#DONT MAKE ME PULL OUT JUN CAUSE I WILL

[duhnova]

THE ATTACK !?!? UNPROVOKED

[doddily]

literally only posting this here cause i wanna revamp my instagram after being gone for so long. but here's literally not the expected: hualian! kamisama kiss au! w xie lian as nanami and hua cheng as tomoe ofc!

im literally reading the manga to figure out how to flesh out this au cause literally hualian brought me out of my hole wanting to make content for them. that and ive been meaning to read kamisama kiss and i just love it so haha.

still trying to figure out what is what, like where to put everyone, if i want the other mxtx novels to cross, etc. i think crossing the mxtx novels will make it work best. the way im thinking about it, it will be a lot different than the actual storyline for kamisama kiss for anyone who has watched the anime or read the manga, like the placements for yukiji and mikage or who will be akura-ou. i dont think I'll have a jun wu placement, but we'll see🤷‍♀️ there's enough tug and pull in the storyline w nanami and tomoe's love and in this au, i dont want full angst ;-;

if anyone has ideas let me know please!! I'll tell you guys my ideas too, i just don't want to spoil anything within the first post<3 please enjoy my 4 am post<3

[scalproie]

for OTP asks. SubScorp: 9, 17, 51, 60. KazJun: 25, 26, 33, 51?

me thinking about love: hahaha yesss this owns

me getting asks and now having to put my thoughts in words: wait oh god

Anyway. Subscorp:

9. What are their thoughts on having children?

A child of their own? Nah. Kuai has enough maturity to realize that while he is a good teacher, he would not be a good father, both bc of his lifestyle and his lack of experience. Out of the two it'd be Hanzo who'd be more likely to consider children, but he's already been burned once (eh.) and considering how hard it is for him to move on, it'd be years into the relationship before he would see himself raise a child with someone else again, and by that point he and Kuai would be too old. And besides he already has been able to place his paternal projection onto Takeda, so he's good.

17. Who’s more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

Hanzo. I see Kuai as someone who is extremely in control of his actions, out of discipline, out of fear, take your pick. I see him as someone who will keep his emotions in check even if it causes him to yearn to death, him doing smth that intense out of passion, while not downright impossible, is very unlikely to me unless its under very extreme and unusual circumstances. Hanzo on the other hand. Hanzo feels. Hanzo acts. If a situation arise where he feels a strong need to pull his lover by the waist and kiss him (most likely in the aftermath of a battle, both covered in blood and surrounded by dead bodies), by god he's going to do it.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Its looking for ways to spend more time together, like one forcing himself to wake up in the early morning to go sit in the gardens next to the other who wanted to hear nature wake up and feel the first rays of sunlight, or the other struggling to stay awake much later than he's used to at night because he does not want the interesting conversation they're having to end. Its making small meaningful gifts to each other as clan leaders that feel so personal to them bc they knew each other as individuals first before as figureheads. Its the small comments that they've managed to redeem their own clan in the other's eyes, and that said clan doesnt bring them pain as it once had because its embodied by the one who lead it and they have nothing but positive things to say about each other.

60. Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

Both. You get to sleep next to the one (1) person who does not suffer for the unnatural temperature of your body, and you both have potential nightmare-inducing trauma, and you have been denied intimacy for most of your life either bc it was forbidden or bc it was torn from you. I bet theyre both unconsciously clingy.

Kazjun:

25. Do they have any hobbies they share?

Sparring is an obvious one. Kazuya said himself that fighting is a huge part of his life and Jun's strength does not come from nowhere, what better way for them to bond than to clash their family's opposite style against each other? As for their personal ones, I dont think Jun would understand sneaker-collecting nor would Kazuya understand bird-watching, but Jun would indulge Kazuya should he chose to open up and share that interest with her, and Kaz definitely does not have the patience for bird-watching but I could see him at the very least see the appeal of forest-bathing, even in a self-interested way.

26. What are their vices?

Kazuya is a pile of vices in a purple snakeskin trenchcoat. Jun's vice is Kazuya. Her choosing to love him and wishing for his wellbeing while knowing fully well he is not a good person who has hurt others (and as of t8, by his own admission in the first chapter, only death will make him stop) is the only thing that stops her from being a perfect, morally correct character. But that does not make her a bad person and that does make the love wrong or any less real.

33. Who’s the better cook?

So you'd THINK that with Jun's infamous cooking skills, I would say Kaz, right? Wrong. I think Kaz never had any reason to cook a single day in his life but still has some rudimentary cooking skills for his own personal gain. They're equally bad but with their abilities combined they'd be able to cook one (1) decent meal.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

For Kazuya, it's literally just trying. His world begin and ends with himself, any positive actions he could take for someone else will usually only be done if he get some hidden self-interest out of it. So him doing anything small for someone else, because he find them worthy of being aknowledged (most likely for their strength, bc power is EVERYTHING to him), because he doesnt view it as a weakness to connect them to himself, because he views their happiness as beneficial for him, aka make him happy in return, is the loudest he can be that he loves someone. Like I dont even have to try with this one, that's literally just his t8 ending??? Like he is NOT the type to say "I love you" outloud in the first place but you can just see in his ending that holy shit, he loves Jun, he loves her. For Jun, it's coming back. Jun will try, but she will not return to someone whom she does not love at the cost of her wellbeing, it's literally the lesson she tells Jin: "Your wellbeing is important to those who love you, so for their sake, you have to take care of yourself". So her coming back to someone, her staying with someone, is the biggest proof of love I think you can get from her. And Jun is just as lonely as Kazuya? But its the way they deal with loneliness that make them such a match: Jun is someone who endlessly gives and Kazuya is someone who endlessly takes, but with Kazuya, Jun has something to get if she's staying with him, and with Jun, Kazuya has something to give if he wants her to stay. Ying Yang once again.

[diivineray]

Okay I’ve chilled cuz now I’m thinking about xie lian in book 4/5 and DONT READ if you don’t wanna get spoiled

But like the way these two contrast each other so deeply still pains me to this day.

And the way I see and understand both sides.

Especially after you’ve seen everything Xie Lian and Jun Wu went through all to help people. And they were ungrateful. Seriously, the ppl were ungrateful little fucks.

They wanted instant gratification. Sure, fear of what would happen to them causes panic and lack of faith, but ultimately the ppl really are the problem.

One mental image I always have is how Xie Lian was using so much of his power and strength to keep that statue from falling and crushing the people beneath him. It’s not logical to expect ppl to remain calm and faces are popping up on their bodies sURE but it’s the way they screamed and cried and pulled on Xie Lian who needed concentration to be able to IDK keep them fucking alive ?? And it’s a scene that regularly pisses me off because at that moment no one was thinking ‘he’s working so hard to save us’ they wanted a solution right then and now. And again that is fair. It’s a hectic situation.

Jun Wu spending years constructing that bridge and ppl couldn’t wait. It was taking too long. They started putting their faith in other people. I’m sorry but that would be piss me off too. And the fact that their lost faith results in his weakened strength, and the moment the volcano hit and everyone suddenly starts rushing forward to be saved, with Jun Wu’s already weakened state, no one was putting faith in him in that moment. Cuz if they had, his power likely would have gotten stronger. They were only thinking of themselves and saving themselves. Naturally the bridge would break. Not only did the people lose faith in their God but their God lost faith in them.

But all I could think about is how, even in life we try and try and try to help people and often times that help gets thrown back in our faces. Xie Lian made countless sacrifices for people and it still wasn’t enough. He practically gave his body to them to stab and mutilate and it still wasn’t enough.

Because he failed, because Jun Wu failed, something that was really the people’s fault they started to be hated. Looked down on. Their temples burned and destroyed. Statues broken and ruined.

They both wanted to do good, both thought they had what it took and both flew way too close to the sun.

The reality is, you can only do so much. There is a reason God, in Christianity does not intervene. At least in my own view, one it’s just how life is. People live and people die. You can’t save everyone. And if you could, I think the balance would be thrown off. There’s a reason in time travel that bringing back the dead, changing time to bring someone back alters and messes up things.

Humans are imperfect beings. They are going to make mistakes, they are going to be selfish and cruel, and they are gonna suck. But that’s also where they are kind of great too.

The world is not black and white. Mistakes happen, but they can be fixed. And that’s the big difference with xie lian and Jun Wu. What xie lian and Jun Wu couldn’t.

Not even Gods are perfect. Hell, most of them are meant to be seen as such as a way to show humans how NOT to be.

This is also what happens when you’re placed on a pedestal. When you overplay your own hand, when you take on more than you can chew. When you don’t ask for help. When you think because you have power you can do anything. It was a humbling experience for Xie Lian.

Xie Lian had to fall, and live as the very people he was trying to save.

And why I love this book so much is that it could have went the easy route and he could have kept that determination he had in the beginning but instead we see him spiral. We see him lose faith. We see him give into temptation, do some bad things and ultimately almost act out in revenge.

And I will always love the scene where he meets the old man in the rain because that too could have been brushed off so easily.

Xie Lian was waiting for a reason to NOT unleash the plague. He laid in that crater of his, and when that old man tripped over him and spilled his rice he was rightfully upset. Cuz sir what are you doing here just laying in the middle of people’s way?

And the old man got upset with him. And xie Lian already in his head was like ‘I guess there isn’t a good person left’ like he just saw it as ‘they don’t care no one cares’ when firstly he was going about it all the wrong way.

But when that old man started talking to him after they bickered with each other, he gave xie lian that hat. And showed xie lian yes, ppl aren’t perfect but they aren’t all that bad. He had to have a GENUINE interaction with someone to see it.

That person had to be mean first, had to act accordingly, be human for xie lian to see why that meant something. He literally picked xie lian up and told him to try again and not lay in the middle of the road you silly

And that was what he needed to hear. Just ONE person. He didn’t need the world to look at him, he just needed one. And that’s where Hua Cheng’s love comes in after those 800 years.

Jun Wu, didn’t get that. He had Mei Nianqing but after he found out the truth he ran away so naturally Jun Wu is going to take that as abandonment. Which he later uses to show Xie Lian that friends don’t stay. Family leaves. No one ever stays.

And the fact that he had to manipulate things in order to make Feng Xin cuz THAT BOY WOULD NOT HAVE OTHERWISE AND I STAND THAT.

to prove to xie Lian, look see?? Even your most loyal bodyguard doesn’t want to be around you. Isolation.

But just GAH. I’m about to read tgcf cuz now I’m in my feels and ugh i love this series so much 😭😭

[liliansun]

Relationship investigator anon here! 😃 allow me to dive into (you) why JENO is terrible for sal. I know what you're thinking - i'm CRAZY. And i am 😭 i'm reading too much into this. I genuinely like their little interactions so far but DAMN boy. Okay so what i glean from these girls' personalities, first of all, is that sal is honestly quite sweet and takes care of the others. So do the others but idk i think you showed that side of sal more?? Like neowa and mal are the savage little devils and we love them for that (sad girl hours for neowa and mal??? GOD PLEASE DONT LET HEM BE SAD) but like sal is sweet and i feel like her having him as a lockscreen is proof that she is falling too fast??,, and she's gonna get hurt bc jeno is quiet and silent and maybe he just don't know what he's feeling until she's sad :((

MAL on the other hand. Like that girl is gonna get so soft for jaemin and then it'll be a push and pull until she gives in and lets him in. Love how he flirts with her tbh and her reactions are everything?? I can't waot fkr their storyy, and I know jaemin will treat her well.

Joy and mark,, do i have tk say anymore?? Like they're already a thing and it's gonna be super sad seeing joy be upset and lonely without her man around BUT THEN SHE and MARK find a way thrpugh it bc mark is a man who solves issues and he wouldn't want his girl to be suffering alone ykwim

And then neowa and renjun. Theirs is gonna be such a finale?? You got renjun who's in love with yn and then neowa who's been pining fkr him for a while and they're both going to hurt esp when he has to face yns rejection to get over it and realize that neowa was right there for him?? Short king stand UP

And haechan and yn , tbh atp i think yn just needs tk have a talk w him and she'll realize she likea him and he does too and that it was all bc he was afraid of letting her know about the personality his frienda knew about. Renjun might be the little bastard causing little uncertainties i think but the love is there.

Jeno though 🤨 he's a dark horse and i KNOW he's gonna hurt sal 😤

I am so psyched for your new stories?? Like actually excites bouncing off my seat and the walls and you're def gonna deliver as always FR i LOVE YOU (im so sorry for the long ass post wtf is wrong with me)

baby. lemme start off with this was so long and i was at work like 😧 well i still am at work but anyways😭

okay i get where you’re coming from w jeno BUT PLEASE TRUST HIM. they’re all gonna get hurt, both parties and it’s gonna suck and you (and i) might cry but it’s gonna be worth it in the end :( and i think i said it in another ask or something but jeno is gonna show how he feels more in jaemin’s story bc they’re like this 🤞(i spent too long looking for his emoji HELP)

omg jaemin’s story i’m too excited to write like y’all thought i was excited to write hyucks but DEAR LORD AM I READY FOR YALL TO SEE HOW THEY PLAY OUT.

joy and mark are already so cute but i just wanna be the first to say they gonna be going THROUGH IT. like y’all thought y/n and hyuck were going through it..just wait 😁😭

AND JUN AND NEOWA,, there is a reason theirs is last and you’ll know the more we progress through the others stories bc like rn we’re (me) hinting at it but they are gonna be so lowkey about it until BAM their story comes to light and it’ll all be like OOO AHH GASP

hyuck and y/n,, i can’t say anything bc it’s still wip rn 👀 but as these chapters i’m writing rn,, it’ll get better for them. y’all just don’t know what i know and it’s kipling me bc i’m like on ch 29? about to write 30? and i think y’all are on 25 😭

and jeno will or will not hurt sal (unintentionally) but it’s gonna be vice versa and i’m already saying too much y’all got me talking about things i’m NOT SUPPOSED TO BE TALKINF ABOJT

AND IM EXCITED FOR YOU TO READ THEM,, you and the other anons and everyone just make my heart so full y’all don’t even know and i love y’all’s feedback and seeing how y’all react it just brings me happiness AND I LOVEYOU 😁😚🫶🤭

[livinglifeonpause]

BP before mission 1

okay. Korean - Blue, Global - Pink

Purple - All Star Orange - Three Green - Two Yellow - One White - Zero

Wait, that is 100% Tag from OnePact. Where was he in the audition??

I LOOOOOVE when they show dorm shit. I wish they'd show more.

who dafuq does BAK DO HA (21, 5'11") call sexy??

OMFG homie knocked over the sign, i'm cackling!!

fucking JAY CHANG (23, 5'9")/P/P singing along to the choreo

awwww, why is PARK GUN WOOK (19, 6'0") falling behind? like, show us!!

You better fucking leave BAK DO HA (21, 5'11")/F/F alone bro! Let him live his idol fantasy! BABYYYYY

Daaaaaamn, that choreo trainer is a dick!

ew, look how sweaty those level 3 kids are. that room must STINK!

WANG ZI HAO (23, 5'10) - STILL big mad he didn't get in. Or get more airtime.

wish they had a full version of PARK GUN WOOK (19, 6'0") v WANG ZI HAO (23, 5'10)

Why is JAY CHANG (23, 5'9")/P/P always so dang happyyyyy?

PARK GUN WOOK (19, 6'0")/P/P has pretty eyes, yo.

KUM JUN HYEON (22, 5'11") - why his mom's # doesnt exsist?? I need to know more about his bkrnd plz

nahhhhhh bro, they should have given JUNG MIN GYU (24, 6'1") at least a 1 on the Signal song

SUNG HAN BIN (23, 5'10")/P /P - omfg, he asked if the baby wanted a hug, and I diiiiiied. He comforted him so well. He also did amaaaazing in the audition!!

so NOW I understand why SUNG HAN BIN (23, 5'10") offered BAK DO HA (21, 5'11") a hug. still adorable.

ZHANG SHUAI BO (22, 6'0")/P/F kinda looks like N.Flying Jaehyun and I'm here for that.

how did this short baby not make it in? KEITA (23, 5'5") *I guess at least he's in Evnne.

ohhhhhh, my baby JAY CHANG (23, 5'9")/P/P is crying! naurrrrrr! naur naur naur.

KIM GYU VIN (20, 6'0") - this one still bugs me. I like him now, cause he's mischievous and funny af, but he can't sing, or rap, or dance.

oh, KIM JI WOONG (25, 5'10)/P/P - he pretty

eyyyyy, I picked this kid for my final lineup! He moved from 2 star to 3 star LEE SEUNG HWAN (24, 5'10") - (fluffy hair, bigger nose, jagged teeth, cutie!)

"Annyong Gunwookie" <3 <3 - but they never really showed him as a vocal through this whole thing and thats an effing shame

Also, postponing PARK GUN WOOK (19, 6'0")'s results is bullshit and they know that.

I agree, SUNG HAN BIN (23, 5'10") should have moved up to all star. Still dont like him tho

Why does EVERYONE love SEOK MATTHEW (22 5'7")?? I mean, I like him now too, but STILL!

JAY CHANG (23, 5'9")'s korean has gotten waaaay better since this!!

I NEED MORE OF KUM JUN HYEON (22, 5'11") singing plzzzz!

also salty LEE YE DAM (21, 5'5") isn't even in a backup group

I see they moved WANG ZI HAO (23, 5'10) up to all star!

This signal song is an earworm

at like 17:52 when JAY CHANG (23, 5'9")/P/P trips over something and makes that face. OMFGGGG.

Still fucking LOVE that part where JAY CHANG (23, 5'9") trips!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ no no no, who is playing the guitar at the beginning of this? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngAhvAYr4wc

HAN YU SEOP (20, 5'8")/F/?/F --- where was THIS energy and vocal in his other shit??

OMFG, they cut the music on CHOI SEUNG HUN (16, 5'7")/F/F/F's pull ups. I DIEDDDDD. AND THE SQUEAKJKJ!

KEITA (23, 5'5")/F/F/P "that shouldn't be your routine!" haaaaaaaaaa!

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Alright, onto day whatever.

ps - Just found out my cutie OH SUNG MIN (23, 5'11")/P/F was in a group prior to One Pact and was called "Jerome" Naurrrrrrrrr. Naurrrrrrr. naur.

Ew, again, why is HUI (31, 5'7")/P/P even here?

oh, KIM JI WOONG (25, 5'10)/P/P is kind of pretty

DANG HONG HAI (20, 5'11")/F/F is only #1 cause he looks like a knock off Hansol, which I dont find attractive in the least either.

Bitch said "which one is that?" to BTS danger. -_-

ewwwww, it was SUNG HAN BIN (23, 5'10") who asked which song BTSM "Danger" was. See, I knew I hated him.

also, Hot Sauce? WHAT? of all the songs they could have chosen...

Ohhhhhhh, I LOVE/HATE it when they pick team members. Like that time on The Unit.

OMFG, KUM JUN HYEON (22, 5'11"), "I kept avoiding his eye contact" [obvious eye contact] hahaha, ya'll we MISSED OUT on this KING!

wait, so bitch gets to pick ALL 7 before the other guy does? Ohhhh, I don't like that. I only LOVE/HATE it when they go one by one, playground style

Ohhh and K can only pick K. And NOT the other top 9, right? oh no wait, he CAN pick the other top 9?

awwwww, he picked my baby "Jerome" OH SUNG MIN (23, 5'11")/P/F

I'm not real sure why Hui picked THAT team??

JAY CHANG (23, 5'9")/P/P got picked 3rd. Yes ma'am. That feels correct.

OH, PARK GUN WOOK (19, 6'0") is NOT used to not being picked 1st... do they not like him? Are they scared of him? Is he a real life asshole??

also, I'm REAL surprised no one picked ZHANG HAO (24, 5'11") right away!

figured it out. LEE HWAN HEE (26, 5'9")/F/P  looks like that other guy from Madtown. whats his face. Daewon. Who was on The Unit.

Hahaha, "please trust him, he's never wrong"

Damn, the higher ranks get to choose the song too. Brutal.

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NEXT POST! .... wait, WTF. How did I miss this whole goddamn section? Did they play this in an episode and I missed it? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sLtCYwnpWn4 Wait, why are they having the kids be MCs?

------------------------------------------------------------------------------YOGA GAME

Well of course you pick PARK GUN WOOK (19, 6'0")/P/P/P as a partner. He's huge!

oh BAK DO HA (21, 5'11")/F/F/F bought INTO the couples concept huh?

okay LEE YE DAM (21, 5'5")/F/P/P that was pretty fucking cool bro....

also, Who the eff is WINNIE (25 5'7")/F/F/P???

HUI (31, 5'7")/P/P/P & WUMUTI (25, 5'9")/P/F/F?? -- who picked who? I need details. now, THIS is the shit I wanna see. This and dorm stuff.

And OH SUNG MIN (23, 5'11")/P/F/P with DANG HONG HAI (20, 5'11")/F/F/F??

And JAY CHANG (23, 5'9")/P/P/P with KIM GYU VIN (20, 6'0")/F/P/F ?? who even is that?

FENG JUN LAN (25, 5'10")/P/F!! EXCUSE ME SIR? SIR?

KIM JI WOONG (25, 5'10)/P/P ... you kids remember Donhyun from Boyfriend (and The Unit)? that's the vibes this kid gives me.

WUMUTI (25, 5'9")/P/F/F's face at 7:18... HA!

oh, SUNG HAN BIN (23, 5'10")/P/P/F sang that pretty though!

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How many times is JUNG MIN GYU (24, 6'1") gonna take off his damn shoes??

ma'am, those 5 measley mats are NOT enough plz. homie fell directly onto the floor. he could sue. 15:17 - why does the camera man hate JAY CHANG (23, 5'9")/P/P/P like that?

YOON JONG WOO (24, 5'9")/F/P/P got low. THATS how he won bro.

okay funny PARK GUN WOOK (19, 6'0")! I see you!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ELEPHANT GAME

this game is bullshit, nobody gets that dizzy off of this bro.

okay but why YOON JONG WOO (24, 5'9")/F/P/P grab KRYSTIAN (24, 5'10")/P/?/F's face like he gonna give him a smooch??

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 18]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; dom!seungcheol, dirty talk, car sex, filmed sex videos, using panties as a gag, but also panty stuffing, choking, domme!reader for like .3 seconds ☠️, after all the mess of last night(iykyk) i think we need this lol, but also a bit of a filler chapter for… reasons. 💕 but also came out raunchier than I anticipated but that was maybe just a me thing LOL 😭 as always, thank you for all the love and support with cherry bomb💕💕 only two more chapters left, I cant believe it... 😭😭😭 also again, another inbox roundup tomorrow! For now, enjoy ch 18 and have a great weekend! Be safe! ❤️🍒

not me editing the notes to include the ❤️🍒 that cheol just used on weverse 😩

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - x - x

“Did you get it?”

Jun looks around the diner as he nods, “Yeah. It got to my house yesterday but I still don’t understand why I had to help you get this… Does Seungcheol-hyung not know? I’m confused.” He laughs nervously, somewhat concerned he’s helping you do something you shouldn’t be doing.

You grin back at the confused male, blinking innocently at him while he chuckles under his breath.

“Not… for now. But don’t worry. He’ll find out! I just… Haven’t brought it up to him yet, is all! But I will! ‘Cause we’re planning something~”

Jun’s lips fall into a surprised ‘o’, eyes flitting to the group of people that enter the diner.

“I’ll be with you in a moment!” He yells, smiling before he turns to face you again. “So you’re scheming something but hyung’s just not part of the scheming… yet?”

“Exactly!”

“Hey, what do you say we go on a picnic date on Saturday?”

You tilt your head at Seungcheol, eyebrows raised. “I mean, I’d love to but we need to… post on Saturday? We haven’t filmed anything yet so I thought we’d film early on Saturday and then… y’know.”

Seungcheol grins at you from the opposite end of the sofa; eyes glimmering with a playfulness that has you mumbling a quiet ‘I see’ before rolling your eyes jokingly at the male.

“I see you’re scheming so the answer is yes, ‘Cheol, I’d love to go on a date with you on Saturday.”

“Good, ‘cause I already have everything set up for us so it would’ve been a waste!”

The two of you share a laugh before you’re remembering what you needed to bring up to Seungcheol. “Hey, by the way… about the channel rebranding thing.” Pausing, you wait for him to give you his full attention before you continue. “I thought maybe, we skip next week’s Wednesday show and instead we do a Friday show and for the last time, do a Saturday show and that’ll be, like, the rebranding? Is that confusing?”

Seungcheol nods along slowly, “No I know what you’re goin’ for. Any ideas for the shows?”

Your face and cheeks feel hot as you squirm, “Well… I had this idea. Why don’t we each… come up with a show concept. I’ll pick Friday’s show and you can pick Saturday’s and we’ll go with each other’s idea. Not, like, a competition but y’know, I thought it’d be fun for our viewers too! They can see what we come up with when each of us have control of the theme.”

Seungcheol goes quiet, contemplating his options. “And neither of us will know what the other’s concept is until the show?”

“Mmhmm! All within our hard limits though! That’s the only rule.”

A grin finds its way onto Seungcheol’s face. 

Oh, did he have ideas.

“Sounds fun. Can’t wait to see what you come up with, baby.”

‘Jeongguk I have a favour.’

Jeon 🥴: always favours wit u but ok, i havent been disappointed yet

Jeon 🥴: u keep me on my toes, it makes me tingly 

‘Shut up’

‘Do you have Jimin’s phone number, by chance?’

Jeon 🥴: I mean yea i do but…

Jeon 🥴: nvm i dont wanna kno

Jeon 🥴: but actually i wanna kno before i give it to u

‘Just give me the number and you can find out next Saturday’

Jeon 🥴: cryptic but i like it

Jeon 🥴: 82 13 1013 0613

Jeon 🥴: ur welcome

‘Thanks, Jeongguk, I owe you.’

The week continues with you and Seungcheol continuing to plan without each other; sly smirks and hushed giggles passed between you both even when Friday’s show comes and goes.

Saturday morning greets you with cloudy skies and pouring rain and you pout at Seungcheol as soon as you manage to get the curtains open to watch the downpour.

“‘Cheol, it’s raining… How are we gonna go on a picnic date now?” He bites the inside of his cheek as he thinks.

“We can still go on our date, we’ll just… stay in the car. It’s not as romantic as I would’ve liked but I already had everything set up for us and even packed a basket.” He laughs under his breath, a little deflated that the rain had suddenly come and ruined his plans.

There went his idea of fucking you on a big picnic blanket out in the open.

“I gotta say, even though we’re just chilling in your parked car on the hillside… It’s actually quite pretty out here, ‘Cheol! Kinda calming with the rain and all~”

The two of you stay bundled up underneath a blanket in the backseat; the car windows already fogged up with the warmth the two of you radiate.

Seungcheol had packed a picnic basket filled with various snacks and premade food; a sheepish smile on his face when he told you he wasn’t sure what to bring.

“I would’ve made food but I wanted it to be a surprise and I also wasn’t sure what would’ve been good to bring. Although, now I’m thinkin’ we should’ve packed a thermos of hot chocolate or something.”

You pull away from him slightly, pouting. “That would’ve been good to warm us up a bit. I totally didn’t think of it either…”

Seungcheol grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Speaking of warming up…” He leaves the comfort of the blanket as he leans over to the side, placing his phone precariously on the phone holder that he’d set up on the backside of the driver’s seat to catch a side view of the two of you. He opens the camera app and quickly starts recording before he settles back into his place across from you.

“Well? Give it to me, baby. Right now.”

You feel a thrum of arousal pour over you at his sudden demand, “I--but--but I’m not p-prepped yet, I--”

Seungcheol chuckles, shaking his head slightly before he leans over you; making sure the two of you are within the camera’s line of filming.

“Baby, I just wanted a kiss.” Your entire face goes hot, all the way up to your ears. “O-oh.”

He leans in, soft lips pressing against your own as he tangles a hand in your hair to deepen the kiss. You melt into his touch, lips parting on their own as you let out soft moans that mix in with the pitter patter of rain outside.

His lips leave yours and before you can even get a word out, a shiver runs up your spine when he starts pressing soft kisses against your jawline.

“So pretty and all mine.” He mumbles; voice muffled against your warm skin. “And now everyone knows who you belong to, right, angel?”

You nod shakily, throat dry at the gentleness in Seongcheol’s voice. “Y-yeah… ‘m all yours, ‘C--Cheol…”

“Should I leave some reminders? Just in case anyone forgets.”

You mewl in response, eyes rolling back when you feel Seungcheol starting to leave love bites on your neck. He sucks on the skin, only to soothe it with his tongue moments after.

“A-ah, don’t l-leave so many or e-else…” Whining, you rub your thighs together under the blanket; already feeling the arousal starting to take over your body.

“Or else…? I wasn’t aware you were giving me orders now, baby.” He smirks against your skin, leaving one more love bite on the column of your neck before he pulls away.

He kisses you softly on the lips once more before he’s pulling the blanket off of you and tugging you onto his lap; a gentle, warm smile on his plush lips. Your lust filled eyes meet Seungcheol’s before they’re flitting down to your lap where he pushes your skirt up to reveal your panties and before you can fully comprehend, he’s already tearing at the material before he tosses it to the side.

“I want you to ride my cock just like this, baby. Forget the camera’s even rolling, I wanna see you getting off in the backseat of my car and I wanna see your pretty face when you’re falling apart from how good my cock fills up your pretty cunt.”

You rock your hips against Seungcheol’s; hands placed on his shoulder as you chase your pleasure.

“You look so pretty like this, angel. So fuckin’ cute when you’re getting what you want.” You moan in response, head thrown back when the head of his cock taps your g-spot.

“So fuckin’ wet for me.” Seungcheol pauses; hands snaking down your body until you feel them on the skin of your ass.

He squeezes your ass as you whine loudly, fingertips teasing at the puckered rim. “Ah, we should’ve brought a toy with us. Bet you would’ve liked both of your needy holes filled, huh?”

“Y-yes, fuck! S--Seungcheol!” You clench around his cock, bouncing in his lap harder when he pulls his fingers away.

“We’ll save it for another time~ Wouldn’t want to rock the car too much, y’know? And I’d want you to be comfortable when you have all your needy ‘lil holes filled, not in the backseat of my car.” He grins at your somewhat disappointed face; feet planted on the floor of the car before he’s thrusting up into you and matching your erratic movements.

“Oh, g-god, it feels s--so good! I, ah, w-wanna cum!” Whimpering, your brows furrow as your hazy eyes meet Seungcheol’s.

“Aww, my sweet angel wants to cum already? So fuckin’ easy. Only a few minutes on my cock and you’re already falling apart?”

When he smirks back at you; there’s a sudden pang of confidence that pours over you and in an instant, you move a free hand up to the column of his throat. You squeeze down slightly, only enough as a warning as he licks his lips at you.

There’s a beat of silence as the two of you stop your movements while you sit perfectly still on his cock.

“Hmm? Gonna choke me to shut me up, baby? Go ahead. Let’s see if you can.” He taunts, hands still on your clothed waist. You start swiveling your hips again, except this time you keep your hand loosely wrapped around his neck; fingertips only just pressing into the sides as he lets out a soft groan in return.

“I bet you’d like it t-too much, ‘Cheol…” He chuckles softly; nodding when he feels his cock throbbing inside of your pussy.

“Not as much as you do.” He starts thrusting up into you again, momentarily making you lose your hold on him when your body jostles from his harsh movements.

“Mmh, gonna cum in your pretty cunt ‘n then I’m gonna make you sit pretty with your fingers keeping my cum inside while I drive us both home. Fuck, bet you’d cum again just from that too. Sitting in the passenger’s seat, fingering my cum deeper into your needy cunt.”

Before Seungcheol can say any more, your other free hand quickly reaches for your discarded, torn panties; shoving them into his parted lips as he lets out a surprised noise around the fabric.

“You, ngh, t-talk too m-much…” You mutter.

Seungcheol can’t help but laugh around the fabric, quickly pulling your hand from around his neck as he swiftly maneuvers you off of his cock to switch your positions.

He presses you down into the backseat as he pistons his hips into you; his hands keeping your legs spread obscenely wide as he fucks you hard and fast.

The car rocks back and forth with his harsh movements and your moans only get louder and louder with each thrust of his hips that has the head of his cock slamming into your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna c-cum!” You feel your walls getting tighter around Seungcheol’s cock and he finds it harder and harder to thrust into you as your body starts to tense with your impending orgasm. He growls around the fabric in his mouth; eyes silently ordering you to cum as his hips start to lose rhythm.

“Ah, S--Seungcheol!”

His name rolls off of your tongue in quick succession until it turns into muddled, broken whines and cries and he fucks you right through your orgasm as he chases his own. He feels his cock throbbing inside of you as your walls flutter around him and he only manages a drawn out groan before he’s unloading all of his cum inside of you; head thrown back as he lets the waves of pleasure wash over his body.

You stare up at him through glassy eyes, chest heaving as you ride out the remnants of your high. “Ngh… gonna, mmh, make a--a mess on the s-seats…” Muttering, it takes a few quiet moments before Seungcheol is slowing down his thrusts to a complete halt but the glimmer in his eyes lets you know he’s not completely done with you just yet.

Seungcheol starts to slowly ease his cock out of you as you groan softly at the emptiness, waiting for the second you close your eyes to blink to make his move.

He takes his chance; pulling the soaked material from inside of his mouth just as the head of his cock is at your entrance and he quickly places the torn panties right where the head of his cock was, just a second ago.

“That was really cute of you, baby.” You breath hitches when you feel his fingers starting to press the material into your spent hole. “Really, really cute.”

Your thighs shake at the feeling of Seungcheol slowly pushing your panties into your cunt; eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let out shaky whimpers. “Oh, fuh--fuck, Seungcheol, mmh!”

“I actually packed a spare pair of panties for you, y’know? I was gonna play nice and eat your pretty ‘lil cunt out instead of letting you sit in cum soaked panties but I guess you had other plans, hmm? Got a little too greedy, perhaps?”

He smirks down at you, watching as your face contorts in unadulterated bliss when he pushes more and more of your panties into your pussy until only a small piece of fabric is left hanging out.

Seungcheol turns to face his phone that’s still recording, plucking it from the holder it’d been in before he flips the camera and films your body instead. He lets it linger on your fucked out expression before he brings it down to your pussy, filming your squirming body as you clench around the fabric keeping Seungcheol’s cum from spilling out of you and onto the backseat.

“Mm, and now you get to sit in the passenger’s seat, your own panties stuffed into your pussy while I drive home. But I bet it feels good, huh? Your needy ‘lil hole plugged up ‘til I can get you home so I can fuck you again. Unless you get really desperate, then I’ll let you take the panties out by yourself and you can finger your cunt and make yourself cum again.”

Goosebumps rise on your skin at his filthy words and you can’t help but bring a shaky hand down, fingertips already on your clit as Seungcheol raises a brow at you.

“You should get to d-driving then, ‘Cheol… Don’t you wanna find out what, ah, I choose?”

He shakes his head as he ends the recording on his phone; tossing the device to the side before he leans over you again.

“You’ve been getting really cocky with me, angel. Something I should know about?”

You blink up at him innocently, lips in a pout. 

“Nope~”

[kookingtae]

the equation of love (pt. 10)

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9 | pt. 10

professor yoongi x uni student reader

→scenario: When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.

→genre: smut | fluff | angst

→word count: 10.5k

→a/n: alternatively: fuck it, it’s been five years and this wip has been staring at me for three of them, so im just gonna post it. i have not read this over since 2018, so pls dont judge me too harshly hhsdg it’s unedited and probably a bit cringy, but then again what ch of teol isnt? this is NOT all that i have planned for the series, but i figured something is better than nothing, right? and perhaps the saying better later than never applies here, too. maybe one day i’ll finally get around to finishing it (by then im sure no one will even be around to remember what teol is lmao) but until then, enjoy what ive been sitting on! and as always, if you’re still here, thank you for your endless patience and support with this series <3

→another a/n: after this will probably be an epilogue!

→tw: mentions of blackmail, r*pe and sexual assault (we mostly just get closure on the whole professor lee & jun situation!!)

→warning: this chapter is not a happy ending, but it’s not necessarily a BAD one either, so for those who don’t like to finish on an unhappy note, it’s up to you on whether you’d like to read it or wait for the epilogue to be posted!

Running water.

It was such a simple yet fascinating concept—atoms and molecules coming together to form the only substance on earth that has a natural state in all forms, while having the power to kill in three different ways. Solid, by hypothermia; liquid, by drowning; gas, by suffocation. This substance can take three different forms, yet it's most commonly a liquid, covering nearly 71% of the world with translucent bodies of water. Oceans, ponds, lakes—though the most enchanting of them all were rivers. They were always moving, crashing beyond rocks and bustling with the flow of the current and gravitational pull of the earth. Rivers were passionate, and strong, and no matter how hard one tried they couldn't break the whipping tide that was pushing against them. Nothing could cause the powerful force to falter.

But, like most things, even rivers must come to an end. The current stops flowing, and the waves stop breaking around the jagged rocks, and the powerful force that seemed it would never end dulls to a still, calm lull, as if the river was nothing more than a brief yet raging storm. All the passion, all the fight—over in a blink of an eye, left to dissipate into the mysteries of the vast ocean.

Staring down at the picture on the cell phone screen in front of me was like getting pulled by the current of a river; down, down, down I flowed until there was no river left around me and I was left stranded in the middle of the sea. Yoongi and I were once raging, and passionate, and ready to fight against anyone who tried to tear us down, but now the fight was over. We had been dragged too far, fading into a body of water that was not our own. This was bigger than us.

Yes, like the flow of a river, all things must come to an end.

"That's it," Yoongi gritted his teeth, and I felt the dip of the mattress beneath me as he rose to his feet in anger.

"Yoongi," I called his name in a warning tone, warily standing up from the bed and watching him move around the room. "What are you doing?"

"I'm over it," he said, hastily throwing the first articles of clothing he could grab from his drawers over his body. "I'm done dealing with all of this, Y/N! I'm going up to the school."

Despite the flare of determination that sparked in my heart at his words, his rage seeming to radiate off of him and onto me as well, I couldn't help the trepidation that I was also filled with; Yoongi didn't have a history of making rational decisions out of anger.

"Don't you think you should calm down first?" I offered, trying my best to match his pace around the room.

"No!" Yoongi suddenly skidded to a halt in front of me, his eyes wild and crazed. "I'm going to find her and I'm going to fucking kill her!"

I could only stand with a gaping mouth and watch as he stormed out of the room, leaving me with no choice but to pull on my old clothes and chase his stomping foot steps. He grabbed his keys before storming out of the apartment, down the stairs, and outside into the parking lot. I tried to ignore the blindingly bright sunlight as I squinted my eyes and continued after him.

"Follow me up to the school," Yoongi barked as he hopped into his car.

"Yoongi–" I started, but my consoling voice was cut off by the slam of his door. I frowned, scrambling to unlock my vehicle as his engine roared to life.

The drive to the university was a nerve-wracking one. I kept a watchful eye on Yoongi to make sure he wasn't speeding or swerving all over the road; they say you're not supposed to operate a vehicle while you're upset. Though it would seem my efforts were futile, because he did in fact speed and swerve, and all I could do was frown and try to keep up.

It wasn't that I wasn't angered by Professor Lee; I was furious, rage and disgust and frustration all stewing inside of me like a pot of water that was ready to boil over. But I just couldn't help but worry for Yoongi. I had always been the non-confrontational type, always hoping that with a little time things would get better if they were ignored long enough. But it would seem that my method was proven inefficient today, because as much as I had tried to ignore her antics, that wicked woman wouldn't stop at anything to make sure Yoongi and I were properly dragged through the mud and going down like a ship engulfed in flames. Yet as much as that angered me, I couldn't bare the thought of the turmoil it was causing Yoongi. I didn't know when I had started casting my own feelings aside and putting his above—it was a gradual thing rather than one, defining moment—but it was only another factor that proved how much I actually loved this man. And that very thought instilled a fear that shook me to the very bone.

We had a lot more to lose now than just his job and my education. We could be losing us. And that was more important now than it had ever been before.

Once we arrived at the university there were a lot of screeching brakes, messy parking and fumbling hands as I scrambled to catch up to his looming figure that seemed to stalk towards the building at an unnatural pace. The pounding of my heavy heartbeat was what drove me forward, anxiety rising with each quickened step that I took.

"Yoongi!" I yelled once I had lessened the distance between us, now dead center on the campus sidewalk. "Yoongi, wait!"

All of a sudden he whirled around, his abrupt halt causing me to crash straight into his chest. I let out a yelp in surprise, eyes wide and ready to interrogate him, before I felt the smooth curvature of his palms on either side of my face as he tilted my head up to his and slammed his mouth onto mine.

The world stopped spinning for a moment, everything around me fading into the motions of his plush skin, his soft lips exploding with flavor and spilling over my tastebuds, satisfying my thirst in a way that no water ever could. I didn't even question it for a second before I was melting into him, quite literally becoming putty in his hands as the rest of the world instantaneously escaped my mind.

It's funny the way that worked—the way he was able to completely erase everything that had once existed in the blink of an eye, just by his simple touch. Whether it was magic, or I was just that fucking whipped, I didn't know. But either way, I didn't possess the power to stop it even if I wanted to.

When Yoongi finally broke away, he was breathing heavily, his breath fanning across my face in cool puffs of air. "I don't care what anyone thinks anymore," he spoke onto my lips, his forehead pressing against mine with a firm force. "Let them see. The only thing I care about is you."

It was then that I was suddenly aware of our surroundings, the reality of our world crashing down around me as I glanced around at all the eyes watching us. It varied; there were those choosing to spare us a glance as they walked to and from their classes, those who stalled their current actions to lift their heads to us not once, not twice, but three times, and then there were those who stopped altogether, their widened eyes and slackened jaws dead giveaways that they knew exactly who Yoongi was: Professor Min, Algebra 101 instructor.

A stroke of his thumb across my cheek brought my attention back to him; I stared up into his eyes, the desperate look in them captivating me and making it impossible to look away. His chest was rising and falling beneath his shirt, his fingers were grappling at my face as he brushed my wisps of hair out of the way, silently begging me to understand, to agree with him.

And in that moment, I knew what I had to do.

My lungs were filled with a breath of newfound determination, dazed and driven by Yoongi's words and embrace. "I love you," I spoke with conviction, caressing the nape of his neck as if to give him more reassurance. "Let's go.”

With that I grabbed his hand, holding my head high for the rest of the campus to see as I started up Yoongi's stride towards the school's building. He was right beside me, weaving his fingers through mine and giving my hand an extra squeeze as if to say that he was here, that he was proud to let the world know that I was his and he was mine, and that he wasn't going anywhere.

We were going to take down Professor Lee.

The seminar room was empty of students when we stormed in. Seats were placed throughout the floor, papers were scattered on the desks, and Professor Lee was at the front of the room, fiddling with the cords from the projector screen.

At the sound of the door opening, her head snapped up. "Well well well, look what we have here," she smirked when she saw us, making no plans to move as she saw me marching over to her. "You know, I really don't think–"

Slap!

The impact of my palm to her face cut off her words, skin on skin contact crackling through the room and echoing into a deafening silence.

Professor Lee gasped, immediately grasping where a red mark was now forming on her cheek before looking up at me with wild eyes. "You just slapped me!" She cried in disbelief.

"You're damn right I did," I gritted my teeth, taking a threatening step towards her and raising my palm. "Want me to do it again?"

It was then that I felt Yoongi's hand on my back, the feeling having an instant calming effect over my senses whether he wanted it to or not. I sighed before visibly relaxing and lowering my hand.

"You're barbaric!" Professor Lee was foaming at the mouth, still holding her face with a slack jaw. "Are you forgetting that I'm a professor? When Dr. Kim finds out about this, I swear he'll–"

"Tell him!" I roared as loud as my vocal chords would let me. "Tell whoever, tell the whole world, I don't fucking care! I'm done with your bullshit, you selfish psychotic witch!"

With that I gave her one final shove against her shoulders, and when both of her hands flew out to grab ahold her surroundings in an effort to keep from falling over, I planted another slap right across her face. The impact stung my hand, but I didn't care. Seeing Professor Lee stumble through the air was worth it.

"Baby," Yoongi spoke in a gentle yet warning tone next to me, and I had almost forgotten he was there until I felt his grip slightly tighten around my waist. It was a comforting hold, as if to say he completely trusted and supported whatever I chose to do in this situation, but still a protective hold nonetheless. He wanted to make sure I wasn't going to get myself hurt.

"You know, what is your problem, exactly?" I tilted my head at her as she struggled to get her bearings straight. "Is there an actual reason you're doing all of this, or are you just mentally insane?"

"It–it's not right!" Professor Lee stuttered with wide eyes, raising a shaky finger to point at me and Yoongi. "Your relationship, it's–"

"Oh cut the bullshit, Sara," Yoongi let out a sound of disgust from beside me. "We all know that's not why."

"I... I..." she stumbled for words, wide eyes glancing back and forth between the two of us. "Who do you guys think you are? You can't just storm in here and start attacking me–"

I took a menacing step forward, pure rage making up for what I lacked in intimidation. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I fumed, reaching out to grab her again.

"No, please!" She suddenly cowered before I could get to her, shielding her head away from me with her arms. "I—Yoongi, I'm in love with you!"

Her confession sent me reeling backwards in a downwards spiral, my body instantly going limp as I watched her with a dumbfounded expression. A vast silence echoed throughout the room that could be cut with a knife before she finally spoke again.

"Ever since you started working here, I knew you were the one. I just knew it." Her voice was sad, exhausted now, and a look of defeat washed over her features.

"What?" Yoongi gaped in disbelief. "Sara, that was two years ago!"

"I know!" She spat harshly. "You don't think I know that? For two years, I had to deal with this silly crush I had on you. I had to spend every day with you, watching it bloom into love overtime, and there was nothing I could do about it."

"You could've just told me!" Yoongi exclaimed as if that was the obvious answer.

Professor Lee snorted humorlessly. "Yeah, and be made a fool of? No thanks." She lowered her eyes to the ground.

"Sara, we're grown adults. You could've acted like one and fucking said something to me about it, made a move, anything but drag my career under the bus!" Yoongi's voice was strained now, his eyes wide as if silently begging her to understand him while he was equally trying to understand her.

"I was going to!" She lashed out again while whipping her head up towards him. "I was working up the courage to ask you out on a date, and then I see that fucking slut on your lap and I–"

"Don't you dare call Y/N that," Yoongi suddenly growled, pushing past me and stepping towards her intimidatingly. "One more thing out of your mouth about her and I swear to god I will kill you right here, right now."

My breath hitched in my throat at his threat and I couldn't help but weave my arm around his to grab his hand, intertwining our fingers and squeezing tightly. He gripped mine back even tighter, as if he was desperately trying to latch onto whatever calming effect I seemed to have over him.

Professor Lee swallowed, choosing to stay silent and watch him carefully as jagged breaths rose and fell from her chest. "The point is," she continued on, "I saw you with someone else—someone who wasn't me. And that completely tore my heart to shreds."

"So the only solution is to ruin our lives," I chimed in sarcastically.

"I may not have gone about it the best way," she quickly gritted her teeth and shot me a glare before turning her attention back to Yoongi, "but I had to act on instinct. I still wanted to be with you, so I figured that maybe if I split the two of you up, you would have no one else to turn to but me."

Yoongi just stared at her, his face scrunched up in a mix of confusion and disgust. "Do you know how sick and twisted that is?" He asked.

"All I ever wanted was to be with you, Yoongi," she pleaded, her tone vulnerable now as she took a tentative step towards him and started to raise her hand up to caress his cheek. "I still do. It's not too late; we can leave now, just you and me and forget this whole thing–"

"Don't fucking touch me," he knocked her hand away with his forearm just before it could reach his face. "If you think I'm going anywhere with you, you're even crazier than I thought." He then stepped back to wrap his arm around my waist and pull me securely into his side. "I'm in love with Y/N, and I don't give a shit what rumors you or anyone else wants to spread about it. You're fucking pathetic."

At that moment there was the sound of a door bursting open, causing the three of us to turn our attention to the entrance of the room. There, standing in the doorway, was Dr. Kim.

The sight of him immediately deflated the elation I was feeling from Yoongi's words, instantly replacing them with a sense of anxiety and fear that lodged its way into my throat until I was sure I would die from suffocation. This was it; according to the text from Professor Lee, he had already seen the picture of me and Yoongi kissing. This was the moment that would decide our future forever.

I just hoped we had enough evidence against Professor Lee for him to take our side.

"So let me get this straight." Dr. Kim folded his hands on the dark oak wood of his office desk. "Professor Min and Y/N had relations before Y/N became a student here, while Yoongi was unaware of her age?"

"Yes sir," Yoongi nodded his head in assurance.

"And then you continued your relationship, even after finding out that she was your student."

"He didn't at first," I interjected in hopes of getting some of the heat off of Yoongi. "He tried to call it off, but I kept pushing it. The reason we got back together during school was my fault, not his."

Yoongi's eyes met mine from the chair next to me, his gaze seeming to hold the words that silently spoke that's not true, and I instantly knew what he was thinking. In actuality, he had been the one to give me after-school tutoring on that Saturday during the homecoming football game, not I. He had been the one to kiss me first that day. But there was no way in hell I would ever tell that to the dean.

"I don't care whose fault it is; all that matters is that it happened," Dr. Kim frowned. "And it's still happening if I'm not mistaken, correct?"

"I... um," my eyes flickered to Yoongi, every fiber of my being starting to fill with panic. Shit, we should've discussed this beforehand. I wasn't going to willingly rat Yoongi out, no matter how many times he's said he didn't care anymore if people knew about us.

Suddenly I felt the warm, soft sensation of skin wrapping around the curvature of my hand that was resting atop the wooden armrest. "Yes, it's still happening," Yoongi spoke, and then his fingers were intertwining with mine.

I practically choked on my own spit at his words; did this boy have a death wish? A cough came sputtering out of my lungs, the sound causing everyone in the room to look at me until I'd settled down. Even Professor Lee leaned forward from her seat on the other side of Yoongi, bewilderment written all over her expression as she gave me a look of disgust.

"Well there's your proof right there." She threw her hands up in defeat before gesturing to the two of us. "What more do you need? Expel them, Dr. Kim."

"B–but that's not it!" I suddenly exclaimed and lurched forward, feeling the heat of everyone's stare on our embraced hands, which in turn only made me grip him even harder for support. "Dr. Kim, you have to believe me when I tell you that Professor Lee has worked hard to make my life a living hell ever since I got to this school. She had a vendetta against me; she's in love with Yoongi, and so she–"

"That's not true!" Professor Lee screeched.

"She worked to turn people against us rather than coming to you because she wanted to blackmail Yoongi into being with her," I ignored her interjection and continued. "She even made a seminar about it—the mandatory seminar that everyone attended today!"

The dean turned his attention towards her. "The seminar about the importance of practicing safe sex?" He questioned in bewilderment.

My eyes practically bulged out of my head at his words; that's what she was telling everyone it was about?

"It was!" She scrambled in defense. "I mean I... I may have brought up Yoongi and Y/N as an example, but that's only because they fit the part! Y/N had a pregnancy scare not too long ago, and I didn't want the same thing to happen to our students!"

I felt the color draining from my face, blanching it a stone cold white and decimating any feeling I had left in my body.

How the fuck did she know about the pregnancy?

My head instantly whipped towards Yoongi to see if he had any logical explanation for this, and his face was as poised and stoic as ever in front of his two colleagues—but I could see through it. I knew him well enough to catch onto the slightest falter in his blinking, the increase in heat that collected between our palms, the small twitch of his mouth that would've gone unnoticed by anyone else who observed him. I knew there was no way he could've told Professor Lee about the pregnancy, because he was just as blindsided as I was.

Dr. Kim simply raised his eyebrows in interest before turning back to Yoongi and me.

"Dr. Kim," Yoongi spoke, his voice dripping with amusement, "I mean no disrespect, but do you honestly think that if Y/N had a pregnancy scare, we would tell Sara about it? Come on; not after all she did to us."

"They—they didn't tell me!" Professor Lee huffed out a desperate breath. "I overheard them while I was–"

"While you were what?" I interrupted with a raise of my eyebrow. "While you were spying on us to find any blackmail you could use on Yoongi?"

"N–no!" She stuttered, though at this point it was obvious that she was making up lies on the spot. "While I was walking past the classroom!"

"Why would we be talking about that with the door open?!"

"Enough!" Dr. Kim barked, his deep voice rumbling throughout the small office. We all grew silent as we turned our attention to him. "There will be no arguing of he said/she said in my office," he scolded, then turned his attention to Yoongi before speaking. "I understand that there was someone you wanted me to see?"

Yoongi, who had remained calm during all of this, simply nodded his head before releasing my hand. "Yes, sir," he said as he stood up and walked towards the door.

My eyebrows were knitted in confusion as I watched it all transpire: the words exchanged between the two men, Yoongi rising out of his seat, the sight of my biology professor being revealed behind the closed door. The whole thing came as a surprise to me, and my emotions seemed to be having a war between the shock and relief that I felt raging like a storm in the pit of my stomach.

Why didn't Yoongi tell me about Professor Park being involved in this discussion? When did he have time to ask her to come? Did it even matter at this point?

"Professor Park," Dr. Kim widened his eyes, his frame physically reclining back in his seat. "I'm surprised to see you here."

"As am I to be here," she smiled though her voice was venomous, eyes flashing to a very alarmed Professor Lee.

"Mia?!" The woman barked in disbelief at her friend's entrance. "What are you doing here?"

"Something I should've done a long time ago," Professor Park replied, and with that she turned towards the dean and opened her mouth to speak.

"I'm here to testify on the behalf of Min Yoongi and Y/N."

Earth-shattering elation rippled through me from the inside out, starting at the base of my toes and spiraling to the top of my head and the tips of my fingers, causing them to tingle and buzz with a newfound sense of hope. We might actually have a chance!

"What?!" Professor Lee's voice ripped through the air in a deafening screech. "This isn't a court case! You don't get to play witness!"

"Actually, if Professor Park has witnessed anything, I would definitely like to know," Dr. Kim chimed in, raising an eyebrow towards my biology professor.

Professor Park nodded her head towards him in appreciation before speaking. "A few months ago Sara approached me in my classroom to tell me about the nasty rumors that were surrounding her and a student. She singled the student out, saying to purposely damage their grades because they were treating her unfairly and disrespecting her rules and authority as a professor; she even went so far as to say that they were sending her death threats"

"What?!" The word ripped from my throat faster than I could blink as I stared jaw-dropped at the women in the room.

"That's not true!" Professor Lee instantly protested as expected. "Sir, I can assure you that I never–"

"I have the text messages if you want," Professor Park offered in a tone so nonchalant one would've thought she was conversing about the weather.

Dr. Kim raised an eyebrow. "Text messages? I thought you said she came by your class?"

"She did, sir." Mia interlaced her fingers in front of her and bowed her head politely. "We spoke about it on multiple occasions. I asked why she wouldn't just go to you, or even the authorities if the student was making death threats, but Sara was adamant. She didn't want any scandals revolving around her so that she could maintain the level of professionalism that she had developed here."

I heard a snort coming from next to me, and it was with a swollen heart of pride that I realized the sound came from Yoongi trying to hold in a laugh.

Professionalism? Her? I had never heard anything so far fetched in my life.

Sara simply glared as Mia ignored him and continued. "She assured me that the best way to deal with this pesky student was to slowly start to fail them, and I'll admit, I was angry for her. Sara was my friend, and I respected her enough to believe what she was telling me and follow her requests." She turned her head to where I sat on the other side of Yoongi. "That student was you, Y/N. And I just wanted to say that I am so sorry for the way I handled things. You were treated unfairly and poorly due to false information."

"It wasn't false!" Professor Lee jumped in to defend herself, but everyone was pretty much ignoring her. Even the dean could tell she was playing the part of the boy who cried wolf at this point.

"I'd like to see those text messages, if you don't mind." Dr. Kim reached his hand out expectantly.

There was a brief moment of silence while Professor Park nodded and tapped away on her phone before handing it to him. His cold and calculated eyes scanned the screen while saying nothing, all three of us waiting with bated breath for him to come to a decision in his mind.

There was no where left for her to run. With these text messages, all the constant denying that Professor Lee has done will be proven false and she will be exposed for all the hell she's put me through this semester. My heart was practically bursting at the thought.

"Well I would've appreciated it if you ladies had come to me with this information instead of handling it amongst yourselves, true or not," Dr. Kim finally sighed before giving Sara his full attention. "Ms. Lee, you have three people accusing you. Even if you didn't do it, there's obviously something that's turning them against you. And here at this university we strive to hold cooperation and communication above all else. If you don't get along with the fellow staff here, then why should I believe that they're the problem and not you?"

"Um, because Min Yoongi is fucking his student?!" Professor Lee was fuming now, her upper body lurching forward in her seat and her hands gripping the arm rests for dear life. "He literally just admitted to it!"

"Language, Ms. Lee," Dr. Kim scolded calmly. "I still like to maintain a professional attitude here in my office."

"I apologize sir, but that's beside the point." She was sitting back in her seat now, though her tone was no less frantic. "Min Yoongi is in a relationship with his student, and staff cooperation or not, I don't really think that's in the teacher handbook." She raised a snarky eyebrow at us as if believing that she had finally won.

I knitted my eyebrows, my palms feeling slick with a nervous sweat against Yoongi's as I realized the bigger problem here. It wasn't whatever lies and schemes Professor Lee had cooked up with my biology teacher; it wasn't even Professor Lee herself. It was the fact that Yoongi and I were in a relationship, and that was going to have enough consequences alone to shake me to my very core with fear.

"She's right," Dr. Kim uttered the words that I was silently hoping he wouldn't say, my grip tightening on Yoongi as I anticipated whatever outcome he's decided. Our fate was in his hands.

"Of course I am." Professor Lee crossed her arms and sat back in her seat with a smug grin.

"I'm afraid I have no choice." He was shaking his head, frowning at us apologetically though the sentiment didn't reach his eyes. "Mr. Min, I am sorry to inform you that you will have to be forced to resign from our university."

The color instantly drained from my face, and with it pulling all five senses that I have into the depths of the earth until I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak—I could barely even breathe. There was a lump that was forming in my throat and settling deep within my gut, all of this feeling fake, too fake to be real.

Yoongi was fired, and it was all because of me.

"I understand, sir."

It was Yoongi's words that were pulling me from my fog of disbelief and devastation, my eyes blinking in an effort to snap back to reality as I looked from him to the dean. "No. No, there has to be something we can do, please!" I begged, my voice starting to get frantic the more the severity of the situation hit me. "I–I'll drop out! You don't have to worry about me ever coming near here again, just please, please don't fire him!"

"Y/N..." Yoongi's voice was quiet and full of resignation, defeat, but I wasn't giving up.

"Yoongi is an amazing professor who has worked here for, what, two years? He's extraordinary at what he does and students love him. It's not easy to find a professor like that everyday." I was staring into the eyes of the dean now, trying to move him with my words. "You shouldn't throw away someone as great as him just because of some stupid 18 year old's mistake! Please, Dr Kim." I leaned forward in my seat, the room silent as I spoke. "He wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for me. Please, let me suffer the consequences, not him."

I continued to stare in Dr. Kim's eyes, silently channeling my emotions through the pleading expression in my eyes, and it wasn't until I felt a comforting hand on my back that I was instantly drawn away into a more calm state in my chair. I gazed over at the owner of the hand, and he flashed back that smile I loved except it was sad, and it didn't reach his eyes, and I could tell there was so much he wanted to say to me right now if we weren't in the confinement of his boss' office.

"I understand your efforts, Y/N, but there's nothing I can do." Dr. Kim shook his head, and it was as if the world around me was shattering into blades of glass, scraping at my skin and leaving bloody wounds that I knew would never heal. "Mr. Min was involved in this relationship as well, and no matter whose fault it is, the professor needs to be held accountable. There is a level of professionalism and maturity that he must possess in order to work here; he's your superior, a respectable authority figure, and so he should've known better."

It was all I could do to keep from crying as I lowered my eyes and shook my head, every inch of my heart breaking for Yoongi until all that was left were tiny fragments to scatter in the wind. I couldn't believe I'd done this to him. The very thing he'd been worried about from the start—I had ruined his career.

"It is our goal as a university to see our students succeed," he continued, though I could barely hear a thing. "As for you, Y/N, I see no reason as to why you shouldn't keep attending this university."

I blinked a few times, confused. "You want me to... what?"

"You will have a suspension on your student records, mind you, and one more of those will lead to expulsion," he explained. "Though that doesn't mean that you can't keep going to school here. You will have to meet with an advisor every two weeks, though, who will be keeping a close watch on your behavior."

I could barely even believe my ears; had my hearing been completely lost due to the shock of the situation? "That's totally a double standard!" I gestured to Yoongi in disbelief.

"Y/N, it's okay..." Yoongi tried to calm me down.

"No, it's not okay!" I roared, eyes wide and brows furrowed in disbelief as I glanced at him before turning back to the dean. "Where do you think you can get off by treating people like this? This is his career—his life!"

"That will be enough from you, Ms. Y/N," Dr. Kim bellowed in a stern voice as he frowned. "I'm doing you a favor here by letting you continue your education. Speak out against me one more time and I will be revoking that offer."

His words were deafening throughout the office; it was suddenly understandable why he was so feared by those who worked under him. Yoongi started to run his hand along my spine in a soothing manner, and though it helped relax my fiery nerves and clear my foggy mind, I was still just as upset—if not more, now that the information was beginning to settle in.

"So that's it then?" Professor Lee spoke for the first time in a while, her lips pressed into a firm line, obviously disappointed by the turn of events though she didn't dare to speak out against Dr. Kim as he had warned. "Yoongi gets fired and Y/N gets a free ride?"

"Not so fast, Ms. Lee." The dean turned to her. "What you did was beyond unprofessional. You violated several school policies as well as bullied a student! Do you think that type of behavior is acceptable as a professor?"

Professor Lee opened her mouth as if to protest before slowly shutting it again, realizing that she had nothing left that she hadn't already denied. It was obvious that the evidence given to him by Professor Park, who stood silent in the corner of the room, was incriminating enough to sway his decision.

"I'm sorry to have to inform you that you will be fired as well."

"What?!" Her shrill voice screeched through the air, tearing whatever I had left of my eardrums and rendering me deaf here in this office. "What I did was no where near as bad as Yoongi and Y/N!"

"If anything, it was worse." Dr. Kim folded his hands over his desk. "Let's not forget that you managed to involve the entire student body in a false seminar that maliciously exposed one of our students and professors," he raised an eyebrow at her, "and that was just today."

"Yeah, not to mention all the other shit you did behind my back to make my life a living hell," I couldn't help from interjecting in a heated tone, though I backed off upon seeing the dean's stern gaze.

He redirected his attention back to Sara. "Here at this university, we strive to have a professional relationship, safe environment, and healthy lifestyle for our students. Neither of you achieved those three goals, so both of you will have to be let go."

Yoongi's expression simply remained placid and free of any emotion while Professor Lee's reaction was practically visceral, though neither spoke a word as heavy silence fell over the small office.

"Am I... am I still needed, sir?" It was Professor Park whose voice broke through the tension, everyone having forgotten she was there in the midst of the emotion-filled chaos. "Because if not, then I'm going to go."

"No, I'm just about finished here." Dr. Kim let out a sigh, as if what just transpired had been hard on him out of all people in the room. My blood boiled just looking at him, though I know I had to learn when to speak out and when to bite my tongue as Yoongi had taught me.

"Dr. Kim, is there any way you can reconsi–"

"That will be enough from you, Ms. Lee," his booming voice interrupted the frantic professor. "I've said all that I need to say on the matter. I'm not changing my mind."

"Dr. Kim?" I spoke up just as Professor Lee and Professor Park were getting ready to walk out the door. "I–I have something else to tell you. Un-related to this," I threw in when I saw him throw a glance in Lee's direction.

The man sighed before waving them out, leaving his office empty of visitors other than me and Yoongi in the chairs. I wasn't going to let that boy go anywhere.

"Y/N, I'm sorry that the outcome isn't exactly what you wanted but I'm afraid there's nothing I can–"

"Choi Junwoo tried to rape me," I blurted out.

There was a moment's pause as the dean was stunned silent with wide eyes, and out of my peripheral vision I could see Yoongi tense up and inhale sharply next to me.

"W–what–"

"Choi Junwoo," I spoke slowly for him so that he'd understand, "a student here at this university, tried to rape me at a frat party."

I couldn't leave the office without saying it. I couldn't leave the office without telling him. This wasn't just about me or the turmoil or trauma he caused; this was for every other girl in the future who might be a victim of Jun. Though in my heart I truthfully believed he was a good person, and that he really was just intoxicated beyond belief that night, it was still no excuse. If he had rape-tendencies while he was drunk and I didn't speak out about it, then I would be no better when it came to helping other sexual assault victims.

"Are you sure–"

"I found them at the party while he was mid-act," Yoongi jumped in, probably figuring he was already fired so there was nothing left for him to lose when it came to revealing details about our relationship outside of school. "It was... disgusting. I got her out of there immediately, but not before punching that bastard in the face."

"Metaphorically, of course!" I couldn't help but chime in, not wanting an assault charge to be on his record as well.

Thankfully Dr. Kim simply brushed off that minuet detail in favor for the more important issue at hand. "Y/N, what you're telling me will ruin this student's future. Are you absolutely sure you want to file this?"

Despite the anger that swelled up inside of me from him questioning my accusation, I still couldn't help the little trickle of doubt that crept in as I considered his words. At one point, Jun had been a friend... maybe even a potential lover had Yoongi not been in the picture. Dr. Kim was right, this information could potentially ruin his reputation, his education, his record... was I ready to carry the weight of knowledge that I've ruined someone's life forever?

"What are you talking about? Of course!" Yoongi spat an answer before I even had a chance to finish my thoughts. "She told you what happened, didn't she? Why would she speak out about something like this if she was making it up?"

"Maybe a personal vendetta?" The dean shrugged his shoulders. "People will do crazy things for revenge."

Now that got me heated. "The only one who wanted revenge here was Junwoo!" I stood up from my seat to yell. "He liked me and was mad that I turned him down. As if I owed my feelings to him or something! And when I told him no, he forced himself on me?! Is that really the type of message you want to send at this college? You know, since you're so high and mighty on "cooperation"," I did air quotes of sarcasm around my last words, my ears practically steaming with boiling rage.

"We will come out about this story, by the way," Yoongi added in, his voice full of venom. "And how will that look if you tried to keep us silent?"

"You can forget about me attending this university," I hissed.

"Alright, alright, settle down, the both of you," Dr. Kim lowered his hands in a calming manner. "I was not suggesting I buy your silence or anything of that nature. I was simply making sure you wanted to go through with this."

"Yes," Yoongi and I both answered in unison.

The dean nodded his head before clasping his hands together. "Alright."

The rest of the time in the office with spent filling on paperwork on a claim against Junwoo. I'd been given the option to be kept in the loop or even present when everything went down, though I politely declined. I wanted nothing more to do with that boy.

Though it would seem Professor Lee didn't share the same sentiment when it came to me, because as soon as soon as the two of us walked hand in hand into the hallway and Dr. Kim's door was securely shut, she sprung into action.

"You bitch!" She shrieked, not wasting another second as she leaped through the air and onto my body like a crouched tiger that was waiting for the right moment to attack. I felt the pressure of her weight against my chest and the sting of her nails scraping against my cheek, and before I knew it I was stumbling down, down onto the ground with another vicious blow to my jaw that was accompanied by her fist.

It all happened within a matter of seconds, but it wasn't long until I heard Yoongi yell Sara! and then her weight vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.

All I could do was stare with wide eyes as Yoongi slammed her shoulders back against the wall, though it was the look in his eyes that caught my attention. I had seen that expression before.

He was about to throw a punch.

"Yoongi, stop!" I cried, summoning all the strength I possessed to push myself to my feet and stumble over to the pair.

Yoongi whipped his head towards me with exasperated, almost wild eyes and his brows knitted in confusion and disbelief. "Y/N, she attacked you!"

"She isn't worth it," I spoke firmly in an attempt to get through to him. "Yoongi, just let it go. She isn't worth the trouble anymore."

It was when I placed a soothing hand against his back that Yoongi finally sighed, his stance visibly relaxing and his hands dropping from Professor Lee's shoulders. "She's right," he spit in a low, venomous tone as he turned back to her and grit his teeth. "Thanks to Dr. Kim, you already got what you deserve."

"Yoongi," there were sudden sobs that were tearing through the hallway, and it took me a moment to realize that Professor Lee was now... crying.

"Yoongi," she continued as she clung onto his shoulders. "Yoongi, I loved you!"

Somewhere deep inside of me, past all the burning hatred for what this woman has done to my life out of pure jealousy, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her. This was once me, heartbroken over the effects of unrequited love. Yoongi was a very sought-after man, I'd come to realize, and it wasn't about my feelings or Professor Lee's or anyone else's. It was about his.

"Sara," Yoongi sighed, and there was almost a wince in his tone from how hard he was trying to make her understand. "It's over."

"W–what?" The woman was scrambling now. "It doesn't have to be! We can go back to the way things were–"

"There never was a ‘we’!" He ripped her hands from his shoulders. "We were friends, and then you sabotaged my career and Y/N's education. You never once spoke out about your feelings, came forward, handled things like adults," he stressed the last line. "You never once did any of those things! Instead you belittled another woman and cost yourself your job all for a man—someone who until now, was your friend." Yoongi sighed again and shook his head. "I hope you get the help you need, Sara. I'm sure there is someone out there who will love you unconditionally... but that person is not me."

And with that, he put a gentle hand on my back and we walked away.

“Oh my god.”

Those were the first words out of my mouth the second we exited the building, my hands resting on my head in disbelief as I turned to Yoongi. “Holy shit, Yoongi–“

“Shhh,” he instantly consoled me, his arms engulfing me in a comforting hug and my face tucking underneath his chin as he held me close. “We did it, Y/N. It’s all over.”

I stayed in his embrace for a few moments as his words sunk in. It was all over. No more secrets, no more Professor Lee—no more anything.

“B–but your job...” I pulled away to look up at him with a shaky tone, my brows furrowed in concern. “Dr. Kim fired you, he–“

“I resigned, Y/N. There’s a difference.”

“Is there?” I couldn’t help but look up at him with a hopeless expression.

Yoongi simply nodded his head, the picture of nonchalance as if his career hadn’t just changed forever. “Yes. If I had gotten fired, it would look terrible on my resumé should I apply for another teaching position. However, given the circumstances of our arrangement...” he paused, no doubt thinking of Professor Lee, “I suppose he decided to take it easy on us all.”

My shoulders deflated in relief. “Well thank god for that...” I sighed, not even wanting to think of what could’ve happened if Dr. Kim had given us the harshest punishment. In an ironic, twisted way, I suppose I have Professor Lee to thank for that. If she wouldn’t have made my life a living hell, it would’ve been that much worse if Dr. Kim ever found out on his own.

“But none of that even matters to me right now,” Yoongi suddenly snapped, and then in the time it took me to raise an questioning eyebrow he had already grabbed both sides of my face and rammed his lips into mine, the same as he did before we went inside to confront Professor Lee.

Only this time, the kiss was different. It didn’t hold promises and potential; it held freedom. It held the success of finally getting through everything by the skin of our teeth, the relief and the pride and the pure love that we have for each other after overcoming everything that we’ve been through together. I kissed him and I didn’t care who saw—because he wasn’t my professor anymore. There were no invisible chains that bounded us apart. It was just me and him sticking together against all odds. Never in my life did I think I would ever be a part of a relationship so committed, so passionate, so determined. He and I would never stop fighting for each other.

“I love you, Min Yoongi,” I murmured against his mouth with a grin on my features that was hard to disguise—especially when I felt the corners of his lips pull up into that gummy smile that I adored with all of my heart.

“God, I love you too, Y/N,” he replied back with a content sigh, and then he continued to kiss me on the busy campus sidewalk until we were both breathless and blue in the face.

Because we now had nothing to lose.

Despite finally being released from the clutches that school had on us, the days following the meeting with Dr. Kim were not easy.

Other than having to put on a fake smile and continue attending a university where practically everyone knew about my relationship with now-former Professor Min (my mother would never let me drop out—not that I could ever tell her the reason I'd want to, anyways), there were the stresses that Yoongi was dealing with of now being unemployed. And what with all but abandoning my dorm room to instead spend my nights with him at his apartment, it was impossible to not feel the weight of his problems on my shoulders as well. No matter how many times Yoongi tried to put up a façade and reassure me that he was okay, I couldn't help but feel like this was my fault.

"If I just never would've made you dance with me at that club..." I'd say at times, unable to keep from tracing back each and every one of our interactions and blaming myself.

"Cut that out," Yoongi would snap.

"What? It's true!"

"You know I don't like it when you talk like that!" He'd turn to me with a stern tone. "I don't regret anything that happened between us, okay? Not one single bit." There was a heavy silence as his words would hang in the air. "If you wouldn't have asked me to dance, then who knows if I ever would've worked up the courage to kiss you? And I wouldn't be here, sharing this bed with the love of my life."

"Aw, Yoongi..."

And the two of us would make love, again and again until we'd have a similar argument some time later and repeat the whole process all over again. I'd feel guilty, Yoongi would remind me of exactly how much he doesn't regret meeting me, and we'd get lost in each other's embrace.

That is, until a simple Sunday morning suddenly changed everything.

"I got it."

I casually peered over at the sound of him from my spot in the living room, sitting criss crossed on the couch in my pajamas with a laptop in my lap. "What?"

"The job." Yoongi's voice was low, serious as he stared at the paper in his hands that had previously been so carelessly disregarded on the kitchen island along with the Sunday paper. "At the university in Seoul."

"Wait." He had all of my attention now as I sat the laptop on the coffee table and rose to my feet. "Like the Seoul National University university?"

"Yeah," he let out a single chuckle of disbelief before he pressed the paper against the counter and turned to me. "I got the job."

"Oh my god, Yoongi!" I exclaimed with my own chuckle of disbelief before running forward and wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms immediately engulfed my waist and lifted me off the ground as we spun around in place, my lips instantly finding his in a searing kiss that was full of passion and excitement to match our current mood. "That's amazing!"

"I know," he replied as he placed me down. A tentative smile was frozen on his lips as he stared off into the distance before letting out another sound of disbelief, his head shaking before his palm slid down his face. "I can't believe it!"

"I'm so proud of you!" I mirrored the grin of pure elation on his features, my chest swelling with joy and relief and most of all, pride.

I was so, so proud of Yoongi. I knew how much his job meant to him, and the feeling of guilt that weighed down on me from knowing that I was the one who inadvertently took that away from him, that I was the one who inadvertently caused all this stress of job hunting was instantly lifted off my shoulders. I knew how much he wanted this. I knew how hard he had worked to get this job at such a prestigious school, and god damn it, I knew how much he deserved it. If Yoongi was anything, apart from being an amazing person and a wonderful lover, he was great at his job. He was a natural born teacher.

Though no matter how many times I've willingly showered him with endless compliments about his work, he'd blush sheepishly and simply swat away all of my words with a simple kiss, or an "if you don't shut up your food is going to get cold. We're unemployed now; we need all the nutrition we can get. Haven't you ever heard of the Great Depression?"

So instead, I just chose to beam at him while he basked in the euphoria of the moment that this job acceptance brought on. After all, I knew he was well aware of how proud of him I was and how supportive I'd always be when it came to anything he wanted to accomplish.

Though the bliss was short lived.

I watched as Yoongi's expression slowly fell, the smile on his face slipping into a deep frown and his eyes turning to stone. "No."

"What?" I furrowed my brows, concern filling me and etching onto my features as I cupped his cheek in my hand, trying to figure out why his mood had changed so suddenly. "What's wrong?"

"I'm not taking it." His tone was cold, definitive, as if the subject wasn't even up for debate as he grabbed the letter.

"Wait wait wait," I hurried to stop him from tearing it in half. "What are you talking about? Why not?"

He turned to look at me with cold, incredulous eyes, as if he couldn't believe I was even asking a question so stupid. "The university is in Seoul, Y/N."

"Okay...?" I shook my head in confusion, still not understanding what the issue was. "And?"

"I'd have to move." He was taking the paper back out of my hands and ripping it right down the middle before I got the chance to stop him.

I suddenly deflated, the severity of his words dropping in my stomach and wrapping around the anchor of my heart, sending it down, down, down through the floor of his apartment and hurdling towards the center of the earth.

"...What?"

"I'd have to move away from you."

And there is was, the bomb detonating an explosion and demolishing whatever was left of my heart.

"No... t–there has to be another way, there has to–"

"Seoul is hours away from here, Y/N," Yoongi barked out, his tone angry and harsh as it always was when he was upset. "It's on the other side of the country; there's no way I'd be able to commute without living there."

"Okay, so why did you apply then?" I couldn't help but snap back defensively. "You knew the distance to Seoul prior to applying for the job. Why even bother if you're just going to get pissed about not taking it?!"

"Because I didn't think I'd get accepted!" His voice was loud, almost yelling now. "It's the most sought after, prestigious school in the fucking country and I didn't think some young idiot who got fired from his last job would be able to get in!"

It was silent as his words settled over the atmosphere, clinging to the air that filled the room around us and encasing my lungs until it was impossible to breathe.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I finally hissed. "You're a great teacher, and you know it. If anyone's a young idiot here, it's me!"

Yoongi scoffed with a shake of his head. "I'm the one who kissed you again during that tutoring session after telling you to stay away. I'm the one who fucked you against that desk." His tone was low now, and his eyes seemed to grow harder in realization with each step that he took towards me. "I'm the one who asked to take you out on that fucking date and I'm the one who pulled you onto my lap when Sara caught us in my classroom! God damn it, I'm the one who tracked you down at a fucking frat party and punched one of my students!"

His voice slowly raised until he was yelling again, and if it weren’t for the fact that he was now standing chest to chest and cornering me up against the countertop of the island, I would've winced at the loud volume so close to my ears.

"Stop blaming yourself, Y/N, when I'm the one who was the authority figure. I'm the one who should've had my shit together, but I just couldn't around you!"

I felt myself soften at that. As angry and intimidating as he seemed right now, surely frightening whoever would come into contact with him when he was like this, I knew that it was all a front. Yoongi wasn't the best at dealing with emotional situations—he'd all but bite my head off any time I even tried to mention his father—and sometimes lashed out in anger when he was upset or hurting inside. I knew how badly he wanted this job; I could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice when he'd first submitted the application. And now, when the career position of his dreams was finally right under his nose, he couldn't have it. Because I was holding him back.

"You have to take it." My voice was solemn and steady as I stared him in the eyes.

He instantly frowned. "What? No, I–"

"Yoongi."

He fell silent, all signs of anger and malice wiped from his features once he saw just how serious I was being. A soft, bittersweet smile that had nothing to do with happiness slowly tugged at my lips as my eyes gleamed with pain. My heart was breaking with every word I was speaking, but I knew it was something I needed to do.

"You have to take the job."

The silence that ensued my words only further proved my point, simultaneously stabbing a knife into my chest with each passing second. He knew I was right. He knew it. He just didn't want to hear it.

"You don't..." He sounded smaller, more pitiful and confused as he tried to make sense of what I was saying. "You don't want me to stay?"

The hurt, the sadness, the utter hopelessness in his voice absolutely crushed me. I couldn't help but fall into his embrace, wrapping my arms around his chest and squeezing tightly as if I could somehow hold the pieces of him together that I knew were breaking. The severity of what was happening, of what I was doing started to settle within me the moment I heard his voice break.

"I do, baby," I replied, the sound muffled by the skin of his neck that my face was buried in as a sob threatened to claw its way out of my throat and swallow me whole. "God, you know I do. But you can't."

"Y–you can come with me." He was shaking his head now, his hands gripping at the shirt on my back with closed fists while he desperately tried to hold onto me, as if I would disappear beneath him at any moment. "We can move together to Seoul and you can–"

"You know I can't, Yoongi." It was my turn to shake my head, and with it came a heavy tear that fell down my cheek. "I have to go to school. I have a family who's helping pay for my tuition, and my mom— you know it's not all up to me."

I heard him sniffle as he pulled away, and even though I felt no evidence of tears from him against my skin or my shirt, his eyes were bright red when he stared back at me.

"I'm not leaving you, Y/N."

The sheer determination in his voice had me shattering like broken glass. "I'm not letting you do this, Yoongi. I'm not letting you waste this opportunity. Do you know how many people are waiting to work at Seoul University? How many professors would kill to be in your position?" I kept my gaze steadily on his as I slowly shook my head. "I care about you... so fucking much. I've never loved someone so much before... not like this." I paused, asking myself one last time if this was really the decision I wanted to make as my words settled in. I took in the sight of his beautiful, breathtaking features silently begging me not to do this. "I'm putting you above my selfishness," I finally decided with another shake of my head. "You need to do this Yoongi, for you. You know you do."

Yoongi slowly shook his head, though the expression on his face told me he knew I was right. "I don't want to lose you," he spoke as a tear spilled over the brim of his eye, dampening his lashes and leaving a wet streak in its wake as it rolled down his cheek, and the sight was the final breaking point that had me bursting into tears.

"Neither do I."

His fingers dug into my skin as he tightened his grip on my body, his forehead leaning against mine as the only sounds exchanged between the two of us were the unspoken words of labored breaths and soft sobs.

Sometimes when you love someone, you have to do what's best for them.

And I knew this was what's best for Yoongi.

[hrjuncore]

renjun has always been envious of what jaemin and jeno have , the loving stares , the affection , how their eyes hold so much love when they stare at each other . He always wanted to feel that , feel love , be loved . He was never lucky enough to though , so he had to settle with watching jaemin and imagine that one day that could be him , maybe one day he'll fall in love . 

jun's pov

I sit on the bench watching my bestfriends trying to subtlety show one another affection , doing this to probably not make me feel alone or like a third wheel. "You don't have to do that , pretend that you don't wanna be cute and hold hands or whatever." they hesitate , but that doesn't stop them from acting all inlove again . i decide to give them , their space and go sit on the bench across them.

I take one last look at the matching sliver bands , and let out a bitter chuckle .

" hi , is this seat taken ?" i look up to see a boy with jet black hair , brown eyes the shape of orbits , his wired rimmed glasses only enhancing this , and he is wearing the cutest jersey . i shake my head , and my room for him .  " are you okay , you seem kinda sad ?" renjun pulls his lips in a fine line . " im fine " the boy , name still unknown abruptly gets up and extends his hand . " lets get a coffee , you seem like you need it " " didnt you parents teach you not to speak to strangers ? i hardly know your name ?" " it's mark , whats yours ?" " renjun " " see now we no longer strangers , so coffee ?" i get up , knowing I'll get an earful from jaemin for getting coffee with a stranger , but you only live once .

third person pov

They two enter a café not to far away from campus . " what should i get you ?" renjun raises his eyebrow , finding it oddly suspicious that a stranger is offering to buy him coffee . " an iced americano " mark nods his head , a smile on his lips and renjun doesn't understand what there is to be so happy about .

They to find themselves at a table in the corner , shaded from the world , just the two of them and the smell of coffee that lingers in the air . " so renjun , tell me about yourself , i don't think I've seen you around campus before." " well I major in psychology and music ." " I'm a music major as well , how come we never met before ?" renjun shrugs his shoulders and goes back to his coffee , deciding not to til mark that they share a couple of classes together .

" Thank you for the coffee , I'll see you around ?" mark flashes a tiny smile and waves him off.

" Jun , where have you been ? jeno and i were so worried ." " i got coffee with a friend , im sorry i didn't tell you . " jaemin pulls renjun into a hug . " It's okay , just dont do that again." renjun mindlessly nods his head.

___

The next day

Renjun enters his music history class , dressed in a simple white hoodie and sweatpants , coffee in hand . He barely got any sleep the night before , since jeno wanted to play video games until what time of the morning . He goes to his usual seat at the back of the classroom , deciding to take a nap before the lecturer makes an appearance. It was peaceful , until he heard the chair next to him being pulled , and someone sitting down . He looks up annoyed , only to find mark smiling at him. " How come you didn't tell me we shares classes ?" renjun shrugs his shoulders. " I didn't think it was important." "Well it is to me."

After an hour of fighting his sleep , renjun basically runs out of the classroom , or tries to because mark pulls him back and slings his arm around his shoulder. " Have lunch with me ?" "Why?" "Cause that's what friends do , they have lunch together" Renjun can almost laugh at this statement , they've been in the same class for almost 7 months and mark never noticed him before. " we hardly know each other " " perfect opportunity to get to know each other "

Renjun drops his head on the table , with an overjoyed mark lee following him. "Jun , who's this guy ?" renjun does look up , to know that jeno is death glaring the poor boy . " Jen , this is Mark . Mark , this is Jeno and Jaemin" Jaemin flashes his pretty smile , and extends his hand . " Nice to meet you Mark , how do you know renjun ?" "We both music majors." Jeno raises his eyebrows. "How come Jun has never mentioned you before ?" Renjun decides to interfere , because if looks could kill Mark would be six feet under. " I must have forgotten to mention it , but anyway what's new with you guys ?" Jaemin rolls his eyes , clearly annoyed. " Being a med student is awful , 0/10 would not recommend." Mark cracks up at this , and renjun might have or might not have found it very endearing. "What about you jen ?" " Being a full time dance major and working part time is not for the weak."

" Shit i have to go , my class starts in like 10 minutes " Jaemin hurriedly gets up from the table , not forgetting to give jeno a kiss on the cheek before leaving. " Jun we still on movie night Friday , bring mark ." Renjun gives him a thumbs up , and also gets up from the table. " I have to go too . Mark you coming ?" mark looks confused , but nonetheless gets up. "See you later jen "

They two walk to their next class in silence , it's not awkward but peaceful. " This my stop , I'll see you around ?" "Hi Jun , wait can i have your number ?" Renjun smiles and extends his hand for mark's phone. " I really need to go now , but I'll see you at movie night ?" "Yeah , movie night " mark awkwardly rubs the back of his neck , as he watches renjun run off to class.

[kpopluvrsblog]

Do you want it?

Requested: Hii can i request xiaojun with a breeding kink?

Genre: smut, fluff

Pairing: xiaojun x fem!reader

Warnings: dom!xiaojun/ sub!reader, breeding, biting, begging, kind of rough/ slow sex? (If you’re not comfortable with breeding i really suggest that you don’t read this!❤️)

A/n: xiaojun is HOT asf like damn😳😳

You heard the door slam downstairs signaling your precious boyfriend had arrived. You have to admit you were VERY horny and maybe sending those pictures weren’t a good idea... you were wearing one of your favorite maroon colored lingeries, which showed everything off and left barely anything for imagination.

You were laying on the bed scrolling through your phone as the bedroom door was opened. “Did you have fun princess?” He spoke as he shut the door. He had just came back from a photoshoot and was still wearing his white decorative suit. “Who do you think you are teasing me like that? Sending those naughty pictures especially when anyone could’ve seen your beautiful body.” He continued as he crawled on top of you, pulling your phone out of your hands.

“Im sorry baby but i really need you. I couldn’t help myself.” You started to whine hoping he would give you what you wanted and you knew he would. He leaned down to kiss you and started to undress himself ,since you made him so needy. He stopped when he was left in only his boxers, then proceeded to grind himself down onto your already soaking pussy, making you gasp and moan into the kiss.

He then moved his kisses from your lips down to your neck and began to lightly suck and bite as he took off your lingerie. “mmm so beautiful” he groaned as he sat up to take a good look at your body. “No foreplay please junnie.” You groaned, you just really needed him inside of you now.

“Okay baby give me a second” he whispered as he caressed your hip with one hand, while the other reached for a condom inside of the nightstand. You closed it quickly when he opened it which caused him to look down at you with confusion. Cocking his head to the side he said,”whats wrong??”

“I just thought maybe we could do it without a condom, you know?..” you answered shyly as his intense stare gave you butterflies. “Fuck baby thats so hot.” He bit his lip when he started to line himself up to your aching pussy. He moaned and dropped his head back when he inserted the tip, already feeling your insides clench tightly around him. “Relax baby...let me in.” He then pushed his cock as deep as it could go causing you to let out a loud moan and clench around him uncontrollably.

“Ohh you’re too deep jun” you whined. He leaned down to put his face into the crook of your neck and lifted your legs to sit comfortably around his hips, angling the tip to rub against your g spot. “Am i?” He questioned. “Because it seems to me like you enjoy it hm?” He started to thrust slow but deep, hitting the spongy spot inside of you, his hips rubbing just right against your sensitive clit.

“Keep doing that please.” You couldnt stop the moans from pouring out of your mouth. “Shit baby your gonna make me cum soon? Where should i cum hm? Inside?” He asked as his thrusts increased in speed and groans continued to fall from his lips.

“Mmm yeah... wa- want your hot cum imside of me.” You clenched even harder, the dirty talk making you closer to your sweet release.

“Oh do you want it? Beg for it. Beg for me to fill you up with my cum and give you my babies.” Xiaojun demanded, then bit your neck lightly causing your eyes to roll back from pleasure.

“Fuck jun make me full. Fill me with your cum and put your babies inside of me please!! I need it so bad” you were so close, just waiting for permission to cum. He sat up and pushed your hips down to the bed and started to pound into your sore cunt, your stomach twisting and turning. “Cum for me” he groaned loudly as you finally let go, cumming hard with your legs thrashing and hands moving to grip onto his thighs, pushing your nails into them creating cresent shapes.

He hit his high a second after you had. “fuck fuck fuck, im filling you up so good. Oh there’s so much” he claimed slowing down his hips until they stilled, still tightly pressed against you. He leaned down to place soft kisses to your lips as he rubbed small circles onto your stomach. He pulled away from you and sat back up, looking at where you two were connected.

“Shit there’s so much cum that its spilling out of you.” He then moved to pull out of you, slowly not wanting to hurt you. You looked away shyly from his words, making him smile at your cutness. “ its okay baby, dont be shy. Its just me right? I’ll take care of you.” Xiaojun went to grab some water and pain medication, knowing that you must be sore.

“Here drink this and take these okay? Im going to change the sheets now.” He said and left a kiss to your forehead as he went to change the sheets. “ how about we take a cool shower too , since we’re all sweaty and ill clean you up.” He suggested when he came back. “Come on, ill help you.” He said and started a cool shower for the both of you. After cleaning you off and then himself, he dried you both off, including your hair. “ thank you for taking care of me junnie” you smiled sleepily. “ anything for you. Lets go to sleep now. you’ll be more comfortable if you sleep naked, i will too okay?” He said as he brought you both to the clean, warm bedsheets tucking you both underneath.

He pulled you close to him and felt your breath slow down signaling that you were now sleeping. He smiled and kissed you one last time before he fell asleep aswell, looking foward to spending the next day with you.

[saksukei]

wen junhui college au

other college aus; wonu minghao mingyu

you're damn right if you think that wen junhui is a theatre arts major because he iS and that too with humanistic studies as a minor aH and he's also on the rowing team,,, he started rowing as a joke and now he has one of the best times??? like. how.

and everybody knows he has too much energy and he uses it in the best way possible

like the plays? dude has a separate fanclub

you keep on seeing new tweets about “who’s the black haired guy in the play?” like wen junhui’s popularity is straight up no joke,, EVERYBODY KNOWS HIM

you on the other hand are an exercise physiology major with nutrition as a minor and you're also part of the rowing team,, and you have the best time for the women’s team,, which means,, you see junhui every other day,,

the coach pairs you guys often,, but there’s only one small issue,,,

YOU HATE WEN JUNHUI

he's such a pain in the ass,, he teases you every time he sees you,,, he always challenges your skills and makes you doubt yourself,, oh the amount of times you’ve wanted to deck him in the face,,

and today was the same as well

“you're not dead yet?” you hissed, as you saw jun approach you,,

“dont sound so disappointed, I might think you don't like me,” he retorted, a smug expression on his face, as he set his bag right beside yours.

“but I really don't like you,” you roll your eyes,,

jun chuckled, as he clapped his hands together, getting everyone's attention.

you guys were practicing indoors, on the rowing machine because there was some trouble with the equipment and the coach had to go get new stuff

which also meant he left jun in charge,, the teams assembled,, looking at junhui for directions,,

“alright everyone, warm up for ten and then start with a thousand metres,” he instructed. “and y/n, you're my partner.”

you rolled your eyes while everyone was whistling or smirking

it was no secret that you and jun didn't get along and he purposely tried to get on your nerves,,, heck everyone in the club said you two would fall in love at one point or another but you assured them by saying you'd rather choke

“your IQ is lower than room temperature junhui if you think that I want to train with you,” you hissed, as the two of you walked towards the machine.

“oh I'm sorry, I don't compare my intelligence quotient to someone who was deprived of oxygen when they were born,” he snapped, as he started warming up.

“you know what,” you spoke. “i'll just aggressively ignore your existence until you disappear.”

“maybe you should try doing it with that bird hair of yours, looks like worms will crawl out of it soon”

“why don't you look at your face first– ass clown?”

“why don't you look at your face first ass clown” he mimicked in a high pitched tone and all you wanted was to stab him there and then

“CAN YOU TWO SHUT UP WE'RE TRYING TO PRACTICE?” one of the team members yelled, causing you two to fall silent and warm up.

the next day,,, one of your best friends had begged you to go to her department because she had misplaced one of her things,, you only agreed on the basis that you'd be getting pizza

you were passing by the theatre to the class she told you to go to,, and you heard someone rehearsing their lines,, you went ahead to see who it was,,

of course it was jun with a script in his hands,,

and you don't know what it was,, but something just pulled you into the room,, maybe it was the way his words echoed of the walls,, the emotion in those alluring eyes of his,,

you actually sat down and listened to him instead of wanting to kill him,,, understanding what the hype was around him,,

like? you didn't even know this side of junhui existed??? excuse me? he was the biggest dick alive to you so you never really paid attention to anything nice that he did but this,,

you didn't even realize he had stopped until someone snapped you out of it

and you saw jun standing right in front of you

“well well well, it looks like I have a fan,” he smirked, folding his arms as he bent down to your level

“h-heck no,, I was just,,, looking for the um.....” you cursed your memory internally for forgetting.

“umm?” he teased,,

“shut up, I really was looking for something,” you snapped

“alright, alright” he surrenders,, raising his hands in defeat. “how was it though?” he asked.

“what?”

“the lines,, i'm sure you heard some of it.”

“they were um,,, good,” you reply,, shyly,, you've never been used to giving him compliments,,

jun nods as an awkward silence befalls the both of you,, you take it as a que to leave,, but then his voice stops you,,

“hey,, why don't you rehearse with me?” he suggested. “my actual partner is really busy and I need someone to rehearse with.”

“uh,, yeah sure?” you reply,,, as he hands you the script,,

jun started reciting his lines and you responded with the same enthusiasm

but the only thing that worried you was the last,, scene

in the script, it was written that jun's chracter would walk over to where you were, push your character against the wall and would try to initiate a kiss but your character would push him away

and so jun recited his last line, “i don't think I've ever tasted lips so fine, heck i'd taste them over and over again” he walked towards you, eventually pushing you against the wall

and your hEART WAS LIKE BADUMP!!

and his face was an inch from away from yours and you could feel his breath tickling your ear and you realized,,, how pretty wen junhui was,, how perfectly sculptured his face was,, those lips,, those cheekbones?? wait what??

and you were so mesmerized with how he acted on stage you didn't really realize you had to play a part as well

jun broke his stance, “you know you're supposed to push me away right?”

AND YOU BECAME RED

“y-yeah uh–but I–um remembered that I left the stove on!” you lied. “aND I DID SO BYE JUN!” you grabbed your bag and yEETED YOURSELF OUT OF THERE

and jun was confused but he ignored it and started rehearsing again

you on the other hand were trying to calm yourself like ???? It's just wen junhui? what the FUCK? Why is your heart racing so fast?? you were so confused? wHY? why is this happening

and the next time you saw him at training, oh dear god

“well if it isn't miss sunshine,” jun grinned.

“shut up jun, your existence makes me want to die,” you muttered,,, you felt your cheeks getting warm,,

“well, great, I think I'd be doing the world a favor.”

“jun if you're going to bother me one more time during practice I'm going to kick you so hard you will lose the ability to entertain a partner” you hissed, as you started warming up.

“nah,, you don't have the balls to do it,” he grinned, especially proud of the pun he used.

“you know what,,, I don't give a damn, so just leave me alone.”

“you give so many damns, they're visible from space,,,” he says,, his face is close to yours,, and you stop BREATHING

jun grins,, he thinks he has rendered you speechless,, as he goes up ahead to train with the boys,,

aND YOU FELT YOUR HEART WAS GOING TO JUST POP OUT OF YOUR CHEST

and now you were noticing all of these little things about him,, from his silly smile, to how he rolls his eyes, copies every small thing someone else does, to his goofy jokes, how his hair falls on his face, or just,,, him in general

all the while trying to keep your angry/annoyed facade so that he wouldn't pick up on it

but oh boy, it's wen junhui

and he notices every goddamn thing

including how much you've been staring at him especially in today's training session

he knew you were acting really weird since the rehearsal thingy but he was letting it slide because he thought you were upset or something and he didn't want to get on your nerves more

regardless, you decided to ignore jun from today onwards,, to stop feeling whatever you were feeling,,

and every thing was going great

you barely talked to him in rowing practice, you didn't attend the plays or even go anywhere near him

and jun,,,, he stopped annoying you as well

for two months

the whole damn university noticed but nobody dared to say anything ,,,,, in fear that you guys won't talk again

you were casually walking to the cafeteria and you heard something that just ,,,,, made your heart stop

“did you hear that jun got injured really badly? He was practicing in the theatre and this glass fell on his foot,,”

aND YOU DID A FULL 180 AND RAN AS FAST AS YOU COULD TO WHERE HE WAS

you had no idea why you suddenly cared so much like sure yeah, it was bad he got hurt but you were running so fast you felt your heart would pop out of your chest

the nurse eventually led you to where he was

and you saw his leg covered in bandages???

and your heart just broke

“hey what are you doing here?” jun asked. “i haven't seen you in like,,, two months?”

“jun I'm sorry–” you felt tears slide down your face. “i'm sorry I ignored you every time you tried to make a conversation with me or whatever I just,,, I had all these feelings that I couldn't figure out and I got scared–”

“hey hey hey, it's okay,” he cooed, as he opened his arms wide, only for them to wrap around you, as you cried in his chest. “no harm done, I promise.”

“no but jun– I was really inconsiderate and I just kept on feeling like I was missing something but I couldn't figure out what it was,” you cried out. “i felt ignoring you would be a solution but I just, I don't know?”

“hey, okay listen to me– what happened in these past two months happened–” he wiped the tears from your face. “but I hope you understand that the only reason I used to bother you a lot was because,, well,,, I really geniunely like you.”

“l-like me?” you stuttered.

“why do you think I annoy the crap out of you?”

“because you're an idiot, you like doing stuff like this,” you answered.

“but you're the only one I annoy?”

“okay that part I missed,” you give him a weak smile,, jun chuckles,, ruffling your hair,,

“in all seriousness though, I hated these two months. I felt like you were upset or something and I didn't want to risk hurting you even more so I stopped talking altogether because I thought you'd talk to me if I did,,” he admitted.

“its my fault this happened in the first place,” you responded. “and I now realize how stupid I am.”

“you're not stupid, you're just an ass clown,” he joked, a playful smile on his face.

“but i'm still sorry, junhui,” you sighed. “i really didn't want this to happen.”

“hey, it's okay– we both were right in our own places.”

“so um now what do we do?” you asked.

“well it depends,” he answered. “does someone want a cute, charming, handsome and brilliant boyfriend?” he grinned.

“only if he wants an amazing, beautiful, smart and talented girlfriend,” you answered.

“oh he sure as hell does,” jun grinned.

[fixielixie]

back again to complain about unnecessary changes cql made that 1) made their own writing look bad and 2) didn't need to be changed in the first place so why would they have even bothered.

so we all know the famous "at least i'll die by your hands, hanguang-jun" scene from right after wwx breaks the wens out at Qiongqi Path. it feels like a much more dramatic version of the confrontation wangxian have at nightless city as the sects begin a battle again wwx, where wwx says "I knew since the start that we'd have to fight a real right like this one sooner or later. You've always found me disagreeable no matter what."

so i have a few issues with cqls choice of everything with the moment. firstly being, /why/ did wwx feel like lwj was out to kill him? this was before wwx had really made an enemy out of himself and yet he immediately jumps to the idea that yes lwj will kill him one day. cql made the point of smoothing out wangxians earlier relationship, and a lot of the headbutting they continued to do throughout all of wwxs first life in the novel was cut out. they had wholesome moments together in cql, of bonding and growing closer. so i literally cant understand how wwx has jumped to something so drastic considering so far their biggest disagreement was over his use of demonic cultivation. hell, they see each other again after this at the burial mounds.

also just to nitpick while im at it, why was lan wangji even there???? doing nothing when he saw that oh wwx was right, the jins were abusing the wen prisoners. like wen qing and wwx went there on foot and lwj must have used his sword so ... why wasnt he there like hours before.

in the novel, not only does it make more sense for wwx to think they were going to fight for real one day, but he also never makes any mention of lwj wanting to kill him. he /knows/ lwj doesnt want to kill him. in his mind lwj wants to punish him by bringing him back to the cloud recesses. not once has lwj made it seem like he wants wwx dead, so why would wwx jump to that conclusion. also its not wild for wwx to assume that he and lwj were destined to fight properly one day, over the cause of the war and the years after it tension had been rising between the two, and they were known for fighting over the smallest things back in their youth. wwx knows lwj as someone who's willing to pull a sword out on him for showing him porn, of course he would have expected a real fight to break out over something as serious as this.

also just in terms of narrative structure and yanno .. pacing, the moment at nightless city between wangxian makes this whole battle feel so much more tragic. lan wangji is despertaely trying to stop wwx before things go to far, already knowing that it probably already has, wwx is so sure he knows what lwj is thinking and is so blinded in his own loss of judgment that he cant see this.

"any sane person would be able to tell that lan wangji's voice was clearly shaking."

"he [wwx] felt that everyone loathed him and he loathed everyone as well."

i think my biggest problem with cql is that they take emotionally charged moment like this from the book, dont bother to do any of the lead up and pacing that makes the emotional impact hit that much harder, and rely on the actions crying a bunch in hopes that it conveys the same feelings. and i think this scene showcases this perfectly. cql could have just... not added this scene and instead used the dialogue from the text and moved this entire interaction to nightless city (tho im pretty sure they have this exact same discussion there too). like there was no reason for it.

[glitxhwayventeen]

Ghostin

Seungkwan: Chapter 1 (Jealous)

Characters: Seungkwan x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, angst, blood mentions, genocide, runaways, death mentions, mental illness, loved one loss, torture, violence. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: Please note that this chapter is very heavy in violence and in torture. I tried to tone it down as best as I could, but it’s probably still pretty bad for some people. So PLEASE don’t read if it could upset you. Also, I recommend listening to Jealous by Labrinth. It was a really good song that fit this chapter’s mood.

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts

🥀

Ghosting Master List

Chapter 1: Jealous

You had mixed feelings about this whole “imprinting” thing. I mean, your feelings for Seungkwan, you came to know, were incredibly strong and hard to ignore. But on the other hand, you had another mate. He took care of you and protected you. You still thought about him everyday. You still dreamed about him every night. You missed him more than anything in this world, but now, you had another mate and you weren’t sure what to do.

He offered you his room to stay in while you healed. At least, that’s what he told you, he was really hoping you’d just stay with them from now on. Though, given that you still seemed very skeptical of it, he wasn’t gonna push it. You, being tired of sleeping outside in the cold on the forest floor, agreed and thanked him. But you felt bad, it was his room after all and you didn’t know how long it would take you to heal. You knew he was your mate, everyone did, and so, despite your misgivings, you told him he could stay in the bed with you so long as he kept his hands to himself. And he never ever wanted to put you in a bad place or make you uncomfortable, so of course he obliged with no problem. He had never really done anything like that before so he didn’t really mind.

You were both sleeping in his bed, you on the left and him on the right closest to the door protectively, when you suddenly started whining. Immediately, Seungkwan’s eyes darted open and his attention went straight to you, disregarding his sleepiness completely. You were still out cold, but your face was moving, like it was in pain and the sounds you were making such painful sounding noises. He swore to you he wouldn’t touch you without your permission, but here you were crying in your sleep. How was he supposed to just let his mate cry and not do anything about it? So he picked you up gently and wrapped his arms around your small body, holding you close to his chest so you could heart his heart beat. Your tired form moved your hand to his chest instinctively, and right as your hand made contact with his skin, suddenly all his surrounding changed.

He was now in the middle of some sort of village square, watching something. The town didn’t look like the one they went to, the symbols on their flags were different, and the colors of the buildings weren’t the usual gray he was used to. There were unfamiliar people all around him. And they were speaking and murmuring in a different language, it sounded like Chinese based on what he’s heard from Minghao and Jun when they had spoken to each other in the past, but he wasn’t 100% sure. He thought maybe he had suddenly fell asleep, but the colors and sounds were far too vibrant to be a dream to him. He could smell and hear every little thing going on. This couldn’t be a dream, could it?

And In the center of all the commotion, there was a taller man tied to a wooden pole with a few people with weapons scattered around him. It felt like he knew the tall man for some reason. He could sense he was in trouble and Seungkwan wanted to help, but his feet felt like they were glued to the floor. He could feel the man’s fears and his anger.

“For such heinous crimes against our country” a man projected to the crowd, “this man is sentenced to the slowest, most painful death possible. Death By A Thousand Cuts!”

As the man let out the last part, the people around him cheered with joy. That sounded terrible. Why would they enjoy watching that? More importantly, why would they ever DO that to someone? He was so confused, it felt like his head was full of concrete, it made his head feel like it would to topple over at the slightest possible movement. The man was struggling, not wanting the silver sword to be grazed on his body, but the ropes tied his hands behind his back. He could do nothing. The man looked around. Soon after scanning his surroundings, he halted his actions, almost as if he had seen something in the crowd that changed his mind about fighting.

Seungkwan wanted to go. He wanted to run as he saw the blade get closer to the man’s body. He couldn’t help but squirm in his spot as it made the first cut, he could hear the sizzling sound from the man’s skin. He must’ve been a wolf too.

“Just tell us where the other one is and we’ll let you die quickly dog!” The man holding the sword yelled. “Just give the other up and you’ll be free” Other one? Other wolf?

Seungkwan had to get out of there. But, as his fight or flight instincts kicked in, he recognized a face in the sea of people. It was you.

You looked slightly different than the you he was holding in his room moments ago. You had a scarf wrapped around your head, hiding your hair and you were dressed in very plain looking clothes. And your face looked… somehow younger, even though if he were to look at the you he was holding, you’d probably physically still look the same. It was an aura that you have off, it as innocent in this place whereas at home, it was more tired and fragile. Almost like you were trying to not stand out among the people.

Still, Seungkwan could always find you. You were his mate. And You were looking at the man captured in the middle of the square with watery eyes. You were shaking. He didn’t understand what was happening or why he was here, but he remembered you telling the pack something about your powers. You had told them you could always feel what the people around you were feeling, so he chalked it up to the man in the square being the one that wanted to cry and you were just feeding off his energy.

But when Seungkwan turned his attention back to the wooden pole, he noticed that the man now had a stone cold face, like he wouldn’t give his murderers the satisfaction of seeing him afraid. He no longer felt any feeling really coming from the man other than concern. It couldn’t be from him.

When he found your figure again, you were silently crying into your hands. He felt his heart breaking as he watched you stand there with your tears falling down your face and to the ground below you. You weren’t making a sound. You seemed too afraid to. A voice started booming in his head, though no one around him seemed affected or to have been hearing it.

“It’ll be alright my love, you’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me” it said with a slight wince at the end, just in time for another lash to have been struck on the male attached to the stake.

Your tears turned into full on sobs with every word he heard. And that’s when it hit him: you were the one who was being spoken to. This was in your head, this was your dream, your memory. It was why you were whining in your sleep. This was a nightmare or a horrible memory and you had somehow managed to pull him into it and show him everything you were feeling and seeing. But why?

Lash after lash was given to the man. His skin bleeding and bubbling at the silver caused wounds. He didn’t even look human at this point, he was a cut up bruised mess. More kind words were given between the voice’s whines.

“I love you.” Slice “Don’t forget about me.” Slice “They’ll never find you.” Slice “I won’t let them.” the voice spoke again, in a deeper male voice. “I told them nothing.” Lash “And I never will.” Lash Lash “This isn’t your fault.” Lash “I dont want you to stay and watch me die.” the voice quivered as you let out a loud cry and turned your back away from the man on trial.

And it clicked again: the man on the stake was the one speaking, and he was speaking to you. He was trying to comfort you as he was dying. He was trying his very best to protect you with every last word he had. Just as Seungkwan would if he were in that situation. And he was a wolf. Was… was he your mate?

“Last chance wolf!” Screamed the torturer, “Just tell us what we need to know and this will all be over!”

“Please tell them where I am. PLEASE! They’ll stop this torture!” Your sweet voice let out in Seungkwan’s head in a pleading manner.

“No. I won’t tell them anything. I love you. Keep yourself safe okay? Try to be happy after I’m gone my love. You deserve all the happiness in the world. And I know that you’ll find happiness again some day” the voice said one last time before one final slash of his throat made it fall silent.

“No.” You softly let out loud, tears stained your cheeks as you started shaking you head. “No.”

From here, the villagers started attacking the wolf’s body, in the most vile ways possible. You ran, probably not wanting to see your mate in such a state, probably from heartbreak. Seungkwan wasn’t sure. He didn’t understand. You had another mate? But you never told him that. Why wouldn’t you tell him that? He tried to catch up with your running form, but you were too quick, and before he knew it, you were gone. He was so disoriented, his heart hurt, his head was spinning, his feet were burning. What just happened?

Suddenly, he was ripped away from the village and found himself back in his bed with you in his arms. You had woken up and in doing so you brought him back with you. You quickly realized where you were and though part of you wanted to stay in Seungkwan’s warm arms, you jumped out of them out of respect for your past mate and the memory of him that was still fresh in your mind.

“What- what are you doing??” You questioned him, grabbing the blanket closer to your body while wiping your tears away, hoping he wouldn’t notice they were there to begin with.

“You… you were crying in your sleep. I was just trying to help you. But then I-” he tried to explain himself before you rudely interrupted him.

“But then what?? I told you I didn’t want you to touch me and I meant it!” You snapped, “You had no right!”

“I know. I’m sorry! I just thought that holding you would help but I didn’t know you were dreaming of that- that memory!” He defended, trying his absolute best to get you to see that he meant no harm to you.

You stayed silent for a moment in thought. That memory? Does that mean he knew what you were dreaming? Did it happen again?

“… What do you mean that memory?” You quizzed, praying to any god that was listening that he didn’t actually know what had happened.

“I dont know. I just know that one minute I was pulling you on my lap to calm you down and the next I was watching some poor guy get killed by an angry mob. I dont know how I saw it, but I did” he spoke softly in a quite traumatized voice.

“You mean you saw it too?” You asked meekly, shocked that you had shown him in your sleep without realizing.

“Yeah. I thought it was just a really bad nightmare at first, but it felt too… REAL to be a nightmare. I figured it must have been a memory of yours… I don’t know how I saw it…” he trailed on, looking down at his hands and playing with his nails, too scared to look you in the eyes.

“… I did it” You responded, “I showed you”

“You can do that?” He questions gently, not wanting to upset you.

“Not by choice. It’s just… sometimes when someone’s around me and I touch them, I can share what’s in my head with them. I must have done it in my sleep. It’s why I told you not to touch me!” You punctuated the seriousness of your statement by pointing you index finger to his chest. “But you went against my wishes anyways.”

Seungkwan looked to the finger attached to his chest, then to your face. You looked so tired. You looked so sad and depressed. You were trying to look tough, but he was your mate, he knew how much you were really hurting.

“I know. I’m sorry. But I was just trying to help you. I didn’t know” He said while looking deep into your icy blue eyes. Why did he have to be so kind when you were trying to be angry?

You let out a defeated sigh and continued “Yeah Seungkwan, I know. I just… I didn’t want you to see anything I see in my sleep. And out of all the things you could’ve seen, that was one of the worst.” You looked down, wanting to hold back any tears that were now burning your eyes as much as you could.

“Who- … Who was that?” Seungkwan asked in a whisper, barely loud enough for you to register what he said.

“That was… Cyrus. He was my mate…” You whimpered out, nearly tearing Seungkwan’s heart in two.

“Oh… Is that- is that what happened to him?” He wondered aloud, attempting to hide the hurt in his voice.

“Yeah… a long time ago… he died protecting me.” You cried as you put your hands over your eyes and sobbed into them.

Seungkwan quickly pulled you back onto his lap and into his chest, rocking you tenderly in an effort to bring your sadness to a halt.

Seeing you so hurt cracked him, but knowing you were so hurt over your mate is what broke him. He hated that he felt that way. Was he seriously gonna be Jealous over your DEAD mate when you were still a complete wreck over his dead? What’s wrong with him? It was his job to protect and love you, even if it meant hurting himself in the process. And that was exactly what he was gonna do. Even if it killed him to.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N). I can’t even imagine how horrible that must be for you” he hushed out, wanting nothing more than to kiss your pain away.

“It’s not your fault. He died a long time ago. I’m just… I’m just not okay. He was the only person in the world who loved and took care of me, and it cost him his life” you cry into Seungkwan’s chest. “I didn’t mean to come off as cold and distant to you. I just- I just didn’t know what else to do. It’s just unfair for you to have to deal with me being sad over him when I still love him.”

Seungkwan had to suppress a growl that wanted to make its way to his mouth. It hurt like hell that you just admitted that you loved someone else. You were his. But, as much as it got under his skin that you were still in love with him, he knew it wasn’t your fault. If you were to die, he’d be the same way. He’d just have to get over his stupid primal possessive instincts and help you as best he could.

(Updated 7/28)

[froghwon]

so I'm answering in an ask instead of dm cause my reveal gift to you is running slightly late and I wanna keep the mystery hope you dont mind! I spent part of xmas weekend moving so I'm a bit behind on things 😅 I traveled a couple hours north of where I live so not far at all! went to see my mom and nephews! and siblings I GUESS lol. ohhhh see in my schools recorders were like a v brief thing then (1/6)

at 5th grade we could chose to start in orchestra if we wanted (I did and ended up playing violin for seven years). ahh its always a bummer when super good urls are just sitting unused. the dolls I've gotten are all the cute plushie style ones that go for sale on twitter! the first seungkwan one I have is so cute the hoodie it wears has a tangerine on it and just the overall size and shape is fantastic for pcs I think jun and shua have been the ones I've pulled most? I bought a regular version of attaca the other day and the big transparent thing in it was shua and I know I had an album that had a shua lenticular in it too. semicolon? I've been trying to start collecting for victon! there's a store I'm near sometimes when I go visit my parents or friends back home that sells albums and they've had victon before so each time I go I check and if they have an album/version I don't have I get it and add it to my collection. I've gotten a lot of luck pulling one of my biases in their albums so far. I super wanna get their lightstick in a month or so. I did get hao's!! getting tattoo colored is a great purchase too!! can I ask what your tattoo is of? reminds me I need my two big ones touched up something awful. yeah the sleeve thing is a gripe I have with the regular version too. the things on the side have no bottom so half the stuff falls out! omg jealous you get a week off!! I go back to work tomorrow morning wahh haha. I hope dinner with your parents was nice and oh mann cornbread sounds yummy. my old roomate made some once that had bacon bits in it it was soo good!! haha idk where my guess would have been that you live but if you got that white christmas I'm gonna say LUCKY!! lol it was so warm here on christmas it didn't even register that it was winter. I mean I wore sleeves but I didn't even need a coat it was so warm! -secret carat

haha that's no problem! i like the ~mystery~ omg moving during the holidays?!? ur so brave, moving is so much work D: i hope ur settling in ok <3 oh how nice! are your nephews young? are they old enough that you can play with/talk to them?

oh cool!! string instruments seem so complicated to me >.<

ikr??? they could at least switch to it temporarily 😒😒 oh cute!!! a small seungkwan 🥺 lol we always have the best luck with the members we dont bias :'') i got shuas pc from my attacca album, but the vocal u concept was my fave (the mermaid one they did for ver 2), so i wasnt mad <3 oh cooool :D idk anything about victon, but im all about enabling people to consume hehehe oh wow! i havent bought any lightsticks yet, they're so expensive D: i figured if i ever go to a svt or mx concert, i'll just get the lightstick then :> oh nice!! and i did end up ordering dk's version bc i got an amazon giftcard for christmas lol ✌️🤪 yeah! i got a big jellyfish on my hip 😊😊 and i got it done in a watercolor style so it's not completely filled in, and theres spots where it looks like the colors are bleeding out :> i can dm u a pic later ^^ oooooo when did u get ur tattoos?

oh rip <3 i hope ur week goes by quickly! idk what im gonna do with all this free time ksdnfksdf i just binged movies all weekend :P dinner was good! we made a bit too much, so we had the leftovers for dinner today :P also i ended up making biscuits instead of cornbread hehe and i was planning to make milk bread tomorrow! ^^ ooooo bacon cornbread sounds so good 🤤 maybe if my mom makes soup sometime this week, i'll make cornbread :> and i did get a white christmas! it snowed a lot on christmas day, and it snowed more this morning, this is what it looked like in my neighborhood today

u didnt need a coat? kjdnsckjsd wow u must live further down south, i live in canada, and its freezing >.< i took my glove off for a few minutes to look at something on my phone and i thought my hand was gonna fall off :P

i hope u had an awesome holiday weekend! ❤️💚 ty for making time for me even when ur busy moving :'')

[whattodowithkpop]

Lazy Morning (Jun)

Title: Lazy Morning

Pairing: Jun (A.C.E) x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 400 Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop

The suns rays beamed into the bedroom, seeping through the thick comforter that covered my body. The heat of the sun waking me up, my eyes opening slowly at the warm feeling of the heat. When my eyes flutter open I am greeted by the sleeping face that lay next to me.

Jun and I had been dating a year now and our anniversary was the day before. This was the first time either of us had slept next to each other, let alone stay the night at each other’s place.

Waking up next to him gave me butterflies as I watched his form move up and down slowly from the soft breaths he took. His hair had gone into his face at some point during the night, covering his eyes and brushing against his eyelashes. I reach my hand out gently, swiping the hair from his face, another explosion of butterflies erupting once his face was fully reveled.

Jun’s eyes squeeze shut as he groans out. His eyes flutter open and he looks into my eyes. I smile at him as I continue to fix his hair. His face darkens in color as a smile reaches his lips.

“Good morning.” He says deeply, gently taking the hand in his hair to play with my fingers.

“Good morning.” I greet him back, watching as his eyes drifted to our hands, watching as they intertwined together perfectly.

I continue to watch his face, my feelings for him deepening with each breath we shared. He felt my eyes on him, making him turn to face me. I look down at his lips, wanting desperately to kiss them. I lean my head forward, my lips meeting his in a soft, slow kiss. I feel Jun’s body freeze, his hand frozen in mine while his lips went limp.

I open my mouth over his slightly, encouraging him to move them against mine, which he does. Jun’s hand resumes it’s previous task, but he gently pushes against it, causing me to go from laying on my side to laying on my back, our lips not separating once. His hand grasps mine tightly as he pins it to the bed and hovers over me. He pulls away after some moments, catching his breath as he looks down at me.

“Can we stay in bed all day?” I ask him as I bring my free hand up to his hair, tangling it within his dark strands.

“I’m sure the guys will understand if I dont show up today.” He agrees.

He leans back down to my lips, sharing one of the hundreds of kisses we shared on that lazy morning.

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[whattodowithace]

Let Them See (Jun)

Title: Let Them See

Pairing: Jun x Reader

Genre: Spice

Word Count: 1.1K Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop

*****

The movie lights up the room, revealing the two bodies sprawled out on the couch. They stare blankly at the screen, having lost interest in the movie a long time ago. The rest of the boys had left to go get some late night snacks, leaving just Jun and I on the couch. I wasn’t sure why they decided to leave the two of us alone, but I wasn’t complaining, Jun and I always got along well.

“When are they coming back?” I whine as I drastically fall onto Jun’s lap.

He adjusts himself to make it more comfortable for me to lie on him, placing his hand on my ribs to rest his hand that had previously been resting on his leg.

Jun sighs as he supports his shoulder on the arm rest, his head being held up by his fist as he continues to watch the screen. “I dont know, they probably ditched this boring movie.”

“I thought this was supposed to have won an oscar.” I groan out as I look up to Jun, watching the tv light up his features. His eyes were half idled, feeling the effects of sleep from how boring the movie was. His jaw was tightened as it rested on his knuckles. His lips were pursed as his mind drifted someplace else to distract him from the awful movie.

I had always though Jun was attractive, you’d be blind to think otherwise. Not only were his looks handsome, but he was one of the sweetest people on the planet. He took great care of his family, his members included. He always put others before himself and I always admired him for it. There had always been some tension, but it wasnt enough for either of us to do anything about it. We enjoyed each other’s company without the heavy stuff. But for some reason, in this moment, my stomach started to burn. The feeling of his hand on my ribs and the way his face was deep in thought made me want to jump him in that moment. I suck in a breath, turning my head to look at the screen, trying to distract myself from what my gut was telling me.

“Are you okay?” Jun asks with concern, curse him and his caring ways.

I dont look at him, for fear that my eyes would give away my desires to him. “Hmmm? Yea, I’m fine.”

I could feel his stare on me, making my body heat up in nervousness. His hand trails up my body, reaching my forehead where he lays his hand over it. “You feel hot.” He tells me in concern.

“I’m really fine.” I cough out, trying to hide the way my voice was cracking.

I was scolding myself in my head, I had been fine all these years, why was tonight the night my heart decided to begin this terror. Jun’s hand grabs my chin, gently tilting it to face him. His brown eyes held deep concern as he leaned closer in, trying to find the reasoning to my odd behavior. His face was inches from mine and he didnt realize what he was doing, but my heart was beating out of my chest. I quickly sit up, clearing my throat awkwardly.

“Sorry.” I laugh quietly. “You’re like a personal heater.” Jun looks at me in a questioning manner, his bottom lip finding a home between his teeth before he asks a question.

“Are you blushing?” The question was so quiet I almost didn’t hear it.

“What?” I squeak out before waving my hand defensively. “No, why would I be blushing?”

“I just…” He trails off, his eyes looking to the floor. “It looks cute on you, the blush I mean.”

This of course makes me blush more. “Jun, I said I wasnt blushing.” I huff.

Jun leans closer to me, making me back up against the opposite arm rest. His body crawls over mine, hovering over me. He rests his body on his elbow, his chest against mine as he smiles through his lip bite.

“Are you blushing because of me?” He asks as he looks down to my lips before darting back to my eyes.

“I’m, I’m not blushing.” I stutter out, forcing myself to keep eye contact with him.,

He leans his head down to my neck, blowing hot air onto the skin, causing goosebumps to rise there. His nose lays against my neck, making my body heat up instantly.

“I like how your body reacts to me.” He whispers as he kisses the side of my neck gently, his hot breath continuing to fan over my skin. My breath hitches and my body tilts up into his on instinct, making him let out a deep chuckle. He lifts his head to come face to face with me, his nose brushing against mine. He gently lays his lips on top of mine, an electric shock shooting through my body. I bring my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I pull away suddenly, feeling nervous about what was happening.

“I’m sorry, are you sure-“ I begin to ask, getting cut off by Jun’s mouth crashing against mine. He reaches his hand behind my back, pushing my back to arch off the couch, my stomach flush with his. His hand finds his way under my shirt, his fingertips running across the skin gently, tracing my bra outline with his index finger.

“Jun.” I let out breathlessly, his mouth still reaching for mine after I pull way. “They’re going to come back.”

“Let them see.” He grunts out impatiently, pushing our lips together again. He uses his hand under my shirt to sit us upright, him sitting on the couch with me straddling his legs. He grabs my wrists gently, guiding them behind my back to restrain them there with one hand. I sigh out as a small twinge of pain shoots through my arms at the initial discomfort. Jun pulls me forward by my thigh until he cant pull me any closer. His hand slides up my shirt again, caressing my side as he leans up to kiss me again. His thumb rubs rough circles into my side as his lips gently kiss mine. The gentleness from his lips again the roughness of his hands has my brain fuzzy.

“Maybe we should move into a different room.” He suggest as he pulls away, looking up at me.

“God, please.” I whimper. Jun stands us up, my legs wrapping around his torso as both of his hands hold me up.

“They shouldn’t have been gone so long.” He jokes as he carries off into his bedroom.

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