would only complicate things - you probably wont be able to forget her at all once youd put salt on the wounds all over again. just the fact that she has to see you happy with ellie, while shes left alone, is enough. thanks to everyone who supported the series<3
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