#also happy day before my birthday aka my bestie’s birthday

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happy friday i took these on wednesday

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PARK SUNGHOON SMAU | I WISH SUNGHOON WAS MY BOYFRIEND..

PROFILES !

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LEE JENO: model, 24, was recruited alongside jimin & sunghoon by chaeyoung, most of his brand deals are in paris + his schedules align a lot with jennie’s hence why he’s constantly travelling between seoul & paris, is close with the other two.

PARK SUNGHOON: model, 23, was recruited by his manager chaeyoung to odd atelier aka jennie’s fashion & design company, is really close with jimin & jeno, a smug and obnoxious asshole (he’ll hopefully get better eventually 😞)

YU JIMIN: model, 25, was also recruited by chaeyoung for odd atelier, besties with jeno & sunghoon, does runway more than the other two, on her way to become the top female model of sk.

UCHINAGA AERI: photographer, 23, got into photographing (mainly) & video editing bcs of yn’s influence, has been besties with day ones + jake since childhood, really sweet but .. concerning.

KIM YN: photographer, 25, has always had a special passion for photography since she was younger and that somehow migrated to her friends making some of them become photographers as well, an artist at heart, day ones founder.

NING YIZHUO: photographer, 22, youngest out of her group and had a rocky relationship with them in the beginning but they’re inseparable now, is attached at the hip with day ones.

JENNIE KIM: CEO of odd atelier, 30, picked up fashion designing at a young age before moving to paris to establish OA. travels between both seoul & paris constantly for the headquarters, recommended the triplets to chaeyoung personally after finding them on the internet. doesn’t have the best reputation around her personality as the industry always attempts to bring her down.

PARK CHAEYOUNG: manager at OA, 29, jennie’s best friend, in charge of the triplets, recruited the triplets around the same time after jennie’s request, also does CEO work for jennie in whichever opposite headquarters jen is at when needed.

JEON JUNGKOOK: supermodel, 27, was the most popular model in sk and had won model of the year award multiple amounts of times, highly praised and placed on a pedestal by the entire industry, is GOLDEN’S (the company he’s under) first and only supermodel. (horrendous personality i love u kook but sorry)

KIM MINJEONG: professional makeup artist under OA, 24, got hired after she graduated and applied for OA, was personally picked by chaeyoung from over a thousand applicants, is mainly hoon’s appointed MUA, a part of day ones and is yn’s best friend.

SIM JAEYUN: model, 23, born and raised in korea but moved to brisbane at a young age, now he’s pursuing a career in modelling, yn’s & day ones’ childhood bestfriend, a sweetheart and your go to gossip corner human version.

a,note. the profiles were rushed! a bit unclear as i didn’t know exactly what to put bcs i don’t want to accidentally spoil smth 😔 hence why some things might not make sense for now but trust me they will in future chapters! so this will have to do! enjoy & happy birthday chels !!

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It's The Noise's Birthday

Today, April 1st is this Silly Gremlin's (aka my bestie) The Noise's Birthday!! 🍰🍬

He's a Thrill Seeker so instead of the conventional candles, I placed a bomb on his cake! He better make a wish and blow off the bomb quickly before it explodes! 😨

(Also Happy April Fools Day) 

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Ok hello, I usually don't add A/N especially months after posting BUT since Lissie is an evident side character whilst reader is dating Marcus I just felt like I had to say I wrote this before they started dating (before the pitstop boys and Lissie went on screamingmeals, even) so yeah thanks enjoy!!

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yourusername surprise!! they let me on screamingmeals, and i went to going purple and pitstop!! go listen to them they're all very different vibes but very fun and all out right now!!🫶🏼🫶🏼 tagged screamingmeals, jamesharveyblair, clementnovalak, pitstop, jakeboys, akfabiobocca, lissiemackintosh

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clementfan need you as a permanent screamingmeals member asap tbh marcusarmstrong next one in nz? 👌🏼👌🏼

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Midnight

warnings: mentions blood, death, little bit of fighting, depression, mentions of guns/getting shot, etc etc NO USE OF Y/N

Part 2 of Little Moon

Part 1, part 2, part 3

Word Count: 5.7k words

Authors discussion n shizzle:

Hi y’all sorry this took so long to do. But it’s here and I’m happy and it’s long as FUCK.

Like it’s twice as long as part 1, and it’s so bad everyone voted I break this up into a 3rd part so like, yea

I’m publishing this while the 2 yr old I’m babysitting is down fr his nap so like woooo

I’d like to thank my beta readers n co owners of Little Moon for reading this shit (I’m sorry if u cried): my bestie aka @deaths-favorite-star , terra, Apollo (Taylor swift and bat brat versions), bri, and lilac

mostly cus without them this wouldn’t even be possible/done lol

let’s get on w this shall we? Hope you all enjoy <3

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

Months have passed since your death.

In those months the children of Bruce Wayne, whether adopted or biological, grieve. All of them mourned you.

There are seldom times your grave is without fresh flowers or some sort of visitor, who either sits in silence or just talks to the headstone in a conversation that they know they’ll never get your input on again.

Your bedroom is in the same state of familiarity, too.

On some days, Alfred has to force Bruce to get out of bed or to even come home.

No one looks at Alfred quite the same anymore, but no one looks at Alfred with the same disgust as Alfred’s own reflection.

✧✿✧

Since the funeral, family dinners went from being twice a week, to just once.

And then they went to once a month, with Alfred having to just watch as the number of people who attended them dwindled, before eventually they came to a total stop.

✧✿✧

Today is another day of distant and silent mourning, as Alfred stands in his room, looking through pictures of you and Bruce as children.

Down the hallway as Alfred looks at a picture of you on your seventh (7th) birthday, he hears Cassandra softly crying down the hall in your bedroom.

During your birthday that year, when you’d turned seven (7) years old, Alfred remembers how the only thing you’d asked for was a cake. Specifically, you requested that he let you help him bake your birthday cake.

Alfred can’t help but smile, even just slightly, as he remembers how big of a mess you’d made when you had attempted to dump the entire bag of flour into the mixing bowl.

He also can’t help but remember that after a long day of celebrating your birthday, it was the first night since you’d come to live with him and Bruce that you hadn’t woken up once because of a nightmare.

✧✿✧

Alfred had been in Bruce’s study when the news came.

A tray of food in hand, he’d been begging Bruce to eat something. Anything, even if it was just a piece of toast that he hadn’t prepared himself.

“Master Bruce, you haven’t eaten in the past few days. Please, take at least one bite.”

Bruce only raises his head, dark circles under his eyes as he just blankly stares at him. An almost soulless look, one that gives a hollow feeling of emptiness.

Across the desk in Bruce’s study are papers, books, various gadgets in states of disrepair or in the middle of being made, as well as schematics for them that have the occasional ring-shaped coffee stain on them.

“Not now, Alfred. I have things to do,” Is Bruce’s only reply, a hoarse and exhausted sounding tone held within his words.

Alfred’s coming words of protest are silenced by the sounds of an alarm going off. Not too loud but neither too quiet, but just enough to make Alfred go silent.

NEW HUNTER DETECTED

That’s what the screen on Bruce’s computer read.

Various screens pop up on Bruce’s computer, each showing feed from different CCTV cameras of a person moving through Gotham and killing vampires in their wake.

The videos in question had been saved from numerous different days in the past few weeks, all adding up together once there was enough saved to trigger the algorithm that Tim had made. Specifically, it was designed to use the cameras around Gotham to track and keep note of Vampire Hunters and vampire attacks. Made solely to help prevent someone else from suffering the same fate you did.

All to prevent them from having to lose someone else.

Bruce and Alfred watch as the videos play, watching as the new hunter the algorithm had detected took out various vampires across the city of Gotham. But what made Bruce rub the drowsiness from his eyes as he leans forward, peering closer at the numerous video feeds was not because of how they looked.

No, it was because of how they moved.

The way they moved was eerily familiar. The way they moved with such precision that only got better and better with each new video feed that grew to be more recent was what had Bruce holding his breath.

While they had kept you from knowing the world of Vampire Hunting most of your life, they hadn’t let you be completely defenseless.

Which was why it was so eerie to see that the way this person was moving, was by using moves he’d only ever taught you. It was unmistakable, really. Bruce had grown up with you, knew most of the little habits you had. He knew you better than he knew himself sometimes.

Bruce is unsure if he wants to let himself grow delusional about whether or not it was who he thought it was. Should he? Could he? Was it even worth the pain it’d bring by opening up old wounds, to bring back the choking hold of grief?

Bruce can feel Alfred staring at him, because he gets that same feeling of familiarity. But it should be impossible. It couldn’t be possible.

But was it? Could it be?

Alfred sets the tray of food down on Bruce’s desk, taking the opportunity to clean up some of its disorganized mess. But it’s only because he doesn’t want to let his mind wander like Bruce’s is. He already lets it wander far enough when he looks through photo albums and when he sees his face reflected off the tea he drinks in the morning, in the mirror, off the windows, and on the screen of Bruce’s computer.

Bruce doesn’t even acknowledge the tray of food Alfred leaves on his desk, only getting up after receiving a notification on the screen that the new hunter was spotted again. Bruce already felt the idea of who it could be creeping into his mind and clinging there, leaving him wondering. Wanting to know. Needing to know, to get his question answered.

“I’ll be out for a while.”

“Will I expect you back for dinner today, Master Bruce?”

Alfred is only met with silence as Bruce grabs what he needs and heads out the door. Which gives him his answer.

“At least come back unscathed, Master Bruce. I don’t think they want you to join them just yet.”

“Don’t act like you know what they would’ve wanted, Alfred.”

Alfred goes quiet again. He understands, after all. He knows Bruce is still hurting, just like the others are. Alfred was the last person to see you alive, and was the only one there when you drew your last breath. They resent him for that.

But they also can’t look at him the same after knowing that it was because of him that you drew in that last gasp of air, held in his arms in that cold, dirty alley whilst the sun rose in the distance.

What makes it worse was just how often you used to like watching the sun rise. It was often when the others finally returned from their patrols, having spent all night hunting down vampires to make Gotham even just a little safer.

And every time, you’d be there, waiting for them. You’d welcome them home, tend to their injuries, and if they had a particularly rough night you’d even make them something, though it was usually some sort of baked dessert, like cake or cookies. And even though Bruce had a disdain for anything overly sweet, he’d still eat whatever cake you’d baked for him, even if it was so sweet it made him feel nauseous.

But no matter how much of a disdain Bruce had for sweet foods in general, he never could quite turn them down when you made them. You always had a smile with comforting words to follow, all to mask just how truly worried about him you were. Bruce knew that you always wanted, deep down, for him to stop being a vampire hunter. But you knew he couldn’t nor wouldn’t stop, so you always kept quiet about it.

If you weren’t so worried, if Bruce did anything to ease your worries, would you have let him know that you wanted to be walked home that night? He’d seen the unsent text message. Tim showed it to him. It’d been easy for Tim to find, with how unprotected your phone was from hackers and the like. You had deleted the message, and Bruce knew why.

It was because you felt guilty about even thinking of asking for his help. You knew how busy he was saving Gotham from vampires, which meant you could never work up the courage to ask him. He’d already helped you so many times before, and you barely could do anything to help him. Would things be different, Bruce thinks, if he’d texted you to make sure you got home safe instead of focusing on his patrol? Would you still be here, alive and well? Would you be here, saying goodbye to him as he heads out, telling him to stay safe?

Bruce forces the thoughts to shake free from his head as he swiftly departs, not allowing himself to turn around, knowing only that his heart would ache when he doesn’t see you there waiting for him. It’s always hurt, because the first few days he’d always mistakenly hear you calling out for him, sometimes even thinks he’d see you in the corner of his eye.

But whenever he’d turn and look, you weren’t there, and Bruce remembers.

✧✿✧

It takes a few minutes for Bruce to track down the new vampire hunter who’d somehow been able to avoid making Tim’s detection system go off, as it should have alerted Bruce to their presence months ago. The night is cold since autumn is right around the corner, and it reminds Bruce of just how cold that night was when you’d been brought to Wayne manor.

Bruce reminds himself to focus as he follows the new vampire hunter, who moves through Gotham as if they know the place by heart. Which almost seems odd to know every part of Gotham, when they’d only been detected less than six months ago. It’s odd, because the system has only had a record of their existence from that time frame. The program couldn’t even pick up data from normal Gotham citizens from before that to link it back to them.

It was odd.

So, so incredibly odd. Almost an off-putting, eerie kind. The type you get when you walk down the street at night and suddenly don’t feel alone, like you shouldn’t be there.

Bruce has this odd, eerie feeling for almost fifteen minutes before he realizes. The world’s greatest detective, they say, and it took him fifteen minutes of following this new vampire hunter to realize they were leading him in a circle. That they knew they were being followed.

When Bruce realizes he’s been following the new vampire hunter blindly for fifteen minutes in that same circle, the vampire hunter seems to know, too.

“Took you long enough to notice, Batman. You're getting awfully slow.”

Why does that voice sound so familiar?

Why does Bruce feel like he’s heard it somewhere before? And why is the familiarity hurting him?

Bruce leaps down from the rooftop he rests upon, landing on the street beside them. That feeling that screams in Bruce’s head that he knows who this vampire hunter is, who they are underneath the mask, is hideously strong. Almost sickeningly so.

But who is it?

Bruce narrowly avoids the punch the vampire hunter has swinging his way when he snaps out of his thoughts. Getting distracted and in a daze when confronting someone isn’t smart, he knows that. He taught Dick and Jason never to lose focus in a fight.

But yet here he is, losing focus.

Jason would probably find it ironic if he were here right now.

“Focus, Batman. Isn’t that what you taught those boys of yours?”

Behind Bruce’s mask, his face is scrunched up in confusion. Contorted as he continues to try and avoid getting hit, because he hates just how easy it is for him to lose focus because of just one thought.

But yet, even despite how familiar these moves are- which are the only reasons he’s able to avoid them even at the last possible moment- there’s something that bothers him, something that he realizes. The vampire hunter who is fighting him, attacking him, isn’t doing it with the purpose most others would.

It’s almost like it’s some sort of warning, as they change the trajectory of their moves to only hit the most non-vital points. Areas where it won’t do anything but leave a nasty bruise.

Which is odd, considering Bruce now realizes after a particular glint in the fluorescent lighting of the street lights that line the roads of Gotham, when the mask of the vampire hunter before him slips just enough when Bruce finally strikes back is that there are fangs.

Fangs.

The vampire hunter right in front of Bruce, the one that has managed to evade program that Tim spent weeks coding, the same vampire hunter that is refusing to strike Bruce anywhere vital as if some sign of guilt, is a vampire.

A vampire, hunting down and killing other vampires. Killing them. In a most brutal fashion, too, based on what Bruce and Alfred saw in the collected video files.

Why is a vampire, a creature that exists to attack and feed off of humans, trying to avoid hurting him?

Why?

Bruce can’t make sense of it. He can’t. There is virtually no reason for any vampire in Gotham, in the entirety of this world, that they would be trying to not hurt him.

Most vampires attempt to kill him on sight. So why isn’t this one? Why is it acting so… odd?

Bruce twists around the outstretched, reaching arm of the vampire hunter as they move in a pattern that Bruce is quickly learning. They never differ or change the pattern, no matter how often Bruce is able to evade their attacks. And with that open window of opportunity, he takes the chance to collect a sample of their DNA.

Some blood, to be specific.

The vampire… hunter lets out some sort of noise of pain. Not quite a shriek, nor a yelp, but just a noise. And just as soon as they started attacking Bruce, they are trying to flee.

And before Bruce can attempt to stop them, they are gone.

But that’s fine, because Bruce has what he came for. A blood sample.

Enough for Bruce to test, to compare to others in the database to see who they are.

Because that is the question lingering on his mind. Who is it? Just who is this new vampire hunter that has been able to leave a growing pile of bodies in their wake in just mere months?

✧✿✧

Bruce doesn’t waste a moment, ignoring Alfred’s pleas to let him look over and treat his injuries, as minor as they are. Just a few bruises that will heal.

He doesn’t waste a moment in immediately getting to work on finding out who that vampire is. Who the vampire hunting down and killing other vampires is, who they are underneath that mask.

After loading the sample into the batcomputer, he waits. Sitting there with so much impatience, so eager to find out who it is. It’s almost suffocating just how badly he wants it to just finish already, to just show him the results.

Alfred takes the opportunity, though, to place another tray full of food in front of Bruce. Because it’s now been a few days since Bruce last ate, and the only thing he’s done is keep himself hydrated.

Bruce attempts to protest, but he relents at the painful gnawing in his stomach. No longer able to keep himself sufficiently distracted to not notice just how hungry he is. But all he does is take small, slow bites, watching the progress the batcomputer is making on the sample.

He eats so slowly that by the time the sample is eighty [80] percent analyzed, the food has grown cold. So cold that it makes Bruce not want to eat anymore, even if he’s barely even touched any of the food. But Alfred is happy anyway, because he’s happy that Bruce has something in his stomach.

Even if it’s not a whole lot.

✧✿✧

When Bruce saw the results, his mouth went dry. His chest felt like an unrelenting void, filled with a crashing tidal wave. The creeping feeling that fills him is just as terrifying.

Alfred had to practically pry Bruce away from the batcomputer, as he mumbles nothing but words about how the results had to be wrong.

How there was no possible way that the blood sample belonged to and came from just who the batcomputer said it did.

So now here everyone was, called here by Alfred. Stated to be an absolute and utter emergency, and that excuses would not be tolerated. It was absolutely mandatory, and emergencies were to be ignored because this was the emergency.

Jason didn’t want to be here. Dick didn’t want to be here.

None of them wanted to be here. Not in the same home they’d ‘grown up’ in, that now held nothing but bitter reminders of a certain death. The death of someone they viewed as a child, a sibling, a parent. A role model.

You. Your death.

But yet here they are. Unable to avoid it, because it was an order. An order that it was an emergency, and no one could turn away when someone raises the alarm about something being an emergency.

When everyone arrives, Bruce is already seated in his office. He almost seems emotionless, like there isn’t even an ounce of life behind his eyes as he simply stares ahead, blankly.

He doesn’t even react when they all close the door behind themselves, his eyes only moving up once Dick stands in front of him.

“Why were we called here, Bruce?”

Dick’s voice sounds tired. But that’s because he is tired. He’s so, so tired of grieving. Of mourning you. Of feeling like that total and utter failure that he knows he is because he got lazy on one stupid patrol.

He’s tired of feeling like this. Feeling like he’s stuck in a deep pit of sadness and guilt, sadness because you died. Guilt because you died when he wasn’t looking hard enough. But yet, there’s also anger.

Anger at himself.

But Bruce doesn’t have the energy to answer Dick’s question, so Alfred does the talking. He shows the videos, also shows Bruce’s encounter with the vampire hunter. Everyone doesn’t quite understand just why there was an emergency meeting being called over a vampire hunter. Sure, it was alarming they were a vampire but that wasn’t cause for an emergency.

That is, until Alfred shows the results from the batcomputer. Results of who the DNA belongs to.

And while some seem surprised, some in a state of utter shock, others just feel.. Numb. Like there was nothing they could feel besides the ever consuming pit of nothingness in their chest.

But everyone is in disbelief, just as Bruce was. Is, more like.

The results showed a one-hundred [100] percent match for the last person they expected. The last person they even wanted to believe it could be.

You.

You, who was supposed to be dead. Buried six [6] feet under the ground in the cemetery on the grounds of the Wayne manor.

Dick wants to feel sick. Jason, too. Damian feels his stomach lurching as well, but he doesn’t let it show. He refuses to.

They all don’t want to believe the results are true, just as Bruce did. Because it should be simply impossible, right? They all made sure you were dead before burying you.

“But that’s impossible. We made sure. Alfred-... He…” The words choke and die in Tim’s throat. But everyone knows what he means. How could they not?

Alfred made sure, because he was the one who dealt the killing blow.

Those are the words that go unspoken. The truth, as disgusting and heavy as it is.

But is it the truth? Did Alfred actually deal the killing blow?

And the truth is, they hadn’t double checked. So lost in their grief over your bloody body that Alfred brought back to the manor they hadn’t even bothered to check and make sure that Alfred had actually shot you in the heart.

They had just assumed he had.

“Alfred… You.. You checked, right?”

Dick’s voice is shaky, as ragged and rushed as his breathing. He feels like he already knows the answer, but god does he want to be wrong.

But the way Alfred clenches his jaw and his eyes focus on that abandoned tray of food from much earlier, food long since grown cold, gives Dick his answer.

“Bruce? You checked, right?”

Tim is the one to ask this time. Because surely, there is no way that Bruce didn’t check and confirm for himself. He’s thorough, he always is. There isn’t any realm of possibility that Bruce didn’t check… Right?

Right?

When Bruce doesn’t answer, there’s a look of disbelief on just about everyone's faces. Bruce Wayne, the ever thorough and the world’s ‘greatest detective’, renowned vampire hunter Batman, didn’t double check that you were dead?

“You checked, right?”

“No. I didn’t.”

And now everyone is left with the horrifying, dawning realization of just one thing. A simple thought that is horrifying to picture, to imagine. To even now be known as a reality.

They’d practically buried you alive.

Everyone quickly dispersed after that. No one could stand to be in the same room as each other, because even though they know they rightfully have no right to blame one another, even though they could blame themselves, it’s all they think about.

You were alive. Alive.

All this time you’d been alive while they mourned you. While Dick blamed himself, while Damian blamed Dick for the reason you were no longer present.

Damian feels sick to his stomach at just how angry he was at Dick in the past. Of the things he’d said to him, blaming him for your death. When you weren’t even dead.

Jason can feel nauseating guilt creeping in his chest, too. Ripping open a swallowing, fathomless pit. He’d screamed at Alfred. Been angry with him, caused him so much pain. Alfred hadn’t even killed you, and he’d been so angry at Alfred.

But the sudden appearance of the vampire hunter is making sense. It coincides with your death, somewhat. With the recovery period a vampire would need to recover from a wound like the one you’d taken.

But it makes so, so much sense.

✧✿✧

Six months ago is when Cass was out tracking a vampire. Well, more-so a large nest of them. One that held connections in various cities, dangerous and leaving an endless, bloody wake of victims.

Perhaps it was because of the grief clouding her mind, that thought of how this group could be the ones responsible. The one responsible for your death.

So she got sloppy. Just a little bit. Enough to make a small error that she normally wouldn’t make.

Cass hadn’t taken the time she usually did to make sure she was sure of just how many vampires actually lived in that nest before she charged into it to take out the vampires that resided there. The information hadn’t been totally accurate, it’d missed a few vampires. So she’d been quickly overrun, out of supplies with not even enough bullets to last her.

But just as Cass thinks she’s going to die for her margin of error, as she decides to resign to her fate because hey, it means she’ll get to see you again, the vampires that are about to kill her are dead.

And there’s a figure standing over their bloody remains that seems oddly familiar to Cass. But she can’t quite place it. At least, she couldn’t then.

“I thought you were taught better than this. This is a stupid mistake, even for you.”

Before Cass can ask the obvious question that’s scratching at the back of her mind, the figure is gone just as quick as they appeared. Leaving nothing evident of their presence, besides the dead vampires.

✧✿✧

They’d all been in some sort of predicament caused by their overwhelming grief that meant they’d needed someone to save their ass. And you had. You’d been there to rescue them from their mistakes every single time.

You’d saved Cass from death, been there to save Jason during the few times he’d been distracted [even if all he’d glimpsed of you was your retreating silhouette], and so much more.

But why had you never shown yourself to them? Why had you let them wallow in their own self pity and grief over your death, when you hadn’t even died?

Perhaps there was an answer to this question they didn’t yet have.

But it was no matter. They had time to get the answer they so desperately wanted. They had a means to find you the next time you appeared, all they had to do was wait.

✧✿✧

And wait they did.

It took almost a week before you appeared again, presumably to lay low for a while after that encounter with Bruce. As if it would stop them from figuring out the truth.

They’d even checked your grave. And god, were they horrified to find that it was empty, just as they’d feared.

But yes, when you’d appeared again after lying low for a week, Jason was the one sent to go talk to you. You’d always had a soft spot for him, after all.

So in his Red Hood gear, he approaches you. He wasn’t even sure if he should be surprised that you seemed to know he was there the moment he’d landed on that same rooftop as you.

But maybe he should, since he knows neither Bruce nor Alfred gave you any training to be a vampire hunter. They wanted you to stay as far away as possible from it, after all.

But perhaps that distance is why you’d never stood a chance the night you’d been attacked. Maybe it was the lack of making sure you were prepared to face the threats that lie in the very shadows they hunted in.

Jason sees your moments from fleeing from the way you visibly tense up and flinch when he steps closer to you, so he stops. He entirely freezes, because the last thing he wants is for you to disappear again.

“We know it’s you,” Is all Jason calls out, paired with your name instead of the nickname he’d always refer to you by. A parental nickname, something similar to the way children call their parents Mom or Dad, but entirely different and unique to you.

Jason watches the way you seem to think, still frozen in a stance that says you're seconds from fleeing, that him making the wrong choice is all it takes for you to disappear. But this time it’d be Jason’s fault that you're gone, not Dick’s.

“We aren’t mad, I promise.”

Bad thing to start off with, Jason. Now you’ll think they all were mad.

“What I meant to say is… We all miss you. When you died- thought you died, we didn’t know what to do.”

Jason is practically grasping at straws. He can see his words aren’t reaching you in the way he is hoping, wanting them to. He’s never been good at the comforting stuff, never been good at talking someone down. Not like Alfred is, not like Dick is. Not like Barbara, too.

What would they even say to you?

Jason feels lost, because just why did they send him to talk to you, instead of anyone else?

Well, not sending Alfred is understandable. He’d been the one to shoot you, and Jason knows that he wouldn’t want to see the Joker again, to be the one to talk to him. But what about Dick and Barbara? What would they do?

Jason doesn’t even know if attempting to continue to comfort you is worth it, especially not when it doesn’t even seem to be working.

“Why?”

Those words slip past Jason before he can even get a chance to stop himself. But it’s a question he really, really wants an answer to. Well, not just want. He needs to know. He needs to know why you’ve let them all sit and rot inside their grief and despair, even as understandable as it may be for Alfred because even he understands that seeing the person who killed you is not easy.

Well, not that Alfred even killed you. Almost killed you, which Jason understands. The Joker had almost killed him then, too. Instead he’d lived because some weird ‘miracle’ left him being some freak of nature, a half human but not entirely vampiric person.

Like some curse.

“I was supposed to be dead.”

“I get that.”

“Plus.. I’m a vampire, Jason. I’m a danger to you guys. What if.. What if I lose control? Like I did that night?”

He knows what you're talking about. The night you’d attacked Bruce before… Alfred shot you. Jason remembers hearing about it from a very heartbroken Bruce, although the heartbreak wasn’t easy to see on the surface. But Jason had known. So had everyone else.

After all, they’d all been pretty much trained and raised by Bruce. They knew what he was feeling- most of the time. Though they couldn’t see it as easy as Alfred did.

“We could’ve found ways around it that didn’t mean you totally avoided us,” Jason says those last words with more bitterness than he should’ve. He knows he has no right to be angry, doesn’t even deserve to be. But he can’t help it, not with how he can only rethink on just how he’d treated Alfred because of it.

“Because of that we treated Alfred-” He cuts himself off, not wanting to spew those words out. Doesn’t even want them to fall past his lips. But it’s far too late, judging by the way your eyes narrow and your head practically snaps toward him.

“What did you all do?”

The venom in your voice when you hear those words is unmistakable. Sure, you wouldn’t be able to look at Alfred the same because he’d been the one to shoot you, but you still understood why he had.

You were a vampire. Something dangerous, and he was doing what needed to be done.

Before Jason can even try to backpedal he’s already spewing to you how everyone’s treated Alfred since you’d ‘died’. Everything. Including how he’d screamed at Alfred after hearing what your last words were from him, down to him destroying his room, Bruce’s new attitude, everything.

“Why would you all do that?” You’d hissed almost immediately after he’d finished telling that tale. Disbelief is just about the only thing you feel, along with those other bitter emotions you were currently feeling.

“He killed- we thought he’d killed you, and we just.. We were angry! Because he took you away from us!”

When had you even marched over to him? Was it while he was speaking those venomous words about how Alfred had killed you, taken you from them? Or was it sooner?

Was he blinded by his own emotions to even notice?

Nevertheless, you're pretty much right in his face, and while Jason is expecting you to scream at him, maybe even yell, raise your voice somewhat, you don’t. Perhaps it’s worse that you sound calm.

“Alfred did what he needed to, what he had to.”

“But you were our family!”

“I do not deserve special treatment because I helped raise you all. Not because I was the person Bruce viewed as a little sibling, and the person Alfred viewed as his own child.”

“But-”

You silence him by raising a hand up, your eyes squeezed shut in the way it does when you’d had headaches in the past, pinching the bridge of your nose between your index finger and thumb.

“Tell me, Jason, would any of you have been able to do it then, hmm? Do you know how hard it was for Alfred to even point the gun at me without his hands shaking? Without crying? Would either of you have been able to pull the trigger instead of Alfred?”

Jason stays silent, and when you open your eyes to glare at him, demanding an answer like those times you’d interrogated him after he’d been stupid and nearly gotten himself killed on those patrols back when he was younger, back when he was just Robin and training under Bruce’s watch. 

And he only shakes his head.

“But I promise I’ll be back.. Someday, I don’t know when. Don’t know if it’ll be soon, or if it’s not for years ahead. But I can promise that, okay?”

You really didn’t know just what else to say, honestly. You already had plans for what your coming moves were, for your motives. You knew Jason was wondering that just by glancing at him, even if you couldn’t see his face behind his helmet.

“And if you want, you can try to help me, if it’ll make you.. I don’t freaking know, feel better, I guess?”

“How?”

“You’ll see. It’ll be an answer to my motives and why I’ve been so secretive I guess. I’ll tell you how you can help me later.”

Jason wants to say something, but he doesn’t know if he should even be surprised you already know what it is he wants to say. “Oh, and don’t tell anyone I’m letting you help me. That part stays a secret, got it?”

Jason only nods in reply, and with that, you’ve disappeared from Jason’s sight, leaving him alone on that rooftop to think through his thoughts. And of your words, of course. To muddle them over, to debate whether or not he even accepts the notion of helping you.

With keeping it secret being the price he pays.

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

[spnshortcake]

I Like Them Older

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND @bradleybeachbabe aka Rachel. This is a birthday celebration writing I know I’m a little late but never to late for a celebration. 🤪😉 I hope you like this little writing.

MINORS PLEASE DON’T ENGAGE!!! (18+)

Y/n , is mavericks daughter and it was her twenty-first birthday party. She knew he was off limits but she just had to taste it. Just once. Beau always gave her looks as her dad walked her through the hangar and always gave her signs that he wanted her as well. Today was her day and she wanted just one thing. Cyclone.

She never goes to the hangar by herself so when she was spotted in her tight jean shorts and tshirt he knew something was up.

“Y/n , what are you doing here your dad left about an hour ago” the Admiral questioned as she closed his door.

“I know he isn’t here I actually came to talk to you.” You smirk as you go and sit in the chair just in front of him he gulping as he watched you sit down. He fix’s his collar.

“And what can I do you for?” He asked. Taking a sip of his ice water in the cup on his desk. Folders was open and he closed them.

“I know you look at me when you think I don’t see you. I know you know it’s my birthday and I know what I want. And it’s you.” You smirk as you uncross your legs he choking on his water.

“Y/n, we can’t what about your dad. What if he finds out.”

You find confidence something you rarely do but you just couldn’t take no for an answer. You walk over and sit on his desk crumbling the folders under you in front of him.

“It’s my birthday and I want you. Cyclone please.” You put your foot on his leg and he grabs it pulling you on top of him.

“You know I can’t resist you y/n god damn it. If I get caught I can lose everything I worked for” he said as he put his hands on your waist making you grind on his lap.

“Well we won’t I promise just please I’m begging you.” You pleaded. this man is practically sweating under your grasp. He finally signs and kisses your lips he is deeping the kiss and he lays you on his desk as he pushes some of your hair behind your ear.

“If you want me to stop please let me know.” He says to you and you pull him closer if that was even possible. “Admiral please I want you so bad.”

He kisses you unbuttoning your shorts as he stares at your clothed bud he smirks and his eyes darken with lust. “God you are an Angel.” He starts pulling off your panties and kisses your inner thigh inching his way closer but so slow it’s making you squirm.

“Don’t tease me beau please I need it.” You beg him putting your hands in his brown hair. He finally placed kisses on your clit and it electric bolts through you as he starts licking and sucking on the most sensitive spot on you. You throw your head back in pure bliss and you start feeling the feeling your gonna cum.

“Don’t stop please beau.” You moan as he puts 2 fingers in your folds and pumping them into them so fast.

“Cum darling cum all over my tongue.” He smirks at you as you finish all on him and breathe heavy.

“Happy birthday sweetie. Might need to clean yourself up before your dinner so I can have my dessert when your dad goes to sleep.” He gives you a napkin. You hop of his desk and pull your shorts up.

“This was the best birthday gift ever. I will definitely hope to give you dessert. See you later daddy”

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Her birthday was on the 10th but I wanted to give her some love today!!! I hope you enjoy your birthday dinner sweet girl. If anyone sees this please reblog and comment a happy birthday for my bestie!!

If you would like a writing my asks and requests are always OPEN

Also this was my first smut writing idk how to feel about that lollllll have a good night.

Love ,

Elizabeth

[dokuhai]

OOC. Admittedly I've been lurking a bit ( the bae and I have had so many busy weekends and plans since before we even left for Japan, which has been a lot for two introverts lmfaooo so I've just been trying to take it easy + am also coming to terms with how my adhd impacts literally Everything I Do™ these days fhsdjfn ) but I know @godkilller mentioned my lovely vampire verse sims a while back ( which i'm still working on!!! ) and OF COURSE I NEED TO SHOW THOSE THAT ARE INTERESTED LOL ( dw i'm using a read-more in case you're like 'jackie no one cares about ur sims' ) hdsjkfh

OKAY SO here's vamp!Gin showing off his baby blues and being all cute and innocent-seeming. I'm super happy with how he came out!! here's a full body version of him because i'm also super happy with his outfit hfdkjshfks

WHAT A HOTTIE AMIRITE?! Look at that long black jacket! THOSE COMBAT BOOTS! he's a spooky figure lurking the streets at night hfdjskhfks BUT WHEN he's not looking all human-like, he's got fangs and the whites of his eyes turn black and his irises turn an almost neon blue color ( he's hot in all forms okay )

Here's a picture of vamp!Gin reading in his loft-style apartment ( apparently he loves to read??? the more you know! )

AAAAA I LOVE HIM HE'S SUCH A DORK. LOOK AT HIM JUST SITTING THERE. PRECIOUS BBY.

Speaking of precious babies, here's him with his stray cat friendo named Asparagus - leave it to Gin to befriend a cat in a dinosaur onesie JKDSBVKSD

LOOK AT HIS FACE / LIPS ALL PUCKERED I LITERALLY CAN'T WITH THIS LOL

okay so NOW ONTO THE LOVELY RANGIKU:

she's such a fucking babe it drives me nuts fhsdkjfhks I gave her shorter hair since that's the cut she sports for the most part in that verse ( kinda like the blood war haircut she has?? ) i want to get her to a more yellowy-blonde color but for now that's the best I could do. Here's a closeup of her cute lil face ( yes she has freckles FIGHT ME )

She wears primarily silver jewelry as it stings any vamps that get too close to her in this verse. god i love her i am SMITTEN---

HERE'S A PICTURE OF HER OVER A CAULDRON CONCOCTING HER LIL POTIONS ( god i wish she would step on me, i'd literally hop right into this pit of boiling hot potion water if she asked me to--- )

SHE'S SO CUTE I CANT.

Also here's a picture of her hanging out with her bestie ( aka Izuru - my Rangiku is besties with Izuru in every verse ok fskdjfhks ) AND YES HE'S ENTHUSIASTICALLY TALKING ABOUT LLAMAS??? Izuru why??? lmfaoooo

I tried to get a picture of hunter!Rangiku and vamp!Gin on a date, but he literally pulled out this juicebox and photobombed what could've been a cute pic ( how on brand hfdskjfhsd )

LIKE WHAT KIND OF VAMP CAPRI-SUN IS THAT!??!?!? LMAO

OKAY LAST BUT NOT LEAST -- here is the only and only Aizen! He's got his everyday 'innocent' human-esque look, and his own vamp look ( since he's a big bad trying to become a fucking demon to acquire more power etc etc )

so innocent amirite ??? reminds me a lot of that one manga panel where he's wearing a scarf and talking to rangiku and toshiro about birthdays ( yes I know he's not wearing a scarf in this picture BUT WORK WITH ME HERE--- )

Here he is with scarier eyes and fangs and all that jazz ( gotta get the slicked back hair ) ( and yes i know his fangs aren't showing here I'M TRYING OKAY--- )

Here's Aizen feasting on some barista and wiping his memory ( what a great Lad )

And of course, I gotta get the Aizen and Gin chess-playing shot ( they literally Detest each other in this game I'VE TRIED TO HARD TO GET THEM TO BE FRIENDS but Gin rejected him and Aizen declared Gin officially his 'enemy' - it's amazing I even got THIS screenshot / usually they just go straight into a vampire brawl lmfao )

ANYWAY I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED THIS I WOULD LOVE TO POST MORE CONTENT IF PPL ARE INTERESTED! i really want to get Keiko in this verse but we'll see how possible that is lmao hfjksdhfs ANYWAY CARRY ON---

[starboy14176]

Hmmmm well i just started listening to danger days the other day on its birthday and I noticed that some of the "songs" are just clips of a guy talking! So I'd love to learn about that 👀

*happy stimming sounds* OK GREAT AMAZING. So danger days is a concept album (aka. Album that tells a story). So. The premise is. It’s 2019 and the world is basically in ruins after these wars called the helium wars and the analog wars basically destroyed it. Everything is a desert waste land except for this one city called battery city. battery city is run by an evil mega corporation called better living industries or BL/ind for short. Battery city is super fucked up like. Everyone has to take meds to stop them from feeling emotions and if u fuck up at all or show signs the brainwashing isn’t working they send you to get re-educated. Everything is like all white and there are fluorescent lights everywhere you get the picture. Ok so then. Outside the city. There is this place called the zones. And basically. The people who manage to escape bat city live there and they are called killjoys and/or zone runners. They live in abandoned buildings and eat expired food from before the war or stuff smuggled out of the city. Most famously, they eat power pup which is BL/ind branded dog food but it’s ok cuz they all have cool hair and cool names and like. They are all gay. All of them. Also in the zones they worship this lady called the Phoenix witch who is kinda like the grim reaper. She’s like a bird lady who helps souls pass on. In the zones there is a heavily graffitied mailbox known as the witches mailbox and when someone close to you dies ypu are supposed to put something that belonged to them in it so that the witch will help there soul move on. Usually you put there mask if they wore one. (Did I mention that killjoys have super swag masks? They do) ok so yeah. So the characters that the band members play are:

Party poison (aka Gerard way)

Jetstar (aka Ray Toro)

Fun ghoul (aka frank iero)

Kobra kid (aka Mikey way)

They are part of a crew (fancy zone word for found family) known as the fabulous killjoys or the fabulous four. They are protecting a young girl known simply as “the girl” that is destined to destroy battery city and save them all, however nobody knows that yet, not even her. other notable characters include

Dr. Death defying (or dr. D)

Cherri cola (my beloved <33333)

And showpony (no comment)

Dr. D runs a extremely popular radio show in the zones and the idea behind the album is that you are listening to his radio show (that’s who the guy is that’s talking, that’s dr. D) cherri cola is Dr. D’s bestie and showpony is. Definitely also there. (They are a polycule in my heart but that isn’t cannon) so the story of the album is that the killjoys are vibing, living there best found family lives right? Taking care of this kid and stuff. But uh oh spaghetti-o, BL/ind figured out that the girl is important and they send this guy called korse who is a scarecrow (bat city word for like. Assassin type beat) and he goes and kidnaps the girl. The fab four are like. FUCK THATS OUR KID and go rescue her but all get gunned down in the process. Luckily dr. D shows up and gets the girl back to desert but he doesn’t make it in time to save the Fab Four and they all die. Than Gerard wrote a comic book sequel to the album following the girl as a teenager but that’s a different story for a different day. Hope you enjoyed the info dump and I hope you enjoy the mcr fandom <3

[scummy-writes]

💯, 🐷 and 🎂 for Constance!

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Oooooh hm. I have lost track of details I may or may not have shared AHAHA. Lets see.

1 - her house is very specific in my mind, I would love to attempt to recreate it somehow. I feel like she is decent with plants, and while her home is clean, it does have some nice homely clutter to it (aka not a minimalistic home). Its a comfy home for her, and she decorates to her hearts content, rather than worrying what others may think.

2 - i think she would be the type to scream into a pillow when hitting a limit of being overwhelmed. Shes probably started Rio before when she originally found him and he hadnt acted nice yet with her, being all stubborn and such, and he walked in on her in the living room right as she screamed into a pillow. They had this awkward moment before she huffed and went to make them lunch (he wasnt as mean during the day after that AHAHAHA)

3 - this may not make sense, but while I believe she is generally nice and probably seems very much like a soft quiet girl, when she gets mad at someone for hard and understandable reasons - as in they crossed a big line with her, she ignores that they exist completely and refuses to talk to them. If they come into the shop she just has Rio deal with them if possible, or she does what she needs without talking or looking at them. (Stubborn).

I can imagine this happens with Clavis when he pulls a prank that goes a little too far, until he apologizes in a way that makes her relent, and then *she* apologizes as well.

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

I would want to say a cat, as I think she would be happy owning one and enjoying the quiet nature of them, but I think a dog may be better for her due to how they express affection a bit differently. Maybe she has both, but the cat is a town cat that visits her randomly...

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs?

(¯꒳​¯٥) im gonna be honest, I don't know how folks come up with this stuff for their ocs. I am not very knowledgeable with star signs, ruling planets, cards and such... my bestie is into this stuff so I just participate when they want me to so it makes em happy

For birthday- unsure! I imagine people pick a random date and go from there, or they come up with the bday being the date they created them, maybe? If so, then her bday may be in the later half of september. I think she existed before that for sure, but that was around the time I started to write Sinking, and thinking more about her past a possible clavis oc. (Ironically, I think when I was considering a clavis oc, which is what she was originally going to be, that was also the previous year around september too.)

For her age...hmmm.... lets go with 27.

Thank u!!!

[hyukabean]

hwang hyunjin as your bf (headcanons)

req – for my youth pastor simp <3 @yejiimg

nana's notes – speed wrote this cause inspo <3 all my other wips are… eh not happy with them yet

warning(s) – does jealousy count??

unedited.

how you met .｡.:*☆

i feel like you’d meet through lily, hear me out

nmixx is still a rookie group, and the budget is definitely a lot lower than some of the big names under jype

they can’t really afford to always pay staff full time, so they decided to hire a bunch of interns, for much less pay ofc

being a college student though, you don’t mind, and decide to take the job!

being able to speak english with lily would definitely make her feel more at ease when she’s stressed and so on

with time, y’all become besties~

you’ll wait for her after she’s done working, and sooner rather than later, you become a known face

felix invites her out for boba one day, and she takes you with her cause why not?

a few months in, i can also see you getting close to the skz aussie line, even if you don’t constantly hang out (cause jypapi’s got chan in his dungeon-)

hyunjin needed inspo for his new painting, and so felix is, “hey, meet my friend, they’re kinda cool”

and hyunjin’s like?????? no???????????

but ofc he end up saying yes anyways

ngl bby would be hella awkward and shy. but not like the stuttering mess, more like the o-o, i’m watching you

lily would just laugh awkwardly, and continue speaking to you

trying to “ignore” him, you do the same

but then he’s like !! woah. they’re kinda pretty… and look at their shiny eyes… oh and the lines when they smile

jinnie would def start drawing without even noticing.

by the end of it, you all just kind of part ways, not having gotten much closer

he’d ask felix for your number though, and send you the sketch with a lil, ‘sry about last time… but, can i draw u again?’

ofc you’re super flattered and agree *cue felix and lily evil chuckling*

it would take a long time for him to trust, and get close to you, but after your there, you’re in

it would genuinely just be friendship at first, but when your birthday rolls around and he sticks a letter and a painting of you in your hands before leaving?

yeah, you’re definitely in-in now. (that’s what she said-)

pros .｡.:*☆

okay, 100% the pet name privileges

he’s not suuuper affectionate with the other members, save for felix, so when he starts doing little things like: calling you princess, feeding you, actually texting you back, no one knows how to respond

hyunjin is definitely a secret hopeless romantic, and so it’s no surprise that he draws inspiration from romantic things, aka, you <3

def has lil sketches of you laying around

constantly takes secret candid pictures of you, and re-drawing them, knowing full well he’ll never be able to encapsulate all of your beauty

free dance lessons. he would offer to teach you anything.

loves seeing you have fun <3 loves seeing you (full stop)

tbh he’d cringe a bit if you’re awkward, but would also lovingly guide you, recounting all the steps for you~

by far the #1 hyunjin bf privilege is getting to back hug him and getting forehead kisses as a thank you

no matter who’s around, how tall you are, how much you weigh, if you’ve got acne or not, none of it matters.

tldr. bby’s a major simp for you <3

last but not least, you get all of his hoodies. it gets to a point where, if you’re not wearing something matching, he straight up just makes you wear his clothes, no questions asked

but don’t you dare tease him about it, he’ll ignore you for a solid 3 hours straight

affection gets it’s own section muahahah

cons .｡.:*☆

jealousy. though it’s not allllways a bad thing. it can get pretty rough. essentially, there’s two types:

1) the ‘cute’ jealous

hyunjin’s english is pretty good, but his confidence isn’t always the highest (which it definitely should be wtf-)

so he does get a bit :< seeing you and felix, or lily talk so freely with each other

and though, again, he understands, he can’t always respond

so, whenever he’s put in that situation, he sulks and goes to his room

which in itself isn’t reeeaally an issue, but communication definitely something he needs to work on in a relationship

anyways, you sneak after him one day, and find him studying english using text books:(

ofc you confront him and you’re like ??? why didn’t you ask me:(( and he’s like :(((((( sry bby

2) the ‘not so cute’ jealous

as mature as i think hyunjin is, he’s not always open to talking about what bothers him

this would often lead to petty arguments, empty but hurtful words, or just radio silence.

often the members would try and help, but controlling his jealousy when he sees you with someone else, or doing something, whatever it may be, is something he should fix

and he’s well aware of it.

this wouldn’t be a problem too too often

but once it’s there, it’s there

once you reassure him over and over and over again, and he realizes it’s really his insecurities that fuel this arguments, he’d better himself

getting there takes a while though

affection .｡.:*☆

as for affection..:

i think it’s goes one of two ways

either his s/o is also a ‘tsundere’, or they’re super affectionate

if they’re the former, he’d would 100% get along with them

they’d get the feeling of not wanting to be touched 24/7 but not minding it from time to time

though if they’re equally as prideful as his is, you’ll need to compromise on who asks first

overall though 10/10 would love someone similar to him

if they’re suuuper affectionate… they’ll need to tread on eggshells for a while

not because he doesn’t love them, but just because he’s someone who doesn’t feel the need to be touchy all the time

when he’s in that mood, he’s 1000000% going at it, kisses hugs everything

but when he’s not, he needs space (back it up bestie)

again, you’ll need to compromise

either way, you’ve seen him around felix, he wouldn’t ever leave you touch starved;)

habits / miscellaneous .｡.:*☆

playing w/ your fingers cause they’re pretty

giving you head pats cause he likes telling you you’ve done well without actually having to say it

would give you a promise ring <3

hyunjin would love having you sleep over

it’s here the affection side of him would come out the most

he’d leech on to you, and just mwahmwahmwah in his sleep

also would watch you sleep if he woke up first (…that sounded a lot less weird in my head-)

over all, 10/10 would recommend to a friend;)

© hyukabean all rights reserved. - do not translate my work, claim it as your own, and/or repost on any platform

[latetaektalk]

love to hate you | jjk [v]

“when obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.”

— genre: sexual themes, angst, fluff, fratboy! AU, fake dating! AU, college! AU, rich kid! AU, enemies to lovers! AU

— pairing: jungkook x female reader

— word count: 17.540

— warnings: swearing/cursing, banter, alcohol consumption, jealousy, oc slanders yoongi’s music rip

— playlist: to be added

— a/n: okay after five (5!!) months im happy and uh nervous to present the newest lthy chapter! i hope you guys enjoy it and that it was worth the wait!! also! id like to note that its the birthday of my bestie aka lira aka @koocycle​ !! please all go and wish her a happy birthday! i love you lots lira, even tho you eat boiled eggs!! hope you enjoy your little birthday present! and ofc, this is inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han!

[Jimin - 01:39 PM] : please ill pay u :((

[Jimin - 01:39 PM] : come to the party pls its gonna be fun

[You - 01:39 PM] : no. stop askign

[Jimin - 01:40 PM] : u dont have to come in a couples costume

[Jimin - 01:40 PM] : but y/n :((( pls im beggin u

“Hey, cabbage?”

You looked up from your phone, your face souring the moment you saw it.

“No.”

“But you haven’t even-”

“I said no, Jeon.”

“But look! It’s cute-”

You shoved your phone back into your pocket and took the costumes from Jungkook, holding them up.

“It’s Joker and Harley Quinn. It’s not cute. It’s basic. 2016 called and asked for its costumes back.”

He pouted at your words.

“I’m not wearing a shirt with ‘Daddy’s Lil Monster’ written on it. Forget it. No matter how much you pay me,” you hissed, shoving the outfits back into his hands.

“Wait, that’s what’s written-” Jungkook paused and examined the costume, squinting to see if you were right. He gasped when he read it.

“You didn’t know?” You raised a brow. “What? Too busy staring at girls’ asses?”

And before he could defend himself, you walked away, swiping through the next rack and leaving him to put back the clothes alone.

Soon, he was by your side again though, following you like he was chained to you. “How about this?”

It took you one single look to decide, and Jungkook seemed to decipher the answer from your face, slowly putting back the mermaid costume.

Shaking your head, you moved on to the next rack, not waiting for him to follow you. He did though. He had followed you around ever since you stepped inside the shop, not leaving your side for once. No matter how much you tried to walk away, he would appear behind you mere seconds later.

“You can go look on your own, you know? You don’t have to follow me,” you told him for the third time now, hoping Jungkook might get the message now.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Seriously. You don’t have to stay with me. I’ll be fine on my own.”

Jungkook smirked. “You’re not getting rid of me, cabbage.”

You frowned at his words. “Getting rid of you? That’s not-”

“Oh, please.” Jungkook clicked his tongue. “I know exactly what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to get rid of me so you can sneak away and ditch my ass.”

You stopped looking through the racks and turned to him, your frown etched deeper into your face. “What? I would never do that.”

Jungkook’s face lit up at your words, a smile growing on his lips.

“Are you saying you enjoy spending time with me?”

It took you a second to understand his words, and when you did, you almost burst out into laughter. You shook your head. “I’m saying I like money and getting paid.”

Jungkook looked at you, face blank, before letting out a laugh in response. But it didn’t sound quite right, something about it off.

“Right,” he laughed, the same weird laugh he just did, and shook his head. “You’re never gonna enjoy spending time with me, are you?”

You scoffed automatically, already turning away from him like you always did. At this point, it was almost routine. “Do I look like I’m enjoying myself right now?”

You missed the way Jungkook’s face crumbled for a split second, the way he pressed his mouth together and his eyes darted off to the side, to the floor.

“Well, good thing I’m paying you,” he whispered, voice strained. You perked up, raising a brow, but you were met with a smile on his lips. The same smile you had seen too many times now already.

“Jeon-”

“I’m gonna look over there, yeah?”

He pointed somewhere behind him, walking away before you could even get another word out. You watched him slip away, brows creasing together.

He had tried to hide it, but you could see it in his eyes, in the quivering corners of his mouth.

Your words had hurt Jungkook.

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, eyes screwing shut. A part of you wanted to chase after him, stop him and apologise, but you couldn’t move, feet glued to the spot. Maybe it was for the best though. You had no idea what you were going to say.

When you peeled your eyes open, you almost expected to see Jungkook in front of you, smiling at you. He wasn’t there. Your heart sank the tiniest bit in your chest.

You hated yourself.

Not in a self-loathing and self-sabotaging manner. More in an annoyed and pissed off one. Because if you were maybe just a little meaner and stronger, you wouldn’t be in this situation. You wouldn’t be doing this. And by doing this, you meant standing outside Jungkook’s class, waiting for him, a paper bag pressed to your chest.

You were contemplating for the fifth time now whether or not it was too late to dip (whether or not this was a good idea has been long established. It wasn’t.) when the doors opened and students filtered into the hallway.

The first person you recognised was Seokjin. He was swiping through his phone with one hand and pushing through his hair with the other, brows furrowed. If you were honest, you weren’t actually sure if Jungkook was in this class. He had mentioned it once before, you think at least. You could be dead wrong and have wasted your time. And so, just to be sure you hadn’t (and to not continue looking like a complete idiot, standing outside a class), you flagged down Seokjin. Or well, you tried to because, with his eyes set on his phone, he didn’t see you. Until he almost bumped into you.

“Oh, sorry- Y/N?”

“Uh, hi, Jin.” You put on a smile. It looked awkward, especially compared to Seokjin’s who seemingly didn’t know what awkward is, his smile so convincing he might as well just be shooting a commercial right now.

“Hey, it’s been a minute! How are you?” The words rolled off his tongue effortlessly. He put away his phone, giving you all of his attention.

“Good. I’m good. How about you?”

“Doing great too.” An awkward beat hung between you. He broke it in the end, of course. “Now, how can I help you?”

You cleared your throat and tucked a strand behind your ear. “Uh, this is weird, but Jeon is in this class too, right?”

And then Seokjin’s smile grew into a smirk. “Oh, is this a surprise for Kook? I see.” Before your cheeks could heat up in embarrassment, he continued. “That’s so cute! But yes, he is. He should be coming out just now. Do you want me to look for him?”

“No, no, no, it’s fine,” you quickly assured him, the paper bag crinkling when you put up your hands. It caught his attention.

“What do you have there?”

Seokjin was already moving to look into it. Panicked, you pulled it away from him, pressing it close to your chest and hugging it like it was a treasure.

“Oh-”

“Sorry,” you smiled as well as you could, “it’s, uh, a secret. I-I can’t let you look.”

It didn’t click with you just how misleading all of this must have seemed until you saw Seokjin try to bite away his laughter, his smirk causing your face to grow as hot as the sun.

“Stuff that he forgot?”

“No! God, no,” you stupidly stammered, trying to come up with an explanation, but your mind was wiped blank.

“Cabbage?”

You had been so caught up in your conversation with Seokjin, you had completely missed Jungkook walking up to you. You jumped at his appearance, heart dropping into your stomach.

“Hi!” you said a bit too enthusiastically, voice a few pitches too high. “You scared me there!”

Jungkook blinked at you, mouth wide open before twisting up into a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He looked between Seokjin and you. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh,” you started gesturing around, pointlessly. You couldn’t think straight, not with Seokjin smirking at you and Jungkook staring holes through you. “I, uh-”

You never finished your sentence, deflating.

“I’m gonna leave you two alone,” Seokjin announced after a second, patting Jungkook on the shoulder before sharing a look with you, his smirk never leaving his face. “It was nice talking to you, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you breathed out, raising a hand to wave him goodbye. “It was nice, for sure.”

Jungkook raised a brow when he was gone. You could barely meet his gaze.

“What was that?”

“I-” You tried, but failed. Seeing that people were beginning to look your way, you grabbed Jungkook’s hand. “Uh, let’s go first.”

You didn’t need to say it for him to understand. Jungkook nodded and led the way, but not without peeking over his shoulder and giving you a grin.

“My car?”

“Where else?”

Jungkook smiled at your response, agreeing with you under his breath before holding the doors open for you.

The walk to his car was relatively short. The moment you shut the car door, Jungkook turned to you, an annoyingly big smile on his lips.

“Don’t-”

“Can I just ask how happy that just made me? Seeing you waiting for me?”

The way Jungkook looked at you surprised you. Eyes bright and big, crinkled at the corners, cheeks bunched up, mouth split into a gigantic smile, nose wrinkling just the tiniest bit. It was all too precious; a sight that made your heart fumble in your chest in ways it shouldn’t.

He looked soft, gentle, kissable, loveable-

Wait, what?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jungkook asked, tearing you out of your thoughts. He had a smirk on his lips, like he just read your mind and knew exactly what you had been thinking.

“Uh, nothing. I’m not. I just-” You finished your sentence by waving your hand around in the air, a dismissive gesture.

He raised a brow at you, his smug smirk growing with every second.

“You’re just, what?”

You bit on your tongue and shook your head. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“You sure-”

“Yes, of course!” The words shot out of you too fast and too loud. It made you cringe.

You stared at the paper bag you were holding, and you wished you had just shoved it into his hands and ran away.

Jungkook looked at you. Discomfort was practically oozing off of you. So even though he wanted to dig the answer out of you, he dropped the topic, moving on smoothly.

“Tell me,” he clapped his hands together, ridding the air of the awkwardness, “why were you waiting for me?”

You looked at him before turning back to the paper bag in your hands. You had been clutching it so tight it had wrinkled. Now that you could finally speak, you realised you hadn’t thought this through at all. You had been so focused on getting his class right and getting there in time, you hadn’t spent any time figuring out what you wanted to say.

Concluding there was no good way to start, you thrust the paper bag into Jungkook’s hands.

“Oh, okay,” he breathed, surprised by your decision. With a chuckle, he looked inside. Your heart thumped a bit too heavy in your chest as you watched him dig through the bag, swallowing when he pulled it out.

For a second, Jungkook seemed confused, just staring at it. The lack of reaction scared you, had panic bubble up in you.

Rubbing your hands, you explained, “I’ve been kinda thinking about what we could, uh, dress up as and I came up with this. It’s a stupid idea. I just figured you might like it-”

“Like it?” Jungkook stared at you, mouth splitting into the biggest smile, genuine excitement gleaming in his eyes. “Are you kidding me? I love it!”

You blinked at him, thrown off guard by his sudden reaction. “Yeah?”

“Of course! I mean, look at it, cabbage!”

He showed you the costume like you didn’t order it, waving it around in the air. You should tease him for his eagerness, roll your eyes at him. But something about how stupidly excited Jungkook got over this—eyes scrunched up in crescent moons, sparkling like the stars—made you smile too.

“Wait, if I’m gonna be,” he pointed at the costume, “are you gonna be-?”

Jungkook didn’t finish his question, almost like he thought if he said it out loud, you would scoff at him and deny it. You were tempted to tell him no to mess with him, but you couldn’t do it. Not when he was looking at you so hopeful, holding his breath in anticipation and nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Yeah.”

And like you had told him the greatest news possible, Jungkook cheered. It was stupid really. You knew he was going to get excited, but you didn’t think he would get this excited. It was cute in a way.

“Oh, I can’t wait for the party now!”

You could only hum in response, not quite sharing the same sentiment. He didn’t notice, too enthralled by the costume.

“How much do I owe you?” Jungkook suddenly asked you and was already pulling out his wallet, but you stopped him, shaking your head.

“No, it’s fine,” you told him. “I mean you’re already paying me... and for everything we do, I can also, you know.”

“That’s not what’s written in the contract,” he said, but happily put away his wallet. You hummed and shrugged. “Well, thank you then.”

And then, Jungkook turned his gaze to the costume in his hands again, staring at it like it was the most precious thing he had ever seen. The tiniest smile pulled on your lips as you watched him.

“You’re welcome.”

It felt awkward for you to say that though. Because really, Jungkook had paid for the costume. With the amount he was depositing into your account weekly, anything you were buying now was paid by him. It felt wrong-

“Hey.”

You snapped your head around, surprised to see that Jungkook was looking at you now.

You quirked a brow and shifted in your seat. “What?”

And then, you watched his face break out into a smile, eyes staring down yours.

“Thank you.”

The smile he was giving you was soft and gentle, delicate. It made your heart skip a beat and your throat grow tight. You didn’t know how to react. An awkward silence filled the air, your lack of a response to be blamed.

“Uh, yeah, sure thing,” you mumbled before turning away, dismissing him with a flick of your wrist.

“No, seriously-”

“It’s fine. I get it,” you chuckled nervously. Jungkook stared at you, the corners of his mouth twisting up in an amused smile. Before he could say anything, you announced, “I actually have to go now,” you grabbed the car door, “so I’ll, uh, see you around, or whatever.”

Jungkook opened his mouth to stop you, but you jumped out of his car and shut the door on him, hurrying away like you were running late to something. Just as you thought you could breathe again, you heard your name.

Turning around, you were met with the sight of Jungkook jogging towards you, the car door wide open, abandoned, like he didn’t care if anyone got in right now and drove off.

You frowned when he stopped in front of you. “What?”

Jungkook smiled at your puzzled state, his hands reaching for yours. You tensed, eyes growing wide, the urge to pull away building up in you. You resisted. People were looking.

“Uh, what are you doing?” you chuckled nervously.

Jungkook didn’t respond right away, taking a moment to look at you instead and take you all in. His smile widened.

“I love you.”

He said the words just loud enough for you to hear. You stared at him with big eyes, heat crawling up your cheeks and reaching the tip of your ears. Your mind was wiped blank at his words. You cursed yourself. Why did you still get this flustered whenever he did this?

You opened your mouth to respond, but Jungkook shook his head and squeezed your hand.

“Don’t,” he told you, his smile growing bigger. “It’s fine. I just wanted you to know.”

And before you could even comprehend, tell him that he had told you this before, that you knew already, reprimand him because you had told him to stop telling you he loved you when he clearly didn’t, Jungkook leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Sorry,” he whispered, his smile breaking out into a grin. “I had to.”

Jungkook squeezed your hand one more time before pulling away and walking away, leaving you standing there, frozen, mind reeling, trying and miserably failing to understand what had just happened.

What the fuck was that?

You were in the middle of getting out your notebook in preparation for class when Jisoo found you and slipped into the seat next to you.

“What did I hear about your boyfriend and you cuddling it up on campus and being all coupley and gross?”

You whipped your head around, the question leaving you speechless.

“What?”

She rolled her eyes at you. “Just fess up. Don’t play dumb-

“I-I’m not playing dumb,” you defended yourself, cheeks ablaze at the suggestion that Jungkook and you were being overly affectionate in public. “We didn’t do anything. I don’t know what you heard, but it’s not true.”

“So there was no kiss?”

“Kiss? No!” You paused, and she raised a brow. “I mean-”

Jisoo gasped, her jaw falling wide open as if she had just caught you in a major lie. You were quick to stop her from making any suggestions, your glare silencing her.

“Stop, Ji! It’s not like that. You’re being ridiculous. You know I don’t like PDA,” you hissed.

“But you just said-”

“I didn’t say shit,” you said, looking at your hands as they pulled on the hem of your shirt. “I was just going to say that he kissed my forehead. Nothing more. It’s really not a big deal.”

Jisoo raised a brow and eyed you carefully. She stared at you before smirking. “Then why are you being so weird about it?”

“What? How am I being-”

“You’re avoiding looking at me and you’re playing with your shirt. Almost like you’re nervous,” Jisoo hummed, and you rolled your eyes at her.

“Who are you? Sherlock Holmes?” you huffed.

Jisoo snickered, clearly enjoying this a little too much. “Well, I’m glad to see you and your boyfriend doing well.”

“Of course, we’re doing well. What would make you think we aren’t?” You clicked your tongue and shook your head, as if the suggestion that things between Jungkook and you weren’t going so great was ridiculous, as if things were going on between him and you to begin with, as if this wasn’t all a ruse.

“I don’t know. We just realised we’ve never really seen you two kiss and stuff,” Jisoo pointed out and unpacked her stuff for the lesson, your professor slowly finishing setting everything up.

You stared at her in surprise. You hadn’t thought that Jungkook and you not kissing each other would raise suspicion.

“I mean, you know that I’m not overly affectionate,” you said, and Jisoo hummed.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” She shrugged. “But there was the occasional kiss when you were dating, uh, you know who.”

You blinked at her, hands flattening out against your thighs because Jisoo had a point. When you were dating him, you would share a kiss here or there with him in front of the others. God, shit. Maybe you had to break the contract.

Maybe you had to kiss Jungkook at one point.

You had to give it to Beta Tau Sigma. Their house actually didn’t look half bad. It seemed like they put in some effort into decorating it—cobwebs covering the windows, chains of lights illuminating the house in a warm orange hue, pumpkins lining the front door. It was more than you had expected from them.

Their choice of music, however, was... poor to put it nicely. Not even the shots you had taken before to take the edge off could make up for how awful the music was. It didn’t help how loud it was either, your ears hurting already. People seemed to enjoy themselves though, the house packed. There were about a dozen standing outside, red solo cups in their hands, all in various costumes. You spotted witches, firemen, superheroes, cowboys, nurses, and even two Harry Potters and a Waldo.

Jungkook appeared next to you, eyes focused on the house. A gigantic smile adorned his lips. Even in the dark, you could see the excitement glimmering in his eyes.

“Are you ready?” he asked you, shifting from one foot to the other. You blinked at him before looking down at yourself and swallowing away the sigh. Why did you have to choose this costume?

When you glanced at the house, you could feel the ball of anxiety grow in your gut. People were already intimidating to begin with, even more so when they were drunk, but especially if the guy by your side was none other than Jeon Jungkook. He was like a walking light bulb, drawing attention to him everywhere he went. You knew if you stepped inside the house, everybody would look at you. It was a mortifying thought.

You wanted to bail, go home. You really did. But you reminded yourself, you had agreed to this. So you put on a smile and nodded.

“Yeah, uh, sure. Let’s go.”

You had barely stepped out onto the street when Jungkook pulled you back.

“What?”

“You alright?”

There was no smile on his face anymore, no childish excitement swimming in his pupils. Instead, a frown was sitting on his face.

You blinked at him a handful of times. “What?”

“You alright?” he repeated and pulled you closer to him when a car passed by, placing a protective hand on your back.

“What?” You realised then that you’ve said the same thing three times now. You snapped out of it. “I mean, yeah, of course. What makes you think-”

“You’ve got this look,” Jungkook told you, gesturing at his face and contorting it to mimic you. “This weird look. You look uncomfortable.”

You didn’t think he would pick up on your discomfort (so early on as well), figuring he would be too excited to pay you any close attention. You didn’t know how to respond.

“Are you sure about this? We can go home if you want to.”

You opened and closed your mouth. Your hesitance seemed to be enough of an answer because Jungkook tugged open the car door.

Maybe it was the fact that you weren’t one to chicken out of things, or maybe it was how excited Jungkook had looked when you first arrived here, or maybe it was because you realised now how considerate and thoughtful Jungkook had been to you all this time and it melted your heart into a puddle right then and there, but you closed the door.

“No, it’s fine. I’m sure about this,” you told him, swallowing the anxiety and offering him your best smile. “Let’s go. I wanna go.”

And before Jungkook could voice any kind of protest, you led him across the street.

It began the moment you stepped onto the lawn.

“Hey, Kook! We’ve been waiting!”

“Dude, you made it! Finally!”

“Good to see you! Wanna do some shots?”

“Ah, hey!” Jungkook smiled back, lifting his hand for a wave. You thought he would stop and greet the people, catch up with them, joke around maybe. He didn’t. Jungkook just kept on walking.

You were about to make a comment, ask him if he didn’t want to say hello and tell him you were fine with stopping for a moment, but he tugged you inside the house.

And if you thought it was a little much how people went out of their way to greet Jungkook, it paled to how people inside reacted to his sight, the entire house erupting into cheers. People’s moods visibly lifted when they saw him. It was impressive. You knew no one else that could have such an effect on people.

“Wow, you’ve got a lot of friends,” you muttered under your breath.

“They’re not my friends,” he told you through his smile, in between the greetings he shouted back at people.

You quirked a brow, scrunching your nose when you noticed it—the way his voice wavered, the way the smile on his lips didn’t reach his eyes, the way his entire body was tense, almost like his muscles were pulled on by some invisible force, pressure sitting heavy on him, threatening to crack him into little pieces.

“Oh.”

“Hey, you’re Y/N, right?”

Attention wandered from Jungkook to you.

You stiffened. “Uh, yeah, hi.”

Your voice was not even half as loud as Jungkook’s, wavering so much you were sure everybody could have heard it if the music wasn’t eating up your every word.

“You guys look great! Wanna go do some shots together?” A guy in a vampire costume and snapback shouted, holding up two glasses.

“Thanks, but-”

Jungkook paused when someone placed their hand on his shoulder. A girl dressed as a cheerleader with pigtails, ribbons securing her hair, and knee-high socks, a perfectly charming smile on her shiny lips.

“Hey, Kook! You wanna play beer pong with me? I need a partner.” She ran her newly manicured hand down his arm. “It’d be fun! We could-”

“Sorry, Narae,” he pulled away from her, “but we’re gonna go grab something to drink first. Why don’t you ask your boyfriend? I’m sure Yugyeoym will be happy to be your partner.” His smile widened into a blinding grin. “Excuse us, please?”

And then he ushered you into the kitchen, his body close to yours as you moved. Almost like he wanted to protect you, shield you from prying eyes.

There were around a dozen people crammed in the kitchen, all of them going out of their way to greet Jungkook in between shots and drinks they were pouring. You breathed out when no one tried to strike up a conversation with him or invite him to any drinking games.

“You good?” Jungkook studied your face, brows knitted together like he was certain you were going to crumble right in front of him at any point.

“Yeah, yeah.” You waved him off. “All good.”

“Okay, great,” Jungkook mumbled absentmindedly, eyes searching the room as if to see if someone would maybe approach you.

You looked down at your hands. He hadn’t let go, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin. You hated to admit it but you did relax under his touch, the tension in your shoulders ebbing out of you.

“What do you want to drink? I’ll make you a drink.”

You looked around yourself, heaving out a breath when you imagined the next hours. A bit hesitant, you grabbed the vodka bottle from the counter, holding it up to Jungkook.

He raised a brow. “You sure?”

“Nope,” you admitted breathlessly. “But I don’t think I can do this sober and a beer is just not gonna cut it. I already kinda feel like throwing up-”

“We can go home-”

“Jeon,” you cut in and put down the bottle, “stop. I appreciate it, I do, but please stop offering-”

“I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable.”

“And I know that. I appreciate it, a lot. But I’m also an adult. If it gets too much, I’ll tell you.”

You must have spoken rather animatedly because-

“Trouble in paradise, huh?”

You snapped your head around, eyes landing on none other than Taehyung. A part of you had hoped you wouldn’t run into him. It was wishful thinking.

Taehyung was grinning as he sipped from his red solo cup, his mouth overlined with lipstick in the signature Joker way. His hair shimmered green when the light hit it the right way.

“Didn’t you say you don’t go to parties, love?” Taehyung hummed.

You shrugged as nonchalant as you could. In reality, your heart was beating a bit quicker, heavier. “Changed my mind.”

“I thought you were pretty adamant about not going,” he said.

“Well, you thought wrong,” you shot back, swallowing because your voice was shaking a bit. You really needed some more alcohol in your system.

Taehyung hummed, eyes flickering to Jungkook. “Seems like it.”

The looks didn’t go over your head, but you didn’t know how to stop them, awkwardly standing there as Jungkook and Taehyung had their silent conversation.

“You know,” you looked at Taehyung, “when I heard there was a fire boy and water girl running around here, I should have known it was you.”

He shook his head, as if he was disappointed in himself for not figuring it out earlier.

“You like it? Y/N suggested it,” Jungkook grinned.

You had to admit red suited him. It reflected him—fiery, passionate, intense. The red knee-long robe with matching pants was highlighted by the golden belt around his waist. More golden accents were stitched along the hem, details of flames decorating the edges. To say that Jungkook looked good today would therefore be an understatement. Especially with his tattoos out and about, you couldn’t deny how stunning and beautiful he was.

You were almost jealous you hadn’t gone for the costume yourself. But your costume—a blue floor-length robe with a thick white belt, blue pants, and matching white boots—kept up with his. You contrasted Jungkook, your costume exuding calmness, peacefulness, and control.

Together you complimented each other perfectly, made up the perfect pair, balanced each other out.

“Wait, love, you suggested this?”

You looked at Taehyung. “Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Just-” He leaned closer to you, eyeing Jungkook. “Is he blackmailing you? Paying you to do this? You can tell me.”

You froze at his words. You knew he didn’t mean it like that, knew he was simply teasing you, but your heart skipped a beat nevertheless. Were you not convincing as a couple? Could he see that you-

“Shut up, Tae,” Jungkook scoffed, pulling you closer to him. “You’re just jealous.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Right, I’m so jealous I’m not in a cringey couple’s costume-”

“You say this like there won’t be multiple Harley Quinns running around here.”

Taehyung pressed his lips together, sipping on his drink. A smirk grew on Jungkook’s lips. “You know, 2016 called and asked for its costumes back.”

You perked up, the words ringing oddly familiar.

“Well-”

“First of all, I said that first, Jeon. Don’t steal my words. And second of all don’t pretend like you didn’t suggest dressing up as Joker and Harley Quinn-”

“Cabbage!”

“Yeah, put him in place, love!” Taehyung cheered, clapping for you, but you scowled at him.

“Don’t get it twisted, Kim. I also think that your costume is unoriginal.”

In an instant, his smile disappeared, hands slowing to a stop.

“Love! I thought-”

“Y/N?”

You whipped your head around at the call of your name. Hoseok and Chaeyoung. They stared at you with big eyes.

Jungkook turned to you, brow raised.

“I might have told my friends I wouldn’t be coming,” you mumbled into his ear, and he stared at you before smiling and shaking his head because of course, you hadn’t.

Hoseok was the first to snap out of it, his mouth splitting into a smile. “Holy shit, Y/N, Jimin’s gonna flip.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You guys look good,” Chaeyoung said with a smile.

“Yeah, it’s creative.” Hoseok then looked at Taehyung, a smile appearing. “Oh, hi, I’m Hoseok.”

“Hi, it’s Taehyung.”

“Chaeyoung.”

You wrinkled your nose when you saw what Hoseok was dressed up as, Harry Potter. It was as creative as Taehyung’s Joker. The glasses were cute though, you had to admit that. So far you liked his version of Harry Potter the best, the other ones you had seen not coming close to looking as good as Hoseok.

When you saw Chaeyoung’s costume, Hoseok’s lack of creativity was forgiven. With the wand in her hand and an unmistakable Gryffindor robe hanging off her shoulders, it was obvious who she dressed up as, Ginny Weasley. They had come in a couple’s costume. It was cute.

You weren’t the only one to notice.

“God, I get it. You guys are all in love,” Taehyung groaned.

“What? Oh, no, Seok and I aren’t, uh, a couple. We’re just friends.”

“But you’re Ginny, right?”

“No, god, no! I’m not-”

“Isn’t that the Gryffindor symbol- oh, are you meant to be Hermione?”

“No, you’re misunderstanding.” Hoseok jumped in. “Chae is just some random Harry Potter character. This isn’t a couple’s costume.”

Taehyung gave Hoseok a look. He wanted to disagree but stopped himself. After all, they just met.

So you did instead.

“It still looks like you guys are in a couple’s costume.”

“But that’s not what we were going for! I-I just didn’t know what to dress up as and-” Chaeyoung deflated. She turned away, towards Hoseok, who was quick to give her a reassuring smile. You exchanged a look with Jungkook, the two of you rolling your eyes.

Taehyung groaned. “I’m going. I can’t deal with this. It was nice meeting you guys though.”

He was gone before any of you could bid him farewell.

“Well, I think we should, uh,” Hoseok glanced at Chaeyoung, “look for Jimin maybe? He’s gonna be so happy to see you guys.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good thing to, uh, do. I think I saw him last in the living room.”

“You guys go ahead. Jeon and I’ll follow you guys in a minute. Need my drink,” you said, and Chaeyoung and Hoseok didn’t stay much longer, practically running out of the kitchen.

“When do you think they’ll start dating?” Jungkook asked, and you snorted.

“Considering they’ve been like this forever now,” you heaved out a sigh, “hopefully soon.”

You picked up the vodka bottle and held it up. “You gonna make me my drink now?”

Jungkook paused, eyeing the bottle. With a sigh, he took it from you. “I’m not gonna convince you otherwise, huh?”

You hummed and watched as Jungkook grabbed a clean red solo cup and expertly filled it with various liquids. When he presented the finished drink to you, you raised a brow, narrowing your eyes. You grabbed it from him and took a sip.

“And?”

“It’s,” you cursed yourself for what you were about to say, “good.”

Jungkook grinned at you. “Of course, it is. It’s made by me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just go. Jimin’s probably already tearing the entire house apart looking for us.”

You took another sip from your drink. It really was good. It made you wonder how much Jungkook must drink if he was this good at making drinks.

“Come on.”

You grabbed his hand and walked out of the kitchen. The hallway was packed. You bumped into shoulders and elbows as you tried squeezing yourself through the crowd. It was even worse in the living room. You hoped you would find Jimin soon.

“Do you see him?” you asked, needing to get awfully close to him for him to hear you.

“No, do you?”

You shook your head and scanned the room one more time. You stopped when you spotted Jisoo in the corner, with someone. Jungkook followed your gaze.

“Oh, I didn’t know Ji was dating Jennie,” he mumbled.

“She’s not. At least I didn’t know she was dating anybody.”

Jungkook and you locked eyes when Jennie put her hand on Jisoo’s arm, sensing the chemistry from across the room. You smiled.

You were glad to see Jisoo hitting it off with someone, especially after the heartbreak she had to go through previously.

Jennie was donning a nurse uniform, stethoscope hanging around her neck, and Jisoo was dressed in a stunning icy blue dress, the french braid making her unmistakably Elsa-

The air was knocked right out of you when Jimin leapt into your arms. You almost fell, but Jungkook was there to catch you, his hand on your back steadying you. How you didn’t spill your drink on yourself was a mystery to you.

“Holy fucking shit!” Jimin screeched into your ear, somehow louder than the music. “You fucking came!”

Like a child on Christmas day, he beamed at you. His expression contrasted his dark (and surprisingly detailed) vampire costume—fake blood stained the corners of his mouth and the robe falling from his shoulders reached the back of his knees, red accents making the costume look incredibly elegant.

“I can’t fucking believe it! You said you wouldn’t come!”

“Yeah, surprise!”

“Dude, this is the greatest fucking surprise ever- oh my god, you guys are dressed as Katara and Zuko!” He put his hand over his heart, bottom lip jutting out and eyes glossing over. “You guys look so fucking cute together!”

“Thanks,” you smiled. “But have you seen these two already?”

You turned him around.

“Is that-?”

“Yes.”

“With Kim Jennie?”

“Mhm.”

“God, you’re all just coupled up today, huh?”

You shrugged. “Hey, have you seen Chae and Seok yet? They were looking for you.”

“Oh, no, I haven’t. I’ve been moving around a lot.” He grew quieter. “I can’t stay for too long.”

He gestured for you to come closer. You complied.

“Joon might think I clogged the toilet upstairs and he might be looking for me right now.”

Jungkook smiled and put his hand on Jimin’s shoulder. “Don’t look behind.”

Before Jimin could tell him not to scare him like that, someone wrapped their arm around his shoulder. Someone who was fittingly dressed as a cop, toy handcuffs and baton strapped to his hip. You identified him as Namjoon.

The colour drained from Jimin’s face.

“Hey, buddy,” Namjoon smiled, and you shared a look with Jungkook. Anger was definitely bubbling under that smile. “I’ve been looking all over for you! Were you running from me?”

“What?” Jimin laughed. “No! God, don’t be ridiculous. Why, uh, would I do that?”

“So you weren’t?”

“Of course not-”

“Good, then you wouldn’t mind coming with me for a minute and talking, right?”

You almost couldn’t stop yourself from laughing when you saw Jimin’s panicked face, his eyes darting to Jungkook and you, pleading for help. It was Jungkook who caved.

“Hey, Joon, have you-” He finished his sentence by gesturing towards you, and Namjoon looked at you for the first time. In an instant, his smile turned genuine, dimples making an appearance.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you guys there,” he said. “I’m Namjoon.”

“I’m-”

“Y/N? Yeah, I know. You’re practically famous in the house here,” he laughed. “Kook always talks about you.”

“Oh.” You looked at Jungkook, quirking a brow and smiling when you saw his cheeks turn red. “You do? What do you say?”

“I, uh-” Jungkook stammered stupidly, gritting his teeth. “Joon is exaggerating-”

“So you don’t talk about me? I’m not worthy of being mentioned?”

“What? No! That’s not-”

“Wow, you’ve got some power over him, huh?” Namjoon laughed, and you shrugged, smirking though as you drank from your cup. Jungkook didn’t even try to deny it, looking off to the side with gritted teeth.

“Anyway, it’s nice to meet you,” Namjoon said, and you reciprocated, telling him the same. “I like your costumes by the way. Katara and Zuko?”

“Oh, you like it?” Jungkook exclaimed, suddenly no longer embarrassed anymore, and struck a pose, grinning proudly. “It’s cool, isn’t it, Joon?”

“Yeah, it’s cute and creative,” Namjoon complimented, and you didn’t think you had seen Jungkook look this excited before. You got it now why the others teased him in the diner.

“Anyway,” Namjoon turned to Jimin, pulling him closer, “let’s talk now?”

“Ah, I don’t think that’s such a great idea,” Jimin chuckled. “That would make Kook and Y/N feel left out, wouldn’t it? We can’t do that, can we?”

“I don’t think-”

“Yeah, let’s just all talk together.”

You turned around at Yoongi’s voice, surprised to see him standing behind you, beer in his hand. He had, by far, the laziest costume you had seen tonight—a cheap pair of cat ears on his head and half-assed whiskers drawn on his cheeks.

“Why can’t I just talk to Jimin for a minute?”

“I’m just saying, why can’t we be involved in the conversation? Aren’t we all friends?”

Jungkook and you looked at each other, confused on why Yoongi was defending Jimin so much. But he seemed to be more than glad to have someone on his side though, adding, “Yeah, that’s a great point. I think since we are all friends, we should-”

You didn’t hear the rest of his sentence when Yoongi leaned closer to you, “Hey, wanna know a secret?”

“Spill,” Jungkook prompted, and the older did, proudly, in between sips of his beer.

“I clogged the toilet and paid Jimin to take the blame.”

Like you had timed it, Jungkook and you rolled your eyes, shaking your heads because god, this was so stupid! You smiled.

“Which is exactly why-”

“Nope, we’re talking,” Namjoon interrupted, not even the slightest convinced by Jimin’s arguments. “Let’s go.”

And even though Jimin tried protesting, Namjoon easily pulled him away from you. The pleading look he gave over his shoulder was met with snickering.

Yoongi heaved out a sigh. “I’m gonna….” He pointed to where they had walked off to. “Just to make sure Joon doesn’t murder Jimin.”

“Go do that,” Jungkook laughed.

“It was nice talking to you guys though.” Yoongi looked you up and down. “Your costumes aren’t that bad either.”

You blinked. “Was that meant to be a-”

“Yeah, that’s the closest thing to a compliment you’re gonna get from him.”

“Huh.”

You took another sip from your drink. You could feel its effects, the buzz building up in your veins. It was nice. You didn’t feel very observed and self-conscious anymore, the music starting to sound better too. You were like a completely different person with alcohol in your system.

“You like the drink?” Jungkook asked you again, grinning, clearly proud to see that you were actually drinking it.

You rolled your eyes. “I already said it was good.”

“Well, I want to hear it-”

“Kook!”

You whipped your heads around. It was the girl from before. Narae, you think. The one who was dressed like a cheerleader. The one with the perfect smile.

“Hi,” Jungkook greeted and tightened his hand around yours.

“Hey, I see you got your girl a drink now.” And even though she was speaking about you, she didn’t look your way. You scowled. “I still need a partner, so why-”

“Y/N.”

Narae raised a brow at you. She was wearing that smile well, you thought.

“Sorry, what?”

“Y/N,” you repeated, sounding bored. You weren’t about to feign friendliness. “My name’s Y/N, not Jeon’s girl.”

“Oh.” Narae blinked. “Well, hi then Y/N. It’s Narae. Nice to meet you.”

You drank from your cup. “Yeah, sure. Nice to meet you.”

An awkward silence hung in the air.

“Well, anyway,” Narae laughed loudly and turned to Jungkook again, “you wanna go play beer pong with me now, Kook? And before you bring up Yugyeom, we broke up.”

“Oh, how unfortunate.” Jungkook didn’t sound sincere at all. You would have laughed, but something about Narae made you purse your lips. “But I don’t-”

“Please, Kook, let’s just play together? You know, like old times. Remember?” Narae added, smiling sickly sweet, and put her perfectly manicured hand on his arm. You gulped down your drink.

Old times.

She said old times.

You pressed your lips together. Old times implied there were times where Jungkook and Narae would play beer pong together, laughing, having fun. Times where Jungkook would make the last shot and she would cheer for him, call him her hero, and then wrap her arms around him, a gesture he would not only welcome but reciprocate. Times where they would maybe get closer and closer. Your grip tightened around your cup. It crinkled.

“I’m gonna get myself something to drink,” you announced and let go of his hand, lifting your empty cup for him to see.

“What?” Jungkook turned to you. “Oh, let me go with-”

“No, no, no,” Narae jumped in, her smile growing bigger, her lip gloss reflecting in the light, “Y/N’s an adult. She can go get herself a drink. But I really need a beer pong partner, Kook.”

You walked away, not wanting to catch Jungkook’s answer. He called after you, but you ignored it, pretending that the music ate up his words.

Pressing your hand to your temple, you tried to soothe the headache coming up, but-

“Y/N!”

Jisoo grabbed you by your wrist.

“What? What do you want?”

“What do you mean what do I want, Y/N?” She slapped you with each word.

“Ow! Stop! What did I even do?”

“Excuse you?” Jisoo pointed at Narae and Jungkook who were standing where you had left them.

“And?”

She glared at you. “Do I need to slap some common sense into you?”

“Yeah, why would you leave your boyfriend with Kang Narae?”

You turned around at the comment, realising now that Jennie was standing here too.

“Oh, I’m Jennie,” she told you. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to intrude or anything.”

“No, it’s fine.” You waved her off. “Y/N.”

“I know,” Jennie smiled. “I don’t think anybody at this party doesn’t know your name.”

“Narae didn’t,” you snorted.

“Bullshit,” Taehyung hissed, and you whipped your head around. “She knows your name, love.”

“Where did you come from?” You frowned when you saw Seokjin next to Taehyung too. “What the fuck? Do you guys just multiply?”

“Heard Narae was talking to Kook.” Seokjin shrugged. “Had to come.”

The pirate costume he was wearing looked worn out, like he had been putting it on every Halloween and never bothered to give it a wash. The stain on his shirt proved your assumption.

“You’re being real stupid right now, Y/N,” Jisoo told you.

“Hey! Don’t call me-”

“Yeah, this isn’t your smartest moment, love.”

“See, even Taehyung agrees with me!” Jisoo said. “By the way, I’m Jisoo.”

“We’re doing introductions? I’m Seokjin.”

“Jennie.”

“Anyway,” Jisoo turned back to you, “you’re being stupid.”

“Really stupid,” Taehyung added.

“Shockingly stupid-”

“What the fuck is happening right now? Don’t gang up on me!” you hissed.

“Well, seems like we have to,” Taehyung said. “Because for some inexplicable reason you left Kook with Narae.”

Jisoo nodded. “Yeah, you should go and get your man!”

“Get my man?” You frowned. “Am I supposed to pee all around Jeon and mark my territory-”

“Finally! You got it. Now go pee around him.”

You shrugged off Jisoo when she tried pushing you towards them.

“No! God, don’t be ridiculous, Ji. He’s just talking to her. Don’t make a big deal out of this!”

Taehyung eyed you. “You know their history, right?”

You stared at him, your heart freezing in your chest. They had a history?

“Oh, you don’t know,” he whispered, offering you a sympathetic look, like you were a child.

“Well, I don’t think they actually dated, right?” Jennie hummed.

Seokjin snorted. “Kook would never date her, but Narae has been trying to get him-”

Taehyung noisily sipped from his drink, and you all turned to him.

“What? No! You’re joking,” Seokjin exclaimed, mouth falling open.

Taehyung pursed his lips, looking at you like he was trying to figure out whether or not he should tell you this or not.

“You wanna know?” He raised his brows at you, wiping his mouth.

You blinked at him, mind blank. Because did you? Well, actually it shouldn’t be a question. You shouldn’t care at all, shouldn’t want to know. But you did, your heart thumping harder in your chest as you nodded.

Taehyung eyed you, giving you a moment to change your mind. But you stood by your answer, nodding once more.

“Fine, only because you said so.”

He held up his hands as if to rid him of any guilt that might come up.

“They technically never dated, but,” his voice grew quieter, “freshman year they did have a thing going on there for a while. I just remember catching him sneaking out at night a few times.”

Oh.

So you were right.

When Narae said old times, she was actually referring to old times.

Huh.

The information shouldn’t hit you in the way it did. It shouldn’t affect you at all. You weren’t dating! None of this was real—he wasn’t your boyfriend, and you weren’t his girlfriend! But the image formed in your mind; the image of him kissing her, sneaking out for her at night, running around like destined lovers, holding her in his arms, staying with her until the sun rose again. It had your heart breaking, and your throat growing tight, and your lungs collapsing, the air draining from you.

“Look, love, it’s not that big of a deal,” Taehyung quickly assured you. “It was never serious! And freshman year! Kook broke it off too. He’s your boyfriend now. Clearly, he isn’t interested in her anymore.”

“I don’t think you got anything to worry about,” Jennie agreed. “Looks like Jungkook isn’t responding much to anything she says.”

“I’m honestly surprised she didn’t try pulling anything before today,” Seokjin said.

“Well, she did date Yugyeom for a week or two. Pretty sure it was just to make Kook jealous,” Taehyung mumbled. “She just broke up with him.”

Just in time for today, you thought.

You lifted your gaze to Narae and Jungkook right as she stepped closer to him and brought her hand to his cheek. He winced and moved away from her touch, but she was persistent, staying close to him nevertheless.

You could feel it in the pit of your stomach, grow from there into your chest and wrap around your heart, squeezing it in a deathly grip. It flared up in you, bitter and ugly, clouding your mind. In all your life, you had rarely ever felt like this, but you could identify this feeling immediately.

Jealousy.

Your jaw flexed uncomfortably, hands tightening into fists at your side. Taehyung silently offered you his drink. You barely looked at it before exchanging it for your cup and downing whatever he had in there.

“Damn, love. Slow-”

You thrust the cup into his hands, before turning on your heel and making a beeline for the two.

“Jeon!” you called over the music. He snapped his head around, staring at you with big doe eyes. Narae’s smile slipped at your sight, but she was quick to put it back on. That perfect smile of hers.

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something, but you shut him up, grabbing him by his neck and pulling him down to you, your faces closer than they had ever been before.

And even though you told yourself you only did this because you wanted to prove the legitimacy of your relationship, deep down you knew you did this because you wanted to see Narae’s face fucking crumble, the alcohol buzzing through your veins and jealousy clouding your mind and judgement.

Jungkook froze when you kissed him, eyes wide open and hands up in the air. It took him a moment to reciprocate. But when he did, he made sure you knew he wanted this too, eyes fluttering shut. He held onto your waist with one hand, pulling you closer to him, and cupped your cheek with the other one, lifting your chin to deepen the kiss.

It surprised you how easy it was to kiss Jungkook, how moving your lips against his felt natural to you. You didn’t have to think about it at all, your body knowing exactly what to do, like it had been waiting for this to happen all this time.

Your fingers curled around the fabric of his costume, needing to steady yourself somehow. Everything around you faded away. It was just you and him, lips pressed together, noses brushing, heads tilted to the sides, hands holding each other in place.

Jungkook’s touch was hot, you realised. It burned through your blue robe. You were sure if you looked now, you would find a handprint shaped scar on your back, find the mark Jungkook just left on you.

When you broke apart, faces still impossibly close, your breathing was heavy and uneven. Jungkook had his eyes closed, a grin sitting on his lips. A grin you mirrored.

“Hi,” Jungkook mumbled breathlessly, peeling his eyes open, blinking at you.

“Uh, hi,” you whispered, and he cupped your cheek.

“You enjoying yourself?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, sure.”

“Yeah? Great,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

You stood there, holding each other, relishing in the aftermath of your kiss. This moment was yours, all yours. No one could take it from you.

Until cheers broke out.

Just like that, the moment cracked into pieces, crumbled to the ground. Your self-awareness returned, and in an instant, you felt out of place again, like you didn’t belong, embarrassment creeping up your neck and heating up your cheeks.

Your smile disappeared. You let go of Jungkook and stared at him with big eyes. He understood immediately, taking your hand and brushing past a fuming Narae without sparing her a single glance.

You bumped into shoulders and elbows again. It was uncomfortable. But it didn’t compare to how uncomfortable you grew when you saw that Namjoon, Hoseok, Chaeyoung, Yoongi, and Jimin had all found their way to the living room too, standing there, front row.

The next few moments were a blur to you. By the time you snapped back, you were standing in a bedroom. Jungkook’s bedroom you realised; the same family photo you had seen as his wallpaper before sitting framed on the desk.

You looked around. There was nothing special about his bedroom. Cleaner than you thought. Clothes were only strictly littering one corner of his bedroom, not the entire floor. You couldn’t say the same.

“You okay?”

You snapped your head around. His brows were furrowed.

“Uh,” you puckered your forehead, “yeah, I think so.”

And then you just stood there, staring at each other until you realised you were still holding hands. You immediately let go, like his touch was burning you.

“I- no one’s around anymore, so…” you trailed off, awkwardly gesturing around. You didn’t know why you were behaving like this. It was like you were twelve again, the same embarrassment growing in you that you had felt after your first kiss.

“Oh, y-yeah, right,” Jungkook chuckled and cleared his throat.

You fell into silence.

It hit you a moment later.

“What?” Jungkook asked upon seeing your expression change.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath and closed your eyes, burying your face in your hands.

“What?”

You sighed, peeling your eyes open, staring at him blankly. “They probably think we’re fucking in here.”

The thought made the tips of your ears burn.

“Oh, yeah,” Jungkook laughed, clearly finding this to be more amusing than embarrassing. You groaned to yourself.

“Well, it could be worse.”

“How? How could it be worse?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. But I don’t believe people thinking we’re doing it is the worst thing.”

You pinched your nose. “Of course, you don’t.”

You sighed and plopped down on his bed, the mattress dipping under your weight. You needed to lie down.

“You know if you think about it—” You had a feeling Jungkook was about to say something stupid. “—this is kinda like prostitution.”

You shot up.

“I mean I’m paying you to date-”

You had aimed for his face, but the pillow hit him in the chest instead. Well, actually, it didn’t hit him at all since he caught it. You turned to grab the next pillow just to realise with great disappointment he had only one.

“You’re so annoying.”

You let yourself fall back onto the bed when he started chuckling.

The alcohol made you feel tired, so you closed your eyes, focusing on calming down and processing everything that had happened. You listened as Jungkook walked over to you, feeling the bed shift when he lay down next to you.

“Hey, cabbage?” He was speaking quietly, whispering into the air. You hummed, sensing he was serious for once.

For a moment, he said nothing, and if you had looked at him, you would have seen him open and close his mouth several times, struggling to find the beginning of his question. He held his breath.

“Why did you kiss me?”

You peeled your eyes open and stared at the ceiling.

“Can we talk about that later?” you whispered back.

You thought Jungkook might bring up the contract and how you broke it, thought he would try to pull the answer from your lips.

“Later?” Both of you knew what later meant. “Okay.”

You closed your eyes and ignored the amused smile you heard in his voice, ignored the vivid image that formed in your mind—nose wrinkled, cheeks bunched up, the corners of his eyes crinkled.

“I think we can go out now,” you said after a few minutes, craning your neck to look at Jungkook. You sat up.

“Let’s not go out yet.”

“Why not?”

Jungkook gave you a sheepish smile. “It hasn’t even been ten minutes.”

“What?”

He sighed. “Well, I mean,” he fumbled with his belt, “if people are thinking we are, uh, well, doing it in here and it hasn’t even been ten minutes and you walk out- how am I gonna look?”

His reason was so stupid you initially couldn’t respond. This was the exact kind of stuff you expected to hear from him though, remembering he was a frat boy after all. You heaved out a sigh, rolling your eyes.

“Jesus,” you huffed under your breath but lay back down. “I’m giving you five more minutes. That’s it.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, and you were so tempted to kick him.

You had to admit, you enjoyed just lain here with Jungkook in silence. There was something oddly calming about this. Because even though you could still hear the party downstairs, feel the floor vibrating under you, in here, in Jungkook’s bedroom, you were in your own little bubble, in your own little world.

You enjoyed it.

Maybe a little too much.

So when the five minutes ticked away, you shot up. Jungkook hesitated, like he thought you would grant him another five minutes if he waited long enough. You didn’t. His knees cracked when he stood up.

“Where do you wanna go?” he asked you, hand on the knob.

“Let’s look for the others.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook offered you his hand and you took it.

When you climbed down the stairs, people were quick to look your way, whispers filling the pauses between the songs. Jungkook squeezed your hand and stayed close to you as you pushed through the crowd. It took you ages to find your friends.

You never thought you would see this; both of your friend groups sitting together in a circle in the backyard. There weren’t many people outside anymore, the autumn night too chilly for many. Not for your friends though.

Chaeyoung spotted you approaching them first, notifying Hoseok and therefore everybody else. You were fully expecting cheers, applause maybe. You were prepared for at least teasing and cheeky comments. You were met with silence.

“Hey,” Jungkook started and awkwardly raised a hand.

“Hey, Kook!” Namjoon smiled, dimples making an appearance. The issue between him and Jimin seemingly resolved, the two sitting together.

“You guys wanna join us?” Hoseok gestured at two empty chairs, two empty chairs reserved for you.

You looked at each other. “I mean, yeah, sure.”

Hesitantly, you sank into your chair. You folded your hands in your lap, counting the seconds for someone to say something about what had happened (and with someone you meant either Jimin or Taehyung). But everybody stayed quiet, like someone had strictly told them not to make any kind of comments. (Your guess was Chaeyoung.)

“Drink?” Jennie offered you a cup. “It’s water. You could have something else too. We have an entire set-up here.”

She leaned back for you to see all the bottles on the floor. You raised your brows, impressed.

“Uh, yeah, no, water is fine.” She handed you the cup. “Thanks.”

You let your gaze wander. It was odd to see your friends mixed with Jungkook’s, sitting together like you were all one big friend group. It was also... weirdly nice.

“Well,” Namjoon clapped his hands together, “you were saying, Chaeyoung? About that customer?”

“Right, yeah,” she straightened up, returning to the story she had been telling, “the customer kept on insisting I should go look in the back for it and that I definitely must have missed it the first time. I mean, yeah, look at me.” She gestured at herself. “Clearly blind.”

“And stupid,” Jimin added, smug and proud.

“Right, I’m just so stupid. I mean I am friends with you,” she hummed.

Jimin snorted. “You’re all friends with me, so jokes on you, Chae, you just insulted everybody!”

“We are friends?” Seokjin asked, feigning surprise.

“Yeah, I always thought we were just doing charity work?” You looked around innocently, your words making jaws drop wide open.

“Holy shit, cabbage,” Jungkook mumbled before breaking out into laughter, infecting all of you in the process.

Jimin stared at you, flabbergasted and confused about how this turned on him. He tried to feign hurt, but you could see through it, the corners of his lips betraying him. Laughter filled the air, joy etched into your faces. Sitting here, you felt like you all knew each other, felt like you were friends- had been friends for years now; hanging out, joking around.

Jennie recalled a similar story she had with a customer at the bookstore she worked at, making you all burst out into laughter by the end. More and more stories were exchanged throughout the night, stories unrelated to annoying customers, stories about them; personal ones, ones that took place in their childhood. You listened intently.

Jisoo had just finished telling you about the first real party she went to in high school when Taehyung straightened up and looked at you.

“Oh, love!” You stilled, your cup hovering in front of your lips. His eyes were sparkling, a smirk on his face. “How is it? Your first ever Beta Tau Sigma party, I mean. Got any improvements for us? We are very open to criticism.”

You looked at him before rolling your eyes, feigning annoyance but the smile on your lips made it hard to believe. “Well,” you sighed, “I’m not really a fan of the music if-”

You stopped when Jungkook put his hand on yours and squeezed it.

“Don’t,” he whispered. You grew even more confused when you saw grins grow on Seokjin’s and Taehyung’s faces.

You were about to ask when-

“These are my songs.”

You whipped your head around. Yoongi didn’t look hurt. He didn’t look like he was feeling much, to be honest, face blank.

“What?” Your brain wasn’t keeping up. “Wait, you composed-”

“Composed, wrote, mixed, produced. Did everything, yes.”

Shit.

“I’m so sorry, Yoongi,” you stammered, feeling your entire face burning, “I-I wasn’t-”

He smiled. “It’s fine. To be fair, this is my old stuff, like really old. I’ve got better things in store. Plus not everybody can like my music anyway.”

“Okay, so you don’t like Yoongi’s music.” Taehyung puts up one finger. “What else? What else can we improve on?”

You pressed your lips together, scared to propose anything else now.

“You know you said that the first time too,” Jimin recalled with a hum.

You turned to him.

“Oh, right, this isn’t actually your first Beta Tau Sigma party.” He flicked a bug off his knee. “You’ve been to one before. Remember the first party I took you to?”

You frowned. “What? No, the party you took me to was at a club-”

“Yeah, but it was thrown by them.”

“Wait, which one are you talking about?” Namjoon asked.

“The one like a month or two ago?” Jimin recalled, shrugging. “Maybe a bit more. Not too long- oh, it was the birthday party for-”

“I don’t think that counts,” Yoongi said. “That party was weird.”

“Yeah, love, don’t worry. This is your first official Beta Tau Sigma party. Forget the other one. That was shit,” Taehyung snorted.

You smiled. “Good, because I don’t recall having much fun.”

“Probably because you were locked in the bathroom for most of it,” Jisoo recalled.

“Because you all ditched me!”

“They ditched you?” Namjoon raised a brow.

You were about to get into it when-

“Oh!”

You looked at Seokjin. He had his phone pressed to his ear.

“Dude, you’re here?” he said, a grin spreading on his lips. “Wait, I’ll come get you. Stay there!”

“Who was that?” Taehyung asked.

“Cinnamon guy,” Seokjin said, like it was supposed to mean something, shoving his phone into his pocket. “I’ll be back in two.”

And then, he was gone, sprinting back to the house.

“Cinnamon guy?” Jisoo raised a brow.

“Oh, he’s a family friend of Seokjin. Business partners with his dad,” Namjoon explained. “He’s been dying to introduce us to him. Says he’s the funniest guy we’ll ever meet.”

“Funniest?” Hoseok raised a brow. “That’s-”

“Hey,” you turned to Jungkook when he spoke, not hearing the rest of Hoseok’s sentence, “are you tired? We could get out of here if you want to. It’s late.”

He showed you the time on his phone, and you were surprised to see it was way past midnight.

“Uh, are you tired?”

“I mean, not really.”

You looked around. You never thought you would say this, but you were enjoying yourself. Jimin was right. They weren’t as bad as you had made them out to be. He had a point. You were judgmental.

Your voice was quiet and meek when you spoke, “I, uh, wouldn’t mind staying a bit longer.”

Jungkook stared at you before smiling- no, grinning. “Yeah, okay, sounds great.”

He squeezed your hand.

“Guys, guys, guys!”

Seokjin’s voice cut through the air. He stopped in front of you, panting. You exchanged amused glances with Jungkook.

“Let me introduce you to cinnamon guy please,” he heaved, grinning.

Your drink almost hit the floor when you saw who it was, your heart sinking in your chest. It felt like a joke, a really cruel and bad joke.

“Guys, meet Jaehwa.”

Jungkook turned to you, searching your eyes, but your gaze was stuck to him. You thought you wouldn’t see him again, thought bumping into him in the café would be a one time thing. You should have known though. Cinnamon guy. Only one person in this world was obsessed with cinnamon as much as he was, to the point he would be dubbed this nickname.

The devil costume was fitting, you thought. Only a devil could break hearts the way he had.

“Hi, I’m Jaehwa,” he smiled. “Nice to meet-”

It was Jimin who he spotted first. You didn’t have to look to know fury was etched into his features. Chaeyoung and Hoseok were the next people he saw, both staring him down. Jisoo gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath, garnering a worried look from Jennie.

You were the last one he saw. You didn’t draw his eyes to you anymore.

“Oh.”

Your throat constricted in a terrible knot when you locked eyes. He took your breath, in the worst ways possible. It felt like you were dying, choking to death.

And if you weren’t dying then, you definitely would be now when she came along, angel wings clipped to her back, two cups in her hands.

“Here, babe,” she said, not realising what she was walking in on, eyes trained on the cups. She froze when she lifted her head.

Your world came crashing down right then and there, going up in flames in front of you and burning down to ash. You stood there helplessly as the walls you had built collapsed in on you, burying you under all the rubble, lungs caving in. You tried to breathe, survive this- him, but you knew you couldn’t.

You didn’t feel Jungkook tighten his hand around yours, or hear him say your name. Your entire focus was on him, eyes unable to tear away. Jaehwa wasn’t like a car crash. He was the car barreling towards you, leaving you lying on the sidewalk, alone, wounded, hurt, on the brink of death.

“Uh, what’s going on?” Seokjin asked, gaze shifting between Jaehwa and you. His words barely cut through the tension hanging in the air.

His question was enough to snap you out of it though, your eyes shooting to Jungkook. Your gaze was desperate, pleading.

“We gotta go,” he announced, standing up and shoving your cup into Yoongi’s hands. Jungkook acted fast, placing his other hand on your back and getting you out of here, shielding you from the others with his body.

You lowered your head, not wanting to see the expression on their faces as you walked away. They didn’t know you were clawing away from a car crash.

Jungkook hurried his steps, barely hearing Jawhwa call your name. He caught up to you, hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you back. But Jungkook was quick to intervene.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” he hissed, pushing his hand off you and stepping in front of you.

Jaehwa opened and closed his mouth several times. It was obvious. He had a lot to say, but couldn’t find the words.

“Please,” Jaehwa whispered, looking past Jungkook, trying desperately to catch your eye. But you avoided his gaze, squeezing Jungkook’s hand for dear life, staying ducked behind his broad shoulders.

“I’m sorry. Can we talk? Please? I just- I’m so sorry-”

“Dude,” Jungkook spat, drawing Jaehwa’s eyes back to him. It took him everything not to raise his voice. “Clearly, she doesn’t want to talk to you, or even be fucking near you. So leave her the fuck alone. I don’t care if you’re Jin’s friend, I won’t hesitate to throw your ass out of here if you keep going like that.”

It wasn’t an empty threat. Jungkook was dead serious. There had always been a cheerfulness swinging with his voice. Not now. His voice was low and icy, threatening almost. You swallowed.

“I-I just want to- Five minutes. Give me five minutes. It’s all I’ll need-”

“No,” Jungkook hissed, glaring down Jaehwa, “listen, she doesn’t want to talk to you. Fucking respect it. Don’t push this any further.”

You squeezed his hand.

“I just want to explain-”

“Jaehwa!”

Chaeyoung.

“Leave them alone,” she hissed, gaze hard and unreadable, jaw flexed. You were glad it was her and not Jimin. “Don’t be like this, Jaehwa. Not after the shit you pulled.”

Her words seemed to do it, Jaehwa finally backing away. He deflated, stared at you like a kicked puppy. It made Jungkook scoff. His grip tightened around yours as he led you away.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You squeezed your eyes shut.

Hearing Jaehwa say your name felt like a punch to your gut, like a knife through your already cracked heart, like the final blow to your head.

When you slipped back into the house, you heard nothing; the music, the shouts of your names, none of it reached you. It was like your head had been dunked under water, like your ears were still ringing from the car crash.

Jungkook didn’t offer up any friendly smiles to the people that tried to invite him to drinking games, walking past them like he hadn’t heard. He was mad. It was easy to see—the tension in his shoulders, the rigidness of his jaw, the heavy steps, the deep breaths. You could see it burning in his eyes. You hoped he wasn’t mad at you.

The silence continued in the car. The air was stifling tense, the walls trapping you in it. You didn’t dare to make a sound, didn’t dare to lift your gaze and look in his direction. You didn’t know what to expect.

You were sitting at a red light when Jungkook broke the silence, his eyes stuck to something in the distance.

“Are you okay?”

And it was that question, his voice soft and gentle, a total contrast to his demeanour, that broke you, cracked you in pieces, tore down your last defences. The tears came rushing down your cheeks, with no warning or build up at all. Your composure dissolved into nothing right then and there.

You bit your lip and turned your head away, trying so hard to make no sound. But Jungkook saw- knew. It broke his heart.

You curled your hands into fists, nails digging into your skin, leaving angry red marks as you tried to hold it all in. But the sobs ripped through your throat, forced your teeth apart and your mouth open.

Jungkook placed his hand on your knee, squeezing it.

“I’m here.”

You cried harder.

“I’m sorry.”

He turned to you. You were parked in front of your condo building. You weren’t sure for how long already, but Jungkook had just let you cry it out quietly, waiting patiently by your side.

“Don’t,” he told you quietly, squeezing your knee. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You pressed your lips together and looked at his hand, where it rested, holding you tight. You thought of how he hadn’t let go even once. You turned it around, intertwining your fingers. Your grip was weak.

“No, but I do,” you whispered weakly, pressing your lips together and taking Jungkook’s hand into yours. You thought about how he hadn’t let go of you once during the entire ride- the entire night actually, you realised. You had always been the one to let go of his hand, not the other way around.

“What do you mean?” he asked, and you couldn’t meet his gaze, swallowing.

“I lied to you,” you admitted quietly, lowering your head in shame. “He isn’t bathroom guy.”

You closed your eyes. You didn’t want to see Jungkook’s reaction, see how his opinion of you changed. You didn’t think you could bear it.

“I know.”

You snapped your eyes open.

Jungkook smiled at you, smiled a soft smile. “I never actually believed you. It didn’t add up. Why would you storm out of the café if he was just some guy you talked to in the bathroom of some party?”

He knew. He knew and had let your lies slip. You felt like crying again.

“It’s fine,” Jungkook told you, as if he could sense it. “You don’t owe me the truth.”

You shook your head. “But I do-”

“Y/N, seriously. You don’t. You don’t have to tell me anything if you’re not comfortable with sharing-”

“No, Kook,” you said, cutting him off. He stilled. You had called him ‘Kook’.

You made the decision right as you looked at him. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was because you were tired and the exhaustion made you weak, or maybe it was because you were done keeping up this front—rolling your eyes and groaning at every word he said.

“I want to. I want to share. I want you to know- to understand.”

Jungkook nodded. “Okay.”

“He isn’t bathroom guy,” you repeated, voice shaky. “Jaehwa- he is my ex. He and I dated for all of high school. He was my first boyfriend.”

You swallowed the lump growing in your throat. “He broke up with me the summer before college.”

Jungkook tightened his hand around yours. Your vision blurred, but you blinked it all away.

“His parents didn’t approve of our relationship anymore.”

Your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. But he heard you loud and clear. You looked out the window, traced the stars in the distant night sky.

“Anymore?”

Jungkook asked this quietly, like he wanted to give you the option to pretend you didn’t hear.

“Yeah.” It came out weak. You wanted to laugh at yourself. “His parents were fine with us dating in high school. They,” you actually laughed then, the things you were about to recall so fucking ironic, “were really nice to me.”

“What happened?”

“Well, they wanted for him to date someone proper in college.”

You could barely bring yourself to continue, the words hurting you to say.

“Someone more like them.”

Jungkook stared at you, his mind slowly beginning to piece together what you were saying.

“You know how Namjoon said that Jaehwa’s a family friend. A business partner?” You tucked a strand behind your ear. “Well, Jaehwa’s family has money. A lot of it.”

Jungkook sat back, his lips parting.

“They wanted someone more like them.” Your voice grew more and more bitter with every word. “Someone that knows why they give you different forks in those stupidly expensive restaurants. Someone that could also tell stories about their trip to Bali last month. Someone whose parents weren’t working multiple jobs to get by.”

He squeezed your hand, his mouth pressing into a hard thin line. Silence engulfed you, your words sinking in with him. He understood now, understood why you were so quick to judge, to roll your eyes and scoff at him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry, cabbage.”

You nodded, appreciating his words. But the memories hurt all the same, tore your confidence and self-worth to pieces.

“They were really nice to me, you know?” you mumbled, feeling your throat constrict with tears. “They would let me stay over for dinner or stay over when it got too late. They would remember my birthday and get me presents too. They were so fucking nice to me. I-I just don’t understand.”

The tears fell. Jungkook wiped them away for you, realising soon enough though that it was in vain.

“I just don’t understand how they could smile at me and deem me as less than at the same time- deem me not worthy of their son.”

You screwed your eyes shut.

Jungkook lowered his head. He had nothing to say, nothing of use anyway.

You hated that you were crying, that after all this time, speaking about it still left you a wreck. You wished you could just forget about it, move past it. You wished you could say the experience hadn’t burned you.

The tears flooded down your cheeks endlessly, like a dam that had been broken through. Your hands were shaky as you dragged them under your eyes, over and over again, and though your cries were quiet, they pierced through the air clearly.

You couldn’t recall how long you sat there, crying, but by the end, your eyelids were heavy and swollen.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” you hiccuped, wiping away the last bits of tears. You knew you had to look like a wreck now, but Jungkook gave you a gentle smile, his doe eyes softly gazing into yours.

“Don’t. Stop apologising, cabbage.”

He wanted to ask you if you were fine, if you needed a hug maybe, but he knew not to. A few moments passed between you.

“What, uh, are you gonna do now?” Your voice was raspy, shaky, broken. “I mean,” you cleared your throat, trying to gather your composure, “are you, uh, gonna go back to the party?”

“Oh.” Jungkook puckered his forehead. “Yeah, I guess so. Where else would I go?”

You nodded.

“I think I’m gonna go now,” you mumbled after a few more moments, the seat belt snapping back. He nodded. You should rest, he thought.

You stepped out before turning to him. He offered you what was meant to be an encouraging smile, but you could see the exhaustion in his eyes.

“Goodnight, cabbage,” he whispered. “Please sleep-”

The question spilled from your lips before you could think too much about it, “You wanna come up?”

Jungkook froze.

“I mean just to pass some time- you don’t look like you wanna go back to a party,” you quickly added, heat crawling up your cheeks when you realised how it had sounded.

He looked at you. And you watched as his lips split into a smile. “I’d love that.”

In the first week you moved into your one-bedroom apartment, one of the light bulbs burned through. You hadn’t bothered to change it out yet, so when you flicked on the lights, your home was only dimly lit.

“Just, uh, make yourself comfortable, or whatever. Sorry for the mess.”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry,” he told you with a smile, kicking off his shoes.

You stared at him. You never had guests over. It felt weird to see Jungkook standing in your home.

You hastily picked up your clothes from the floor and tossed them into your laundry bin. “Uh, you want something to drink?”

“Yeah, water would be great,” he told you, looking around. “Thanks.”

You nodded, tempted to tell him there wasn’t much to see. Your one-bedroom apartment was sparsely decorated, your home equipped with the very most necessary furniture. But Jungkook gazed around like he was in a museum. You swallowed the words, and walked over to your refrigerator, picking up an empty ramen cup you had lying around and throwing it into the bin.

You grabbed two water bottles. You were about to call for Jungkook when you saw him inspecting the pothos you were propagating on your window sill—the only form of decoration you had made—and his name died on your tongue.

You couldn’t shake the feeling. It was weird to see him in your home, standing among the four walls you called yours. It felt like he was seeing more of you, like you were letting him in. Whether or not you liked that, or wanted that, you didn’t know.

“They’re cute,” Jungkook said when you handed him his water.

“Thanks. Just trying my best to keep them alive.”

You plopped down on your shabby little couch the tenant before you had left for you. The leather was worn down to the point it had split, little holes forming. Your couch looked like a slice of cheese. You used blankets and pillows to make up for it.

Jungkook followed you, sitting down as he sipped from his water. You were facing each other, sitting on opposite ends, cross-legged. Your knees were almost touching.

“I think my mother has these too,” he told you, looking over his shoulders at the pothos.

“Yeah? They’re very popular,” you said. You lifted the bottle to your lips, the cool water running down your throat. “You’re close with your family, aren’t you?”

He paused, raising a brow at you. “What makes you think that?”

“Oh, I just, uh,” you felt the heat crawl up your neck, “saw the family photo on your desk, so I assumed-”

He gave you a smile, and you were so tempted to kick him then.

“I’m close with them. I have them as my wallpaper too.”

He showed you, and you didn’t say you knew this already. You hummed, mumbling something about how they looked good. He grinned and put away his phone.

“It’s actually why I joined a frat,” he told you, and you looked at him. “When I moved out for college—don’t laugh now—,” you started smiling, “I was scared to live all on my own-”

Your smile turned into a grin.

He sighed. “Yes, I’ll admit it.” He put his hand above his heart. “I, Jeon Jungkook the Great, am also scared of things, one of them being living on my own and not finding my group of people in college.”

“‘Jeon Jungkook the Great’?” you snorted. “And you wonder why I’m judgemental.”

“That was a joke-”

“I know. I’m not stupid. I’m not Chae.”

You both shared a look, your lips splitting into smiles.

“Okay, but seriously?” you asked. “You were scared of not finding your group?”

He shrugged. “Believe it or not.”

“Well, everybody loves you now.”

“Please,” he waved you off, “not everybody-”

“People cheered when you walked in! They were all screaming your name like you were a rockstar! Don’t try to downplay it now.”

“Fine, people like me,” he sighed.

You looked at him and paused. “Did you?”

“What?”

“Did you find your group of people then?”

Jungkook stayed quiet, eyes drifting to the side as he thought of your answer. He smiled, nodding.

And he didn’t have to elaborate for you to know who he was talking about. Jungkook had found his people, just like you had with your friends.

“Do you ever feel guilty?” you asked, and he raised a brow.

“About what?”

“I mean we are lying to our friends when we say we’re,” you gestured between him and you, “you know?”

“Dating?”

You nodded.

“Well, not really.” He shrugged. “Doesn’t really feel like lying to me.”

You opened your mouth to tell him that should feel like lying to him because you were fake dating but-

“Do you?”

You sighed, puckering your forehead in thought. “I mean, yeah? A bit? Jimin’s gonna be so disappointed when we break up- I don’t know.”

“Do you want to stop then?”

The question had your head snapping up, and you were surprised when you were met with nothing but sincerity in Jungkook’s eyes.

“What?”

He shrugged. “I don’t want to keep this going if you feel guilty.”

“But… your bet with Tae?” you brought up, brows furrowing.

Jungkook waved you off. “So I’ll lose. I’ll survive.”

You frowned.

“No.” You surprised yourself with that answer. “No, don’t be ridiculous. We’ve already gotten so far. We’re committing.”

He smiled at you. “Okay.”

You looked away and busied yourself with your water, unscrewing it and taking a few big gulps. You fell into silence. You let your mind wander, think about the past couple of hours.

“Can I ask you a question?”

He looked at you, smiling. “One. You get exactly one question.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, I’ll ask you exactly one question.”

You straightened up. You could feel your voice growing smaller in your throat.

“When we walked into the party,” you began, “you said the people there weren’t your friends.”

You closed your mouth, realising you weren’t sure what you wanted to ask.

“Is that your question?” An amused smile formed on Jungkook’s lips until he saw the knit between your brows and the serious look in your eyes.

“I don’t know. Maybe?” You sighed. “I just realised- you didn’t seem…. all that happy. You looked tense, stiff, and- really uncomfortable. Your smile was also,” you paused to find the right word, “off. It didn’t look all that genuine, and it’s not the first time I’ve realised this. When we were at the diner or when we were picking out costumes in the shop-”

You paused, sighed. Your voice grew quieter. “You force on your smiles, don’t you?”

Jungkook averted his gaze at your words, looking at the water bottle in his hand instead, and you watched as his smile slowly disappeared. You knew the answer. Your heart clenched in your chest.

“You know, cabbage,” he began, quiet like he was telling you a secret now, “for a while, I found it hard to find actual people that I could trust. People that were friends with me because they wanted to, and not because,” he chuckled wryly, “they were hoping I’d buy the shots at the bar for them, or get the most expensive gift for their birthday.”

Your face crumbled.

“You’re probably right when you say I, uh, force on smiles, but-” He paused, sighed. “I’ve come to realise that people don’t really wanna hear about the shit you’re going through. They wanna see you happy and enjoying yourself, so they can be blissfully happy and enjoy themselves too. And what better way to convey this but with a smile?”

Jungkook looked off to the side, shrugging. “In my head, I’m just always asking myself if they wanna talk to me right now because they care about what I have to say, or if they just wanna talk to me because they want to have a rich boyfriend who will fund their lavish spending habits?”

You knew he was referring to Narae, but you didn’t doubt for a second that there were other girls too.

“I mean I realise how stupid,” he rubbed his neck, “and privileged this sounds compared to- the thing with Jaehwa and you because at least I was—” you could see how hard he was thinking right now, desperately trying to find the right words, “—-never looked down upon, but-”

He sighed, lifting his gaze to you.

“It’s just hard for me to find people that like me for me- to find genuine people.”

You had never seen Jungkook this serious. It made you swallow. You wondered what he thought of you, how he saw you. You wondered if he thought you were genuine or not. Probably not. Why would he? He was paying you to fake date him. Right at that moment, you wished, for the very first time, that he and you had met under different circumstances, that the contract, the bet, all didn’t exist.

“Do you think I’m-?”

You trailed off, your voice giving up on you. But Jungkook knew what you were trying to ask.

“That was just your second question,” he reminded you, and you blinked at him.

“Right, I’m only allowed to ask one question, huh?” you huffed. He smiled, but it faded away when he saw the expression on your face.

He leaned back. “Can I tell you what I think of you?”

You looked at him. Your gut told you that you wouldn’t like what he had to say. For your own good, you should say no, spare yourself. If you were kinder to yourself, you would.

“Shoot.”

Jungkook straightened up and folded his arms in front of his stomach.

“I think—” You could barely hold his gaze. “—you’re scared. I think you’re scared to be open and honest. To be vulnerable. I don’t think you want to let people in. You don’t want them to get too close and see the real you behind all of the eye-rolling, scoffs, and snarky comments.”

“You’re actually someone who's kind and nice. Someone who cares deeply. Someone who would drop everything to pick up her drunk best friend in the middle of the night and sit on the curb with them.”

He paused.

“Someone who’s also judgemental at times, but that can be forgiven.”

A weak chuckle was the only response you could muster up, eyes tearing away from Jungkook because his words were ripping through you, digging in between your ribs and pulling out your tiny heart from there, pinning it to the front of your chest, like a brooch, stunningly beautiful but so goddamn fragile and delicate at the same time. He uncovered pieces of you that you would have liked to stay hidden, pieces of you that you thought would stay buried. He uncovered you like a book long forgotten about, the spine cracking when he flipped it open for the very first time in years.

You felt seen, completely taken in.

It terrified you.

“But that’s just what I think,” Jungkook finished, shrugging.

You bit your tongue.

“Well, I’m definitely not gonna miss being psychoanalysed by you when we break up,” you joked, trying to sound nonchalant. You didn’t think you succeeded.

“You gave me permission.”

And to that, you didn’t know what to say, your lips sealing shut. You focused on the water bottle in your hands, on how the cool spread into your fingertips.

“What are you gonna miss then?”

You lifted your gaze to Jungkook, throat growing tight.

“Maybe this?”

You watched as Jungkook pulled something out of his pocket, tossing it into your lap. With big eyes, you stared at the paper bag, the logo of your favourite bakery stamped on it, Seo’s Bakery.

“I asked Jisoo,” he said, giving you a smile.

You looked between him and the paper bag, mouth wide open.

“These are the right ones, right? The ones she had been talking about in the car? She didn’t trick me, did she?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammered, eyes finding his. “They, uh-” Your features softened. You nodded. “Yeah, they are the right ones.”

When you opened the bag, the faint smell of chocolate chip cookies wafted through the air, your mouth immediately began watering. But then you remembered where Jungkook had kept them, and your face soured.

“How long did you keep them in your pockets? Tell me you weren’t carrying them around all this time.”

“I had them in my car.” He rolled his eyes. “I was gonna give them to you by the end of today.”

You narrowed your eyes, pursing your lips.

“If you say so,” you mumbled and pulled out a cookie, hesitantly biting into it.

“Good?”

You nodded. You tasted no difference.

“Do I get one now?” Jungkook grinned, stretching out his hand. You would have laughed if you weren’t eating.

“No.”

He gawked at you before scoffing and shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable-”

The sound of his phone ringing cut through the air. You watched him pull it out with a sigh, mumbling something about how you were just saved by the bell, his screen lit up with Namjoon’s contact.

“Hi, what’s- yeah, no, we’re all good,” he said, and your chewing slowed. Namjoon’s voice was faint, barely audible.

You pulled out your own phone, swallowing when you saw the dozen of missed texts and calls. You were about to reply to them, assure your friends you were okay when out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jungkook try to steal one of your cookies. You slapped his hand away.

“Jeon!”

“Ow, shit- what? No, no, everything’s fine, Joon.” A dramatic pout formed on Jungkook’s lips as he looked at you, blowing on his hand. You rolled your eyes, but there was a smile sitting on your face, one that made him smile too.

“Yeah, I’ll be back soon. Yes, I promise, Joon.” He rolled his eyes, acting like Namjoon was an annoying mother. You laughed quietly.

“Don’t worry. Yes, Joon, I promise, again. I’ll see you-” Jungkook froze, his smile slipping. He lowered his head a bit. “Oh. Well, uh, thanks.”

You raised a brow when Jungkook finished the call.

“What was that?”

He waved you off, dropping his phone into his lap. Your suspicion grew.

“What, Jeon?” you pressed.

You could see how reluctant he was to tell you this, see the discomfort in him. It didn’t make you back away though. You wanted to know.

“Joon just-” Jungkook sighed and looked away. “He just told me they asked him to leave afterwards. They ended the party shortly after.”

His eyes flickered to you when he finished. You blinked at him, your mind having a hard time processing the information. You didn’t think they would ask Jaehwa to leave, or end the party for that matter.

“Oh,” you said, the only response you could come up with at that moment.

Your gaze shot to his phone when it lit up again, a new message. His lockscreen—the picture of him and the boys on his birthday—caught your eye.

“Was that, uh, your birthday?” you asked, clearing your throat. You hoped Jungkook would go along with it. He did.

“Oh, right, yeah! It was.”

“No big Beta Tau Sigma party for you, huh?” you chuckled, trying to lighten the air. It worked.

“Yeah, no big Beta Tau Sigma for me on that day,” Jungkook said. “I had two birthday parties. One on my actual birthday,” he showed you his phone, “and one a couple days later.”

You tongued your cheek. “You’re so privileged.”

He grinned. “You’re just jealous.”

You snorted and shook your head, but the smile on your lips was making it hard for him to take you seriously.

“You’re gonna thank me by the way?” Jungkook asked you, and you stared at him before comprehending what he was saying.

You rolled your eyes, sighing. “Thanks, or whatever.”

He clicked his tongue. “‘Thanks, or whatever’? Is that how you thank people? How you’ve been taught?”

You stared him down before heaving out a sigh, forcing on the fakest smile.

“Oh, Jeon, how may I ever repay you for your kindness? Thank you so very very much for buying me cookies. You’re a saint!”

You stopped smiling.

“Happy?” you hissed.

He clicked his tongue again. “I think you could do better. I just think your tone... could be more genuine, more thankful. I don’t know maybe I’m expecting too much from you too-”

You threw your half-eaten cookie into its paper bag before dropping it to the floor. Jungkook was challenging you, and you took it, gladly.

Thinking back, you still couldn’t figure out what prompted you to do this—whether it was the smug smirk on his lips that you wanted to wipe off, or the slight buzz you were feeling from all of the alcohol, or the fact that your heart had begun thrumming so hard and loud in your chest every time you looked at Jungkook now and you just couldn’t keep on ignoring it, especially not when he looked so beautiful sitting in your home.

The rest of his sentence died on his throat when you grabbed him by his collar and pulled him towards you, mouth crashing against his. As you kissed him, you noticed just how soft his lips were, realising you had never kissed lips this soft.

Jungkook was slow to react again, eyes wide and hands up in the air. But when it hit him what was happening, he pulled you close to him, hands finding around your waist, grip firm, fingers digging into your skin.

You ended up being the one to pull away.

“Thankful enough?” you breathed against his lips, face still impossibly close to his. You could count his eyelashes.

Jungkook stared at you, swallowing. He didn’t know how to respond, mouth opening and closing several times. You would have teased him for it if your heart hadn’t been pounding in your chest the way it was. You wondered if he could hear it, thumping against your ribcage—all because of him.

“You know what?”

“Uh, n-no,” he stammered, sounding breathless.

You smiled. “I think I can do better.”

You didn’t give Jungkook a moment to process your words before kissing him again. Your hands curled around his neck, fingertips in his hair. He pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and locking you in place. Like he was afraid if he didn’t hold on tight enough, you would disappear, turn out to be a figment of his imagination.

You weren’t sure whose hands wandered first, but by the time you parted, your costume was slipping off your shoulders, and Jungkook was sitting in front of you with half of his chest exposed. He cupped your face.

“You sure about this?” he asked you quietly. “I know you had a bit to drink.”

He gazed into your eyes. You knew Jungkook would put a stop to all of this the moment you said the word, the moment you gave him the impression, for even just a second, that you didn’t want this. You knew he wouldn’t mind crashing on your couch, or even driving back home. It made answering so much easier.

“I’ve never been more sure,” you told him. “Are you sure about this?”

And then, he gave you a smile, a smile that had your chest growing tight with anticipation and excitement, and a fire rising in the pit of your stomach, your entire body set alight.

When Jungkook kissed you, your breath hitched in your throat, taken aback by the vigour he was pressing his lips against yours. He swooped you up in his arms, standing up from the couch to wander to your nearby bed. But the sound of something cracking interrupted you two. You pulled away and looked down.

Jungkook had stepped on your cookies. He cursed. The corners of your mouth turned downwards, your bottom lip jutting out.

“I’ll buy you cookies first thing tomorrow,” he said upon seeing your expression change, pressing a peck on your pout. “I’ll buy you an entire bakery.”

You turned to him, grinning. “Really?”

“Anything for you.”

And then you were kissing him again, hands cupping his face like you were holding the most delicate thing out there. Jungkook carefully and slowly placed you on your bed, the air knocked out of you when you hit the mattress. A giggle tumbled from your lips. He laughed too, hovering above you, caging you in with his arms.

“You good?”

You nodded, grabbing his face to plant another kiss on his mouth. Soon enough your smile disappeared, his lips trailing down your jawline and neck. Your breathing shallowed out. It made a smirk grow on his face, a smirk you usually would roll your eyes at, but you didn’t have the nerve to now.

The kisses never stopped. Jungkook kept on pressing them to every inch of your skin you allowed him to see and touch, like he never wanted you to forget how soft his lips were, like if you were going to forget this night and him at one point, you were at least going to vividly remember the kisses he stamped on your body, marked you with.

By the end, the sun was slowly spilling into the night sky.

“Your first sunrise,” he pointed out, and you smiled.

“Yeah, my first sunrise.”

The sky was clear, the sun white as it inched up the horizon, bleeding its light into the night and colouring everything in a breathtakingly beautiful orange, warmth expelling the cold autumn night. And right at that moment—as you lay in Jungkook’s arms in your small bed, in your even smaller one-bedroom apartment, your breaths slowly evening out, naked and exposed in every sense possible—you found a sense of peace. It planted itself in your chest, wiggled through your ribs and settled there. Everything was fine, perfectly fine. You knew, it was too good to be true. But you stopped yourself from thinking about it, quieting that voice in your head that told you this was going to end up in flames in a few weeks time, that told you to run and hide. You allowed yourself to enjoy this, for now.

“The second thing you did on your bucket list today.”

You tore your gaze to him, raising a brow.

“Second?”

Jungkook smirked.

“Yeah, I mean you just did me, right?”

You blinked at him a handful of times before scoffing and turning away, shoving him by his shoulder. You rolled your eyes. You should have known. Jungkook laughed and when his laughter died down, he twisted you around and captured your mouth in a kiss. And as much as you wanted to act like you were annoyed with him, you couldn’t resist the kiss, so your hands winded up in his hair.

“You were never on my bucket list,” you told him when you parted, mumbling it against his lips.

Jungkook laughed, humming before pressing kisses to your face after every word. “I should be.”

You scrunched your nose and tried to twist away from him, but you failed miserably—maybe because your bed was small and there was no space to escape to, or maybe you were tired, or maybe, just maybe, because you weren’t actually trying, didn’t want to pull away from his kisses, maybe you didn’t actually want to pull away from him, maybe you liked having Jungkook in your arms, liked holding him, liked being around him. You were quick to bury those thoughts though, settling on the first reason, lack of space to escape to.

Jungkook pulled the blanket over your bodies when he saw how heavy you were blinking, realising sleep was taking over you.

“Didn’t you tell Joon you’d be back soon? You’re not scared you’re gonna be in trouble?” And even though the vision was blurring, you saw the grin that grew on his lips. Jungkook wrapped his arm around your middle and buried his nose into the crook of your neck.

“You’re worth the trouble.”

And then, he pressed one more kiss to your shoulder. You didn’t try twisting away his time, mustering up a tired smile, your eyelids falling shut. Slowly, you slipped into sleep. But you still heard him say it, the words mumbled against your skin, quiet like a secret.

“I love you, cabbage.”

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[rose-likesto-write]

You matter the most..

Pairing: Winner's Song Min Ho x reader (gender neutral)

Genre: Fluff, cringest fluff

AU!: Idol member, established relationship

Warning: mention of cardiac arrest (once), bullying (mention of word)

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.3 K

A/N: Hey dear anon!! Thank you so much for requesting it!! I hope that you will like it and I am sorry if it wasn't something you wanted to read. Please it's a request to send me your valuable feedbacks, it genuinely means alot :)

Also this gif isn't mine..

Summary: Being in love is one feeling and your partner making you feel it day in and out is another..

'What is going on today? Why is everyone looking like this at me as if they are gonna open their mouth a blunder will occur' You thought while nibbling on the edge of your pen a habit which you developed as a result of being tensed.You didn't know what and why but you had this feeling as if it's important day for you but the there is as such no sign to confirm the day.

The whole day is weird, first all your colleagues are acting as if something has happened but they don't wanna tell you, your work bestie Gia had came up with a lame excuse which left you alone to do the project by yourself and that bully worker of yours nowhere to be present.

I mean, ofcourse you are happy that she isn't here because she terribly a pain in ass but like no matter what even if it's for one second you guys pass by you don't keep back from hurling a few sassy remarks.

She kinda hates you because she is delusional person and the reason you ask why? She came to know or rather saw who your boyfriend was which was none other than Song Min Ho aka Winner's Mino. (She was his die hard fan)

Mino is an angel in disguise in your life and you are always so so grateful and thankful that you have such a loving partner by your side. He is one of the live examples of duality, the way he speaks, his presence and aura gives the vibe of being powerful, strong headed but it's only you, his family, his friends and the fans who know his sweet and sensitive personality.

Now, speaking of Mino is that he wasn't able to talk you for the past two days but you didn't mind considering that he was currently in the foreign state preparing for a show at the moment.

Currently, it's 7 pm and you are almost through with the project just the final touches and rechecking of the final draft.You let a yawn escape before a knock came in on the door, "Please come in".

"Y/N, you may leave now and I know about the project as Gia already told me. Its okay, I will see to it. Have a great and happy birthday to you"Your boss said with a small smile before closing the door. "Okay, that's weird but today isn't my birthday. Its still 26th and my birthday is on 27th. Maybe he got confused. Anyways, let's go back!" You said to yourself before packing up and leaving the office.

Somehow, the happy birthday was running through your head but you didn't mind. It was almost quarter to 8 when you reached your apartment.On your way, you met your sweet neighbour an old lady in her mid 60s.

"Hello aunty. How are you? How is your health?" You said with a small smile."I am good darling. How are you doing? So, what's the plan for today? Are you going somewhere out?" She said while you gently shook your head. "I am okay but just tired considering I have to complete my project all alone and I don't have any plans."

"Why don't you have one? Its your special day today isn't it" She furrowed her eyebrows. "No, aunty I think you got confused but my birthday isn't today but tomorrow. Anyways, I will take your leave" with that you went towards your home.

While you were unlocking the door, your phone was vibrating. You took it out only to see the number of notifications coming up of 'updating the settings of phone'."You are troubling me alot for the past two days. Mino was right, I should have bought the new phone. Anyways let's get in".

As soon as you entered, the lights that were once off were switched on and song scream of 'Happy Birthday To You' was heard, giving you a good enough reason to have a cardiac arrest."OMG!!! WHAT IN THE WORLD J-"Happiest Birthday Dear!!" Your bestie Gia said with a smile and hugged you tightly followed by your family members. "I hope you loved your surprise!!!" Your parents said with huge smiles on their faces as your other friends and some office workers wished you. "So, that was why Gia you were giving me lame excuse and stuff but why my phone is show-

"We kinda might have done something in your phone though and especially it was already good as dead. It was perfect for us. We had to act crazy and inform almost all people as to not wish a birthday. Why did you think we came from the other route in morning?" Gia and your other friend Kiara said with mischievous smiles.

That's when it hit you as to why did your day seemed weird than before. You were all smiles but then you missed Mino, he wasn't here but at the same time he didn't even call you. Was he also part of the plan? Maybe so that your family can surprise you? You didn't know the answer.

"Thank you everyone! It means a lot. I s-"Nah dear! One major surprise is still left!!!" Your dad said with a small smile. "What is it dad?" You said with a confused look."

You remember how much you were crying and saying that we should shift near in your area or close by?" You had a big smile on your face, "OMG!!! Are you coming.. no, no wait ! Did you already shift in here?""Nah, baby. We still need a few months but we have this two surprises for you!!" Your dad said and shifted slightly enough to make some space for someone to fit in.

That's when he came with a gift in his hand. "Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday... Happy Birthday.. Happy Birthday to you~"Your boyfriend Mino came and you ran to him like a mad person. "Mino!!!!" You slightly started crying.

"Happy Birthday my love!!! I love you so much.. I am sorry that I didn't wish you. Me and your family had planned this small surprise but just like dad said that we have some surprises for you, do you wanna see them?"You excitedly nodded your head. "Okay, here we go!" He ruffled your hair. "Okay this is the present from mom and dad!! One of the surprises my bad" opening the top a cute little golden retriever was peaking its head out. "Oh, my god!! Thank you so much!!" You gently hugged the puppy and started kissing it and in return you earned alot of licks.

"Haha, you are do cute. Mino? Where is the other su-A gasp left from your mouth as now Mino was kneeling down with a beautiful diamond ring showcasing its glory was resting in the black box.

"Y/N Y/L/N!!! Its been almost 4 years since we have started dating. We went through all sorts of ups and downs, created alot of beautiful memories, had our own share of fair fights and arguments, have clicked a tons of terrible and embarrassing pictures and have stories. I don't wanna stop this here or maybe in future. I wanna continue this to till our last breath with our own little family. So, my small request is that accept me your beloved husband. Will you marry me?"Tears again started to threaten from your eyes while your parents and friends were hyping up you to say yes.

"Ofcourse, it's a yes Song Min Ho" you brokedown and he gently slipped the ring before kissing your crown. "Your happiness matters to me and I always wanted to be your happiness! You are my everything!!! You matter the most".

[pixiedoodlein]

One of my buddies here selfie tagged me recently and I just remembered (mind is a sieve of never ending to do lists, stragglers popping in and out at random), so here ya go and I’m sorry for being tardy. Wishing everyone a wonderful, healthy, happy, prosperous new year, 2022 better not be fucking 2020 part 2. M turned 9 yesterday, can’t believe my baby girl is 9. She is as sweet, smart, lovely and delicious as ever. Little Guy is a tornado but he said “more hot cocoa” today and the way he said it— more? HOT co-co— melted my heart. Christmas Eve was 3 years since A got out. It has been a jam packed 3 years! The constant productivity has caught up with me and I’ve slept a ton the past few weeks (not actually a ton, still majorly chronically sleep deprived, falling asleep during every movie we put on, but this week that I’ve been off work A has facilitated me sleeping late far more than I normally get to). We really need a vacation (without our mini mammals). Rusty is getting more reasonable and sometimes goes a whole day now without destroying anything. My lil nonprofit’s toy drive was a success and I had so much fun buying the toys to donate to the prison, M shopped with me and my bestie (who’s also my board pres) came up from Baltimore, we had a great time doing it. A brought the toys to the prison for me since I was wrapping up work before the holiday break, he said it was weird being back there but a good feeling to be back for this mission, fullllll circle. Our next project is taking shape and I’m excited for it. Christmas was just us here, lots of toys and lots of food and lots of smiles. December 29th was the 9 year anniversary of the arrest that changed everything. We went to NYC this week for 24 hours (to get paperwork, see his aunt who’s staying at his parents’ house while they’re away, eat dim sum, and see my friend masked/outdoors with her daughter who is M’s friend), and drove by our old apartment, the scene of the crime. I don’t think we’d be here now if that hadn’t happened then but I wish A hadn’t spent 6 years in prison, incarceration impacted his soul. Yesterday for M’s bday I took her for an outdoor play date with our accountant and her daughter, daughter is in M’s new school, same grade but diff class, but tiny school, they will be seeing each other a lot. Everyone got along great. They’re on the same mask/vax/test wavelength and I’m so glad we met them. Then I broke my rule and had M’s friend, the unvaxd neighbor, sleepover (with testing). I let the kids stay up way too late for New Year’s Eve. M was so happy and had a really nice birthday. Monday I return to work (ugh, I still love my job, but still ugh) and she returns to in person school for the first time since March 2020. I told her if she hates it she can come back to home school anytime, but she wants to try school. What else? My sis in LA is a total beast (actually the driving force is her husband, a real asshole, not a hands on dad at all but pretends to be for insta, has tons of money but keeps it all separate, overseas, and she has never seen his bank account, they live off her job, he currently has no concrete or verifiable employment but keeps an office, aka an apartment with just a bed, etc) and begged my brother and his gf to go visit from FL, insisted they bring their doodle to play with her doodle, then halfway through the stay she (her husband) decided they were done having visitors (despite the visitors staying in the pool house) and kicked them and their dog out, major family drama I got enmeshed in from afar, but holy moly I am so glad it’s only from afar and I get to live in my quiet little corner of the world away from everyone. A and I have a whole list of house/property improvement projects, on the list expansions weren‘t slated for a while, but our small living room is too small and I’ve decided we need to build on to the living room asap so we can get a giant U shaped sofa to fit everyone (Rusty takes up a lot of space) for movie nights. There‘s a useless deck off the front of the house and if we knock down a wall and

build 3 new walls we can turn it into one big living room. There’s been some bickering as A and I have different visions for what the new entrance to the house should look like (house is built on a hill and there’s stairs to get into the front door now), so I invited an architect he’s doing a project with to come for dinner soon and help settle the living room saga. Oh, and I decided to maybe finish my MFA finally. The degree is pretty useless but when A and I left school many moons ago (because we were strung out) I only had a few classes left, and I think the school has a low res option now that would allow me to do it mostly remotely, just go to the campus in Chicago for a summer, which would be a fun family adventure. I’ve been awol for 11 years though so need to reapply. This notion just came to me 3 days ago and the app is due in 9, but it’s an easy app and I figure why not. So that’s on the to do list for this week too. We got our old car fixed and it’s been epic having 2 cars, I continue to love my Subaru, thank you for the encouragement to procure it. Okay at this point I’m just rambling. Love you ladies and I’m grateful for this community!

[omni-scient-pan-da]

who's in your profile pic bestie??

WKSKSKDNSJSJ

Okay you cannot believe how happy this ask makes me, but in my pfp, is one Junior Prefect Emeric Conrad, (please click on the link I promise you it's not a Rick Roll, I would never disrespect Junior Prefect Emeric Conrad like that) drawn by the one and only @/terriblenerd aka Margaret Owen, author of Little Thieves (my all time favorite book, which is saying a lot because I read a lot of books) herself

What is Little Thieves about you may ask? Or maybe you didn't but too bad because I'm going to tell you anyways, Little Thieves is about one (1) feral gremlin child named Vanja Schmidt who was adopted by the Goddesses Death and Fortune (who are low-key implied to be together? I mean idk you could raise a human child together with your bestie but they're definitely in a QPR or something in my humble opinion) before being sent to work as a maid to Princess Gisele Von Falbirg

Except Vanja gets tired of being treated like less than dirt, decides to eat the rich, steal Gisele's identity and start robbing from all the rich people she can find, which she gets away with for a solid year, until she steals from the wrong set of nobles and gets cursed by a goddess to return everything she's stolen or else turn into gemstones all before the full moon

Which, plot twist, just so happens to be in two weeks! Which is also when Gisele's asshole creepy fiance dude Adalbitch (nickname thanks to a delightful conversation with @mysticalninjaearthquake ) suddenly wants to get married out of the blue

Vanja is given a feral shapeshifting sapphic demigod named Ragne to protect her through this ordeal and must find a way to break the curse while trying to steal enough money to hightail it out of the country AND not get caught by my beloved sanctimonious coatrack Junior Prefect Emeric Conrad, who is getting closer and closer to unmasking the culprit (*cough cough* Vanja *cough cough*) that's been targeting all the rich people

It's an incredibly entertaining read, the main character and the love interest are both CANONICALLY demi (hence the Emeric with the demiromantic flag in my pfp because I love him and we're both demi <3) there's some chaotic gays, lots of twists and turns, characters with so much trauma that have realistic reactions to dealing with said trauma and like... Not always perfect coping mechanisms but like that's what character growth is for because if they knew how to healthily cope then there wouldn't really be a story would there?

There's also demon horses, mind trippy poisons that show you the truth, mirrors with butts drawn on them, at least two enemies to lovers romances (although one is kinda in the background) and a hilarious scene involving poor Junior Prefect Emeric Conrad my beloved and Vanja eating breakfast

You can read more about it here aka a sappy post in which I gave minor spoilers for the book in order to highlight how it made me feel seen as well as on a multitude of places on Margaret Owen's blog

AND! For like the next 24 hours only, US and Canadian residents can get their very own preorder prints (the majority of which are linked throughout this post) despite the book already being out, which are all done by the author herself?? Because she has so much talent?? I have the preorder prints and they are absolutely gorgeous, the art is featured in the book itself but it's in black and white and the preorder prints are in color, you can find a link to submit your receipt here if you purchase before the end of the day on the 13th (which I think might be Vanja's birthday? I know it's sometime in December, I need to draw something for that) and while this is starting to sound like an advertisement for Little Thieves, because it is, it truly is my all time favorite book now, so much so that I started a meme page called @little-thieves dedicated to the book and you should go follow it because I need incorrect quote submissions even if you've never read the book, just go write the prompt and I'll fill in the characters

And yeah, that's my very long drawn out answer to who is in my pfp

[taliaquinn]

Why Me!? Chapter 19

Authors Note:                                                                                            Hiya peeps and geeks, I finally published chapter 19. I hope you Peeps like it. Dont forget to reblog, comment and like!! (They make me happy)

“Think about it, why would she want to talk to you,” Chloe mumbled struggling to shake off the sleepiness “Right now she only sees you as the boy who refused to stand up for her, Against the girl that threatened her in the bathroom”. 

Adrien was silent at the other end of the phone. “She told you about Lila threatening her in the bathroom?” Nonono. That was the worst thing that could happen. Now rumors are going to spread.

Chloe could only scoff in response. She knew exactly what Adrien was worrying about.

“Pfft uh yeah, Mari told us everything, gotta say Adrien I wasn't that surprised when she told us, Kagami on the other hand….”

“SHE TOLD KAGAMI!?!?!?” Adrien shouted upset. Upset at Marinette for telling everyone, even Kagami. He’s noticed that Kagamis been blowing him off and sometimes even downright refusing to talk to him at social events they both attend. 

Marinette told Kagami and Chloe everything about Lila, Adrien, and Alya when she called them a week ago. Chloe's heart broke at hearing the girl sob. Kagami was enraged, in fact, that was what spurred her into starting to plot revenge. Karma would wreak havoc on everyone who dared hurt the bluenette

“Yes Adrien Kagami Knows and before you go off and get all flustered, No we haven't spread rumors or told anyone. At Marinette's insistence." She spat. Adrien didn't deserve to be protected. But poor Marinette still refused to take any drastic actions.

“Thank you, Chloe” The Model still had the nerve to thank her and ignore Marinette's kind act. She's had enough. Sitting up straighter in bed Chloe opened her laptop and started typing an email to Marinette.

“You know who else she’s been helping Adrikins?” she said in a honey-laced voice, sickeningly sweet. 

This familiar voice caused a sense of growing dread in Adrien's stomach. He wasn't talking to P. M Chloe aka “Post Marinette” Chloe anymore, he was talking to the old Chloe Bourgeois, and Plagg help him if he somehow pissed her off. Swallowing down the sense of dread he asked.

“Who?”

“Nino, you remember him right? The guy you claimed was your best friend? But then again you turned your back on him, that seems to be a trend with you these days”

Nino. Of course, he remembered about Nino. Nino called him tearfully seeking comfort from his best friend after his breakup with Alya. Adrien could only weakly offer some comfort. HEY! He was dealing with his own stuff. Ladybug stole Plagg from him. He wasn’t Chat Noir anymore. Also, he didn't want to get dragged into the conflict. Plus he thought that Nino was overreacting. Alya deserved a second chance. Right?

“W-we’re still best friends” he stuttered out. Nino has Marinette's number!? That's great he can get her number from him!!!!

“Hmmph yeah sure whatever helps you sleep at night.” Chloe had the right to speak her mind. She was tired and grumpy. A deadly combination. If she had eye bags in the morning because of him she was going to block the boy,

 “I'm beginning to think that you’re new bestie is Lila” she mentioned

“That's ridiculous, we're just friends”

Chloe scoffed. “Your standards for friends are ridiculously low. But whatever apparently sleazy Liars are your type”

Adrien was starting to get upset at all these sly remarks he was getting from Chloe. He called her for comfort. Who did she think she was? If he wanted sly comments he would have called Marinette, but he still didn't have her number. Wait a minute. She's been talking to Nino!!! He could just call Nino and get her Number from him!!! He didn't need Chloe! 

“Fine Chloe, you know what? turns out I don’t even need your help anymore,” He said smug, happy to have the upper hand. To be honest he half expected Chloe to beg him to not hang up on her.

“Why even bother calling me then?” that....was not the response he was expecting. Fine, it was probably all an act.

“I needed Marinette's number but then I realized that my bro Nino probably has it, so yeah I don’t need your help”

“But he b-” Ha now she was going to beg him not to hang upon him. Well, he wasn't going to give her the chance. 

“Goodbye Chloe” 

Hanging up he quickly tried to call Nino. After only receiving a dial tone, he shot him a few texts, expecting Nino to respond quickly. He always has.

After receiving none Adrien couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed. Nino probably forgot to charge his phone due to him still being sad over the breakup. This is why Adrien needs to convince Nino to get back together with Alya. He was a mess without her! His phone suddenly binged. Quickly checking, he was disappointed to see it was Chloe. Probably to try and get back on his good side. Ha.

Queen Bee: Nino told me to tell you that he is uh not in “The mood to deal with you and your b.s” tonight.

What!? No Chloe was obviously lying in some weird attempt at getting Payback. Adrien NEEDED to talk to Nino right now because Adrien was going to the states for some gala for the weekend! 

Adrikins: Chloe stop fooling around

Queen Bee: Trust me I'm not kidding around, I'm here trying to get some sleep and instead I'm serving as Nino's secretary apparently

Queen Bee: Leave him alone, if you had listened to me earlier you would have realized that Nino added your number to a nice Lil ol place known as the ~block list~

Adrikins: CHLOE YOU HAVE TO TALK TO HIM PLEASE DON'T LET HIM DO IT.

Queen Bee: hmmm let me think about it

At that Adrien let out a sigh of Relief, Chloe will talk some sense into Nino and everything will be back to normal between him and Nino. Even Marinette once he got her number from Nino!!

Queen Bee: I thought about it

Hope bloomed in Adrien's Chest, everything is finally going to be back to normal again!!

Queen Bee: N o

Queen Bee: You’re getting muted for the rest of the night, consider that payback for waking me up so early, I have a trip this weekend. I need all my beauty sleep, you should consider learning about it

Wait a minute if she is going where Adrien thinks she is then there's hope for him after all!!!

Queen Bee: Toodles~

Adrikins: Wait a minute where are you going this weekend

Queen Bee: None of your business

Wayne Manor                                                                                        Gotham, USA                                                                                                8:00 a.m

“Marinette, I’m just happy you managed to leave that toxic situation before it got worse,” Dick said as he engulfed Marinette in a hug, although not as strong since his ribs were still in pain. Dick slightly grimaced in anticipation of the humongous lecture he was going to get from Bruce later.

“Trust him, Mari, here in Gotham I always see..” Jason trailed off at Dicks pointed look “I mean WE always see....uh in the news how those situations escalate quickly," Yowch talk about a blunder. He still needed to get used to having a sibling who wasnt involved in the nightly adventures. "only not everyone is lucky enough to have Batman swoop in and save the day” Jason quickly added. He threw a prayer of thanks that his adorable baby sister was now safe in Gotham, well as safe as Gotham gets anyways.

Dick racked his brain looking for something to cheer up his little sister in his arms. For once his big brother instincts were being slightly overwhelmed. All of his siblings have gone through awful stuff. This isn't the first, and he doubts it's going to be the last time that he's been there to comfort one of his siblings, or friends for god's sake.  

“Wait!!! Dick, doesn't Bruce have that trip in a few days?” Jason piped up.

Oh, Crap. Dick almost forgot about that. Oh god, he couldn’t possibly subject Mari to that disaster….on the other hand it WOULD be a good distraction for her. Hmmm. 

“Fine, Mari, pack your bags, You’re not even going to school yet so you won't miss anything,” Dick announced.

“Pack my bags?” Marinette couldn't help but get a bad feeling at the sight of Dicks smirk.

“Yeah no, you’re right. Don't pack your bags make your dad pay for new clothes.” Jason teased. It's what he always did. Billionaire Brucie wouldn't even gawk at the price of a new pair of jeans. Heck, He was paying for his New Truck!!! 

“Wait where are we even going?” She asked slightly disturbed at the sight of Dicks growing grin.

“New York City”

Authors Message:                                                                                        I hope you guys enjoyed todays chaoter. Next chapter some new characters are going to enter the fray. Can you take a guess as to who they may be ;)                                                                                           Also Happy Belated Birthday to Our Beloved Timothy Jackson Drake  Fun fact I was listening to Hamilton was writing this chapter and its given me the idea to possibly create a Hamilton AU involving the Batfam and slight Adrinette, What do you guys think?

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[thewidowsghost]

Chapter 1 - The Sky’s Tsunami

3rd Person POV

In East Los Angeles, California, a young boy is looking in at a group of seven heroes in the window of a shop.

"Ace," the boy's father steps forward, handing his son a hot dog. "Come and get it. What do you say we got out to your Aunt Mindy's this weekend?" he asks. "You and Kisha can swim in the pond."

"Sure," Ace says, continuing to look at the heroes, the legendary Captain America, Thor, Iron Man, Hawkeye, Hulk, Black Widow, and her sister, Tsunami.

"You know, you got a birthday coming up in a couple of months," Ace's father tells his son. "Who's your favorite?" he asks.

"I'm okay," Ace returns and his father's gaze saddens and he turns his son around, looking into his eyes.

"Hey," he says. "Things are tight right now, but I'm gonna find something. Not back at the factory, but I got prospects." The man pauses. "You and me - what are we?" he asks.

"We're a team," Ace answers.

"That's right," the man chuckles. "So, who do you -" the man is cut off when a building explodes and he turns, blocking his son from the shrapnel raining down from above.

People scream and they all look up at the burning building. Ash rains from the sky and car alarms blare.

"Are you okay?" the man asks his son. "All right, Ace, look at me. I need you to stay here with Bernie, okay?" he asks, nudging his son towards the hot-dog vendor. "People might be hurt, and I'm gonna see if they need my help. Stay with Bernie! Watch my boy!" the man bolts towards the building and he looks up, running down the side of the building and climbing up the side of the building.

"Help me!"

"Help me!"

"Anybody in the building still?!"

The man reaches the window and he pulls his hood over his head to conceal his identity. He pulls himself through the window and makes his way through the burning interior of the building. Glass shatters. Flames roar. Wood burns.

The man hears a woman whimper, and hearing the man, she yells, "Help me! Help me!"

Part of the burning roof collapses and he grunts, stepping back.

Outside, a young brunette is recording the scene with her phone.

The man jumps out of the burning building as it explodes, landing on the ground, cracking the pavement below.

The brunette goes to follow the man as he runs away, but instead, she turns to check on the woman, sirens wailing.

"What does SHIELD stand for, Agent Ward?" Maria Hill questions the agent.

"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division," Ward answers.

"And what does that mean to you?" Agent Hill asks.

"It means someone really wanted our initials to spell out SHIELD," Ward replies.

A young agent, probably about twenty-four, steps out of the shadows. "That is a very Howard Stark thing to do," the redheaded agent remarks.

"Aah, Agent Rushman," Maria addresses the young woman. "Nice of you to join us."

"It means we're the line," Ward proceeds, and the young woman turns to her brilliant (E/c) eyes on the dark-haired agent, "between the world and the much weirder world. We protect people from news they aren't ready to hear. And we can't do that, we keep them safe. Something turns up," Ward sticks his hand on the inside of his jacket, pulling something out of one of the inner packets, "like this Chitarua Neural Link," he slides it down the table and Hill catches it, "we get to it before someone bad does."

"Any idea who Vanchat was planning to sell it to?" Hill asks.

"I'm more interested in how this Rising Tide group found out about it," Ward says. "I thought they were just hackers. What changed?"

"Everything's changed," Hill states. "A little while ago, most people went to bed thinking that the craziest thing in the world was a billionaire in a flying metal suit. Then aliens invaded New York and were beaten back, by, among others, a giant green monster, a costumed hero from the '40s, and a god."

"As well as a ginger ninja, and an archer," Rushman adds.

Hill raises her eyebrows at the redhead before turning away from both, suppressing a smile before turning back to address Ward.

"I don't think Thor's technically a god," Ward argues.

"You haven't been near his arms. The Battle of New York was the end of the world. This - now - is the New World. People are different. They have access to tech, to formulas, to secrets they're not ready for."

"Why was I pulled out of Paris?' Ward asks, leaning forward.

"That, you'll have to ask Agent Coulson," Hill says and Ward frowns, slouching back in his seat.

"Uh, yeah," Ward says with a false smile. "I'm clearance Level Six. I know that . . . Agent Coulson was killed in action before the Battle of New York. Got the full report."

Agent Rushman flinches a little but no one notices.

"Welcome to Level Seven," Coulson steps into the room and (Y/n) smiles at the man. "Sorry - that corner was really dark, and I couldn't help myself. I think there's a bulb out."

(Y/n), a little later that day, walks out to meet her older sister, Natasha, for lunch.

Natasha smiles warmly at her shorter sister.

"Ready?" (Y/n) asks.

"Yeah, we're just going to the food court," Natasha says.

"Oh, be quiet, Red," (Y/n) says, her (E/c) eyes sparkling.

"You are also a redhead," Natasha points out.

The two bicker affectionately as they walk down to the food court together. After getting their food, the two sit down beside Clint Barton, AKA Hawkeye, who shakes his head, watching his best friends continue to bicker.

"So, I'm getting put on a SHIELD team," (Y/n) tells her sister and best friend. Then she turns to her sister. "Do you mind looking after Liho for me, Tasha?" she asks.

"Okay, but we live together. In the same house," Natasha points out, her silvery-green eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Yeah, but I didn't want my kitten to starve," (Y/n) tells her sister.

"I wouldn't let Liho starve," Natasha soothes.

(Y/n) relaxes a little, "Apparently, I leave tomorrow morning."

"NoOoO," Clint says, his voice rising throughout the one word. "What am I gonna do?" he wails. "My bestie gonna leave."

"Aww, Clint," (Y/n) turns to look at the man. "I'll visit. I'm not going to leave forever. And you've still got Tasha," she adds. "She'll continue to drive you insane."

Natasha laughs, bumping her sister with a shoulder.

The Romanoff sisters had grown up together in the Red Room, which was strange because they had been the only group of sisters kept together. Natasha had been able to get her sister out before the Graduation Ceremony, which the older redhead was grateful for, being able to save her baby sister from the trauma she had gone through. There was one thing that separated the two sisters. (Y/n) had water and wind powers. Natasha had to guess that they were given to her by the Red Room, but no one could be sure.

Natasha had always been protective of her little sister, but it also went the other way. (Y/n) always made sure Natasha was patched up after missions, learned to cook as Natasha didn't know how; also attempted to teach her sister. Natasha had actually managed to pick up a few cooking skills from her baby sister.

Natasha and (Y/n) return home that night, (Y/n) making her way to the kitchen to start dinner, Natasha sitting down at the barstools at the counter.

"I'm gonna miss you, you know," Natasha says, a watery smile spreading across her face.

(Y/n) sniffs and walks over, wrapping her sister in a tight hug.

"I know love's for children, and all," (Y/n) says, making fun of what they'd been taught. "But I love you, Nat."

"I love you, too kiddo," Natasha returns. "But I also love dinner," she says and (Y/n) bursts out laughing, drying her tears before returning to the kitchen.

Liho, their black kitten, pads out and streaks over to (Y/n), nuzzling her companion's leg.

Natasha gets up from her barstool and walks over, pulls Liho's tub of food out of the pantry, and gives Liho a scoop before opening a can of wet cat food, dumping half a can into Liho's bowl before putting the remainder of the can in the fridge.

"Look at you, being all responsible," (Y/n) says, nudging her sister with an elbow.

Word Count: 1410 words

So yeah, here's the first chapter of my Skye (Daisy Johnson) x Fem!Reader.

(Y/n) and Natasha are sisters, which makes me happy inside.

Also, (Y/n) does have powers, wind and water, leading to her name, Tsunami.

Anyway, I love you guys so much! ❤️❤️

Love,

           Kaitlynn ❤️😍