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winchesterwild78 · 6 months ago

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Montana part 3

Master List

Characters: Beau Arlen x Reader, Jenny Hoyt x Reader (cousins)

Warnings: mention of Domestic Violence, threats, fluff, mention of pregnancy loss, slow burn🔥

Minors DNI 18+

A/N: New series I’m working on. Doesn’t follow the Big Sky story but has some characters.

This is a work of fiction. All work is my own, don’t take it.

I edited it quickly and typed with one hand due to surgery recovery. Please overlook any errors. Thanks. 😊

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Your alarm blared startlingly you awake. You reached over, turned it off, and stretched. You climbed out of bed and grabbed your clothes before heading to take a shower. The hot water felt good on your skin.

About 20 minutes later you were ready and grabbed your stuff to head out to work. You were nervous and excited. Last night’s attack left you shaken and you were worried whoever it was might come back.

You went to send Beau a message to let him know you were ready and that’s when you saw the message from last night. Your heart beat fast and that familiar fear crept through your body. You were standing on the front porch waiting for Beau not paying attention. You kept looking at the message. Beau walked up and said “good morning”. Causing you to gasp loudly. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said. “Oh Beau. I’m sorry. I just was distracted by this” you showed him the message.

“Do you really think David is behind what happened last night? How would he have found you” concern raising in his voice. “I don’t know. I don’t share my location on my phone and he’s never known where Jenny lived. I just don’t know. I’m scared Beau.” He grabbed you and held you close. “I’ve got you sweetheart. Let’s get you to work and talk to Ms Suzan about everything. She’s amazing and will help keep you safe at work. Mr Rick, the chef is great too. He’s got 3 daughters and is known as a big teddy bear unless someone messes with a woman.” “Thank you Beau” you closed the distance and kissed him softly. He deepened the kiss causing you to moan. When he pulled away you were sad but you didn’t want to be late.

Pulling up at the coffee shop the lights were on and you could see Ms Suzan inside. Taking a deep breath you got out. She greeted you at the door and Beau walked in with you. His hand was on the small of your back leading you in. “Wow, Good morning Sheriff. To what do I owe this visit? “Good morning Ms Suzan. I’m bringing Y/N in to work this morning. She had a little problem last night and I want to talk to you and Rick about it. We need to keep our girl safe.” You smiled when he called you his girl. Ms Suzan smiled and said “we can make sure she is. What seems to be the problem?”

“Well her ex is threatening her. He’s been abusive before and she found the strength to leave him. We believe he’s responsible for what happened last night. We just want to make sure when she’s here she’s safe. I can keep her safe when she’s not working. We wanted to make sure you guys were aware in case he decided to do something stupid.”

“Well Sheriff I can assure you she will be safe here. Rick and I will keep her safe. I promise that.” She offered a soft smile and squeezed your hand. “Y/N, you’re not alone and I’m so proud of you for getting away from him.” You smiled at her.

Beau stood up and said “it looks like you’re in good hands. I’ll let you get to work. I’ll be back to pick you up when you’re done.” He leaned over and kissed you softly. You blushed.

“Uh Sheriff, how about a coffee to go.” Ms Suzan asked. “Oh sure. That would be great.” She went to make his coffee while you stocked things and got ready to open. Beau walked over to you and put his hand on the small of your back. He whispered in your ear “I’m going to do whatever I need to do to keep you safe. I will not lose you.” He kissed your neck and a shiver went down your spine.

“Here’s your coffee Sheriff, and don’t worry we will be fine.” She smiled. He nodded and walked towards the door. He took one more look at you and then left. Ms Suzan was smiling at you and said “looks like our Sheriff is smitten. You’ve got yourself a good man there.” She touched your arm “you’re going to be okay, Y/N. I left an abusive marriage years ago and found the love of my life afterwards. There are still good men out there, and Beau Arlen is one of the best ones.”

The morning at the coffee shop was busy. So busy you never had a chance to look at your phone. When you had a moment you saw you missed a text from Beau.

Beau: hey sweetheart. I know you’re busy but I’m going to stop by around lunch time. We’ll grab some lunch. I found out some information.

You: I can’t wait to see you. We’ve been really busy. I hope to see you soon.

As soon as you hit send you heard the bell above the door ring. You looked up and saw Beau. You smiled and he smiled. “Hey Y/N, go ahead and head to lunch. I’ll see you in an hour” Ms Suzan said. You looked confused “an hour? Isn’t it only 30?” “You go enjoy your time with him. Now hand me your apron and I’ll see you in an hour. We’ve got this.” She winked at you.

You chuckled and walked over to Beau. “Hey beautiful. How’s your day been?” “Busy. I didn’t think we’d ever slow down.” You laughed. “So, Mr Arlen. You have me for an hour what are we going to do?” “Well I already picked up lunch and I wanted to take you on a picnic if that’s okay with you.” He smiled. “That sounds perfect, Beau.”

He walked you to his truck and you got in. He drove to an open field and stopped. He helped you out, grabbed a blanket and a basket. Your heart fluttered and you smiled.

Beau spread the blanket out and grabbed your hand helping you sit. It was a warm day and the sun was shining. This was absolutely perfect. Beau started to get the lunch out and laid it on the blanket. He had bottles of water, sandwiches, fresh fruit and chips. The two of you started eating and talking.

“So Beau you said you had something you wanted to talk to me about. What’s going on?” “Well I had them tow your car to the station. We were going to take pictures for evidence and I was going to get new tires put on it. Pop and I were checking over the car for evidence and we found something. Under the hood in an inconspicuous spot was a GPS tracker. This is how David found you. He must have put it on your car before you left. He’s probably been tracking you for a long time.”

Your eyes went wide. “I can’t believe this. How can I be so stupid. The minute he hit me I should have left. Now everyone here is in danger because of me.” You sobbed.

Beau took your hands “Hey, no this isn’t on you. I’m going to let Jenny know as soon as I see her this afternoon.” He lifted your chin “I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you safe. I promise.” Beau leaned in and his lips ghosted yours. You moved closer and both of you let your lips connect.

The kiss was soft at first then turned passionate quickly. Beau’s hands roamed your body and you moaned into his mouth. Your hands ran through his hair and down his back.

He leaned you back on the blanket and hovered over your body. As he pulled away, both of you were breathing heavily. He looked in your eyes “so beautiful” and you blushed. His lips connected with yours again. You could feel your desire growing and pooling between your thighs. His desire was evident by the hardness you felt on your leg.

You wanted him. All of him. His hands ran under your shirt leaving heat and goosebumps all over. Beau leaned up “is this okay?” “More than okay” you whispered.

As Beau’s hands and lips explored your body you moaned and moved into his touch. You were willing to let him take you right there. The sounds of moans and kisses mingled with the sounds of birds singing. It was a beautiful symphony. The moment was interrupted by the sound of Beau’s phone going off.

He growled and you sighed. It was time to go back to work. Your skin was on fire and your cheeks flushed and warm. As Beau leaned up he kissed your lips, tip of your nose and then your forehead. You giggled a little.

“Guess it’s time to get back Y/N.” “Yeah, I’m sure Ms Suzan would be upset if I didn’t come back. Thank you for this wonderful lunch” you smiled.

You and Beau cleaned up lunch and climbed back in his truck. He took your hand in his and held it to the coffee shop. He walked you inside and Ms Suzan met your eyes. She noticed he was holding your hand and smiled.

“Howdy Ms Suzan. Our girl is back safe and sound” he smiled. “I see that. Thank you Sheriff. I’m sure you took good care of her.” She winked and you blushed. Beau smiled, nodded and kissed your forehead. “I’ll see you later.” You nodded “Okay. See you after work.”

You grabbed your apron and put it back on. You looked around the shop and it wasn’t busy at all. Ms Suzan walked over to you “That man is completely smitten with you.” She smiled at you and touched your arm. “I like him too, Ms Suzan. We are taking things slow.” She nodded and smiled. “Slow is good, but that doesn’t change the fact he’s smitten” she laughed as she walked in the back.

The day went by slower than yesterday. You weren’t as busy. Right before you closed Jenny stopped by. “Hey Jenny Bean. How was your day” you asked. “It was good. I just wanted to check on you. Beau told me about the GPS. I’m so sorry Y/N. I can’t believe David would stoop so low.” She said.

“Yeah he’s crazy. I’m kinda worried about what he’s capable of.” You told her. She touched your arm “hey we will keep you safe. I might not agree with you seeing Beau right now, but I know he will help keep you safe. He’s been working all day getting a restraining order in place, and cameras around our house.” You smiled softly because you knew he’d stop at nothing to protect you.

Beau walked in the door a few minutes later. Jenny nodded and smiled. Your eyes lit up and she saw it. He walked over to you “Ready to go Y/N?” You nodded yes and grabbed your bag. Jenny told you she’d see you at home later and she hugged you then left. Beau offered you his arm and walked you to his truck. You climbed in and so did he.

“Where to Beau?” “I was thinking of my place to finally have that dinner I owe you.” He smiled. You took his hand and agreed. On the way to his place your mind drifted to this afternoon. You wonder how far you two would have gone if the alarm hadn’t gone off. A smile crept on your face and Beau looked over at you seeing it.

He pulled in his driveway and you saw his camper all lit up. It was small but beautiful. You figured it was temporary until he decided what to do with the situation involving his ex and his daughter.

As he got out he walked around helping you out. “Welcome to my home” he smiled. “It’s perfect, Beau.” The two of you walked up to the porch and he offered you a seat. He lit the fire and offered you something to drink. “I’m gonna get dinner started. You sit back and relax” he smiled. You nodded in agreement.

You were taking in the beautiful surroundings and watching the fire cast shadows around you. Beau walked out with a beer and sat down. “Dinner is almost ready. Do you want to eat inside or outside” he asked. “How about inside.” You replied. “Sounds good to me.” He smiled. A pregnant silence fell between you two. You finally broke the silence “Beau, do you really think I’m safe since David knows where I am?” Beau sat up and took your hand, “Y/N, yes I do think you are safe. Between all the people here who know and care about you, we will keep you safe.” You smiled and shook your head. “Thank you, Beau.”

Before too long he heard the timer go off and went inside to pull dinner out of the oven. He popped his head out of the door and told you it was done. You walked in and a heavenly aroma filled your nose. You looked over at his small table and it was set beautifully. He had placed wine glasses, plates, silverware, napkins and candles on the table. He smiled over at you and you smiled back.

Beau pulled your chair out for you and you took a seat. You smiled up at him and he kissed your head. He walked over to the stove and brought the casserole dish over to the table and sat it between the two of you. “This is my famous lasagna.” He smiled. “It smells delicious, Beau. Thank you.” He cut a piece for you and served you. You grabbed the salad and a piece of bread. The two of you sat and ate.

You let out a pornagraphic moan as you took a bite of the lasagna and Beau chuckled. You blushed “I am so sorry. That was just amazing.” He smiled and said “I’ve never made a woman moan with my cooking before. I’ll take it as a compliment.” You blushed and smiled. The two of you finished dinner and took your drinks outside to the deck.

Beau turned on some music and you started humming along to it. Beau looked over and smiled at you holding out his hand. “Care to dance?” He smiled. You took his hand and he pulled you up. Beau pulled you close to his body and the two of you started swaying to the music. You placed your head on his shoulder as his hands held you tightly. Beau smelled amazing. He smelled like a mixture of woods and amber with a hint of mint. You buried your face in the crook of his neck taking in his scent.

Beau kissed the top of your head as he held you. You sighed deeply and so did he. His hand tilted your chin up and he placed a kiss on your lips. It was soft at first and then turned needy. You felt every fiber of your being screaming out to him, wanting to be touched, taken and used in every way possible by him. You knew Beau would be respectful, but part of you begged for him to just use you. Even if it was just for one night.

Beau felt his desire growing too. He wanted you and not just for one night. He wanted to make you his, protect you and learn what your body feels like under his. He knew you were just coming out of a really bad relationship and he didn’t want to rush, but god he felt something with you he never had. Not even with his ex. He looked in your y/c/e eyes and ran his thumb over your cheek. “You are so beautiful. So strong and amazing.” You smiled at Beau “You’re not bad to look at yourself, Sheriff.” You chuckled.

The two of you sat back down but didn’t let go of each other’s hand. His calloused fingers rubbing circles on your hand. Beau and you sat on his porch for hours talking about life, love and the future. He told you about his daughter, and showed you her picture. She was beautiful. “So, Y/N had you and David discussed having children before everything went bad?” He asked. You looked at him with tears pricking your eyes. “Oh, Y/N I am so sorry I didn’t mean to ask anything too personal. Please just forget what I asked.” He apologized. “No Beau, it’s fine. I wanted to have children. David didn’t. I got pregnant a few months after we got married but I lost the baby before I even told him. It’s probably for the best. I could never bring a child into this world married to that monster.” You said. “I would love to have children one day if I found the right man.” You added. Beau smiled. He thought to himself “I’d love to have a child with you.”

After a few hours more you realized it was late. You stretched and yawned. “Oh wow, look at the time. I need to get you home.” Beau said, looking at his watch. You sighed and nodded in agreement. You were perfectly content sitting there talking to him and getting to know him better. You were even content staying the night. That is if he wanted you to. Beau extended his hand and helped you up.

As you stood you lost your balance and fell into his arms. You both laughed. You leaned up and kissed his lips. He put his hands in your hair and pulled you closer to him. You could feel your arousal growing between your thighs and his arousal pushed against your stomach. Could you tell him how much you wanted him? Did he want you as much as you wanted him? Would he even touch you while you’re still married to David? These were all questions running in your mind. What you didn’t realize is he was having the same thoughts about you.

He helped you to the truck and you climbed in. Beau walked around to the driver’s side and got in starting the truck. He took your hand and held it. A shiver went through your body. His touch ignited something inside you every time. The drive home was pretty quiet. You and Beau let a comfortable silence fall between the two of you. When he pulled in the driveway you saw a light still on. “I guess Jenny is waiting for me. She’s probably going to ground me for being out after curfew” you laughed. Beau laughed and said “Yeah, I probably won’t hear the end of it tomorrow either. Want me to come in with you?” “No, I can handle Jenny Bean. You can walk me to my door though.” You smiled.

Beau got out of the truck and walked around helping you out. He held your hand to the door. “I had a great time tonight, Beau.” “Me too, we should do it again soon.” He said. You nodded your head in agreement. As the two of you walked up the steps he grabbed your arm turning you around. He cupped your face and kissed your lips. “Good night, Y/N. I’ll be back in the morning to drive you to work.” You blushed “Okay, Beau. I’ll see you in the morning. Thank you.” You kissed him again “good night, Beau”.

His hand slid down your arm as he started to walk away. You bit your lip and sighed. You wanted to ask him to come in. You wanted him to touch more than your lips. You wanted him, all of him. As he got to the last step he turned around and looked at you. His green eyes now dark with lust and need. He bounded up the stairs taking you in his arms and kissed you passionately. You moaned in his mouth and grabbed the door handle. You didn’t care if Jenny was awake or not. He was coming inside with you.

Once inside the house you closed and locked the front door. Jenny was nowhere to be found, you sighed a little relief. You guided Beau to your room and his lips connected with yours again. This was really happening, you told yourself. Beau kicked the door closed with his foot. “Are you sure you’re ready sweetheart?” He asked. “Yes, Beau. I need you” you replied. With that Beau’s hands were on you and your’s on him.

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smolwritingchick · 1 year ago

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She Is The Cause Of My Euphoria

Author's Note: Old but cute one shot from my documents as I'm going through it all. I saved so much info on brainstorms and ideas, it's overwhelming lol. This is to hold you as I edit Bangtan Gal! :) also did they get rid of line break? Jeesh things changed on here. I'm readjusting.

Oneshot Summary: Jennie (OC) gets a surprise while watching her boyfriend on stage performing Euphoria. (Jungkook x OC fluff)

Words: 600+

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The Love Yourself tour has been a success so far as they were now here in the States, where Jen was the most excited. The concert was underway in Fort Worth and she chose this day to DJ for the concert.

She sat at the booth, getting a front-row seat to the members performing unless she had to perform or go change. Currently, she was seated, watching Jungkook perform Euphoria. She couldn’t figure out why but he just looked happier than usual tonight as he danced in that white outfit of his. He looked like a prince tonight.

Her prince.

Every time she watched him perform, she was in awe at how stable his vocals were while dancing.

‘I love this man, so much…’ she happily thought.

The fancams were surely enjoying Jen’s bright smile as she watched him, being the proud girlfriend that she was. ARMY gushed over how cute she looked tonight as they found her adorable reactions to his performance very relatable.

Being in a playful mood, she decided to use Snapchat and film him performing with a funny filter around him to get back at him for pranking her earlier.

With Jungkook, since the song started, he had begun to constantly glance over to where she was seated. Every time he sang this song, he thought of her. All that they have been through and how happy she made him. Despite everything that happened with the dating scandal during their last comeback, things were going to be all right. With her on his mind, he decided to switch up the lyrics for the chorus.

Take my hands now

Jen is the cause of my euphoria

It took nearly seconds for ARMY to confirm what he had just said to begin screaming as a smile came across his face. Meanwhile, Jen’s stomach dropped as soon as she heard her name and she quickly looked up to make sure she heard him correctly.

Take my hands now

She is the cause of my euphoria

Her heart skipped a beat as she looked down, struggling to keep that smile off her face.

Was this planned? Got her over here all in her feelings. Fansites were having a field day filming her looking a bit shy and giddy at his lyrics.

Close the door now

When I’m with her, I’m in utopia

‘This guy…’ she thought as she let out a giggle.

As the song went on, she looked down at her phone to check out the photos she had taken of him so far. But then she heard the crowd’s screams get louder than usual for his performance. Confused, she sets her phone down and looks up to see what the commotion is. And then she saw that Jungkook was walking towards her.

Wide-eyed, she was curious and a bit nervous about what he was about to do. First, it was the lyrics change, now what did he have planned?

As soon as he approached her, he smiled lovingly and gently held her hands as she stood up. He then began to sing to her instead and her face was on fire from his sudden actions.

jeogi meolliseo badaga deullyeo

kkumeul geonneoseo supul neomeoro

“Jungkook…” she laughed softly as tears developed in her eyes. “Oh my gosh…”

Take my hands now

You are the cause of my euphoria

Once he hit his angelic high note while gazing right at her, it brought her to tears. A chorus of awwwws was heard from ARMY when they noticed that she was crying. After wiping her tears with his thumb, he placed one of her hands over his heart while he resumed serenading her.

And I love you

You are the cause of my euphoria

He never ceased to make her feel so special, even in front of ARMY after they went public.

When I’m with you, I’m in utopia

After singing the last note, he couldn’t help himself as he gently lifted her chin, leaning down to kiss her softly. Drowning out those thunderous screams from the crowd, all that he focused on was her as the lights went out.

#jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook x oc #BTS #Euphoria #jungkook oneshot #bts fluff #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts 8th member #smol oneshot #bangtan boys

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sebscore · 2 years ago

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Jenny I've got some ideas that popped up in my head while I was fighting for my dear life in German class😔

1. When little leclerc is with Ollie in England spending time with his family, she LOVES and adores his siblings and will help them with their homework, projects, really anything ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

2. Gzd and Lily hanging out behind Alex's and when he finds out he's like "Are you cheating on me 😨😨😨" and Lily's like "With pleasure 😻"

3. Arthur and Little Leclerc decided to play UNO, it was a screaming match…

4. Gzd making fan pages for the drivers, principals, wags, etc. And she makes bomb edits on Capcut with all the random templates that she sees on TikTok

5. You know the video that Charles and Carlos did where Charles showed Carlos Monaco, and while he's talking about something he sees his sister and he's like "Where are you going 🤨"

6. Gzd deffo has an album with so many pictures of her f3, and f2 years so whenever she has the chance to show it to someone she takes it

7. When y/n and Ollie were watching a movie and you know they got close, Arthur couldn't stand it so he squished himself between the 2 of them and y/n's like "This is why I love Carla more than you"

8. Gzd gets along with everyone's parents, when she met (for example) Yuki's mama, she asked for some recipes and tips for her skin 😭

Anyways sorry for ranting but I couldn't keep it to myself anymore 💔💔💔💔💔

-🙊

hi, lovely! sorry it took me a while to answer this one, long asks sometimes make me overwhelmed lol but I love them 💗🫶🏻

1. TOO ADORABLE !! imagine one of his siblings doing french and she just does the homework for them 🥹

2. “I’m afraid to tell you Albon that you’re the other man.”

3. I don’t even wanna get into that… any game they play never ends well

4. SHE DEF USES CAPCUT TEMPLATES 😭😭😭😭😭😭 but like for fun

5. THAT WOULD ACTUALLY BE SO CUTE !! like imagine them stopping at a red light and charles just going “hey, that’s my sister! Y/N! What are you doing here? Am I embarrassing you?” and carlos just laughing at them 😭😭🙃

6. AAAAH I CANT 😭😭 “look how cute I was! yes, that’s lando. I know, he’s always looked like that.”

7. he would def do that and smile so hard while doing it as well

8. she flirts with everyone’s parents and they just take it as her being extra polite 😭😭😭😭😘😘

I LOVE ALL OF THEM !!! 💗💗💗 thank you so much for sharing them with me! 🙃

#little leclerc #tgd #🙊 :: anon

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escapismqueen · 7 months ago

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Honestly I didn't feel great when it was renewed I was fine with season 2 being the end because I don't trust Jenny sure she made some changes that I loved but also made changed with Conrad that I didn't she also made some comments during their aftershow they do that had her in her little Conrad bias It was great to see the actors go against her and fight for their characters. Yeah I get people want the show to follow the books but I don't in this case the source material sucks I do say the first two books is all I consider canon but even then they're not as great as the show. I don't know how people stan Conrad so hard when he was barely in all three books I always felt like Jelly was the main relationship of the show their friendship/relationship was the best not like we got to see a lot of it. Jenny did Belly so wrong for treating Jere like she did in book 3 Jenny please give redemption to Belly in season 3 let her fight for Jeremiah. Oh you want to talk about Conrad in the show and how he doesn't reat Belly right? Well in the books he's worse he fits the whole toxic masculinity somehow the narrative always makes him look good though even after he basically shakes her Conrad is an abusive pos to both Belly and Jeremiah he doesn't reat either of them well. In the show he manipulated Belly to get with her saying Jere is going on dates and moved on like wtf? I don't really consider Belly being in love with Conrad first it felt like the parents kept pushing this idea in her head and she went along with it and became Helga from Hey Arnold except at least the guy in that show is actually a nice guy. Right I keep seeing people say but in book 3 like that does anything to convince me they straight up lie about that book he didn't even cheat they were broken up if anything Belly cheated on him while they were still together she didn't tell Jere they she saw him at the house during Christmas and she sushed him when waking up because she wanted to remember her dream about Conrad it was horrible to read. This brings me back to talking to you like this ranting about the series when season 2 was still airing I'll never get over Jelly I think the Bonrad fans have zero media literacy if you want to ship a toxic ship go ahead if that's what you're into but why ship them when they have no chemistry? They literally have negative chemistry it's actually painful to watch adding Taylor's songs doesn't help at all while when she's with Jeremiah then chemistry is insane how can Jenny not tell they're soulmmates only meant for each other?

Okay so you absolutely slayed with all of this ! And I’m so glad you said something about the parents pushing the idea of Conrad onto belly because that is SO true ! Especially Susannah, to a pint where it was weird. Like it’s kind of weird in the first place to be like ‘I know you’re going to end up with one of my sons’ girl what ?

And omg so I heard the Conrad dream part in the audio books when I was skimming through for an edit and I was like OMG. Genuinely it made me feel sick. One page she was with Jeremiah and I think they’d just got engaged or something ? And then next page she’s like ‘I dreamt about Conrad last night’ I audibly groaned. Like no.

#tsitp #team jelly #belly x jeremiah #asks #team jellyfish

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fullregalia · 2 years ago

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i don’t know about you.

Another year, another round up that I felt obligated to write since I basically abandoned this whole thing in 2020. As we are on the cusp of ‘23--I wanted to share some of the things that made ‘22 worth living. Personally speaking, I’m saving about 90% of this year for my memoir; it was a weird one filled with a lot of firsts! Culturally speaking, Will Smith slapped Chris Rock, I finally watched Heat, and we all learned the word polycule.

Let’s get down to business, what did I read, listen to, watch, and generally consume that was noteworthy this year.

Books

I didn’t read as much as I wanted to this year, but two noteworthy novels I finally got to were Mating by Normal Rush and Happiness, As Such by Natalia Ginzburg. Of contemporary fiction, I was happy for the return of Selin in Either/Or and bookended my year of Emily St. John Mandel with Sea of Tranquility.

Music

Do I even need to say that my most listened to artists of 2023 were Paul Simon, Niia, John Coltrane, Prokofiev, and Steely Dan? However I did also enjoy the new Beach House, of course I listened to Benito and Steve Lacy, there’s too much Antanoff out there but The 1975 seemed to tamp down his worst impulses, and after REAISSANCE came out I stopped playing Break My Soul on repeat and now am a Virgo’s Groove bitch.

Movies

As I noted up top, I plugged a lot of holes in my viewing history this year. Shout out to Blank Check and the Big Pic pods for keeping me in the loop. Movie content and analysis for 2022 is abundant (just see: Fran Mag’s 2022 wrap up), so all I am going to say is, “Hi, I’m Petra’s father.” Oh also: Jenny is the MVP of Banshees or Inisherin, and Eyes Wide Shut.

Podcasts

How Long Gone... How Long Gone? How Long Gone. It turns out I’m exactly that insufferable. I didn’t buy any merch, and I didn’t see them live--but I thought about it, which is bad enough. Besides that I started listening to Celebrity Book Club and I did go to a live taping of Odd Lots. I shed a ton of crooked podcasts (and it feels great). Sorry, but I need smooth brain.

Speaking of smooth brain, White Lotus season two was the perfect mix of stupid and interesting to keep me totally absorbed. Shout out to my GOAT F. Murray Abraham and perfect Italian American Man Michael Imperioli. Both were underutilized. Industry season two was the fish t-shirt representation I needed. The Bear was exactly how I cook, so that’s cool. I finally caught up on Barry; my friend and I binged The Dropout during a bomb cyclone while we were in North Adams; and just like that... we got an SATC sequel (remember that?! It was terrible).

Odds & Ends

By far the most notable point of the year in culture for me was Opulent Tips, Rachel Tashjin Wise’s invite-only newsletter (*flips hair*). Her perspective on style and library of references are neither snobby nor abstruse. She loves self-expression and is generous with her advice. Blackbird Spyplane finally helped me to understand WHY EVERYTHING LOOKS LIKE PUTTY NOW. If you’re not getting your croissants at Brauð & Co in Reykjavik, what are you even doing there? I made a few art acquisitions (quite possibly a cheap Picasso lithograph and a limited edition poster from The Paris Review) my exposed brick looks so Brooklyn it hurts. Out for 2023? West Elm everything ... In for 2023? Taper candles, mercury glass vases, continuing to pile up the LRBs.

That was honestly just a small fraction of the year... but like every year, it’s impossible to pinpoint when the vibe shift happens. It was a weird year! I hope the one to come is filled with even more adventures (I’m going to Switzerland!), fantastic meals (did I mention I got to buy out Laser Wolf for a work event?!), and grailed acquisitions (I FINALLY got a Mimi Vang Olsen x NY Humane Society t-shirt!!!!) for all. I’ll leave with one final note for 2023, we’ll see if any of it comes true.

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Reading List, Participation edition.

"Joy demands something of us. It requires us to participate. To pay attention. To find beauty in darkness. To be awe-struck in otherwise mundane moments. To celebrate what is in front of us." Anna Brones

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"Which digital rhythms are we actively following because they make us feel good, and which are we entrained to? Entrainment, a term that originated in biology and then spread to the social sciences, refers to the alignment of an organism’s physiology or behavior with a cycle; the most familiar example would be our circadian rhythm. ... Letting go of one overwhelming rhythm, you invite the presence of others. Perhaps more important, you remember that the arrangement is yours to make." What Social Media Does to Our Sense of Time [Jenny Odell, The New York Times]

"Perhaps, looking back, we should consider “millennial cringe” as less of an embarrassing phase we’d rather forget and more like the last gasp of what humor on the internet looked like before it became impossible to keep up with it." Towards a unified theory of millennial "epic bacon" humour [Rebecca Jennings, Vox]

“The CIA ... encourage most officers to have a social-media presence because, quite frankly, it’s a red flag and it looks strange if you don’t. You’ve got to blend in and look normal. I would argue that some of the Gen Z–and-younger folks, their networks are so huge online, it’s almost a blessing. You can’t figure out who their close friends are because they’re friends with everybody. It almost negates the exposure.” The CIA Is Trying to Recruit Gen Z—and Doesn’t Care If They’re All Over Social Media [Jessica Goldstein, Washingtonian]

"What if some of the things people describe as mental disorders are purposeful, not pathological?" Evidence grows that mental illness is more than dysfunction [Justin Garson, Aeon]

Patrick Burleigh entered puberty at age two. It was ... a lot. [The Cut]

"We need strength and energy to live with illness; reducing my workload gave me the reserves I needed not just to live with chronic pain, but to begin on the path towards recovery from it." Permission to recover [Gavin Francis, Wellcome Collection Stories]

I for one found the Netflix documentary about Prince Harry and Meghan illuminating, but among British columnists, even the ones who sympathise with Meghan for the racist bullying still can't help but point out how annoying they find her. As the documentary points out, being Black was a big part of what Meghan did "wrong" - but another is that's she's American. Here's a comment piece that actually articulates what that means [Charlotte Kilpatrick, The New Statesman]

"Augit means to be able to stay with the good bit of your life. To stay with the good augit is to find the good in an experience.” Lessons from my dying therapist [Phoebe Greenwood, The Guardian]

A Month in a Tuscan Villa Didn’t Fix My Burnout [Alanna Bennett, The Cut]

On Raising Teenagers [Rachel Cusk, The New York Times]

"In any relationship, there is an expectation of privacy. There is also an expectation of respect. Violate the latter and you relinquish your right to the former." My boyfriend, a writer, broke up with me because I’m a writer This story by Isabel Kaplan in The Guardian is spectacular. So is this response to the story by Rachel Connolly, in Slate: "It can feel embarrassing to admit how attached we are to situations and people that we know are not serving us well. Mortifying to admit the extent of our agency in desire, and how much of ourselves we willingly give in the hope of getting something that is valuable to us back in return. Shameful to acknowledge that a degrading situation was one we chose. But then, so many commonplace, even definitional facets of the human experience do feel deeply humiliating."

Time Has Run Out for the Leap Second. The fascinating story of how we're disposing of the leap second, and thereby severing the "the timekeeping of atoms from the timekeeping of the heavens". [Alanna Mitchell, The New York Times]

"I stood over the table, sending this photo of fresh ripe tomatoes and bonito and razor clams out to a paltry few hundred viewers, watching and waiting for the twenty-four hours to pass, when the story would disappear. I looked for meaning in it, and in the hundreds of other images that flooded my screen and filled my brain, of other meals and of make-up routines and dancing teenagers and neo-fascist marches and runway shows and old churches and drone strikes. I looked for meaning and all I thought was ‘Soon, I will die’." A History of the Culinary Selfie [Huw Lemmey, Vittles]

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celtfather · 1 year ago

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The Big Fella #615

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JOSHUA & CHARLENE — DAY THIRTY-FOUR

location : afternoon / poolside

featuring : @guttcd

JOSH

josh makes a mental note to pull charlene when there's other people around—not for witnesses, so she won't try to cause a scene that way. they haven't spoken since he had been so confident about naomi, confidence that clearly wasn't misguided, but apparently had been enough to seem like he was bragging about her? josh hadn't meant to come off braggy... or if he did, it wasn't totally on purpose. finding the girl sunbathing on a pool chair, he comes over and stands right in front of the sun, blocking her light. "hey," he says, a little cautiously, "can we talk for a second?"

CHARLENE

Charlene has her eyes closed, not realizing that someone is standing in front of her until she hears a voice. Confusion flashes across her face but is then replaced by one of annoyance the moment she opens her eyes and realizes who’s blocking her light. What now? “Nah dude. I’m good.” Josh is right about Charlene not wanting to make a scene but not because people around them might witness it. She would just rather keep working on her suntan rather than get into it with him. She was only a passenger on the Naomi and Josh shit train for like, a day, and yet she finds herself so astronomically done with the both of them. How do Jenny and Dylan manage to remain the bigger person? Maybe this just says more about how petty Charlene can be. “So can you like, move? You’re totally killing my vibe right now.” What the hell do they even have to talk about? The weather?

JOSH

ugh, of course she would do this. is there not a single person in this villa that can turn off the drama for five minutes? maybe he should just take the L and walk away, but josh isn't used to being dismissed so quickly. so yeah, he stays where he is, arms folding over his chest but staying strong in his stance. she had to know his offer was rhetorical. "fine, i'll make it fast," he continues anyway. "just wanted to say i'm sorry for how it all worked out. i mean, that you got involved and are now sleeping alone. even though you told naomi i was bragging to you, i really didn't mean it like that." really, this is nice of josh to apologize at all--if she were a man, he probably wouldn't be giving them any courtesy. but with his two biggest rivals in the villa finally gone, josh would like to take this opportunity to have some sort of fresh start. as little arguments as possible. starting now... or later, depending how charlene responds.

CHARLENE

She props her upper body up with her elbows, letting out a sigh of defeat when he refuses to step away. “I didn’t say you were bragging.” She clarifies. “I said that you were acting super confident about the possibility of you two getting back together. Which… I now see why.” Literally didn’t even last a day. Pathetic. “She really didn’t put up much of a fight did she?” Charlene can’t help the scoff that escapes her as she says that, though it’s mostly to mask how embarrassed she is by the whole ordeal. At the fact that she was stupid enough to think that she stood a fair chance when it’s clear ( to her lol ) now that Naomi was too dick whipped to actually give her one. “I don’t have a problem with you. You weren’t the one that decided to lead me on and Naomi already apologized about that so…” she shrugs, like what can you do? . “Thank you. For telling me the truth about that night. I doubt you did it to look out for me but still. I really don’t like liars so you don’t have to pretend like you’re sorry about how things worked out. You knew this was going to happen, the least you can do is not bullshit me, yeah?” Charlene can’t bring herself to actually believe his words to be honest. Thinks that he’s only apologizing to give himself a nicer edit for the cameras. If he’s looking to clear the air then he’s going to have to do better than just say a simple sorry. Does he think he’s talking to Naomi?

JOSH

by now he doesn't even remember what naomi had tried to use against him when she had mentioned charlene and josh's last conversation, mostly because it no longer really matters. none of what him and charlene talked about is relevant anymore, really, though charlene pointing that out makes his lips press together to hide a smile or grimace. he feels a little bit of both right now: smug that he got what he wanted, but not loving that it was the at the expense of someone else. but really, what did this girl expect? had she not watched the show? he finds it hard to believe naomi wouldn't have mentioned him at all during casa... though on second thought, maybe it's best not to go there. "i don't think she meant for it to happen like that." suddenly sheepish, josh slinks into the chair beside her, rubbing the back of his neck. "i mean... okay, that came out wrong. i'm not sorry how it went down, obviously, because i'm happy the way it did, but i'm sorry that you had to get involved, really. i've just had enough drama in this villa, not getting along with people who have a problem with me, and i'd just like us to be cool. i mean, you're still here, right? that's gotta count for something. it was probably for the best she brought you back, so now you can have a shot at finding someone else." always the strategist, josh has to think that charlene getting sacked off by naomi must give her a decent edit—and clearly people don't hate her, if they got enough votes to be safe last night. there's bound to be more bombshells any day now, and right now charlene's the most single, which means they'll be going straight to her.

CHARLENE

Him coming to Naomi’s defense earns another scoff from Charlene. “Denial is a River in Egypt, dude. She knew what she was going to do the moment she felt like she had to come up with lies and excuses to see you.” She thinks back to the ones Naomi spewed as she tried to justify her going to the hideaway with him and how annoyed she was by them. Charlene sits up fully when Josh takes a seat. “It sounds like you’re the common denominator if you really have all that drama surrounding you.” Though the very same could be said about her. Naomi was what, the fifth person to show interest in Charlene only to immediately take it back? What does that say about her? Maybe that she’s stupid for even bothering to stay in the villa. Pathetic for holding onto some scrap of hope that someone will come in for her. It sounds like Josh picked up on that too, only his version of it sounds a lot more logical than hers. “Look —“ Index and thumb come up to pinch the bridge of her nose and she closes her eyes shit, taking a deep breath to stop herself from letting her emotions get the best of her again. “It’s not your fault that I got involved. It’s not… really about that though. I knew that you guys had history and that she was going to like, talk to you about it. I was ready for that but Jesus Christ, dude. I was looking to build an actual connection. Not to be a part of some… game.” Green eyes bore right into him now as she speaks. If she looks like she’s tired, that’s because she is.

“I know it’s for the best that she buckled as fast as she did but that doesn’t stop the fact that my ego took a major blow from it.” Her upper lip curls in a cringe, clearly uncomfortable with the fact that she said that out loud. ( Even though it was obvious lbr lol ) “I feel like a massive, pitiful idiot and now you want me to be cool? Rub some dirt on it and get over myself so you don’t have to feel like you’ve made another enemy or something?” Her words are harsh but they aren’t meant to attack. There’s a vulnerability behind them, maybe even a hope for Josh to understand where she’s coming from. “I see you and I appreciate you trying to rationalize it. I am excited for the next bombshell and I’m hoping for things to work out better and that someone will come along to make this experience worth it” ‘Cus aside from the friends she has made, it has honestly been shit. “But I’m not going to like, be grateful that all I have is a ticket back when I wanted more. I deserved more.” She deserves love damn it! “Again, I don’t have a problem with you or anything but I’m not going to swallow my feelings for you when neither you nor Naomi bothered to consider them in the first place. Let me be bitter, bro. I’ll get over it on my own time.” She doubts they actually care for her sake though. Which is fine, she doesn’t have the time to care about them either. Her focus is now set on trying to nurse her self confidence back to health.

JOSH

her childish remark back makes him laugh, shaking his head. is this chick for real? "i mean, it's not like she owed you anything," he points out. "and it's not like we were having a quickie before she got back into bed with you. we just talked for a bit, that's all." yeah, josh probably would be equally as annoyed as charlene is if he were in her position, but he's not. also naomi had made her choice not one but two nights ago, nearly half as long as charlene and naomi have known each other. surely she can't be this butthurt about it, can she? except apparently the answer is yes, from the serious way that charlene pinches her nose. a memory comes back to josh from a few weeks ago: jenny having only been in the villa for a few days, laughing about how serious josh seemed to take everything. and back then, he had been taking his time here very seriously, having just taken a good thing he had with naomi and thrown it in a dumpster fire after kissing jenny on impulse. it had annoyed him then that she couldn't see this place for what it was, something serious—and honestly, sometimes a mindfuck. but he can't help but feel a little like jenny in that situation now, trying not to look at charlene with three heads at she explains her problems. maybe if naomi and her had been together for at least a week he'd understand this, but if she seriously trying to make him and naomi out to be villains just because they inevitably got back together?

"alright," he says slowly after a few seconds pause, absorbing all of that. "well, you can be bitter all you want, but piece of advice? this is love island," he tells her, not unkindly. "there's a cash prize at the end of it. naomi wasn't trying to play you, but it is a game. it's not like you come here and there's magically your person, and you're happy and chill the rest of the time. give yourself time, damn." so much for not trying to make an enemy, but it sounds like charlene needs some tough love, because whoever she's friends with are clearly sparing her feelings. "the only thing you really have on your side in this place is time—time that naomi granted you by bringing you back, so you could meet more people and maybe one will be interested in you. and you'll be interested in them," josh adds. "not trying to be mean, just... keep your expectations in check. if you're going to feel like an idiot every time a relationship doesn't work here, then... maybe this isn't the place for you."

CHARLENE

“She owed me the truth at least.” Charlene is quick to correct. Her face is stuck almost in like a permanent cringe as she looks at him, the classic one that girls give men at the clubs when they give them unwanted attention. “Why are you telling me this now? You already got the girl — are you not content with that? Why are you hell-bent on making excuses for Naomi?” Fuck, maybe they really do deserve each other. She wonders if that's the appeal, the two of them justifying the other so neither one of them ever has to feel bad about the shit they pull. “What, do you think I should go and apologize to her for breaking things off so soon? Maybe I should ask her to give me another chance or something since it sounds like you think that I’m unjustified in being upset.” So much for that apology of his. Now she’s certain he only said it to either clean his own conscience or try to look good for the cameras.

Keep your expectations in check… that was exactly what Josh had told her during their last conversation and just like last time, it almost makes her want to cower away from him. "What do you care about how high my expectations are?" The rest of his words were harsh but she thinks that she might have had an easier time swallowing them if he didn’t keep adding those bits defending Naomi “So what, this is all a game to you? So you playing Jenny and Dylan and you fucking that girl in casa was all just... the name of the game? You’re sick if you think you can dismiss all the shit you guys pulled by simply calling it that. Are you two that broke to want the cash prize that bad?” Isn’t Naomi’s whole thing that she’s a rich nepo baby? “Whatever. That's a game you two can keep to yourself now. Ain't got nothing to do with me. Just... don't act like Naomi’s lack of respect for herself and for me is something I'm supposed to be grateful for because it ‘bought me some time’ or whatever. That’s literally so rude.” That maybe this isn't the place for you bit does get to her though, much more than she would care to admit to him right now. She has been having thought of those already so it wasn't exactly shocking but having Josh tell her that outright hurts in a way she thinks will keep her up tonight.

JOSH

"the truth about what? where she was for the thirty minute she wasn't in bed? did you ask her?" maybe having this conversation is a bad idea, considering josh barely knows anything about the charlene/naomi dynamic. "does it matter, anyway? would you have preferred her to break up with you two days later for me? i'm not making excuses for naomi," josh argues, incorrectly, "i just think that you're so busy pointing fingers at her for blame, when you're the one who came back with someone who had two guys waiting for her. i find it hard to believe that she would've brought you back without warning you, right?" by now he knows enough about how naomi's mind operates, giving her a fail-safe in the relationship before bringing someone back—so when this inevitably happened between him and naomi, she would be free from consequences. apparently she had chosen the world's most bitter casa bombshell, however. "no, i'm... i'm not saying you don't have a reason to be pissed," he backtracks, realizing how it sounds. "but i don't know. what are you going to do, avoid her the rest of the time you're here? you may as well work your shit out. nobody wants to be with someone hung up on someone they were with for two days."

god, he never should've called it a game. he can only imagine now the way this edit looks, trying to figure out how to dig himself out of this hole. "hey, don't bring jenny into this," he shoots her a dirty look, showing real annoyance for the first time this conversation. "that's not what i meant. the game is you couple up with someone or you leave, but you don't know my relationships—with naomi, jenny, anyone. stop acting like we're trying to pull a fast one over on you because naomi realized she'd rather be with me. i tried to warn you, and yet..." he trails off knowingly, giving her a look. josh is so sick of everyone calling his relationship with naomi a game, as if he enjoyed being dumped by her and trying to move on with jenny, only for that to crash and burn. he knows how he comes across around the villa by now, but he hates that people think of him as that cruel. "fine," he scoffs, rising to his feet. "i hope you're a little more charming than you are now when new people come in, otherwise you won't be lasting very long. but hey, good luck."

CHARLENE

“i did ask her and she told me that she was dealing with an upset stomach and just happened to run into you. not that she specifically sought you out. had me thinking you were stalking her or waiting outside of the restroom to ambush her or something.” to be fair, that was more charlene’s imagination running wild, finding it easier to blame josh for being creepy that to think that naomi was lying. “ i would have preferred for her to just tell me she wanted to get back with you instead of making me think that i actually stood a chance. if naomi had communicated to me that she was just looking for a fwb to make you sweat a little, i probably would have been down and it would have been fine – but she didn't and you just making excuses for her is like an extra slap to the face.” she thinks it makes him look dumb too and weirdly enough, that gives her some reassurance. “you wanna know the truth josh?” she offers a humorless laugh, “i don’t think she brought your name up once. just kept saying that she had unfinished business, which i knew bits and pieces of. i told her i wanted her to pick me if she thought we could go somewhere. she said she would have me in mind when she made her decision. maybe that was just another lie.” charlene shrugs. “i’m not going to ignore her.” she clarifies, though it might be a little bit of a lie. “i’m still coupled up with her. i kind of have to talk to her. i’m not gonna pretend that i’m dying to be besties with her though. i’m minding my damn business. you’re the one that approached me. again. you got a little crush on me or something?” if he’s looking for a third, he’s going to have to put his name down on the waitlist lol.

his annoyance in her bringing up jenny makes her frown. “so either i should have known about your relationship or i dont know anything at all – which one is it?” he keeps saying one thing then following it up with something different. “you weren’t the only person to warn me that she would go back to you. i just thought that she… i don’t know, would give you a harder time about it. enough for her to actually get to know me.” from what both naomi and josh have said, it sounds like she buckled on the first night. “ newsflash dude, i have fucking feelings. you two might not give a shit about them but i do and i will not let you pretend like im not allowed to have them.” charlene doesn’t realize how tight her chest is until he stands up, looking like he's about to leave. The relief that hits her is almost instant and she relaxes into her chair. “ finally – go give your excuses to someone dumb enough to actually fall for them.” she turns her body to the side facing him and waves a hand in the air as if to shoo him away. his parting words bring her to smile, a bit amused by the idea that she wasn’t charming enough for him. poor josh. “sure, ill work on that. next time you want to apologize to someone, try to mean it, will you?"

#joshua ;#joshua & charlene ;#joshua & charlene 002 #i was too afraid to reply to this #but just know josh sputtered an excuse and got out of there so quick

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paulidin · 2 years ago

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#WearAMask I got to hang out with @MagicCatJenny for half a day in Long Beach while we did a photoshoot in El Dorado Park (photos coming) and then got vegan dim sum at one of the food kiosks at the Long Beach Exchange "Hangar" building. We took this selfie under the restaurant's name Morning Nights before we collected our food to eat outside. And btw, it was flipping DELICIOUS! . I'm excited to edit down the 330+ photos I took and share some with you! I don't have a lot of experience yet but it was great to work with Jenny and try a bunch of different things. Tried some stuff that didn't work, which is how you're supposed to learn! And kind of surprised myself by getting some really cool shots, too. Anyway, just me doing little things to keep going during the terrible times. Glad to have a friend like Jenny. . If you need help doing something like protecting queer lives & rights or protesting book banning, guns, or cops, try using @resistbot to tell your representatives how you feel about one issue. And later maybe another. And so on. If you go out to vote or protest in person, please #WearAMask. . I'm lucky enough to be comfortable but I'm still poor and could use help saving for a new car. If you like what i share online, you could gift me! - Cash app $paulidin - Venmo @Paul-Roth - PayPal @paulroth (at The Hangar) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpYiiFrPj15/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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hoboal87 · 4 years ago

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The Fear

Title: The Fear

Pairing: Dean x pregnant!Reader, minor Sam x Eileen

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Summary: Dean comes home to find Y/N missing.

Word Count: 2300+

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, kidnapping, violence, fluff, pregnancy, non-graphic descriptions of childbirth, 15 x 20 adjacent.

A/N: my entry for @princessmisery666's #daily mix challenge combined with a Nonnie request.

Edit: I forgot to thank the lovely @lovealways-j for beta-reading this for me. Thanks, Sabrina!

My song is "The Fear" by The Score

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Something’s wrong.

Dean can sense it the moment he steps into his shared room with Y/N. He looks carefully around the room, trying to find a clue as to what’s got his hunter instincts in high gear. It looks no different then when he and Sam left three days ago, and yet, every bone in his body is telling him something is off.

“Y/N?” He calls out hesitantly as he makes his way towards her old room down the hall. She’d been in the process of turning it into a nursery for the last month and had a tendency to get lost in paint samples and baby supplies. As he closes in on the room, he can feel himself becoming more on edge and instinctively reaches for his gun. “Sweetheart? You in there?”

Dean’s heart sinks further into his stomach as he reaches the newly-converted nursery. The usually meticulously organized room was in a state of disarray as if there had been some sort of struggle. Dean calls out for Y/N again, willing her to give him some kind of sign that he was overreacting to what he was seeing.

He quickly pulls out his phone dialing Y/N’s number, he and Sam should have never gone on that hunt, Y/N was due in less than a month, but she insisted that they go.

This is Y/N, sorry I can’t come to the phone, if it’s an emergency please contact Sam or Dean…

“Fuck,” Dean mutters, waiting for her message to end. “Hey sweetheart,” he does his best to keep his voice steady. “Me and Sammy just got back and I just got a feeling…” he takes a deep breath. “Call me back. Love you.”

Dean pockets his phone, before taking in the room again, trying to convince himself that it’s his new-father instincts and not his hunter instincts that have him so on edge. That’s when he sees it: under a discarded bag, a small pool of blood. Dean’s breathing grows heavier, and he scans the room again, looking for any kind of sign of what may have happened in the room.

“Sam!” Dean yells out, his breath quickening. “Sammy!”

Sam’s behind him, skidding to a stop before taking in the sight of the room before him. Even with only a cursory glance Dean knows that Sam’s thinking the same thing as him, something’s happened to Y/N.

Dean hurries down to the infirmary, Y/N had insisted that they have everything to monitor her in the final months and in the worst-case scenario anything needed to help her deliver. The simple fetal monitor is right where they’d left it three days prior, Dean insists on listening to the heartbeat of his unborn child on an almost daily basis, letting the rapid thump thump thump put him at ease.

Dean’s phone buzzes in his back pocket, and he breathes out a sigh of relief when Y/N’s picture fills the screen. He takes a minute, calming himself, she doesn’t need to know that up until this moment he was on the verge of a panic attack.

“Sweetheart,” he smiles, “y’know you had us worried for a minute.”

There’s silence on the other end of the call, save for heavy, scratchy breathing.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry, Dean,” Y/N whispers, choking back a sob. “I shouldn’t’ve trusted her. Now–”

“Baby, listen to me,” Dean finds Sam in the hall and mouths trace the call, Sam nods and bolts towards the library. “Are you okay? The baby?”

“That depends on you, Dean,” an unfamiliar voice replaces Y/N’s. “Now, be a good little soldier and do as I say. Only then will your precious wife and child have a chance to make it through this unharmed.” Dean can feel his blood boiling, this is why he could never not be a hunter. He and Sam have made too many enemies over the years, and now Y/N and their baby may be paying the price.

All the fear that he felt when Y/N first told him she was pregnant comes rushing back to the surface. Dean never thought he’d get married, let alone be a father, but with Rowena keeping the demons in check, and Jack limiting the angels' interaction on Earth, with the exception of Cas, life became some version of safe for the brothers.

That’s why Y/N insisted that they take the simple salt n’ burn just one state over. She knew that they were going a little stir crazy, Bobby, Jody and Donna, had started training the next generation of hunters so that boys could retire. Dean was hesitant to leave, Y/N was only a month away from her due date, but she shooed them out the door, claiming to need her own space from her overprotective husband and brother-in-law.

“Are you listening, Dean?” The voice tuts and Dean tries to clear his head of ‘if’s’ and ‘could’ve’s’ all it’s doing is driving him crazy.

“I’m listening,” Dean repeats through gritted teeth. The voice gives coordinates to a location a few hours away and before he realizes it he’s in the Impala, ready to do whatever it takes to save his wife and baby. Sam tells Dean what he’s already sure of: this is a trap and Y/N is being used as bait. He doesn’t care, he can’t lose her, lose their baby, not when she’s done nothing more than love him.

The sun is setting when they pull up to the abandoned farmhouse, original, Dean thinks. Dean wants to go bursting in, guns ablaze, but Sam stops him, reminding him that they don’t know who or what has got Y/N, and they have to be smart. He wants nothing more than to punch his brother for suggesting that they wait even a second longer to rescue Y/N, but he lets the words sink in and reluctantly agrees.

Silver bullets, holy water, dead man’s blood, witch-killing bullets and machete’s are divided between each brother, knowing that whatever has Y/N, one of these things will most likely kill it. When they enter the farmhouse Dean’s eyes lock on Y/N, who’s against a wall, two chains around her wrists.

Dean rushes towards her, the only thing on his mind is getting her and the baby out of this place and back home. Her breathing is shallow when he reaches her, and he gently inspects her body. Gingerly, he touches her face, allowing her Y/E/C eyes to meet his and she smiles lazily at him. Knew you’d come, she whispers, and Dean leans forward to place a kiss on her forehead. His free hand lands on the swell of her belly, where he can feel a slight kick against his palm.

“I love you,” Dean says softly so that only Y/N can hear him. “I’m gonna get you outta here, sweetheart, okay?” Y/N nods slightly as Dean focuses his attention on freeing her from her bonds.

There’s a grunt behind Dean, and when he turns around, Sam’s on the ground, and there’s a somewhat familiar woman standing behind him.

“Dean Winchester,” she exclaims as two large men appear and pull him to his feet. “Been too long.”

“Jenny,” he utters, remembering one of the first cases he worked with Sam. “You look good, a little dead, but, good.”

“Always the charmer, weren’t you Dean?” She takes a step towards Y/N. “I could smell you on her the second she walked past me. Women always trust other women, made her think I was a hunter; a tragic backstory here, a name drop there, and bingo, the dumb bitch is leading me into your home.”

Dean feels his anger rising as he tugs against the two men, his eyes flicker to Sam, who slowly starts reaching for the blade next to him.

“Up,” Jenny orders and when Y/N doesn’t comply she produces a blade, and presses it against her stomach. Dean’s heart stops at the threat to Y/N and their baby. “If you want to give your baby a chance to ever see the light of day, I suggest you cooperate.”

Y/N’s legs are wobbly as she stands, tears glistening in her eyes as Jenny slowly runs the blade against her. Dean’s gaze doesn’t leave her, watching as Jenny uncuffs her, and leads her slowly over to him.

Adrenaline pumps through Dean’s veins and he frees himself from his two captors; headbutting one and throwing a punch at the other as Y/N is pushed out of the way. Sam is up on his feet and in a swift move, swings the blade through Jenny’s neck, her body falling limp to the ground. For the briefest of moments, Dean relaxes, only for a vamp to be coming at him again.

Dean can barely keep track of anything, his eyes tunneling in on the large vamp in front of him. He can hear the grunts of Sam, and the familiar sound of another vamp going down. Y/N isn’t in his line of sight, and through the blood pounding in his ears, he hears Sam call his name.

It was just the distraction that the vamp needed and he barrels towards Dean, slamming him against a wooden post. He feels something pierce his side but he keeps fighting against the vamp. As the vamp is about to take his final shot, his head is gone, and Sam is quickly resheething his blade.

Y/N cries out, cradling her stomach and even from a distance he can see the pool blood between her legs. Go, Dean orders Sam who quickly obeys.

“I think she’s in labor,” Sam mutters. “I don’t think we can get her to a hospital in time.”

Dean rushes to Y/N’s side as best he can, telling her everything will be alright. Dean returns to Baby, grabbing the first aid kit, hastily patching up the wound, and retrieving a blanket from the trunk. The pain hits him all at once, but he pushes through it, his pain doesn’t matter, all that matters is that Y/N and the baby are safe.

Y/N’s screaming out in pain, begging for someone to make it stop as Sam does his best to calm her. Dean closes the distance in only a few steps, positioning himself behind her. He takes her hands in his, whispering praises in her ear as Sam orders her to push.

Within only a few minutes, Evelyn Marie Winchester is brought into the world, wailing loudly as Sam wraps her in his flannel and hands her over to Y/N. Dean offers Sam a silent thank you as he takes in the appearance of his daughter. Evie’s the perfect combination of him and Y/N.

The moment of bliss doesn’t last long, as Sam reminds them that they still need to get Y/N and Evie to a hospital. Dean moves from his place behind Y/N and winces at the pain now radiating through his body. Sam gives him a curious look, and Dean shrugs, trying to convince his brother that he’s fine.

Dean takes Evie out of Y/N’s arms, and cradles her against him as Sam helps Y/N to her feet. Dean takes a few steps before legs start to give and his vision starts to blur. The last thing Dean hears before everything going black is Y/N and Sam calling out his name.

Five Years Later

Dean watches as Evie runs around the backyard of their new home, chasing Miracle and laughing hysterically. Y/N was right, the Bunker was no place to raise a little girl, she deserves everything that he and Sam never had, and he is determined to give it all to her. Evie will never know what it’s like to go to bed hungry or cold, or wonder when she’ll see her parents again.

The opening of the front door tears Dean’s attention away from his daughter, Sam’s voice filling the otherwise silent house. He turns to see his brother carrying a ridiculous amount of gifts followed by a very pregnant Eileen with a shaggy haired toddler attached to her hip.

“Unca De!” Little Bobby tries to squirm out of Eileen’s hold and she carefully lets him down. The toddler bolts for Dean, wrapping his arms around Dean’s leg. “S’Evie’s birfday!”

“I know, buddy!” Dean laughs at his nephew, “how ‘bout you go tell her ‘happy birthday’?” Dean opens the side door and lets Bobby out.

“You are going to spoil my daughter rotten, Sam Winchester,” Y/N appears from the back of the house. Dean’s still amazed that even after years together, Y/N can take his breath away.

“Well, if I had another niece or nephew, I could spread the love.”

“I think you’ve spread enough love, Sammy,” Dean jokes as he heads into the kitchen, Sam following behind him. “I mean, you’re basically having your kids back-to-back.”

“Three years is hardly back-to-back,” Sam reaches out to grab a beer. “You’re just mad ‘cause I one-upped you.”

“Actually,” Dean peeks into the living room. “We’ll be even. Y/N’s pregnant.”

The words have hardly left Dean’s mouth before Sam’s engulfed him in a hug. Dean’s positive that Eileen and Y/N are having a similar conversation at this very same moment, but what neither Sam or Eileen know is that they have a bet on who will crack first.

“Just found out a couple of weeks ago,�� Dean continues with the ruse. “She wanted to wait until after yours was born, didn’t want to take Eileen’s thunder or something.” Sam nods, seemingly understanding.

Hours later, after the last present has been opened, and the final piece of cake has been eaten, Sam and Eileen take a very sleepy Bobby home. Evie sits at the kitchen table, listening carefully and a smile growing on her face as Dean and Y/N tell her that in six months she’ll have a little brother or sister.

“Or both,” Y/N corrects with a knowing smirk.

“Both?”

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ddaengtae · 4 years ago

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see you around || jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: college, strangers (idiots) to lovers, fitness instructor! jungkook, fluff, smut

word count: 13.9k

summary: you know those beautiful strangers that you admire from afar and obsess over with your friends, but know there’s about a one percent chance they’ll ever talk to you or even know who you are? that’s precisely what jeon jungkook was to you; a piece of delicious eye candy that you could daydream about all you wanted, but had to accept that it was too unrealistic to ever happen. or so you thought. after an embarrassing accident at the gym that makes your worlds collide, maybe you had been wrong about your chances all along.

a/n: when i came up with this idea in my head, i guessed it would be around 5k words. guess my hands slipped. this is only my second bts fic, but after getting good feedback for my first one, i decided to give it another try and this is what happened. i tried to edit closely, but there may be a few types so i’m sorry! thanks for reading & pls lmk what you think. :)

Another week, another million reasons to be stressed. It really seemed like that was the never-ending pattern of the college lifestyle. The weekend was never long enough to truly allow yourself to unwind. Sure, those two days were great, but how was two days enough to destress from the agony of multiple all-nighters to keep up with the shitload of work that all of your professors always deemed it acceptable to assign? There was no way for you to prove it, but you believed in a conspiracy theory that all of the professors would meet up at the beginning of each semester and choose to make all of their huge assignments due on the same days just to fuck all of their students over. There could be no other explanation for the hell that was midterms season.

While during your first two years of college you would barely be hanging on by a thread during the busiest weeks of the semester, you were now a junior and had at last adopted a regime that helped you burn off some steam when the tension became all too much. Somewhere along the way, you started to realize that inhaling mozzarella sticks and Red Bull at two in the morning the night before an exam did very little to make you feel better and that it would probably be a better idea to take up a healthy lifestyle and better time management skills sooner rather than later. In the process of getting your life together, one Tuesday evening in the spring of your sophomore year, one of your roommates had convinced you to accompany her to a group fitness class at the gym on campus. To your surprise, you fell in love with it and the feeling of adrenaline and accomplishment that came along with making it through the hour. From that day on, you vowed to yourself to make it to the gym most days of the week.

There was something about group fitness classes that made you feel much more comfortable than going to the gym and working out on your own. Perhaps most glaringly, the classes were dominated with like-minded girls who just wanted some peace of mind for an hour. Most of the instructors were girls too, except for a few guys who seemed to understand why a lot of women chose to avoid the rest of the gym. It was quite unsettling to work out by yourself on the main floor and be surrounded by conceited guys who always seemed to either be undressing you with their eyes or judging you because, god forbid, you couldn’t squat three-hundred pounds like they could. The whole place just always reeked of toxic masculinity, or so that was what you had thought until you found out about the group fitness classes that the facility also held. They seemed to be a sort of heavenly escape from the rest of the place that resembled a fraternity initiation ceremony.

That was precisely where you found yourself this Monday evening. In dire need of a break from studying, you found yourself sitting on the floor of the group classroom surrounded by your equipment and waiting for your favorite instructor to arrive. The concept of a high-intensity circuit training class had initially terrified you when you first decided to try it out last semester, but it had quickly become your favorite class and one that you attended every week without fail. It was incredibly satisfying to track your progress and watch your body evolve as you adapted to be able to lift heavier weights and make it through the cardio outbreaks without feeling like you were going to drop dead every second.

Taking a long sip of your water, your eyes remained down on your phone as you heard the door of the room open and close again. As it was still ten minutes before class, you didn’t think much of it and assumed it was probably just more people piling into the room and rushing to get their equipment ready.

“Uh, hi guys! The usual instructor for the class is unfortunately sick so I’m filling in for her tonight,” an unfamiliar-- but yet also eerily recognizable-- male voice echoed through the room. “I was just recently certified so this is actually the first class I’ll be teaching here. I promise I’ll try to live up to her hype.” The unknown source let out an awkward laugh, which was met with relative silence from the rest of the room.

The moment your eyes moved up to fall upon the new instructor, your breath hitched in your throat, causing the water you had been attempting to drink to flow down the wrong pipe. This wasn’t just any unmemorable college boy filling in to instruct the class. There at the front of the room stood none other than Jeon Jungkook. The breathtaking Jeon Jungkook was going to be leading the class and you were supposed to be able perform-- let alone breathe-- properly? Oh no.

You and Jungkook were not friends by any means. Hell, it was highly likely that the boy didn’t even know who you were. You know those beautiful strangers that you admire from afar, yet know there’s about a one percent chance that they will ever know who you are or ever speak to you? The ones you tell all of your friends about and you go out of your way to use your FBI-level stalking skills to find their social media in hopes of finding out more about them so you can daydream about your nonexistent, fantasy future together? The ones you’re always hoping you’ll cross paths with while walking to class because even a glance of them will make your day a little more exciting and give you something to talk about with your friends? That was what Jungkook was to you.

Jungkook had become known as ‘hot coffee shop boy’ amongst your friend group after you had noticed him studying in the same coffee shop as you one day in the fall of your sophomore year. As you always chose to study at the least favorite and therefore least populated coffee shop on campus, it was shocking the first time someone as beautiful as Jungkook sat down at one of the tables across from yours and settled in to do his homework as well. His presence offered you a paradox; while seeing him looking like a model wearing his oversized clothes and sighing at his laptop screen was certainly a distraction at times, it also served as a form of motivation to force you to focus because you didn’t want him thinking you were slacking off. He seemed to enjoy the quiet ambience of the specific shop because after that first day, he began to frequent it almost as often as you, always sitting at the same table by the third window. On some occasions, one of his friends who always seemed to be changing hair colors would accompany him. After some research completed by your enamored friend Jennie who sometimes accompanied you, she discovered his name was Park Jimin. He quickly became known as ‘iced chai’ after that seemed to be his regular coffee order.

It was an exciting day amongst your friends on the first day of classes in the spring of your sophomore year when Jungkook happened to enroll in the same Earth Science lecture as you to satisfy the science gen-ed requirement at your university. Rocks and rivers weren’t exactly interesting, but the back of Jungkook’s head from the row in front of you certainly was. The group chat really blew up the day he spun around in his chair and asked you if he could borrow a pen. They were right that it would’ve been easier for him to just ask one of the people next to him, but you were smart enough to not think into it too much. Maybe you just seemed like the type of person to carry around an abundance of stationery materials (you weren’t, and you ended up not taking any notes that day after giving him the only pen you had).

So here you were, practically choking on your water as Jungkook started to set up his own equipment at the front of the room. How dare he invade your safe space? You suddenly felt as if you barely remembered how to do a jumping jack, let alone have the facilities to pick up a weight.

After organizing his weights at the front of the room, Jungkook’s eyes began to scan the participants in the room, likely counting how many people had shown up. The moment his eyes met yours, your whole body froze in place. Oddly enough, his seemed to do the same. His doe eyes became wide and his mouth fell into an ‘o’ as he looked at you for a few seconds too long, and you swore there was an expression of recognition on his face. Before you could convince yourself that anything of the sort had truly happened, Jungkook was blinking rapidly and shaking his head at himself before his eyes darted away to scan and count the rest of the room.

“Alright everyone, we’re going to get started in a minute here,” Jungkook announced a minute later, looking down at his phone as he connected his music and began blasting it through the speakers. “Just remember to follow my lead and please don’t hesitate to wave me over if you have any questions or are struggling with form. I’ll try to keep an eye on all of you and come over to help you out anyway.” His eyes crinkled into crescent moons as he offered the class a big bunny smile. Oh god, you were going to pass out. “We’re going to be starting with a pretty intense cardio circuit here to bring those heart rates right up and set the tone for the rest of class.” Great. Your heart rate was already accelerating through the roof just at the sight of him. “Try to keep up, but if you need to grab some water or take a break at any point, please don’t hesitate to do so. We’re going to get started in 3… 2… 1… Go!”

To your surprise, you were able to make it through the first couple of circuits without too much trouble. You made it your mission to zone in on each of the exercises you were doing, and that every time you were forced to face forward you would fixate your gaze on the back of the girl in front of you. It was shockingly easy to forget about the beautiful man in front of the room while you were gasping for breath after numerous rounds of burpees and mountain climbers. The goal was to look calm and fit without calling attention to yourself. Outside of your heavy breathing that was likely being drowned out by Jungkook’s loud music, you could say you were succeeding.

About twenty minutes into the class, Jungkook signaled a transition into an upper body circuit. While you were delighted to get a break from cardio and to allow your heart rate to calm down for a bit, following the exercises now required you to face forward and watch for his cues. This would be fine as long as you didn’t focus on his gorgeous face that was currently glistening with sweat in the most pleasing way possible, right?

“Alright, we’re going to start off here with some overhead shoulder presses for the first minute. I’d recommend something on the lighter side, but make sure you’re challenging yourself.” With a slight nod of his head, Jungkook picked up his own weights and counted down the class to begin the first exercise of the circuit.

Shoulder presses weren’t bad. You could do this. Inhaling a deep breath, you made an attempt to wipe your sweaty palms off on your leggings before picking up your dumbbells and getting in position to begin your shoulder presses. After the first few reps, you quickly fell into a rhythm that was both comfortable yet challenging, feeling that delicious burn in your shoulder muscles. At the halfway mark through the minute, your eyes had remained glued to the same girl in front of you. You finally felt a sense of peace. One look at Jungkook couldn’t hurt, right?

Wrong.

Against your better judgement, you decided to shift your eyes to the front of the room and take a good luck at a combination of both Jungkook’s back and the reflection of the front of his body through the mirror before him.

The string of events that occurred immediately after that moment was a blur. As Jungkook pressed his set of dumbbells above his head, his baggy shirt slid up his body, exposing his sweaty, toned abs that looked as though they were sculpted by the gods themselves. What was likely an audible gasp escaped from your lips as your eyes remained frozen on the sight in front of you. It was unclear if it was your mesmerized state, your sweaty hands, or a combination of both, but seconds later, the dumbbell in your right hand slipped out of your grasp and quickly went crashing downward.

“Oh my... Fuck!”

There was a moment of dissociation before you realized that the loud cry had, in fact, come out of your mouth, and that the dumbbell that had glided out of your hand had, in fact, come crashing down onto the big toe of your right foot. Your head was spinning as you began to process the throbbing feeling radiating throughout your entire foot, as well as the weight of what had just occurred. Within moments, the eyes of all of the participants were on you, as well as the eyes of the one person whose attention you really did not want in such an embarrassing moment. No, no, no.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Jungkook’s panicked voice echoed throughout the room as he spoke into his headset and he quickly dropped his weights on the ground. “Um, okay, the rest of you can keep going! I’m going to get someone else to come in within a few minutes so I can help her.” Within moments, he was shoving his way through the room until he was right in front of you and pulling the microphone away from his mouth so the rest of the class wouldn’t hear your interaction. “Are you alright? Oh my god, you shouldn’t be putting pressure on it. Let’s get you out of here and get some ice.”

You genuinely thought you were going to pass out. It had little to do with your toe, and a whole lot to do with Jungkook’s sudden closeness. His concerned face was just inches away from yours as his eyes scanned yours for any sort of explanation for what had just unfolded. His presence was intoxicating. You could smell the combination of his cologne and sweat, and you had yet to tear the image of his gleaming six-pack out of your mind. Oh my god. That had really just happened. The first impression you made on Jungkook, AKA hot coffee shop boy, was you making an absolute fool out of yourself and possibly breaking your toe while doing a simple exercise. You were never going to live this one down. You were going to throw up.

When you hadn’t responded to Jungkook within a few seconds, he took it upon himself to drape an arm over your shoulders and pull your body against his side. “Here, lean against me so you’re not putting weight on it. I’m going to bring you to the first-aid room and get you some ice… At the very least.”

It was quite possible that your brain had chosen it was better to black out the memory as Jungkook began to pull you out of the room, yelling to one of the workers at the front desk to quickly find someone else to take over the class. Your legs felt like jelly as they moved beside his, only functioning out of muscle memory rather than true volition. Here you were, body pressed against that of the guy you had admired from afar for over a year. In any other circumstance, this would have been like a dream come true. Instead, you wished the ground would swallow you up and put you out of your misery.

It wasn’t long until you were pulled into what was likely the first-aid room and instructed to sit on top of the counter by a very stressed Jungkook. The more you thought about it, the more horrible you felt. Not only was this the Jeon Jungkook of your fantasies, but it was also the Jeon Jungkook who had informed the class before it had started that this was the first class he had ever led. You had quite literally ruined his first class, and had set an appalling example of what he would expect going forward. If your toe hadn’t been throbbing, you would have seriously considered running right out the door.

“Okay, if you don’t mind, just take off your shoe and sock while I try to find an ice pack,” Jungkook commanded as he nervously raked a hand through his already-messy hair, frantically rifling through the cabinets. Your eyes watched his back as you followed his instructions, guilt filling your entire body. He seemed stressed. Nervous, even. It made sense, if you thought about it. Your foolish accident had just become his responsibility, and he was a new employee. You would be nervous too.

“Found one,” he breathed out, hitting it against the counter a couple of times to activate the coldness. As he turned around to face you, his eyes wandered down to your exposed toe. “Oh no, that looks pretty swollen. Does it hurt really badly? Are you okay?”

“It doesn’t feel great, but I’m okay.” No, no you were not okay, but you needed this to be over. Meeting his eyes, you realized those were the first words you had spoken to him since this whole debacle had unraveled. He probably thought you were crazy. Taking the ice pack from him, you chewed on your lower lip. “I’m… I’m really sorry.”

Jungkook furrowed his brow as he looked up from your foot to meet your gaze, tilting his head to the side. “Huh? You have no reason to be sorry. Accidents happen. I get it… I’m pretty clumsy too sometimes and have hurt myself much worse than this for much stupider reasons. Really, don’t worry.” He was rambling, and if you hadn’t been so distraught, you would have perhaps realized just how nervous he really seemed. Offering you a shy smile, his eyes averted away from yours as his cheeks flushed a shade of bright red. Redder than they should have been from just working out.

Looking down at your foot, you placed the ice pack on top of it and shook your head. It was difficult to form words with him so close, but you knew you had to if you wanted to redeem yourself at all. You already had created a mental plan to avoid him at all costs and hide from him whenever that wasn’t possible, but this was the least you could do. “No, I’m really sorry. You said at the beginning that this was your first class and I… I kind of ruined it for you. I’m sure you were really excited about it.”

Jungkook remained occupied with your toe as he moved the ice pack to the side, feeling around the bones and moving it gently in various directions to see how bad the pain was. “I don’t think it’s broken. Definitely pretty swollen, but not broken. However, I’m clearly not a doctor so you might want to get a second opinion.” Standing up straight, he offered you a warm smile. “But seriously, don’t worry about it. There’s always going to be more classes for me to teach and I wasn’t just going to let you suffer there. I’m happy to help.”

God, not only was he gorgeous, but he was also this friendly? It was possible that he was just being nice to keep you calm and keep his job, but regardless, he just seemed so perfect. So perfect that you feared being so close to him, for your endless flaws felt as if though they were being magnified. Clearing your throat, you forced yourself to return the smile. “Thanks. I really appreciate it, but I’ll be fine.” You needed to escape. You needed to get out of there so you could cry to your friends about just how mortified you were and how you now really never stood a chance with hot coffee shop boy. “I should probably get going. Don’t want to hold you up any longer.”

“You’re not holding me up at all, I promise,” Jungkook responded a bit too quickly, but yet again, you were too focused on your own embarrassment to notice. Crossing his arms over his chest, the tall man tilted his head to the side. “How are you going to get back to your dorm? Do you have a ride? You definitely shouldn’t be walking on your toe.”

Fuck. He had a good point. Regardless of the pain flowing through your foot, you were willing to walk on it just to escape this situation. However, you knew you couldn’t tell him that. “I, uh, one of my roommates has a car and I was going to call her to pick me up.”

“I have my car here. I could drive you.”

Wait, what? Had he really just offered you a ride? If you had met his gaze, you would’ve seen that he looked just as surprised that such an offer had slipped out of his lips so casually. Instead, you stared down at your lap as you attempted to process his suggestion. If the situation had been even slightly less humiliating, a car ride with the Jeon Jungkook would have sounded like one of your fantasies come to life. However, at the current moment all you could imagine was the intense awkward silence that would likely fill the car as you contemplated how to successfully fling yourself out of the window. That would not do right now. You were not in the right headspace to muster up any coherent form of small talk. The offer was likely just extended out of pity anyway. He was a good guy and deemed that that would be the righteous thing to do. No need to burden him and actually make him follow through with it.

“No, no. I wouldn’t make you do that. I’m going to text my friend right now,” you assured him, weakly smiling as you moved the ice pack to the side to retrieve your removed sock and shoe. “You have a workout to finish anyway.

“It wouldn’t be any trouble,” Jungkook insisted, watching intently as you carefully put your sneaker back on and tied it up at lightning speed. When he realized you had no plans of speaking again, a defeated sigh pressed through his lips. Why was he so set on helping you? “Okay, okay. As long as your friend is coming soon, that’ll work. I can walk you to the lobby though.”

Realizing he wasn’t going to let you just run out of the room alone, you forced yourself to nod your head in agreement. You were being dramatic. You could handle one more minute in his presence before you imploded. “Sure, thanks.” The response came off a bit snappier than you had intended, but did that really matter at this point? You weren’t going to be able to show your face around him ever again to begin with.

Once you pushed yourself off of the counter, Jungkook encouraged you to lean most of your weight against him as he led you out the door. As you were already on the first floor of the facility, the walk to the lobby luckily didn’t take too long. Upon arrival, you plopped down in one of the plush chairs by the door, fishing your phone out of the pocket of your hoodie and pretending to draft a text. In all honesty, the moment Jungkook disappeared, you intended to wobble your way back to your dorm by twisting your foot to the side to avoid putting pressure on the big toe. You were well aware that you were going to look ridiculous, but nothing could be more mortifying than what you had already experienced.

Jungkook stood over your chair, rubbing the back of his neck as he rocked from side to side on his feet. Something about him just exuded nervous energy, and it was making you feel even more on edge. “You’re sure your friend is able to come soon, right?”

Nodding your head in response, you lifted your hand into a thumbs-up that you regretted the second your hand formed it. God, you might as well have hit him with some finger guns. Could you be any cringier? “Yes, don’t worry. She’s on her way. Really, thank you though.”

Shoving his hands into the pockets of his athletic shorts, Jungkook’s eyes scanned your face one last time. It was almost as if he was searching for any hint of a lie, but if he had been, he wasn’t able to find it. “Okay, okay… If you insist. I’m sorry this had to happen to you. I hope it heals quickly.” His lips stretched into that signature bunny smile you had witnessed so many times while seeing him with his friends in public, but it almost looked a little more… Bashful. “I’ll see you around, okay?”

No, no he would not. You weren’t even sure that he had recognized you from being at the same coffee shop so often, but regardless, you had already planned to avoid the location at all costs. You couldn’t stand the thought of him possibly approaching you out of pity to check and see if you were okay.

Instead of expressing any of these concerns, you twisted your lips into a small smile and nodded your head at him. “Mhmm. See you around.”

After lifting his hand in a wave, Jungkook smiled at you once more before turning on his heel and slowly starting to make his way back toward the main area of the gym. You watched as he began to disappear, as you planned on rushing out the door the moment he was out of sight. Right before he rounded the corner, his body twisted to face you once more. If you hadn’t been so fixated on your own embarrassment, maybe you would’ve noticed the way his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red before he nervously laughed to himself and rounded the corner quickly so he was out of your line of vision.

The moment he disappeared, you gathered your belongings and rose to your feet a bit too quickly, immediately noticing how you forgot to avoid putting pressure on your toe. Fighting through the pain and fighting to maintain any sense of pride you had left, you began your walk-- or rather, wobble-- home.

God, you needed some wine.

The rest of the week passed by without much trouble, but maybe that was due to your advanced avoiding skills. Due to having three midterms throughout the week, most of your time was spent holed up alone studying. While you usually would do most of your studying in your favorite quiet coffee shop, you made it a point to steer clear of it at all costs. You were well aware that Jungkook also spent a lot of his time in that specific location, and you weren’t ready to show your face to him if it could be prevented. He had been right; your toe wasn’t broken, but instead just badly bruised. While your toe may have been fine, your ego certainly wasn’t. After stumbling home after the incident on that Monday evening, your roommates had a laughing fest at your expense over a few too many bottles of wine. They attempted to convince you that what had happened really wasn’t that embarrassing, that Jungkook seemed to be really sweet about it, and that such a chaotic event would be ‘the most epic story to tell people about the start of your relationship at your wedding.’ Although you indulged in their pipe dreams for the time being, you were going to stick to your plan: avoid Jungkook at all times possible until enough time had passed that he likely forgot about your humiliating catastrophe.

After a week of cramming for exams and perfecting your evading abilities, you were beyond ready to take a night to unwind and destress. That was precisely why you found yourself out at one of popular college bars by your campus with your friend Jennie on Friday night. The pair of you weren’t exactly the type to go out and let loose very often as you tried your best to prioritize your studies, but once you allowed yourself to get dressed up and had a few vodka-crans running through your veins, you understood why a lot of college students went out so often and remembered why you used to so much during your freshman year. The sensation of being tipsy and laughing with your friends was truly therapeutic and a much-needed antidote to counteract the toxic environment of never-ending stress.

Having been at the bar for over an hour, it started to get quite crowded. As you twirled your straw around in your half-empty drink, you watched as Jennie began to look around at all of the new faces in the bar before freezing and pursing her lips. “Okay, not to make you freak out or anything… But hot coffee shop boy AKA sexy fitness instructor boy AKA Jeon Jungkook is here,” she whisper-yelled at you as she leaned toward your ear. “He seems drunk… Like really drunk.”

Blinking rapidly as you tried to process this new information, you pulled back from her and began to shake your head. This certainly was not what you needed to hear right now, but the alcohol in your system calmed you down at least a little bit so you didn’t immediately book it out of the place. “So what you’re telling me is that I need to hide in the bathroom for the rest of the night?” Despite your fears, you really wanted to get a glance of him. Although the bar was quite large, you told yourself it would be too risky. If experience had taught you anything, it was that even one glance at him could be fatal for you.

“Stop being ridiculous,” Jennie scoffed, shoving your shoulder before taking a long sip of her drink. Her gaze remained set on the area of the crowded bar that you refused to look toward. “He’s…” She paused for a moment before her eyes widened. “Okay, I might be a little drunk, but I’m almost positive he keeps looking over here.”

“Maybe because you’re staring at him and drawing attention to us,” you scolded, narrowing your eyes at her. “Please stop before I jump over the actual bar and hide behind it.”

Jennie laughed at your dramatic suggestion, eyeing your nervous persona up and down. “Relax, relax.” She looked over your shoulder yet again. “Oh, wait. He’s on the move now so I don’t think you have to worry.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, you took an extra long sip of your drink. “Thank god. I don’t need to relive my earlier trauma on a night out.”

“Wait, fuck. I think--”

“Ah, is that toe girl?!”

Your whole body froze as you heard the close proximity of a very familiar male voice behind you. You wanted to believe that your initial guess of what was occurring wasn’t true, but the mixture of shock and amusement on Jennie’s face as she looked over your shoulder at the sight behind you confirmed that your worst nightmare was, in fact, true.

Sucking in a deep breath and downing the rest of your drink before placing it down on the bar, you gave yourself a mental pep talk before slowly turning on your heel to face the source of the voice. If there hadn’t been a decent amount of alcohol in your system, you were quite certain that you would’ve passed out right then and there.

There before you stood Jungkook with a cheeky grin spread across his lips and arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at, unfortunately, you. He was sporting a pair of tight, ripped black jeans and a matching black t-shirt. The clasping of a beer bottle in one hand and the way his arms were folded made his bicep muscles protrude in a manner that had you ready to start drooling. Jennie had been right; his face was glowing a bright shade of red, likely due to a great deal of alcohol consumption.

Clearing your throat, you forced your lips into a shy smile as you folded your hands together in front of you. You wished you hadn’t finished your drink so you had something more natural to do with your hands. It felt as if though your heart was going to explode through your chest, but he was here now and there was no escaping. “God, is that really what I’m known as now?”

“I mean, kind of.” Jungkook let out a loud laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he did so. How was he so fucking gorgeous? And why the fuck was this beautiful man going out of his way to talk to you on a night out? “But I won’t call you that anymore. It’s Y/N, right?”

Your brow furrowed as your mouth opened in surprise. Wait, what? Jungkook knew your name? It felt like your mind was moving at a million miles a minute trying to process just how that could be possible.

A hand reached out from behind you to squeeze your shoulder, Jennie stepping forward and revealing herself after you had forgotten about her existence for a minute. Her lips were twisted upward into a mischievous smile. “I see a couple of my friends from one of my classes. Gonna go say hi to them. I’ll meet up with you later.” After not-so-discreetly wiggling her eyebrows at you, she mouthed what appeared to be “good luck” before sauntering off.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me now.” Jungkook chuckled quietly as he watched Jennie walk away before setting his eyes back on you and smiling warmly. You were convinced that his smile was going to be the death of you. “Hopefully you won’t try to run off as quickly as you did the other day.”

“I did not run off!” you scoffed immediately, crossing your own arms over your chest as you feigned offense. Once again, thank god for alcohol, for you were well aware that this conversation would not be happening without it. He was right, but you hadn’t realized he had noticed your urgency in escaping that day. ‘I… I wasn’t even aware that you knew my name.”

“Suuure you didn’t. You couldn’t get away from me fast enough,” Jungkook teased, leaning forward a bit to nudge his shoulder against yours. The area of skin he touched immediately felt like it was on fire, as did your cheeks. “But of course I know your name. We had Earth Science together last year and you’re always studying at the same coffee shop by North campus that I do. You’re kind of hard to miss.”

You? Hard to miss? Not to mention, the Earth Science class was a lecture with over one hundred students in it, and the professor hardly ever took any form of attendance. Sure you could say the same thing about you knowing his name, but that was only because you had gone out of your way to find out who he was after becoming captivated by him upon seeing him at the coffee shop. This didn’t make any sense. Were you dreaming? Hallucinating?

Raising an eyebrow at him, you decided to keep your response simple. “You’ve never talked to me, though…”

“I know, I know.” Jungkook unfolded his arms and clasped both of his hands around his beer bottle, staring down at his fingers as he tapped them against the glass. Maybe it was the dim lighting in the bar, but you could’ve sworn his cheeks darkened as he avoided your eyes. The aroma of cologne and beer coming off of him at the close proximity had you feeling light-headed. “I’ve always wanted to. Planned to talk to you at the coffee shop this week, but you were nowhere to be seen. You just… I… You’re really pretty and you’re always smiling and I kind of freaked out when I saw you taking that class on Monday. I’m pretty shy and not exactly the most confident person so I have no idea why I’m saying this right now… Definitely all of the beer I’ve drank… But I probably shouldn’t be overstepping or saying any of this anyway since I’m starting to realize that you’ve probably been avoiding me or think I’m weird or something. Sorry for offering to drive you home the other day… I realized after that that probably seemed creepy coming from a total stranger.” He looked to the side as he began to nervously tap his foot against the floor. Something that sounded like a nervous laugh pressed through his lips. “Fuck. This is why I barely ever drink.”

Your body remained frozen as you stared at the side of his face, fully aware of the fact that your jaw had dropped and you were visibly gaping at him. No. There was absolutely no way that those words came out of his mouth and he meant them. It had to be the excessive amount of alcohol in his system, right? Or maybe he was just sweet talking you to try to get laid. That had to be it, right? You weren’t sure if you were going to throw up, pass out, or do both at the same time. The vodka taking over your own system was preventing you from being able to form any sort of coherent thought. Still, he deserved a response.

“What? I don’t think you’re weird at all,” you reassured, chewing on your lower lip as you tried to read the expression on his face. God, you really could have come up with something better than that.

Jungkook’s doe eyes at last met yours again, a disbelieving look in his eyes. “Then why’d you lie and say your friend was picking you up and end up walking home on a possibly broken toe instead of letting me drive you home?”

Oh my god, he had seen you do that? You were certain he was completely out of sight when you had dragged yourself out of the building. To be fair, you hadn’t taken into account the fact that the place was covered with windows that would have given anyone access to see outside the front of the building, but why would he have been looking anyway? Just as you thought that day couldn’t have gotten any more embarrassing, it did.

The mix of alcohol in your system and your heart pounding in your chest was quickly becoming too much to handle and making you lose control over your faculties. Maybe that was why you blurted out, “I-I don't know… You make me nervous.”

“You make me nervous too!”

Before you could even begin to comprehend the weight of his words, another male figure popped up beside Jungkook and draped an arm over his shoulders. His bright pink hair made him easily identifiable. It was iced chai, also known as Park Jimin. If Jennie had noticed he was there, she certainly would have been freaking out.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you. You just disappeared on me,” Jimin informed Jungkook, his gaze quickly moving to set on your distraught form. If you hadn’t been so out of sorts, perhaps you would’ve noticed the look of recognition in his eyes as they set on you. “I’m sorry, is he bothering you? He never usually goes out with us and gets drunk like this, so I’m sorry if he’s a little chaotic.”

Shaking your head at Jimin, you offered him a comforting smiling. You could feel Jungkook’s concerned eyes burning a hole into the side of your face. “No, no. He’s not bothering me at all, don’t worry.”

“Oh, thank god. I was worried he might do something stupid.” Jimin let out a sigh of relief, looking between the pair of you. Could that ‘something stupid’ be what had just occurred? At last, he gave Jungkook a firm pat on the shoulder. “We have to get going right now. Hoseok thought it’d be a good idea to down five tequila shots in a row after all of the beer we drank back at the dorm. He has his head down on the bar with his eyes closed and I want to get him out of here before he starts puking everywhere. Afraid you might end up in the same state if you keep drinking at this pace too, dude.”

“I’m fiiine,” Jungkook snapped back at him, rolling his eyes as he shrugged Jimin’s arm off of his shoulder. He peered at you for a quick second before his eyes averted downward, the nerves that had been there before refusing to go away. After taking a few moments to ponder what his friend had just told him, he let out a defeated sigh. “Fine. We can go. Only because it’s Hoseok though.”

“I’ve already requested the Uber so we should head outside now,” Jimin urged, glancing over toward where Hoseok likely was sitting at the bar.

“Um.” Jungkook at last forced himself to look at you, his lips curving upward into the slightest smile. It seemed forced though, and you knew it was because you didn’t have the opportunity to elaborate on and finish the conversation you were having before Jimin butted in. You also felt as if though you were about to self-implode and needed some time to comprehend what had just unfolded. “Sorry. I have to get going, I guess. I’ll see you around though, okay?”

Nodding your head in agreement, you allowed yourself to return a reassuring smile. “Okay. I’ll see you around.” This time, it was possible that you meant it.

After he gave you one last anxious look, he turned on his heel and followed Jimin’s lead, disappearing out of your sight.

Where the fuck was Jennie?

After scoping out Jennie in the corner of the bar, you had convinced her that it was absolutely necessary to immediately take an Uber home to debrief on what had occurred. Within half an hour, you had managed to arrive back safely to your dorm and had replaced your uncomfortable clothes with pajamas and your vodka crans with a bottle of wine. Although your mind felt quite foggy from trying to piece together everything that Jungkook had said, you were able to provide Jennie with at least the majority of the details.

“Wait, hold on. Let me think about this.” Jennie threw herself back against your bed, staring up at the ceiling after her head hit the pillows. “So basically what you’re telling me is that you are to Jungkook what Jungkook is to you? Like he pretty much admitted to admiring you from afar and being too afraid to talk to you all of this time?” she questioned, eyes wide in amazement. “God damn, why can’t shit like this happen to me? This is like some fairytale shit. You’re so fucking lucky.”

Taking a big swig directly out of the bottle of cheap rosé, you let out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t know. It seems too good to be true. Like, what if he was just really drunk and didn’t know what he was saying? You even said he seemed really drunk. Or like, what if he was just being nice because he was trying to get laid?”

“Y/N, don’t be ridiculous. I know this all seems so unreal because we never thought something like this was possible, but the things he said to you were way too specific to just be a fluke.” Jennie sat up straight again and pulled the bottle of wine out of your hands, taking a sip herself. “Besides, I was watching you guys from across the bar. He looked absolutely smitten with you and ridiculously nervous, drunk or not.”

“Fuck, I’m so much better at just daydreaming about guys than actually knowing how to talk to them and attempting to form actual relationships,” you groaned out, closing your eyes and resting your head on Jennie’s shoulder. “What am I supposed to do?”

“I hate to break it to you since I know this is very out of character for you, but you’re going to have to make the next move. He laid his cards on the table, and now the ball is in your court.” Jennie allowed her head to fall on top of yours and passed the bottle of wine back to you. “Based on what you explained to me, you didn’t really provide him with a whole lot of reassurance that the feeling was mutual and he’s probably feeling super embarrassed right now… Like, definitely more embarrassed than you felt after the whole gym incident. You have to let him know that you’re interested in him too.”

Letting out a huff, you tapped your fingers against the glass of the bottle of wine. Jennie did have a valid point, as much as you hated to admit it. Regardless of Jungkook’s intentions and just how drunk he may have been, he had seemed incredibly flustered after rambling on and exposing what he had to you. As much as there was still a part of you that was convinced that he hadn’t meant what he said, there was a bigger part of you that was excited about what this could possibly lead to if you followed through with it. You would have to throw away your nerves and muster up the tiny bit of confidence you had if this was ever going to happen.

“Okay, so what’s the game plan?”

The plan you and Jennie had concocted ended up being a lot more difficult to follow through with than you had initially imagined. The original scheme involved you approaching him at the coffee shop you both always studied at, but despite the numerous occasions you dropped by and spent hours studying there over the next week, he was nowhere to be found. It was almost as if he had adopted the same avoiding technique you had the week prior after being embarrassed at what unfolded at the gym. You weren’t exactly surprised, but it was making this whole thing a lot more complicated for you. Furthermore, the longer it dragged out, the more anxious you got that maybe this was all a bad idea and that you had misunderstood what he said at the bar.

After a week with no luck, Jennie had convinced you that maybe it would be a better idea to try to track him down at the gym. Despite going almost every day and keeping your eyes peeled for him, he was nowhere to be seen. It wasn’t until a few days later that it dawned on you that the group fitness class schedule was posted online, and that it was possible that he now had some classes that were officially assigned to him. Sure enough, upon checking the recreation website, you quickly discovered that he did have a couple classes that he was set to teach. While this information certainly was helpful, it was quite unfortunate that every class he led happened to be at the ass-crack of dawn. God, were you really interested in the type of guy who gets up extra early to work out? Apparently so.

So that was precisely how you found yourself rolling up to the gym at 6:45am on a Tuesday morning, eyes heavy with exhaustion as you searched for the room the class was being held in. Your heart was pounding and your palm was sweaty against your water bottle, but you were too dedicated to turn around at this point. You had spent over a week trying to track him down, and you at last had.

When you entered the room, Jungkook had not arrived yet. There were already quite a few girls in the room setting up their equipment, so you followed suit. As most participants were often too intimidated to take the spots up front and center in front of where the instructor stood, you took it upon yourself to do the honors. Of course you knew this would make Jungkook want to run the other way, but the thrill of making him as nervous as you were that last time was too exciting to turn down.

The door of the room opened and closed once more, and you didn’t even have to look up to feel his presence. Here we go. “Hi, everyone! Welcome to class. My name is Jungkook and I’ll be your instructor toda--” His voice cut off at the end of his statement, and when you finally allowed your eyes to set on him, he was already looking at you with wide eyes and tinted cheeks. Within a millisecond, his eyes found the ground and he apprehensively took his spot directly in front of you. The poor guy didn’t have a choice. “U-Um, if you guys have any questions before we get started, please don’t hesitate to wave me over!” You had a very strong feeling he was praying you wouldn’t wave him over.

The plan you had created before arriving was to wait until after class was over to ask him if he could talk for a few minutes. You knew it wouldn’t be fair to put him on the spot before class, and you didn’t exactly feel comfortable confessing your feelings for him in front of twenty other girls who were probably drooling over him as well either.

You managed to follow through with the plan, not communicating with Jungkook at all before and throughout the class except for a few soft smiles and some attempted eye contact. The eye contact thing didn’t go over so well though, for whenever you did manage to get Jungkook to lock eyes with you, he’d immediately turn bright red and force himself to look everywhere but at you. His nervous stammering through the microphone when giving instructions was almost too cute to handle.

When the class finally did come to an end and you were a sweaty mess, you sucked in a deep breath as you watched the rest of the participants start to put away their equipment. Setting your eyes on Jungkook, you smiled slightly. “Hey, can we talk?”

Jungkook looked up from his phone, eyes wide and clearly panicked. He scanned your face carefully, almost as if he was trying to guess what your intentions were. At last, he swallowed the lump in his throat and shoved his phone into his pocket. “U-Um, sure, I guess. Let’s just wait until everyone clears out.”

Nodding in agreement, you sat back and watched as the rest of the participants put their materials back in the closet and slowly began to file out of the room. With each person that left, you could sense Jungkook getting more and more anxious. He seemed to be mindlessly checking things around the room, his eyes darting back and forth between the door and any part of you that wasn’t your eyes. By the time the last girl exited, your heart was pounding in your chest as well.

Clearing your throat, you watched as Jungkook walked to the front of the room to shut the door, seeming to take as long as humanly possible to pull it closed. Just as you were about to speak the pitch you had practiced in your head and to Jennie numerous times over the past week, he opened his mouth.

“Look, I’m not sure exactly what’s going on here and I know that I might have been a bit overbearing when I was drunk last week, but if you’re just here to make me nervous and make fun of me and my awkward self for having a crush on you, you can just leave.” He at last whipped around to face you, a sad expression taking over his features as he began to pace back and forth, running a hand through his sweaty hair. He resembled something like a wounded puppy, and the longer you stared at him, the more you noticed just how exhausted and agitated he looked.

That definitely was not what you had expected and you felt awful that he had spent over a week thinking that you were probably teasing him with your friends for what he had said to you at the bar. Furrowing your brow, you pushed yourself up to your feet and crossed your arms over your chest. The planned speech was not going to do in these circumstances. You would have to cut straight to point.

“I dropped that weight on my foot because I’ve been ridiculously attracted to you for over a year and got embarrassingly flustered at the sight of your shirt riding up during class.”

Jungkook stopped dead in his tracks, clasping both of his hands behind his head as he at last allowed himself to look at you. His eyes were wide in shock, his head tilted just slightly to the left. “Wait, what?”

“I didn’t want you to drive me home because I was already so embarrassed and was so nervous that I would’ve only embarrassed myself more trying to talk to you without making a complete fool out of myself.”

As you spoke again, Jungkook hesitantly took a couple of steps in your direction. It seemed as if though his expression was slowly softening, and what almost appeared to be a small smile was fighting to form on the corners of his lips. “I asked you to borrow a pen that one time in Earth Science with plans to work up the nerve to talk to you at the end of class when I had to give it back, but instead I just kept it and ran out of the room because I got too nervous.”

Unable to hide your own smile now, you allowed yourself to take a step toward him. The closer you got to each other, the more the tension in the room built. “I lied and said that I had an extra pen that day, but really I gave you my only one and just didn’t take notes that whole class.”

At last, that familiar bunny smile stretched across Jungkook’s whole face, his chest bubbling in laughter as he threw his head back. “I once tried to ‘accidentally’ drop a book near you at the coffee shop in hopes that you’d pick it up and talk to me, but instead I just dropped it and tripped over it.” Another step forward.

Giggling quietly, you chewed on your lower lip as you advanced forward. “My friends and I have collectively referred to you by the code name ‘hot coffee shop boy’ ever since the first time I saw you there. Also, ‘sexy gym instructor boy’ since last week.”

Jungkook’s eyes were boring into yours at this point, his body inching forward just slightly as his toes finally bumped against yours. The tension-- not just from what was happening at the moment, but also from a year of pining after each other-- was so close to bubbling over. “My friends and I know you as ‘hot coffee shop girl.’ Also, ‘toe girl’ since last week.” The warm smile on his lips had twisted into a sort of mischievous smirk.

Leaning your head forward the slightest bit, your breath hitched in your throat as you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips. “If I haven’t made it clear yet, I’m extremely into you.”

Jungkook’s eyes-- which had darkened quite a bit over the last minute-- flickered down to your lips, his own head leaning forward an inch. With this movement, the tip of his nose brushed against yours. “And if I haven’t made it obvious yet, I’m extremely into you too.”

Before you could utter another word, Jungkook closed the minimal space remaining between the two of you by crashing his plump lips into yours. His hands moved up to cup your cheeks, one moving along the back of your head to tangle into your hair. Your own hands gripped to the front of his shirt as you stumbled back a bit due to the impact, your back bumping against the mirror in the front of the room. The tension that had previously been building had popped the moment his lips met yours, but as his fingers tugged on your hair and his tongue found its way between your lips, you felt it resurfacing, this time between your legs. You felt a bit flustered getting turned on this quickly by him, but when you put it into perspective, you had been waiting for this moment to unravel for over a year. As your hands slid up the front of his shirt to rest on his defined core, you were certain you could feel his length getting hard against your thigh.

Pulling away after a minute, Jungkook rested his forehead against yours and stared deeply into your eyes as he breathed heavily. There was a playful smirk on his lips as he dropped the hand from your face and rested it on your hip. It was nice to see that he had finally let his guard down. “So, I have to ask. Are you more for sex first or a fancy date first? I’m happily offering both, but we’re both kind of coming off a bit impatient here.”

Biting your tongue to hold in your laughter, you couldn’t ignore the way that the heat in the pit of your stomach was quickly sinking down lower between your legs. “You know, if you hadn’t been so difficult to track down this past week, I may have taken you up on that fancy date first.” You ghosted your fingers over his stomach, eliciting a surprised jolt out of him. “But after you made me wait so long, I think you just might have to fuck me first.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise at your lewd words before he smirked and pressed his body against yours a bit harder, leaning forward to kiss a trail of wet kisses down your jawline. “I’m happy to be at your service, but we’re kind of out in the open here. I could drive us back to my room, that is if you’ll actually get in the car with me this time.”

Rolling your eyes at his teasing comment, you shoved at his chest. Regardless, you couldn’t deny the fact that you were feeling incredibly impatient and weren’t sure you would be able to handle the wait while he transported you across campus. Chewing on your lower lip, your eyes scanned the room. “Equipment closet. It’s spacious enough, it locks, and there’s no windows.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jungkook muttered under his breath, eyes searching your face for any hint of a lie. When he didn’t find any, he smirked and pulled back, grabbing your hand in his. “You know, I had planned on doing a lot of things today, but fucking in an equipment closet at the ripe hour of eight in the morning certainly wasn’t one of them.”

“Get used to it, hot coffee shop boy.” Smirking to yourself, you allowed him to drag you towards the closet, pressing your back against the door after he closed and locked it behind you. “Are you complaining?”

Rapidly shaking his head, Jungkook leaned forward and peppered kisses along your neck and collarbone, only pulling back to tug your shirt and sports bra over your head. “No, no. Just concerned you’re going to be the death of me before I even get started with you.” Taking a step back, he pulled his own shirt over his head before allowing his eyes to rake up and down your body. A combination of lust and admiration filled his eyes as he stepped toward you again. “God, you really are so beautiful.”

Despite the fact that you had both been completely open with each other and the current situation being far from romantic, you felt your cheeks heating up at his compliment. Shaking your head, you poked him in the stomach. “Speak for yourself. That’s the reason why I almost broke my toe.”

Throwing back his head in laughter, Jungkook stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting your body up and placing you down on top of a few stacked crates full of equipment. “Mmm, I can make it up to you right now.”

Leaning forward, you pressed a few kisses along the corners of his lips and his jaw. “And how are you going to do that?”

“Shhh, patience.” Jungkook grinned as he bent down, slowly kissing a trail down your neck and collarbones. When he reached your breasts, he slowed down his pace, carefully taking one of your nipples between his lips and softly sucking at the skin. Once he established a rhythm that he was satisfied with, he lifted a hand and latched it around your other breast, kneading the skin between his fingers.

Letting out a soft moan, you threw your head back in pleasure and closed your eyes. Your hands fastened around his neck, gently tugging at the hair on the back of his head. The longer his lips and hands worked at your breasts, the more the heat between your legs throbbed. “How am I supposed to be patient when I’ve waited so long for this?”

Jungkook’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, his lips making a popping noise as he removed them from your breast. “You make a fair point.” Kissing down your stomach, he urged you to lift your hips as he tugged your leggings and panties down your legs and allowed them to fall into a pile on the floor. Kneeling down on the floor, his lips trailed their way up the inside of your thigh. “Mmm, so wet already and I’ve barely even touched you.”

Whimpering softly at the feeling of his lips so close to where you needed them, you bucked your hips upward in an attempt to feel any sort of friction. “P-Please.”

Chuckling quietly, Jungkook’s dark eyes remained on yours as he ghosted his lips over your dripping pussy. The shy, insecure boy that he claimed to be earlier was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was now indulging in the power he held over you. “Who made you this wet? Tell me.”

“You, J-Jungkook. You did,” you whined out, attempting to push down on the back of his head.

Jungkook flashed you a satisfied smirk, nodding his head. “That’s all I needed to hear, babe.” Without another word, he gripped his hands around your thighs roughly and lifted your legs to drape over his shoulders. Leaning forward, he closed the remaining space and attached his lips to your pussy. Rather than making you wait any longer to have the tension relieved, he immediately went to work on your throbbing clit, gently sucking at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Once he was pleased by the moans leaving your lips and the clenching of your thighs, he pulled his lips off and replaced it with his tongue. Expertly circling his tongue on your clit, he reached one hand down and, without warning, began to pump one of his fingers in and out of your pussy.

“F-Fuck, oh my god, Jungkook,” you moaned out loudly, pulling harshly at his hair with one hand and reaching the other up to pinch at one of your nipples. “R-Right there.”

“Mmm, need to get you stretched out and ready for my cock,” he murmured against your heat, quickly inserting another finger and curving them at the perfect angle to hit your g-spot with every pulse. After circling your clit with his tongue a few more times, he encircled the bud with his lips yet again, this time humming against it to add an extra feeling of friction.

The sensation of his tongue and fingers working on your pussy and the sight of his glistening face was quickly becoming too much to handle. With every movement, the bundle of nerves in your core was getting closer and closer to snapping and sending you into that blissful state you so longed for. Biting down on your lower lip roughly, you closed your eyes tightly. “I-I’m close.”

“Open your eyes. I want you looking at me while you cum all over my tongue,” he rasped out after pulling back slightly, only leaning back down once you obeyed his command. After a moment, he wet two of his fingers on his tongue before quickly beginning to circle them on your clit, moving his tongue in and out of your cunt at the same speed.

“F-Fuck, Jungkook!” you yelled out, forcing your eyes to remain open and fixed on his as you were quickly sent over the edge and into a state of ecstasy. Your walls spasmed around his tongue as your vision became blurry and filled with stars. The feeling was only prolonged as Jungkook kept moving his tongue until you couldn’t take it anymore and reached forward to push his head back slightly, left completely breathless as you stared at him.

Getting off his knees and onto his feet, Jungkook stared down at you in awe, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. The sight of your release on his lips that he refused to wipe off had your core already begging for more. “God, that was so fucking hot. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Letting out a deep breath, he pecked your lips a couple times.

“How are you so fucking good at that?” you muttered against his lips, blindly reaching forward in search of the tie on his sweatpants. Once you found it, you tugged roughly at it, sitting up straighter to urge both his pants and boxers down his thighs.

Chuckling to himself, Jungkook assisted you and pulled the articles of clothing down the length of his legs, stepping out of them once they reached the floor. “I’d like to think that I’m a gentleman in the streets and a freak in the sheets…” His eyes wandered around the room for a moment. “Or in the gym equipment room, apparently.”

Rolling your eyes and giggling at his joke, you pulled him forward again to peck his lips. “You know, if you moved to the side and let me get up, I’d happily return the favor.” Your eyes wandered down the front of his body until they set on his hardened cock resting against his stomach, the sight of it causing you to clench your thighs together.

Shaking his head in response, Jungkook flashed you a shy smile. God, how could he be so sexual yet so cute at the same time? “As enticing as that sounds and as much as I would never turn that down on any other occasion, I’m afraid I’m not going to last if I don’t fuck you right now.” Stepping forward, he looked down before cursing under his breath. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom on me. We don’t have fuck to if you’re not comfortable.”

“Wow, you didn’t bring a condom with you to your 7am fitness class? How irresponsible of you,” you joked, shoving his shoulder before pulling him closer to you. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean, so as long as you’re clean it’s fine with me.”

“You know, you’re going to regret teasing me,” he warned, laughing softly as he nudged his nose against yours. “But yes, I’m clean too.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you raised a mocking eyebrow at him. “Oh yeah? And why am I going to regret it?”

Without another word, Jungkook reached down and grabbed his cock with one of his hands. Rather than pushing it right inside of you, he instead slowly started to rub its angry red tip up and down your folds. His eyes remained on yours, a teasing smirk tugging at the edges of his lips.

Biting on your tongue to suppress your whimpers, your eyes wandered down to the area between your thighs. “W-What are you doing?”

Pressing his lips against your jawline, he let out an amused chuckle. “Nothing until you tell me what you need. Use your words, sweetheart.”

Reaching around him, you dug your nails into the skin on his upper back. It wasn’t in your character to beg during sex, but the sight of the tip of his cock glistening in your juices from your first orgasm was enough to make you give in. “P-Please fuck me, Jungkook.” You forced yourself to lock eyes with him, hoping that the desperation you were exuding would be enough to make him cave.

Grinning in amusement against the skin of your neck, he nodded his head. “Good girl.” Sliding his cock down your folds one last time, he slowly slid it inside of your entrance once he reached it, a loud groan escaping his lips as he pushed all the way inside of you. “F-Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Moaning out in pleasure at the feeling of fullness, you whimpered as you watched the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you. The spectacle alone was enough to make the heat in your core reemerge, and your body was pleading for him to do more. “M-Move. F-Faster, please.”

Grabbing one of your legs, he extended it upward and propped it over his shoulder. After getting a good grip on it, he quickly began to thrust in and out of you. “Yeah? You like that, babe?” he breathed out, his eyes screwing shut in pleasure before he buried his face into your neck again.

Dragging your nails down his sweaty back, you were sure you were going to leave some marks behind. It only took a few moments for the feeling of overstimulation to wash away, and a new, deeper pleasure to replace it. With your leg hanging over his shoulder, his cock managed to hit you at just the right angle with every thrust. Using your grip on his back to press your body closer to his, you took the opportunity to wrap your free leg tightly around his waist. The new position made it so his cock brushed against your clit every time he pulled it out of you, the feeling nearly having your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “O-Oh my god, right there.”

Jungkook’s half-lidded eyes remained fixed on yours as he lifted one hand off of your thigh, pressing his index and middle finger together and moving them toward your mouth. “Open.” Once you complied, he inserted his fingers into your mouth. His teeth dug into his lower lip as he watched the way you closed your lips, swirling your tongue around his digits a couple of times before sliding your lips back up and releasing them with a loud ‘pop.’ There was a mesmerized look in Jungkook’s eyes as his thrusts slowed for a moment. “J-Jesus fuck, that was hot.”

A cocky smirk initially tried to spread across your lips, but it was washed away the moment he began to circle his lubricated fingers over your clit, his cock pounding in and out of your pussy at a pace that had you ready to unravel at any second. “I-I’m close.”

Letting out what sounded like a combination of a groan and a whimper, Jungkook leaned forward and brushed his lips over yours. “Cum all over my cock for me, babe.”

“J-Jungkook, f-fuck!” The sound of his raspy command and the feeling of his cock inside of you was all it took to push you over the edge again. Your second orgasm hit you even harder than the first, a sensation of rapturous bliss overtaking your senses as your toes curled and your thighs were left convulsing around his body. While your mind went foggy for a few seconds, the strain that was left in the back of your throat suggested that you had yelled out in pleasure quite loudly. The euphoria was dragged out even longer as Jungkook had yet to reach his own high, his thrusts becoming sloppier as you stared up at him with hazy vision, gasping for breath.

“I-I’m close too,” Jungkook whimpered out, eyes screwing shut as your walls continued to twitch around his cock in the aftershock of your orgasm. “W-Where do you want me to cum, babe?”

Coming back to your senses, you blinked a few times until your vision returned back to normal. Finally processing his request, you used quite a bit of your strength to push him back a bit, ignoring the confused look on his face. Using the space in front of you, you pushed yourself off of the elevated surface before getting down on your knees. “My mouth.” Reaching forward, you grasped his shaft in one hand, pumping his length a few times before leaning down and capturing his tip between your lips. After circling your tongue around it a few times, you hollowed out your cheeks and began to bob your head up and down.

“O-Oh my… F-Fuck, Y/N.” Jungkook quickly adapted to the new sensation, his hands reaching around your head to tangle into your hair and urge your head down his cock further. He locked eyes with you from above, his legs trembling around your head. Taking notice of just how close he was, you forced your mouth down further to accommodate the rest of his cock in your mouth, swallowing around his length at the bottom. The motion and the feeling of the tip of his length hitting the back of your throat was enough to make you gag, and that was all it took to push Jungkook to his climax.

Jungkook was a groaning mess above you as he released his load down your throat, unconsciously thrusting into your mouth further a couple of times to ride out of high. After a few more spurts of his hot cum filled your mouth, you worked your mouth back up his length. Once your lips popped off of the tip of his cock, you pulled back and swallowed thickly, the salty taste of his release lingering in your throat.

After taking a few moments to catch his breath, Jungkook reached down and grabbed your hand, pulling you up onto your feet in front of him. Despite the crude nature of what had just occurred, the smile stretched across his lips seemed so… Innocent. “Well… That happened.” He reached up and pushed the sweaty hair that was sticking to his forehead out of his face.

Laughing softly at his words, you bit your lip and crossed your arms over your chest. “I mean, that’s certainly one way to work out at the gym.”

Jungkook’s whole body shook as he erupted into laughter, leaning down and beginning to grab all of your discarded clothing articles off of the ground. He sorted through them and handed you back yours, beginning to redress himself after. Once he was dressed, he grabbed a towel out of one of the crates and made sure the area was clean. “Don’t forget we worked out before too. That’s two whole workouts. We’re going to need to fuel up with some electrolytes or coffee or something.”

Forcing your damp leggings back onto your sweaty body wasn’t exactly the easiest or most enjoyable thing to do, but you managed. Once your shirt was back on, you looked back over at him and feigned an exaggerated amount of excitement. “Oh my god, am I going to be able to get coffee with hot coffee shop boy?”

“Only if hot coffee shop girl would be so willing to accompany him,” Jungkook jived, nudging your shoulder with his before unlocking and pulling open the door of the closet. To your relief, the room was still empty and there seemed to be no one lurking outside of it. Grabbing his backpack at the front of the room, he slung it over his shoulder. “It might be a good idea for us to shower first, though. I have a strong suspicion that we probably smell prettttty bad.”

Grabbing your own bag and water bottle, you laughed in amusement as you followed him out the door of the classroom and into the main area of the gym. “I have a feeling you’re right. Should we shower and plan to meet up after?”

Walking through the lobby, Jungkook held open the main door for you before following you outside. It was much brighter out now than when you had arrived at the facility almost two hours prior. Time really does fly by when you’re having fun. “I feel like we can’t really be trusted with the whole ‘see you around’ thing and going our separate ways just yet after the shit we both pulled avoiding each other the past couple weeks. Plus, I’m not quite done with you just yet.”

Snickering at the reminder of your past dramatic behavior, you nodded your head in agreement. “So what did you have in mind?”

Stopping in his tracks, Jungkook turned to face you. “So first, I was thinking you could come back to my place and we could both shower there. I could provide you with some clothes for the time being, but if you need to change later, I can bring you back to your place.” The corners of his lips began to twitch upward. “However, that would require you getting into my car with me, and history suggests that doing so ‘makes you nervous,’ or something like that.”

“Hmm, I’m pretty sure I remember something about me making you nervous too. I think some weird drunk guy told me that.” Scoffing at his flirtatious teasing, you playfully shoved his chest. “Anything else planned?”

“Hey, that ‘weird drunk guy’ is the reason we’re here today,” he scoffed, grabbing one of your hands off of his chest and lacing his fingers with yours. “Then I was thinking we could go to our favorite coffee shop. But… And I know this is kind of a wild idea... I’m thinking we sit at the same table for the first time instead of dropping pens and books to try to get each other’s attention from across the room.”

Squeezing his hand, you began to follow him as he led the way to what you assumed was going to be his car. “A bold suggestion, but I’m into it. Might have you drop a book at my feet and I’ll stare at you across the room longingly just for old time’s sake.” When you reached a shiny black SUV, Jungkook unlocked it and walked around the passenger side, opening the door for you. “So I’m guessing these plans involve us skipping classes today?”

“Well, obviously.” Jungkook flashed you a bright grin as you climbed into the car, shutting the door gently once you were in the seat. He ran around the front of it and quickly hopped into the driver’s seat, leaning over to look at you once inside. “And then once the evening comes, as I suggested earlier, I would still love to take you out to dinner, if you’d let me.” Despite everything that had just unfolded and all of the confessions you both had shared, there still appeared to be a glimmer of nervousness and hesitation in his eyes.

Leaning to the side, you reached over and placed your hand on top of his. Your lips formed into a reassuring smile. “I would love to.”

Jungkook lifted your hand that was over his to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against your fingers. “Good.” Turning to face forward, he started the car and began to back out of the space. As he looked at the pathway in front of the gym, he directed a mischievous smirk at you. “Remember that time you walked back to your room on a swollen toe to avoid getting into my car with me? Good times.”

Letting out a groan, you covered your flushed face with both of your hands. “If you don’t shut up, I’m about to hit you with a ‘see you around’ and roll right out of the side of your car while it’s moving.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorrrry,” Jungkook laughed to himself, grabbing the wrist closest to him to pull your hand off of your face. “As compensation for your shame, I will make another embarrassing confession.” He knitted his brow together as he thought for a few moments before chuckling to himself as a memory came to mind. “I once accidentally liked one of your Instagram pictures that was like… 72 weeks old and almost considered moving to another country and changing my identity. I unliked it right away and you probably didn’t even notice, but I was stressed. There. Does that make you feel better?”

Gnawing on the inside of your cheek to hide your smile, you glanced at the side of his face. “Mmm, a little bit. I think I’m going to need you to keep going.”

Jungkook scoffed as he placed your hand that he was holding down on his thigh, shaking his head in disbelief. “How is that fair? I think I deserve some form of payment if I’m going to keep exposing myself too.”

“Fine, fine.” You gently squeezed his thigh, your mind sifting through all of the embarrassing things you had done in the past due to your embarrassing infatuation of the boy who was now sitting beside you. “I tried to order you, like, a sort of secret admirer coffee on Valentine’s Day, but the barista ended up giving it to the wrong guy and I ended up leaving the shop because I was so mortified.”

“Aw, I’ve always wanted to have a secret admirer,” Jungkook teased, parking the car in front of his building. “God, we really could go on forever with these embarrassing stories, huh?”

Nodding your head, you reached your hand up and playfully poked at his dimple. “It sure seems that way. We’re kind of the worst.”

Unbuckling his seatbelt and hopping out of the car, he met you at the front of it and draped an arm over your shoulders. “Good. Just gives me another reason to keep you around longer.”

And while ‘see you around’ hadn’t been a promise that either of you kept before, keeping you around from then on certainly was one that he fulfilled.

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