#also all I have eaten all day was a couple of bites of ramen and spoons of brigadeiro

[boyapologist]

my dad was an asshole to me about my life plans again and now I'm suicidal. great!

[violettelueur]

ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + RYŌMEN SUKUNA || WITH A CHUBBY S/O

| featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sakuna from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors and a lot of my side comments

| form : headcanons

| published : 23 november

| request : Hello! I would like to order jujutsu kaisen headcanons? Can I please have a large “itadori, megumi, gojo, and sukuna with a chubby s/o”? Thank you!

| barista’s notes : hiya! it is now 2:15am in the uk and now the end of my night shift ʕ·ᴥ·˵　ʔ i wanted to remind you guys that all of you are beautiful in every way, no matter what body type you have and like i will say on one of the headcanons, i believe the only time we get to judge someone is by their character once we truly get to know them (if you disagree then please don’t bash me on this - i got a few comments once i said this out loud to someone ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ) but i hope you enjoy this cup of classic black coffee and please come again soon! goodnight everyone, get some good rest all of you! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

ITADORI YUJI:

To be honest, I don’t think any of the boys will care that you are chubby - each and every one of us is beautiful physically, it’s our character that should be perceived in my opinion.

I don’t think Itadori would even mention about your chubbiness at all, but rather he would appreciate the little things that you do that intrigued him.

Like the way you write so neatly or the way, you would eat fish.

It’s the little things that he appreciates about you rather than your physical appearance.

However, if you were to comment about how you looked negatively, Itadori will immediately say the opposite because he genuinely knows that you are beautiful inside and out.

“Why am I so ugly? Ughh”

“Babe, stop, stop, stop, you are the most beautiful, caring and loving person I know. Please don’t put yourself down like that ever!”

Most likely, you would crush him into a hug because what he just said is the sweetest thing in the whole world - girl I would lowkey breakdown and cry, like….ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ

This boy will also feed you a lot of foods that had been introduced to him in Tokyo - this boy went on a food tour since he got to the capital.

Beef, sushi, burger, ramen, udon, you name it, he is taking you there to eat.

Of course, he would introduce you to them slowly because he knows that you have some likes and dislikes to food like any other person.

“Babe, this ramen is really good, the broth is so rich and the noodles are so chewy”

“Babe, you should try this waffle, it’s really good and sweet”

To be honest, he loves it when you wear his jumpers because no matter what you would look cute with whatever body type you have.

You just look so cuddly to him.

In conclusion; don’t worry how he thinks about you physically because to be completely honest, he really doesn’t care one single bit. 

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI:

Like I said before, he really doesn’t care what you look like physically if you have an unshakeable character, there is nothing more he could ask for remember?

To be honest, I think he really likes the fact that you are a bit on the chubby side - you’re basically the perfect pillow for him hehe~

He really likes to cuddle you and feel the warmth that is emitted from you, he just feels really safe in your arms and if you are in his arms, he feels like he is protecting you from the world.

At the end of missions, the team realises that he scrolls on his phone quite a bit more than he usually does, making them wonder what he was doing.

Basically, he texting you, asking if you have eaten or not making sure that you weren’t doing some stupid diet that you found on the internet.

If you haven’t eaten, he would order takeout when he would finish his own meal with his team and maybe add a few snacks here and there.

If you have eaten, Fushiguro will most likely ask for a photo of the meal that you have eaten or a picture of the dishes in the sink or on the drying rack.

Yes, man needs evidence - he really cares about you, you know, it’s really sweet.

There are also times where you would put on an outfit and just stare blankly at the mirror, leading to Fushiguro to quickly say something before you fill your mind with downgrading comments - girl if I slap that head of yours….

“You look really beautiful today,”

And he would look at you in the eye when he says this to you.

Those little comments he says to you really put you in a better mood even though he thinks they don’t make much of a difference.

He’s just saying what is on his mind - he really does find you beautiful. You are beautiful to him.

Overall, expect him to say little compliments every now and then as well as a lot of text messages - he’s just checking up on you, you better reply soon before he spams you.

 GOJO SATORU:

This man doesn't really give a damn on what you look like - no matter what he would still tease you to no end still.

He would come back with a lot of sweet souvenirs to share with you since he knows that sweets with a cup of tea really hits the both of you after an exhausting day.

He would always let you pick first on what you want to eat first and on the sidelines would comment on what he would recommend you trying if it’s the first time you tried one of the snacks he bought home.

He really likes to see you eat as you would always have that small smile once you take a bite on what you’re eating - if you are happy, he is happy.

If you comment on anything that you hate about your body, he would place a few cheeky kisses on the area that you have commented - it really doesn’t matter what area you are talking about mate.

“Are my hips too wide? Should I get a waist trainer?”

“Babe come here right now...”

And he would say that in a very stern tone - so you better go to him sweetheart before he drags you to him.

Expect a lot of cafe/dessert place dates with him, once again he would introduce you to his favourite flavours and he would buy your favourite flavours as well to try for himself.

You two seem like the couple that would share a milkshake - you know like the retro 90s theme cafe with the tall glass.

If anyone tries to say something about your appearance, I don’t think they would have the chance to even say what they would have said since they would feel knives being pointed at their heads or back - aka Gojo’s death stare with his shiny blue eyes.

In conclusion: he would kiss any part of your body that you hate and keep reminding you that you are beautiful in any way but feeding you sweets because why the hell not.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

Sukuna, Sukuna, Sukuna, this man will be the death of me.

I think he would be a little aggressive when he tells you not to worry about his appearance.

Like if you say something that is completely negative about yourself, he would grab your chin and make you face him.

He would probably have an irritated tone as he reminds you that he isn’t with you because of how you look, but who you are as a person.

“Stop saying that you’re ugly, you are a sight to behold, anyone that what’s looks at you should ask for permission first before they are blessed with the sight of you”

Girlllllll, I’m blushingggggggg~

You interest him because you have an interesting and captivating personality and to be honest, I have an idea that he loves the fact that you are chubby.

Because that means he has more areas to mark you as his hehe~

You know that Sukuna’s love language is physical touch/affection, so he would just love to touch your body with no hesitation - probably roams his hands around as well

During a makeout, don’t be surprised when he would grip some part of your body - most likely your thigh, hip, neck, face, basically anywhere at this point.

He would probably leave a lot of open kisses upon your skin as a way to physically tell you that he loves all parts of you.

Sometimes, he would probably make you wear the other layer of his kimono because you would look so adorable and mostly like delicious to him - HAHAHA WHAT DID I JUST TYPE?!

If the both of you are cuddling, Sukuna will most likely caress any part of your body or trace his finger on your skin to feel every bump and trace every stretch marks before telling you that are you beautiful.

In conclusion; Sukuna will tell you physically on how much he loves your body and how much he really worships it (well...he won’t admit it but you can slowly tell over him)

[burntmcnuggies]

My Sweet Love

Dabi x Sweet Reader

Request: Hey!💗Сan I, please, have a girlfriend for Dabi who likes sweets? Candy, cakes, berries, stuff like that. And she always leaves some sweets for Dabi, because she knows that he will come to her apartment, even if she is not at home. And basically she leaves quite a lot of food for him. Thank you💗

warnings: none, just a fluffy story with a bit of angst at the end inspired by the latest manga chapters! Also my apologies for making it a bit angsty, I was in a mood haha

Word Count: 2.8K

There they were again.

The endless amount of sweets stacked upon the kitchen table for the flame-quirked villain.

Why you left so many sweets out for him was beyond his own comprehension. He couldn't even understand why you weren't a human cupcake by now with how many sweets you’d been leaving him lately. He's seen those videos you’ve shown him of 'is it cake?' and sadly watched people stab each other with forks or some other stupid shit. He's warned you before that if you ever approached him with a fork, he would burn you to a crisp. A sigh escaped his soft and wrinkly lips once he noticed there wasn't any real food around for him. The ebony-haired villain approached the pile of sweets for him, carefully picking up the small little note beside it, cringing at the silly nickname he loved but hated at the same time.

'Hey dabeebee! I left you some sweets because you are the sweetest thing in my life! :3 I know you'll probably complain looking for real food, I have hidden all of it outside just for you! If you want soba I left a pot out on the stove for you to use and put some water in it.

I love you so much dabeebee! <3

~(Y/N) : )

"Cheesy little shit..." He mumbled, searching around for some cheap booze. Of course, you had none in your possession, judging by you were only 21 and an innocent cautious adult. He sighed and finally stumbled upon a pack of instant ramen, forgetting the pot for soba on the stove deeming it too much work. He put it in the microwave and heated it up, watching the little plastic cup spin around. He took it out and slurped the noodles in the cup, savoring the flavor in his mouth. The heated food made his whole body slump in relaxation. Working for the league was tiring, and he’d lazily complained multiple times to you about it. He’d groan Shigaraki was being a spoiled little child, and get angry when he was forced to work with Geten. Ever since he came to you after their first battle, he had despised the ice-user.

Winter was when he became the most sensitive. Emotionally.

For whatever reason the villain would come visit you more often in the winter, struggling to concentrate whenever he was with you. It was like his mind was somewhere else, somewhere that made him sad. Hot cocoa always cheered him up in the slightest, something warm to melt the ice slowly starting to grow around his heart. Every time he saw you though, it all melted already, your soft voice and gentle touches taking away his pain. You were too sweet. “Stupid idiot...” He mumbled and finished his little cup of instant ramen. He strolled lazily up the stairs, a blank look on his face as he approached the door to your room. He stopped in front of the door and looked inside, pleased with the sight of you sleeping peacefully, unaware of his presence.

He stared at blankly, not a single thought running through his head as he began to shed his blemished jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Next came his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal more of the scarred flesh everyone always claimed to be disgusting. He easily removed his boots and pants, only left in his boxers. Pulling the covers back slightly, he eased himself into bed beside you, turquoise eyes burning holes into your slumbering form. His hand reached out towards your face, gently caressing it with what little was left of his humanity instead of scarred dead skin. “I hate you.” He whispered, not even bothering to speak the words he knew you already knew. A smile graced your lips feeling his touch, instantly knowing it was your lover due to the warmth radiating off of him.

His unspoken words lingered in the air as he pulled you closer towards him, refusing to let you go.

‘I hate you, because I love you so much.’

——

When you woke up and found Dabi in your bed, you couldn’t help but smile ear to ear seeing your handsome boyfriend snuggled against you. He barely got any good sleep, so you wanted him to sleep as long as he could. He was a light sleeper, like extremely light. He briefly mentioned something in his past always kept him alert and on edge, having problems with insomnia and pain. You weren’t stupid. You knew the aspect of Dabi’s powerful quirk, and how much spreads through his body when he over uses his terrifying flames. Carefully easing yourself out of bed, kissing his head very very softly, you tip-toed down to the kitchen to see if Dabi had eaten any of your little experiments.

They were all sadly still there.

“Damnit! If he doesn’t eat something then I won’t know what to get him for his birthday... it’s in a couple days...” You announced to yourself, sighing heavily. It was true, putting the candy out was to get Dabi to reveal what kind of candy he liked, or flavor of cake, anything to give you the slightest hint on what he would enjoy! That was why you hid the food, you were hoping he would settle and eat what he wanted to. That wasn’t the case. “Tonight I’ll put some cake slices out and label them... maybe then! Maybe then he’ll choose one!” A sweet smile spread across your lips, putting all the candy away and putting all the normal food back. All the while unaware of a pair of ears that had been listening the whole time.

——

Dabi left early that morning, going off to do some villainous work before he approached your house in the middle of the night. It was around at least 2am when he arrived. His body ached, skin burning and smoking. Today had been especially rough, but the cool air that gently blew against his hot skin made him feel better. But the aching in his heart made him feel all the more hot with rage and anger. His memories plagued his mind briefly before he remembered what laid waiting for him at your house. That’s right. It was his birthday in a couple days. And the extremeness of your efforts was to figure out once and for all what his favorite sweet was. He just wasn’t a fan of sweets and preferred spicy foods.

“That idiot. Always such a hassle. Possibly worse than that crusty bastard.” He mumbled to himself, rubbing his scarred up neck gently. He didn’t understand himself how he could love someone who’s blood was probably 100% sugar and had a personality sweeter than that. He found your spare key easily, slipping the key into the lock and letting himself inside. As per usual, there were sweets on the table, cake to be exact. There were 5 different slices laid out, each labeled. He approached the neatly cut slices, bright pink flowery post it notes under them.

Vanilla! :D

Chocolate! :D

Red Velvet! :D

Lemon! :D

Cheesecake! :D

‘Good morning Dabeebee! :3

I’m sure it’s like past 1am or 2 or something, so good morning! I hope your day was okay <3 I missed you! I didn’t hide the food this time because you still found it last time! >:( But please try these cake slices! I made them all myself! I loooooove you! >///<

~(Y/N) :)

The dark haired villain rolled his eyes, sighing heavily as he shrugged off his heavy navy coat. He hung it up lazily so he wouldn’t make a mess or wake you and crossed his arms staring at the slices. His turquoise eyes observed each slice, lips set in a firm line as he thought about the textures and icing. His calloused hands grabbed onto the metal of a fork, hoping it wouldn’t melt at the heat his body was still emitting from his hard “work” of the day. A bite of each would be sure to satisfy you right? He dove the fork into the first slice, chocolate, and carefully placed the spongy sweet into his mouth. He recoiled. ‘It’s too sweet.’

As Dabi continued trying the sweets, the vanilla/yellow cake was probably his favorite, but he still didn’t want a cake. He didn’t really want anything for his birthday. Well, maybe to be dead, but that seemed unrealistic now. He sat down on the couch, mind now becoming hazy and foggy with depressing thoughts. His hands clasped together, blunt nails slowly digging into the top parts of his hands that weren’t scarred. The stables began to burn, almost like the first time they were in. His hands grew shaky, eyes blankly staring at the ground in a horrific daze. He didn’t even notice the way his breathing had turned unstable. The scars increased in heat, even though there were no more flames there to hurt him. His hazy eyes cast upwards and his whole entire world almost shattered.

The villain shot up and punched the TV in front of him as hard as he could, beating the screen senseless, panicking as he tried to rid his brain of the reflection that glared back at him. The mere sight and thought of red flames coming near him made his stomach sick with anxiety and fear, especially in the safety of your home. His eyes began to burn with tears, but sadly his tear ducts burned almost with his sanity a long time ago. His fists became bloody and bruised, body becoming numb to the sound of his name being called loudly. As soon as a hand made contact with his arm, he jerked around and swung at whatever had touched him, fearing the worst. That was when his heart shattered, eyes wide in fear once he realized he had just knocked you down to the floor.

“(Y/N)? Ah, shit.” He quickly kneeled down beside you and raised his shaky hands, scared to even touch you. There was a large mark on the side of your cheek, tears already built up in your eyes. Dabi’s chest heaved in and out heavily, eyes burning hard as blood leaked from under his stapled skin. Choked and held in sobs racked through his body like thunder. It hurt so much, it hurt that he couldn’t cry, it hurt to have a constant reminder of his past, reminders of his failure, and it hurt to know that he was unwanted and incapable of being loved by another human being. People saw him as a monster, a freak with no heart.

“You’ve failed me as a son, it’d been better if you weren’t even born.”

He let out a loud cry for help, even though the words never came from his mouth, the simple scream of pain was enough to convey his silent plea. His heart, his eyes, his skin, his stomach, his head, his chest, his lungs, everything hurt, a pain he couldn’t handle by himself. “FUCK!!” He shouted, blood dripping onto the floor with the crack of his broken voice. His whole body recoiled and flinched once he felt your soft hands gently caressing his scarred forearm. Why weren’t you leaving? Why weren’t you yelling at him? Why didn’t you hit him back? Why did you take his small abuse so quietly just like he did? Why were you just silently comforting him in the smallest way? “(Y/N)-“

“Shh, it’s okay now Dabi.” He flinched at your voice, firm yet soft, unwavering, no fear or disgust present at all. Just a loving tone for your significant other. Your hands gently pushed his forearms away from him, and you pulled him Into a tight hug, head buried into his neck. “There’s no need to cry, or fear anything... I’m here, Dabi... it’s okay... I’ve got you, honey.” His eyes widened at your sugary words, comforting him even though he’d just hit you. He inhaled your scent, shaking hands slowly resting against your back, squeezing you close with blood still dripping from his scarred cheeks. “Shh... there, there sweetheart, I’ve got you, and I’m never going to let you go okay...? I love you, Dabeebee.”

Love.

Such a big word you throw around so carelessly with him. Hearing such words always made him feel warm and happy inside. Something he missed out on, and had never experienced until he met you. Your poor excuse to cheer him up worked only a little, when he mumbled out an insult. “You’re so fuckin’ stupid you know that? I’m honestly shocked you’re still alive and I haven’t incinerated you yet...” His meaningless insults warmed your heart, your Dabi was slowly coming back. You ignored the harsh stinging of your cheek and focused solely on Dabi, and making him feel better. His breathing was slowly calming down, sniffling and wiping the blood that leaked from his abused burnt up tear ducts. “Do you feel better, Dabeebee?”

“What a stupid question to ask.” He mumbled and pulled away, composing himself briefly before he stared at you longingly. His beautiful turquoise eyes linger to your cheek stained red and he felt his heart break all over again. “Fuck, I’m... fuck I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” Now that was a rare sight to see, the Dabi apologizing to you? The man who swore to take out the super human society, the man who taunts heroes and kills, apologizing to you? A lowly civilian with a mediocre quirk not good enough to be recognized by society. “This isn’t like you, Dabi... what’s wrong my love? Does it have something to do with your birthday?” He didn’t reply, turquoise eyes just staring down at the floor with a dull gleam. It answered your question as you continued. “I’m sorry... you should’ve told me.”

“Shut up you sweet-loving psycho. It happens every year... this year’s just especially worse.” The villain lowly mumbled as he embraced you. The house was silent for a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the wind rustling outside and the heater turning back and forth. He finally spoke up after his racing heart had calmed. “...I promise, I’ll tell you everything one day. Now isn’t the right time.” That sent a small pang to your heart, after 2 years of dating and he still didn’t open up to you about his past. But god did you still love him with all of your heart. He slowly pulled his blood soaked face away from you, touching the streaks of irony red that flowed from his patchy purple scars. The next thing you knew his eyes were locked with yours, staring intently as if you were the only thing in the world to him. “Just know I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’ll burn them alive and see them in hell to kick their ass again. You’re... the first person to ever see me this vulnerable. Be lucky.”

You smiled. “That’s my Dabi...” Once your lips locked gently with his, the night faded away. Dabi held you tightly in his arms, not wanting to let you go, not wanting to let you slip through his fingers. His heart was still eating him alive at what he had done to you. He had never loved anyone more than he loved you. No one else would’ve accepted him, stayed with him, appreciated his company, love the way he looked even though he hated himself, and loved him for who he was. You didn’t see the evil in his heart, only the pain and rage that wouldn’t stop surfacing.

He hated doing this to you.

The city was in a panic, all evacuated from the Dangerous parts that villains had raided. Dabi had made sure you were somewhere where no one could hurt you. He’d told you to visit your parents a bit farther in Japan, promising he’d return. Of course your protested with a pout, you always did. He loved that too, always wanting to spend time with him. The inky black drops of dye fell off his naturally red hair stained white. His turquoise eyes burned with rage and excitement as he stared down at the man who’d ruined his life. He thought back to you, how you were witnessing his confession, his pain in the television, learning his identity. It hurt to not be there to comfort you, but he needed to do this. He was just happy he’d told you before he ended everything. To finally have closure in his heart.

His staples burned again, blood slowly falling from his scared skin.

*static*

“Now that you all know the truth...” His eyes locked with the camera. “I love you (Y/N). My Sweet Lover.” A pure loving smile. “Ill see you again.”

*static*

[stellar-starseed]

Closer Than That

Group: Stray Kids

Pairing: Changbin x reader, Jisung x reader, polyamory

Summary: Your best friends happen to be 3racha, but Changbin was your closest friend from childhood. When things start to take a different turn in your relationship, you’re left wondering which way is up.

Word Count: 2,280

Chapter: 14/14

Other Chapters: Master List

Warnings: 18+; sexual content, language

Chapter 14

Jisung moped around for months and avoided any group activity where you may be involved. He was miserable. He wasn’t able to get into any groove and his recent songs were all sad songs. One of the producers told Jisung to snap out of whatever his bullshit was. He resented that statement. But he also knew he couldn’t continue like this. He took off his headphones and shut down his computer. He needed to settle things.

You were so relieved to spend time away from everything. You hadn’t had time off of work in nearly a year. It was nice to spend a day at the beach with your boyfriend. After hours of playing and kissing and floating around in the water, you and Changbin laid on the sand covered blanket under the setting sun.

“Princess?” Changbin started. He was nervous and he didn’t want you to smell it on him.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you.” He said almost chickening out. He leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose. You giggled and told him you loved him back.

“I want to marry you.” He blurted out before he could think about it. He couldn’t look you in the eye and he played with the corner of the blanket. You were shocked as you looked up at him. A smile began to grow on your face slowly but oh so wide.

“I want to marry you too, my prince.” You poke his side.

“Ah,” He wiggled and couldn’t hold back his smile. “I know I should have a big ring for you, but I wanted your real ring to be perfect. So, maybe we can pick that one out together?” He pauses and you nod with a smile, biting at your lip trying to contain your excitement. “But I did get you something.” Changbin pulls out a ring with your birthstone and takes your hand. He begins to put it on your ring finger but stops and looks at you for approval. You laugh and nod. Changbin nods back, sighs, and slips the ring on your finger.

You immediately wrap your arms around him and kiss him. You fall back on the sandy towel and fight over who should be in control of the kiss.

Jisung stood at your door for a few minutes as he wondered if he should really be there. He didn’t deserve a chance just like Changbin said months before. He couldn’t handle it, he fucked up. He should’ve never been so hasty, giving you that letter. He should’ve sucked it up and stayed with you. He would rather have half your heart and feel your love than none of it. Just that thought crushed him.

“I miss you.” He said to the door in front of him. He was immediately embarrassed when your neighbors walked by smiling and waving. He waved and smiled as well. He knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again and looked down on his key ring. He didn’t have your key anymore. “Fuck!” He growled at himself and stormed off.

When Jisung returned to the dorms, Felix was the only one around. Jisung plopped down on the couch next to him. Felix offered a warm smile and pat Jisung’s thigh.

“No Felix approved baked goods?” Jisung questions. Felix chuckles.

“Not today, mate.” He shakes his head. “I think there might be some left over brownies. The guys went out before I finished making them yesterday. Not sure they knew they were there.”

“Good.” Jisung pushed himself off the couch and headed for the kitchen. He found a single brownie with a bite mark in it at the bottom of a very large container. He walked into the living room to show Felix.

“Who does this?” Jisung says as he grabs for the partially eaten sweet. He takes a bite and has a seat on the couch again.

“Are you eating your sorrows?” Felix questions. “You seem a tad mopey.” Jisung nods and continues eating with a pout.

“Do you want to help me make more?” Felix questions. Jisung thinks about it for a moment.

“Can we make cookies instead?” He asks with puppy dog eyes.

“Of course.” Felix says and he heads for the kitchen. Felix calls out directions to Jisung as he walks around the kitchen.

“I thought I was just going to watch.” Jisung grumbles.

“You said you would help.” Felix gives Jisung his brightest smile and pats him on the back. “You’re doing fantastic. These might be better than mine.” Jisung tried to hide his smile as he continued mixing what was turning into dough.

Several cookies and a romantic drama later, Jisung began to sigh and shift in his place.

“Wanna talk about it?” Felix caught on.

“I want to talk to her.” Jisung crossed his arms over his chest. “I need her to know how much I care. I don’t want it to end like this.”

“Didn’t you tell her how much you care in your letter?” Felix reached for a cookie.

“Stupid fucking letter.” Jisung’s head fell to his hands. “I want to tell her myself she means so much and I’d rather be with her than without her.”

“But I think the time passed for that right?”

“I thought so but the longer I wait the more excuse I give myself to say that.” Jisung stood up. “I want to go see her.”

“Isn’t that where you were? She’s not at home mate.”

“Right.” Jisung took a seat and sighed. “I’m going crazy. I need to talk to her to let her know before it really is over.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jisung.” Felix said solemnly.

“I have to try.”

“But what about her?” Felix said sternly. “What about Changbin? You hurt her. I’m sure you hurt him too.”

Jisung was surprised to hear this from Felix. Felix has always put things lightly and he was there for Jisung through this whole process. Hearing Felix take on a serious tone and defend the others almost made Jisung mad. His blood began to boil as he thought about his own pain through this.

“What do you know?” Jisung spat as he got up and left.

Felix sighed and shook his head. He put his half eaten cookie down and sat back on the couch. This wasn’t going to end well for Jisung and he didn’t want to stick around to see the car wreck this may become.

“Relationships suck.” Felix said to himself.

“Why do you think I don’t do them!” Chan chimes in and he turns the lights on.

“Except you’re always trying to get into Changbin and ______’s.” Felix laughed. “Everyone home?” He questions. Chan shakes his head.

“Just me and Jeongin who stopped for ramen.” Felix nodded.

“Hannie alright?” Chan plops down on the couch and offers candy to Felix who gladly takes a couple.

“I don’t think so, mate. He wants to tell her he still wants to be with her.”

“Seriously?” Chan sat up straight. “You know where Changbin is right now don’t you?”

“Fucking proposing, bro. I know. I tried to talk him out of it.”

Somehow Jisung snuck past Chan on his way out hearing Chan ask about him made him cringe. Everyone’s been walking on eggshells and he didn’t like it. He needed to end all of this once and for all. He hoped that if you gave him a chance, just listened to him, that you’d understand and want to fix things too.

Jisung waited outside your apartment until he saw your car pull up. He hoped harder than he had ever hoped before that Changbin wasn’t with you. The Gods must’ve been in his side tonight because Changbin was nowhere to be found when you walked up. Jisung took that as a sign he was doing the right thing. He was nervous but decided to shake it off because even the universe wanted him to be here.

“Hey, ______.” Jisung said. You were startled by him as you had been admiring the ring on your finger.

“Hey...” you were taken aback. “What are you doing here Jisung? Is everything okay?”

“No, it isn’t.” Jisung started. You immediately unlock your door and let him in. He didn’t look well. You got him a glass of water and sat next to him on the couch.

“Breathe.” You tell him. He does as you say.

“I love you, jagiya.” Jisung starts once he’s gained some composure.

“What? Well, I love you Jisung, but we’ve been down that road and I’m not going there again.”

“But I need you to know why.”

“You were pretty clear in your letter.”

“I was jealous.” He pleads. “I felt worthless.” His eyes fill with tears and he tries to reach for your hand when he notices the ring.

“Jisung, I can’t do this.” You pull away from him and stand up. “We had our chance. I asked you never to do that to me again. You promised me you would never just up and leave me like that. You fucking ghosted me Jisung. You did that.”

“Are you getting married?” He questioned.

“Yeah.” You smile down at your ring. You were going to have to get used to this. It seemed sudden, and then it didn’t. Everything about it felt right. Changbin was it. You looked up at Jisung.

“I should be thanking you. I realize what I have with Changbin, and I’m sorry if you ever felt anything but love from me. I really am, Jisung. I love you still. I just had to move on when you broke my heart.” You placed a hand on his cheek and rubbed your thumb over his soft skin. He leaned in to your touch and you gave him a sad smile.

“I hope you find someone who makes you feel the way Changbin makes me feel.”

Jisung returned your sad smile and you offered the couch in your studio to him. He gladly took it and fell fast asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

You sent Changbin a message letting him know what happened and where Jisung was. You decided to just head to bed since work probably wasn’t the best idea.

It was weird to think the attraction between you and Jisung was so intense from the very beginning. All just to fizzle out. It was weird to think of how he would fit in your life moving forward. But as you drifted off to sleep you started to realize you wouldn’t stop loving him as one of your best friends.

Changbin let himself into your apartment. He checked on Jisung who was peacefully sleeping and snuck into your room.

“Jagiya,” he whispered. “I’m here, Princess don’t try to kill me.”

“Binnie?” You whispered in your groggy sleep voice. He chuckled and affirmed with a hum. His arms found their way around your waist and you both settled in.

“Everyone knows about the engagement.” Changbin whispered.

“I knew you couldn’t keep it a secret.” You laughed.

It was Jisung’s turn to dream about you. He dreamt of that day you met in the café to make up. His dream wasn’t as vivid. It was very clearly a dream, but Jisung was ready to enjoy his moment with you.

He was sad when he was watching his dream from the outside, but as soon as you walked in he lit up. He saw his own face light up at the sight of you and he felt excitement all over again. He could smell you and he nearly tasted you in the kiss you shared before leaving the cafe altogether. Jisung heard himself promising you that he wouldn’t leave you like that again. ‘Never’ he told you.

Jisung woke up feeling the weight of his actions. He recalled Felix’s advice not to talk to you about his lingering feelings. He was just being selfish and he just began to realize it. The faint memories he had of his dream in an almost blurry faded state, made Jisung wonder if he had been living in a fantasy. He wasn’t fantasizing his love for you and he wasn’t fantasizing the loneliness he felt, but maybe he was expecting too much from it all. Nothing is perfect and maybe his relationship with you was as perfect as it could get. Maybe he made too much of the little jealousies and the bad feelings.

You woke up earlier than usual and decided to make breakfast for the two sleeping beauties like old times. You walked around the kitchen and began your work on a hearty breakfast.

“My Princess.” Changbin says next to your ear as he wraps his arms around you from behind. You smile and lean back into him. When Changbin starts in with kisses in your neck, you turn in his arms to kiss him. You feed him a sausage and smack his butt as he heads to sit down.

Jisung finally made his way out of the studio when you and Changbin were about half way through with your breakfast. You noticed Jisung’s form entering quietly and get up to fix his plate.

He smiles at you and takes a seat next to Changbin. He’s hesitant to start, but tries not to make things awkward.

“Like old times.” You smile at them. “I hope we can be okay, Jisung.”

“Of course.” He says with his mouth half full. “I’m sorry I made it awkward and I’m sorry that I hurt you. Both of you.”

“That you, Ji.” You walk around the breakfast counter to give him a tight hug.

“Thank you.” Changbin says seriously with a nod and pats Jisung’s back.

It wasn’t what you expected when you started dating your best friends, but you couldn’t really complain about how you ended up at this point. Things felt right.

———————————————————————————

I hope you enjoyed!

While this has come to an end there will likely be at least one deleted scene to come from this in the future.

Stay safe. Stay healthy. Stay golden. ♥️

[secretshinigami]

routine and soft eyes

Author: @hazblogs For: @beyondplusultra Pairings/Characters: nearmellomatt, mention of lawlight Rating/Warnings: T, mentions of Mello’s scar  Prompt: Wammy House kids sleepover (A, B, L can be included, can be AU) Author’s notes: I had so much fun with this !!! soft bois…. thank you to anyone who reads it !!

Mello is positively fuming. Someone (who shall not be named, though if you want to know it starts with “N” and ends with “-ate River”) just got on top of Forensic Science and Investigative Skills and History of Crime and the Justice System. Those are Mello’s topics. They’re the best at these and they always have been (in the two years they’ve studied here. But that’s long enough, right ?), so the fact that Mister Nobody just came in and stole their turf… That’s infuriating. To top it all off, the dean did them dirty and assigned someone to the second bed in their room, knowing full well that they need that second bed for Matt. This week is just a pile of flaming shit.

As they swing the door open they are greeted by the beeping sounds usually coming from Matt’s bed, a comforting electronic melody. Matt doesn’t even turn around to raise his middle finger to protest against how loud Mello is, but that’s also common practice around here, so no worries. 

“Heard you got your ass beat,” Matt says a while later, Mello’s hand carding through his strawberry-green hair. “By the newbie no less. How’re you taking it ?”

“Matt, my hand is dangerously close to your eyes and you need those to play on that stupid console. Better not risk it.”

“Like you’d ever hurt me,” Matt grumbles, and the certainty with which he speaks makes their heart pulse just a little faster. Mello is hopelessly in love, aren’t they ?

The rest of the evening is quiet save for that same musical background, a welcome white noise as Mello finishes their essay for Writing Comedy. The teacher seems to have some trouble with their rather macabre humour so they try to tone it down for once - rather unsuccessfully.

“Also heard you’ll have a roommate,” Matt continues a few hours later as they prepare for bed - gotta put some moisturiser on that scar like a damsel doing her skincare routine, the doctor said, “or you’ll experience how actually painful it can be”. Talk about being threatening…

“I heard. I can kick them out.” Mello would do it. Without remorse, even.

“I can sleep in your bed too,” Matt offers. “But only if you promise not to kick me out from under the covers every single night.”

“Okay, first of all, fuck off, and secondly, why the hell would I want someone else to room with me ? You’re already here. You’ve always been here.”

“And I always will be, Mels. Just… I think it’s time you get out of your shell a little bit, you know ? You can’t keep pretending that talking to me twice every day and ignoring Linda a couple times a week is enough friendly interaction for the little pea inside your coconut.” Mello turns away from the mirror, moisturiser in hand, and sends a glare to Matt who sighs and raises his hands in defeat. “Don’t say I didn’t try ! Think about it, okay, Mello ?”

They do think about it. The whole night. They don’t sleep - it’s not because Matt snores but that’s the excuse they’ll use. Ever since the accident and the scar, people have usually been too impressed - or scared - by them to even consider starting a casual conversation. Matt was there even before, and he probably always will be, Linda is a weirdo who wants to draw them with a ponytail, and… Well, that’s it. Mello lives for schoolwork, to be the best and hope to right some of the wrongs in this world.

“Yo, Mihael,” the dean says when he sees them in front of his office the following morning. Lawliet is a TA at their university, still haunting the dorms. He has a creepy smile under his stupid raccoon eyes and he keeps using Mello’s birthname, like it makes any more sense to call them with that than to call them “xXx_sexy_blondie_xXx”, or however you pronounce that out loud.

“Lawliet. I saw you assigned me a roommate.”

“I did,” he smiles still, like there’s a joke Mello doesn’t get.

“Why ?” Mello would actually like to know - Lawliet never does anything at random.

“You’ll see when he arrives later today,” is the cryptic answer, and Mello sneers at their stupid fucking dean as they leave for their 8am lecture.

Because yes, multiple things are out to get their skin - though they won’t be deterred.

The day goes by in a flash, Screenwriting and Poetry being two of their most interesting classes, and by the time they’ve finished their Crime Prevision and Prevention homework at the library, the sun is well on its way down. Mello walks slowly to the dorms, enjoying the warm air - it’s still only September and winter hasn’t come yet. The music blasting from their headphones is a perfect background to the chill atmosphere, a few bird silhouettes dark against the wonderfully peach clouds. In a few minutes they’ll kiss Matt and they’ll eat a bite, and they’ll sleep knowing they’re safe now.

When they arrive in front of their room, a few cardboard boxes occupy the entrance. Shit fuck hell, they’d forgotten the roommate arrived today. All they can see from where they’re blocked from entering is a white blob of hair on top of baggy clothes, perched on the desk and looking at whatever Matt is playing.

“Uh, I’m supposed to be able to enter my own room,” Mello kind of yells. Only kind of. “Would you please not be a giant stupid bother before I even get your name ?”

“Sorry,” the snowball says, not looking sorry at all. “I’m Nate River.”

“But you can call him Near ! He plays retro games, which isn’t… let’s say it’s not my strong point, but I’m sure it’ll go well, we’re three whole weirdos with weirdo nicknames !”

Mello blinks. Near is still here. They blink again. Near is still here, looking a little like a frog with his lopsided smile, a hand playing with one of his curls. Mello blinks a third time and doesn’t expect Near to have packed his things and go, but that was a close call.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” they mutter. “Lawliet is gonna get killed.”

“You actually know enough about criminology to not be caught, so go you.” Near is smirking. Mello wants to cry. “But I would advise against it, because he’s dating that twink Light Yagami, the alumni who came last week to give the presentation about the War on Drugs and its consequences. He’s a police lieutenant now.”

“Called it !” Matt raises a fist in victory, taking five years from Mello’s lifespan. “Anyway, now that you’re here, please do help us with the last boxes. We’ve been setting up Near’s compy and it’s revoltingly difficult.”

“I will not- how can you ask me to- I’m gonna commit arson and this time I promise I’ll succeed !”

“Dramatic bitch,” Matt says jovially. “Just come in and drop your stuff, apparently someone from the ADA thing comes tomorrow to make sure the room is accessible with a crutch and to help Near settle in.”

Mello just now notices that Near isn’t fully standing up - he’s propped on the desk, a mechanical knee peeking through the bottom of his shorts. This changes nothing - though Mello feels the both grim and hopeful sense of community that disabled people get when they meet. Their ear still works wonky and their eye ? Not the sharpest either. Without talking about all the skin damage, the phantom pain, the- hell no, they won’t get into “reflective mode” without having eaten dinner first.

Reluctantly, Mello spends the rest of the evening avoiding Near as Matt and them help him settle in, surprised by the small amount of belongings he actually has - most of the boxes he brought are board games and hundreds of little kapla sticks. Is Near planning to recreate the Golden Bridge ? He looks like a nerd, maybe it’ll be the Death Star.

Routines are a persistent thing, and before they know it, Near has managed to get a small space - small, they insist - in Mello’s well-oiled machinery. He eats breakfast with Matt, a meal that Mello forgoes entirely, and he goes on unfortunate walks to his PT appointments, because he’s out of money from whatever government organism gives benefits to disabled people and can’t afford a cab. Mello thinks they should get into it a little more, maybe call their case worker, because ramen tastes worse and worse when you have it for every meal of the week. And then Near and Matt start talking about something or another, especially topics that annoy Mello, or Near gets a little too close to them while they both work on their assignments at their desk, his elbow barely brushing Mello’s side. It makes them shiver, but they will ignore that, thank you very much.

Another routine - bedtime - has gotten a little different. One single bed is enough for “one person and a half”, according to Matt, so the obvious solution to them being three in a two single beds room is to push the beds together.

“And now you have a perfect three people beddery !” Matt triumphantly declared. “Mello, you sleep in the middle.”

“Why am I in the middle ?” they protested. “It’s the least comfortable !”

“Oh well, we can take turns,” Near had snarked, knowing full well that the first one of them to sleep in the middle would have to accept defeat.

Mello does end up in the middle, Matt cuddled against their left side where the burn is, and Near an ever-closer presence against their right arm. It’s not as uncomfortable as they expected. Near doesn’t snore and he smells like minty toothpaste, a strangely comforting scent that lulls Mello to sleep way more easily than the five thousand melatonin pills they take before going to bed.

Oh well, maybe Lawliet can live a little longer. His boyfriend - Matt saw them kissing through the peephole, it’s official now - won’t have any (more) reasons to put Mello behind bars.

Near gets on top of International Law and keeps wearing strangely baggy clothes everywhere - or well, everywhere but in the dorms. Mello has time to get used to that mechanical knee, even asking a few questions about phantom pains on the days Matt is away and the itching gets unmanageable. Near is quiet like snow but they’re nothing alike in warmth, grey eyes like molten metal setting on Mello’s face and crinkling in a smile.

And it works wonders. One time they get a bad mark (for their standards) and they even study with Near for extra credit, a presentation about the death penalty that lasts about three quarters of the two hours class. The teacher gives them both full marks and Matt celebrates by crushing them both against his chest, the smell of motor oil and mint so comforting that Mello closes his eyes, just for a little while.

It’s winter before they have time to think about it, and finals go by in a blur of “no sleep, no food, no distractions”. They even manage to end up at the nurse’s office when they faint during the Criminology Theory exam, forced to drink sugar water until the world stops exploding in a million tiny stars when they move their head.

Mello thinks that surviving their last winter exam session ever - they should be able to find a job with a double Master’s degree in Criminology and Creative writing, right ? - deserves a celebratory nap and they sprawl on the bed as soon as they’re back from the last stupid oral presentation they have to do about stupid Foundations of Criminal Justice. Near is not in the room - which is weird, because he finished five minutes and thirty six seconds before them - and Matt is away for the day to try and get his internship at the garage, so they have the full three-person bed, and they fully intend to enjoy the luxury.

They enjoy it so much that they fall asleep, only noticing that time has passed because before they blinked, it was day, and it is now very much nighttime. Light giggles fill the room along with the muted light from Near’s bedside lamp, and Mello takes the time to relish in the quiet atmosphere. Hushed conversation rises from near the desk, giggles and the smell of hot chocolate both making Mello sit up at last.

“Lookit you ! Sleeping beauty arises. Though I haven’t kissed you yet,” Matt smiles, and he climbs on the bed to press his lips against Mello’s. “Love you,” he whispers as he pulls away and goes back to slump on Near’s shoulder.

At first, Near felt like an intruder each time Matt kissed them, but he’s become so embedded in their life that Mello doesn’t feel any awkwardness anymore - to the point where not including him has become the cause of their inner turmoil.

Because yeah, uh, there’s that. Near in a tank top and booty shorts, prosthetic being painted on by a very enthusiastic Matt, has become the new image they conjure up each time the need to strangle someone arises. And poof, instant peace. Discreet touches, Near sleeping fully cuddled against their right side now, Matt nosing through Near’s hair just after he’s washed it because his strawberry shampoo smells divine, Mello even going as far as ruffling Near’s hair without warning, just to see his little nose scrunch up… All that has become routine too, and suddenly the change is too big to go by unmentioned. 

They’ve managed to hold on to their feelings until then but as Matt starts talking again, Near’s smile is a little too tight - though his eyes sparkle, it’s like… something’s missing. 

“Emergency mee-ee-ting,” they yawn, the skin around their left eye crinkling up painfully. Near notices and doesn’t even ask before grabbing the petroleum jelly tube and throwing it rather inaccurately at their face. See, that’s what they were talking about, Near has just become… there, in the way Matt is there even when he’s asleep in another part of the universe where Mello can only hope to ever go to. “We gotta talk shit out.”

“Are you over your gay crisis yet ?” Matt asks, eyes calm and open, sipping hot chocolate with noisy slurps that Mello doesn’t bother mentioning anymore. His green hair looks more and more red as time passes, which is a strange feat of hair dye conspiracy. “Can we go back to playing ?”

“I haven’t even talked !” Mello protests. “I just really think it’s necessary to mention that…”

They don’t know how to continue that sentence. Near is looking at them with something strangely akin to hope, and Matt still has that infuriating openness about him like he just knows Mello so well he doesn’t need to be told what they feel. 

Near doesn’t, though, and he matters enough to Mello now for them to want to include him in the little bubble as well.

“I just think it’d be cool if we shared the secret chocolate stash with Near,” is what comes out of their mouth.

Well done caporal, please die of shame now.

“Mels, wow, that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said !” Matt’s voice drips with amusement - devoid of any mean spirit, they should add, because Matt is the one thing Mello knows is good in this world. And well, maybe there’s a second one they’ve stumbled on, and they want Near to know that he means a lot to them too.

“I mean it !” Mello whines. “He’s one of us now. I think we can share.”

“Mello. Please realise that I’ve been flirting with you this entire time,” comes Near’s deadpan answer. “The time I told you I wanted to braid your hair ? The time I made you sleep and finished the presentation alone because you’d gotten the flu and I hate being sneezed on ? The fact that Matt literally sits in my lap half the time, and only half because the other is spent on your lap ?”

“Okay, first of all, fuck off with me getting the flu.”

“You’re avoiding my question.” Near looks stubborn, and it’s a good look on him.

When did Mello start to think Near looks good ? “I, uh. I may be slightly romantically obtuse. Has Matt told you the time when-”

“-he kissed you and you thought he wanted to practice smooches for his secret best friend, because of course you wouldn’t be his best friend ?”

Utterly mortified, Mello can feel their cheeks become bright red. “Well, uh. Enough mushiness for tonight. Just pass me the chocolate, Matt, I’m starving.”

Matt giggles and throws a Kinder Egg at their face. Near munches on the leftover shell while Mello assembles the toy, and it’s peaceful - and happy, too, so when Mello raises a hand to their scar they smile still, in spite of their involuntary shiver.

[lnarizakis]

thanks for the food! | m. osamu

masterlist | cards against humanity x haikyuu!!

pairing: miya osamu x gen!reader

foreword: this took so long for me to get out omg but i hope you enjoy!! 💕

look out for: manga spoilers

“sorry for staring, mister. it’s just that i ain’t ever seen ___ before.” + “soup that is too hot.”

“You know, you should really eat something other than cold take out and cup ramen.”

(Y/N)’s roommate Chiba Sumiko sighed, resting a hand on her forehead. She watched (Y/N) sitting at their small kitchen table, currently chowing down on a half-empty box of take out from last night’s dinner. Disappointment washed over her as they let crumbs fall from the corners of their mouth.

“But you know I’m broke—“ (Y/N), with food still lodged in their cheeks, started. As the words left their mouth, they knew what Sumiko—who had a part-time job—would counter.

“Let me treat you. No, I will treat you,” Sumiko decided, sitting down next to (Y/N). The scenario was similar to a father sitting his son down for “The Talk.” Though, in this case, it was Sumiko lecturing (Y/N) that as a college student they should take better care of their health. This included eating a proper meal; eating only take out and cup ramen was definitely not beneficial to her health. As someone studying health and nutrition, they should know better.

And so Sumiko and her boyfriend planned a date, with (Y/N) unfortunately tagging along as a third-wheel. They decided on Onigiri Miya, a tiny restaurant near their campus. It was a quaint little restaurant, and the owner had just recently released their new line of ramen soups. It had been very well-received by the general public, at least the ones who had come in to try it out. Based on those reviews and the fact that they had never eaten there before (Sumiko claimed they had to “expand their horizons,” whatever that meant), the three decided that that was the perfect place to have lunch tomorrow (specifically, at 3).

—

The next day, (Y/N) arrived at the restaurant a little bit later than the couple, not wanting to be the first person to arrive. As they entered the restaurant, the aroma of ramen broth, vegetables, and rice flowed into their nose; the overall atmosphere just felt warm. It was a homely environment, one that (Y/N) would want to visit time and time again. Small talk filled the air, and the one person behind the counter, currently brewing new broth for any incoming customers, casually talked with the patrons that sat around the table. (Y/N) could hear the faint sound of the television sitting in the corner of the restaurant, playing a rerun of a two-year-old volleyball game.

“Ah, welcome in,” the restaurant owner called out to the three, a faint smile on his face. He was, for lack of a better word, extremely hot. (Y/N) could feel a slight blush painting their cheeks, and that most likely wasn’t because of the warm air of the hot food that filled the room.

(Y/N) sat down at the counter along with Sumiko, who had suggested they do so, and her boyfriend. From behind the counter, the man rolled up his sleeves and crossed his arms, handing (Y/N) three plastic menus, which they were to pass along sideways.

Promptly, he said, “Just let me know when you guys are ready to order.” The man pushed a small bell towards them, wordlessly telling them to signal him when they were ready. He turned back to the broth on the stove, also tending to the noodles in a pot beside the broth. He sighed contently— this was the life. He could have never pictured himself playing volleyball beside his brother, who was currently on the television screen, silencing the jeering crowd.

(Y/N)’s eyes scrolled through the menu. What were they to order? There was an array of onigiri to choose from; after all, she was in an onigiri restaurant. However, their eyes drew themselves towards the listing of newly released ramen labels. Why not stick to something they were used to eating?

“(Y/N)-chan, what are you going to have? I’m gonna get the spicy salmon onigiri. The ‘lil picture they have for it on the menu makes it look so good,” Sumiko said. Her words caught the attention of the restaurant owner, stirring the broth absentmindedly, letting out a chuckle. Being the kind partner he was, Sumiko’s boyfriend was content with having her leftovers.

“I think I’ll have the tonkotsu ramen,” (Y/N) stated, still scanning through the menu, making sure there wasn’t something that caught their eye even more than the ramen did. Luckily, there wasn’t, however, so they folded the menu back up and placed it atop the other two menus that Sumiko and her boyfriend had finished using.

Sumiko lightly tapped the bell, and the man behind the counter promptly turned around to collect the menus and finalize what they were going to have.

“I’ll have the spicy salmon onigiri and,” Sumiko pointed to (Y/N), “they’ll have the tonkotsu ramen.” The man nodded.

“Ah, yes. Those are good choices. I know so because I‘m gonna cook ‘em,” the man flatly said, earning a laugh out of the three customers. He set the menus away and began to work on their orders.

—

“Your salmon onigiri,” he said, after some fifteen minutes later. Four onigiri stood proudly on the plate he was holding side-by-side, just waiting to be eaten. The rice was still steaming. He presented the plate to Sumiko and her boyfriend, with an astonished gasp at its delicious appearance. Onigiri Miya was renowned for their aesthetically pleasing food designs.

“Your tonkotsu ramen.” The man then presented the bowl of ramen towards (Y/N), pushing it towards them. The hot steam of it rose up into their face, warming it up. (Y/N) breathed in the aroma of the soup, taking in everything all at once; looking down at it, the soup itself was presented oh-so perfectly, from the cut hard-boiled egg to the seaweed stacked atop each other along the side of the bowl, slowly mixing in with the broth. (Y/N) was practically mesmerized— they hadn’t seen anything like it since... they don’t remember when.

After some time, the man asked with concern, “You good there? You’re starin’ off into the abyss of the bowl.”

“S-Sorry for staring, mister. It’s just that I ain’t ever seen soup that is too hot before,” (Y/N) stuttered. Well, of course they had seen soup that is hot before. They mentally face-palmed themself. To their surprise, however, he laughed. Resting his (notably muscular) arms on the counter some distance away from where (Y/N) had set their phone down to eat, he had his full attention on (Y/N), smiling at them.

“That’s not what I meant. Y’see, I’ve been a little... not eatin’ properly. Simply put,” (Y/N) corrected themself. Taking the chopsticks into their hand, they began eating, looking down in embarrassment.

“Nah, I get it. My brother’s like that. Or, well, he was, in high school,” the man said. “His name’s Atsumu,” he continued, as he pointed to the screen, which currently displayed Atsumu setting for his teammate. The two of them watched the screen until the play ended. Atsumu’s team won the rally, earning them their point. His twin brother in front of (Y/N) pumped his fist, quietly cheering for Atsumu, even though he knew the outcome of the match. It was a two-year-old game, after all.

“I’m Osamu.” Gray eyes glanced over in (Y/N)’s direction, who was taken aback by the sudden introduction.

“Ah, uh, I’m (L/N) (Y/N),” they said, with a half-full mouth of food. Setting down their chopsticks, they wiped their mouth with a napkin. The ramen was so good, so warm, and just so affectionately cooked that (Y/N) gave up all their cares to messily eat the food in front of them.

“I can see you’re enjoyin’ it, (L/N)-han. I’m glad it’s that good.” Osamu watched (Y/N) enjoy the bowl in front of them. Their hunger was akin to his brother’s hunger to improve in volleyball. He felt a pang of familiarity in his chest.

“I love it, Miya-han. What do ya think, Sumiko-chan? How’s it for you?” (Y/N) turned their head towards the girl, taking her time with every bite of her onigiri. Her boyfriend held his own in his hands, ravishing down on it. His cheeks were red due to the warmth of the food. Sumiko turned towards (Y/N), smiling. She gave a thumbs up, a sign of her satisfaction. (Y/N) returned their own small smile.

“Looks like we’re all happy, Miya-han. Thanks for the food.” (Y/N) continued to eat, and Osamu departed from the counter.

—

“That was really good!” Sumiko exclaimed, walking out of the tiny restaurant. “We should go there again someday!” The two others beside her agreed.

(Y/N) shoved their hands into the pockets of their jacket. It was quite cold—colder than usual, at least—for a January afternoon. Though, the pockets of their jacket seemed to be emptier than normal. But (Y/N) paid no attention to that.

“Anyways, (Y/N), don’t you think that store owner was cute? I sure think he was. But you’re cuter, Ichiro, don’t worry.” Sumiko turned towards her boyfriend, giving her a small smile in return. Aw. Their relationship was so cute. (Y/N) wished they had a relationship at least a fraction as affectionate as theirs.

“Yeah, he was pretty cute, I guess,” (Y/N) started, drawing out their words. Though, they didn’t really know how to put it all together; there was just something about him that made them long for his affection (they didn’t know it at the time, but it was definitely his cooking). They hummed, trying to piece together what they were trying to say.

(Y/N)’s roommate looked on in curiosity. “Is there somethin’ wrong? Can ya feel your heartstrings tugging? Is this the sign of true love?” Ever the romantic she was. She’d been rooting for (Y/N) to find their one-and-only since the beginning of their first year of graduate school. Ever the supportive friend she was, as well.

“Agh, I’m just— I just can’t believe how much I stuttered around him... and ate so messily in front of him, too, and—“ (Y/N) sighed. Sumiko clasped a hand on their shoulder.

“It’s alright, (Y/N); you hit it off greatly with him! Didn’t you see it? He definitely did. I mean— the longing look in his eyes while he was talking to you was phenomenal! Ichiro, why don’t you look at me the way—“ Sumiko’s scold was cut short by a familiar voice calling out from behind them. It was Osamu. He held (Y/N)’s phone in his hands, as he made his way towards them. Ah, so that was why their pocket felt slightly emptier than usual.

“(L/N)-san. You, uh... you forgot this,” Osamu said, looking down at the phone. (Y/N) held out their hand, as he gave them back their phone using both of his hands.

“Oh, thank you, Miya-han,” (Y/N) replied with a little more fluster than they had before.

As they put their phone back in their pocket, Osamu whispered something under his breath, just barely audible. (Y/N) asked him to repeat what he had just said.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he started, “but I added my number to your phone.” (Y/N) smiled, their cheeks reddening—totally because of the cold January weather (yep, totally).

“No, I don’t mind at all. Let’s talk more often, and maybe you can cook something else for me as well.”

—

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[simply-saeran]

Jumin Han - Ramen

jumin x fem!reader

fluff! also i am on mobile pls forgive any formatting errors. OTL

You sat quietly on the couch with Elizabeth the 3rd curled happily on your lap. You hadn't had work today and Jumin was supposed to be at a meeting until late, so things were pretty boring at the penthouse. There was only so much garbage tv you could watch without going crazy, and all the good shows you had already promised Jumin you wouldn't watch without him.

Elizabeth the 3rd purred gently in your lap as you stroked her back, the warmth coming from her tiny cat body starting to make you sleepy. You started to nod off when suddenly your stomach growled very intensely.

Right, you hadn't eaten since lunch - and it was already 5pm. Jumin still wasn't expected to be home for another three hours, and for some reason ordering something to be made by your personal chef didn't sound very appetizing. You were craving something in particular, but couldn't quite put your finger on it.

After a few minutes of thinking, it hit you.

Ramen! You were craving ramen. Ever since you and Jumin had gotten married and you moved into the penthouse with him around a year ago, you hadn't had the chance to eat some good old-fashioned convenience store ramen. Just thinking about it made you excited, so you immediately decided to get dressed in some of your old clothes and head to the convenience store.

Sporting your trusty gray joggers and a t-shirt, your hair tied up in a messy not, you made your way to the convenience store. No one should recognize you in such a lazy outfit since you always wore the things Jumin picked out for you when you went out in public together.

It was only a couple blocks away, so the walk was actually pretty nice. Getting out after staying inside all day felt very refreshing, and the thought of eating spicy ramen next to Elizabeth with some home-brewed coffee motivated you to walk very briskly. A good workout!

You were in and out of the store pretty quickly, but you decided to get 6 of the ramen bowls to stock up at home for future days like this. Walking home with a bag full of junk-food felt very exciting.

After taking the elevator up to the penthouse, you opened the door to find Jumin sitting on the couch with Elizabeth. He looked absolutely exhausted.

"Jumin? I thought you weren't supposed to be home for a few more hours," you asked as you walked in and placed your grocery bag on the counter. You looked at him, concerned.

"Our business partners postponed the meeting," he explained with a sigh, "and I am actually quite glad that was the case. There was too much to do at work today, I felt like the stack of papers on my desk stayed the same size regardless of how many I signed."

You walked up to him and cupped his face in your hands, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. He looked up at you and couldn't help but smile.

"I think all the tiredness went away instantly," Jumin mused, wrapping his arms around your legs and resting his face against your stomach before continuing, "But where were you? Actually, a better question would be where were you going dressed like that?"

"Hey!" you whined, "Sometimes it's nice to dress comfortably instead of fashionably. I was just making a quick run to the convenience store."

"I was only joking, love. You look beautiful in whatever you wear. But... the convenience store?" Jumin asked incredulously, pulling away from your stomach to look at you again, "What for? We have everything we need here, and if you really were missing something you could have called and gotten it brought to you."

"I wanted spicy ramen!" you replied with confidence.

"Ramen? From the convenience store?" Jumin furrowed his brow, becoming genuinely confused at your statement. "Why not just ask the chef to make you proper spicy ramen with chicken, eggs and vegetables? There is no nutritional value in packaged ramen. In fact, it is very high in sodium and quite bad for you."

You rolled your eyes and pinched his cheek softly before turning back toward the kitchen to boil the water, "What if I don't want to eat healthy today?"

Jumin let out an exasperated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, pushing his bangs back. He still seemed very tired, but quickly stood from the couch to follow you and watch what you were doing.

"Jumin..?" you said softly, leaning on the counter as you waited for the water to boil.

"Hm..?"

"You've... had ramen before, right?"

"I've had classic Japanese style ramen cooked by one of the greatest chefs in Japan while I was there for a business trip several years ago," he replied confidently, but could immediately tell by the face you were making that that wasn't what you were asking. "No. I've never had ramen from a convenience store, MC."

You couldn't help but giggle. It was times like these, when you would learn the smallest and most insignificant of things about him, that reminded you how very different his background was from yours.

Jumin sighed and looked at you inquisitively, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "I don't really understand why that's funny to you, but as long as it made you smile I am happy that I said it."

You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, "Are you hungry? If you ask nicely, I might share with you."

"I will just order something-" he stopped mid-sentence, his stomach interrupting him with a loud growl, "...well. I will try it, just for you."

The water reached a nice boil, and you took the pot off the stove. Peeling open the lid on the bowl of ramen, you poured the water up to the line and placed chopsticks on top to let it steam.

"Now we have to wait two minutes," you explained with a grin, "then we can eat!"

Jumin moved to sit on one of the stools at the kitchen island while he waited, watching you stare intensely at the bowl with anticipation. You were so damn cute sometimes that he really didn't know what to do with himself, because ooking at you acting like that made him want to squeeze you and not let go.

The two minutes seemed to last forever for you, but for Jumin it felt like no time at all. Everything went so quickly with you, and every moment felt so precious.

You lifted the chopsticks and peeled the lid off before joining Jumin at the island.

Picking up a fairly small bite with your chopsticks, you blew on it gently before holding it up for Jumin to eat. Your other hand was cupped beneath it to make sure that it didn't splash on him. He leaned in and took the bite, sucking the noodles up.

You looked at him expectantly with a wide smile on your face, "Well?"

Jumin was very surprised at how good it tasted considering how lacking in nutrition it was. The noodles were also very spicy, which he had found out and remembered very early on in your relationship that you loved. He understood immediately why it was something that you enjoyed.

"It is very good," he replied, "even if I can already feel the sodium dehydrating my cells."

You reached out a hand and hit his shoulder gently, "Oh, whatever. I'm still happy you like it, even if it's unhealthy."

"The best part isn't the taste," Jumin said quietly, "but instead watching you make it. You were very cute just now. Also, you made food for me. How could I not enjoy a loving meal made by my wife, even if it is just instant noodles?"

You finished the bite that you had taken and smiled, "You're so cheesy, Jumin."

"Only when it comes to you," he stated as you gave him the next bite, "you make me act like this. I can't help it."

You two finished the bowl together, and ended up making another with the remaining hot water. The evening seemed to fly by far too quickly, and before you knew it, it was already getting late.

After washing up, you sat on the bed and waited for Jumin to get out of the shower so that you two could sleep.

It wasn't a very long wait. After a few minutes, Jumin came from the bathroom in his night shirt and messy, towel-dried hair. You turned out the lights and you both got under the blankets facing each other. You smiled as Jumin placed a soft, warm kiss on your lips.

"Will you make me ramen again sometime, princess?" he asked quietly, his voice raspy and tired.

"Of course," you whispered, already drifting into sleep, "I will make you ramen anytime you want... Jumin."

[sparrowstrikewrites]

Flaming Oven Character Study Part 1

Naruto Uzumaki (age 9) and Iruka Umino (age 23)

The oven’s on fire because Naruto doesn’t know how to use it, so it’s basically a cupboard in his mind and Iruka never thought to check whether there was anything in the oven before preheating.

Little Naruto’s response: “I don’t think this is how oven’s work, but I don’t know enough about oven’s to argue.”

Iruka’s response: “I didn’t sign up for this. I’m not getting paid enough for this-- wait, I’m not at work, I’m not getting paid.” *Puts out fire and walks away* “Nope. Not fixing this. Throw the whole house out.”

Iruka first started to wonder when Naruto showed up for class in a rumpled shirt. It didn’t smell, but was the sort of rumpled that implies it was fished out of the laundry basket. Naruto was only 7 and kids that age like to dress themselves but lack any and all common sense, so he brushed it off.

Iruka started to get suspicious when Naruto showed up for class with a fever and a cough that shook his whole little body. The 8 year old staggered into class, dropped into his seat, laid his head down on the desk, and was out in seconds. Iruka had to shake him awake and send him to the nurse’s office propped up between Kiba and Shikamaru.

The nurse let Naruto sleep in her office until lunch time and then she sent him home with fever tablets and a cough suppressant. She told Iruka not to worry. Kids this age were basically germ factories.

Iruka started asking questions when the week before the annual physicals, he found Naruto eating raw carrots and broccoli. The kid was going to town like he was starving and the vegetables were some sort of delicacy, but his face said he was doing his best not to cry or puke.

“How’s lunch?” Iruka asked.

Naruto stared up at him with a fading black eye and sighed like he was weary of the world at only 9 years old. “Horrible, but I read you’ve got to eat vegetables to grow.”

Iruka snorted. Naruto was a good 2 inches shorter than the other boys in the class and like all kids his age, it was a sore point. 

“I don’t think cramming in vegetables before your physical is going to make much of a difference,” Iruka teased. “You really can’t cram for stuff like this.”

Naruto stared down at the half eaten head of broccoli in his hand. “Well, after last year, the nurse already told me she was going to check my shoes for padding, so this was kind of plan B.” He then took another sad bite of the broccoli. “Iruka-sensei, why are vegetables both expensive and disgusting?”

Iruka shrugged. “They’re not that expensive and I think they taste better cooked.”

“They’re more expensive than instant ramen and I guess some of them tast okay if you put them in the ramen, but the flavors don’t always go together.”

Iruka laughed. “You really need to eat something other than ramen.”

“I don’t know how to cook anything else. Except rice, but it always boils over and then I have to clean the stove and if I clean the stove, I don’t have time to do laundry,” Naruto lamented.

Iruka’s face fell and a dozen questions crowded his tongue. “Do you always cook and do the laundry?”

Naruto nodded. “There’s no laundry fairy.” He grinned up at Iruka like he’d said a great joke. “I also vacuum and dust and scrub the bathroom, but not as often as I should. There’s not enough hours in the day, you know?”

Iruka looked like he’d been slapped. “Yeah, I know.” There was a pile of laundry sitting in the corner of his little apartment that needed done. He’d eaten out for the last week, because there wasn’t time to go grocery shopping. The spider in the corner of his windowsill had been there long enough that Iruka had given it a name. But those were adult problems. 

Naruto wasn’t grinning anymore. He mirrored Iruka’s frown and tried to figure out what he’d said wrong.

“Hey, Naruto, would you like to learn to cook some more stuff?” Iruka asked.

Naruto’s grin returned.

---

Iruka arrived at Naruto’s apartment (he’d found the address in Naruto’s school records, because the kid was horrible at giving directions) a little after 5 that evening with an armload of groceries. 

The hairs on the back of Iruka’s neck prickled as he got close. He could feel Naruto’s chakra, the Fox’s chakra. 

Iruka shoved aside his unease and pasted on a smile. Naruto was not the Fox and Iruka refused to treat them as one and the same.

Naruto was watching the street and came jogging down the stairs to help carry everything up to the third floor where he lived.

Iruka surveyed the little loft while Naruto ransacked the bags of groceries. The only decorations on the walls were a small child’s drawings. The bed was made, a bit rumpled and crooked, but an obvious effort had been made. A few well-worn plush were neatly set up on the bed, because of course that would be a kid’s priority. The dirty clothes were mostly contained to a not quite overflowing laundry basket. A couple shirts that Iruka recognized as Naruto’s favorites were laid out on the floor to dry and a bucket of soapy water was sitting by the laundry basket, waiting for the next load.

It wasn’t a bad space, but it confirmed Iruka’s suspicions. There was only one person living here. There’d only been one person living here for a long time. 

Iruka closed his eyes. He’d been on his own for a long time, too. After he lost his parents, his Aunt and Uncle gave him a room in their house. They kept him fed and clothed until he made chuunin and he could support himself. They never tried to fill the void his parents’ left, but he was still grateful to them. Naruto didn’t even have that.

“I brought stuff to make a casserole. It’s really easy and I think you’ll ike it because all the vegetables are hidden under a bunch of cheese and potatoes,” Iruka said.

Naruto set down the green pepper he was suspiciously sniffing and nodded.

“First, we start preheating the oven…”

Iruka showed Naruto how to layer the food in a big glass dish. 

Naruto kneeled on a barstool to see the countertop and chattered the whole time.

Neither of them noticed anything amiss until the smoke alarm over the stove started to beep.

Iruka turned around to see black smoke billowing out of the oven door.

“Is that supposed to happen?” Naruto asked. “I’ve never used the oven.” He looked up at Iruka curiously, not yet concerned.

For 3 heartbeats, Iruka just stared. DO NOT PANIC! he ordered himself. DO NOT PANIC AND SCARE NARUTO!!!!

“Laundry water,” Iruka stammered at last. His voice was surprisingly level. 

Naruto cocked his head to the side and frowned.

“Take the clothes out of the washing bucket and bring me the water,” Iruka repeated. His voice was just a little higher pitched than normal and his hands twitched at his sides, unsure what exactly to do.

Naruto jumped off the stool and did as he was told.

Iruka grabbed the oven mits off the counter, turned off the oven, and, when Naruto reappeared with a bucket of soapy water, Iruka yanked the oven door open and chucked the whole bucket inside.

The mess inside steamed, sputtered, and smelled awful-- like burning plastic and garbage.

Iruka gagged and turned to Naruto. “What was in there?”

Naruto ran a hand through his hair and winced at the smouldering mess. “I don’t know. Junk I don’t use and the garbage can. I keep it there so I don’t have to look at it all the time.”

Iruka refilled the bucket from the sink and dumped it in the oven again. The fire was good and out, but the whole apartment skunk horribly and the kitchen area was covered in a fine layer of soot. 

“Let’s go to Ichiraku. I’m buying.”

Naruto whooped and bolted for the door to put on his shoes.

Iruka just stared at the ruined oven and shook his head. This is like the adult version of microwaving the instant noodles without water, only worse. The place would need scrubbed and aired out. Naruto would need a new stove and some place to stay for a few days.

“Before we go, why don’t you throw some clothes in a bag. You should probably not sleep here until I can get this cleaned up,” Iruka told Naruto. 

“Can I stay with you, Iruka-sensei?”

“Yup. And we’ll try cooking lessons again tomorrow.”

Naruto laughed and beamed. “I’ve never had a sleepover before. If I knew all it took was a flaming oven, I would have set that thing on fire a long time ago!”

Iruka laughed too then. It was either laugh or cry and he didn’t want to cry in front of Naruto.

A one night sleepover became a week. Bit by bit, Naruto’s things materialized in Iruka’s apartment. Iruka taught Naruto how to make katsudon, casserole, and ramen from scratch that they both agreed wasn’t quite as good as Ichiraku Ramen.

No one questioned the change when Naruto came to school everyday in clean clothes with a balanced lunch. Or when he suddenly was completing his homework and no longer napping during the day.

Iruka still had a pack of dust bunnies under his bed and Kuro-chan was paying rent in dead flies from the windowsill, but the laundry in the corner didn’t pile up anymore. Laundry was Naruto’s favorite chore, especially since Iruka’s apartment building had an electric washer and dryer in the basement.

Iruka did his grading from the kitchen table now. Naruto sat across from him and did his homework after dinner. 

At 10, Iruka steered the kid to the little office turned bedroom. The bed was sloppily made, but a handful of well loved plush were carefully arranged by the pillow and Naruto thought it was the best bedroom in the world.

---

Dear Esteemed Hokage-sama,

I am writing to you in regards to Uzumaki Naruto’s living situation. His apartment is currently uninhabitable. There was a small kitchen fire (absolutely not Naruto’s fault), but it was sufficient to fill the small apartment with smoke. I take full responsibility for the situation and have taken Naruto back to my apartment. He will stay there as long as need be. It could easily be a couple months at least. The oven will need replaced and the smoke probably sunk into the drywall, so all of that will need to be ripped out and replaced. I did some research, and with the age of the building, there could be asbestos in the walls, so the demolition isn’t something that can just be done willy-nilly…

Hiruzen set the letter down, it rambled on for another page and a half, and picked up a pen.

Iruka,

If you are comfortable with the arrangement, I agree it’s best that Naruto stay with you indefinitely. Please endeavour to avoid any further incidents. Children are impressionable and have enough of an affinity for fire as it.

-Hiruzen Sarutobi

[dovechim]

two sides

request: Jimin + The Airport Couple + Jimin takes oc first official date but tries too hard and fucks it all up, 1.4k

You have to admit, when it comes to first dates, Park Jimin easily tops all your previous ones.

Not only did he manage to think of something non-cliché, you think he also somehow found his way into your diary and read about your childhood dream of being a princess on a pony.

The handlers are on either side of your horses, leading them down a cobbled pathway lined with the autumn trees that cast a golden glow onto everything. You glance over at Jimin to watch how he’s doing with his own horse, only to see him awkwardly contorting his body in a weird manner.

Oh, he’s fucked up big time, Jimin thinks as he slouches in the saddle. He’s managed to keep it hidden from you thus far, but before you got here he tried to pet one of the horses and managed to get horse drool all over his pristine white dress shirt. Not to mention, the horse had even somehow managed to get a very suspicious looking wet spot on the front of his light wash jeans, and just… Jimin had an awkward time trying to walk ahead of you.

He catches you looking at him and manages a faint grin back while trying to hide the right side of his shirt.

“This is so cool, how did you think of this?” You are obviously beyond enthused, but Jimin is so busy trying to surreptitiously fan himself and make the wet patch dry faster to notice. “Are you okay? It’s not that hot out…”

“Fine! Fine, I’m fine,” he laughs nervously. God dammit. It’s not coming out.

The ride is over far too soon, and it is time to dismount. Jimin is thankful for his extra coat that he left behind in the lockers, and as soon as he’s off the horse, he makes a beeline toward the changing room, snagging his belongings and frantically positioning himself under the dryer for a good five minutes.

It’s not perfect, but it’ll have to do.

*

Sharing an ice cream together on a park bench with the cool breeze whipping past makes all your muscles relax, and you close your eyes to savour the moment. All the stress that has accumulated over the past month- much of it attributed to bein Park Jimin’s personal TSA agent- melts away just like that.

You feel a brush against your shoulder and open your eyes. Jimin is offering you a bite of his chocolate covered cone, and you don’t stand on ceremony. Grabbing his hand, you bring it toward you and take a monster bite, wincing when you get brain freeze.

“A-ahhh, c-co-mmph,” you squeeze your eyes tightly shut, and you can hear Jimin giggling into his palm. “It’s cold!”

“It’s ice cream, you dummy,” Jimin rolls his eyes, but your puffy cheeks are so irresistibly cute.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he tries not to think about his nerves. This is the perfect chance, and he can’t miss it.

“I know of a way to cure brain freeze,” he says smoothly with a wink, although your eyes are still closed so you didn’t catch that. Oh well. Never mind.

“Hmm? Wh-what is it?”

“This,” Jimin grins as he leans in and catches you by the lips, one hand on the back of your neck to steady you as he kisses the heck out of you. At least, tries to. His heart is beating a million miles a second, but once he tastes the sweet chocolate still in your mouth, he relaxes a little and lets his tongue brush your lower lip in an attempt to help warm you up.

Smooth, very smooth, Park Jimin! He internally cheers, then draws away to take a breath. Only for his heart to drop right down into his shoes.

Somehow during the kiss, he had lost all control of his limbs and… smashed the half eaten ice cream cone right onto your sleeve. The only mercy is that you happen to be wearing a black sweater, so the stain isn’t very noticeable, but what if it never comes off? What if you go home and put all your clothes in the wash only to notice and swear never to eat ice cream with him again? His eyes dart back quickly to your face to check if you noticed, but…

Your mouth is warm and you can’t stop smiling. The brain freeze has totally melted away by now and there’s even a hot blush on your cheeks. You turn away from him to hide it, not expecting him to be this charming at all. So far he’s been sweeping you off your feet all day, exceeding all of your expectations for a first date.

In reality you had imagined him to be kind of clumsy, slow and way too obvious at flirting. Being his TSA agent has allowed you to see different side of him that most others wouldn’t. But today he had been the perfect gentleman. When you turn back to Jimin, he reaches for your shoulders and rubs to keep you warm. His concerned expression only makes you fall for him even more, and when he offers you his coat, you gladly take it.

It’s the perfect first date.

*

Just a while longer, just a while more… Jimin thinks as the both of you approach your corridor. So far you haven’t picked up on any of his blunders yet, including the one where he accidentally spilled your bowl of ramen on the way back to the table and had to buy another one. If he can just make it through the next five minutes…

“So, um… thanks for today,” you offer him a shy smile as he lingers outside your door. “I mean, today was really great, but don’t think I didn’t notice.”

Jimin’s heart jumps into his mouth. “N-notice what?”

You shake your head with a sigh, taking off his coat to offer it back to him, levelling him with a stare. “What you’ve been doing all day today. If you confess, I’ll let you off lightly.”

He’s dead. He’s well and truly doomed. In the future it’ll just be him and his hand alone. Jimin gulps nervously as he shifts his weight from foot to foot, withering under your gaze. “Alright! I-I’m sorry. I got horse slobber all over my dress shirt and pants today before you came. I didn’t want you to think I was some kind of untidy person or a pervert so I had to hide it from you, that’s why I was so aloof during the horse ride. And while we were eating ice cream on the bench, when I kissed you I accidentally smashed the cone onto your sweater, so there’s a huge sticky stain there. That’s why I gave you my coat to cover it and… I spilled your ramen on the way back to the table during dinner, and…”

The words come pouring out of his mouth, and with every sentence Jimin grows more and more despondent. He fucked up this date, truly. He doesn’t even have the guts to look at you now, only peering through his bangs, but-

Wait, you are grinning at him. You aren’t angry. In fact, you’re starting to… laugh?

“Oh my god, I was just joking!” You pull at your collar to touch the sticky stain on your shoulder. “I meant… I meant all those nice things for me that you did. Holding my hand, kissing my brainfreeze away, warming up my shoulders, taking off your coat for me, offering to carry our meals… I was joking that you were being nice as an excuse to get me to sleep with you on the first date. But I had no idea…”

Jimin’s shoulders slump lower. “Then I fucked up even more…” he says in a small voice.

He starts to turn away, certain that you don’t want to see him for even a second longer, but then he feels you grab his wrists like those cheesy dramas, except the roles are reversed. You pull him into you, kissing him like you mean it until Jimin is out of breath, his lips swollen and red, and your eyes are dancing with amusement and fondness.

“Park Jimin, you’re still giving me trouble outside of the airport,” you tell him, but the sting of your words is negated when you kiss his cheek. “You’re under arrest for planning the most perfect date ever.”

[jungshookz]

You know what would be great???? Culinary student! Jin and a hopeless y/n who eats ramen out of coffee pots and eats cool whip straight out of the can. Also ily and I hope you know that

→ pairing: kim seokjin x reader

→ genre: what a surprise it’s bratty!y/n, culinarystudent!jin and his fancy pasta, humour, a touch of nsfw because i’m obsessed with jin’s broAd shoulders it’s almost ridiculous

→ wordcount: 3.4k

→ note: i hope i did ur request justice also i love u more :~)))

(gif isn’t mine!) ((also i was going to use a gif of him actually cooking but tumblr refusEd to accept it so i’m sorry)) 

listen

being completely honest

jin thinks you’re really cute

like SUPER cute

like he’s really REALLy frickin attracted to you because you’re just so??? yOU and somehow it works and it gets his gears GRINDING okay

you were the one who moved in right next door and you greeted him with a friendly smile and a ‘here, i baked cookies!’ and of course he accepted the cookie because he’s not a complete monster

but good GOD

that cookie was awful

and to be fair he’s a culinary student so it makes sense that he has high standards but even a fOOL would know that your cookies were god-awful

before you got the chance to distribute your nasty cookies out to the rest of the people on your floor jin was like hEY hEY how about you give me.,.,,. all of your cookies,.,.. because i,.,. really like them.,.,., and.,., i want to eat.,.,. all of them.,., thank u., yes,.

anyways

you’ve known each other for almost eight months?

and nothing has happened because let’s be real

you’re both wussies

and no one’s admitting anything to anyone so you’re kind of in this flirty-friendly space and you’re both FULLY aware that there’s like.,.,. a sprinkle of flirting going on.,,

but you know what

that’s beside the point

he doesn’t even know why he’s thinking about his undeniable crusH on you

because right now all jin can focus on is the fact that you’re eating ramen out of a coffee pot

let him repeat himself

you’re eating ramen

out of a

a COFFEE pot

you’re in the middle of rambling to him about your day and he’s trying to pay attention to what you’re saying but he wants to scream every time to pause to sluRP out of the coffee pot

laundry room gossip is a pretty normal thing for you two

you’re both so busy during the day

you with your classes and jin with his culinary classes

so once or twice a week you’ll both coordinate a time to come down and do your laundry together (you guys usually shove all your clothes in together because u end up saving some $$ too) and you’ll both end up sitting there for a couple hours just talking to each other while waiting for your clothes

jin raises a brow before pressing his lips together

his mother raised him not to be judgemental but COME ON

RAMEN

out of a COFEE POT??????

out of all the things he’s seen you done this has to be the absolute worst

here are a couple of examples as to what monstrosities you’ve exposed him to:

a cold pizza sandwich (two slices of cold pizza with a drizzle of ranch and crunched up cheetos as the filling)

cereal eaten out of the baG ITSELF (u poured the milk in and everything)

chicken pancakes?? aka shredded deep fried chicken and shredded cheese mixed inTO pancake batter and panfried and then topped with a dollop of sour cream and a sprinkle of green onions

one time you made scrambled eggs in a mug and dat shit looked nasty

but this

this doesn’t even make sense

disrespecting what looks like a pretty high-quality coffee pot (he remembers you got it for christmas or something) by using it as a holder for $1 ramen

it’s probably going to stink up the coffee pot and every time you make coffee it’s always going to have that faint aftertaste of chicken broth

a shudder goes down his spine and he winces

you perk up when the drying machine suddenly beeps and stops rumbling “god finaLLy”

jin keeps his eyes glued on the damn coffee pot as you set it down next to your basket and go to retrieve your freshly-dried clothes

you bend down and pop open the dryer and the loud hiss makes jin look over

“jin?” he glances away quickly and looks up at the ceiling as a poor attempt to conceal the fact that he was totally just checking u out just now

“hm, what?” he clears his throat

“aren’t you going to come and get your clothes?”

“oh, right.” jin pushes himself up off the ground and grabs his basket

he props it up on his hip and starts picking out his clothes from the pile

“hey, these are cute.” jin can’t help but smirk as he twirls a burgundy thong around his finger

your cheeks flame up immediately

“cut it out, you perv” you scowl playfully and grab it from him quickly

the little voice in the back of your mind can’t help but wonder if perhaps jin would be interested in seeing you wear the thong

it comes with a matching bralette

hm

“ya-“ jin pokes your arm and you look over at him “was that your dinner?” he points to the coffee pot and you glance over at it “didn’t you have ramen yesterday?”

“…yeah. instant ramen has been my dinner every day for the past week. why?” you hum nonchalantly and continue picking through the pile

you help jin out and toss one of his white t-shirts into his basket

jin can’t help but let his jaw drop

you’ve been eating processed garBAGe for the past weEK

how???????????

“it’s never enough for me tho so i usually eat a bag of chips too. i might have a frozen mac n’ cheese thingy in the freezer so that’s an option too.” you gasp excitedly “ooh i can crumble the chips over the mac n’ chee-“

“oh my god.” all of a sudden jin reaches over and puShes the rest of the clothes into his basket before grabbing your wrist and dragging you towards the door

“hey, we haven’t finished sorting out the-“

“we’ll do it later i just need to get some actual foOD into your system before all the MSG and sodium starts breakING down your internal organs”

as he’s dragging you up the stairs (the elevator is broken again what a surprise) you can’t help but admire how b r o a d his shoulders are

the cotton shirt he’s wearing is kinda thin and u swear u can see his back muscles flexing slightly

you can’t help but wonder what it’d feel like

running your hands all along his back

digging your nails into his shoulders as he,.,,., y’know

wrapping your legs around his tapered waist as he.,,.,.,. y’knOW

s i g h

you purposely pull back a little so jin slows down and gives u more time to ogle him

are you a pervert for doing that

you might be

“let me see what’s in your fridge so i can work my magic”

he’s never actually been in your apartment before

well

he’s never had a reaSon to

(you always wanna invite him in to watch a movie or something but u get shy and shrivel up immediately)

he has a good idea of the layout because his place is exactly the same as yours

he’s not surprised to see that your place is relatively neat and organised besides a couple scattered markers on the coffee table and a throw blanket tossed haphazardly over the couch

there’s a candle burning away in the middle of the coffee table that makes your place smell like warm vanilla

but then

he enters the war zone

the kitchen

oh my god

this is a living nightmare

this is HIS living nightmare

there’s just

he sees all the takeout boxes in the bin and the pizza box sitting on your kitchen island and the- well that must’ve been your breakfast or something because you sprinkled cinnamon toast crunch on a bagel smeared with waY too much cream cheese

“oh hey i forgot about this” a piece of jin’s soul dies and floats up to heaven when you pop the rest of your cinnamon-cream-cheese-bagel monstrosity into your mouth and chew thoughtfully

why does he like you

“ah, i probably should’ve offered you a bite… i’ll make one for you tomorrow if you want!”

whY DOES HE LIKE U

“i’m… good. i think i’m more than good.” he shudders before nudging past you heading to your fridge “lemme see what we’re working with here…”

“you know you really don’t have to make anything for me. i told you i had a frozen mac and cheese…” you’re rambling and jin is most certainly not paying attention to you mainly because he’s shocked becAUSE you have like NOTHING in your fridge

a bottle of three-cheese ranch

a couple oranges, an avocado, and one red apple

a half-eaten sandwich?? it looks like turkey and a shitload of mayo

a takeout box with…,,. three pieces of orange chicken and a piece of broccoli that you’ve taken a bite out of

a baby carton of chocolate milk and a regular sized carton of milk

and a can of cool whip

unless he makes an orange-chicken-turkey-avocado sandwich with ranch on the side accompanied with a glass of chocolate milk with a dollop of whipped cream on top there’s not a lot he can do here

is thiS how you live

“you know what, maybe you should just come over to my place!” jin closes the fridge and clasps his hands together “yeah, let’s do that.”

“what do you mean?? i have plenTy of food in my fridg- okAy” you stumble over your feet when jin grabs your wrist and drags you away from the fridge

when you enter jin’s place he pushes you down on the couch and you nearly bounce off of it “you stay here, and i’ll whip something up for us.”

as he turns to head towards his kitchen he hears a vioLent schrrr

he turns back around and your finger freezes on the nozzle on the whipped cream canister

“wha- where did you even hiDe that” jin furrows his brows and you shrug before squirting some more into your mouth

“you sure you don’t need any help??” you’re already bored and you’ve only been here for less than a minute

“i don’t want you burning down my kitchen, so i’m good.”

“but i’m boRed and i’m hunGRY” you whine and flop back against the couch

jin raises a brow before bending down and grabbing the remote

he turns the tv on and it just so happens to be playing the late-night cartoons

perfect for a petulant child like you

miraculously jin gets 20 minutes of peace and quiet until he hears you whining again about how hunGry again

that’s what happens when you eat nothing but empty calorie foods

your eyes light up with excitement when jin emerges from the kitchen

he has a rag tossed over his shoulder and a grey apron hanging around him that you assume is from his culinary school

his cheeks are kinda pink from the heat of the kitchen which is adorable

he sits down next to you and you turn to fully face him while crossing your legs

he hands you the plate

wow

“….do you go to culinary school or something?” you tease and jin snorts

the pasta’s been plated into a loose nest and there’s a pretty little basil leaf sitting on top

“chicken, bacon, and spinach spaghetti. and since you’re a whipped cream freak we can have assorted berries and whipped cream for dessert.”

“assorted berries.” you mock quietly and jin scowls playfully before handing you a fork

he doesn’t know why but he’s a little bit nervous lol

like he KNOWS he’s good at cooking but for some reason he feels like he’s presenting a dish to gordon ramsay or someone of that calibre

you twirl a bit of pasta around the fork and shove it into your mouth

and you didn’t think it was possible

but you’re pretty sure your mouth is having an orgasm

HOLy shit

fireworks are going OFF

the bacon has retained its crisp

the spinach is wilted but not toO wilted that it’s falling apart

the chicken is so soft and tender

the spaghetti is cooked *ahem* al dente

and the sauce!!!!

it’s so creamy

so flavourful

you swallow your bite and blink down at the plate of pasta

“what’s wrong?”

“this is…. almost too good.” you mutter and poke at a piece of perfectly cooked chicken before stabbing into it and popping it into your mouth

jin’s cheeks warm with pride as he watches you continue to eat

“it’s almost as good as my frozen mac n cheese meals.” you joke and jin resists the urge to smack you with his rag

it doesn’t matter if you’ve eaten 20 pounds of food for dinner because you’ll always aLWAys have room for dessert

especially if dessert involves whipped cream

it’s healthy-ish!! it’s basically dairy and don’t u need dairy for strong bones or something

and strawberries and blueberries are fruit

and fruit is healthy

so if you really think about it assorted berries and whipped cream is the ideal combo if u wanna get in shape

jin doesn’t trust you with the canister of whipped cream (because he’s 100% sure you’re just going to hog all the cream and squirt all of it into your mouth) so he’s squirting some out onto a particularly juicy looking strawberry that he knoWS you want to devour

he turns and offers it to you and your mouth opens automatically as you lean forward to take it into your mouth

“hold on now.” your brows immediately knit together when he pulls away juSt as you’re about to take a bite “admit it. my spaghetti is much better than your stupid mac n cheese meals.” there’s a glint of playfulness in his eyes as he points to his ear and waits for your response

“i dunno. i get the mac n cheese from whole foods so you know it’s good.” you tsk but keep your eyes right on the berry hovering in front of you

“huh. i guess i’ll be enjoying this seasonal japanese strawberry for myself, then.” jin pouts mockingly

“nO i WANT IT“ jin yelps when you’re suddenly clambering over and grabbing his wrist so that you can shoVe the berry right into your mouth

now

a normal person would eat the berry and then return to their seat

unsurprisingly

you are far from a normal person

you keep your hold on his wrist and suck the whipped cream off his thumb after swallowing the strawberry

god have mercy

your eyes flicker up and you see jin staring right at you with parted lips

“…something the matter?”

and within one second

the berries and your trusty canister of whipped cream have both been abandoned in favour for

well

“can’t believe it took you thiS long to make a move” you murmur against jin’s mouth and he responds by nipping at your bottom lip

“says you!” he gawks before proceeding to press kisses down your neck

and you finALLY get to feel his muscles rippLe underneath the soft cotton of his shirt as you slide your hands from his waist to his back

meanwhile jin’s hand has found its home in between your legs and your eyes flutter shut “god, jin…”

“something the matter?” he mocks before pressing a chaste kiss to your mouth “you gonna admit it now?”

“admit wha- oh, jin - admit whaT”

“that my food is better than your frozen TV dinners” you would’ve burst out laughing if it weren’t for the shocks of electricity tingling up your spine

“n-no way-“ your back arches against his chest and your mouth falls open in a silent moan

and suddenly

you let out a pathetic whine when jin’s hand pulls away from in between your legs “fine. i guess we’re done here!” he sits up but keeps your legs wrapped around his waist

god

you are just a vision aren’t you

you’re flopped back against the arm of the couch

your chest is heaving slightly

your cheeks and nice n rosy

“you are the absolute worst.”

“c’mon… say it…”  he hums and slides a finger from your knee cap to your inner thigh

you know for a fact you two aren’t done here because jin’s already hooked a finger into the waistband of your shorts but you’re naturally a veRy impatient person and so-

“fine, you idiot. your food is significantly better than my frozen TV dinners. happy?”

“…i’ll take it.”

((spoiler alert: you are rewarded with not one not two but thREE mind-blowing orgasms for admitting it))

((maybe you should learn to be less stubborn))

“good morning!” jin is startled awake when you plop on top of him with your legs on either side of him “it’s 10 o’clock and i made us some food”

“christ, don’t scare me like that!” jin scolds you playfully and reaches up to pinch the side of your bare thigh

you’re wearing the shirt he had on last night and it’s starting to droop off your shoulder

“good morning indeed.” his voice is thick with sleep and his hand slides up from your thigh to grasp at your waist “whatcha got there?”

“cinnamon toast crunch bagel” you murmur with a mouthful of bagel and swipe at a lil chunk of cream cheese on the corner of your mouth “my wonderful creation that i made fresh for you”

you’re getting crumbs all over jin but he can’t seem to care because the idea of a cinnamon toast crunch bagel makes him want to throW YOU ouT THE WINDOW

he sits up slowly and wraps an arm around your waist before nuzzling into the crook of your neck “you’re lucky i like you otherwise i would throw your wonderful creation righT into the garbage bin right about now.”

you scoff in mock offence and pull away from him before jabbing a sticky finger into his bare (b r o a d) chest

“don’t knock it til you try it!!”

“the day i try one of your inventions is the day i- mmph!” you shut him up and shove the last bite of your bagel into his mouth before clasping your hand over his mouth so he can’t spit it out

jin chews slowly

and swallows

what the hell

that actually..,,. that tasted good

“that was okay, i suppose. kinda sweet. but i can think of something that might taste a little sweeter.” before you know it jin is flipPing you over and you find yourself pinned underneath him

you’re a giggling mess because you’re trying to get the cream cheese and sugar particles off your fingers but jin is being very vEry distracting

“hOLd on a second sir i have breakfast waiting for us in the living room!” jin’s already made his way down your chest and is about to set up shop in between your legs

he looks up at you before offering you a cheeky grin “…i’m in the mood for breakfast in bed, aren’t you?”

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[getoutofthisplace]

Dear Gus,

I turned 38 years old today. I’ll post the detailed account I posted to Facebook of how I spent the day below, but I left out the part about how after talking to Nene, I kept standing out on the patio at Yiayia’s house. I watched you and Mom through the window. You sat in her lap, laughing at whatever she was doing. I’m so happy you and me and Mom all have each other. And that we have everyone else. I’m so happy you are happy.

Dad

North Little Rock, Arkansas. 1.8.2020 - 6.23pm.

PLAY BY PLAY:

I don’t know what time it is when I wake up. The room is still dark. I can just make out enough of the bedsheets to notice that Liz is already gone. She had to be at the hospital by 6:30am for work. I lift my phone off the bedside table. It’s nearly 7am. Gus calls for his mother from his crib, but he doesn’t complain when I open his door, turn off his space heater and his sound machine.

“I want Mama,” he says. His pacifier muffles his words.

“Mama’s at work,” I say, opening the wooden blinds.

“No, she’s not,” he says.

“Where is she?”

“She’s in there,” he says, pointing down the dimly lit hallway.

“Okay,” I say, picking him up. “Do you want some breakfast?”

“I need a fig bar and a banana and a vitamin,” he says. He says it every morning.

He tosses his pacifier into the kitchen sink while I peel him a whole banana, careful not to break it, and put it into the Ziploc bowl with a leftover fig bar. His teeth marks are left from a bite he took yesterday. I add the gummy purple vitamin and hand him the bowl. We walk into the living room and I use the remote to turn the television on.

“I want to watch Dino the Dinosaur,” he says. The show features Dino and his friend Dina, dinosaurs of the triceratops variety, who learn about colors or numbers or shapes in every super-short episode. Neither character talks, but a woman with a soothing voice narrates everything. He loves it. Liz and I can’t stand to watch the show, but it’s better than when he got hooked on Trolls, which has no educational value. Or any redeeming qualities whatsoever.

As I leave the room, Gus erupts into a scream. I know immediately that he has noticed I’ve given him yesterday’s fig bar. He cries and says something unintelligible about it.

“Do you want a new fig bar?”

He says something else unintelligible about it.

“Do you want a blueberry or a raspberry fig bar?” I ask.

He stops crying and says he wants raspberry.

I put the new fig bar in his bowl and take out the fig bar with the missing bite. I start to throw it in my mouth, but remember I haven’t weighed yet. I record my weight every day into a Google spreadsheet I share with my cousin John. We have compared weights for years, but got serious about it in 2018 when we began recording our weights every day in the document, the title of which is “Fat Boys.”

When my grandfather was alive, he must’ve thought his grandsons were all a bunch of lanky, weak kids because he offered $100 to the first of us who could get to 180 pounds. He wanted a grandson that could help him contend with livestock. Zachary earned the money, but now that our grandfather’s gone, we’re all on the other side of 180, trying to get back.

I step onto the scale. It reads 187.8. Down a pound from yesterday. A win. I pop the half-eaten fig bar in my mouth and walk to the back bathroom to take a shower.

I see Gus’s blurry shape through the frosted glass of the shower. I stand on my tiptoes to look at him from over the door.

“I need my milk,” he tells me. We call it milk, but it’s really rice milk. He’s allergic to dairy, so we’ve cycled through all the milk alternatives for the last couple of years. His doctors thought he might also be allergic to soy, so we gave up on soy milk, then we discovered he probably had a tree nut allergy, so we quit almond milk. He wouldn’t drink oat milk, so here we are. For now. Our gastroenterology specialist has asked us to bring in another stool sample for testing. He scolded Liz this week for rescheduling Gus’s scope recently, even though his staff told us to reschedule because of a cold. It was an unnecessary risk, they said. The abnormal results from the lab tests weren’t that big of a deal, the doctor himself said. But when Liz sat in front of him this week, he felt differently. He felt we weren’t taking Gus’s health seriously. He threatened to not reschedule if we were just going to cancel. When she recounted the conversation with me over the phone, I could feel my blood boil. There was a time when I believed in the authority of doctors and could stand to be talked down to within reason, but that time is no longer. Now I need them to recognize the importance of customer service. My instinct was to drive to Children’s Hospital and kick his office door down, but instead I told Liz to write down everything that he told her and the tone in which he said it because as soon as we no longer need him to tell us what is wrong with our boy’s digestive system, I will make sure everyone within earshot understands what an arrogant prick he is. (Stay tuned.)

“Did you poop?” I ask Gus.

“No, I didn’t poop,” he says.

“I think you pooped,” I say, hoisting him onto the changing table. I am late and don’t really have time to take the stool sample now, but I want to get it as quickly as possibly so we can get back the lab results.

I strip his pajamas off him and check his diaper. He wasn’t lying. There is no poop.

“Where are we going today?” Gus asks me.

“I’m going to work and you’re going to school.”

“Oh no, school’s closed today, Daddy.”

I glare at him, but he’s committed to the lie—he doesn’t smirk.

At work, my coworkers have hung a couple of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” banners in my office, which I share with Derek, though he isn’t in yet. They hand me the birthday sombrero to wear and we stand around the small conference room singing happy birthday. My brother-in-law has sent two breakfast casseroles and a large mixing bowl full of fresh fruit. We eat and catch up. We are a closely knit team, but it feels like we haven’t talked as a group since before Christmas, with everyone coming and going. A child has started at daycare. A spouse has gotten a dog. I express my growing anger toward the doctor. A 9:30 meeting breaks up our reunion and we all go back to work.

Derek and I debate where to go to lunch. I pull out my Excel sheet and begin reading off the names of local restaurants. We discuss a future study in which we spend each week only eating one dish, comparing one restaurant to another. We will find the city’s best ramen, the best pizza, the best cobb salad. But for now, we just need lunch. It’s already after noon. We go to Senor Tequila because it’s closer than anywhere else. We each get the special of the day: Bean burrito, cheese enchilada, Mexican rice for $6. We’re both amazed at how cheap that is. Derek quickly does some math on how much money he would save for the rest of his life if he only ate a $6 lunch. The figure is relatively astronomical. But then he surprises me by buying me lunch for my birthday, which would throw his number off, probably.

This morning, Liz tasked me with deciding what I’d like to do for my birthday dinner. She is unsatisfied when I tell her I don’t know. She tells me we can go somewhere, or she can make me something, or her mother has offered to order take-out at her house. I tell Liz I will decide later and text her before she gets off work at 3pm.

As that hour approaches, I am overwhelmed with the mountain of work I am facing at the office. I need the mental boost that comes with being able to scratch anything off my to-do list. Something easy, something quick. I text Liz that I want to go to her mother’s house and eat what we refer to as Korean tacos—chopped salmon and rice wrapped in seaweed. Accomplishing that simple task and being decisive gives me confidence to also ask her to make me a cherry pie, though I tell her it doesn’t have to be today. Just soon.

When she gets off work, she calls to say she’ll make the pie tonight if I’ll go get Gus from daycare.

In my truck I’m listening to Dani Shapiro read her memoir, HOURGLASS. I’ve mostly read fiction lately and Shapiro has reminded me how much I love memoir done right. So right that I feel like I’ve known her, personally, for a long time. Like we have a history that would warrant me picking up my phone and texting her to say, “I’m finally getting around to reading your book, old friend, and it is beautiful.” I wonder if my mother would like the book. I think she would.

I race across town to get to Gus’s daycare in Hillcrest before 5:30pm, but when I get there, I have time to spare. There are only five minutes left in my book, so I turn my truck’s engine off and watch the other parents wrangle their children into their respective cars while I listen to the very end—“This audiobook has been a production…”

I meet eyes with a mother I don’t recognize coming out of the school, and I realize just how creepy I may look, sitting there outside a daycare in my nondescript pick-up truck, no sense of urgency to get out and retrieve my child.

“Daddy!” Gus says, running into my arms when I finally go in and stand in the doorway where he and his friend Luna are the last two children.

“Does someone at your house have a birthday today?” Ms. Cathy asks Gus. “It’s Daddy’s birthday!” Gus says. And I feel incredibly loved by my son. He doesn’t have to love me, I think, but he does.

On the way home, I explain to Gus how the red lights and the green lights dictate when we stop and when we go. He is fascinated. He applies the rule to all the lights he sees.

“What is that yellow light?” he asks.

“That’s a controversial subject, son.” I say. “Some people think it means slow down, but I’m in the camp that just thinks it means it’s time to commit.”

“Oooohhhh…” he says. “I don’t want to go home.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“I want to go see diggers,” he says. We are in a construction equipment phase.

“We’ll have to keep an eye out for some on the way to Yiayia & Papou’s.”

“Are we going to Yiayia & Papou’s?”

“Yiayia & Papou, we’re coming for you…” I say. It’s a game we’ve played for probably a year. I say the names of the people whose house we are going to and he will say what it is he wants from them.

“We’re coming for you and your toys and your Paw Patrol,” he responds.

When we get there, he runs into the living room for the toys and the Paw Patrol, which are also toys.

“Happy birthday,” Zill says.

Athena hugs me. Liz kisses me. I can tell she is eager for me to see that she is making my cherry pie.

“I didn’t have time to make Nana’s crust, but look at those cherries,” she says.

They are the red of earthy roses, a color not found from a can of cherry pie filling.

Athena pulls two beers from the refrigerator. “They’re both Birthday Bomb! beers, but one is aged in a whiskey barrel!” she tells me.

Liz and I are on a diet that only allows us to drink once a week and this week has already been spoken for.

“It’s a special occasion,” she says. “You should drink them.”

Athena pulls a frozen mug from the freezer and I pour the stout into the glass. I sit with Zill in the living room. We toast that our country has somehow managed to not initiate World War III yet. Athena brings in a plate of large, chilled shrimp, which grabs Gus’s attention.

“What are those things?” he asks.

���Those are shrimp,” I say. “You love shrimp.”

“I need to have them,” he says.

I hold one by the tail as he eagerly bites into it. He wants to take another bite before he finishes the first. He’s ready to move on to the next shrimp entirely, but I regain his attention and show him the meat that is still in the tail. He devours one shrimp after the other. So much so that I look around to see if anyone else thinks I should stop him. Liz is happy he’s eating protein and not carbs, so I let him continue.

My mother calls me and I step out onto the back patio. She wishes me a happy birthday and we talk about my day. We talk about the extended family getting together Sunday maybe to celebrate everyone who has a birthday in January—me, my sister, my grandmother, my aunt and uncle and oldest niece, Caroline, who came within hours of being a February birthday that night in 2008 when we all waited so long in the waiting room at the hospital in Memphis.

“Stop by so we can give you your birthday gift,” my sister texts me. They live less than a mile from us.

By the time Liz gets Gus bathed and I insist on waiting around to see the Final Jeopardy question, which I initially answered partially correct, but then second-guess myself enough to ultimately miss entirely, our family is tired. I drive Liz and Gus home so she can put him to bed, then I double back.

I look through the window and see Laura and Chris sitting in their living room, which is halfway through a remodel and in a state of disarray. I walk in without knocking. The lights are mostly out, but there is a lamp over the new keyboard my mother got her granddaughters for Christmas this year.

“Where’s Liz?” they ask. They prefer their aunt to their uncle.

“She had to go put Gus down,” I say, noticing the paper taped to two chairs facing the keyboard. On each paper is our names—“Guy” and “Liz”—our assigned seats.

Caroline casually walks out of the hallway onto the makeshift staging area in front of me. She holds a cardboard beard to her face and delivers lines she has written and rehearsed, but that don’t quite steer a clear narrative. Her younger sister emerges from the hallway with a similar prop and a less confident set of lines. They ramp up the drama by throwing their cardboard disguises away quickly and each donning a man’s necktie with the tags still on. They go back into the hallway and return with a gift bag for me. Inside, I find a vintage tie rack on which I will be able to hang the ties they have gotten me.

When things settle down, Cate sits at the keyboard. “I tried to learn ‘Happy Birthday,’ but I couldn’t,” she says to me, before playing the first notes of another simple tune from the songbook in front of her. We all clap when she finishes. I hug both my nieces and their parents.

“Did you ever take piano lessons, Gunkel?” Cate asks me.

“I did, but not for very long,” I say. “I could never coordinate my left hand while I was also using my right.”

Like I always do when I am in front of piano keys, I play the recognizable right hand to the melody of Beethoven’s Fur Elise.

“Can you teach me how to read those notes?” I ask Cate, nodding toward her songbook.

She shows me which notes correspond and together we try to play something. I enjoy the time with her, and I enjoy reading the music, even if it’s in such a simplistic form.

Again, I thank them for my gifts, then say goodbye. As I back out of their driveway, I notice a text from the woman who was married to my father when he died. They were married for nearly two decades. She has already wished me a happy birthday and so before I open it, I think hard about what information she might have to give me, but come up with nothing.

“Abbey passed tonight,” her text reads.

My father’s dog. A Jack Russell terrier he got when I lived with them. She was nuts, but also cute and loyal and absolutely fearless. Every time Dad introduced her to someone, he would say, “She’d fight a bear,” and he would tell of the time she came wandering home after fighting a wild animal, her insides dragging behind her.

Now, when I think of Abbey, I think of my father in his hospital bed at home in White County, depressed and ready to die, and in the corner, guarding the window, there is Abbey, standing guard for him, happy to wait as long as she needs to. I will always love her for the happiness she gave him.

When I get home, the lights are out. Liz and Gus are asleep. Suki and I walk to the backyard and I throw the tennis ball for her over and over until she no longer brings it back. I wash my hands and see our family cookbook on the counter. It lies open to the page listing my Nana’s pie crust recipe. I imagine Liz pulling the cookbook out this afternoon. And I feel incredibly loved by my wife. She doesn’t have to love me, but she does.

This is my wonderful life at 38 years old: cherry pies, tie racks, and memories of my father and his dog.

[calpicowater]

Week 49/52: December 3rd - December 9th 2019 | 新疆炒米粉！

I’ve been going home really late even though I get off work at 6 or 7pm because I don’t wanna go home to my dad’s nonsense lmfaoooooo. On Thursday, I deadass went to the food court right after work and planned on just sitting there for 2 hours by myself lmao :< but then Linda came and surprised me and I think I cried a little because that was really cute T^T <3 . We went on a instant noodle date after work on Friday LMAO we literally found a cup fire noodle in Safeway (???) LOL and then we also got the Shin Black cup noodle :P LOL. I was off early on Saturday so I went to meet up with Vicky! We tried the Xinjiang fried rice noodles in Parker and it was SOOOO yum..... I can’t wait to eat it again!! That bowl is $14 though... so expensive especially for food court food LMAO. But worth it!! I ordered the maximum level of spice and I might have killed Vicky...... I’M SORRY LULS :’( jsdhjadfkaksg. We spent the next hour trying to get an outfit photo for my suit but it just ended up with me taking photos for random couples in front of the Aberdeen Christmas display LOL. Ended off the day by eating matcha ice cream cones at Matcha Cafe Maiko. Their hojicha powder pairs really well with the vanilla/matcha swirl cone hehehe. 

On Sunday, I went to eat ramen at Marutama Ramen with Linda but I didn’t like their ramen?????? They gave too much noodle and not enough toppings (which sucks because their toppings are yum but their noodles not so much LOL). Also the broth was s00oooo000o creamy I think I died after like 5 bites RIP. I think I’ve eaten enough ramen for the rest of my 20s LOL. After eating, we headed over to Coquitlam for their Christmas light show and it was just 3832839 lights around a lake HAHAHA. It’s nice because it was free >:D We went to see lights but we ended up just looking at all the doggos that were there with their owners :’) ~ We also went to Tokki and ate their cheese dog. I wanted us to eat like 4 cheese dogs but we were both too full from the ramen, so we just ate one HAHAHA. 

Ended off this week with a closing shift (3:30 to 9:30????) at bbt??? Wtf LOL ==

[jungkooksxo]

pretty little kitty (m)

pairing: seokjin x reader x yoongi genre: smut, angst, hurt & comfort, fluff words: 19k warnings: threesome, dirty talk, daddy kink, oppa kink, cum play, oral sex, choking, multiple orgasms, anal sex, spoilers for the disney movie coco if you haven’t seen it (which if you haven’t, fucking watch it right now? it’s so fucking good???), dom/sub dynamics, sub!yoongi summary:

that’s it, that’s the fic.

part one

“Fuck.”

Jin collapsed on the ground and chugged from his water bottle, the other members of the group in similar states of distress as the choreographer told them they were done for the night. Namjoon was sitting to his left, wiping his face off with a towel, while Yoongi was spread out like a starfish to his right.

“I hate this,” Yoongi complained, “I don’t wanna move anymore. I don’t wanna move for the rest of my life.”

“They have dinner for you in the third meeting room,” their manager Seijin called from the door, “After that, you’re good to go back to the dorms. We start bright and early tomorrow, so make sure to get plenty of rest!”

“Dinner!” Jungkook wailed, “I’m so hungry, please tell me it’s fried chicken!”

“Fried chicken?” Hoseok’s head popped up from where he was laying on the floor.

“Yes it’s fried chicken now everyone go eat.” Seijin said in exasperation, the boys scrambling up from the floor to rush to the meeting room.

Jin smiled and looked at his phone, finding text messages, as well as a picture message, from his main squeeze.

From: Baby Girl ❤️

hey!!! i hope training went okay today!!! RJ and i are patiently waiting for Daddy to get home ❤️

The picture you sent was of you hugging Jin’s beloved RJ plushie to your cheek, giving it a kiss. What you were wearing though…

You were wearing Jin’s favorite lingerie; a pink babydoll with lacy pink panties. The thing that really threw him for a loop was the pretty pink collar wrapped snugly around your neck, a cute little bell dangling, as well as a heart shaped tag.

Jin let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding, trying to fight down the erection trying to form in his loose sweats.

To: Baby Girl ❤️

Naughty kitten. Dressed like that in front of my son, whom I birthed. I should teach you a lesson when I get home

From: Baby Girl ❤️

hmmm or you could let me take care of you tonight instead ;) i know you’ve been working hard, Jinnie. i want to spoil my amazing boyfriend!!!

To: Baby Girl ❤️

I love you so much oh my god. I’m so tired I’m ready to collapse. I’m going to eat dinner and then we’ll be back at the dorms!!! Wait for me, my beautiful angel ❤️❤️❤️

From: Baby Girl ❤️

RJ will keep me company until you get here~ i love you, Seokjinnie ❤️❤️❤️

Jin stood up, finally, then paused, looking back to see Yoongi dead asleep on the floor, curled up next to where Jin had been previously sitting and texting you. His lips were parted as he snoozed, snoring softly. Jin sighed, smiling fondly as he knelt down.

“Yoongi-ah,” he called softly, “It’s time to wake up. Taehyungie’s going to eat all the chicken wings if we don’t hurry up and get to dinner.”

“Mmf,” Yoongi curled up further, his hands sandwiched between his thighs. “Sleep.”

“Yoongi.” Jin said through a laugh, shaking his shoulder gently, “C’mon, I know you’re tired, but you’re probably hungry too, right?”

“M’starving,” Yoongi mumbled, then finally began to stretch himself out, waking up.

“Good boy,” Jin said, running his fingers through Yoongi’s matted hair, gently removing the tangles he found there. “I’ll see you in the meeting room, okay? Don’t fall asleep!”

Yoongi hummed an acknowledgement, and he watched as Jin walked away. How was he supposed to fall back asleep after that?

His scalp tingled from where Jin had run his fingers through his hair, his heart skipping a couple beats. He could feel his face flushing, and he immediately smashed his cheeks in his hands.

“No,” he grunted, “No, no. We’re not doing this, Min Yoongi. Stop it.”

Yoongi scratched at his head where Jin had stroked it to get rid of the tingly feeling, then finally stood from the floor, making his way to the meeting room.

-xxx-

“Oh, kitten.”

You hummed around Jin’s dick in your mouth, slurping obscenely as you pulled back up.

“God, you look so good,” Jin moaned, “So perfect taking my dick like that.”

“Mmm, you close?” You asked, smiling when Jin squeezed his eyes shut, nodding before tilting his head back. You worked your fist faster, focusing your attention on the sensitive tip, pressing kisses and bites along the beautiful column of Jin’s neck.

Jin came with a moan of your name, soiling your fist and his tummy, his hips twitching and his whole body relaxing bonelessly into the sheets.

“Fuck I needed that,” Jin groaned, looking at you dazedly with a crooked grin, “Thank you, kitten.”

“Of course, Daddy,” you cooed, learning down to press your lips together in a sweet kiss, “Anything for you.”

“Ah, what about you?” Jin asked, “Let me take care of you…”

“Mm, it’s okay,” you reassured him, “You have work in the morning. I’ll take care of it.”

“Kitten,” he whined, reaching up to cup your breast through your flimsy lingerie, making you gasp, “Please?”

“How about you just watch?” you asked, reaching over to the drawer of his nightstand that held all the toys the two of you used, “You already made me so wet, Daddy, I’ll probably cum so quick.”

“Mmm, wanna watch,” he grinned when you pulled out your favorite little bullet vibrator, “Make yourself cum, kitten.”

You grinned back, setting the vibe to the medium setting and slipping it inside your underwear, buckling as soon as the vibrations hit your clit.

You were already so sensitive, so a few minutes of working your clit and Jin playing with your chest sent you flying over the edge, your orgasm quick and sharp. You pulled the vibrator away and collapsed onto the bed next to Jin, who pulled you close and peppered your face with kisses.

“I love you,” he murmured, then, “Let’s go the fuck to bed.”

When you woke the next morning, Jin was already gone and at work. You sighed, but found RJ tucked in next to you with a little note attached to his bandana.

“Good morning, kitten! Sorry I had to leave so early. Tonight the group is going out to dinner, and you’re invited! Nothing too fancy, just going out for noodles. Love you, have a good day!!! - Seokjinnie-oppa ❤️”

You smiled, your heart fluttering in your chest.

“Such a sweetie pie,” you mumbled, laying back down with a huff and hugging RJ close to your chest.

-xxx-

“Yoongi-hyung?”

Yoongi jolted out of his daze, looking over at Jungkook who raised an eyebrow at him.

“You okay? You zoned out for like five minutes.”

“Yeah...Yeah, I’m fine,” Yoongi swallowed, looking back down at his half-eaten bowl of ramen, “Just sleepy, I guess.”

“You’re always sleepy, hyung!” Jungkook teased, “But at least eat more of your noodles.”

“Yah, I’m the hyung here,” Yoongi argued, “I should be telling you that.”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it with Taehyungie.” Jungkook shrugged, then began to take huge bites of his own noodles, slurping enthusiastically.

“Watch it, Jungkookie! You’re getting broth all over me!” Jungkook gave you a sheepish grin.

“Sorry, noona,” he said through a mouthful of noodles, and you rolled your eyes, affectionately reaching over to dab away some broth from the younger boy’s cheek. You glanced over at Yoongi, who seemed to be staring at you in a daze, noodles hanging from his mouth. You giggled, giving him a bright smile before returning your attention to your own noodles.

Yoongi managed to tear his gaze away from you again before he could fixate on your mouth again. He stared down at his bowl, chewing his noodles slowly and thoughtfully.

Then his phone went off in his pocket.

From: Seokjin-hyung

It’s not polite to stare, Yoongi-ah.

Yoongi tensed, looking up at Jin, who was affectionately tucking your hair behind your ear as you listened to a story Hoseok was telling. You gave Jin a soft smile before turning your attention back to Hoseok, who shouted something Yoongi didn’t quite catch, making you jump and laugh hysterically. Jin met Yoongi’s gaze, his smile turning dark and knowing, looking back down at his phone.

From: Seokjin-hyung

You’ve been looking tense lately, Yoongi-ah. Something on your mind?

To: Seokjin-hyung

No. Nothing at all. I’m not tense. I’m just tired.

From: Seokjin-hyung

Your shoulders are up to your ears.

Yoongi blinked at the message, then immediately relaxed his shoulders, hearing Seokjin’s chuckle from across the table.

From: Seokjin-hyung

I’ve been thinking. Did you want to come and play with my kitten again? She’s been feisty lately. We’ve been so busy, and you need to relax.

Yoongi’s eyebrows raised, then he met Jin’s gaze from across the table again. Jin was smirking at him, murmuring something into your ear before handing you his phone. Yoongi felt his skin crawl as your eyebrows also raised, then you looked up at Yoongi as well. Your lips curled in a shy little smile, then you started typing away on Jin’s phone.

From: Seokjin-hyung

i’d love to have you over again for another play date, oppa~ but only if you want to and are okay with it.

“Fuck.” Yoongi hissed under his breath, then quickly locked his phone and shoved it back in his pocket. He stubbornly began to eat his noodles, pointedly ignoring the stares and giggles from across the tables. His phone continued to buzz in his pocket, and then they stopped. He heard you and Jin talking with Hoseok and Jimin again, so he pulled his phone out to their barrage of text messages.

From: Seokjin-hyung

any time you want to play with me, you can~ i’ve been telling daddy i miss your mouth...you were sooooo good with your fingers Yoongi-oppa i can’t stop thinking about it

daddy talks about you filling me up with your cum too...you should do that again sometime ;p

pleeeeeease say you’ll come play with us oppaaaaaaaaaa

ooooooooppppppaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

here’s a picture of us to help you make your decision ;)

Yoongi inhaled sharply at the picture. Jin had taken it, from the way his arm was. His other arm was wrapped securely around your waist, his hand clutching your ass possessively. He had your bottom lip between his teeth, and your lips were attempting to pull into a smile. You were wearing a frilly pink baby doll, sitting pretty in Jin’s lap. Jin was only wearing his Balenciaga boxers, his broad shoulders and chest on display. Yoongi could see a hint of one of your nipples slipping out of the baby doll, and he swallowed. He locked his phone and put it back into his pocket.

You are not having a bisexual crisis at the dinner table Min Yoongi, he screeched internally, reaching for a dumpling in the middle of the table mechanically and popping it into his mouth. He chanced a glance over at you and Jin, the both of you wearing knowing smirks, but eating your food and talking with the other boys between bites.

“I covered the bill, so whenever everyone is done, the van is waiting outside.” Seijin announced, and Yoongi stood up first, quickly putting on his coat and heading for the door, ignoring Taehyung’s cries of ‘hyung is trying to get the front seat someone stop him!’.

He made it to the front seat no problems, sticking his tongue out childishly at Taehyung who was pouting and whining outside his window. The rest of the crew piled into the van, gushing about how good the food was and how full they were. You let out a yelp, making Yoongi look the rear view mirror to see you smacking Jin with a pout. Jin was laughing his squeaky windshield wiper laugh, and you plopped down in your seat with a huff, still pouting even when you rested your head on Jin’s shoulder and hugged his arm to your chest. Jin rested his head on top of yours, smiling sweetly as he met Yoongi’s gaze. He winked, and Yoongi quickly looked down at his lap, fiddling with his fingers and attempting to fight back the flush he knew was going across his cheeks.

He supposed that if he denied himself a bisexual crisis in the restaurant, he could have one in the car and when he got home instead.

-xxx-

“Oppa.”

Yoongi gasped, feeling hands ghost down his front. He was leaning against something sturdy and warm. Rather, he was leaning against someone sturdy and warm, their lips pressing tiny kisses along the column of his neck.

“Yoongi-oppa. Is this for me?”

Yoongi’s eyes fluttered open, the view he had making his breath catch in his throat. You were on your knees in front of him, a coy smirk stretched across your face. You were wearing the baby doll in the picture you had sent him, and the lacy panties too. But instead of the bright pink that Jin preferred, they were jet black. The thing that struck him, though, was across your neck. A pretty little collar sat, with a bell that jingled with every move, and heart shaped tag.

Daddy’s Kitten, it said.

Yoongi moaned, long and low, jutting his hips up.

“Yes, baby it’s for you,” he mumbled, and you giggled, the bell tittering with your laughter. “Jagi, don’t tease me…”

“Mm, what do you think, Daddy?” You hummed, your finger rubbing circles teasingly on the tip of Yoongi’s cock, making his hips jump again. “Do you think we should reward Yoongi-oppa? He’s being so good for us…”

“Hmm,” Jin hummed thoughtfully, and Yoongi let out a squeak when he felt one of Jin’s big hands run down his tummy, running a finger down the length of his cock teasingly. “You’re right, kitten. Give baby boy what he wants.”

Yoongi melted at the pet name, gasping as you leaned down to finally, finally wrap your lips around his cock.

“That’s a good boy,” Jin cooed, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s neck, “Let kitten take care of you.”

“Yes, yes, yes-!”

Yoongi awoke with a jolt, his alarm screeching from his bedside table. He was covered in a cold sweat, his dick hard and weeping in his boxers.

“Oh my god,” he hissed, fumbling his hand down to give himself a squeeze, choking on a moan. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

He came quickly, after three pumps, muffling his cries into his pillows. He relaxed bonelessly into the sheets, panting.

“Oh my god.” He said again, hearing Namjoon shuffle, then fall out of his bed with a yelp on the other side of his wall, then heard Hoseok’s muffled laughter.

“I’m so fucked.” He moaned, then quickly stumbled out of bed.

-xxx-

“I’ll do it.”

Jin looked up from his paper that ran through the schedule for the variety show they were set to star on. Yoongi was standing in front of him with a furrow in his brow and his lips drawn into a pout.

“What?” Jin asked, and Yoongi’s cheeks turned a pink color as he shifted his stance, folding his arms. He seemed to pout harder as he reached up to scratch behind his ear.

“I’ll do it,” he repeated, mumbling, “Join you. Whenever. Whatever.”

Jin stared at him a minute, and Yoongi could physically hear the gears clicking before Jin’s face lit up.

“Oh!” He said delightedly, grinning, “Okay! Just message us whenever you want. Or should we message you? Ah, whatever,” Jin waved it off, “We’ll be in touch.”

“Uh. Okay.” Yoongi pushed back the idea of leaning down to press a kiss on Jin’s cheek, “Bye.” He choked, storming away.

“Yoongi-ssi! You’re up for makeup, get over here!” One of the makeup noona’s called, making Yoongi groan in annoyance. “I know your tricks. Sit.” She ordered, and Yoongi did with a frown, resisting the urge to coo when Seijin came over and handed him an iced Americano. “You’re just like a little baby Yoongi-ssi,” the makeup noona teased, spreading her brushes out at her station, “Shuts up as soon as you give him his bottle. Or in your case, your iced Americano.”

“Noona,” Yoongi mumbled, taking another sip to bite back his comments, “Just make me look pretty now. Please.”

“As you wish.” She gave him a teasing smile, then got to work.

-xxx-

“Babe, come over tonight.”

“I can’t, I’m watching Netflix.”

“My parents are out of town.”

“Seokjin, you absolute meme,” you said, sinking deeper into your pillow pile. “Seriously. I’m watching Netflix. Do I have to come over?”

“Well you know I can’t come over there,” Jin replied, “Also, Yoongi-ah is coming over.”

“Oh?” That piqued your interest. You sat up from your pillow pile, “Do tell me more about that.”

“Yoongi came to me today,” Jin said, his voice low, “He said he’d like to join us again.”

“Oh?” You grinned, “Tell me more about that.”

“It was so cute,” Jin said, his squeaky laugh filtering through the phone, “He was so pouty. Blushing. He said, ‘I’ll do it, or whatever.’ Like it was some chore that he didn’t want to do.”

“Aww, Yoongi-oppa!” You giggled, imagining Yoongi’s pouty face as he talked with Jin, “Adorable. So you want to do something tonight?”

“If you’re up for it, babe,” Jin hummed, “We’re gonna have a pretty packed schedule next week, so I don’t want you to miss me while I’m gone.”

“Always thinking of me,” you said with a smirk, “With your dick.”

“Yah! I do not!” Jin cried, and you laughed, finally emerging from your bed.

“Okay, I’m gonna shower and I’ll be over. Don’t start without me!”

“Why would we do that?” Jin asked with a snort, “We need you here to make it no homo.”

“Seokjin, I swear,” you sighed, “I’m leaving now, bye.”

“I love you, bye!” Jin chirped, and you tossed your phone onto your bed, trotting over to your bathroom to shower and get ready.

-xxx-

“I’m here!”

Yoongi looked up from his phone, seeing you waltzing through the door, your hair a little wind swept and your cheeks flushed a cute pink from the cold.

“Sorry I took so long,” you apologized sheepishly, shrugging off your coat and hanging it up near the door, “I had to get ready because I was laying in bed all day. Hey babe.” You tilted your head to accept Jin’s affectionate kiss. “Hey, Yoongi-oppa! Rough day at practice?”

“What makes you say that?” Yoongi asked, a little snippy. You laughed, walking over to run your fingers through his hair, making him tense and his eyes widen.

“Your hair is a mess,” you replied softly, smiling down at him, “Also, you look two minutes away from passing out.”

“I do not.” Yoongi protested half-heartedly, and Jin stood next to you, looking down at Yoongi with a knowing grin.

“Yeah you do,” Jin agreed, tilting his head, “Your eyes get droopy and you sink further and further into whatever surface your sitting on. I thought you were going to curl up into a ball before she even got here.”

“Whatever,” Yoongi huffed, “We doing this thing or what?”

“Jumping right into it, huh?” Jin shrugged, “Works for me. Kitten,” your gaze flicked from Yoongi to Jin, who was smirking, tilting his head down towards Yoongi, “Give him a taste. You know he’s missed you.”

Yoongi wanted to protest, that he didn’t miss you, he saw you basically every day. But he was cut off by you tilting his head back so it rested on the back of the couch, leaning down to press your lips together softly.

“It’s weird kissing like this,” you giggled, pulling away. “Oppa? Do you want to go to the bedroom?”

“Yes.” Yoongi whispered, and the three of you made your way into Jin’s bedroom, your hand wrapped firmly around Yoongi’s wrist. You pulled him towards the bed, pausing before you could both sit down, then shrugging, as if coming to a conclusion about something you didn’t voice. You reached for the hem of your baggy t-shirt, tugging it up and over your head. Yoongi sucked in a breath at the sight of the lilac lace of your bra, the material barely hiding anything from his view. You tugged your leggings off, the matching bottoms making Yoongi let out the breath he was holding.

“Is that the new set I bought you!” Jin asked excitedly, “Aigooo, it does look amazing on you! I have such good taste.” Jin gave himself a smug pat on the back, moving to sit at the head of the bed. Yoongi raised an eyebrow at you.

“Are most of your excursions with him like this?” he asked dryly, and you laughed, moving in to sit comfortably in Yoongi’s lap, making him choke on his spit.

“Not always,” you admitted, then smirked down at him, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “But you’d know that, wouldn’t you? Oppa?” You giggled as you ran your fingers through his hair again, “Haven’t you been listening? Daddy says that I should be extra loud for you some nights…”

Yoongi looked over to Jin, who was watching with a pleased gleam in his eye. His hand was lazily rubbing the bulge starting to form in his sweatpants, meeting Yoongi’s gaze and giving him a smirk. Yoongi focused his attention back on you, finally moving his hands up to run down your sides, then groping your behind greedily. You gasped happily, grinding your hips into his lap.

Reminiscent of your first romp, you ended up lying comfortably in Jin’s lap while Yoongi ate you out. He made you cum quickly, about to pull away to let you relax a moment, but Jin had other plans.

“Can you keep going?” Jin asked, Yoongi looking up at him. “I want you to make her cum again like that.”

Yoongi stared dumbfounded for a moment, then tensed as Jin gave him a dark look.

“Do you need it to be an order?” He said, his voice deep and low, “Keep going. Make her cum again. Don’t make me ask twice, Yoongi.”

Yoongi felt a shiver go down his spine, immediately dropping back down to resume his task. You were wailing, clutching onto Jin and Yoongi, your legs shaking and tears falling down your cheeks as Yoongi brought you to completion again.

“There you go, what a good boy,” Jin cooed, pushing Yoongi’s bangs away from his face. “You want to cum?”

“Please,” Yoongi whimpered, and Jin smiled.

“Where do you want to cum, Yoongi-ah?”

“Inside,” he mumbled, his gaze dropping back down to where you lay, spread and soaking wet from his attention, “Wanna cum inside her, please-“

“So polite,” Jin praised, pulling his hand away from Yoongi’s hair, “You want that, baby girl?”

“Yes,” you sighed, and once the both of you nodded, Yoongi tugged his sweatpants and boxers down so his dick was out, then quickly slid inside you, choking out a groan.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, “So wet-“

“Mmm, oppa,” you moaned, pulling him down to press your lips together in a sloppy kiss, “Fuck me.”

Yoongi did. He clutched you close, burying his face in your neck, slamming his hips into yours, revelling in the wet slaps and slick noises the two of you made together. He came quick, pulling away to watch the mess he made slick back out.

“God,” Yoongi moaned, then looked up. Jin was looking at him thoughtfully, and you were licking your lips.

“The night’s still young,” you murmured, grinning at Yoongi, “Don’t you think, Daddy?”

“I agree, kitten,” Jin replied, reaching down to run his finger through the mess Yoongi made, keeping eye contact, “Why don’t we play some more?”

“Oh, fuck.” Yoongi mumbled, and Jin laughed.

“Famous last words, Yoongi-ah.” He said.

-xxx-

“I feel like my soul was sucked out from my dick.”

You muffled a laugh against the bedding, staring at the back of Yoongi’s head. His hair was tousled badly, and you tenderly touched some of the nail marks you had made in his back the night before.

“Sorry, oppa,” you said sweetly, “But you had fun, right?”

Yoongi made a soft noise of affirmation, snuggling deeper into the pillow he was clutching onto. He snuffled sweetly, and you smiled wider.

“You’re so cute in the mornings,” you mumbled, and Yoongi turned his head so he could look at you, raising an eyebrow. “You’re so soft and sweet. Like a marshmallow.”

“Yah, what about me?” Jin protested from behind you, propping himself up on his elbow. His hair was also a bird’s nest, his lips swollen and a couple stray hickeys strewn across his chest. You giggled, leaning up to press a kiss to Jin’s jaw.

“You’re always cute, Seokjinnie,” You cooed, grinning wider when you saw him puff up proudly, “It’s no contest.”

“You’re gonna make me barf,” Yoongi muttered flatly, giving the two of you a disgusted look, “It is far too early for the lovey dovey bullshit.”

“You’ll get over it,” Jin said dismissively, then clambered over you and Yoongi to get out of bed, “What do you guys want for breakfast?”

“Coffee,” Yoongi called, just as you said, “Don’t worry, I’ll feed myself.”

“Feed yourself my asshole, I’m making you eggs.” Jin said, pulling on his boxers. “Same goes for you, Yoongi-ah, we’re practicing a lot today and you need a lot more than coffee to sustain you.”

“Whatever you say, Daddy,” Yoongi gave him a wicked grin, and Jin promptly threw his RJ cushion at his face, making him yelp.

You stretched out on the bed with a pleased groan, wincing at the aches and pains that flashed throughout your body. You felt eyes on you, and you glanced over to see Yoongi watching you thoughtfully.

“What’s up?” you asked, and Yoongi shrugged, reaching over to gently push a stray piece of hair away from your face.

“You’re cute, too,” he muttered softly, running his finger down the bridge of your nose. You felt your cheeks burn as he smiled softly. “In the mornings.”

“Seokjin-hyung!” Namjoon’s voice suddenly boomed throughout the dorm, making both Yoongi and you jump. Yoongi clambered out of the bed, hissing cuss words under his breath as he fumbled for his clothes. You floundered, unsure what to do, then winced when Yoongi whipped an oversized t-shirt at you. You quickly tugged it on, then managed to find your panties from the night before, tugging those on as well. You heard Taehyung call your name, then burst into the bedroom.

“Noona! Jin-hyung said you were here!” you yelped as Taehyung flopped on top of you, nuzzling his cheek against yours. “Good morning!” he chirped, then finally took note of Yoongi in the room, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Yoongi-hyung? What are you doing over here?”

“...Just...I, uh…” he glanced around the room, then you blurted out,

“He was looking for a shirt Seokjinnie borrowed!” you gave Yoongi a nervous grin, “Right? Yoongi-oppa?”

“Uh, yes!” Yoongi agreed, “Yep. Yeah, just. Looking for a shirt.”

“It stinks in here,” Jungkook said loudly, peeking in through the bedroom door, giving you a grin, “G’morning, noona! We came to mooch breakfast off Seokjin-hyung.”

“That’s nice, but haven’t any of you heard of knocking?!” you cried, trying to push Taehyung off of you.

“I’ve literally seen Jin-hyung’s dick inside your mouth,” Taehyung replied easily, “I think the concept of privacy is long gone at this point.”

“Oh my god, Taehyung, get off of me,” you groaned, trying to hide your face, “No one look at me. Everyone get out. I need to suffocate myself in these sheets.”

“Speaking of sheets, you might need some new ones put on,” Jungkook piped up, “TaeTae, is that a cum puddle near your knee?”

“A WHAT?!” Taehyung screeched, jumping off the bed and running out of the room, and you glanced down, knowing that the three of you changed the sheets before you went to bed. Jungkook winked at you, giving you a thumbs up before going towards the kitchen, where Taehyung’s screeching continued, and Hoseok’s laughter rattled throughout the dorm.

“Um. I’m gonna go now.” Yoongi mumbled, scratching behind his ear, “I really gotta shower before we head out…”

“Alright,” you sighed, getting out of bed and reaching to press a soft kiss against Yoongi’s cheek. “Thanks for playing with us again. Whenever you wanna, just let Seokjinnie know and he’ll let me know.” You gave Yoongi a happy smile, and he gave you a nervous one in return, picking up his hoodie and tugging it on.

“See you later.” he said, and you waved, closing the door behind him so you could make yourself more presentable for the rambunctious group of boys currently in Jin’s kitchen.

-xxx-

From: Genius Min Suga

Hey r u busy

Jin blinked at the message, then glanced at you.

“Hey, are we busy?” he asked, and you looked over from where you were shoving a handful of popcorn into your mouth.

“I mean, not really,” you replied, your voice muffled by your popcorn, “Who’s asking?”

“Yoongi,” Jin said, “I’ll tell him no.”

“Ah, shit. I’m not really prepared for a dick appointment.” you glanced down at your sweats, “I think I’m wearing my granny panties today.”

“Hot.” Jin’s phone went off again, “Yoongi’s coming over.”

Since the second time the two of you invited Yoongi into the bedroom, there had been a handful of other times Yoongi had joined in. Jin seemed to take great pleasure in bossing him around, telling him what to do to make you feel good. Yoongi seemed to like it too, but it was hard to tell sometimes when he scowled at Jin before obeying.

The time that Yoongi lingered afterwards seemed to be getting longer, as well. He continued to stay the night, and you would often find yourself waking up curled up in Yoongi’s arms, or with Yoongi curled up into your back. Sometimes you’d wake up to him playing with your hair, looking lost in his own thoughts. You had tried to ask him what he was thinking about a couple times, but every time he shook his head and told you not to worry about it.

Those mornings, when Yoongi was soft, vulnerable, his lips parted as he slept. You felt something stir in your chest, your heart skipping a beat. It had scared you, but your feelings for Jin remained unchanged. If anything, you fell for him harder, the two of you growing closer with every encounter with Yoongi. So now you were confused. What was the feeling that bloomed in your chest whenever Yoongi spent the night? When his kisses when from rough and demanding to sweet and tender? When Yoongi and Jin spent their sweet time covering you in kisses and slowly bringing you to the edge?

You were knocked out of your thoughts by a knock at the door, then it opening.

“Hey,” Yoongi called, then came towards the couch. “What are you guys watching?”

“Coco!” You replied, scooting closer to Jin and patting the space next to you, “You should watch, I’ve heard it’s really good!”

“Alright.” Yoongi agreed easily, sitting down next to you and immediately leaning his body weight onto you and resting his head on your shoulder. You blinked, then Jin threw his arm around your shoulders, his hand resting on Yoongi’s head. You felt confused, but relaxed into both of them, getting into the movie.

You ended up crying at the end, big fat crocodile tears as Miguel played Remember Me for his Mamá Coco, and you heard a sniffle come from your right. You turned to see Yoongi’s hand covering his face.

“Yoongi, are you crying?” you asked, your voice quaking from your own tears.

“No,” he denied, then he let out a sob, “Fuck. The power of music helped her remember. It’s fucking beautiful, okay? Shut up!”

Jin remained silent, and then ending sequence of what happened one year later ran, and he suddenly swore loudly.

“Fuck! I made it the whole time!” he cried, choking out a sob of his own, “I didn’t cry the whole time! Of course the reunion with her dad fucked me up! GOD!”

You choked out a laugh, breaking down in tearful laughter, and eventually Jin and Yoongi joined you, laughing through their tears.

“I’m sorry I made us watch a movie that made us cry,” you said with a sniffle, grabbing the box of Kleenex on the table in front of you, handing everyone one to wipe their tears, “I thought it would be lighthearted and fun.”

“It’s a Disney movie,” Yoongi rebutted, giving you an unimpressed look with his red-rimmed eyes, “It’s going to be devastating one way or another.”

“He’s right,” Jin said, blowing his nose, “But it was still a good movie. I enjoyed it.”

“Oh, Yoongi-oppa, what did you come over for?” you asked, “I’m sure it wasn’t to watch Coco.”

Yoongi blinked at you for a moment, then glanced at Jin. He rubbed the back of his neck, finding something on the other side of the room more interesting.

“I...I just didn’t really want to be by myself tonight,” he mumbled, playing with his fingers, “I just wanted to hang out with you guys so I wouldn’t be stuck in my thoughts. I didn’t...I wasn’t looking for…”

“I getchya,” you interrupted, reaching over to give Yoongi’s hand a squeeze. He focused his gaze on you, and you gave him a soft smile, “If you ever need to get your mind off things, you can find us. Or if you just want to hang out with me, or just Seokjinnie, just say the word and we’ll be there for you. We’re your friends first and foremost, Yoongi-oppa.”

Yoongi gave you a crooked smile, giving the same smile to Jin over your shoulder.

“Aigooo, c’mere you two!” Jin crowed, pulling the two of you in for a tight hug, “I love you guys! My baby girl, and my son, who I raised on my back-“

“Jin-hyung shut up,” Yoongi spat, his voice muffled by the material of Jin’s sweater. You laughed, nuzzling your face into Jin’s neck and rubbing your hand comfortingly up and down Yoongi’s back.

“Spend the night,” you blurted, and Yoongi gave you a curious look from where he was resting his head on Jin’s shoulder. Seeing Jin’s arm still thrown over Yoongi’s shoulders, seeing them so close made your heart tangle into knots. “We don’t have to do anything. Just. We’ll sleep. You seem to sleep better when you’re with us.”

“If...if it’s okay,” Yoongi looked up at Jin, who nodded.

“Of course, Yoongi-ah,” Jin replied, “Like she already said, you’re welcome any time. Sexually or otherwise.”

“Alright.” Yoongi nodded, moving out of Jin’s hold, “Thank you. Both of you.”

After you cleaned up your mess in the living area, the three of you made your way into Jin’s bedroom, deciding to stay in your sweats to sleep. Jin flopped onto the bed, and Yoongi was waiting for you to crawl into the middle like you usually do, but you shook your head softly.

“Wanna be the middle spoon?” You asked, “It’s nice and warm. You also won’t fall off the bed in the morning.”

Yoongi snorted, and Jin opened the blanket, patting the space next to him. Yoongi seemed to hesitate, before climbing into bed, his back to Jin. You crawled in next to him, burying your face into his chest. Yoongi held you close, then you felt Jin’s hands slip over Yoongi to hold onto your hip.

“Good night everyone,” you said, and the boys mumbled their good nights as well, the three of you falling into a peaceful slumber.

-xxx-

“Seokjin-hyung.”

Jin was startled out of his thoughts by Namjoon, and he blinked.

“Yes?” He asked, and Namjoon shook his head.

“I asked if you were okay? You’ve been glaring at Yoongi-hyung all day.”

“Glaring?” Jin tilted his head, “That’s not what I meant to be doing.”

“What are you meaning to be doing?”

“Observing. Thinking. Deciphering. Contemplating.”

“I get it,” Namjoon interrupted, “Why?”

“Why?” Jin looked back at Yoongi, who was sipping his iced coffee in a tired daze while a makeup noona brushed different things onto his face. “Good question. I’m not really sure.”

“Seokjin! Chair!” One of the hairstylists called, and Jin stood up, giving Namjoon a pat on the shoulder before reporting to his chair.

“Oh good, you didn’t cut your own hair again,” the stylist teased, and Jin nodded, looking down and picking up a pair of scissors.

“It’s not too late for me to do it again,” he said with a grin, reaching up to take some of his bangs, making the stylist squawk in panic and yank the scissors out of his hand. He laughed, squeaking and clapping.

“Chaotic evil,” Taehyung called from the seat next to him.

“Sorry, it’s just so fun to tease,” Jin giggled, and then folded his hands in his lap, “I’ll be good. Do your worst.”

“Brat,” the stylist huffed, then got to work. Jin closed his eyes and let his mind wander.

It immediately wandered right back to Yoongi. He really hadn’t meant to glare at the other boy. He had been thinking; about him, about you, about...other things.

The morning after Yoongi stayed the night, Jin had done something. Embarrassing. Something you didn’t know about because you had been asleep at the time. Yoongi had slept in the middle, like you insisted, and Jin had spooned him, because what else was he supposed to do? Jin had seen Yoongi naked and had actually eaten his cum so he figured there was nothing wrong with cuddling. Which, there wasn’t, it was actually nice. Yoongi makes an excellent little spoon.

When Jin woke up the next morning, he was running on autopilot when he pulled the body in front of him closer, thinking it was you. He nuzzled his face into the back of their neck. He pressed a sweet kiss to the skin there, and when the person he was holding let out a sweet sigh, he continued to pepper kisses along the skin of their neck. He then brought one of his hands up to playfully grope your chest, as he did most mornings…

...Only to be met a flat, firm pec, that definitely did not belong to his girlfriend.

He paused, furrowing his brow and groping again, and yep, there was definitely not a boob there. He finally pried his eyes open, and was met by the view of Yoongi squirming in his hold.

“Oh, fuck,” Jin mumbled, and Yoongi groaned, turning over to hide his face in Jin’s chest. “Sorry, I thought you were…”

“S’okay,” Yoongi muttered, “Sorry I don’t have great tits for you to play with.” Jin chuckled at that, looking over to see you turned away from the two of them, snoozing away contentedly.

“You’re fine,” he replied, reaching up on a whim to start playing with Yoongi’s hair. “You’d look weird with tits.”

“So would you.” Yoongi shot back, and Jin snorted, letting the warm atmosphere relax him into a light doze, his hand slowing in Yoongi’s hair.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Yoongi, warm and pliant in his arms. He thought about the defiant gleam in his eye when he obeys Jin’s orders in bed. He thought about other times, Yoongi’s obedient whimpers, the way he bit his lip, when he met Jin’s gaze when he was cumming-

It was. A lot. To process, all at once. It made Jin’s insides do flips, similar to the first few times he went out on dates with you. Which confused him, because he hadn’t even considered the possibility of being anything but straight. He had only ever been with women, and then when he found you, he had cemented the fact that you were the one in his brain, and he stopped looking or caring because you were all he ever needed.

So what did this mean? Where did it leave the new feelings blooming in his tummy whenever he looked at Yoongi?

“Alright Seokjin, you’re done,” the stylist said, snapping him out of his reverie. “Head over to the makeup noonas and you’re good to go.”

“Thank you,” He said quietly, and stood up from his seat, stretching out and groaning at how stiff his muscles were.

He sunk down into his seat, and got lost in his thoughts again.

-xxx-

“Jin said that he was on his way.”

Yoongi hummed a noise of understanding, the two of you sitting next to each other on the couch. You had a bit of space between the two of you, which struck you as both odd and understandable. It had been a while since it was just the two of you alone together.

You glanced around, fiddling with your fingers for a moment.

“You, uh...want something to drink?” You asked, and Yoongi continued to scroll through his phone, shaking his head.

“No, I’m alright. Thank you.” He replied politely, and you nodded, going back to fiddling with your fingers.

Then your phone began to ring.

“Hey,” you answered, “What’s up?”

“Hey, they’re keeping me for a little while longer,” Jin said, “You guys can just go ahead and get started without me.”

“Started?” You asked, looking over at Yoongi, who was now staring at you curiously. “Are...Are you sure?”

“Yeah, honestly, I may not even make it back in time. I trust you both. It’s nothing you haven’t done before, it’s just without me there.”

“Seokjin…” you started, and he cut you off.

“Sorry, I gotta go. Just go ahead without me! It’s fine! 100% approval! I love you so much and I’ll see you guys when I get home!”

“Wait-!” You tried, but Jin had already hung up. You pulled your phone away from your face, then looked over at Yoongi.

“Um...Jin said...he’s gonna be late, and that if you wanted…” you looked down, shy, “...W-We could get started...without him…”

“Ah…” Yoongi breathed, and you looked up to see his cheeks flushing. “Are...Is that okay? With you?”

“Yeah!” You said, maybe a little too quickly, then nodded, “Um, yes. Yeah. Is it...okay with you?”

“...Yeah,” Yoongi replies quietly, then stands up, “Tell Jin-hyung to meet us in my room. We need a change of scenery.” You giggled, standing and shooting Jin a quick text, then taking Yoongi’s hand and following him to his room.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in your room,” you admitted, looking around at the clothes and mementos strewn about. There was an electric keyboard, as well as other musical equipment set up near his desk, and your gaze finally fell to his unmade bed.

“Sorry it’s kinda messy,” he said, scratching the back of his head, falling back onto his bed with a soft ‘pmmf’. “C’mere. Make yourself comfy.”

You smiled, easily climbing into the bed and onto Yoongi’s lap, dipping down to press your lips together softly. Yoongi hummed his approval, running his hands up and down your sides soothingly.

You continued to kiss each other slowly, exploring each other. You figured you both had the time. Yoongi broke the kiss and you both gasped for air, Yoongi immediately peppering kisses down your neck.

“What do you want first?” He asked, and you hummed, rolling your hips down against his impatiently.

“I-I dunno,” you mumbled, gasping in pleasure when Yoongi nipped at your collarbone. “Whatever you wanna do.”

“Hmm,” Yoongi played with the hem of your shirt, “What if I finger you? How does that sound?”

“Mmm, good,” You slurred, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek, “You can do that, oppa.”

“Think you’re wet enough for me?” He wondered, pulling your shirt up and over your head. You shivered, moving back to be closer to Yoongi to try and sap some of his body heat.

“Keep talking like that and I will be.” You retorted, and Yoongi smirked.

“Hm, getting mouthy since Daddy isn’t here to put you in your place, kitten?”

“Are you gonna do it?” you shot back, looking down at him with a smug smirk. “You always do whatever Daddy tells you to do. Is it because you wanna be bossed around?”

Yoongi went quiet under you, merely observing you with a blank expression. You grinned.

“Oh my god. You do like being bossed around. That’s why you never say anything when Seokjin tells you what to do.”

“I never said that,” Yoongi denied, breaking eye contact. His cheeks flushed a brilliant pink, “I didn’t say anything.”

“You don’t have to say anything, it’s written all over your face.” You moved off of his lap, sitting on the bed and grinning at him when he sat up confusedly. “Stand up.”

“What?” Yoongi asked, and you hardened your stare, still smiling.

“Don’t make me ask again, Yoongi.” you said lowly, and you saw Yoongi tense up. He slowly got off the bed, standing next to it and looking down at you expectantly. You tilted your head, looking at him from head to toe. “Take your shirt off for me.”

Yoongi hesitated for a moment, before slowly bringing his hands to the hem of his shirt, and pulled it up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor. You observed the exposed skin hungrily, thinking about all the marks you could leave on his pretty skin.

“Pants, too.” You said quietly, “Slowly. You don’t want to seem too eager, do you?”

Yoongi let out a choked noise that sounded like a whimper, reaching slowly for his button. He popped it open, then slowly unzipped his fly. He then shoved his thumbs into the side of his jeans, slowly shimmying them down his hips before letting them pool to the floor, kicking them off to where his shirt was.

“...Are those Namjoon’s?” you asked, observing his Ryan boxers with a tilted head. Yoongi looked down at them, tilting his head too.

“...That is a possibility,” he said, pulling on the waistband, “I wasn’t even paying attention when I put them on this morning.”

“They’re cute,” You cooed, “It feels like you got dressed up for me.”

“I didn’t,” Yoongi pouted, and you giggled, gesturing him closer to the edge of the bed.

“Of course you didn’t,” you reassured him, running your hands down his tummy, enjoying how he jumped and twitched under the ministrations, “Do you want a reward for being such a good boy?” Yoongi swallowed, and you pulled on the waistband of his boxers, letting them snap back against his hip. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” he whispered, and you smirked.

“Tell me what you want.”

“...I want a reward,” he repeated, quietly, “For...for being a…” he hesitated, biting his lip. You rubbed your thumb against his hip soothingly, “For being a g-good boy.”

“Hmm, I don’t know.” You looked over to where Jin was standing in the doorway, watching with a dark gaze, “What do you think, Daddy? What kind of reward should he get?”

Yoongi’s head whipped around, his whole body tensing when he saw Jin. You left your hand on his hip, and Jin slowly made his way over to you both, gently closing the door behind him.

“Keeping baby boy in line while Daddy’s gone, huh kitten?” Jin teased, and you preened at the attention. “You did a good job. Look at how hard he is already.”

“I-I’m not…” Yoongi protested, then gasped as Jin’s hand came to tangle in his hair, tightening his grip only slightly.

“No need to deny it, baby,” Jin cooed, “You’re already so wet, just from taking some orders. You could have told me you liked being bossed around.” He moved in closer, so his front was pressed against Yoongi’s back, “As we both know, I’m the king of giving orders.” He looked down at you over Yoongi’s shoulder. “What kind of reward do you want to give him, kitten? You get to choose because you did such a good job riling him up.”

“Wanna suck his dick,” you mumbled, licking your lips when you saw it twitch in Yoongi’s boxers. “Can I, Daddy?”

“Of course you can,” Jin pulled Yoongi’s hair again, making him gasp and fumble to put his hands on Jin’s hips to keep himself steady, “Don’t make him cum.”

“No,” Yoongi cried, “Please, don’t-!” His protest was cut off by you tugging down his boxers, holding his cock in a firm grip and immediately sucking the tip into your mouth. He let out a loud moan, his knees buckling. Jin’s hand came out of his hair so he could wrap both arms around Yoongi’s waist, holding him steady. “P-Please, hyung, I c-can’t-“

“You can,” Jin reassured him, “You can hold it back for me. I know, kitten’s so good with her mouth,” You hummed around your mouthful, making Yoongi choke out a gasp, “But you can hold on. You won’t cum until I tell you to.”

“Hyung,” Yoongi wailed, “I-I’m gonna...g-gonna, fuck-“

You pulled back, squeezing tightly around the base of Yoongi’s cock. He let out another cry, clutching at Jin’s arms around his waist, his head falling back onto his shoulder.

“Please, please hyung I need-“

“Aw, baby boy,” Jin cooed, brushing his lips over Yoongi’s ear, whispering, “I don't think that's really what you want to call me, is it?"

Your eyes widened in excitement. You watched as Yoongi struggled, squirming and clenching and unclenching his fingers on Jin’s arms. You licked your lips again, leaning forward eagerly.

“Baby boy,” Jin murmured, “If you do what I ask, you’ll get to cum. Don’t you want to cum?”

“Y-Yes…” Yoongi whined, bucking his hips forward, seeking attention.

“Yes, what?”

The three of you went still. The air practically buzzed with the tension.

“...dy…”

“Hm?” Jin tilted his head so he could move his ear closer to Yoongi, “What was that?”

Yoongi turned his head, and your breath left you in a rush as his lips brushed against Jin’s ear.

“Daddy,” he repeated, loud enough for the both of you to hear, “Please, Daddy. Make me cum. I wanna cum.”

“Fuck,” Jin spat, his hand trailing down to wrap around Yoongi’s dick, “Finish him off, kitten. Make sure you swallow like a good girl.”

You moaned loudly, quickly sucking Yoongi back into your mouth, bobbing your head and whimpering when Jin’s fingers met your lips.

“Oh my god,” Yoongi moaned, “Oh god. Fuck. I’m c-cumming, Daddy, I’m g-gonna c-cum, oh, fuck-!”

Yoongi’s hips bucked forward, and you hummed in surprise when his release coated your tongue. You caught it all, and swallowed every drop. You pulled your mouth away, giving the tip one last kiss before sitting back on your heels, looking up and Jin and Yoongi who were both watching you with dark gazes.

“Kitten,” Jin said teasingly, “How wet are you?” You licked your lips, meeting Yoongi’s gaze briefly before looking Jin in the eyes.

“Soaking.”

“Mm, guess I’ll clean you up then,” Jin purred, “Why don’t you just watch for now, baby boy? We’ve got all night.” Yoongi’s stare became hazy and he smiled down at you.

“Yes, Daddy.”

-xxx-

“I’m fucked.”

Yoongi laid spread eagle on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he re-evaluated his life and life choices.

Everything had spiraled. Ever since that night, everything had spiraled out of his careful control. His feelings for you, his feelings for Jin, his want for both of you, in more ways than just physical. He couldn’t stop thinking about Jin’s fingers trailing down his skin, couldn’t stop thinking about the sweet kisses both of you pressed to his skin as he drifted off to sleep. His sheets smelled like both of you. He felt like he was unraveling at the seams, falling apart, his nerves frayed.

“I can’t keep doing this,” he muttered, running his hand through his hair, “I’m just going to get hurt.”

But the idea of stopping your activities made his heart hurt more. Yoongi know that you and Jin were his friends. He knew that if he cut things off, you both would respect his decision and go back to being just friends instead of friends with benefits. It felt like he would lose that intimacy, that closeness with the two of you. He felt safe around both of you, comfortable.

But at the same time, he felt like he could break, easily, with the slightest movement. One wrong word, one wrong look, and he would be done.

Yoongi knew he had to end it. Had to stop, had to...get some space. Get the thought of your hands and lips and soft gasps out of of his head. Get the thought of Jin muttering darkly in his ear, the burning hot trail of his fingertips against his skin.

His phone went off, and he found a message from Jin.

[Seokjin-hyung created a group message.]

[Seokjin-hyung renamed the group “Seokjinnie’s Two Babies”]

From: Seokjin-hyung

Yoongi, be a dear and help settle a debate for me

[image]

THIS SHIT IS BRIGHT FUCKIGN ORANGE

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

IT IS HOT PINK YOU UNCULTURED SWINE

From: Seokjin-hyung

O R A N G E

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

YOU FUCKING COLORBLIND GRANDPA EVEN YOONGI KNOWS ITS HOT PINK

Right??? Right, oppa??? ^_^

From: Seokjin-hyung

DON’T CALL HIM OPPA TO GET HIM ON YOUR SIDE

Yoongi. Darling. My baby. It’s bright orange. Right?

From: You

wtf is going on. did u srsly make a group chat for this?

From: Seokjin-hyung

yes

Also to send this meme I found on Instagram

[image]

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

haha you losers play Minecraft????? what are you, twelve?

From: You

i’ve actually never played Minecraft. i don’t think hyung has either.

From: Seokjin-hyung

I’m a Nintendhoe 4 life. This was the wrong meme, that was for Jungkook. I have to relocate to Antarctica and change my name

From: You

lol bye bitch

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

You will be missed

From: Seokjin-hyung

Oh so you both wouldn’t even stop me from moving to Antarctica??? I see how it is. Betrayal. From the two people I trust most in this world, The actual love of my life, and my son, who I raised from childhood,

From: You

i know she calls u daddy, but u should at least call her ur daughter, don’t u think??? misgendering isn’t cool hyung

From: Seokjin-hyung

Bold of you to assume you’re the love of my life when you disrespect me like this

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

glad we were in agreement that my shirt is hot pink

From: You

sorry jagi, i have to go with hyung on this one. that shirt is more orange than pink.

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

MOTHERFUCKER

From: Seokjin-hyung

TAKE THAT YOU BEAUTIFUL ANGEL WHO I LOVE MORE THAN ANYTHING ON THIS EARTH

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

LICK THE ENTIRETY OF MY ASSHOLE

From: Seokjin-hyung

Is that an invitation? Yoongi you want in on this? ;)

From: You

i don’t think she meant it like that hyung

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

i hate both of you

Yoongi come over and i’ll teach both of you a lesson in color theory

From: Seokjin-hyung

Oh god she has a PowerPoint presentation

From: You

omw only 2 see hyung suffer

From: Seokjin-hyung

I hate you

From: You

<3

-xxx-

“Oh, hey Yoongi-oppa!”

Yoongi grunted an acknowledgement, making his way into the kitchen, where Jin was cutting up vegetables.

“Hey, Yoongi,” Jin chirped, and you barreled into Jin’s back, nuzzling your face into his broad shoulder blades with a happy giggle. Yoongi snatched a slice of cucumber from the cutting board and observed the two of you.

Jin continued to cut vegetables, and you had to strain up to your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. Jin turned his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead, making both of you smile. You also snatched a cucumber from the cutting board, crunching happily.

Yoongi felt thorns grow in his heart. He felt the ugly, rolling jealousy in his stomach. That made his words come out faster than he wanted them to.

“I think we should stop,” he blurted, Jin halting in his cutting and your eyebrows furrowing curiously, “I think...whatever is going on has to stop.”

“What?” You asked, Jin setting down his knife so he could turn and face Yoongi fully.

“What do you mean?”

“This,” Yoongi said, gesturing between all of you in the room, “Between us. I don’t think I should...sleep with you guys anymore.”

The silence in the room was tense. Yoongi couldn’t bear to look at either of you. He saw you fiddling with your fingers out of the corner of his eye, and Jin folded his arm.

“Is...Is it something we did?” You asked quietly, “Did...Did we make you uncomfortable, Yoongi-oppa?”

“No,” Yoongi shook his head, “No, I just...it’s kinda risky, isn’t it?” Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, “The three of us. Someone is going to figure out something eventually. It’s already bad enough that you have to be hidden, but then when you add me to the equation?” He shook his head, folding his own arms, “It gets messy. It’s probably better to cut this off before…” he swallowed, “Before someone gets hurt.”

“Yoongi,” Jin tried, and Yoongi shook his head.

“It’s fine,” Yoongi chuckled, “I’ve intruded long enough. You guys don’t need me hanging around like a third wheel anymore.”

“No,” you whispered, taking a halted step forward, “You were never like that. Yoongi, we-“

“Don’t worry about it,” Yoongi cut you off, “I’m fine. I just think we should stop sleeping together. We’re still friends, and I’ll still see you around.” He stepped away, going to take his leave, “So um. Thanks. For everything, I guess.” He swallowed giving you both a half hearted wave, “Bye.”

“Yoongi-“

“Oppa-!”

But Yoongi was already gone, the door clicking shut behind him with a dull, hollow thud.

-xxx-

“Hey.”

You turned, looking over to Jin. He reached out and grabbed your hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

“You okay?” He asked quietly.

You definitely were not okay. On a scale of okay to not okay, you were a not okay. You were devastated, and you didn’t even know why.

“Ah…” you tried to speak, but as soon as you opened your mouth, all you could do was suck in a sharp breath, a choked sob escaping. Jin silently collected you in his arms, and you let the tears fall.

“Shhh, it’s okay, jagiya,” Jin murmured, “You’re okay.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you choked out, “I d-don’t know why…”

“It’s okay,” Jin reassured you, stroking your hair, “We did a lot of things together and he just...cut it off. It was sudden. It’s okay to be hurt, kitten.”

“Jin,” You blubbered, clutching onto him tighter, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He whispered, rocking you gently.

The week after Yoongi dropped the bomb on the both of you was difficult. You couldn’t bear to be away from Jin, who seemed to be returning the sentiment. Although you couldn’t come with him to practice, you still stayed at his dorm and waited for his return, which was usually late into the night.

The bed felt cold. Even though Jin kept you clutched to him tightly, there still felt like there was a cold spot at your back. You had felt Jin’s hands fumble a few times behind you, and your heart ached.

“I guess we just got used to him being here,” Jin mumbled one night, after his hands chased something that wasn’t there. “It feels kinda cold, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” You sighed, moving in closer, “A little bit.”

Yoongi had done a wonderful job of avoiding the two of you, which made your heart ache more than before. He always left the room if you were entering. He never stood near Jin for longer than he had to. He barely said anything to anyone, really. You could tell the other members were concerned for him, but you didn’t have the heart to tell any of them what was wrong.

“I don’t know what’s wrong,” you said with a sad smile, “I hope he feels better soon.”

You kept your distance as best as you could. You wanted nothing more than to go and gather Yoongi in your arms, give him reassuring kisses, but it felt wrong. Everything surrounding this whole situation felt wrong, like trying to jam a puzzle piece into a space it clearly didn’t belong in.

Eventually, you realized that this was going to keep eating away at you until you at least tried to talk to Yoongi. So you decided to loiter around after one of his dance lessons with Hoseok and Jimin, sitting on the floor outside the door. You were playing the newest levels in the Puzzle Star BT21 game, frowning thoughtfully as you tried to figure out the best move for your Cooky piece.

You jumped when you heard the door open, Hoseok’s bright laughter and Jimin’s squeaky giggle immediately pouring out. You scrambled to your feet, putting your hands behind your back and puffing up your shoulders and cheeks.

“Noona?” Jimin asked, giving you a confused look, “Jin-hyung isn’t here.”

“Um, I know.” You tried to keep yourself inflated, “I-I needed to talk to Yoongi-oppa.”

“Who wants to talk to me?” Yoongi asked, shuffling out of the practice room. You blinked rapidly, taking in his appearance. His hair was slicked back with sweat, his lips looking abused from biting them. His usual dark circles looked a lot worse than they normally do, and overall he looked sullen and moody. When he saw you, you saw something defiant flash in his eyes before he regarded you levely.

“U-Um,” you straightened up a bit more, “I-I wanted to speak to you. Oppa.” You paused again, then bowed slightly, “Please.”

“...Fine.” Yoongi gestured you back into the practice room, and you scrambled to follow him, giving a confused Hoseok and Jimin what you hoped was a reassuring smile before closing the door behind you.

Yoongi leaned against the mirrors, his arms folded. It struck you how handsome he looked then, your palms sweating as you wiped them on your jeans nervously. He regarded you with a scrutinizing gaze, closed off and distant. This wasn’t the Yoongi you had spent nights with tangled in the sheets. This was someone else entirely.

“Well?” He asked shortly, making you wince. “You wanted to talk. I’m tired, so let’s make this quick.”

You curled in on yourself, fiddling with the strings of your (Seokjin’s) hoodie, biting your lip to gather your thoughts.

“I...I just wanted to know wh-why you cut things off like that,” you looked up to meet his gaze, flinching slightly as you met his cold glare, “I-It just seemed really sudden, and I wanted to make sure if you were okay-“

“I’m fine,” Yoongi cut you off, and you startled at how harsh he sounded, “Is that all? Cuz if it is, I’d really like to go home now.”

“Yoongi-oppa…” you whispered, your voice wobbling, “Please, I just want to understand-“

“What left is there to understand?” Yoongi said with a disbelieving chuckle, “I broke it off. It’s done. Over. I’m fine. It wasn’t anything serious, anyways.”

“But-“

“Will you just drop it?” he barked, giving you a dark glare, “It’s not like we were dating. Like I already said, it wasn’t anything serious, and it never will be.” He stalked towards you, making you flinch back in fear, “So stop chasing me around, got it?” He brushed past you towards the door, and all you could do was watch his back walk away in the mirror, tears filling your eyes, “And while you’re at it, tell hyung to stop pestering me, too. It’s annoying.”

With that, he slammed the door to the practice room shut behind him, the sound making you crumple to your knees, the tears you tried to hold back so desperately finally falling with an anguished sob.

-xxx-

“Jagi?”

You sniffled pathetically, curling into your oversized hoodie to make yourself smaller.

“Jagiya,” Jin pulled you into his chest, “What happened? Why are you crying, baby?”

“I-I tried to talk to Y-Yoongi-oppa,” you admitted, hiccuping sadly, “A-And he just brushed me off l-like he didn’t care…!”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Jin brushed a soothing hand through your hair, “I’m sorry.”

“H-He told me to leave him a-alone…” You sniffled again, “B-But I’m so sad, oppa, and h-he doesn’t look h-happy at all…”

“Ugh,” Jin let out a tired groan, “What a shit.” Jin rubbed your back and rested his cheek on the top of your head with a defeated sigh. “I don’t know, jagi, maybe we should just drop it.”

You tensed up in his hold, pulling away to look at Jin. He looked tired, more so than usual, and defeated. Done, like there was nothing more that he could do.

“W...What do you mean?” you asked quietly.

“I mean, we should just drop it. It’s obvious that Yoongi-ah isn’t interested in...what we had anymore. So why even bother?” Even though he said it, he still didn’t look satisfied.

“So…” you pulled out of Jin’s embrace, meeting his confused gaze with a furrowed brow, “S-So just like that? It’s over? Oppa, this whole thing feels weird,” you hugged yourself, looking down at your worn sneakers, “It’s like we all b-broke up and I’m s-scared…Yoongi-oppa is obviously not okay, and we’re not okay,” Your voice raised slightly, looking back up at Jin desperately, “S-So don’t you think we should all talk about it?!”

“There’s nothing left to talk about!” Jin hissed, clearly trying not to raise his voice, “He’s made his stance very clear. He wants nothing to do with us.”

“That can't be true, he’s hurting-“

“-He left!” Jin shouted, making you flinch back. His face softened, taking a cautious step back towards you, taking one of your hands in his, “Jagi. He left. That should be enough for us to know that he doesn’t want this.” He gave your hand a squeeze, reaching up to brush away another tear that tracked down your cheek. “There’s nothing more we can do. I’m sorry, jagi.”

“But…” you choked on another sob, “B-But I miss him. Why doesn’t he f-feel the same?”

“Sweetheart,” Jin started slowly, his grip loosening a bit on your hand, “Do...do you have...feelings for him?”

You froze. Your whole body tensed, another tear falling loose from your eye.

You hadn’t even considered that. You hadn’t even thought that was a possibility, because-

“I’m in love with you,” you finally replied, meeting Jin’s concerned gaze, “S-Seokjinnie-oppa, I’m in love with you.”

“I love you, too,” he replied, “But why is this bothering us...you,” your face scrunched at his correction, “So much? I-If you don’t have feelings. For Yoongi-ah.”

“I...Us?” you asked, tilting your head, “Oppa, have...have you been okay?”

“Yes?” He replied, quickly, but it came out as a question instead, then he laughed nervously, “Totally fine.”

“...Seokjin,” you murmured, “Do...Do you have feelings for Yoongi?”

“I…” Jin halted, looking from you to the floor, his face scrunching, “I...I don’t…”

Your ears began to ring. You felt yourself rip your hands from Jin’s grasp, hears him call your name in confusion. You quickly fled from the dorms, Jin’s desperate cry of your name drowned out by the late night traffic of Seoul.

Do you have feelings for him?

You were gasping for breath by the time you reached your apartment, your phone buzzing in your pocket. You leaned against your door, Jin’s conflicted face popping back into your head.

Do you have feelings for him?

You thought of the late nights the three of you spent together. You thought of Yoongi’s soft mouth, of Jin’s big hands, of the three of you so tangled together that you weren’t sure where any of you ended or began.

You wanted Jin. You wanted Yoongi. You wanted the both of them, you wanted all three of you together again.

Do you have feelings for him?

“Yes,” you choked out into the dull quiet of your apartment, tears streaming down your face as you slid down to the floor, “I love him.”

-xxx-

“Cheers!”

You half heartedly raised your beer with the rest of the table, watching over the rim with morbid curiosity as some of the stylist noonas downed their glasses of beer or knocked back a shot of soju.

Once a month, the female stylists of the Bangtan boys got together for dinner and drinks to catch up, relax, and talk shit. You were always invited, an honorary member of the team, and you always loved to hear the gossip within the company.

“Can you believe,” Jaehwa, Hoseok’s appointed makeup artist, bellowed, practically slamming her beer mug on the table, making you jump, “The audacity of him. ‘Jaehwa-noona, can you smudge this a little more?’ Did he go to cosmetology school for four years? No. I am the expert here. I’m going to smudge his ass into the dirt.”

“Do it,” Minjee, Jin’s makeup artist, encouraged from across the table, “Smudge him, unnie!”

“I’m gonna,” she said, taking another sip of beer, then sighing. “I’m not gonna. I love that boy too much. I love him like my own son. That bastard.”

You giggled behind your hand, picking up a piece of meat from the grill. Then Jaehwa tsked at you, grabbing your plate and piling up a few more things from the grill and a few side dishes.

“Eat, aegi! You’re so small. You’re still growing. Also don’t reach, let your unnies take care of you.”

“Thank you, Jaehwa-unnie,” you said sweetly.

“So tell us,” Youngmi, Taehyung’s stylist, spoke up, the whole table turning their attention to you, “How is everything going for the littlest, honorary member of our commune?”

“Is Seokjin treating you well?” Minjee asked, playing with her chopsticks, “If he’s treating you badly, I can always mess up and ‘accidentally’ poke him in the eye with my eyeliner.” She made a stabbing motion with her chopsticks, and Youngmi laughed.

“Damn, how many times have I done that to Taehyungie,” she took a sip of beer, smirking conspiratorially, “When he says something snarky, my wrist ‘slips’ and he knows not to cross me again.”

“I would say I could mess up his hair, but he does that on his own,” Sooyun, Jin’s hair stylist, scoffed, and you bowed apologetically.

“I’m still so sorry for that Sooyun-unnie,” you scratched your cheek, “I’m like 80 percent of his impulse control and I was with family that night. I yelled at him for like, an hour.”

“I appreciate your support and efforts.” Sooyun sighed, reaching to flip a piece of meat on the grill.

“But, um,” you squirmed a bit under their critical gazes, “Seokjinnie-oppa has been treating me well.”

“You seem like something is on your mind,” Jaehwa said, “Tell your unnies. This is a judgement-free zone.”

You looked around the table, all of the women patiently looking and waiting for you to spill. The sizzle of the grill and clicking of silverware against the table was the only thing that was heard. You gently placed your chopsticks down, and started fidgeting with your fingers.

“Um,” you began, clearing your throat before blurting, “Unnies, what do I do if I feel like I have feelings for another man?”

The table went silent, no noise except for the grill.

“...Aegi, do you not have feelings for Seokjin?” Jaehwa asked, gently resting her hand on your arm. You shook your head.

“No! No, I still love Seokjinnie-oppa more than anything. I would never break up with him. If anything, this is the closest I’ve ever felt to him.” You tilted your head, “But...he...the other guy,” you shrunk in on yourself, “He’s really sweet, and caring, and kind...he’s so funny, too. He leaves Jin-oppa and I in stitches half the time.” You smiled at the thought of hanging out with Yoongi and Jin, all the good times you had together, without the sex involved. “I really care about him, as a friend, and something more...b-but I’m really scared,” Jaehwa took your hand and gave it a comforting squeeze, “Wh-What if Seokjin takes it the wrong way? I want to stay with him. But I also want to explore the growing feelings with the other man...it feels like so much more than just fleeting feelings.”

“Ah, to be young,” Minjee sighed wistfully, resting her chin in her palm. “I think that the best solution is to talk to Seokjin honestly and openly. As long as you’re honest, I think he will understand.” Minjee tilted her head, smiling sweetly, “Plus you two have been together for so long. I’m sure he’d do whatever it takes not to lose you.”

“He would be a whole ass idiot if he ever lost you,” Sooyun exclaimed, the table cheering their agreements, “Without you that boy probably would have shaved his head bald. 80 percent of his impulse control.”

“I agree with Minjee, for once in my life,” Jaehwa admitted, giving your hand another comforting squeeze, ignoring Minjee’s baffled look from across the table, “Talk with him, aegi. Tell him everything you told us. Everything will work out for you, in the end.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, then looked around the table with a grin, “Thank you, unnies. I appreciate you guys a lot.”

“Let’s do a round of soju!” Youngmi bellowed, the rest of the girls cheering in agreement. You joined them, laughing while your tiny shot glasses clinked together, the alcohol burning hot down your throat.

-xxx-

“So Namjoon, you’re not straight, right?”

Namjoon paused, looking up from his notebook to where Jin was sitting, pouring a packet of sugar into his green tea before reaching for the little bottle of honey the waitress left for them. Namjoon tilted his head, then straighten up when Jin put his chin in his hand, his gaze serious and calculating.

“Uh,” Namjoon blinked, scratching the back of his head. “I guess that’s a good way to put it, yeah.” He looked back at Jin, “Why, hyung?”

Jin was silent, stirring his tea as he stared at Namjoon contemplatively. He finally removed his spoon, placing it on the cute little plate and picking up his cup, taking a small sip.

“Jesus Christ that’s fucking hot,” Jin muttered under his breath, setting the cup down.

“Hyung.” Namjoon urged, and Jin sighed.

“Because I...need advice.” Jin admitted, “About possibly. Being not straight.”

“Oh?” Namjoon asked, “What’s going on?”

“So. As we know, I am deeply and madly in love with my girlfriend,” Jin began, “She literally put the stars in the sky and is like 60 percent of my impulse control-“

“I’d say 80 percent.”

“75 percent of my impulse control,” Jin corrected, “She’s beautiful, sexy, amazing, gorgeous, and sucks dick like a fucking champ.”

“Jin-hyung, I really don’t need to be hearing that,” Namjoon whined.

“The point is. I love her. I love her more than any other person on this earth. I would take a bullet for her, and also shoot bullets for her.” Jin took a shaky breath before continuing, “So why, after however many years of domestic bliss, why, is my brain giving me feelings for Yoongi?”

“Yoongi-hyung?” Namjoon asked, “Really?”

“Namjoon, please. As much as I joke that I was your not-straight awakening, we both know it was actually Yoongi.”

“You can just say bisexual, hyung.” Namjoon muttered, hiding his blushing cheeks behind his cup of coffee.

“Anyways, how did you know?” Jin asked, “That you were. Not as straight as you initially thought.”

“Hm.” Namjoon hummed thoughtfully, “I don’t really know, hyung. I mean with Yoongi-hyung...we were together a lot. He was a little cold and gruff at first. We fought a lot. But the more we hung out, the more we got to know each other…” Namjoon shrugged helplessly, “Yoongi-hyung is an attractive guy, we both can’t deny that. But there’s something in the way he treats others when he cares about them.” Namjoon smiled fondly, “He started treating me carefully. Treating me to coffee and ice cream. ‘Let hyung take care of you’. Giving me critiques on my music, but nicer. Telling me that I was worth something when I felt like I was worthless.” Namjoon took another sip of coffee, before beaming proudly, “He was my first guy I ever kissed, did you know that? We kissed, and he did it so softly and carefully, like I would break. After that it was abundantly clear to the both of us that we liked each other as friends rather than something more, but. After that, I started noticing other guys. I kissed a few other guys, too. A few girls. Kissing girls is fun when you want something soft and cute and has curves in all the right places. Kissing guys is fun when you want something harder, with rougher edges.”

“But I don’t want to kiss other guys,” Jin admitted, “I just want to kiss Yoongi. I want to kiss him, and I want to keep kissing her.” He paused, “I want them to kiss each other too. Is that weird? Am I gross? I don’t want to ruin what I have with her. She’s so perfect, Namjoon, I want to be with her forever.”

“I don’t think you’re weird or gross, hyung.” Namjoon paused, “Well, you are weird and gross. But not for this.”

“Yah! Show some respect! I birthed you!”

“Anyways,” Namjoon continued, “It’s normal for people to have more than one partner, hyung. It’s called polyamory. And I think you just need to talk honestly and openly with your girlfriend about how you feel. I’m sure she’ll understand and listen with open ears.”

“...You’re right,” Jin sighed, “Thank you for listening to hyung. I appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Namjoon smiled, his dimples poking out cutely, “As long as we keep our promise of never having to hear or see you fuck. I’m fine with whatever. Just be careful.”

“Of course,” Jin nodded, then took another sip of tea, looking out the cafe window to watch a few people go by, while Namjoon continued to work on lyrics.

-xxx-

“Yoongi-hyung!”

“No,” Yoongi replied, going to close the door, but Taehyung stuck his foot in the way.

“You promised me you would hang out tonight and you will not deny me of this precious time.”

Yoongi glared at Taehyung through the crack in the door, who glared back before rustling a bag.

“I brought chicken wings and also Hoseokie-hyung.”

“Hallo!” Hoseok peeked from behind Taehyung’s shoulder, “I have beer!”

“...Fine.” Yoongi huffed, snatching the bag from Taehyung, “You’re lucky I’m hungry.”

“See I told you he’d only let me in if I brought you,” Taehyung muttered to Hoseok, and Yoongi rolled his eyes, sitting at his desk and placing the bag on it. Hoseok and Taehyung plopped down on the bed, Hoseok cracking open a beer while Taehyung took a sip from his already open bottle of strawberry juice.

“So how have things been?” Taehyung asked, Yoongi swiftly catching the can of beer Hoseok tossed his way, avoiding opening it for a moment while it’s contents settled.

“Taehyung, we see each other everyday. You know how I’ve been.”

“Ah, so absolutely horrible?” Taehyung asked, and Yoongi paused, looking at him with a furrowed brow. Taehyung gestured for the bag of chicken wings, and Yoongi mechanically obeyed, the two bodies on the bed grabbing some before handing the box back to Yoongi. “Don’t give me a look, hyung. You’re so easy to read sometimes you put Jiminie to shame.”

“Also your hair,” Hoseok piped up around a bite of chicken, “You’ve been using dry shampoo instead of actually showering, which you are prone to do when you’re in a depressive episode and since you found out what dry shampoo was.”

“It’s so fucking convenient,” Yoongi groaned, “It’s a shower in a can. Science is incredible.”

“Except it doesn’t replace a shower.” Taehyung urged, “When was the last time you did shower?”

“Obviously yesterday,” Hoseok said, pointing, “He was definitely using dry shampoo in the morning. Then we got too sweaty after practice. You can tell he went, there’s no grease or white residue.”

“My dry shampoo does not leave white residue and you are both full of shit,” Yoongi barked, “Why are you roasting me? I thought you wanted to hang out.”

“Hangouts include roasts, hyung,” Taehyung pointed out, “We roast you because we care.”

“You both suck and I hate you.” Yoongi mumbled, taking a long sip of beer.

“Eat more wings, hyung, you may start to like us better.” Hoseok teased, hanging the box back to him.

They spent a while like that, passing the box of chicken wings, chugging their beverages, telling stories of things that have happened throughout the week. On his second can of beer, Yoongi felt loose enough to finally address the elephant in the room.

“You came because you were worried, right,” Yoongi muttered to Taehyung, who looked up at him, taking the last sip of strawberry juice, “Because I’ve been having an ‘episode’, as Seok-ah so nicely put it.”

“Ah,” Taehyung slouched towards Yoongi, smiling, “Perhaps, I’m also easy to read.”

“I broke the sacred rule,” he sighed, “The sacred rule of being gay.”

“I thought you were bi?” Hoseok asked, but Yoongi waved him off.

“I fell for a straight dude.” Yoongi said, sighing heavily as Taehyung gasped dramatically. “Even worse, I fell for a straight dude who is taken. Worse than that?”

“How can this possibly get worse?” Taehyung wailed, and Yoongi smirked.

“I fell for his girlfriend, too.”

“Oh my god,” Taehyung cried, “Hyung, you bisexual disaster. Why didn’t you tell me? I could have knocked some sense into you before it was too late!”

“I think I was fucked from the beginning,” Yoongi contemplated, throwing his feet up on his desk. “From the moment I kissed her.”

“Wait, kissed?” Hoseok interrupted, “What the fuck, you kissed this dude’s girl behind his back?”

“What kind of idiot do you think I am?” Yoongi frowned as Hoseok and Taehyung opened their mouths, and he halted them, “Don’t answer that. It was all consensual. He watched me kiss her.”

“Y’all did what now?” Taehyung all but screeched, and Yoongi took another swing of his beer.

“So, I suppose I should start from the beginning.” Yoongi grabbed another chicken wing, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. “Imagine this, if you will: you’re bisexual as fuck, and your two hot friends who are in a committed relationship invite you into the bedroom for what was supposed to be one,” Yoongi held up one finger, “one night of passion. What,” he firmly smacked his beer can onto his desk, “Pray tell, do you do?”

“Easy,” Taehyung replied, pointing a chicken wing at Yoongi, “Say yes and have an amazing threesome with my two hot friends.”

“Ding ding ding!” Yoongi chimed, “And that is exactly what I did. I got my dick wet, and it was nice, and we all parted ways amicably and that should have been the end. Right?!” he paused when he saw Hoseok’s face, which was confused as he took slow bites of his chicken wing, “Wrong. Absolutely wrong. My friends invited me back again. And again. And again.”

“Why didn’t you cut it off sooner, hyung?” Hoseok finally piped up, “It sounds like you could have saved yourself a lot of grief if you had left earlier.”

Because I love them, Yoongi thought, giving Hoseok a blank look, because it was the closest I could get to them. Because it meant I could touch them and not get in trouble. Because I wanted to be with them so bad, I was willing to hurt myself to do so.

“...Pussy too bomb.” is what Yoongi said instead.

“Yoongi-hyung,” Taehyung sighed, “Maybe you need to talk to them again. Get some closure. Tell them how you actually feel instead of sitting and stewing in it.” Taehyung began to clean up the remnants of their dinner, Yoongi helping mechanically.

“I agree with Taehyungie,” Hoseok said, moving in to give Yoongi a quick squeeze, “We like when you’re happy the best, hyung. Maybe just speaking to them will clear some things up for all of you, too!”

“Good luck!” Taehyung cooed, giving Yoongi a quick kiss on the temple, then the two of them left, leaving Yoongi alone in his room.

“...Talking, huh?” he sighed, downing the rest of his beer.

-xxx-

“Fuck.”

Your hands were shaking. You had knocked politely on Jin’s door, waiting for him to answer you. It had been a few days since you had seen each other, although you had both texted each other after you had fled Jin’s dorm, and decided that a little bit of space to think would benefit the both of you. You heard a bit of scrambling on the other side of the door, a thump, a low muttering, and then Jin was opening the door.

“My darling,” he all but wailed, clutching his chest, “My sweet angel. It’s been decades. I thought if I had to go one more day without seeing your beautiful face I would surely wither away to nothing!”

You blinked, then immediately wrapped yourself around him in a warm hug, sighing in relief when he returned the sentiment, giving you a tight squeeze.

“I missed you,” you sighed again, nuzzling your face into his shoulder, “I missed you so fucking much, oh my god.”

“I love you,” Jin murmured, pressing sweet kisses into your hair, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” You pulled away and hummed happily as Jin pressed your lips together sweetly. You both kept the kiss chaste and sweet, peck after peck as Jin dragged you into his room and closing the door. You both sat down on his bed, next to each other your hands laced together.

“So,” Jin began softly, playing with your fingers, “I’ve done a lot of thinking.”

“I did too,” you replied, then admitted, “I got some help from my unnies, too.”

“I got help from Namjoon,” Jin revealed, “Um, do you want to go first? Or should I?”

“Um,” you licked your lips, “If you don’t mind, I think I might lose my nerve if I don’t go first.”

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” Jin encouraged you sweetly, and you took a deep breath, Jin giving your hands a soft, reassuring squeeze.

“Seokjinnie, I...Thinking about it these past few days,” you began softly, trying to will your voice to not shake, “I...I really did have...f-feelings…” you felt yourself shrinking, and your voice quieting down to an embarrassed mumble, “f...feelings for...Y-Yoongi-oppa…”  The two of you fell quiet, and then you panicked, your gaze shooting back up to Jin’s face, which looked thoroughly shocked. “N-Not that I lost any feelings for you! I still love you more than a-anyone else in the entire world!” Jin blinked rapidly, “I-I just...for some reason, I...I fell for...Yoongi-oppa, too…”

The two of you fell silent again. It didn’t feel stifled, or tense. You felt a little lighter finally putting your feelings out onto the table. Jin finally moved after a moment, letting out a huge breath of air.

“Ah, jagi, I love you,” he finally murmured, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. “I love you more than anyone. Why are you so perfect?” He continued to press kisses all over your face, making you giggle, “You’re literally the most perfect human being in the entire world.”

“J-Jinnie-!” you attempted to turn your face away from his onslaught, and he pulled away, giving you a silly grin. “Wh-What are you even saying?”

“I love you,” he repeated, then, “I also have feelings for Yoongi-ah.”

You startled back, resting your hands on Jin’s shoulders. You met his gaze, a silly grin stretching his lips across his face.

“It’s so weird, isn’t it?” Jin asked, “From going to thinking you have feelings for one person to suddenly having feelings for another person. Is it gross that I want Yoongi-ah to kiss you and me?” You blinked rapidly, Jin resting his head on your shoulder with a burdened sigh, “I wanna kiss Yoongi so bad. I also want to kick his ass for making you cry.”

“I wanna kiss him too,” you murmured, your cheeks heating up at the mental image of Jin and Yoongi kissing, “I want you to kiss him, too. I want all of us to be together and happy.”

“Do you think Yoongi-ah will want the same thing, though?” Jin sighed, hugging you close to him and resting his head on your shoulder, “He really just...he just left. He just cut us off and walked away.”

“I still think Yoongi-oppa is hurting just as bad as we are, Seokjinnie,” you pouted thoughtfully, running your fingers through Jin’s silky soft hair, making him hum in appreciation, “You know that he’s kind of private. This might be something we have to all discuss together so we can come to an understanding.”

“...What if he doesn’t want us?” Jin asked quietly, his voice small and scared. “What...What if he just wants you?”

“I don’t think he would have called you ‘daddy’ so willingly if he wasn’t a little bit into you, Seokjinnie,” you pointed out, and Jin whined, hiding his face further into your neck. “Don’t worry! I’m sure he’ll want you, too. And if he just wants one of us, then we won’t accept him. That’s unfair to the other person.”

“Okay,” Jin pulled away from your neck, cupping your face in his hands, “Okay. Then, we’ll talk with him. We’ll get everything cleared up, and we’ll all talk together and figure something out that works for all three of us.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed, leaning in to press your lips together.

-xxx-

“Yoongi-ah.”

“No.”

Yoongi began to close the door to his room, but Jin shoved his foot in the way, not allowing him to close the door.

“Fuck!” Jin spat, pulling his foot away and clutching it, “Shit, that fucking hurt!”

“Seokjin! You’re only supposed to do that if you’re wearing a shoe!” You screeched, moving in to help him stand up, “Are you okay?”

“Okay bye,” Yoongi mumbled, trying to shut the door again, but this time you stepped in and smacked your palm against the door, forcing it to stay open.

“Min Yoongi, we’re here to talk!” You blurted, paused, then, “Please!”

“What is there left to talk about?” Yoongi groused, “I thought I told you both to leave me alone.”

“Yoongi!” Jin shouted, “Is this any way to treat me, Kim Seokjin, the man who raised you?”

“Hyung,” Yoongi grit out, “Leave. Please.”

“Nope, you’ll let us in, and we’re going to talk like adults.” Jin demanded, pushing the door open, making Yoongi stumble back, “Come on, my dear,” Jin ushered you inside, then closed the door shut. “Everyone sit.” You quickly followed Jin’s order, sitting on Yoongi’s bed. Yoongi sat in his desk chair, and Jin remained standing.

“So what do you two want?” Yoongi finally asked after a moment of awkward silence, “I thought I made my stance on this whole thing abundantly clear.”

“Well your stance is bullshit,” Jin blurted out, and you winced, watching Yoongi’s slightly irritated face morph into very irritated.

“Excuse me?” Yoongi seethed, and you quickly stood up as Jin opened his mouth, covering it with both your hands.

“Ah...What Jinnie was trying to say,” you made sure Jin wasn’t going to speak before putting your hands down and looking back over at Yoongi, who also decided to stand up, “Is that…w-we both think that maybe you made your choice a little too hastily.”

“And I told you before that I didn’t,” Yoongi snapped, “Now you’re just being annoying! What is wrong with the two of you?! We were never together! Why do you keep bothering me with something that was never supposed to matter?!”

“Because it matters now!” Jin roared, stepping forward and making you flinch back in fear, “Because we’re both in love with you, you fucking shit idiot!”

Before Yoongi or you could react, Jin stomped forward, grabbing Yoongi’s cheeks and pulling him into a bruising kiss, making Yoongi tense up. His eyes widened comically as Jin pressed them closer. Yoongi’s gaze frantically flicked over to you, but you were sure you were just as shocked. You had to admit that the view was nice and made your heart kick fondly. Yoongi’s hands looked small on Jin’s broad shoulders, and his cheeks looked puffier squeezed in between Jin’s big hands. Jin pulled away to meet Yoongi’s still wide gaze, letting out a snort of amusement.

“You look stupid,” Jin laughed, pulling him back in to press frantic kisses all over his face, “I hate you. You’re so fucking cute, and I want to kick your stupid ass.”

“Uh,” Yoongi finally spoke up, trying to turn his face away from Jin’s affectionate assault, “I-I’m getting a lot of mixed signals here-ah-!” Yoongi helped when Jin’s teeth sunk into his neck, “Uh, h-help-!”

“S-Seokjin,” you finally got your body in gear, stumbling over to break the two of them apart, “Uh. I’m. Jin?”

“Uh,” Jin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, clearing his throat, “Sorry. That’s not what how we wanted to handle this.”

“W-We do...like you though, Yoongi-oppa,” you said, your voice trembling, “We both realized that w-we both really like you. Th-That’s why we kept bothering you so much. It…” you tilted your head, trying to find the right words, “It felt so wrong without you there, oppa. We both missed you so much.” You reached out carefully, gently taking Yoongi’s hand in yours, giving him a nervous little smile. “S-So we...if you’ll have both of us…” you smiled wider when Jin reached out to take Yoongi’s other hand, “We’d really love for you to date us both.”

“...I…” Yoongi looked frantically between the two of you, his fingers trembling in your hand, “You...what?”

“We wanna date you!” Jin repeated, “You shit idiot!”

“Stop calling me a shit idiot, you fuck head!”

“Where do you two come up with these insults?” You murmured under your breath, using your free hand to cover Jin’s mouth again, “Yoongi-oppa. We’re being a hundred percent serious with this proposition. I-If you don’t have feelings for both of us, we understand, and we won’t bother you about this again. B-But we thought...maybe you felt the same…”

“What do you mean maybe?” Yoongi asked, “Is this a prank?”

“No! I just said we’re being a hundred percent serious!” You yelped indignantly, “We would never joke about something like this! This is serious!”

“Oh my god,” Yoongi mumbled, sinking down to a crouch, his hands still being held by you and Jin, “Oh my god, you’re both serious? Oh my god?” He laughed in disbelief, “What the fuck? What the fuck?”

“Y-Yoongi?” You asked, and Yoongi looked back up at the two of you, his eyes shining with unshed tears, his hands clutching both of yours tightly.

“You’re serious?” He asked, his voice a trembling whisper, “Y-You both? You both l-like me?”

“Yes,” Jin reaffirmed, kneeling down to meet Yoongi’s gaze, and you followed, the three of you kneeling in a weird circle on the ground, “We both really like you, Yoongi. Would you like to be our boyfriend?”

“God,” Yoongi choked out, freeing his hands so he could grab Jin’s face, pulling him in for a deep kiss, only breaking it to murmur “yes” before kissing him again. You jumped when Yoongi pulled from Jin and moved to you, pulling you in for a deep kiss as well. “Both of you, I want both of you. Please.”

“You have us,” Jin reassured him softly, moving in to wrap an arm around Yoongi’s shoulders, nuzzling his face into his neck, “We’re all yours.”

“I love you,” Yoongi sighed against your lips, pulling you into a hug with one arm, then hugging Jin closer, “I love you both.”

-xxx-

“Oh my god.”

You giggled as Yoongi pulled away from Jin, his eyes widened as if he was caught doing something bad. His lips were a slicked cherry red, and Jin’s lips looked about the same.

“You guys really couldn’t wait, huh?” You asked, and Yoongi pouted, turning and pressing his lips back against Jin’s, humming happily as Jin’s hands roamed down his back.

“Sorry, kitten,” Jin smirked down at Yoongi’s pout, “Baby boy couldn’t wait.”

“Aw, needy, huh?” You cooed, climbing onto the bed and pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek, smiling when he turned to meet your lips with his.

“M not needy,” Yoongi denied, and Jin rolled his eyes. “But if I don’t get fucked in the next five minutes, I may have a tantrum.”

“Wow, relatable content,” you turned to Jin, “I, too, want to get fucked.”

“I can’t fuck both of you,” Jin complained, folding his arms, “I only have one dick.”

“Hyung, please, we all know the solution to this problem,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, pulling away, “You fuck me, I fuck her. Simple.”

“Ah.” Jin hesitated, then, “But I-I’ve never…”

“Never had anal?” Yoongi asked, looking over to you, and you shrugged.

“We’ve tried it, but I didn’t really like it that much,” you admitted, “I think Seokjin-oppa’s trying to say he’s never fucked you.”

“Oh.” Yoongi tilted his head, “I guess you haven’t. It’s fine, I trust you.”

“Um, okay. I mean, I didn’t doubt that part. Uh. Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Yoongi moved back in, “Please fuck me, Daddy.”

You sucked in a sharp breath at the same time Jin let out a helpless moan, pressing his lips back against Yoongi’s. You watched eagerly as Jin easily dominated the kiss, sucking Yoongi’s bottom lip, making your thighs clench.

“Daddy,” You whined, leaning towards the two of them, Yoongi pulling away with a smirk as he watched Jin pull you in for a kiss as well.

“My needy babies,” Jin teased, “You wanna fuck kitten, baby boy?”

“Mhm,” Yoongi sighed, rutting his hips against Jin’s thigh, “Can I kiss her? Pretty please?”

“Of course you can,” Jin looked at you, then tilted his head towards Yoongi, “Go ahead, kitten. He was so polite when he asked.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Yoongi smirked when you finally turned to him, pressing your lips together, making you whimper as he quickly dominated the kiss.

You jumped when you felt one of Jin’s hands cup your breast, whimpering when he gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Yoongi, take off her shirt,” Jin ordered, “I wanna see what kitten wore for us.”

Yoongi obeyed quickly, reaching over to pull off the t-shirt you were wearing to reveal a black lace bra, making Yoongi inhale sharply.

“Do you like it, oppa?” You asked, leaning in to rub your nose against Yoongi’s affectionately, giggling when he took your bottom lip between his teeth, “I wore it just for you~”

“Such a sweet kitten,” Jin praised, moving Yoongi out of his lap and getting off the bed, “Alright, everyone, clothes off.”

You scrambled to obey, tugging your leggings down and off, while Yoongi tugged his shirt off. Your eyes darted between the two of them, the more skin exposed, the more excited you got.

“Oh, kitten,” Jin turned to his nightstand, “Don’t you think this is a perfect time for your newest piece?” He turned and gave you a smirk, and you giggled, nodding excitedly.

“Can oppa put it on me?” You asked, looking over to Yoongi, who gave you a confused look.

“Of course. Yoongi-ah, c’mere.” Yoongi obeyed, moving towards the edge of the bed and peering over into the nightstand. “Will you do the honors?” Jin asked, holding up a new, sleek, black ruffled collar. The bell jingled softly as Yoongi took it from Jin, a long, shaky breath escaping his lips.

“This…” Yoongi licked his lips, looking at the tag before turning to you, “For me?”

“For you,” You reaffirmed, then settled on your knees in front of him, presenting your neck, “Please put it on? Oppa?”

“O...Okay…” he mumbled, turning to face you. You waited patiently as Yoongi struggled with the clasp, then carefully wrapped the collar around your neck. Jin reached in to move your hair, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your cheek.

“It looks great on you,” Jin praised, “Doesn’t it, Yoongi-ah?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi breathed, reaching up to fiddle with the heart shaped tag that read ‘For Oppa ♡’, “You look amazing, baby girl.”

“Thank you, oppa,” you giggled, pushing the little bell on the collar to hear it jingle. “Daddy said that you would like this one the best.”

“Hm,” Yoongi hummed thoughtfully, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your lips, “Daddy knows me so well.”

You let out a pleased moan as Yoongi continued to kiss you, keeping things slow and sweet as he reached up to squeeze your breasts in his hands. He suddenly sat back, pulling you with him so you perched comfortably on his lap, grinding down on his straining erection trapped in his boxers. Yoongi let out a whine in the back of his throat, his hands moving to squeeze at your ass appreciatively. He pulled away from the kiss, looking up at you with blown pupils and flushed cheeks. He licked his lips before his gaze flickered downward, a hand moving to jingle the little bell on your collar. His eyelids drooped as he smirked, a shiver running down your spine.

“All for me,” he cooed, “Pretty little kitty. All dolled up for me.” His finger moved from the little bell to the back of the collar, hooking inside the little strap and pulling taut, your breath hitching violently as he suddenly restrained your airflow. Your hips jerked as you let out a helpless moan, your hand wrapping around Yoongi’s forearm as he pulled a little tighter. “Isn’t she gorgeous, Daddy?”

“So fucking gorgeous,” Jin agreed easily around a moan. “Fuck, you two look so beautiful together. My gorgeous angels, so perfect for me.”

You glanced over at Jin as best you could, another choked moan leaving you. He was still standing at the side of the bed, his hand rubbing over his dick as he watched Yoongi choke you with your collar. His eyes met yours, and he smirked, another shock of arousal shooting down your spine.

“Dah-Dad-dyyy,” you groaned, gasping for air. Yoongi let your collar go, and you inhaled greedily, your hips jerking restlessly as you rested your head on Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi chuckled in your ear, his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly. “Daddy,” you called again, picking your head up as you reached for Jin, “Kiss, p-please-!”

“Mm, baby,” Jin groaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you in for a bruising kiss, your tongues clashing and his teeth nipping playfully at your already bruised bottom lip. You heard Yoongi moan softly, then felt his hands move to start playing with your nipples again. “Kitten, do you want Yoongi-ah to eat you out?”

“Mm,” you looked back at Yoongi, who seemed to like the idea even more than you did, “Mhmm. Wanna feel his mouth, Daddy. Can I?”

“You both have been very good,” Jin praised, “So you both get a reward. Kitten, lay back on the bed and Yoongi, get on your knees for me.”

You both scrambled to obey, you flopping onto your back with a series of jingles from your collar, and Yoongi settling in between your legs with wide, eager eyes. Jin moved in behind Yoongi, hooking his chin over his shoulder and letting his gaze roam over your body.

“Baby boy,” Jin began, wrapping one arm around Yoongi’s waist, and his other arm reaching towards your panties, where he pulled the waistband back, then let it snap against your skin, “Why don’t you take everything off for our pretty little kitty, hm?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Yoongi mumbled shyly, reaching for your bra first. You helped him unhook it and fling it off to the floor, then lifted your hips so he could tug down your panties. You bit your lip when Yoongi’s breath hitched, his eyes staring at where you were soaking wet with arousal. “She’s so wet…” he whispered, and Jin hummed in agreement. Your hips jumped as Jin’s fingers rubbed at your entrance, your legs spreading wider. Jin held his hand up, Yoongi letting out a pathetic little whine when Jin spread his fingers, your arousal stringing between them. Jin brought his fingers to Yoongi’s mouth, chuckling when Yoongi greedily took them in, sucking off your wetness eagerly with a pleased moan.

“Such a slutty little boy,” Jin teased, “You wanna taste her that badly?”

“Ye-ahhh,” Yoongi moaned around Jin’s fingers, your eyes following Jin’s free arm down, gasping when you saw him rubbing at Yoongi’s dick, the wet patch that had formed at the tip growing as Jin teased him.

“So eager for something in your mouth,” Jin cooed, “Pussy or cock, you don’t care. Isn’t that right? My slutty little baby boy.”

“Mm, m’your slut,” Yoongi slurred pulling Jin’s fingers out of his mouth with a pop, licking his lips and turning his head. Your core clenched as the two of them kissed, their tongues tangling easily. You fought back the urge to rub your clit as you watched them, biting your lip to muffle your moan. “Wanna eat her out. Can I? Wanna make her feel good.”

“Mm, go ahead,” Jin agreed, “Boxers off. You’re gonna have to keep your hips up for me so I can get you ready for me, okay?”

Yoongi nodded, tugging his boxers down and off, his cock an angry red, almost purple at the head, with a string of pre-cum dripping from his slit. You propped yourself up on your elbows as Yoongi spread your legs wider, bending down to lick a solid line up your pussy, making you yelp and immediately fall back into the sheets.

“Y-Yoongi-oppa-!” You gasped, arching your back as Yoongi buried his face in between your legs. You looked down, seeing Jin getting ready behind Yoongi with a bottle of lube. He met your gaze and gave you a smile, popping the lid open and squirting a generous amount onto his fingers.

“Yoongi-ah,” Jin called, patting Yoongi’s hip, “Stop me if it gets to be too much, okay?”

“Jus’ put ‘em in already!” Yoongi whined against your folds, making you squirm, “Please, Daddy, jus’ fuck me.”

“Don’t be a brat,” Jin scolded, but still gave Yoongi exactly what he wanted. As soon as Jin’s finger circled Yoongi’s entrance, Yoongi sucked harshly at your clit, making you wail in pleasure as he moaned against you.

“O-Oppa, fuh-fingers-!” You let out another cry as Yoongi obeyed, one finger slipping in easily.

“Ah, Yoongi-ah, I thought of something fun,” Jin’s voice suddenly entered your ears, and then you felt Yoongi move away from your pussy. You blinked your eyes open, seeing Yoongi being held back by his hair, his jaw dropped and his face scrunched in pleasure. “Since she can’t see, why don’t you tell baby girl everything that’s happening, hm? Aren’t you dying to know, kitten?” You moaned, nodding eagerly. “Baby boy, tell her what I’m doing.”

“H-He,” Yoongi gasped, his face scrunching up harder, “His f-finger...i-inside…!”

“C’mon now, you can do better than that,” Jin chastised fondly, “And don’t stop what you’re doing to her. Kitten’s being so good.”

“His finger,” Yoongi repeated, his thumb coming up to rub at your clit. His eyes fluttered open, meeting your gaze. You were sure you looked just as fucked out as he did, your hips bucking into Yoongi’s fingers eagerly, “H-He’s inside me...feels so good,” he moaned, “‘S wet...just like you…”

“Maybe one day you can help me with this part,” Jin said conversationally, looking down at you with a smirk, “Would you like that, kitten? Seeing oppa split open and drooling on your pretty little fingers?” You and Yoongi moaned loudly at the idea, your hips bucking against his fingers.

“‘M gonna cum,” you sobbed, “Can I cum, Daddy? P-Please let me-!”

“Go ahead, baby,” Jin encouraged, and you snapped, a short, satisfying orgasm jolting through your body as Yoongi worked you through it. “One more finger and you should be ready for me, baby boy.”

Yoongi nodded, pulling his fingers out of you and cleaning them off with his mouth, moaning happily around them as he thrust his hips back against Seokjin’s fingers. You pulled Yoongi closer, adjusting his stance over you so you could pull him in for a heated kiss. Your hand trailed down to rub playfully at Yoongi’s nipple, making him jerk and gasp.

“I-I’m ready,” Yoongi mumbled, throwing his head back as you began to suck hickeys onto his collarbone, “I’m ready, Daddy, please...Want your cock…”

You heard Jin’s fingers leave Yoongi with a slick noise. Yoongi bent down to press a kiss to your cheek, and then move himself again so his cock was pressed against your entrance.

“Go ahead, Yoongi-ah,” Jin murmured, and Yoongi entered you with a hiss. You threw your head back with a choked cry, the bell on your collar tinkling. You felt the bed jostle, then Yoongi was pressed fully against you, your arms easily wrapping around his neck so you could clutch at his back.

“Oh-!” Yoongi suddenly cried out, his shoulders hunching and his whole body shuddering. “Oh, oh, oh,” he clutched at your hips, and you looked up, seeing Jin towering over the both of you, his face scrunched up with pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, you’re so b-big, oh my-!” Yoongi arched his back, and you jolted as you felt the force of Jin’s cautious thrust push Yoongi deeper inside you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jin groaned, “What the fuck. Fuck, Yoongi, fuck-!”

It was overwhelming, really, seeing them both so fucked out. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you were pretty sure you had never gotten this wet in your entire life. Yoongi was choking out little gasps and moans into your ear, his hips jerking back and forth, as if he couldn’t figure out which sensation he wanted more of. You felt yourself biting your lip to hold back your own whimpers, wanting to hear every single noise Jin and Yoongi had to make.

“Go,” Yoongi suddenly choked out, “Hyung, move.”

Jin obeyed, pulling his hips back before thrusting forward, making Yoongi thrust forward as well. You let out a choked cry, clutching tighter at Yoongi’s shoulder blades.

“M not gonna last,” Yoongi whimpered, “I-It’s too much, I-fuck-!”

“It’s okay,” Jin’s band brushed against yours as he ran his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, “It’s okay, Yoongi-ah, you can let go.”

“O-Oppa,” You whimpered, Yoongi’s hips thrusting into you a little quicker as Jin upped the pace, “F-Feels so g-good-!”

“My babies,” Jin cooed, smiling sweetly at you over Yoongi’s shoulder, “My perfect little sluts. A-Always so eager and ready t-to please, hm?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “Yeah, all y-yours, Daddy. We’re yours!”

“I’m gonna cum,” Yoongi choked out, “I’m gonna cum, I’m g-gonna-!”

Yoongi clutched you close, his hips thrusting so he was buried inside you, and you let out a cry as you felt him fill you up. Jin brought his pace down to short little thrusts, barely moving as Yoongi came. Yoongi suddenly pulled away from you as best as he could, reaching down and rubbing at your clit in fast little circles, making you yelp and clutch at his shoulders.

“Wanna feel you,” Yoongi murmured, “Wanna feel you cum, angel.”

“Go ahead and cum for us, kitten,” Jin encouraged, and you obeyed, the knot in your tummy finally unraveling as you fell apart. You’re pretty sure you felt a couple tears squeeze out of your eyes, but you ignored it as you let the waves of your orgasm run their course.

“Jin-hyung,” Yoongi murmured, “You can keep going, I’m okay.”

“I’m not gonna last much longer anyway,” Jin admitted, thrusting forward into Yoongi, who hissed at the feeling.

“Fuck, you two look so good together,” you croaked out, giving Yoongi a soft smile when his eyes opened to look at you. “I love you. I love you both so much.”

“L-Love you too,” Yoongi murmured, reaching down to lace your fingers together, giving you a smile when you pulled your hand to your mouth, pressing soft kisses to his knuckles, “Love you both.”

Jin couldn’t reply, his voice cutting off into choked cries and moans as he came inside Yoongi. The three of you were quiet, save for your panting as you all caught your breath, and eventually you began to move away from each other.

Yoongi collapsed next to you on the bed, immediately cuddling into your side, sighing happily as his face nuzzled into your neck.

“Fuck I’m gonna be sore,” Yoongi complained, giving Jin a pout. “Who the fuck gave you such a big dick?”

“You weren’t complaining two minutes ago when it was inside you,” Jin retorted, coming in with a warm washcloth to clean you up, “In fact, you liked it, so you can be quiet.”

“Why are you two like this?” You whined, “Why can’t we ever just have a nice, calm, post-coital cuddle without bickering?”

“He started it,” Jin pouted, gesturing at Yoongi. Yoongi frowned, but then Jin moved in with another washcloth and began to clean up Yoongi as well, who allowed it, then gave Jin an affectionate kiss when he was done.

“Thank you, hyung,” Yoongi murmured, curling back into your side. You smiled, tilting your cheek to Jin’s mouth so he could pop a sweet kiss there.

“Thank you, Seokjinnie-oppa,” you cooed, and Jin smiled, reaching to help you take off your collar.

“Of course, kitten,” he replied, then wandered over to his drawer, pulling out a couple pairs of boxers and an oversized t-shirt for you. The three of you dressed quietly, then Jin squished into the bed, pressing you tightly in between the two of them.

“Okay everyone go to sleep, that was exhausting,” Jin ordered, “I love you both more than all the stars in the sky.”

“Gaaay,” Yoongi called over your shoulder, making you giggle into Jin’s chest.

“Yes, my feelings for you are very gay, Yoongi, we’ve been over this.”

“I love you both too,” you cut them off before they could bicker again, “I love you both to the moon and back.”

“Do I have to come up with one, too?” Yoongi muttered, “Ugh, fine. I love you both more than I love being asleep.” You gasped softly, turning to look at Yoongi.

“Oh my god, I’m honored,” you leaned to press a soft kiss to Yoongi’s cheek, and Jin reached over to hold Yoongi’s hand and give it a squeeze.

“I am too, Yoongi-ah, that is unprecedented.”

“Both of you shut up and go to sleep before I take it back.” Yoongi threatened, and you giggled, pulling both of them closer to you and snuggling them affectionately.

“Okay, good night, love you.” You chirped, your two boyfriends returning the sentiment before you all fell into a peaceful slumber.

notes: the long awaited sequel!!! hope it lives up to your expectations!!! it was really fun to work on this. i can’t even believe its 19k??? like. wild. anyways i want to thank the loml @seokjinsbodyharness for once again reading and helping me plot!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. anyways, i’m going back on hiatus!!! y’all can come yell at me in my inbox if you need to!!! see y’all later!!!

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Day 3: Date Night (Adrigami)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18142001/chapters/42971090

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Adrien sat with Kagami together in a Japanese restaurant on a small table with their legs crossed waiting for the dinner to arrive.  

“It’s been a while since I have eaten Japanese meals,” The blonde told the girl sitting right in front of him. “I think the last time I ate was two months before my mom had disappeared”

“Was it a family dinner?” Questioned the blue-haired girl earning a nod from the blonde.

“Yeah” Responded Adrien. “We went to celebrate my mother’s career as an actress having gone so well”

“Did you also have to eat with chopsticks, right?”

“Yeah, okay it’s a long while ago, but I think I won’t have a problem with it,”

“You know we’re here in Japan now and I would rather you to pay attention to what you do or how you do it. I don’t know if you’re getting me”

“We have to wait until all dishes are served uhm….we should finish nearly at the same time, we should not wave or point with the chopsticks at someone….erm….we get for the family-style meals chopsticks as with those we scoop for us to eat”

“And if we don’t have them, what do we do instead?”

“Uh….use our own?”

“And how?”

“Oh I know….with the other part, which we don’t put in our mouth”

“Very well” Complimented Kagami. “Do you know, where to place the chopsticks, when you’re not using them?”

“Here on this tray, where it’s lying right now”

“Good, in Japanese we call it Hashioki,”

“Hashioki…,” Adrien repeated making Kagami smile.

“You’re doing a great progress” Complimented the girlfriend placing her hand on the table near to Adrien’s hand.

“I’m learning with the best teacher,” The Frenchman said with a chuckle making the blue-haired girl giggle and place her hand over Adrien’s.

A Japanese waiter appeared with the dishes, then Adrien and Kagami took their hand away and observed the waiter setting up the various small plates on the table.

Adrien smiled at Kagami, then observed the waiting putting the same plates in front of Adrien making it mirrored to the way he placed the dishes in front of Kagami.

“Wow,” Adrien said looking at the various foods on his side of the table.

“Do you know anything from here?” The Japanese descendant girl asked earning a nod from the boyfriend, which took his chopstick going towards the rice, then he saw Kagami raise her eyebrows in shock, then Adrien realized he was about to do a mistake.

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” Adrien said putting the chopsticks away. “Well the first bowl has rice in it, the one in front a few sushi rolls, on the left there’s raw salmon and those pink slices are watermelon, that’s ramen and this here is tempura, right?” Questioned Adrien earning a nod from his girlfriend.

“Itadaki-masu,” The blue-haired girl said and grabbed along with Adrien on their chopsticks. Kagami picked up one sushi roll, opened her mouth and placed it on her tongue, then closed her mouth starting to chew it afterward observed Adrien which looked at his hand, where he held the pair of chopsticks, then opened and closed it slowly.

“You’re holding them right,” The girlfriend said and Adrien looked around his dishes, where to start first then picked up one shrimp and before he put it into his mouth it slipped down and fell on the table.

“Oh,” Adrien said embarrassed, making Kagami chuckle.

“Try to put the first chopstick over there, where your thumb and index finger are connected with each other,” Kagami instructed then Adrien had used his free hand to replace the first chopstick, then he took the second one and placed it between his index finger and thumb.

“Good now try again”

Adrien picked up a sushi roll and took it up close to his mouth and succeed at it, then chewed the roll and swallowed it down.

“It’s going good. Keep going” The Japanese girl said making Adrien nod proud, then he took as next a slice of salmon and placed it in his mouth to chew the elastic fish meat and gulped it down.

“This might be weird, but I actually prefer raw salmon, than grilled salmon”

“That’s not weird at all”

“Then that was just my impression” Adrien said, then goes with his chopsticks at the tempura, then before he picks it he rolls his eyes at Kagami, which picked up one of the fried shrimp up and bite off a bit of the crustacean chewing it and Adrien copied her ripping the half of the shrimp up, therefore the other end of the shrimp felt down on the dish with the rice. Adrien picked the end of the shrimp up and introduced it into his mouth, afterward he took a look on his dishes and decided to try to use his chopsticks on the rice and picked them up normally guiding the scoop to his mouth while losing on the way some grains, that landed on the table and on Adrien’s white kimono.

“Adri, if you want you can pick up the bowl like this” Kagami said taking her bowl of rice, held it up over her chest and scooped a bit of rice with her chopsticks and put it inside her mouth.

“Okay it’s better”

Adrien took the bowl up close to him and took a bit of rice from it and shove the rice into his mouth earning a thumb up from the girlfriend.

“It’s not that difficult now, right?” The blue-haired girl asked gazing at the blonde taking another scoop of rice.

Minutes later both were nearly finished and they stopped together leaving a few rests on the plates.

“It was really good,” Adrien said passing licking his lips and cleaning his hands on the wet towel he and Kagami had on a wooden tray on the table to clean their hands.

“That’s great to know” Replied Kagami.

“I would love to have a dessert now, but too bad, they don’t sell some here”

“If you want we can later pass by a coffee shop and buy a muffin or something else” Suggested Kagami. “Mostly now you’re not used to not finish your food and you’re probably still a little hungry?”

“Yeah, it kinda is strange. My father always complained, if I didn’t eat everything off my plate, here it isn’t like that”

“Don’t need to worry, you did fine for the first time here. When we’re home we won’t mind, if you eat everything off the dish or not”

“Thanks, Kagami,” Adrien said looking at his plates and noted the tempura, then looked at Kagami, which had been looking at it too.

“I guess I’m not the only one, who’s still hungry,” Adrien said with a smirk, making the blue-haired girl giggle. Adrien picked up his chopsticks and grabbed the shrimp and guided it to Kagami, making her flinch as he approached her with the food.

“Uh is this also considered as immodest?” Questioned Adrien taking the shrimp down.

“This sort of makes people think on a ritual, that it’s done at the funeral”

“Oh, that’s not, what I was intending to make. That’s in Europe sort of a cute gesture. You know the boyfriend giving his girlfriend food into her mouth or vice versa”

“I know” Responded Kagami. “And that is sweet, just here isn’t quite the right place to do so, back at home or in France, it’s better for us”

“Great, thanks for the explanation,” The Frenchman said gladly about Kagami’s constant help.

“I thank you”

“For what?” The blonde questioned bewildered.

“For taking me out tonight,” The Japanese girlfriend told the boyfriend making him smile and bow down.

“Dōitashimashite” He said making Kagami smile, then the waiter showed up with a bill, then Adrien took out his wallet and took out a couple of cash bills, then placed the second hand on the cash bills and hand it with both hands the money to the waiter, which looked a bit confused at the blonde, then gave Adrien the change back and Adrien took it with both hands again and put it into his wallet.

“What was that?” Questioned Kagami amused by the scene.

“Uh I had read, that if there was no tray for the money I had to use both hands to give the waiter the money”

“Ah okay, well it’s not exactly that way, but it doesn’t matter now. I can show it to you another time, what you probably wanted to do”

“Great” Adrien said getting up from the pillow along with Kagami and placed his hands behind his back stretching himself. “Woah well that’s not as comfortable as the futon”

“Well the coffee we’re going to visit then has chairs, like down in France, so you will have it a little better, than here”

“Good, but I also can’t wait to get to sleep tonight. I have never slept so good in my life, than in your bed”

“That’sounds lovely”

“Can we go?” Asked Adrien holding his hand out for Kagami, which she unhesitatingly grabbed it and smiled at the tall boy, afterward he smiled back at the girl and walked away together to the exit of the Japanese restaurant.

[rkiverse]

things i wish i said #3

Number 3: “Are you sure she makes you happy?”

Summary: There are many things I wish I said, and sometimes – just sometimes – I’m glad that I didn’t.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 1,834

Genre: angst, fluff and light intended smut in the upcoming parts.

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After spending most of your night at the library, you had decided to make a trip to the convenience store before heading back home. Jihyo had called you in the middle of your study session, asking if she could crash at your place for the night so that she wouldn’t be running late to her three hour lecture the next morning. While she had an extra spare key to your place, you had simply dismissed her question, telling her that isn’t that why I gave you my spare key?

Once you arrive at the convenience store, you make your way straight to the ramen aisle to pick up a few packs. You assume that Jihyo had arrived at your place on an empty stomach. As you reach the counter to pay for your things, you hear someone clear their throat while you’re digging in your bag for your wallet.

“I didn’t know you lived around here,” you glance up to see Jimin behind the counter, scanning your packs of ramen. A smile forms across your lips.

“Yeah, I do.” You reply softly. “And I had no idea that you work here.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Only on weekend nights. That’ll be 15,000 won.”

You hand him the cash and he hands you your change. “Thanks. I guess I’ll see you around.”

He flashes you the brightest smile, and just when you’re about to head out, you hear him call out your name. You look at him over your shoulder with a questioning gaze.

“How are you?” He questions.

“Me?” You chuckle. “Well, aside from the stress I’ve been getting from school, I’ve been okay but I could be better.”

“I’m sure you know what I really meant.”

You fall silent. You bite your lip, shrugging your shoulders. “I just – I don’t want to get involved. She’s happy, therefore, I am happy. Why would I ruin it?”

“I guess you’re right,” he mumbles softly. “But how long will you be happy because of someone else’s happiness? When will you be happy for your happiness?”

A soft ping! is heard from your phone and it lights up with a new text message. Glancing down at the notification, you smile to yourself. Speaking of the devil. Looking back at Jimin, you shrug your shoulders.

“I guess we shall find out.”

It takes fifteen minutes to get to your place from the library, which makes it convenient when you decide to change your studying environment. As you exit the elevator, you walk down the hallway to hear a few muffled yells. You let out a soft groan, your next-door neighbours were probably arguing again. Sometimes you wish your walls weren’t as thin as paper.

But as you get closer and closer to your room, the yells seem to be coming from your own place itself. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Just as you were about to find out yourself, you stop in your tracks at the sound of your door opening. You’re halfway through finding your house keys in your purse, but you’re too distracted from the sight of a disheveled Taehyung standing a meter away from you. Your door is slammed shut and it takes Taehyung a couple of seconds to recollect himself and realize that you’re standing right in front of him.

“Oh,” he says softly, a bit alarmed of your presence. “Y/N. I didn’t see you there, sorry about that.”

“What are you doing in my apartment?” He furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“You live here?” You nod your head.

“And… why do you look like that?” You ask hesitantly while pointing at his messy mop of brown hair and his distressed expression. “Did something happen while I was gone?”

Before he could answer, the door opens once again and Jihyo stops in her tracks when her eyes meet yours. She looks just as disheveled and stressed out, and you’re half-glad that she had clothes on. You weren’t quite sure as to what had happened before you had gotten home, but from what you were seeing right now, you could only predict two things:

1. They either had sex in your apartment, or

2. They had an argument in your apartment.

“Taehyung-ah,” Jihyo begins, trying to reach out to him but he retreats away from her.

“Before you talk to me,” he looks at her in dismay. “Fix the mess you made.”

Looking at the both of them, you gulp nervously and clear your throat. They both glance at you and you flash a small smile to ease off the tension.

“Sorry, it’s just – I haven’t really eaten dinner yet and I’m starving, so, I was hoping if the two of you could just take this argument or whatever this is, out in this hallway or in the lobby while I get settled in my apartment.”

Taehyung frustratingly runs a hand through his mop of hair and you wince, thinking that maybe you were a bit too harsh with your words. But still, this was your apartment and you have every right to kick people out.

“Sorry,” he apologizes. “We’ll take this outside.”

You nod your head, glancing at Jihyo. She has a huge frown on her face and it looks almost permanent. When she looks at you, she gives you an apologetic smile.

“Sorry for bothering you, Y/N.” She says softly.

As you walk into your room and close the door, you let out the biggest sigh. Looking through the peephole, you see the both of them staring at each other with anger before exchanging a few words. Suddenly, they’re both heading down the hallway to the elevator, and you’re hoping that maybe they could fix whatever mess they had earlier.

But you notice two things. Even though Taehyung had looked completely angry at her, he was still standing close to her as they headed to the elevator. She was completely isolated from him, and she was hugging herself. You also notice how Taehyung glances at her for a few seconds with a concerned look, which meant that he genuinely cared about her. However, it seemed like his actions were going past Jihyo’s vision, and it’s all left unnoticed.

You frown.

“Are you sure she makes you happy?”

The argument seemed to have vanished almost immediately. Jimin had told you a couple of days after, that Taehyung had only taken a split second to forgive Jihyo. The reason for their argument? It was still a mystery that you and Jimin had to find out.

“They probably think we’re dating.”

You snort. Jimin stares at you and wiggles his eyebrows before bursting out into laughter. The both of you had met up for coffee at your favourite café in town. Jimin had told you the night before that he had something important to tell you, and that you’re the first one to know.

“So, why did you want to meet up?”

He blushes. “I met this guy a few days ago…”

“You’re kidding,” you smile. He shakes his head. “I’m so proud of you! What’s his name?”

“Yoongi,” it seems like his blush seems to redden even more when he talks more about this guy you have yet to meet. “He’s a friend of Jungkook, you know Jungkook, from our economics class?”

“Oh!” You snap your fingers. “I remember Jungkook, yes.”

“So, he asks me if I wanted to come to this studio he’s been recording a few of his tracks at and I decided to join.” He explains. “Little did I know, the moment I stepped into that studio, I’d be meeting Min Yoongi, and now I want to marry him. Literally. The moment I saw him, I was sold.”

“That’s so sweet, I wish I could meet him.”

His eyes light up and he immediately nods his head. “You should! I’ll set a date for a meetup.”

“Yeah, definitely. I think a Friday would be ideal since I’m done classes at two–” You’re cut off mid-sentence when your phone rings. You flash Jimin an apologetic look. He waves it off and grabs his cup of coffee. Looking at the caller ID, you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “I’ll be back, I’ll take this call.”

“Sure thing, love. I’ll be here, don’t worry.” He beams.

You head to the washroom and pick up the phone call. “Hi. Who’s this?”

“Y/N! It’s Jihyo!” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Did you get a new phone? What’s up?” You laugh.

“No, no. I left my phone at your place last night, and I was wondering if you could drop it off at my place sometime today.” She explains. You notice how she’s sort of dragging her words, as if she’s hiding something. You brush it off. “I’m expecting a phone call for a job interview, that’s all.”

“O-Oh, yeah, sure. I’ll see if I could drop by sometime in the afternoon to give you back your phone.”

“Great!” She exclaims. “Thanks, Y/N. I’m sorry for being such a pain in the ass.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I guess we all have our days, don’t we?”

She sighs. “We sure do.”

When the phone call ends, you head towards your booth to see Jimin waiting for you. He had already asked for a tray for your drinks.

“I’m so sorry,” you mumble.

“It’s okay. Besides, we still have a lot planned for today, right?” He smiles.

“Yeah, we do!” You exclaim. “But first, can we head to my place really quick? Jihyo forgot her phone at my place last night and I’m going to drop it off sometime this afternoon.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m guessing it’s urgent, huh?”

You laugh. “She said it was some phone call for a job interview that has her on the tips of her feet.”

As the both of you arrive at your place, you go into all your rooms in search of a familiar phone. When you spot a familiar grey phone case, you pick it up. However, before shoving it into your bag you feel it vibrate. Glancing at the phone, it lights up and reads an incoming text message:

Babe, when are you dropping by at my place?

You furrow your eyebrows. At the same time, your stomach was starting to feel sick. Looking at the phone number, you knew that it wasn’t Taehyung’s. The phone vibrates again and reads another incoming text message:

IT’S BEEN A LONG AND HARD WEEK AND I MISS BEING INSIDE YOU.

Cringing at the text, along with the eggplant emojis, you lock her phone and shove it into your bag. You know that whatever you were feeling right now was not good.

“Ready to hit the road?”

Looking up at Jimin, you gulp nervously. Nodding your head in reply, the both of you head out. Somehow, everything was all starting to make sense. From Jihyo’s fast ‘moving on’ stage to the argument, you weren’t sure if you liked the idea of a heartbroken Taehyung.

You frown.

“Are you sure she makes you happy?”

[thedistantstorm]

A Steelponcho Dawning - Part 12

A Dawning romance featuring the Commander and the Clan Steward, their feelings for each other coming to a head during the first Dawning celebration following the Red War, featuring Lord Saladin, city food, eventual smut, and a whole lot of pining. Continues from: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11.

Cayde returns the Clan Steward to Zavala’s office not long after the Commander and Ikora arrive. The worktable is still covered in Dawning gifts and the bushels of cards from what seems like an eternity ago to the full-bellied woman who is feeling even more drowsy now with a belly full of the Ramen Shop’s house special.

Cayde pats her shoulder - she’s recovered enough to be over his clingy personality, needing her space and flinching away awkwardly. She does thank him for putting both their meals on his tab though. He’s almost bashful over being recognized for his good deeds, but then he manages to come up with a mild snark about her being able to repay him by doing some paperwork for him next time they’re on strikes together. She lets him have it, it’s unspoken that she always does paperwork when they run strikes together(usually in this office).

She pulls out her new tablet and sets out to answering messages, ignoring the mild pull of exhaustion, the in and out of focus of her vision as her eyes droop. She catches herself twice before she thinks any of them notice, but Zavala is always two steps ahead. He waits for her to reluctantly meet his gaze before casting his eyes over at the small couch on the far side of the office and back, pointedly.

Suraya shakes her head just a fraction. His eyes narrow in response. She refocuses down at her tablet intently while Ikora continues on beside her about potential restructuring options they could explore. The Warlock happened to have attended the last meeting on a whim and had some ideas of potential relocation areas for the displaced people of the Farm. Cayde remains mostly quiet, loitering against the wall between large windows, interjecting when necessary.

They don’t actually know the full number of people who will need to relocate. They won’t for a while, the current numbers just growing estimates that induce more and more anxiety. It will depend on what rebuilding efforts look like at the Farm, and what is the quicker, more advantageous solution for all parties involved. In short, until they go and get an idea of the damage for themselves, there is no way that they will be able to do anything of use besides plot and plan. And even that can’t be done fully without knowing the full specifications the resulting efforts will require.

Zavala’s tablet beeps and blinks at him with a message from Devrim that pulls him out of Ikora’s soft spoken discussion of available sectors. The EDZ scout is messaging him with a standard update. Updated death toll, estimated displaced - unofficially set at a couple thousand and rising. Considering there are still thirty thousand City-folk living at the Farm, it's a staggering number.

The Commander frowns, looking up at Hawthorne, who has clearly also received the update without the audio alert. She sighs and sets her tablet on the edge of his desk after typing a reply expressing her thanks, blatant concern, and asking if there’s anything she can do.

Devrim replies for her to take care of herself, because they need her. She swipes the tablet back reluctantly from the desk and replies that he needs to be safe, too and something about a good salve for a burn that he can make with plants that grow in the area.

With a typed out laugh, Dev replied to the group message that he'd taught her that one, if she recalled and he would be just fine. He'd already made some in his few minutes of downtime yesterday.

Ikora is just about finished talking ten minutes later when Suraya tips her head back and rubs her fingers into her forehead. Her head is pounding from trying to stay focused amid her exhaustion. Around her, Ikora looks at Cayde and then Zavala, with a quick dart of gold-toned eyes toward the Clan Steward and back.

“Suraya,” Zavala finally says, ignoring both of his Fireteam members’ weird looks at his lack of formality. There's no need to be formal right now. Certainly both of them know they spend time together. She blinks up at him, eyes bleary. “Take the couch. I'll wake you if something happens.” Gently, he affirms, “I promise.”

Cayde lets out a mote of sound as if he's going to second the idea and jump on the bandwagon when she protests, but the woman simply slides her tablet across the desktop so it comes to rest on the Commander's side. “Just for a few minutes,” She acquiesces. “Get me if Dev or Marc call, even if it's not an emergency. Please.”

“Of course,” Zavala agrees easily. He's sure both men would argue against just that, but he's not about to start a fight since she's agreeing.

When she settles in on the couch, crochet blanket pulled down over herself, Cayde plops into the recently vacated seat. “Well, that was way easier than I expected.”

“Quiet,” Ikora reprimands tersely. “Let’s not disturb her if we can help it.” And then, even softer, “I cannot imagine what she saw. The reports my hidden have given me are… disturbing. It’s a civilian staging area, barely a warfront. For this to occur...” Ikora has a difficult time empathizing, though she is not without feeling.

Cayde's optics are serious. “She, ah, told me a little bit, when we were waiting for our meal. Burning isn’t fun. We’ve all spent enough time in Shaxx’s Mayhem to know what a solar genade feels like on the receiving end.” He makes a weird little halfway gesture with his hands, uncomfortable. “Kinda worries me, her being like this. We should keep an eye on her.”

Zavala doesn’t quite roll his eyes, having a bit too much decorum for that, but he does gruff out, “I am.”

There’s a quiet scoff across from him. “Clearly.” Ikora glances over her shoulder at the woman on the couch, her eyes returning to bore into Zavala’s luminescent ones, as if to say she suspects Hawthorne’s agreeable demeanor to his instruction is no happy accident. Ikora was also the second or third person at most consensus meetings(after Zavala, or Zavala and Hawthorne together), and one of the last to leave. She’s seen them together, knows they’re a bit closer than colleagues, and more than likely in the territory of friends.

“Obviously,” Cayde says, as if he's led the discussion up to this point, then winces at his own volume, dialing it down a notch. “I just mean that, y'know, if there’s anything we can do, let us know.” Ikora looks mildly uncomfortable. She's aloof by nature and Hawthorne isn't exactly in her circle of friends - not many hold such an esteemed title - though they are amiable, of course. She manages a stiff nod to Cayde's statement.

Zavala nods, and their impromptu meeting is adjourned. He doesn't plan on taking either of them up on it, strike operations are on hold with very few exceptions in the EDZ, and whatever Farm restructuring plan will be best handled by the two of them, even with Ikora's well-meaning advice. Ikora and Cayde are excellent at managing operations abroad with their wide reach and ease of access. He's content to leave their usual work to them without adding extra. Besides, Suraya would surely be embarrassed to hear that Cayde essentially offered himself up to act as a babysitter.

-/

The sounds of quiet discussion - low, rolling voices, like waves in the sea - bring her drifting closer to wakefulness. It's dark, she doesn't need to open her eyes to tell, the afternoon light long gone on the other side of her eyelids. She shifts and feels the distinct chill in the air of an open window. The quietest of chitters echoes from across the room and precursors a laugh that's deep and purposely dampened, likely by hand or fist.

“He likes attention, I see,” Suraya recognizes the voice immediately. Saladin.

There is a little chirp, the scuffle of talons on what she's guessing is the plasteel of Zavala's gauntlet. She focuses, wants to hear this.

Zavala hums. It sounds affectionate. Her chest blooms with warmth despite the ache of grief and bite of returning stress threatening to overwhelm her. “Louis is an interesting falcon. Certainly full of personality,” The Commander admits. She knows his sounds, her bird certainly agrees.

“Much like his handler,” Saladin replies.

The sound of something sliding captures her attention. Zavala speaks again. “Select what you'd like. I'll have it delivered here.”

“Are you sure? Perhaps she would-”

“I'll wake her when it comes, if the smell doesn't first.”

She assumes he's stroking Louis in that way he does, down his chest with his fingertips, the way she always said would get him nipped but her partner for some reason allows. She also guesses he's ordered Indian, and the thought of warm naan and malai reminds her that she needs to catch up on meals, too. She hasn't been very good about taking care of herself in light of recent events, and ramen isn't an incredibly filling meal for someone who hasn't eaten properly in days.

However, she's warm under the blankets, Louis is incapable hands, and the couch is comfortable enough. Even the silence that settles over the two Titans is soothing. She is safe to let herself doze a while longer. It'll be another hour before the food will be delivered, if she knows anything about the delivery systems around here(and she does).

It's slightly less time than that when the food does arrive, and she's coaxed awake with fingertips against her cheek and a whisper in her ear. She must have been in the upswing of a REM cycle because she comes to a bit disoriented, feeling like it's morning and not late evening, panicking over something she doesn't remember until it all hits her again, all at once. Zavala has her fingers wrapped around a mug of tea nearly instantly, his eyes gentle, body blocking his mentor's view.

She's grateful for that. His gaze is a steady anchor, and she smells notes of jasmine in the tea. He knows her well. When he steps away, she sees the steaming containers of food and knows the little tick of his brow means for her to join them when she's gathered her bearings. She hears a soft flutter from the window by his desk and knows Louis is waiting for her, too.

Saladin sighs. “I'd like to come,” He tells Zavala. “When you go to the Farm, to survey-” Suraya gets over herself quickly, on her feet and padding silently across the office without her boots, tea placed beside Zavala's similar mug, hers red and his blue. Saladin's is yellow, but looks to be coffee instead of tea.

The Iron Lord's gaze follows her all the way over to the open window, where Louis is perched. “Hey Bird,” She says, and the raptor cries out, the sound shrill. Concerned. She thumbs the ruffled feathers of his head. “I'm fine,” She assures him quietly. Behind her, Saladin drops his volume and continues speaking, but she knows the ice-water feel of eyes on her back. “I'm sorry I haven't been around. Gonna be that way for a little bit longer.” He nips her, hard enough to chastise but not to break skin. Makes eye contact. Cheeps a few times and pushes into the hand that smooths against his feathers.

“He will be fine, Suraya,” Saladin addresses loud enough to break her concentration, a few moments of doting later. “The Commander here spoiled him with treats while you were resting.”

Zavala harrumphs at being caught. Suraya always yells at him for fattening up her bird. (“He's a falcon, not a turkey, Zavala.”)

“He’s less spoiled and more like a con artist,” She replies instead, surprising Titan who’s preparing for a reprimand. Louis nips more affectionately now, and she cracks the window a bit more, indicating it's okay for him to take to the sky. He does, and she watches his wings beat once, twice against the cold air as he flies away. “When did he drop in?” She asks as she shuts the window behind him. Her memory recalls waking up earlier but she has no idea how long she's been out.

“A few hours ago. Come eat,” The Iron Lord commands. Her stomach rumbles in answer as she joins them, and she nurses some of her tea first. Sitting between them, she watches both of them glance at her as if to assure themselves she’s alright.

“Did you pick the day?” She asks Zavala, referring to the topic Saladin had been on when she rose from the couch. “And did I miss anything?” Hawthorne forces herself to eat slowly, realizing that she is positively famished.

Zavala nods. “It's on your calendar. Two days time.” He pauses to take a bite of chicken tikka. “Devrim sends his regards-”

Furious - no, he knows her better now. Anxious dark eyes, like soil and earth turn to him as she sets down her utensil. “I told you to-”

“He only messaged you.” Zavala lays a palm on her shoulder when she bristles. She’s incredibly tense. “I called him for an update.”

“Is he okay?” The surge of protectiveness is not missed by either man.

The Commander nods. “He was getting off his shift for the evening. He wanted you to know they have plenty of help and the Clans are helping admirably, and not to fret about him. I believe he said that is Marc’s specialty.”

“He doesn’t get a choice,” The Clan Steward says, stabbing a piece of meat with force, though her rage has significantly receded. “I’ll worry if I want to.” It’s almost a pout.

Zavala shakes his head at her reaction, eyes lighting up in a way that Saladin does not miss, his eyes silently dancing from the woman and back to his former pupil. Zavala's eyebrows raise in a questioning arch that subsides when Suraya reaches between them for a piece of warm naan, still wrapped in paper and foil.

“Is there something I’m missing?” She asks skeptically when both their expressions school themselves into something less expressive. Her eyes are dark and she still looks tired, but far better than she had before. Her mind felt clearer with every bite, and that meant she was well over being coddled or treated like an invalid. “You two are making weird faces.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Uh huh,” She looks at Saladin instead of Zavala. Her eyes narrow, and Zavala winces at the knowing look she gives him. His stomach flops and his heart beats loud in his chest.

Lord Saladin has absolutely talked to Suraya. His mentor has absolutely said something to her. Something personal, if that look is any indication. Insecurity washes over him like a cold shower. Did he say something to her about his feelings? Or worse, her own?

After a moment, Suraya drops her gaze to her meal and they both continue eating, letting it go. Zavala finds that he can’t take another bite.