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moni-logues · 2 years ago

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A Fine Line 2

Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader (ft. Hoseok)

Genre: roommates/enemies-to-lovers, non-idol!au, smut, some angst

Word count: 7.2k

Summary: It’s time to rebuild your life. You’ve got a new job, a new apartment, and a future that might be bright. The only problem? Your new roommate.

Content: consumption of alcohol, protected sex, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), biting, multiple orgasms, some seriously Big Dicks.

Love and thanks to M @here2bbtstrash for beta-ing!

Chapter One | Masterlist | Chapter Three

2 – A Distraction

It was a Thursday night and you loved Thursday nights. Namjoon was always out and he often stayed out. On this particular Thursday, a bit of time and space to yourself was exactly what you needed. You had the formula down pat: cook a nice meal, take an indulgently long, hot shower, eat properly – at a table, no distractions, just you and your food – and then get stuck in a good book. A simple recipe for rest and relaxation. You were in the kitchen, prepping vegetables, dancing along to the music you’d turned up just a little too loud.

“Did someone break your heart?”

You whipped around at the strange voice behind you. A man you didn’t know, had never seen before, was leaning against the counter, looking at you, amused.

“What?”

He mouthed along to the chorus of the song you were listening to: ‘And I hate that I hate that you’re happy without me’.

“Oh,” you said, turning the music down, self-conscious now. “No, it’s just a good song.”

He shrugged and sauntered over to look at your chopping board.

“What are you making?”

“Uh, stew.”

Still confused, but also mildly irritated that he was interrupting your process, you carried on about your business.

“Yeah, Joon says you’re a good cook.”

A flash of anger.

“Oh, does he now?” You could hear your own tone but he didn’t seem to notice, or he chose to ignore it.

“So how’s the apartment? You enjoying living with him?”

You couldn’t stop the bitter laugh that came out; you had assumed he was joking but he looked at you searchingly, his eyebrows coming together.

“Oh, uh, it,” you stuttered, he had to know, didn’t he? If he knew Namjoon at all, surely he had to know what he was like to live with?

He laughed.

“Yeah, he’s not the best roommate; I think even he’d admit that. You get used to it, though.”

“You’ve lived with him?”

He laughed again.

“I’m the one who moved out and freed up your room. We lived together for years.”

This news rattled you: someone lived with Namjoon, for years, and was still friends with him? Was it you? Were you the problem? You suddenly doubted the righteousness of your anger; were you being unreasonable?

Then you looked at the dishes in the sink and the clutter on the counter and you remembered the laundry you had re-washed and hung out for him yesterday after finding it, damp and mouldering, in the washing machine.

“How the fuck did you manage that?”

The man chuckled. His eyes were watching you carefully, reading you closely.

“I mean, he’s not a tidy roommate, for sure, but he’s a good guy. Don’t you like him?”

Now there was a question. His gaze was steady on your face and you tried not to give too much away. How did you answer that question? Not honestly, obviously, but you’d always been a terrible liar.

“We don’t really know each other that well,” you said simply. You placed a pan on the hob and lit the gas ring, hoping he would just go away. The air felt heavy with everything you weren’t saying and you just wanted him to leave you in peace. This was supposed to be your night. What was he doing here in the first place?

“Jin? Oh you’re here.”

You froze, just for a second, swallowing hard and refusing to turn around. Even with your back to him, unable to see him, he made your pulse race. Tonight of all nights, you resented it all the more.

“We’re going out, y/n,” Namjoon said, addressing you. The sound of your name in his mouth made the hairs on the back of your neck prick and you said nothing. An awkward pause. “Ok, well, see you later!”

As soon as they left, you turned your music back up, as loud as you could bear. You left your stew simmering low and went to shower. It took all of your self-restraint that night to adhere to your No Namjoon Policy: absolutely no masturbating after a Namjoon encounter, ever. It was a valiant attempt to stop yourself associating him with any kind of pleasure but especially sexual pleasure. It didn’t work, oh, definitely not, he got you as hot under the collar as he did that first day, but whereas that day it made you feel giddy and embarrassed, now it made you furious.

The water washed away some, if not all of your stress, and by the time you were at the dining table, finishing up your second bowl of dinner, you were suitably chilled out. You cleaned the kitchen and padded to your bedroom for your book and then to the bathroom for a face mask. You applied it and snuggled into the sofa, hoping Namjoon would be staying out very late as he usually did so you could stay there uninterrupted for as long as you liked.

No such luck.

You heard the door unlock and panicked. He couldn’t be. It was Thursday! He wasn’t supposed to be here! It was bad enough that he had been here earlier and disturbed your peace, but again? It got worse as he entered, two of his friends walking in after him. You felt something inside you snap; you were so sick of it. Not being able to relax in your own house; feeling on-edge, constantly alert to his (short)comings and goings, trying to arrange your life so you saw as little of him as you could. And now he’d ruined your Thursday. Blind and deaf with rage, you were aware he was talking to you, introducing his friends to you, but you couldn’t hear a word over the roaring of blood in your ears.

Without a word, you took your book into your room and shut the door. You messaged Lina telling her that you needed her come out with you tomorrow night. You needed a drink or several. And you needed to get out of the house.

Lina looked at you as you ranted, saying very little. You just needed to get it off your chest and then you would stop talking about Namjoon and the two of you could have fun. You drained and re-filled your wine glass, barely stopping to breathe as you vented your spleen. It felt so good to get it out. You’d complained to Lina before, of course, she knew all about it. She didn’t really need you to tell her again but it made you feel better to say it nonetheless.

When you finally finished and took a deep breath, she stayed quiet for a while, which was unlike her. She took a sip of her wine – still on her first glass – and eyed you steadily.

“You’re going to have to do something about it,” she told you.

“I know! I’m going to go mad if nothing changes! I do not know what I’m going to do though. How do I even s-”

“The way I see it, you have three options. One: move out.”

You shook your head. “You know I can’t do that.”

“Two: fuck him.”

“I will not do that.”

There was a pregnant pause before Lina offered you your third option.

“Then shut up.” Her voice was cold and face set. She wasn’t being funny; she actually meant it.

You were struck dumb. Lina never spoke to you like that. Lina never spoke to anyone like that. You spluttered, unable to form an actual word in response.

“Y/n, this has been going on for ages now. You hate him so much that you never, ever stop talking about him. I get it, when I first moved in with Alaric, he came straight from his parents and didn’t know the first thing about looking after a home. But you won’t even ask Namjoon to try-”

“That’s not true!” You could tell that you’d already had too much to drink by how loud your voice was getting, but you had to fight your corner. “I have tried. More than once actually. He just says he’ll do it and then nothing changes. He doesn’t listen. He doesn’t care. I told you, he has no-”

“No respect for you, yeah, you did tell me.”

You didn’t know what to say. You and Lina never fought. You didn’t want to fight with her at all. You couldn’t understand; was she taking his side?

“I’m not taking his side,” she said, reading your mind. “I’m saying you have to get over it. You’re working yourself up into a frenzy. I’m not even sure you really do hate him!” She held up a hand to silence you as you opened your mouth to protest and looked you dead in the eye. “I think you like him; I think you took one look at him that first day and accidentally threw your heart at him and then when he didn’t respond how you wanted, when he didn’t read your mind and make the first move, you decided to blow these little roommate things out of all proportion and hate him instead, because you can’t stand actually feeling your feelings and you would rather mask them and distort them than face them head on.”

There was a small pause in which you could say nothing.

“I’m not trying to hurt you, y/n.” Lina’s voice softened and she stretched her hand across the table to you. You sat back, moving away. “Don’t be like that. I’m telling you this because I think you need to hear it. You don’t have to hide from your feelings, ok? These feelings are ok, good even. I wasn’t joking when I said you should fuck him. I really think you should, but not like this. I don’t want you to hate-fuck him and then tell him to clean up his socks and pretend to yourself that that’s a sustainable kind of arrangement, that that’s satisfying, that that’s what you want. I think you need to be honest with yourself and then fuck him, when you can actually let yourself want him properly. Because you are allowed to want him. It’s ok.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You felt like you had been punched in the gut. You were winded. And hurt. And livid.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” you cried. You got to your feet and brushed her hand from your arm. “I don’t know what the fuck has got into you, Lina. Seriously? Seriously?! I asked you to come out so I could have some fun but I guess I should’ve really known better than to ask you, shouldn’t I? What the fuck do you know about anything? You married the first man who’d have you and just whipped him into perfect shape in your perfect little life, didn’t you? Well fuck you. Fuck you.”

Lina said nothing and you grabbed your bag and pushed your way, somewhat too aggressively, through the crowded bar. You’d regret that in the morning but she really didn’t get it. Who was she to say those things to you? She didn’t know you. She didn’t know everything. Liking Namjoon; you rolled your eyes so hard you almost fell backwards. She didn’t have any right to say those things to you; she never spoke to you like that. You had never argued, but now, of course Namjoon had got in the way of that, too.

‘Well fuck everyone,’ you thought as you stalked into the nearest club. The obscene cover charge meant you had never been in before, but tonight you didn’t even hesitate as you tapped your card. You went straight to the bar and ordered three vodka shots. As you swallowed the third, you had a moment of panic that it might bring up everything else you’d had to drink that night, but you pushed it down and turned to the dancefloor. You surveyed the scene, desperately scanning for someone to catch your eye.

And there he was. On the left side, dancing as if he were entirely in his own world, smiling wide as he sang along. He looked like he was having fun. You snaked your way through the throng, keeping him in your sights at all times. As you got close, you wished you’d had a little more Dutch courage; it had been a while – more than a while – since you’d last done this. You caught his eye as you moved in front of him and he grinned at you, immediately taking your hand and spinning you around. It couldn’t possibly be this easy.

You were breathless as he took control of you, moving your hips against his, singing in your ear. His slim frame belied his strength and he manoeuvred you on the dancefloor with surprising ease. You surrendered to his joy and smiled, really smiled, for the first time in what felt like forever. You tipped your head back and shook your hair, giving in to feeling good. Your problems could wait. For now, you had a gorgeous man giving you his undivided attention.

With your back against his chest, your reached back to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“Having fun?” he asked in your ear.

You turned in his arms and locked your arms around his neck.

“Yes!” you shouted back.

He gripped the back of your neck and brought your ear to his mouth.

“Would you like to have some more?”

His breath hit your neck and you shivered. You were pressed so tightly together, you could almost feel the contours of his abs beneath his shirt as his belt buckle dug uncomfortably into your hip.

Ordinarily, you’d have said no. Ordinarily, you wouldn’t have been there in the first place. But you felt good and your last remaining faculties were clinging on tight and this guy seemed nice. Sure, that’s what they said about most murderers, but, fuck it. At least if you were dead, you wouldn’t have to live with Namjoon.

You pulled back so you could look him in the eye, then down at his mouth. He kissed you confidently, parting your lips with his tongue; you moaned into his mouth. This was exactly the sort of fun you were after.

He took you to his apartment and, as soon as you stepped over the threshold of his bedroom, pushed you up against the door. He kissed your neck and ground his hips into yours; you could feel the bulge straining at the fabric of his trousers and it made you throb.

“I’m Hoseok, by the way,” he said, pressing a kiss just below your jaw.

“Y/n,” you replied, already getting breathless.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.”

He pulled back and ran his eyes down your body and back up, taking you in. He clicked his tongue against his teeth and shook his head.

“Ah, it’s no good.”

“What? What?” A cold panic shuddered through your veins. You knew there would be something. It couldn’t be this easy, couldn’t be this good.

“That dress is going to have to come off right now.”

You laughed nervously, unsure how to react. He raised his eyebrows at you as he pulled his shirt over his head. You were right about his abs. Having dropped his trousers, he chuckled at you, frozen in front of him. He kissed your cheek and grabbed the hem of your dress. He lifted it all the way off and resumed his appraisal of your body. He looked at you so hungrily, it made you feel naked, even though you weren’t… yet. You didn’t think you’d ever seen such undisguised desire. He lightly ran his fingers up and down your side and you shivered, goosebumps raising all over your skin. As he moved a hand behind you to the clasp of your bra, he met your eyes and stopped. He stepped back.

“We don’t have to do this. Not if you don’t want to.”

“What?”

“You’ve got panic in your eyes, love; what are you afraid of?”

You were afraid that Lina was right. You were afraid you were going to have to fuck Namjoon. You were afraid you were going to live and die alone. You were afraid you were about to fuck this guy and he’d hate it. You were afraid he’d get you naked and then laugh. You were afraid of how much you wanted him and how much you wanted him to want you. You were afraid of everything.

You didn’t know what to tell him. You just stared, open-mouthed, at him, waiting for something to happen. He smiled so kindly at you, you felt tears prick in your eyes, and he picked up his shirt to drape across your shoulders. He held your face in his hand and you released a shaky breath as he brushed your cheek with his thumb. It would’ve been so easy to let this fall apart, to put your dress back on, burning with shame, and go home. Home was the very last place you wanted to be. Namjoon’s face flashed in your mind and it lit a fire inside you.

You grabbed Hoseok by the wrist and, shoving your anxiety and shame deep down inside yourself, you turned your head and took two of his fingers in your mouth. Hoseok’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ as you sucked; you shrugged and let his shirt fall to the floor. Letting his hand go, you undid your bra clasp yourself and slipped your arms out of it.

“You sure about this?” he asked. You noticed him carefully not looking at your exposed chest, looking instead right in your eyes. Yes, you were sure.

You nodded and pulled his face to yours. He didn’t need telling twice. Grabbing you hard and pulling you in close, he bit down on your bottom lip and growled as you ground your hips against his. He threw you onto the bed and crawled over you, kissing and sucking and biting his way up your body. Your skin was ablaze; you hadn’t been touched like this for a long time. You’d forgotten how good it was. He swirled a nipple in his mouth and you arched your back into him with a moan. Grinding your hips up against him, he felt huge and your cunt quivered in anticipation. He moaned and pushed your legs back, opening you up to him. The friction against your throbbing clit made your walls clench; you whimpered and moaned as he sucked your neck. You couldn’t take much more. You needed him inside you now.

“Fuck me, please,” you panted, pulling his face to yours. “Please just fuck me.”

He grinned and pulled back to ferret in his bedside table for a condom. You took the opportunity to shimmy off your knickers, soaked through. As he removed his boxers, you actually gasped. He was so much bigger than you had anticipated.

“Wow,” you whispered. “Wow, that is…”

He chuckled and tucked your hair behind your ear.

You whistled low.

“Maybe that’s what I’m afraid of!” You laughed and you were joking but it had been some time since anyone had been inside you, let alone of that size. In fact, you’d never taken anyone that big. You wondered briefly if he’d let you take it slow.

He laughed properly and rolled the condom down his considerable length.

“Think you can take it?”

You scoffed, swallowing your trepidation. There was no way you were about to ruin this, not now you’d come this far.

“You think I can’t?”

He kissed you and rested his forehead against yours.

“You just let me know if you need to stop, ok?”

‘Yeah, sure,’ you thought to yourself as you lay back. He was still looking at you.

“Let me know, ok?” he asked again.

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” you said breezily with a wave of your hand. You almost thought you saw him hesitate but then he spread your legs wider and positioned himself at your entrance. You bit back a moan.

“Tell me when to stop,” he told you, watching you carefully.

“Never,” you replied with a grin.

The mood changed and Hoseok sighed, moving away from you, standing up and removing his condom. He threw it into the bin and turned to look at you. Your body flamed with embarrassment, shame. What had you done?

“I’m not joking, y/n. This is not going to happen if you refuse to tell me if you want to stop. I’m not here to hurt you or push you into something or make you do things you don’t want to but I’m also not a mind-reader and if you won’t tell me, this is not going to happen.”

The shame swallowed your first attempts at a response and you sat up, curling into yourself, feeling more naked than ever.

“I wasn’t, I didn’t, I- it,” you spluttered, panic rising in your chest. You covered your face with your hands. “I just wanted to- I was… I- I wanted to be sexy, ok! I don’t know how!” you cried. “It’s been a while; I just…”

Face burning, you sat hiding it beneath your hands, hoping the ground would swallow you whole.

You felt the bed dip as he sat next to you and he put his hands over yours, trying to lower them. You held tight, not letting him see you. He settled for resting his hands on your knees and he let a few moments pass in silence before speaking.

“You…” he started hesitantly, “You have done this before, right? You’re not a virgin?”

Shocked and indignant, you flung your hands down.

“Of course, I’m not! Yes, I’ve had sex before! Oh my god.” You groaned and tried to hide your face again, but he had caught your hands in his and wouldn’t let you.

“Yeah, I figured not, but I had to get these away from your face somehow.” He grinned. “Look,�� he continued, holding both of your hands in one of his and using the other to pull your face towards him. “Look, I need to know that you’re going to tell me if something hurts or is too much or you don’t like it or don’t want to do that or if you just want to stop completely, ok? We don’t know each other yet, so I might not be able to tell from your body or judge your mood or your face right; you have to tell me. You’ve put a lot of trust in me by coming here but it goes both ways and I have to be able to trust you, too.”

Hot tears of shame burnt in your eyes; you couldn’t bear to look at him and see his kind smile look back at you. You felt like you might disintegrate.

“Why are you being so nice?” you asked, your voice wavering.

“Ok, see, now if we knew each other a little better, I’d probably make a joke about being nice because we’ve come this far and I still haven’t got my dick wet, but we don’t know each other so I wouldn’t want to say that to you because I wouldn’t want you to believe it. This isn’t special treatment, y/n; this is just how everyone should treat everyone. Why shouldn’t I be nice to you?”

He let the silence linger, waiting for you to answer. You didn’t know how to.

“If I let your hands go, are you still going to try to hide your pretty face?”

You shook your head. He wrapped you in his arms and kissed the top of your head.

“Tell me what you want.”

You couldn’t answer.

“What do you want to do?”

Mute with embarrassment, you felt paralysed. Every option felt more excruciating than the last. You didn’t know how the night could possibly recover but a stone-cold lump of dread sat in your stomach at the thought of having to put your dress back on and go home.

“Do you want to go home?”

You shook your head.

“Do you want to have sex?”

You looked up at him, trying to say yes without having to physically say it.

“Use your words,” he whispered.

“Yes.” Your voice was quiet and hoarse.

“Ok then.”

He kissed your cheek and gently pushed your knees away from your chest, lying you down against the pillows. He lightly trailed a hand up and down your torso and you felt the flutters return.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine and you felt heat pool again in your core but you still couldn’t answer. You didn’t know what to say.

“I- I, want,” you stammered. You were overwhelmed; still embarrassed, still turned on. You felt so exposed, you didn’t know how to uncover yourself further. He held his hand on your waist and brought his face to yours. You wondered where he got his patience; he couldn’t be enjoying any of this. You didn’t think you were worth the effort.

“How about this: I’m going to tell you what I want to do and you’re going to tell me if you want that or not. Yes or no. How does that sound?”

“Yes,” you whispered and his eyes sparkled as he grinned and nodded.

“I want to kiss you.”

“Yes.”

His lips barely grazed yours before he pulled back.

“Can I use my tongue?”

“Yes.”

He pressed his lips against you and you opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to dance with yours. You moaned and a shudder went through your body, your sensitivity awakening again, swallowing your shame, replacing it with desire. He tasted like something sweet and fruity; his tongue was soft against yours, slow, almost languid. You broke the kiss and swallowed hard, your heart thumping hard in your chest. He gave you another light kiss.

“I want to kiss your jaw.”

“Yes.”

“I want to kiss your ear.”

“Yes.”

“Can I bite it?”

“Yes.”

He gently bit down on your earlobe, sucking lightly and you whimpered. Barely moving his mouth from your ear, he continued.

“I want to touch you here.”

You didn’t need to look to feel the heat of his hand over your breast. You arched your back to close the gap between them as you whispered another yes. He brushed a thumb over your tightened nipple and cupped your breast.

“I want to kiss your neck.”

“Yes.”

“And here?”

“Yes.”

“Here?”

“Yes.”

He moved his mouth lower down your chest and as he breathed over your other nipple, you pre-empted him.

“Yes, yes,” you panted. “Yes.”

He swirled the hard bud with his tongue and gently took it between his teeth.

“Yes, yes.”

You rocked your hips, screaming silently for friction. Your walls clenched desperately around nothing and you thought of the size of him again and moaned.

“I want to spread your legs,” he said, his voice low, almost gruff.

“Yes.”

You opened your legs and he moved between them, looking at your dripping cunt with dark, intense eyes. He gripped your legs just above your knees and bit his lip. He slowly closed his eyes for a second and breathed out slowly. He was rock hard again; you could see pre-cum leaking from his tip and your pussy throbbed hard.

“I want to kiss your thighs.”

“Yes.”

He kissed your thighs and licked at the soft skin and sucked lightly and you fidgeted beneath him. He was so close and you needed him to touch you. You were so hot and so wet and you didn’t think you could wait much longer.

You whined as he kissed your hip at the crease where it met your leg, and your stomach and your mound.

“Please,” you breathed, so quietly you weren’t sure he even heard you.

“I want to taste you.”

You moaned, uttering your yes with a deep shudder, waiting for his mouth on your clit or through your folds. But he moved his head away and you looked up to see him kneel up between your legs. He winked at you and pressed two fingers to the entrance of your cunt. You keened, your quim quivering. He removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth, keeping his eyes on you as he licked your juices from them.

With his hands on your thighs again, he looked at you and then at the mess you were making between your legs.

“Hoseok,” you whined. “Please.”

He grinned.

“Sounds like someone knows what she wants.”

You growled in frustration and he smirked.

“Tell me what you want, darling.”

You had no capacity for thinking about what might be sexy anymore; you could barely think at all under the desperation of your desire. You gathered all your strength and cried.

“I want you to just fucking eat me out already!”

His eyes sparkled with amusement but he didn’t laugh.

“With pleasure.”

He hooked his arms under your thighs and licked through your folds.

“Fuck,” you both said simultaneously, him quietly whispered against your lips and you loud, moaning as you felt the knot inside you tighten.

“I want every drop of you,” he muttered, before pressing his tongue inside you. He brought a hand up to press his thumb into your clit, moving in leisurely circles. You couldn’t speak; you reached a hand down to grab at his hair and his eyes flicked to you. He brought his tongue up and sealed his lips around your clit, eyes never leaving yours. He sucked hard, rubbing the soft, wet pad of his tongue over you. Your eyes rolled back and your hips bucked. You could barely breathe and then he slipped two fingers inside you. You gasped as he continued to suck at your pulsing clit while his fingers rocked inside you, pressing hard against your front wall. You knew it was close and you wouldn’t last much longer, the tension in your core sending sparks right to the tips of your toes.

A strangled cry escaped your lips as he suddenly flicked the tip of his tongue up and back over your clit. Then he did it again and again and you cried out loud, no longer self-conscious, and came hard. You felt like your whole body was cracking open; the pleasure rushed through you and your cunt squeezed hard against his fingers, gushing around them. He kept his mouth against you until you pulled his hair roughly, squirming up the bed away from him. He left a trail of sloppy kisses across your stomach and breasts and when he kissed you, you could taste yourself on him.

“See?” He was breathing heavily now, his pupils black and eyes glazed. “Isn’t it fun to ask for what you want?”

You pushed him back, two hands against his chest, until he was kneeling again and you knelt in front of him. He had his cock in his hand, pumping slowly, not taking his eyes off you. You reached out and covered your hand with his.

“I want to do that,” you whispered and he removed his hand. He was hot and hard and his eyes fluttered closed as you pressed against the underside of his tip, rubbing lightly with your thumb. You leant down, breath ghosting over him and looked up at him through your lashes.

“I want to taste you,” you told him, your lips barely grazing him as you spoke. He breathed hard through his nose and nodded at you. Opening your mouth, you placed the head of his cock against your tongue and he groaned. You swiped across the head, licking up his pre-cum, and then you closed your mouth around him. You moved slowly, not knowing how much of him you’d be able to take, your hand following your mouth as you took him further and further in. He moaned with a shudder when he hit the back of your throat and you breathed carefully through your nose, tipping your head to open yourself up. Tears sprung in your eyes and your nails dug into his hips as you pushed yourself further down his shaft. You moved carefully up and down, watching Hoseok’s face as he watched you; his eyes were half-closed, his mouth slack, breath starting to come in ragged gasps.

He moaned loudly when you hummed.

“Fuck, y/n.” He stuttered, trying to say more and unable to catch his breath. He gripped your hair and you paused. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come right down your pretty little throat.” His voice was strained and low. You moved backwards, taking him out of your mouth, wrapping your hand around him.

“Do you want to do that?”

Time slowed for a moment as he looked at you with those hungry eyes. Then, all of a sudden, you were high on your knees, his hands tight in your hair, his face close to yours.

“I want to fuck you,” he growled. “I want to fuck you so hard you can’t walk for a week.”

Breathing heavily, he waited for your yes before he retrieved another condom from the bedside table. He sat back and lifted you into his lap.

“Remember what we talked about?” he asked. You kissed him and took his bottom lip in your teeth.

“I remember,” you whispered back to him and you kissed him again, pushing your tongue into his mouth and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He held himself at your entrance and you slowly lowered yourself onto him. The stretch was greater than you’d expected and you gasped. Hoseok kept his eyes glued to yours, his hands on your hips. Your cunt was fluttering as you sank down, slowly, his not inconsiderable girth pushing back against it, enabling you to feel the minute contours of his shaft. Your nails dug into his shoulders and you bit your lip, the feeling of complete fullness travelling through your thighs and up into your body.

“Hoseok,” you whispered.

“It’s ok,” he whispered back. “Take it easy. You want to stop?”

You shook your head and sat fully down on his hard shaft. He moaned and squeezed your hips hard.

“No, I don’t want to stop,” you said.

You moved, rocking your hips, slowly to start with, still getting used to the feeling of all of him inside you. He groaned against your shoulder and you felt his hands guide your hips, pushing and pulling against him. Your walls didn’t have space to clench around him, spasming lightly as he tapped his thumb against your clit. He pressed harder and your legs twitched.

“If you do that,” you whimpered, “If you do that, my legs are going to give out completely.”

He didn’t stop but moved his thumb faster and brought his mouth to your chest, taking your nipple in his mouth and just grazing it with his teeth. You shivered and breathed his name. He took your clit between his thumb and forefinger and rolled, sending a contracting wave of pleasure through your body. He put his mouth to your neck and then your jaw and then your ear.

“Come for me, sweet thing,” he said, his voice deep and low, sending a thrill down your spine. Your clit still under his fingers, he circled his hips and as he moved inside you, and an image, unbidden, flashed in your mind. Namjoon’s stomach, that strip of golden skin beneath his T-shirt, the dark trail of hair. The tight band that had been holding you together snapped and you cried out, your cunt clenching hard against Hoseok’s cock, your legs wobbling. He hissed and moaned as you squeezed him tight, gushing and fluttering around him.

You leant against him, your limbs feeling like static on a TV screen. He rubbed your back and kissed your head as your breath came in gasps, not sure how to process what just happened. You had finally managed to forget about Namjoon and then there he was, again, in your head. A spark of rage ignited in your belly. You did not want Namjoon. You wanted Hoseok. You wanted Hoseok to fuck you. You wanted him to fuck Namjoon right out of your head. How dare he intrude here? The anger electrified you, a surge of furious energy flowing through you.

“Are you ok?” Hoseok asked, his voice soft and gentle.

You nodded.

“I want you to fuck me,” you told him, panting. His eyebrows raised and he paused. You told him again. He nodded and pushed you on to your back, pressing your body into the bed, his eyes almost black, boring into yours.

“Fuck me,” you told him for a third time, grasping his arms with your nails. He grinned and pushed into you again.

“Fuck, oh god,” he moaned, bottoming out inside you.

“Faster.”

He moaned, his hips snapping against you. You lifted a leg, wrapping it across his back, allowing him even deeper and he rewarded you by biting down hard on your shoulder.

“Y/n. Fuck, you feel so good.”

You put your lips to his ear.

“Told you I could take it.”

He shuddered and groaned and moved his hips faster still. You could still see Namjoon in your head: his long fingers, his thick thighs, his hair in the morning, perfectly dishevelled. You could hear his voice: deep and low, vibrating in his chest. You wanted him out.

You tried to focus on Hoseok, moving in and out of you, harder and faster as he came nearer and nearer his climax. You flicked his earlobe with your tongue and took it between your teeth. You whispered his name in his ear and felt his cock twitch inside you. You lifted your other leg across his back and tilted your hips. He moaned long and low and you clenched your walls as hard as you could. Swearing profusely, he fixed you with his black eyes and came, thrusting hard, milking his orgasm before crashing against you.

You looked up at the ceiling and still had Namjoon in the back of your mind. As Hoseok slipped himself out of you, you were overcome with an intense emptiness. You bit back tears as he discarded the used condom in the bin and left the room. Trying to catch your breath, you put your hand on your chest and felt your heart hammering. You couldn’t stand, you could barely even move so you lay there, alone for what felt like forever, trying not to cry. Hoseok re-entered the room, grabbed a few things from a drawer, put on a clean pair of boxers and came over to kneel between your legs. He wiped them with a warm, wet cloth and, when you twitched and squirmed as he cleaned your cunt, he moved even slower, even more carefully, his touch feather light. He kissed your hip and noticed your stillness. He crawled up to you and stroked your cheek.

“Are you ok?” Real concern etched over his face.

You nodded and swallowed.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“Was it too much? Did you want me to stop?”

You gave an emphatic no but didn’t know how to explain what you felt. You weren’t even sure you knew yourself to begin with. Hoseok left the room again and returned with a glass of water. You took it with a trembling hand and gulped, suddenly thirsty.

“You have to tell me if you’re not ok, if that wasn’t ok,” Hoseok told you, his gaze level.

“It was ok. It was good. It was… a lot. Intense. I-… It’s been a while.” Not a lie but not the whole truth.

“Here.” Hoseok picked up the T-shirt he had picked out for you and slipped it over your head, guiding your arms in and smoothing your hair. He sat back against the headboard and pulled a pillow into his lap before laying your head down there. He stroked your hair and his gentleness with you made you want to cry more.

You ran over the night in your head and felt awful about almost all of it. You knew you had to apologise to Lina but you didn’t know how she would take it. This had never happened before and you were so out of line, so in the wrong; you didn’t know how to walk that back. You thought, reluctantly, about Namjoon and then about Hoseok. A man you hadn’t even met when you had left the house that evening had shown you such care, such attention, such respect that it sharpened your feelings against Namjoon who had never shown the slightest inclination to caring about you. Hoseok had asked you what you wanted and when you didn’t know, helped you find it. Once you found it, he let you have it. If a stranger could be that good to you, why couldn’t Namjoon? Then you wondered why it mattered so much to you. Why did you need Namjoon to be good to you? Why did you need him to be anything to you, other than the guy who sleeps in the room next to yours? You wondered if you really had fabricated this whole hateful ‘relationship’ with him; did he even know how you felt? Did he even notice you at all? The thought made you angry and then you realised Lina might have been right. Your stomach lurched and you thought you might hurl. You didn’t have the capacity to think about this right now, to investigate your feelings and clear the tangled mess in your heart.

You tried to bring yourself back to the present, Hoseok’s thigh between your hands, his hands in your hair, the quiet sounds of you breathing in the silence. You pushed yourself into a sitting position.

“Thank you,” you said.

“For something specific or-?”

“For tonight, for everything. I… I really… I think I really needed that.”

He grinned at you.

“Sure, any time.”

You stared hard at him and he just looked back.

“You don’t ever look away, do you?” you asked him.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you know how much you’ve looked at me tonight, I mean, like at me, into my eyes?”

He shrugged.

“Is that bad?”

“No!” God, you suddenly realised that no one had looked at you like that and actually seen you for a long time. You remembered Namjoon’s piercing gaze and how it felt like he was looking into you, but he never saw you. “You’re good at getting what you want, aren’t you?”

Hoseok looked thoughtful for a moment and shrugged again.

“If you don’t ask, you don’t get.”

You leant over and kissed him firmly on the lips.

“Can I stay here tonight?” you asked him.

“I mean, yeah, I pretty much assumed you would; you’re literally wearing my clothes already so…”

You looked down at the T-shirt he had put on you and grinned.

When you fell asleep, the world rocking like a ship on the waves as soon as you put your head to the pillow, Hoseok held you close to his chest, and you were grateful to him for grounding you. Despite the spinning world, everything suddenly felt clear. You just hoped it remained that way in the cold light of day.

Chapter One | Masterlist | Chapter Three

#namjoon x reader #namjoon fic #namjoon #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fic #mmm repost

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souji-upseta · 8 months ago

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CW: animal harm, eating disorder, alcohol mentiom

yeah so i've been alternating between manic fervor, catatonia, binge eating, and jake english-ing my sorrows with the odd screw-top bottle of gas station wine mixed with electrolyte powder.

wait, no, that's not jake english-ing my sorrows. jake wouldn't be smart enough to mix it with electrolyte powder and he'd do that while drinking enough to supply an entire ill-advised indoor shooting range with a whole day's worth of practice targets [homestuck digression in f major, op. 69]

i've been kind of a wreck, is what im saying, lol.

this is bc one of my runner ducks was mauled on our property by an offleash domestic dog whi'd broken inside of their enclosure and my mental health skillset has proven ineffecient for this kind of trauma and emergency.

her condition is still very touch and go and her surgery if even possible will be extremely risky, expensive. like "her surgery where the anesthesia might just kill her anyway, or finishing your degree, pick one" expensive.

her name is splitzø, and it's pronounced like the word "split", the z and ø are silent. keep her in your thoughts, light a candle for her.

hell, light one up for me, too. not a candle tho, light up a fuckin fat blunt for me

or just light me a candle. or don't. just send good vibes to us, it helps a lot. ♡ i'm way more concerned abt her to the point where even tho it's not rly my thing to do, i probably can't go wrong stating on a public platform (affirmations are p powerful sometimes damn) that i need to prioritize myself in order to be able to give her care and that i need help too. i haven't even called my dr. about my colitis flare-up (i have colitis too it turns out, btw) gdi

she needs a lot more help than i do tho. i can't even imagine how much pain she's in. she doesn't seem to be outright suffering and she's been acting like herself (hard to tell w prey animals tho) and i hope she pulls through. it IS an injury that's possible to recover from.

i hope so. i raised her from since she was a day old little black goth fluffball of a duckling.

i don't have a gofundme or anything, i'm working on it, as well as emergency sales, and y'know getting a fucking job since my dumb ass quut mine at the worst time—

but, since she isn't exactly a relative of scrooge mcduck and my supportive family can only do so much, if anyone wants to donate towards her vet costs i'm not gonna say no, feel free to DM me.

and go tell your pets you love them and cherish them when u get a chance. 🖤

here's a photo i took a couple minutes after the attack. which it is AMAZING that she survived and that i intercepted it in time. it's amazing she only has injuries that are possible if uncommon to recover from. rn she looks exactly like she did before the attack (google "black runner duck". I promise they're a duck breed and not a variety of bowling pin)

she's doing amazing, all things considered. while she needs to be immobilized as much as possible inside her hospital cage in order for her to heal, she can hobble around, she's eating, drinking, bein a duck, still her sassy lil self. she's unfortunately a little terrified of me now bc i'm the bad guy who forces her to take her expensive prescription meds 😔

413 tomorrow and i probably can't celebrate with ya'll bc everything is Fuck but. im with u in spirit and ily. 💖

#phoenyx chirps #cw: animal harm

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jjungkookislife · 3 years ago

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Tidal Wave

ღ pairing: car wash!jk x gas station cashier!reader, jk x ex-fwb

ღ genre: coworkers to friends to lovers, smut 18+

ღ summary: Working at the gas station beside the car wash has its perks: half off snacks, a perfect view of the car wash employees who are sin incarnate, and most importantly, Jeon Jungkook.

ღ wc: 12k

ღ warnings: cursing, tattooed!koo, mention of “bad” tattoos (this isn’t to offend anyone if you have these, it’s just jk’s opinion of them now that he’s older), purple!koo, pierced!koo, jealousy (oc lies about jk being married), mention of nervousness, jk’s ex makes a scene at his job, jk shows oc how to wash a car properly which leads to (accidental and not) rubbing, see through wet shirts, making out (semi-public) on a car, marking (hickeys, biting, scratching), hair pulling, soft!jk but also confident!jk, showering together and making out, nipple play, pet names, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), fingering (f. receiving), cock slapping, some manhandling, spanking, choking, mention of f. masturbation and vibrator use, bondage mention, shower sex, sex at a workplace, unprotected sex, creampie

ღ date: July 13, 2021

ღ a/n: names after the chase atlantic song not the car wash chain. this was supposed to be 3k but if you’ve followed me for a while you know 1) i don’t now how to shut up and 2) pwp isn’t my forte! I hope you all enjoy and lemme know what you think here or commenting and reblogging. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you love car wash!jk as much as I do!

ღ thank you to @cherryjungkookie and @dntaewithluv for beta-ing for me and listening to me doubt myself and then fangirl over car wash!jk <3

Jungkook took his summer job very seriously. After all, it was his best friend, Taehyung, that had landed him the gig in the first place. Jungkook was desperate for some source of income, wanting to save up to pay for his schooling in just a few months. Plus, some spending money wouldn’t hurt. Other than the blistering heat and his clothes constantly getting soaked, Jungkook genuinely enjoyed his job. Okay, maybe the pruned fingers annoyed him as well, but that was hard to avoid when he spent his day washing cars.

On the flip side, the car wash he worked at was attached to a gas station that sold his favorite Icee, Vanilla Coke. He’d pop in at least once a day for an Icee and to enjoy the blasting cold air from the AC. Usually, his manager, Yoongi, would already be inside chatting up the pretty cashier. Jungkook didn’t know her name, but he knew she was beautiful with the most radiant smile he’d ever seen. It made his heart flutter in his chest.

Today, Jungkook lingered in the store, sitting on one chair at a table that overlooked the car wash. Unlike other gas stations, this one had giant glass pane walls that were thick and very solid. From his spot, Jungkook could see Taehyung washing one of the last cars of the day.

“Oh,” Jungkook sighed happily as he sipped on his sweet treat. Sweat beaded on his forehead, slicking his purple locks to his skin. He pushed it back, mindful of his eyebrow piercing, and went for another sip of his icee.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work, Trunks?” Yoongi approached him, sipping on his drink. Jungkook can’t tell if it’s cotton candy or blue vanilla, but by the look of disgust on Yoongi’s face, he knows it’s not what he wanted.

“It’s not even the same shade,” Jungkook grumbles, rolling his eyes. “Besides, I’m on my state-mandated break, so fuck off.”

Yoongi throws his head back and laughs at the younger man, “take as long as you want you little brat. Have Tae close up, I’m going home.”

Jungkook dismisses Yoongi with a wave. Great, now he had to help close up.

A heavy exhale escapes him as he clenches his fist. The tattoos on his knuckles become more prominent. On his right hand, his knuckles read FUCK, and on the left, it read LOVE. He’d been a dumb overeager eighteen-year-old with a lick of freedom and a splash of idiocy when he’d gotten those tattoos. However, those bad tattoos didn’t keep him away from the shops, adding more and more intricate pieces of art to his skin.

Despite the word tattooed on his knuckles, Jungkook didn’t do love. He’d been soured of the notion by a few relationships that went south in his younger years, but now that he was older, he was considering opening himself (and his heart) to the opportunity. Nobody had captured his attention… nobody but you.

Days later, you found yourself at work. Your horrid work shirt clung to your body as sweat beads on every inch. It was the hottest day of the summer (thus far) and even with the AC working overtime; the heat had you clasped in its claws, unwilling to surrender you to the breeze.

The only thing keeping you conscious was the delicious view you had through the glass panes facing the car wash attached to the building. You’re not sure what the requirements for the job were, but you’d gladly kiss the feet of the hiring manager for hiring such a beautiful, delectable staff.

“You know you don’t get paid for having wet dreams at the register, right?” Yoongi smirks as he places his snacks on the counter. You peel your eyes off the men washing a black sedan, a scowl on your lips.

“Do they pay you to be obnoxious?” You retort, popping your pink bubblegum.

“Actually, they do. I get paid to keep everyone on their toes,” Yoongi smiles cheekily. With a roll of your eyes, you scan his items, bagging them as he inserts his card into the reader.

“Not in here, you don’t. Your total is eight dollars and sixty-seven cents.”

“All I’m saying is,” Yoongi smirks, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Your crush on Trunks is pretty obvious.” Yoongi removes his card from the reader, saluting you with two fingers before collecting his bag of goodies and heading out the door.

“So annoying,” you mutter, ripping the receipt out of the printer to toss in the trash. Your eyes roam to the wall, the giant clock ticking slowly. You still had five hours until the end of your shift and only one more to ogle Jungkook.

Speaking of Jungkook, he was currently hosing himself down with the water hose. His head tilted back, his thick neck exposed as he peeled his wet shirt off his chest. Jungkook is unaware of your gaze, focused on relieving the heat that beat down on him, despite the sun beginning to set. He was more than ready to call it a day, take a long, hot shower, and head home.

A bashful smile appears on your lips when he turns, his eyes locking on yours. He waves, grinning brightly before shutting the hose off. He’s soaking wet, his white t-shirt clinging to his torso, contorting to the ridges of his abs. Jungkook was sin incarnate and didn’t know it. If only you could talk to him past “hello, how are you?” and “your total is.”

“Wow! How is it fair that he just looks like that?” Your coworker, Mayra says with a dreamy expression. “And not only him, everyone who works there is sex on legs.”

“Mayra,” you giggle, shaking your head.

“Am I lying? Look at Tae, you think he rolls up his sleeves because it’s hot? No, he’s showing off just like Jungkook is right now. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Jungkook was showing off for you. Quick, he’s looking over!” Mayra turns to stock the cigarettes behind the counter, unable to handle Jungkook and Taehyung’s gaze. But unfortunately for you, you can’t help but look when you’re told not to.

Jungkook smiles, waving at you enthusiastically.

Did he have to be so gorgeous?

“What’s her name?” Jungkook asks his friend after noting how flustered you’ve gotten when he waved at you.

“Hmm?” Taehyung slowly turns his head to face Jungkook, unable to keep his gaze off his crush for too long. “Which one?”

“Obviously not the one you’re drooling about,” Jungkook teases, spraying Taehyung with the hose.

“Fuck you,” he laughs, covering his face with his hands. Jungkook sprays Taehyung a bit more before shutting the hose off. “Mayra is stocking cigarettes and Y/n is the cashier.”

Jungkook repeats your name, testing it out and committing it to memory. He gives you one more glance, ignoring the excitement that bubbles in his abdomen.

“Is she seeing anyone?” Jungkook hopes he’s coming off as nonchalant, but Taehyung knows better, which is why he bursts out laughing.

With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook sprays Taehyung again with the hose. “Stop!”

“Last I heard, she wasn’t seeing anyone,” Taehyung shrugs. “You’ve got a crush on her or something?”

Jungkook blushes, “she’s cute or whatever.”

Taehyung grins, “you like her.”

At that, Jungkook shakes his head. “I don’t even know her.”

“You know her name, isn’t that enough?”

“You’re a dog, Kim Taehyung!” Jungkook sprays him again, chuckling when Taehyung tries to run away.

They’re both unaware of you and Mayra giggling at their antics from inside the store. Sometimes they forgot about the glass walls.

An hour later, after an after-work rush, you’re finally able to catch a break. You lean against the counter, eyes wandering over to the car wash. Yoongi’s long gone, having popped in for an Icee before heading home. He was still trying to find a flavor he enjoyed, but so far all of them had been a bust. Not that you cared.

Besides, you loved Yoongi but sometimes his spitfire tongue could get on your nerves. He was good in small doses… when he wasn’t teasing you about Trunks… er, Jungkook. You weren’t going to let Yoongi’s teasing sour your mood though, not when Jungkook was on shift looking like the envy of all gods.

From your spot, you could see Taehyung, Jungkook, and their redhead friend, Jimin, getting ready to close up. They’d be heading to the employee entrance at the opposite end of the store. A hidden hallway for employees only, that housed the bathrooms and private showers. Although, it was only ever the car wash employees that used them. You didn’t blame them. After being soaked in suds and water all day, you’d love a shower and some dry clothes before heading home. The last thing you’d want is to soak your cloth car seats after every shift. Your nose scrunched in disgust, gross.

Unfortunately, private showers and bathrooms meant more cleaning for you and the store’s staff. You didn’t mind though, everyone you worked with took turns cleaning them. Today, Mayra had made sure to do it before she took her break, and now she was sucking on a straw, eyes glued to Taehyung as he ripped his shirt off, twirling it and then whipping Jungkook with it. Their laughter was loud. You could hear it as Jimin pushed the door open. Smiling politely, you keep your gaze on Jungkook, who’s now taken his shirt off.

Oh, holy heaven on earth.

“Earth to Y/n,” Jimin waves his hand in front of you, but you’re too far gone at this point to notice him as Jungkook grabs Taehyung by the waist, throwing him over his shoulder and smacking the back of his thighs. His tattoos immediately garner your attention, your mouth watering as you imagine tracing each of his designs with your tongue. Heat flashes through you, thighs pressing together as you spot a new addition, but the ink disappears into the waistband of his shorts, and you wonder what it could possibly be.

“Don’t bother, Jimin. Jungkook’s naked,” Mayra calls from her spot. It grabs your attention, your head whipping in her direction. A protest sits heavy on your tongue but fizzles when Jungkook opens the door of the hallway, Taehyung no longer on his shoulder.

“Hey girls,” he greets you with a wave. Are you melting? Is that what’s happening right now? Or has your drool flooded the store? Or worse, is it your arousal?

Jimin chuckles, his cheeks pink. Were you always so cute?

“Jimin,” Jungkook calls out. “Can you grab us a set of towels?”

“Sure thing.” Jimin nods. He looks at you, raising a brow and biting his lower lip before asking you for three sets of towels. You nod, swallowing thickly, hoping it hadn’t been too obvious that you were ogling his friend. His airy laugh tells you otherwise as Mayra strides up to the both of you. How she could keep her calm in front of all of them was a mystery to you, but you figured she’d be used to them seeing as she had worked here longer.

“Here you go,” you murmur, handing Jimin the three sets of towels. He thanks you, his fingers purposely brushing yours. He turns on his heel, but not before sending you a wink that has your insides melting into puddles. Your knees buckle. Fuck him.

Mayra waits until they’ve all disappeared behind the door before shaking her head. “I’m never quitting this job. Those three are enough to keep me working here. Hell, I’d work here for free just to be on a shift with them.”

A scoff leaves your lips. “Come on, we’ve got shit to do before you clock out.” Mayra shrugs, finishing her drink so she can help you.

Fifteen minutes later, Mayra is clocking out. Shockingly enough, Tae is walking through the employee entrance at the same time. By now the sun’s long gone, the darkness of night taking over the sky.

“Hey Tae.” she smiles flirtatiously. Taehyung returns it, eyeing her up and down, an action that has your friend giggling.

“Hey, Mayra. Getting off?” He smirks, licking his lips.

“Yeah, just now. Will you walk me to my car?” She asks sweetly. Taehyung can’t resist the cuteness of her smile, so he nods. Mayra waves at you, winking as she loops her arm through Taehyung’s, asking him about his day as they head for the door. You watch them go, shaking your head as Tae opens the door for her to lead her outside. She made it look so easy.

Jimin runs out next, shouting. “Bye, Y/n! Have a goodnight!”

You barely register it before he’s gone out the door and peeling out of the parking lot. What rush is he in?

Rolling out next, looking like a runway model, is Jungkook. His hair is still damp, some falling over his eyes, but it makes him look even hotter.

“Hey,” he greets you, his smile makes your heart flip. He takes a moment to look around. “Did Mayra leave?”

“Yeah, I’m closing tonight,” you inform him, shrugging.

Jungkook’s tongue pokes his cheek, contemplating something. “What time are you off?”

“Midnight. Mayra cleaned everything, and it should be incredibly slow until close.”

“Hmm,” he nods, walking over to the Icee machine to grab a drink. He comes over to pay for it, which is when you see the tattoos on his knuckles.

“Fuck love, huh?” you ask with a smirk, meeting his eyes. Jungkook blushes, wishing he’d taken the time to dry his hair so he could hide behind it. He clears his throat. “I was young and dumb.”

“Gotcha,” you smile, telling him his total. He takes his wallet out of his pants pocket, taking out two bills to hand to you. When his fingers brush yours, his blush deepens. Why were you making him blush? You weren’t doing anything. “Still feel like that?”

Jungkook is thrown by your question as you hand him his change. A tiny smile tugs at his lips, “no, not anymore. Thank you, Y/n.”

You wait until he’s in the parking lot to squeal.

He knows your name.

“Come on, come on, come on,” you urge the clock on your register to hit midnight. You’d have a few seconds to lock the door and change the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’ after clocking out. It blew your mind that you had to wait until the clock struck midnight to clock out, wishing you could leave even five minutes til, especially since you had no customers for the past forty minutes.

Tick.

“Finally!” you exclaim, shutting down the register and clocking out. You grab your purse from under the register, giving the store one last glance before heading to the door. You flip the sign, smiling as you push the door open to leave.

“Hi,” you bump into Jungkook, his hands reaching out to steady you.

“Hey, what are you doing here so late?” you ask as you lock up the store, shoving the key into your purse.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, eyes widening when he realizes his statement could be misinterpreted. He panics, “I meant like closing by yourself. It didn’t sit well with me. Can I walk you to your car?”

You take him up on his offer, smiling demurely as he walks you to the end of the small lot. His car is parked beside yours, but he lingers by your side.

“Thanks for walking me to my car,” you say, ignoring the way your heart is thundering in your chest. You shift your weight from foot to foot, wishing you could stay longer, to think of something to say. A shy smile graces your lips as you tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear, finding your shoes incredibly interesting. Anything to avoid making eye contact. When your gaze finally meets his, a warmth settles over you. You quite like it.

“Don’t mention it.” Jungkook smiles warmly, his hands growing clammy at his sides before he’s shoving them in his pockets. “Get home safe, Y/n.”

You nod, thanking him one more time before you get into your car. You lower your window. “Have a good night, Jungkook.”

Jungkook blushes, “you too.”

You tell yourself it’s just your imagination when your heart somersaults in your chest. There was no way Jungkook was such a sweetheart. There had to be some sort of catch.

You don’t know if it was the heat or the festival at the park nearby that had your store crowded with people, but you were damn tired of it. You’d been ringing up people nonstop for who knows how long. All three registers were up and running, lines from one end of the store to the other. Most of your sales were either fountain drinks or icees and if you had to look at another icee, your head would pop off!

“That’s the last one,” Mayra sighs, wiping the sweat from her brows. “I’m exhausted.”

“So am I,” you groan, stretching. “Oh, here come some more.”

Mayra plasters on her customer service smile, despite being hollow inside. The both of you hadn’t even had a chance to check out Tae and Jungkook while you’d been slammed. You needed a little break to see them working hard and hopefully shirtless.

The customers who come in are all around your age; a group of women complaining about the heat whilst grabbing drinks. They come up to your register, looking over their shoulder to get a perfect view of Jungkook’s ass in his denim overalls that cling to his thick thighs.

“Are you hiring? Because I’d work here just to stare at him all day,” the woman says with a chuckle. Her friends nod in agreement.

“We’re not hiring,” you respond quickly. “And he’s married.”

Mayra raises a brow but remains silent.

“That’s too bad,” the woman shrugs, paying for her items and heading on her way.

“He’s married?” Mayra shakes with laughter. “You’re trying to keep him to yourself?”

“I honestly don’t know where that came from. What if that was his soulmate, and I fucked it up?”

“I don’t think that was his soulmate and even if it was, if they’re fated to be together, your little lie won’t do any harm.” Mayra shrugs. “Oh, they’re coming over!”

Mayra looks at herself in the security camera, fixing her disheveled short hair and turning to swipe her lip gloss off the counter to put some on just as Taehyung and Jungkook walk through the door.

“Hey,” Taehyung greets, approaching the register as Jungkook heads to the Icee machines. You greet Taehyung. Not that he notices when Mayra’s leaning on the counter, immediately flirting with him.

You give them some space, deciding you’d rather restock the styrofoam cups than watch your friend make heart-eyes at her crush. You didn’t need to be a witness to their eye fucking.

“Working late again?” Jungkook asks as he fills his cup, grabbing a red straw from the dispenser.

“Unfortunately,” you sigh heavily as you stock some of the cups. “It’s not so bad, it’s just incredibly boring. Nobody even comes in after ten-thirty.”

“Would it be okay if I stopped by to walk you to your car again?” Jungkook asks nervously, hoping he’s not putting you in a tough spot.

“I’d like that. It’d definitely make me feel safer.” you grin, thanking him before Mayra is calling you back to the register so she can take her break with Taehyung.

“Gotta go,” you smile. “I’ll see you later, Kook.”

Jungkook grins at the nickname, “yeah, I’ll see you later.”

It’s that easy for Jungkook to get into a routine of stopping by to walk you to your car when you close. Days turn into weeks, and soon he’s showing up even earlier to hang out as you’re closing.

He offers to help do your nightly duties, but you shut him down, not wanting him to work when he’s already doing you a huge favor by keeping you company. You find it easy to talk to him, but you still feel nervous when he looks at you. Part of you wonders if he’s doing it flirtatiously, but you never think too much of it, not when your friendship was still budding.

The nights in which Jungkook is around are the best by far. Your shifts fly by talking to him and getting to know him. It’s simple stuff at first; his favorite color (purple), his favorite movie, (he claimed it was The Matrix, but you soon coaxed him into telling you the truth—it’s Shrek 2), and his favorite Icee flavor (Vanilla Coke but not because of the taste).

Before you know it, he’s telling you anecdotes of his life, delving into his past as you get to know him. Previously, you would have guessed Vanilla Coke was his favorite because that’s what he got daily when he was working. However, it turns out, it’s his favorite because it was the flavor he got as a child when his older brother would take him to a convenience store every day in the summer until he went away for college. Now his brother lived across the country and all Jungkook had were Vanilla Coke Icees.

Jungkook doesn’t like to talk about his older brother much, but he loves to chat about his parents, his dog, and, of course, Taehyung. He’s studying to get a degree in Criminal Justice, hoping to be a detective someday… at least that’s the plan. He says going to university may change that.

Jungkook’s tattoos are another story. Most he designed himself, some he got on a whim, and some were off flash sheets during holidays such as Halloween and Valentine’s Day. Those tattoos are tiny, blend in well with his more detailed pieces. Jungkook himself was a work of art, and he didn’t realize he was. He was a beauty, a sweetheart, and it was hard not to fall head over heels for him. In fact, it was too late.

It takes a few more days for you to realize Jungkook has stopped buying Vanilla Coke Icees and has switched to your favorite flavor, which happens to be cherry—a classic. Perhaps your attraction isn’t one-sided after all...

“Hey!” Jungkook greets you as he comes out of the employee lounge. You’re just finishing up the last of your tasks before clocking out. “Heading home?”

“Yes!” you exclaim enthusiastically. “I get off early tonight for once.”

Jungkook can’t contain the smile that illuminates his face. He’d been trying to gather up the courage to ask you out for weeks, and he’d promised himself (and Taehyung) he’d ask you tonight. Everything seemed to be going in his favor.

“That’s great! There’s something I wanted to ask you.” Jungkook licks his lips, swaying slightly in anxiousness. He looks down at his feet, avoiding the heat of your curious gaze.

“Oh? Sure.”

Jungkook opens his mouth to speak, but is immediately cut off by someone screeching his name from across the store.

“Jeon Jungkook!” His eyes triple in size as Lizbeth, his ex (sort of), comes barreling towards him. Her eyes glaring daggers at him, turning on you with nothing but malice.

“Is this who you dumped me for? Did I mean nothing to you?!”

A heavy sigh escapes him as he apologizes to you before turning to Lizbeth. You wonder if you should leave. Slowly, you slink away out of the store and to your car. You didn’t need to get caught up in that.

Jungkook’s heart sinks when he watches you leave. “Lizbeth, you and I have been over for a long time. Why are you here?”

“I miss you.”

“That’s not a good reason to come to my job and make a scene. We ended things. In fact, you were the one who dumped me. You don’t get to storm up here because you “miss me.” We’re over. We’ve been over. Go home,” Jungkook knows he’s coming off harsh, but what else was he supposed to do?

“Jungkook…” Lizbeth tries to think of something to say but Jungkook shuts her down.

“No, we’re through. Go home.” Lizbeth huffs at his words, stomping her foot as she turns to leave. She spots you getting into your car, a wicked grin appearing on her lips as she gets a diabolical idea involving her large cherry icee. She runs over to you, a scowl on her face.

Jungkook starts following her out, worried about what she might do but he’s too late. He watches in horror as Lizbeth emptied the cherry icee onto the windshield and hood of your car, all while screaming about how you’ve stolen Jungkook away from her. Jungkook watched her storm off, getting into her car and driving away.

This was not how he intended for his night to go.

“Shit. I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Jungkook apologizes, having witnessed his ex-fling dump her large Icee on your windshield and hood of your car. “I’ll wash it for you.”

“Jungkook, it’s okay,” you assure him, but he won’t hear of it. After all, he had been the reason your car was wet, sticky, and red from the cherry Icee. The least he could do was wash your car. It was such a shame this had to happen today, of all days, too. He had somehow managed to get the courage to ask you out. And what happens instead? His ex-friend with benefits drops a drink on your car just because she cut things off, and you two happened to be flirting when she decided she wanted him back.

Jungkook felt terrible about the situation. You didn’t deserve to get caught in the middle, and you bet he was going to be talking to Lizbeth about her actions. They were unacceptable! She’d cut things off at the beginning of summer, so why bother to act out now? To top it all off, it was one of the rare nights in which you didn’t have to stay until midnight to close, and now you were stuck here with a dirty, sticky car. Hell, even your windshield wipers weren’t helping in cleaning the mess, only smearing it more on the glass in a poor effort to clean it. Jungkook felt awful.

“No, it’s not okay. She had no right to do that. Please, let me make it up to you. Let me wash your car, at least.” You can’t resist his pout or his cute doe eyes. With a sigh, you give in.

“Fine, but only if I can help.” Jungkook opens his mouth to protest, but shuts it when you give him a pointed look, accompanied by you crossing your arms over your chest.

“Okay,” he gives in. “Bring your car over. I’ll send Tae home.”

You nod, going to your car to move it over to the car wash area. Jungkook waits for you, holding the hose in one hand. You grin, he looks adorable today. He’s wearing a pair of denim overalls (only one of the clips is done, while the other hangs freely behind his back) over a white long-sleeve shirt, and his purple hair is actually dry for once. However, his eyebrow piercing and most of his tattoos are out of sight.

You look down at your outfit, a pair of denim shorts, and a white top. You’d changed from your work sneakers into some flip-flops, your aching feet thanking you at the time, but now you realize your feet would probably be soaked by the end of the ordeal. Eh, a small price to pay to spend time with Jungkook.

“Stand back.” Jungkook waves you back so he can spray your car down. You watch him soak your car, focusing on your windshield and the hood. The Icee runs down the car, pooling on the gravel before washing away completely. “That’s a start.”

“It already looks good,” you chuckle, giving him a thumbs up.

“The sun will set soon, so we might be washing in the dark,” Jungkook informs you with a sad smile. The car wash wasn’t meant to operate once the sunset, its hours were extended during the summer when the sunset was by 8 p.m. most days. However, it was nearing 8 p.m. and a good wash would take a while.

“That’s fine, Kook. I don’t need it sparkling clean,” you shrug.

Jungkook places a hand over his chest as if wounded. “You expect me not to give it my all?”

“In the dark? When you can’t see? No, I don’t,” you laugh, bumping him with your hip. Jungkook chuckles. “Fair, but you’ll have to let me give you a Jungkook Special some time.”

Your insides are boiling! You’re trying to contain the fluttering of the butterflies in your stomach, but it’s damn near impossible. With a brow raised and a smug smile appearing on your face, you ask, “The Jungkook Special? Sounds dirty.”

Jungkook blushes, laughing. “Could be.”

The wink he gives you has you ascending into the heavens, combusting and spreading amongst the night sky. Was he flirting with you?

“I’m actually speechless,” you laugh. Jungkook grins. His hooded eyes roam over your body before locking on your eyes. He steps toward you, pushing your hair behind your ear and leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Good.”

And just like that, you know you’re doomed.

Jungkook does the majority of the washing, a perfectionist at heart. You don’t mind though; you admire the way his muscles ripple, his soaked clothing sticking to his skin. At one point, he undoes his overalls, allowing both to fall and dangle behind him as he goes. You’re not entirely sure how you’re breathing at this point. Oftentimes, Jungkook catches you checking him out, grinning every time you turn away, frazzled.

He doesn’t mind it, though. He’s actually been checking you out as well, especially once your shirt ends up as soaked and see-through as his own. You don’t seem to notice, or maybe you have and you just don’t care.

“Ah, I don’t wanna be picky,” Jungkook starts, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “But you’re not supposed to do it like that.” He didn’t want to say anything, but the way you were doing it, would leave streaks and nothing pained him more than a car washed incorrectly.

“Show me,” you hand him the rag you had been using to wash your car. Jungkook takes it, trying to read your face, but you don’t look upset at all, just curious.

“Here,” he says, motioning for you to move closer. He stands behind you, handing you the rag as his arms go on either side of you. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his wet body pressed against your back. You look at him over your shoulder, surprised when he’s just a hair’s breadth away. Your eyes flit to his lips, and back again. He holds your gaze, eyes dark and filled with something you can’t decipher. Your attention is drawn to his pink lips, his tongue peeking between them to run along his bottom lip. You could devour him whole, given the chance.

“Show me,” you whisper huskily. Jungkook nods stiffly, placing your hand on top of the rag before placing his hand on top of yours to guide you. He leans over you, his purple hair falling over your shoulder, his breath ghosting your skin. You bend further, with the excuse of reaching a different area, but Jungkook grunts in response as your ass presses against him. “Sorry.”

Jungkook scoffs, chuckling. “Sure.”

You can’t help the smile that lights up your face. Who were you? Had Mayra taken over your body to make you this brazen? You weren’t sure, but you weren’t going to knock it as you continued feigning innocence as you washed your hood with Jungkook’s guidance. His other hand gripped your hip lightly as he directed you to another spot. The more you cleaned, the more you bent at the waist, rubbing against him. There was no way it wasn’t on purpose, and as long as you weren’t uncomfortable, Jungkook wasn’t going to step back. He was well aware of what you were doing. All your flirting through the weeks had bubbled and was now spilling over.

“How’s that?” you ask, looking over your shoulder, only to see Jungkook staring at the way your denim shorts hug your ass. He looks up at the sound of your voice, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Perfect.”

“Is it now?” you quirk your head in question, becoming aware of your shirt clinging to your breasts. Jungkook gulps, nodding. His cock throbs in his overalls. He already knew you were attractive, beautiful, but seeing you dripping wet was a whole new experience. His brain was going haywire, unable to form a coherent sentence as he blatantly stared at you.

“Extremely,” he responds, wetting his lips.

You smirk. “Good.”

“Good,” Jungkook echoes, his hand gripping yours once again as you turn to finish the spot you’re working on. Jungkook is growing more comfortable touching you lightly until you’re gripping his hand to wrap around your waist while you work. You like having him pressed against you, having him towering over you, but you wanted more. You wanted to know what his lips felt like pressed against yours… wanted to know what his hands felt like threaded through your hair as he kissed you passionately.

Jungkook watches you clean, his chin resting on your shoulder as you move. He’s trying not to let his thoughts go into dangerous territory, but it was proving to be hard when you were pressing into his crotch with every move. How long could he hold out?

More than you apparently. You press against him harder, earning a hiss from the man. You turn to face him, your face centimeters from his. You wonder if he can feel the heat radiating off your body, the desire that’s pooled for him. It’s him that will have to step back at this point because you honestly don’t think you can. However, Jungkook has no plans on moving, wanting you just as much as you want him, if not more. It’s only a matter of who will cave in first, and by the way, your heart is drumming in your chest, blood rushing in your ears, and arousal pooling deep in your abdomen; it’s gonna be you.

“Jungkook,” his name’s a whispered plea. Eyes meeting his, breath caught in your throat; has he always been this beautiful? This ethereal? It leaves your mind hazy, focusing on the mole beneath his lip to bring you back down to earth. His eyes don’t leave yours, they’re locked on you. Nervousness still keeps him from making a move, too scared to move forward.

Jungkook’s inner turmoil doesn’t last much longer as you turn to face him, dropping the rag at your side, and placing your hands on his shoulders. He’s so buff, strong, and muscular, but you try not to focus on that as you look at his lips, then his eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

Jungkook swallows. Was he imagining this? Had he gone home and to bed? Was he dreaming? What a cruel dream. However, dream or not, Jungkook says yes. That’s all you need to hear before you’re claiming his lips with yours.

Kissing Jungkook is better than you have ever imagined. His lips are soft, taste of watermelon chapstick, and fuel a fire within you that only he can put out. His hands cup your face, deepening the kiss as your arms wrap around his neck, fingers weaving through his purple tresses.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses, breaking the kiss. Your chest heaves as you try to regulate your breathing. “That was better than I imagined.”

You feel your face heat, “you imagined kissing me?”

Jungkook blushes, his mouth suddenly dry. He awkwardly rubs the nape of his neck, smiling sheepishly. “Maybe once, or twice.” There was no point in lying now.

“Me too,” you admit with a grin. Your heart is soaring among the stars, grateful for the outcome of tonight. However, you wanted more of Jungkook, of his kisses, of his hands on your body. By the look in Jungkook’s eyes, he wants the same. A moan escapes you as his lips meet yours again, his hand on your hip as you lean back onto the hood of your car. Jungkook groans when you nip his bottom lip, tugging it with your teeth before releasing it. It drives him wild, his hands gripping you tighter as he sets you on the hood of your car, your legs spreading for him as your back meets the cold, wet metal.

You sure hope it was dark enough for nobody to see you. Not that It would bother Jungkook by the way he’s kissing you. Your legs squeeze his hips, moaning when his lips map out your skin, finding his home in the column of your throat. He marks it, gently biting down, causing you to arch into him, your fingers weaving in his hair, tugging at the roots.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his hands wrapping around your wrists, bring them to his lips. Soft kisses are planted on each before he’s pinning them to your car. “You taste heavenly.”

“Jungkook,” you pant. He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I wanted to ask you out before kissing you, but now look at us.”

“I’d still say yes if you asked me on a date,” you smile reassuringly.

“Really?”

“Of course,” you reply, kissing his nose. He squeaks, hiding his face in your neck to hide his blush. You laugh softly, stroking his hair. For someone with such a rough exterior, he sure was a softy. You loved that about him though, so much.

“Good,” Jungkook smiles, his hand cupping your face. He was so smitten. “We should get you dried up. I’d hate for you to catch a cold. Besides, we’ll need to wash your car again to get rid of the handprints.”

“And my ass print,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him again. He laughs softly in between kisses, his hands moving to your lower back. “And the ass print.”

With one last kiss—okay, several kisses—Jungkook helps you off the car, holding your hand in his. He leads you through the hallway to the small employee lounge where the lockers sit. He opens his locker and takes out his duffel bag with extra clothes.

“You can wear my shirt… um,” Jungkook tries to avoid looking at your chest but under the harsh lights, it’s hard not to see through your top.

“Thanks, Kook.”

Jungkook is elated, his heart doing a flip. “I’ll go get us some towels and I’ll find you after, okay?”

“Sure thing.” You wave him off as he goes through the door that connects the hallway to the store. You type in the code to the private bathroom at the end of the hall, stepping inside and shutting the door after you.

The bathroom isn’t too large. The sink and mirror sit to your left as you enter, a small hairdryer sits on the wall beside the light switch. A few feet from the door and right beside the toilet is the tiled charcoal wall of the shower. It leaves an opening where you see the tiled bench of the shower. You kick your flip-flops off, raising your arms to take your top off, followed by your shorts. You were soaked to the bone!

A shiver wracks through your body, hurriedly stepping into the shower to turn it on. The heat of the water warms you almost immediately, and you toss your bra out of the shower.

Jungkook knocks on the bathroom doors until he hears the shower running on the last one. He knocks, hoping he’s caught you before you’ve undressed so he can go to his shower.

“Come in!” You call out. Jungkook hesitates but types in the code anyway and the door opens. He steps inside but doesn’t see you. Your clothes are a wet pile on the floor. He gulps. He’s too late.

“I’ll just leave your towels on the counter. And I’ll leave you my shirt and boxers.” Jungkook calls out, hoping you can hear him over the stream of the shower.

You stick your head out of the shower; the wall covering your breasts. “Thanks, Kook. I appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem. I’ll let you shower,” he blushes, looking down at the floor, only for his eyes to land on your bra. He swallows thickly, praying his cock doesn’t harden. But of course, the universe hates him and he can feel it twitch. “I’ll just… go.”

“Or… you could join me?” You offer, feeling bold suddenly.

Jungkook’s eyes meet yours, wide with surprise. ”I… really?”

“If you want to. No pressure,” you assure him. Jungkook wonders if he’s asleep. He’s got to be dreaming for his crush to invite him into her shower.

“O-okay,” he stutters cutely. Jungkook watches you disappear behind the shower wall as he slowly takes his shirt off. Was he really doing this?

You sneak a peek, nearly salivating when you see the smooth planes of his chest. You knew he was in shape, but seeing him without clothes was a whole otherworldly experience. His golden skin was inked with black tattoos that span across his body. He tugs on his overalls, pushing them down his muscular thighs until they pooled in a sopping mess at his feet. He threw his head back, and you licked your lips as his muscles rippled.

Jungkook smirks when he catches you looking at him. He walks over to you, seeing you in just your panties that did very little to hide your most intimate parts.

He can’t help himself as he steps toward you, his hands cupping your face as he leans in to capture your lips with his. You pull him closer, tongue pushing past his lips, fingers weaving in his purple locks before roving down his taut body, mewling when they rest on his perfect abs.

Jungkook melts into a puddle, malleable at your hands as you tug his tresses, kissing him deeply as your hand slips under his boxers. A cry of your name escapes him, his hands gripping your hips, pleading for you to touch him more. Your name rolls off his tongue, his hold on your hips tightens. His kisses light a fire deep within you as he presses your body against the shower wall. The stream of the shower runs between you, saturating you as you stroke his semi-hard cock, groaning against his lips. Jungkook’s lips mark his territory, leaving marks on your neck, nipping and biting until his name spills from your pretty lips. You grip his hair tighter as you fall apart beneath him.

“I never imagined you’d be this bold,” Jungkook murmurs against your lips, biting back a moan. You smile, pecking his lips before meeting his gaze. “I never thought I’d be this bold either. I just don’t want my fear holding me back when it comes to you. I like you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook blushes, hiding his face in your neck, kissing it. “I like you too,” he admits bashfully, refusing to meet your eyes as his hands grip your waist, sliding upward to cup your breasts, fingers brushing your peaked buds.

“Jungkook,” you sigh in response, head lolling back against the tiled shower wall. Your fingers thread in his violet locks, body arching into his as his lips continue to kiss every inch of your neck. Jungkook’s fingers toy with the waistband of your panties, stepping back to look you in the eyes. “Can I take these off you?”

Your lust-filled eyes meet his, your chest rising and falling, your heart thundering in your chest. You nod, “yes, please.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. With his lips taking the lead, Jungkook kisses his way down your body, stopping between the valley of your breasts, tongue flicking each hardened nipple, teeth grazing one before releasing it. You whimper, fingers woven in his locks until he’s out of reach.

A smirk appears on his lips, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip as he drops to his knees in front of you. You move forward, using your body to block the spray of the showerhead, to keep water out of his eyes. Plus, you wanted him to hold your gaze while he kneeled between your legs. His soft lips planted delicate kisses on your stomach, going to one hip and then the other.

“Jungkook!” you gasped, feeling his teeth nip the flesh right above your panties’ waistband.

A sheepish smile is sent your way. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” Jungkook blushes, laving his tongue over the spot he’s nipped before his teeth are gripping your panties, tugging them. You watch in awe, mouth agape, as he effortlessly pulls your panties down your legs with just his teeth.

You swallow thickly, arousal flooding your senses as Jungkook looks up at you. “Would you be more comfortable against the wall or sitting?”

You look at the small triangular seat behind him. What could it hurt? If anything, you were more concerned about the tile, digging into Jungkook’s knees.

As if he were a mind reader, Jungkook grins. “Don’t worry about me. I’m stronger than I look.”

“Let’s test it,” you tease, stepping around him to sit on the tiled seat. Jungkook approaches you, pressing his lips against you, his hands framing your face as he deepens the kiss. Your hands rest on his shoulders, one sliding upward to grip the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging at it.

“Fuck, baby.” Jungkook curses, grunting when you do it again. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, biting down harshly before soothing the pain with his tongue. Your forehead rests against his, both of you panting as your body yearns for more of his touch… more of his tongue.

Jungkook must be able to read you better than anyone else, because he’s gripping your thighs in his tattooed hands, spreading them for him. He licks his lips, trailing kisses from one thigh to the other until he’s at the apex of your thighs.

A hungry, lust-filled look meets you when you look down at Jungkook. His wet hair clings to his forehead, and he’s dripping wet despite being out of reach of the showerhead. You knew he looked delectable, soaking wet, but seeing him wet and between your thighs was a whole different experience.

“Can I, baby?” Jungkook asks, his eyes soft. His rose-tinted cheeks grab your attention, your hand cupping his face and he easily leans into your touch. Aside from how cute he looks, eager to get a taste of you, the term of endearment he’d used twice had your heart thumping erratically in your chest. You wanted to hear him call you baby again and again, preferably while you were wrapped around his cock. All in due time, though.

“Of course, Kook. Go ahead,” you give him your consent, patting his flushed cheeks. He thanks you, grinning as he places a chaste kiss on your lips. His excitement has you giggling, but it’s cut short when he presses a kiss to your clit.

“Oh, fuck,” you curse, eyes wide as he chuckles.

Jungkook licks his lips. He grips a thigh in each hand to pull you towards the edge of the seat, your elbows holding you up as a gasp escapes you. “Just need you a little closer, love.”

Love.

Oh, no, no, no. You were not going to survive your encounter with this tattooed god of a man calling you these terms of endearment. Your weaknesses. You could melt into a puddle and thank him for a good time.

“Still with me, baby?” Jungkook asks, checking in.

“Yeah. Totally,” you breathe, moaning when he licks a stripe along your folds. A guttural groan escapes him. Jungkook had planned to take his time with you, to show you how good of a lover he could be, but once your essence hits his tongue, he can’t fathom not going all in. He dives right in, alternating between long and short licks. He wants to figure out what you like, and what you don’t. You have no problem guiding him, your fingers laced in his hair, tugging when he makes you feel good.

Your whimpers and cries of his name fill the bathroom. Your legs are draped over his shoulders, his lips wrapped around your clit as he sucks gently. He noticed you liked that the most, along with his fingers fucking into you.

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle the moans you so desperately wanted to release, you found yourself unable to look away from Jungkook as his tattooed fingers pushed and curled into you. Jungkook licked his lips hungrily, your arousal coated his appendages, dripping down his wrist. When he caught sight of you muffling your moans, a growl reverberated through his chest.

“Let me hear you, baby. Those are my moans,” he states in a gruff tone. “And I want to hear them.”

It’s hard to resist such a demand, your teeth easily releasing your tender lip as Jungkook presses his thumb to your clit. It’s impossible to look away from the hunger in his eyes, a smirk appearing on his pseudo-angelic face as he makes you cry out his name with just the use of his fingers.

“Much better, baby. Thank you.” he grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners as you fall apart for him, ignoring the whiplash he’s given you from his duality. Oh, Jeon Jungkook would put an end to you… preferably after an orgasm or two.

“So close,” you whimper in a warning. Your hips rise to chase his fingers, his thumb adding pressure to your clit while his tongue licks between your lips. This is how he wanted you, a crying, whimpering mess writhing underneath him. Too full of pleasure to think of anything but him, him, him!

Grunts and curses tumble from your lips, brain fogging as your arousal washes over you. Jungkook’s chest swells with pride as you scream his name, begging and pleading with him not to stop. Not to ever, ever stop.

Luckily for you, Jungkook has no intention of stopping, not until he’s helped you ride your orgasm through and you can catch your breath. He grins joyfully when raises his head after your shuddering has ceased. Your radiant beauty caught him off guard. He was the reason you looked like that, so pretty and fucked out of your mind from just his tongue. His heart races at the thought, but nothing is as sweet as you calling his name.

“Jungkook,” you breathe his name softly. Your hand tugging him upward to meet your lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. You want to please him, taste him, make him feel like he’d made you feel.

His lips move gently with yours, his hands gripping your hips, sliding up to cup your breasts. He breaks the kiss, smiling at you as his thumb presses against your lips. “So cute.”

You preen under his gaze, giggling before stealing another kiss. “Let me taste you.”

Jungkook nods, eager to feel your lips wrapped around his hard cock. He shakes his wet hair out of his eyes, mindful of his eyebrow piercing as he cards his hair back. “Y-yeah. How do you want me?”

You grin, untangling yourself from his hold. You rise to your feet, pressing your hands on his tattooed chest, walking him backward until you’re both under the showerhead. The warm water runs down both your bodies, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. His strong hands grip your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. A deep grunt escapes him, his erection pressing against you as you move your hand down his body to stroke him, tugging his boxers down for him to kick to the side.

A demure smile appears on his lips, his eyes boring into yours as your hand wraps around his length, tentatively stroking him once, twice. Slowly, you press him against the wall, away from the spray of the shower as you continue to stroke his dick at a languid pace. You allow the dulcet moans and groans that escape him to guide you in your movements, something that Jungkook is appreciative of.

Jungkook’s body is immaculate! Nothing could have prepared you for this! Nothing. You didn’t know where to look first… his broad shoulders, his rippling arms, his perfectly chiseled torso, or his perfect, perfect cock. Even his thighs had you wanting to sink your teeth into them just to get a taste. On any day, Jungkook was a treat, but wet, soaking wet, Jungkook was too overwhelming. You do your best to ignore the rapid pounding of your heart as it tries to break free from your chest, blood rushing in your ears as Jungkook’s fingers come to press under your chin. He makes you lock eyes with him, trying to decipher the look in your eyes before he’s kissing you gently, his lips moving perfectly in sync with yours. It puts you at ease, melting into him easily as he cups your face to hold you close. It’s Jungkook, you remind yourself. Sweet Jungkook who would never think less of you. You can trust him, and so you soften under his touch, falling even more in love with the violet-haired man.

“Fuck,” you chuckle, your hand on your chest as you try to catch your breath. Jungkook smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Your eyes roam over his body, admiring the tattoos and finally getting a close-up look at his newest addition.

“Is that a Shenron tattoo from Dragon Ball Z?” Jungkook’s eyes widened, not expecting your question. His cheeks are a dusty pink as he answers. “Yes, please don’t tell Yoongi. He already calls me Trunks. I’ll never hear the end of it!”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you promise, sinking to your knees in front of him. Jungkook nods, gulping as his eyes glaze over with lust.

As fantastic as his fantasies of you were, they couldn’t compare to the real you in front of him. With a teasing smile, you press a kiss to his hip then the other, your tongue tracing the lines of his tattoo. Jungkook groans, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His chest rises and falls, ignoring the thundering of his heart in his chest. Excitement bubbles in his abdomen, mixing with arousal as his cock throbs from your ministrations.

Your hand strokes him, lips kissing the underside of the head. Your tongue peeks between your lips to tease him. Jungkook grunts in protest, his hands clenching at his sides to keep from gripping your hair.

“You can grab my hair, Kook. I don’t mind. I, uh… I like it,” you admit sheepishly. Jungkook nods, his fists unclenching as he grips your hair and your mouth wraps around him again. You lick and suck at the head of his cock, getting a feel for him before you bob up and down his length. Curses and groans spill from Jungkook’s pretty lips. His head tilted against the wall as he guided you by the grip he had on your hair. He’s dying to fuck your throat, feel you choke on his cock, and listen to you gag around his dick. His eyes flutter shut, hips bucking once before an apology is leaving his lips.

Up and down and up and down you bob on his cock, relaxing your jaw as the head pressed against the back of your throat. Jungkook’s cries are uncontrollable, pleasure searing through every nerve in his body as you try to suck the soul out of him. You gasp for air after a moment, eyes watering with tears as you stroke him, ignoring the saliva smeared across your lips, cheeks, and chin. You’re a mess, but Jungkook likes you that way as his hand moves yours out of the way.

With curious eyes, you wonder what he’s doing as he presses his cock to your cheek. He’s hesitant as he gently smacks it on your cheek and you immediately realize what it is he’s trying to do.

“Do it, Kook. Please. I’m not fragile, I can take it,” you assure him, eyes pleading with him as you look up at him. Jungkook swallows thickly, reassured by your words as he slaps his cock on your cheek over and over before he’s stuffing it in your mouth once again. You take him easily, loving the weight of him on your tongue as your hands grip his hips, allowing him to fuck your face like he so desperately wanted to. You gag, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Jungkook caresses your face, “so pretty like this.”

You keen at his praise, melting into a puddle as you choke on his cock once again. Jungkook smirks, petting your head before he’s pulling his cock out of your mouth. He rubs the head on your lips, collecting the dollop of pre-cum and saliva that’s gathered there. With soft, adoring eyes, you wait for his next move but Jungkook is too captivated by how beautiful you look below him to think of anything else.

“Kiss me,” Jungkook demands in a low, husky voice that sends tingles down your spine. He helps you stand, his hands framing your face as he leans in. You bridge the gap between you, sighing giddily when your lips finally connect. Kissing Jungkook was magical. His lips are soft, gentle but not afraid to lead with a firmness that leaves you breathless.

Jungkook places a hand on your neck, the other cupping your breast, his thumb brushing against a pert nipple. You fit perfectly in his hands. A deep throaty moan leaves him, cock hard and dribbling pre-cum where it presses against your body.

Arousal clouds your brain, swirling your thoughts around until all you can focus on is Jungkook and the feel of his lips as they trail kisses to your jaw, neck, and down to your chest where he takes the liberty of kissing every inch until his lips are wrapped around your nipple. Gently, he suckles, tongue flicking slowly before he carefully nips at it. A whimper fills his ears as his eyes meet yours, silently asking if you’re okay. Your hand laces in his hair, tugging at the locks to keep him in place as he continues.

When his lips meet yours once again, it’s heavenly. He pins your hands to the wall on either side of your head as he kisses you, gently nipping at your bottom lip. Jungkook never wants to stop kissing you, tasting you.

Your hands are laced together, fingers intertwined, and Jungkook admires them. A feeling of warmth overcomes him, his tattooed knuckles clear in his vision. FUCK LOVE. With you, he didn’t have to live by that anymore, and the way your eyes displayed the adoration you held for him proved that. Jungkook untangles your hand from his own, only holding one in place and bringing it to his lips. LOVE, that’s what his knuckles read, and that’s what he feels for you. Although, it’ll be a few months before he’s capable of saying those words aloud. But it’s okay because when he does, you’ll be ready to say them too. For now, Jungkook kisses you again, deeper, as if you were his lifeline, his chance to learn to love and love again. Whether it be you (he sure hopes so) or someone else, he’s ready to open himself up again.

“Koo,” you murmur against his lips, squeezing his hand. Jungkook releases a throaty groan, teeth tugging on your bottom lip before releasing it. Heavy pants, lidded eyes, and soft whines of Jungkook’s name are all that registers in your mind. Jungkook’s kisses are euphoric, mind-blowing, and orgasm-inducing.

“Yeah, baby?” Jungkook asks sweetly, chuckling. “Still with me, love?”

You nod, lust-filled gaze locked on his.

Jungkook presses his body against you, pressing you to the shower wall. He pins your hands over your head, your body arching into him. He slowly grinds against you, lips a hair’s breadth away. A smirk pulls at the corners of his lips, eyes flitting down to where your hips are rising to meet his, eager to feel his cock.

“Turn around,” he instructs, pressing kisses to each of your wrists before releasing them. You’re flipped onto your front, nipples hardening the moment they meet the icy shower wall. A gasp escapes you, a shiver running down your spine.

Jungkook chuckles, apologizing as one hand moves your hair over your left shoulder. His other hand sits on your hip, fingers squeezing gently. Tentatively, Jungkook presses a kiss to your shoulder, his fingers lacing with yours.

“So good for me,” he praises.

You sigh in content, “yes.”

Flames of desire ignite in Jungkook’s veins as he kisses from one shoulder to the other, his hands cupping your breasts as you arch your back. A firm smack lands on your ass, a curse tumbling from your lips before you beg for another and another.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, baby. To have you wrapped around my fat cock.” Jungkook grunts, smacking your ass again to watch it jiggle before he’s bending you further. You want to be good for him, to please him, to have him please you in return. Your palms stay on the tiles of the shower wall, water pooling at your feet before running down the drain.

“Jungkook,” his name rolls off your tongue easily, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers circle your entrance. He hums in response, fingertips running along your folds before he pushes into you. “Fuck.”

“Tell me if you want me to stop, Y/n,” he states, his tattooed hand wrapping around your neck. You look at him over your shoulder, eyes rolling back in your head. So fucked out, and you hadn’t even had a real taste of his dick. You wanted him desperately, your cunt clenching around his fingers.

“Shit,” Jungkook curses, his cock throbbing as he fists himself. Pre-cum dribbled down the length, his hand moving along his cock to match the pace of his fingers that curl inside you, his thumb brushing your clit.

“Fuck me, Kook. Please, fuck me,” you whimper, your forehead meeting the wall. Jungkook can’t say no, not when you’re begging so sweetly, nearly fucked out of your mind, brain-addled with lust.

“How can I say no to you, baby?” You melt under him, your ass pressing against his cock. Jungkook grips his dick, spreading you open.

“Don’t tease me, Jungkook. I need you inside me, fucking me.”

“Your wish is my command.” Jungkook grins, rubbing the head of his cock at your entrance. You’re about to chastise him for teasing you again, but instead, a moan escapes you as he sinks into you. His hands grip your hips, a throaty groan muffled into your neck where he kisses you.

Jungkook’s hand wraps around your throat, squeezing the sides as you tighten around him. His hips meet the curve of your ass, allowing you a moment to adjust to his length and girth. Tears prick the corners of your eyes but you welcome the stretch you’d been craving for weeks now. None of your late-night fantasies could have prepared you for this moment. Your favorite vibrator didn’t come close to the thickness and hardness of Jungkook’s cock. Oh, you were a fool to believe it could.

“Still with me, babe?” Jungkook asks softly, kissing your shoulder, neck, and jaw. He holds you close, his fingers letting off your throat to allow you to speak. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment, nodding. “Yes.”

More soft kisses are pressed to your skin before Jungkook is pulling out, only the head remaining inside you before he’s thrusting back inside. His pace is slow, hesitant, afraid to hurt you but when you moan his name, nails digging into his forearm, he increases his pace. He soon finds a rhythm that suits both your needs, guided by the saccharine sounds you release as he fills you over and over again.

You’re so fucking wet, dripping. Jungkook’s overwhelmed by the warmth and wetness. Your pussy creaming his cock, pulsating around him as you beg him for more and more.

Jungkook throws his head back, grunting as you fuck back into him. The lewd noises your bodies make as they meet have him blushing, cheeks pink as you take his fingers into your mouth in a poor attempt to muffle your moans. However, it’s useless, and not even the running shower can mask them.

“That’s right, baby. Take my cock. Take it,” Jungkook encourages you. You aim to please, whimpering as you meet each of his thrusts, losing yourself to the pleasure that bubbles deep inside you.

“Jungkook!” you cry out, gripping his hand to wrap around your throat. A familiar wave of pleasure washes over you, toes curling as your lover’s name spills from your lips in a heady cry, attempting to warn him moments before your orgasm hits. Your pussy clenches around him, trying to pull him under with you. His teeth sink into your shoulder, fingertips rubbing your clit in rigid circles as you spasm beneath him.

“Don’t stop,” you plead.

“I don’t plan to, baby,” Jungkook assures you as you moan once again, pleasure consuming you until you’re a quivering mess. If it weren’t for Jungkook’s hold on your hips, you’d have fallen onto the floor in an immobile, fucked out heap.

Jungkook chuckles, holding you up before he’s leading you under the spray of the shower. He kisses you gently, hands cupping your face. You don’t care too much for the water slipping into your lips as you kiss, but you do your best to ignore it as your arms wrap around his neck to deepen the kiss.

Jungkook loves kissing you. He loves the feel of your lips, the way you fall into sync perfectly with him. He could kiss you forever if given the chance.

Unfortunately, kissing you makes his cock throb, and it’s then you realize he hasn’t cum. You break the kiss, but Jungkook’s lips follow you, his hair falling over his eyes as he blindly searches for your lips.

“Come,” you take his hand, going to the tiled bench where you scoot further, spreading your legs.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks, licking his lips as he notes the creaminess of your cunt from your orgasm. You nod, your fingers spreading your folds to tempt him. It works.

Jungkook has you rise, so he can sit on the bench instead. You easily straddle his thighs, his cock still rock hard, wet with pre-cum and your arousal. It’s beautiful and heavy as you wrap your hand around it. Jungkook moans, his hooded eyes focused on your movements. His hands cup your breasts, kneading them and rolling your nipples between his fingertips. The soft sigh that escapes you makes his cock twitch, a sheepish smile on his lips.

You bite back a moan as you admire Jungkook’s chest, arms, cock. You wish you could take your time and worship his body as it deserves. Wish you could have him in your bed, tied to the headboard, perhaps? You want to trace every line of his tattoos with your tongue before wrapping your lips around his thick cock, sucking him off until your jaw aches and his cum hits the back of your throat. God, you need him so fucking bad.

Speeding up slightly, you continue to jerk off Jungkook. His dulcet whimpers, groans, and grunts are nearly enough to send you spiraling headfirst into another orgasm. Your name rolls off Jungkook’s tongue, his dark eyes lidded as his tongue peeks from between his lips as it swipes along his bottom lip. He wonders what you’re thinking as your brows furrowed in concentration, lips caught between your teeth.

You meet his gaze, “I really want to suck you off again.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, cheeks pink. “Really?”

You nod, eyeing his cock hungrily. “That’ll have to wait, though. I wanna ride you first.”

Jungkook doesn’t protest as you move closer, rubbing the head of his cock on your clit. Your head falls on his shoulder, moaning softly and mouthing at his neck. Teeth graze his flesh, earning a deep groan from him, hips rising to spread your folds. His cock catches at your entrance but doesn’t go in. You both whine, your nails digging into his shoulders. Your wet cunt runs along his length, needing him to fill you… fuck you.

“Please, Kookie,” you’re too far gone, lust clouding your mind. You need him to fuck you again, to stretch you until you’re falling apart on his cock once again.

Gulping, Jungkook lines his cock up at your entrance, unable to continue this game of cat and mouse. He slides home with a curse, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

Riding Jungkook is better than you could have ever imagined. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging at it as your lips meet in a sloppy kiss that’s all teeth and tongue.

“Ride me, baby. Ride my fucking cock,” Jungkook groans, lips marking your neck as his hands grip your hips as you bounce on his cock. Your head lolls back, lips parted as you take every inch of his thick cock. He’s so fucking deep, stretching you farther than anyone ever has, and a deep fire pools within you as you take every inch of him.

Jungkook holds you close, nuzzling into your neck as he inhales your scent. His lips trail kisses to your chest, his teeth tugging at a peaked bud. You whimper as he bites down harder, soothing the pain with his tongue as you beg him for more. The blunt head of his cock kisses your cervix when you bounce on him harder, nails digging into his inked skin as you press your lips against his.

Jungkook grabs your ass, squeezing and kneading it. You’re so close, your body burning with lust and on the verge of collapsing as you give Jungkook your all; thighs trembling before he’s lifting you to set you on the bench instead. He can feel his orgasm approaching, head clouding with lust. You’re so beautiful, so intoxicating, so perfect for him. He’s genuinely surprised he’s been able to hold out for so long, outdoing himself in all his fantasies. He’s thankful.

“So fucking good. You take my cock so well, baby.” You grin, capturing his lips with your own as he fucks you. Your lips muffle his moans and groans, your arms wrapped around his neck to hold him close while your legs wrap around him.

“So fucking deep,” you murmur, arching into him as your hands explore every inch of his delicious body. Your cunt clenched around his cock, wanting to milk him for all he’s worth, craving his end.

“Fuck, keep going,” Jungkook whimpers, eyes rolling back as he groans. His head falls back, his body tingling with pleasure as your warm, wet cunt takes him for all he’s worth. Jungkook’s thrusts grow sloppy, whimpers spilling from his pretty lips as he grows close to his release.

Had Jungkook known you felt this amazing wrapped around him, he’d have asked you out sooner. You were sin incarnate, your voice rising in octaves as your pleasure overwhelmed you. Your thighs trembled on either side of his hips, pulling him closer as your nails dug into his back. A whimper of his name spills from you, causing him to groan into your neck before asking you to say his name again. Thrust after thrust has both of you reeling in pleasure and emotions. The tandem beating of your hearts along with his hand clasped in your own as he murmurs sweet nothings into your heated flesh is all it takes for you to cry out in warning, your orgasm hitting you full force.

“Jungkook!” you gasp, arching into him as his thrusts falter from the pulsating of your deliciously wet cunt wrapped around him. “Shit,” he breathes, groaning as he fucks you harder, faster. He’s so close, so so close. His teeth sink into your neck, a guttural grunt muffled into your skin as his abdomen tightens.

“Oh, fuck.” his eyes squeeze shut. Your panting fills the space between you as you weave your fingers through his hair, admiring the pretty purple locks as Jungkook comes, hard! “Fuck, baby. Fuck.”

“Cum for me, Kook. Please,” you beg, rocking your hips with his, tightening around his dick to milk him dry. Jungkook whimpers—near tears—as he finishes, pressing messy, uncoordinated kisses to your neck and chest before he’s pulling off of you to sit on the bench.

“Wow!” he exclaims. The shit-eating grin on his face matches yours as he looks over at you, still panting.

“Wow!” you echo, giggling when he kisses your cheek.

Jungkook caresses your face, admiring the twinkle in your eyes. How were you so pretty? He truly hoped you’d still go on a date with him, despite sleeping with you first. That had been unplanned. Worry pools in his belly. Had he ruined his chance? None of tonight’s events had been planned at all. Aside from asking you out, that is. However, when you place your head on his shoulder, grinning brightly, all worries disappear.

Jungkook smiles shyly. “So how about that date?”

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my-mt-heart · 2 years ago

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Long ask sorry.

Im a bit lost honestly. I watched the caryl scenes of 11.21 and im conflicted. I refuse to watch the "donnie" scenes especially since if u look at comments on youtube lots of people are like "oh my God Donnie is happening she made him giggle i wasnt dreaming and he's so worried for her"

And then u have this reviewver saying carol's openly in love with daryl now wich uh, maybe, but, actually, no? This is still too subtle for my sanity

Yes, the fact that she mentions HIM to Maggie while in tears ("i was apart from him when we arrived" not exact quote here...) and not Zeke her supposed ex husband is telling, but from his side, nothing is really telling. And when she talked to him about Connie, i can tell u that in a way it made me worried because GA seems to believe it confirms his feelings for Connie, and the way he acts doesnt help, but at the same time it reminds me of when they were looking for Beth.

He was worried and she was there for him. And he definitely wasnt in love with Beth but he cared for her deeply. The thing is that Connie is not a teen, she's a 40 something (at least the actress is) strong bad ass woman and worrying that this time might be different than with his feelings for Beth doesnt seem ridiculous. But i see the way Carol looks at him (and honestly she has been looking at him that way, i mean not subtle at all, since stradivarius for me, Zeke never really stood a chance in the long run, Henry dead or not) and i know u believe they cant go the "she loves him he doesnt" way, but for the scenes i've seen , he's still too cold with her for me. And she's like a lost puppy who dont know how to make things go back to how they were between them and who's suffering so much with the situation and i cant anymore. I hate it

And Im lost. She definitely believes she doesnt deserve him especially after the cave incident and im sick of it. Lets say he doesnt love her back, at least stop being cold to her.

An another part of me, maybe the desillusional one, is still thinking that the fact that she really seems in love with him now cant be for nothing, with 3 episodes left, and that if he's still so much at odds with her its not for nothing either. Connie is alive, the cave incident is long forgotten and forgiven by everyone else in team family, including Connie and Kelly, the fact that he's still cold is very telling: it was never about just Connie but about trust being broken ("dont bullshit me"). We know that. But she keeps pushing him towards Connie and she takes his hand and looks at him like he's the moon and the stars and he's still kind of strange towards her. Im so lost, honestly. Im not even sure we will have answers before the end, they could still let everything open to keep both shippers for the daryl spin off. But what i want is for him to warm up to her like before. And its patethic that we have, i mean i have, to beg for it. We re talking about Caryl here. His f...ing feud with Rick was awful, but all was forgotten with a simple "i'd die for you". Cant we have something like that at least for the last season with 3 ep left between Caryl? Especially since there is no caryl spin off in sight anymore? Is that too much to ask? For Caryl, really? Its been horrible between them since 10.03 give or take some nice moments... for me anyways. And its been way too long. Im so lost. Im sorry.

Don’t be sorry. Pretty sure the intention is to make us feel anxious right now, which I know is super frustrating when there’s not a lot of runway left. Even though we’ve all had enough of the subtlety, don’t be so quick to dismiss the *many* visual cues because they still matter a lot (like SF mentioned). The physical distance we often see between them suggests there’s an emotional distance too, yes, but you have to imagine it’s something that’s going to be bridged and how do you convey that visually? With a callback to the terminus reunion maybe? That’s what I’m hoping for anyway.

As far as Daryl’s “coldness” goes, POV is also something to take note of. We’re seeing things through Carol’s eyes, which is why the Daryl and Connie beats feel played up. She thinks she broke her friendship with Daryl because she let Connie get hurt and she doesn’t want that to happen again. She doesn’t want to take away Daryl’s happiness. But like you said, the issue goes much deeper than Connie. In season 10, when we saw things through Daryl’s eyes, he was heartbroken because Carol was essentially running away from him. He asked her to follow his light and take his hand, but in a metaphorical way, she didn’t (couldn't). Now we’re seeing her reciprocate hence the light/dark imagery in 20 and the hand holding in 21. I’m glad you brought up Beth. That’s a great parallel too. They want to save somebody they couldn't save before and they're working as a team to do it.

I hope this helps a little bit. Obviously I don't know for sure what's going to happen, but I think there's reason to hope. TWD loves ship baiting, but placating Donnie fans isn’t going to do much for AMC in the end. They’re a significantly smaller sector of the fanbase than Carylers, who they’ve been profiting off of for years and still can if they give us something that’ll make us happy.

#caryl #caryl positivity #darylneedscarol

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natromanxoff · 3 years ago

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25 - Just Chatting...

Hello one and all.

It's been a long time since I graced these pages and, believe it or not, nothing much has been happening in my life, apart from the odd soiree or two. Winter has finally left us and spring has sprung, and it's nice to see the sun again. Let's start by wishing my old mate a happy birthday and I hope you all had a little drinkie for him, I know I did. In fact I got legless, he would have been proud of me. Whenever we were in London there was always a party at Fred's on his birthday, be it a handful of friends, or one where he invited half of Britain, but which ever one it was there was always a good time to be had and a lot of chaos. One year he actually took over Pikes Hotel in Ibiza and chartered a private plane to fly his friends in. Roger and myself were already on the island recording some of his solo stuff so we didn't have far to travel to the bash. When I say we were working, it's kind of true as we spent a lot of time on his boat "Ga Ga" whizzing around having lunch and fun. The party was held outside around the swimming pool, now is that an invite for trouble or what? There were hundreds of balloons hanging from every available fixture, and of course there is always an idiot that thinks he's a clown. This particular clown, who will remain nameless, decided it would be funny to light one of the balloons, and needless to say the whole lot went up in flames. Phoebe and Crystal to the rescue. We had to get this "fire" off the wooden rafters before the whole hotel went up in smoke, so we were pulling bits of string while burning rubber was dripping down on us. I was so traumatised by the whole event I had to have another drink ....... a lame excuse I know, but hey, it's my story. Back to the pool. Edwin Shirley, of trucking fame and also an all round good guy after a few too many, decided to have a swim, so he removed his clothing and was flapping around the pool when some daft countess told him to get dressed and behave himself. Wrong move lady. Edwin was not impressed by his telling off and threw her in, and she was even less impressed with that and started ranting and raving, much to the amusement to the rest of the party hounds. She left with her tail between her legs and didn't look at all glamorous in her soaking wet dress, running makeup and failed hairdo. We continued till mid morning and went straight to the airport and caught a flight home. Thanks F for the great parties and good times, you will never be forgotten.

I still get asked a lot if I'm gonna write the "Real" story about Queen. Well the answer is no, and the reason is that the guys gave me a great job and a great life and I have far to much respect for them, their wives/girlfriends, children and families to tell the world what we got up to in private. I feel that is our business and ours alone. Most of us are all in relationships and telling tales could make life awkward for a few people, band and crew alike. I'm sure at some point in time someone from the organisation will write a book, have 5 minutes of fame and make a quick buck, but it sure as hell won't be me, and I'll still be able to sleep at night and when I see the guys I will still be free to say, "Wanna beer MATE."

I've had a few questions asked me that I'm gonna answer quickly.

First off is "Do you have any stories about Freddies cats? (ripping furniture etc.)" Here's a good reply, No. So moving right along, "Of all the famous people you've met, who impressed you the most?" Tricky one this. After years in this "Biz" they all become "Just normal people," and some become good pals, but on one occasion I was in Paul McCartneys studio and I was handed his violin bass and I was sitting there holding it when someone said, "Paul is left handed, hold it like he would." When I turned it around, still taped in the cutout was the Beatles set list from their days in Hamburg, now that impressed me.

Deaky and myself were the only two reggae lovers in the outfit, and Bob Marley turned up to see the show at Madison Square Gardens. Strange choice of show for Bob, but he loved Another one bites the dust, and he happened to be in New York on a stopover on his way to Germany for laser treatment. Show time and our intro tape was playing, and someone told JD that Bob was in the audience, so he cranked his bass up and played "Lively up yourself" over the tape. This was very possibly the last time Marley ever heard this played as he died shortly after. I didn't get to meet him, but I did get to meet Tyrone Downie, Bobs keyboard player in the Wailers, and Tyrone and myself got up to all sorts of mischief that night. RT on the other hand hates reggae music, but I did manage to drag him to the Circus Krone in Munich to see Peter Tosh. I loved it, he hated it. I look at this as payback because years before he insisted that I went to Hammersmith Odeon to see Laurie Anderson, of O Superman fame. This show he loved, but I put it alongside Cher as one of the worst concerts I have ever seen. Needless to say I have also met a couple of stars that I didn't see eye to eye with. Like the American rock star we encountered in a club one night, and he was such a pain I had to take him into the toilets to have a quiet word with him. He finally got the message so I released my hand from around his neck and let him drop back down to the ground. To finish this segment I wanna tell you something that Bev Bevan said. Bev was the drummer with ELO, and them and us were touring the US at the same time, and as it turned out, staying in the same hotel in one city. Roger and myself were leaving the hotel and waiting for the elevator. When the doors opened Bev was in there and him and RT said their hellos. Rog then said, "Bev, this is Crystal, he looks after me." Bev turned to me, shook my hand and said, "Pleased to meet you. If it wasn't for guys like you, guys like us wouldn't be where we are today." He didn't need to say that, and was genuine when he did. I wasn't impressed with meeting him, but he is certainly in my top ten of nicest people I have ever meet.

Over the last few months I've spent a lot of time in the Chatroom, and I highly recommend it to you all as it can be a bit of a laugh. For anyone who has never visited the room please remember a couple of things, if you come in and start swearing you will be kicked out. I know, it happens to me all the time. Also don't come in and start going on about knowing axemen and murderers and other such garbage, cause that also warrants a kicking. Some buffoon from Ireland, who went by the name of "Death" turned up with an attitude and was going on about how f***ing awesome Queen were at Slane Castle. He was not known by anyone in there so I asked him to watch his language. He said he was the Grim Reaper and could do and say what he liked, so I told him otherwise and he was most put out when I kicked him. What a fool. A while ago there was some prat who called himself F***queen, good name eh! Anyway, he/she/it was picking on a lovely young lady called Raisa, and was saying some awful things to her and completely freaked her out, so I went to her defence and FQ turned the attention my way. As far as I'm concerned it's only letters on a screen and it didn't phase me at all, but at least he/she/it gave up on Raisa. In all fairness to FQ, whoever you may be, he/she left a message on the Bulletin Board saying sorry to Raisa and myself and would never do it again. So FQ, from the both of us, thanks for the apology, we accept it. What other weirdos have we had? Well, there was a brightspark who decided it would be funny to use the nickname QueenRshite, another bad move from this person who was honoured with a ban.

While in there I've seen a lot of friendships made, and a couple that have fallen apart. I got a private message one evening from a very drunk girl who, how shall we phrase this, offered me her body and wanted to do all sorts of naughty things to me, I thanked her and declined...must be getting old or something. I have also witnessed relationships being made and, usually there is a lot of humour involved, but needless to say some arguments do occur. I have also seen some of the daftest things said. One guy was so convinced that one of the regulars was either Deaky or she was chatting with him in private that he actually started tracking her every move on the net. He also told me about some highly illegal activities he was up to concerning the band. I wouldn't have thought I was the best person to tell such stuff to, and needless to say I had a go at him. Just to add to his stupidity he's been recently boasting about his affair with an underage girl, and I reckon if he had any more sense he would be half witted. Having mentioned all the twits I'd like to say a quick hello to all the regulars, White Queen and Killer Queen, the lovely girls Blue Rock and Rannnnnnni, SQJan, Mayflower and her boys, Farookh (aka Leroy Brown) MarshMallow, the three Tigers - Babe, Lily and Stripes and the mighty Falc, also to all the rest who I haven't mentioned by name, you know who you are. I'd also like to say hi to Daddy Cool who is the singer in the Dutch cover band Miracle, and Dad, if you never make it as a singer you could make a great career from being a stand up comedian. Finally an extra special hello to the gorgeous MTB, who is about to make an honest man of me ;)

Before I go I'm sure I don't need to remind anyone of a certain date in November that is engraved in all of our minds. And I know that a lot of you will be heading to Garden Lodge to leave flowers. I don't wanna preach and tell you what to do, and I know flowers are a nice gesture, but they do die and the only people to really benefit from this is the florist. This year lets all give a donation, no matter how small, to Aids research, this way the cash will be used to try and stamp out this awful disease. If you really wanna leave flowers, buy a smaller, cheaper bunch and donate the balance of what you would have spent to these charities. It's been said a million times before but it is true, Every penny counts.

As always, Loadsa Love.

Crystal

#queen #queen band #freddie mercury #john deacon #peter freestone #crystal taylor #crystal's tales

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enzie-ki · 1 year ago

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OOC || Uncanny counter s2e5 thoughts

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

Poor Mr.Ma :( bro lost his wife and unborn baby I feel so bad.

And his poor mother

it hurts so much song older women cry

PIL KWANG YOU BASTARD LEAVE THEM ALONE

GELLY WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER

Y'all better not try and recruit him

YOU AND YOUR STUPID COIN PIL KWANG

Oh Mo-Tak is theorising now

AHHH MY BABY'S BACK

THE ATMOSPHERE IS WRONG BUT I APPRECIATE YOU

oh no now he has to tell his grandparents

WAIT IT'S GOING BACK TO WHEN HE SAVED HER FROM THE ROOFTOP

NOOOO THAT'S TOO SAD WHY

WHY THAT

OIL DEMON LEAVE HIM ALONE

YOU AND YOUR STUPID SCREECHING VOICE

AHH STUPID PRISON BULLIES YOU BETTER LEAVE HIM ALONE

LEAVE HIS WIFE OUT OF IT

OH NO IT'S KWANG AGAIN

leave him alone!!!

WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED IT WAS HIM GELLY AND WONG THAT KILLED HER DAMNIT

LEAVE HIM ALONE PIL KWANG

(I just realised it's spelled Hwang/Gwang not Kwang)

Who is this guy

why u flirting with ha-na

wait you're the piano guy!

WAIT HA-NA FLASHBACKS

HE VISITED HER WHEN SHE WAS IN A COMA THAT'S SO SWEET

BUT SHE CAN'T TELL HIM

AYO CHAIRMAN CHOI COMING IN CLUTCH

they ain't gonna shoot him right

BRO YOU'RE SCARING MY BABY BUT I'M GLAD YOU'RE GLAD HE'S BACK

GLAD THE SNIFFER IS BACK BUT GELLY I HOPE YOU LOSE YOUR OTHER EYE

Now who the hell are these guys

WAIT SHE'S BEHIND THE CONSTRUCTION SCAM???

NOO THESE GUYS REALLY RUINED MR. MA AND MRS. LEE'S LIFE

bro they're trying to kill her?

OH IT'S NOT ACRYLICS SHE'S GOT IT'S KNUCKLE SPIKES

hell yeah go counters!

Oh shizwizzle Gelly really got them all huh

Not that I underestimated her but damn

YEAH YOU BETTER RUN GELLY

JEOK BONG DONT REVEAL URSELF

BRO SKIS JUST STEP OUT OF THE GAS

Ur poor nose baby

Wait they know about the construction stuff now!

Ms Chu hell yeah you go girl, start theorising!

AHH HAN-UL MY OTHER BABY I'M GLAD MO-TAK IS STILL WORKING WITH YOU

Oh not Pil Hwang again

Stop being so weird and mysterious

You're hot but don't overdo it

AHH WALL OIL MONKEY DEMON BE QUIET

STOP TALKING ABOUT HIS WIFE

OH NO HIS EYES YUP HE'S GONE

AAA yeye HAN-UL!

YOU AND MO-TAK ARE A GREAT DUO

Jeong-Yeong would be proud

OH NO IT'S THE GUY THAT'S IN LOVE WITH HER AAA

wait but I wanted her and Mun to get together! I'm conflicted about this...

He's so sweet!

WAIT THAT'S MUN'S FRIEND OH SHI-

LET JEOK-BONG EAT DUMPLINGS DAMNIT

DONT STARVE MY BABY

WAIT UNG MIN TOLD MUN OH

wait jeok Bong likes her?

Girl you got all the men SIMPING gawsh dayum!

AA SHE'S HAVING FUN THAT'S GOOD

Wait don't touch her

don't touch her or you will get thrown into next week

HUH SHE'S NOT?

oh yeah he has no powers lol

OH NO JEOK BONG'S HERTBROKEN

My poor baby

I want Ha-Na to be happy though

Ooh money laundering, great

HAN-UL I LOVE YOU BUT PLEASE LEAVE THIS IS THE WRONG TIME

Gelly which poor man are you choking now

WAIT THEY'RE BREAKING KNYK THE PRISON?

LEAVE MR. MA ALONE YOU FURRY BASTARD

HE'S GONE GONE OH NO

GELLY WHAT DID THAT GUARD DO TO YOU

ok Mr Kwang/hwang/Gwang you look really hot rn but I still hate you

WHY DO I FALL FOR ALL THE VILLAINS ALL THE TIME DAMNIT

LEAVE MR MA ALONE

I FEEL LIKE LATER ON HE'S GOING TO KILL THEM

OR AT LEAST TRY

Now that I notice both Gelly and Mr k/h/g look fine

GELLY LEAVE HIM ALONE

STOP

WHY DO YOU BULLY HIM SO MUCH

HE'S GONNA GET WAY MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU ARE AND YOU'RE GONNA D-I-E

GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM PIL K/H/G

NOOIOOOKKKKOOFKRJDHSKSBSJKSBSJSKSVSJSJSNDBSMKS

nuuu my baby😭😭😭

Mo-Tak and Mun are genuinely such a good duo

there's so many good duos in this show

Poor Mr. Ma's mother, I feel so bad for her.

IT'S THE OIL DIMENSION AGAIN GAHHHH

OIL MONKEY DEMON GO BACK TO WHENCE YOU CAME

YOU AND YOUR STICKY HANDS AND STICKY SELF

EW STOP KISSING HIM

YOU WEIRDO WTF

DUDE PROBABLY JUST GOT COVID-20 AND HEPATITIS-F

Bro leave Mr. Ma alone

You're all gonna die bro but I don't feel bad because you're all pricks

Actually no I do feel bad

He's straight up vecna-ing them rn

WHY ARE PEOPLE RUNNING AT A MAN WITH TELEKINESIS

WHY ARE YOU STILL TRYING TO GET AT HIM

ayo?????

bro drank some redbull or some shiz bcus damn he got WINGS

NAHH YOU BETTER NOT TURN HIM AGAINST MUN

OIL MONKEY BRAT

AND IT ENDS THERE GOSH DAMNIT

Overall, great episode, 10/10, everything was great(seething with rage), I saw so many of my favourite characters(foaming at the mouth), the plots coming together is honestly awesome (gnashing teeth)

OOC || UNCANNY COUNTER S2E4 THOUGHTS

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

glad we've got another furry lady (Gelly) to replace hyang-hui

If she hurts my baby I will break her acrylics

and also her spine

Pil Kwang and Mun are really just stranger things-ing it right now and I'm all here for it

It's giving eleven vs one but better because I like this show

Ah yes the power of a promise made you stronger good

how dare that man try and shoot chairman Choi if I snatch your weave this second

Gelly please stop with the scratching

So many problems would be stopped if people used their teeth as weapons

Getting choked? Bite. Getting held down? Bite. Jeok Bong I know you're new but please just bite her

MS SO IS BACK WOOHOO AND WONG IS GONE BOY GETCHA VAMPIRE LOOKIN-AHH OUT OF HERE

(he was kinda cool though)

oh damnit I forgot about the other Chinese counters

WAHOO MS CHU AND MS SO APPRECIATION

Chairman Choi you better thank Mun for saving you from that bullet

mo tak coming in with the tango disc pop off king

MS CHU WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU

CHAIRMAN CHOI IS SIMPING REAL HARD RN

DAMN ARE THEY GOOD AT DANCE

oh no jeok-Bong are you good

my poor baby noo

GELLY YOU DESERVED THAT I DIDN'T EVEN REALISE YOUR EYE WAS GONE BUT HELL IF YOU DESERVED IT

Pil Kwang why are you naked Pil Kwang why are you naked I don't care you just got out of the bath WHY ARE YOU NAKED PIL KWANG WHY ARE YOU

excuse me what is this wet monkey looking thing

you look like you smell of bin juice and petrol

STOP CORRUPTING MY MR. MA

STOP BREATHING IN HIS FACE TOO YOU'LL GIVE HIM BLACK LUNG

oh I really hope he doesn't get possessed but I have a very bad feeling he will

JEOK BONG WHERE ARE YOU

YOU BETTER NOT LEAVE ME NOOOO

GELLY YOU FURRY BASTARD YOU SCARED HIM

NOW HE FEELS WORTHLESS ASDAGFJGKGASHKHF

HE BETTER COME BACK

I swear if its because his pores are clogged that his power stopped working or because he got punched I will cry

Jeok-Bong's dad stop comparing your son, that happened to me and it was BAD

My poor baby UnU

SEONG-SIK YOU BASTARD

HOW DARE YOU PUT MY BABY IN DANGER

LEAVE HIM ALONE

LEAVE THE DAD ALONE TOO

ayo why does this man have so much blood in his nose

AHH HIS POWER CAME BACK

HE JUST HAD TO GET GUT IN THE NOSE AGAIN

HELL YEAH GET WRECKED YOU STINKY BASTARD

GET HIM BABY WAHOO

PUT COW DUNG ON THAT MAN

MMMMM Y'ALL IN YUNG BETTER BE CHEERING

WELL DONE JEOK-BONG

👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

TO ETERNAL OIL HELL WITH YOU EVIL SPIRIT

AWWW JONG-GUK ISNT MAD GOOD

WAIT HE'S 21?

I SMELL MORE BS IN THAT STATEMENT THAN JEOK-BONG DOES AT WORK GOSH DAMN

THE BIG BROTHER STATEMENT

Aww him and his dad are bonding again finally

This is so wholesome I'm going to cry

MHM UR MAKING YOUR DAD PROUD JEOK-BONG

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

No because tell me why Mun has such a good fashion sense

And Mo-Tak too

And Ha Na

All of them actually

Gelly I regret to tell you but that steak is raw

I hope you get food poisoning

STOP MAKING CONNECTIONS DAMNIT

LEAVE MR MA ALONE

NOO IT'S THE EVIL OIL DEMON THING

LEAVE HIM ALONE

YOU AND YOUR MONKEY SOUNDING VOICE BETTER SINK BACK INTO THE OIL OCEAN

Mo-Tak please relax you're like three 9 year-olds in a trench coat

KWANG AND GELLY

YOU BASTARDS

EVIL OIL DEMON STUPID

LEAVE MY MR. MA OUT OF THIS

HOW DARE THE EPISODE END THERE

#the uncanny counter #uncanny counter 2 #uncanny counter thoughts #uncanny counter #ga mo tak #spoiler alert #chu mae ok #so mun #Na jeok bong #ma ju seok #ooc post #counter punch #the uncanny counter 2: counter punch

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peppermint2d · 4 years ago

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F#$%ing uh, Calm after the Storm cuz the Storm Thing

It's 2D's birthday today, so enjoy another chapter!

Ch.1 in case you missed it

Chapter 2:

When you come to again, you see that the movie was indeed paused from what you last remember. Since he is in the basement, it was still dark inside 2D's room. You could see his sleeping form on his bed, lightly snoring with each inhale. It was still cold, but you promised to give the jacket back, so you gently lay it on top of him. You leave his room, hearing Noodle giggle far away.

There were no windows in the hallway, so you again relied on the walls for help and tried to follow the noises of Noodle in the kitchen. Climbing two flights of stairs in the dark is easier than it sounds, especially since as you reached the upper floor, the windows helped a little. It was still storming outside, but at least outside was brighter, even if by only a small amount.

As you walk into the kitchen, you hear the hiss of the stove releasing gas and see Noodle with a pack of matches. As she strikes one, you tackle her, and the air above you catches fire, burning your arm that you put up the shield both of you. "Ah fuck!" Tears well up in your eyes.

Noodle quickly squirms out from your grasp and puts a pan on the now lit stove. All that for breakfast? You check your arm and see a blister forming. There is no ice in the fridge since it all melted, so you wet a towel and hold it on the burn. Noodle shoos you away from the sink and fridge, removing butter, potatoes, and pancake mix from the cabinets. "Batā daijōbu? Bīgandesu ka?" She asked, holding up the butter.

"Sure, anything is fine."

She nods and quickly whips up breakfast for both of you and enough extras for the rest of the band. She sits on the island counter next to you. "Thank you for breakfast." You push the food around as you attempt to eat with one hand.

She hums questioningly and points to her left arm, your injured one.

You show her the burn. "It will heal, thanks for asking."

"What will heal?" Russel enters and starts getting his plate of food.

"My arm. Burnt it just now."

He sets a water kettle on the still-lit stove. "How bad?"

"Second degree, I think." You remove the towel to show him.

He grimaces. "Great way to wake up in the morning. Joe?"

"Who's Joe?"

Russel broke out into a sly grin. "Joe Mama. But a cup of joe, coffee?"

"BOO! Russel, boo. I can't believe I fell for that." You accept his consolation prize and he makes coffee for both of you. Noodle reaches for one, but Russel lightly smacks her hand away. "None 'til you're older."

Noodle lets out a quick string of angry Japanese.

"Say all you want but ain't getting none of this 'til you're at least 15."

"I can't believe she is so young. She's the one who made breakfast. Plus, she already is so talented with the guitar!"

"And vocals." As soon as Russel says that, he blushes. "Pretend I never said that."

"She does vocals on the new album? Come on, Russel! You can't just let that slip and not answer my questions!!"

"Can and will. Ey Noodle, Where's your napkin?"

Noodle paused in the middle of wiping her maple syrup on her sleeve. Russel sighed and got her a napkin. "You were saying about her maturity?"

You both share a laugh. "When do you think this storm will end?" You ask Russel.

"Dunno. It's always storming over Kong, at least."

"Do you like it here?"

"Don't hate it. I do enjoy makin music, but the whole kidnapped thing wasn't ideal." You both chuckled again.

"Yeah, I bet. I'm going to be having nightmares of Murdoc kidnapping me now."

"Murdoc doing anything is highly unlikely" Russel's deep laughter boomed throughout the room.

"Oi! I do stuff! I do lots of stuff." Murdoc wiggled his eyebrows. He takes the rest of the food.

"Hey! Leave some for 2D!" You protest.

"If the faceache wanted some, he should have woken up earlier." He sneered back, drenching his plate of pancakes in syrup and fried potatoes with ketchup. He poured the rest of the coffee for himself. There was too much for one cup, so he got out two mugs, filled both, and drank from both. What an asshole.

You looked at your own plate. You were too busy tending to your arm and talking to Russel to really eat anything, aside from a piece of potato. You were starving from not having any dinner. But you were the reason 2D stayed up and therefore didn't get up on time. You sighed and took your plate downstairs. "Thanks again for breakfast, Noodle!" You call behind you.

You set the food on the floor so you could knock on the door. Like a poor replay of last night, you had to knock again louder. Frustrated, you shout "2D!" You hear movement on the other side of the door and pick up the food.

"Ah!" A loud thump proceeds the opening of his door and you see him rubbing his chin as he opens it for you.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, I jus tripped. Can't really see well at night. Although I guess it mornin now innit?" He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stepped out of the way for you to join him, relighting the candle from last night. "Oh! Yew brought me breakfast? I'm starvin. Wouldda fought that Murdoc ate it all before I got any."

"He kinda did" You admit sheepishly.

"But then how'd yew get dis?" He sat on his bright yellow chair and started to eat vigorously.

"A magician never reveals their secrets."

"YEW DO MAGIC?"

"No D, it's an idiom." He looked confused. "Like raining cats and dogs?"

He swallowed his bite before speaking: "That doesn seem safe."

As you're about to laugh, your stomach starts to growl, causing you to turn bright red.

2D frowns. "This was yours?" You nod. "Well, now yew gotta take some. Yew didn efen 'ave dinna!"

"Nah, 2D it's yours, come on you said you were starving!"

"Eh, don tell 'er I said so, but Noodle's cookin can be off. I don like fese potatoes anyway, would yew-"

"Yes." You sit on the ground by him and he hands you what's left of them. You both sit in companionable silence. Normally, you observe everything as information for your articles, but here, there is nothing to record. Eating is a very intimate act. It's private. It leaves you vulnerable. One does not eat comfortably with strangers. There is an inherent agreement made when eating, a promise of safety and companionship. You don't think 2D values this moment as much as you do, you were waxing poetic while he sticks his tongue out as he struggles to cut a part of his pancake. Even though his struggles may suggest otherwise, he is meticulous while eating, taking extra caution to not allow any syrup to drip while he eats.

"Yew still 'ungry?" He nodded towards your empty plate. "Cuz yew'fe been lookin at me eat, and there's plenty pancake left."

"No, uh, I'll live." You flush, you keep forgetting about his eyes.

"Good! Wouldn't want yew dyin." He grins, showing off his missing teeth. You look around his room while he finishes. It wasn't exactly a mess, but it was not orderly. Clothes littered the floor, but the room felt lived in and as homey as a basement could get.

"Do you like living in the basement?" You ask him as he collects the plates into a stack.

"Didn't 'ave much of a choice. Murdoc put me 'ere before Russ n Noodle showed up. Gets a bit drafty fough."

This would be nice for your article. "Was this even a room initially? Or did Murdoc just put up a wall?"

"I dunno. I fink 'e jus put somefin up since I can see ofer dis wall 'ere if I get up 'igh enough." He opens his door and takes the plates with him. "Can yew blow out the candle? I don wanna bring it upstairs since Murdoc would probably take it for 'imself. Yew can grab onto the back of me shirt if you need 'elp navigatin. Not that I can see where I'm goin eifer."

You do ask he asks and grab onto his yellow tee. "I would offa yew me 'and, but..."

"They're full. Don't worry, this is helping loads."

He just hums in response as he leads you up the stairs, through the carpark, and up more stairs to the kitchen. When you finally reach the kitchen, your hand still holding the warm material of 2D's shirt. Russel hears you two enter and looks above the book he was reading --Wuthering Heights-- to raise an eyebrow at your position which must have looked a lot more suggestive than it actually was. You were in the basement alone with 2D for an hour at least and as an investigative journalist, you could understand better than anyone why it looked suspicious. You deeply flush, feeling the heat reach the tips of your ears. 2D apparently did not catch Russel's expression, leading you to the sink, where he washed the plates while you still held onto him. You didn't need to, you could see just fine now.

Russel sniggered, "I guess your arm's feeling better now, huh?" His sly smile hinting that he thinks he knows, incorrectly as it may be, why you are suddenly so close to 2D.

"Your arm's 'urtin?! Why didn yew say anyfin last night?" 2D turns towards you frantically, grabbing the arm that was holding his shirt, turning it around, trying to find the injury.

"Last night? Damn." Russel is chuckling on the couch, shaking his head. "2D, you have been ploughing through too many girls recently."

This piqued your interest. A new development for your article.

"I'm- I'm- I'm strugglin Russ, yew know dis. Besides, we didn efen do anyfin! We jus watched Dawn of the Dead!" He shakes his head vigorously, waving his arms.

"It starts with Dawn of the Dead..."

"ANYWAY! 'ow did yew 'urt your arm?" 2D harshly changes the subject, Russel fully laughing at this point.

You barely manage to mumble: "Burnt it." Russel's teasing really embarrassed you.

"On the candle?" He still looked so concerned, as if he was the one to hurt you.

"This morning. Not your fault, D." He visibly relaxed at that.

"Plus, it's this arm." You held up your left arm, the angry, sickly yellow blister facing him.

"'ow could I 'ave missed this! Oi, love, why 'aven't yew bandaged this? Does it 'urt still? Did yew put ointment on it?"

"Yo, 2D, chill, let her breathe!" Russel shouted from across the room.

2D flinched in surprise. "Sorry."

You smile and giggle, their concern for you was so cute. "I'm fine. It hurts to move and if anything touches it, it's agony, but really no need to fret."

"We keep a first aid kit in the studio because of, uh, Murdoc. I can patch yew up." He takes your uninjured hand and leads you down to the ground floor and into a cluttered studio. You grimaced at the pelt on the floor.

2D noticed your refusal to step on it. "Yeah, 'm not a big fan of it meself." He digs through a discarded box. "'ere's the kit! Come 'ere, I'll make yew feel be'er."

He rifles through the extensive kit, packed with anything an EMT team may need, including a mini lamp, which he turns on. "Oh! 'ere it is! Alooe Veera soofin cream!" He terribly mispronounces the name. "'ere are some bandages too, I'll wrap yew up afta."

You sat by his side on the floor as he tenderly took your injured arm and inspected it. "I fink dis may scar."

"If it does, then I'll always have something to remember this by. Plus, Noodle would feel so guilty, I'd probably get tickets to all of your concerts." You joke, but 2D's concern didn't seem to waver.

He laid it on his lap while he put some cream on his fingers. "Dis may 'urt a wee bit." He started on the outside of your burn, gently rubbing in the cream, the soothing lotion and soft touches caused you to sigh and relax into 2D's shoulder. Again, he smelled of cigarettes and cedar and his vanilla-scented candle still lingered in his shirt. He was bony so that you could feel his shoulder blade and clavicle, but it was not uncomfortable in the slightest. You could feel his muscles move as he tended to you and if this continued any longer, you would have fallen asleep.

He brushes against the blister unexpectedly and you yelp, yanking back your arm. "I need you to stay still, love." You grumble and tuck your head back into his shoulder, relaxing into him again. He continues with the cream, taking extra care with the blister, pausing when you sharply inhale. "I'll bandage yew up right proper, I will." He whispers, mainly to himself.

As soon as the rough gauze touches your blister, you whimper. "Jus stay good for a few more minutes, yeah?"

"This is hurting more than the actual burn."

"Sorry, love. Uh, lemme know if dis is too tight or loose." He begins to wrap the bandage around your forearm.

"Tighter, please." He pauses and tries again.

"Tighter." He tugs on them even harder.

"Tighter."

"Yew sure? I fink your fingers are turnin red." He was right, they were showing signs of lack of blood flow.

"Please, D? I don't want it to come undone and have to do this again."

He follows your wishes and finishes tieing it up with a bow. "There, all done! If it still 'urts bad, I could give yew some of me painkillers?"

"I could do with some ibuprofen maybe. What do you have?"

"Perscriptions. Nefer wifout em!" His smile didn't quite reach his eyes and you could tell that it was just a cover. You give him a sympathetic smile, you couldn't blame him for being addicted. His smile falls. "Yew won't put that in your article, will yew?"

"Of course not, D! Nothing without your permission gets published, I'll even send you my rough draft for you to OK." You stand up and reach out your good arm to help him up too.

He is lighter than you expected as you yank him up beside you. "Yew don 'ave to do that. I doubt I could efen understand what yew write."

"Oh please, you're very intelligent!"

"Not since I fell on me 'ead, I 'aven't been." He deeply sighs. Then, he shakes his head. "Well, dis is where the magic 'appens! I could give yew a tour?"

You follow his lead and decide to stop talking about his past, but that doesn't mean you have to stop wondering what made this ray of sunshine so sad. He takes you around the space, explaining what each machine does and how it was used on the EP, sometimes complaining how one of them didn't work properly or how it didn't make it into the final versions of the songs. When you reach the keyboards, he practically glows when talking about them, their names (yes, he named his keyboards), which sounds are unique to each, and which ones are the stubborn ones. "Dis one 'as a very stiff F4, could nefer play that note." He pulls down his favourite from the shelf and plays "The Entertainer" beautifully. It would have rude to not applaud.

"And that's the recording boof. I don quite like 'ow claustrophobic it makes me. The sound spikes are scary, too. No good memories in there." He takes the lamp with him as he walks to the door. He holds out his hand for you to take, even though you can see where you are going now. But who are you to say no?

You reach out to take his hand, his being quite a bit bigger than yours. He leads you out the door and through the winding hallways of Kong. Even with his lamp, the place still reminds you a bit of a maze. You hear Russel's deep timbre coming down the kitchen's stairs and you remembered your interaction with him earlier and wondered how it would have been if he'd seen how you still held 2D's hand. 2D led you back down the stairs, through the car park, and down the stairs again. with each step the two of you took down, the darker the space around you got. That was the cons of a basement, you supposed. Once you were both back in his room, he placed the lamp over on a desk.

"Okay, ibuprofen right? I fink I got somethin like tha."

He let go of your hand to open the drawer at his desk, revealing many, many, bottles of pills. You tried to pretend you weren't looking over his shoulder at them all, but you were pretty sure he knew you were. He didn't address it, instead pulling out a specific bottle and pushing the door shut. He held it up close in front of his face, and you watched as he squinted just slightly to read the label.

"'ere we go! Dis should work."

He popped the top of the bottle and dumped quite a large amount on his hand before holding it out to you. You stared for a moment at the pile of pills in his hand before reaching out and grabbing just 2. He blinked, and slowly put the rest of the pills back in the bottle, then dropped it back in the drawer.

"Thanks, 2D. This'll help loads." You smiled up at him. He just smiled back.

You took both pills, faced with the fact you had no water to swallow them down with. It wasn't the biggest deal, but you never were good at swallowing pills, so the bitter medicine dissolved slightly on your tongue before it was gone.

"Blegh." you stuck your tongue out and scrunched your face up, that bitter taste causing you to cringe. You heard 2D laugh at your reaction. "Hey! Rude." You said, but you were smiling too.

"Sorry," he laughed a little again, "Les go get you somfin to drink, yeah?"

"Um, yeah. please."

He starts to lead you back to the kitchen. Your whole time at Kong has been dealing with these blasted stairs. "What yew want to drink?" 2D asks as you reach the car park.

"Got any more soda from last night?"

"No, fresh out, Noodle finished it while yew were asleep."

"Juice?"

"Yeah! We may 'ave some Orange Juice left."

"If it was in the fridge it would have gone bad by now because of the power."

2D sighed. "Then all we gots is water and Murdoc's alcohol supply." You were about to go up the stairs to the kitchen and pause.

"You know any good cocktails, D?" You smiled slyly. Sure, it may only be after lunchtime, but with the clocks out, who really knows what time it is.

"I normally jus drink straight from the bottle." His smile returns your energy, so you turn around and start heading to the Winnebago.

The air starts to turn sour, and you could feel it sticking to your face. When you inhale, it burns your nose and stays in the back of your throat. The stench of death and rot. Of alcohol, sweat, weed, and sex. Of an overuse of Axe bodyspray. You didn't think you would see a grown man cry today, but as you two approached the Winnebago, 2D's eyes watered in a way that could only be described as a constant stream of tears.

"What happened here? Do you think Murdoc's okay?" As you open your mouth to speak, you could feel the stench seep in and can almost taste the putridness.

2D coughed "'e's probably more than okay." He knocked on the flimsy door.

The opening of the door unleashed a plume of stank upon you and 2D. You were expecting Murdoc to greet you, but your eyes lowered until they saw what you could only describe as a zombie in a maid outfit. That was definitely making the article. It gurgled and turned away. A second later, Murdoc appeared, topless. "Hey, Love! Finally come to your sense, eh?" He saw 2D and grumbled, "Ah, why'd you bring dents for eyes? I promised myself I wouldn't make that dream a reality. Besides, my bed's only got room for two." Murdoc leered at you, outlining your body with his eyes. 2D coughed and stood in front of you, causing Murdoc to lean back and cross his arms. "You're blocking her view of all this." He gestured to himself.

"Not to dis one, Murdoc. Not again. We're only 'ere for your booze." His hands balled into fists. You didn't need 2D to speak to Murdoc for you, but you sense something deeper going on here.

Murdoc turned for a sec and grabbed a bottle behind him. "Here you go, Face Ache. It's weak enough for you to stomach, lightweight. And if she," He points at you, "comes to me begging for a shag, later on, then we will both know that you're the issue."

2D takes the bottle and mumbles bastard under his breath. Murdoc leans against the doorframe and grins, cockily, watching you leave. The farther you get away from the Winnebago, the clearer the air looks. "Ah, I can feel my nose again! That stank, right D?"

"Yeah, wha'ever." He didn't look at you, his head tilted down so you guessed he was looking at the floor. He was hunched over and held the alcohol with white knuckles.

"You okay, 2D?" You put your hand on his shoulder.

He shrugged you off. "I jus wanna down dis bottle and forget everyfin 'til tomorrow at least."

You follow him silently back to his room, straying behind so that you were barely within the light from 2D's lamp. He disappeared through the door, leaving you in the dark as you fumbled down the last steps. You find him flopped face down onto the bed, his arms and legs splayed across the whole mattress. You gingerly pick up one of his legs and move it so you can sit on the bed beside him.

"You know I would never sleep with Murdoc, right?"

2D grumbled and opened the bottle, taking a huge swing, not fazed at all. He passed it over to you and you read the label. It was named Satan's Piss and had a cartoon devil on the front. Its main feature was its ABV of 50%, 10% more than vodka. You take a considerably smaller sip and cough, cringing at the strength, causing 2D to snort. At least one of you is getting something out of this.

"Wouldn't be the first time someone's left me for 'im." 2D pulled his limbs in a rolled over so that his stomach was touching your back, his legs close to your side. He leaned on one elbow, purposefully not looking at you. You turned slightly so you could watch him. "I don fink I could efer forgive Murdoc for what 'e did. I 'ad a bird and she and I were togefer efen before I lost me eyes, which I also 'ate Murdoc for, but that's a different story. Dis bird 'elped me frough me recovery and efen joined the band after I became the singer. The guitarist before Noodle." He paused and reached out for the bottle, which you handed to him. He took another huge drink and use wiping his mouth as an excuse to rub his eyes as well. "Well, anyway, Russ found 'er one day in the toilets wif Murdoc, givin 'im a blow job. 'e broke Murdoc's nose, that's why it looks so screwed up." He chuckled a little at that and took another drink. "After that, I tried to use other girls as a way of lessenin the pain. It's what Russel was talkin about in the kitchen. I actually 'ad plans wif a bird for this weekend, but well." He sheepishly looked up at you. "I 'ad dated Rachel Stevens for a bit, but Murdoc scared 'er off. Not the first time it's 'appened eifer. 'e's ruined everyfin for me recently." He ended his speech by finishing half of the bottle and handing it back to you.

"Oh, D. I'm so sorry. Paula, she didn't deserve you." You put your uninjured hand on his shoulder and he looked up at you. From the light of the lantern, you could see that his face was wet.

"She said it was me fault she got wif Murdoc. That she was tired of dealin wif me in me comatose state and that I was too fick efen after I came too. And I know I should blame 'er, but I just can't bring meself to 'ating 'er. I loved 'er, you know? Loved 'er proper." As he was speaking, staring at his hands, you drank some of the alcohol, it really starting to affect you.

Your hand started to move up from his shoulder to his hair, slowly running your fingers through the blue. It looked so pointy, you expected it to be brittle with hair gel or something, but his hair was so smooth and soft, albeit a bit messy. When you touched it, he flinched, but as you continued to brush your hand through, he relaxed and moved into the touch. You didn't stop combing through his hair, loving the way the blue fluff would part on your behalf. As you pet his hair, you could feel him begin to cry, his face in his hands, his shoulders heaving, his breathing unsteady. You heard sniffles and choked whimpers, so you made an effort to prevent any stray hairs from falling onto his face, lest it gets wet. You tasted alcohol as you drank some more to distract you from crying too: 2D didn't need that right now. All you saw was a defeated, broken boy who needed so much more love than anyone could give him.

You put the bottle on the floor and lifted 2D by his shoulders with your good arm, pulling him up into a sitting position with you. He didn't complain, only removed his hands from his black eyes, revealing them to be overflowing with tears and had a vague look of confusion. Then you hugged him, pulling his body close, feeling the heat of him through his clothes, hurting when his ribs would expand only to push out the air as a muffled cry. As if you two had done this a thousand times before, he tucked his head into your neck and it fits perfectly. His hair tickled your face and you continued to run your fingers through it. "It's alright. I'm here. I won't let you go." You whispered repeatedly while your friend conveyed every once of his devastation in tears.

After he calmed a little, he lifted his face from your neck. You could feel how wet it was from his tears and snot, but you didn't really mind. You stopped touching his hair, instead you cupped his cheek with your hand, brushing away stray tears with your thumb.

"S-sorry," He hiccuped, "for crying on yew." He looked up at you, his empty eyes rimmed red and you lost some part of yourself to him then.

You continued to stroke his cheek. "Sh, don't apologize, you're perfect."

His arm that used to lay limply over your shoulder while you were comforting him moved slowly, until it rested at the nape of your neck, tangling itself into your hair. He searched your face for any signs of opposition, but upon receiving none, he pulled your lips to his.

You have never had a worse headache or case of cottonmouth. Luckily it was still night, the noises of nocturnal life just outside, so you didn't have to bother with bright lights. You started to stir, but couldn't move half of your body. Looking over, you saw that 2D had wrapped his arms around your unburnt arm and that one of his long legs hooked around you, essentially trapping you. Had you fallen asleep like this? "Please be wearing clothes, please," You whisper. You saw that you were both fully clothed and let out a sigh of relief. You couldn't remember for the life of you what may have caused this. The last thing you could recall was Paula, the bitch.

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