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lilyrachelcassidy · 2 years ago

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Good Ol’Cuppa [Tommy Shelby x Reader]

A/N: Hello, lovelies. Completely didn’t plan writing that, I just pulled that off... somehow, between boredom and exhaustion (i.e. at 3am lol). I just saw this gif, got inspired and BUMMM -- there it is. But I hope you enjoy tho. After that, I’ll be trying to write a fic for my friend’s challenge (@mrsalwayswrite calling you out hehe). If you want to participate in her 1k milestone challenge, check her out!! And as for now, I leave you with his fic! Once more, enjoy:D

Summary: The recent days have been particularly enervating for Tommy as he had to put up with all of the oncoming difficulties in the Shelby Company Limited. And that’s when Y/N, with her ways of support, comes along.

Warnings: overworking, detrimental tendencies, something in terms of PG-13, and Tommy being verbally sweet (so that’s new hehe)

Word Count: 3.2k

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Tommy ensconced himself in the kitchen-cum-parlour, flumping on a Windsor chair (which was the only available and not broken chair in the abode at the time) and sighing in discontent. This day had been particularly knackering for him. It was today when the Shelby Company Limited had validated their first partnership with Alfie Solomons, when he had been browbeaten by multiple people who had dared to cross the threshold of his office, and when he had had to endure Polly’s scolding remarks with her stern leers. He had been rebuked over being too risk-taking and irrational. He had been ill-treated by either his family or partners. He had been nagged and peeved all day long.

And as far as it was a nature of his typical day, for today he wished nothing more but to relax.

Thus that was his plan for the rest of the day.

Observing the pendulum of the clock which loosely hung on the wall, he absentmindedly drummed his fingertips over the hardwood surface of a table. So much was left to do. His newly established company had just prospered, and Tommy felt a frantic need to pull everything to the nines. That obviously encompassed some peril with it but, as for now, Tommy paid no mind to such matters. In the following week, he planned on traveling to the Northern part of England to foot the bill for his new, motorcar-related business. If it wa--

An abrupt knock on a door jolted Tommy out of his thoughts.

He looked over to the source of the sound, bewildered and marginally concerned at who might want to see him at such a late time. With the pistol in the inner pocket of his blazer, he eventually walked over to the door and opened it; and to his surprise, he saw Y/N.

Y/N was his childhood friend, the one that accompanied him through the most mirthful and darkest hours of his life. They both had known each other from the same city district, from the same streets they used to play at. Each looked after one another during the war dread, their families’ niggling poverty, and heartbreaks.

Always there for one another.

That said, it also had made Tommy extremely exultant to make her a part of his company, when he offered her a position, which she had accepted with as equal dose of enthusiasm.

Lately, and rather, unfortunately, they had stopped seeing each other out of the business as much as they used to in the past. That’s why so startling it was for Tommy to behold his friend in the doorframe, at night, with a coy smile on her face and the hair poking out from underneath her winter hat.

“Y/N,” said Tommy, his voice slightly hoarse. “What are you doing here?”

“An urgent message from Polly,” replied Y/N, her gaze flickering all over his features.“Can I come in?”

“Eh, yes, yes.” He beckoned, taking a step back and making enough room for her to enter his unadorned home. “Sorry for the mess...”

“’s okay,” she said simply, not really knowing how to behave in the presence of her new employer anymore. It had been two months since they last met each other privately; much could have happened since that time and as much could have changed.

She eventually settled herself on the chair previously occupied by Tommy, and he opted to sit on the muddled bed, slightly slanting on the verge of it. They both took in a moment of silence.

“You haven’t redecorated much, have you?” commented Y/N, attempting to lighten up the mood. Even so, the fact was he hadn’t; everything was put in the same place where Y/N could remember it last time, and it was as if she had been there just yesterday. The scrappy wallpapers with their color fading away were stubbornly plastered on the wall, the old frames with photographs dangled on the wall, the fluorescent mug she had bestowed him with was still standing on a table...

“What can I say. I guess, I like my ways,” he said with a faint smile tainting his features. “So what’s the urgent message?”

Y/N rubbed her hands together, staring at her interlocutor. “Polly asked me to tell you about the meeting, the one concerning finances and ultimate bargains between Solomons and your company. Tomorrow, 8 am sharp.” Tommy sighed, seemingly preparing mentally to bail out from the meeting; Y/N forestalled him. “And no, it couldn’t be scheduled at a different time. It was called up last minute and without further ado.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Tommy murmured under his breath. “Couldn’t Polly deliver the message herself?”

Y/N gave him a crooked smile. “She is quite piqued with you, if I’m being honest, Tommy. She thinks the alliance between you and Alfie was a huge mistake, and you that should have listened to her or, at least, should have kept her up-to-date with what’s going on.”

He bristled, angry. “Polly is not responsible for making decisions in this company. I could have consulted her but it’s not my necessity. God’s sake, I wish she could have been more grateful. Neither Arthur nor John are-”

“Tommy...”

“-complaining about the division of obligations.”

“Tommy...”

“I quite don’t understand why she always has to do so much fuss about every fuckin’ thing.”

“Stop! I understand. It’s your company and no one blames you,” Y/N finally chimed in, interrupting his self-driven rage. Yet again, she glanced at him, and in order to eschew the pity in her eyes, he turned to stare at the dingy wallpaper before him. After a while, in response, he just nodded, but she pressed on. “But you also do must understand Pol. You know her. She too is devoted to this company. And as far as you would like to, Tommy, your decisions entail others as well. I’m sure you are aware of that too, and it’s only your ambition that’s driving you...mad, pretty much.”

Tommy sighed, lowering his eyes to his hands with calluses blemishing their soft skin. She was right. She always had been, but against his better judgment, he had seldom listened to her. Never had he admitted that but he actually liked listening to her opinions and hopes which always carried some positivity in them; something Tommy lacked yet desired a lot.

With nothing more to add on to that, he chuckled lightly under his breath.

Meantime, Y/N, sitting mere meters away from him, had enough time to scrutinize Tommy’s figure more closely. He had changed a lot since their last heart-to-heart. Pale as he already had been, his complexion was porcelain-colored now, and he looked like a living ghost; his hair now, longer and more neglected, was much unkempt compared to the last Tommy she could recollect; due to the ongoing stress, he sure must have stopped eating adequately because his posture became awfully scrawny and his cheekbones more protruding.

He looked sick. And that alarmed Y/N.

“Tommy,” Y/N started, her tone now laced with uneasiness. “How have you been keeping... with all of what’s going on?”

And as far as Tommy could mask his emotions with his mimics, his pale blue eyes were always a dead giveaway. So when he finally looked at her, Y/N could notice a whirl of emotions dancing in them.

Sadness. Brokenness. Prostration.

Always mesmerized by their stirring charm and double-folded mystery, right now they seemed particularly plain and ordinary to Y/N.

Tommy dismissed her question with a mere shrug. “Fine.”

She predicted that; Tommy had never been too verbose when it came to words or expressing emotions, but over time, Y/N had learned how to decipher him. Normally, she wouldn’t be too persistent or nosy, try as might, staying out of the matters he didn’t want to talk over. But not tonight; looking at his state, she had to find out more.

Getting up, she neared and knelled in front of him, when she was at enough satisfying reach. She made sure to be close to him so he could neither step out nor avoid her gaze. They eyed each other; Tommy noticing a faint rosiness on her cheeks caused by the wintery frigid breeze, her eyes sparkling, and her plump lips carrying a solicitous look on them. The winter gloves were still covering her hands, and the chestnut coat she had on was partially daubed with snowflakes.

It was the first time for him when he noted his friend’s utter allure, and although he had been aware of her attractiveness before, she seemed to radiate with much more enticement now. Or maybe was it because of the frosty weather which adorned her features? Or maybe it was because of the proximity they hadn’t experienced heretofore?

“Tommy...” Y/N repeated, her voice, however, two octaves lower and with a hint of desperation in it. “I’m worried about you. Please, please, tell me what’s going on.”

Ultimately, he peeked in her direction and something snapped in him. Her attentive attitude and the way she looked at him, worriedly and affectionately, like nobody else did, rendered him momentarily speechless. So much did he appreciate her and, in his way, he wanted to manifest that. That’s why he felt so bound to tell her the truth. “It’s just that... with this company... it’s all so energy-draining, and I can’t help but feel... but feel-”

“Exhausted?”

“Yes, that.” He waved his hand, wavering whether he should continue. Seeing his hesitation, Y/N grasped and encouragingly squeezed his hand which prompted the words to spurt out of his mouth like a gushing waterfall of thoughts. “The undertakings, constant complications, and danger involved... Everywhere I go, anytime, I have to be heedful of what’s happening around me. It’s so tiring, Y/N. The company has just started to evolve. Yet I can’t help but wonder how nice would it be to leave all of that behind.”

The latter was spoken out with a quiver, barely audible, but enough to make Y/N’s heart shatter. She cared so deeply for him, and she foolishly hadn’t thought of the trepidation he could have been going through all that time. The fact was he always made an impression of so immune, so indifferent to everything that it had hardly crossed her thoughts. Either his attitude or words were always so misleading to her, but it was the first time it struck her -- he was actually lonely.

“So do that,” Y/N said hopefully, a glint of positivity in her voice. “Let’s flee, let’s see what’s out there. New people, new land -- we could start over there, with or without money. Either way, it’s not a lifestyle you have to be living, Tommy.”

“Y/N...” he drawled sadly. “You know I can’t do that. Ditch my family with the rest of my problems. That’s not-” He exhaled, clearly trying to retrieve his composure, his lips pressed and forming a straight line. It took him a few, prolonged moments, but eventually, the old version of Tommy -- collected and succinct -- returned. “It’s just been a long day, Y/N, it’s nothing to worry about. Everything shall be alright tomorrow, I just... need to rest.”

Y/N looked at him critically. She knew he was lying. But at the same time, she couldn’t force him to tell the truth.

So she played the same cards.

The grip on his hand tightened as Y/N offered him a comforting smile. “You know what? Sometimes when I’m having a bad day, I like to hark back to good, old days.” She took a pause. “And I know it’s that much of advice, perhaps it could turn out uplifting.”

“Tell me more.”

Y/N bit her cheek and deliberated for a moment. “Do you remember when we used to hopscotch, outside of our digs? Or, you know, meet up at night even though we weren’t supposed to?” Her lips curved upwards, and in a paroxysm of sentimentalism, she sighed happily. “I remember that one time you paid me a visit -- 1 or 2 am, was it? Oh, nevermind. Our parents had forbidden us to meet up at late hours as such. ‘Gotta learn how to start being responsible,’ they said.” Y/N started wiggling her finger in a mocking manner, laughing at the same time; Tommy rolled his eyes, but soon joined her in laughter. “So when they found out you were in my room, my pa took a broom and began chasing after you with it. As to escape, you decided to hop out of the window, almost breaking your heel, and hobbled back to your place. I didn’t see you for a week after that.”

Still giggling, Y/N sat on the floor (and finally took a bundle of clothes off of herself. Why hasn’t she thought of that before?). A responsive to the recollection chuckle escaped Tommy’s lips and a ripple of happiness spanned within him, for the first time in a few months.

How much had he missed this girl...

He looked over at her, continuing: “Or the time when we stole a bunch of candies out of the cabinet. Then we wanted to dispose of evidence so we ate a whole lot, and ended up getting a stomachache for a while.”

“Oh, I forgot about that one!” She clapped her hands, animated and beaming. “What were we, ten, maybe?”

“Perhaps.” He stared at her, somewhat in amazement, somewhat in reverie. Quickly realizing that he cleared his throat and looked away. “The good old times, yes.”

And yet again, silence ensued as they submerged in memories of the past. Neither of them minded it though; they felt comfortable enough in each others’ presence, just being there for one another. Y/N laid a head on Tommy’s legs, her gaze aloof, as he started slowly caressing her scalp. The tension that he had been bearing for a long time disappeared in his chest, and instead, was replaced by tranquillity and his eyelids started fluttering.

It took several minutes for Y/N to regain her voice, her tone serene and gentle. “Since I’m here, why don’t I make a good ol’ cuppa for both of us? You know, one of my exclusive specials?”

“Sounds nice,” said Tommy, nodding.

In the next instant, Y/N was setting a kettle on a little bit rusty stove, and simultaneously taking two ceramic mugs off of the shelf. A drill she had been doing for years, she shuffled around the kitchen in search of ingredients for her wintery tea, and with meticulous grace, added everything into the mugs. A preparation was accompanied by a soft humming of the melody they both had used to dance to in the past, and a subtle sway of hips.

Tommy wasn’t sure whether it was a sweet, familiar lilt of her voice or a strong, delightful scent of the cinnamon in the wintery night, but he suddenly felt a profound warm spreading across his chest.

Everything was just right...

When she gave him a lopsided glance from across the opposite side of the room with a charming smile, not able to resist her charm anymore, he finally gave in and hastily approached her. At first not too certain, he eventually grabbed her by both sides of her waist. She turned around, confused, with an unknowing look on her face, her eyebrows high up, and trying to muster what she wanted to say or, at least, how she should respond.

That worry was taken off of her shoulders, however, when she suddenly felt a pair of lips landing on her own. And she instinctively knew what to do.

For a brief moment, Y/N just savored in his taste -- chocolaty and without a dash of cigarette tang which greatly surprised her. Slowly responding to the kiss, she gasped deliciously, shocked, when his tongue fought his way all the way to her mouth, relinquishing and marveling at her every inch, every smack as if trying to memorize her in every sense. In response, she was now clinging to him like she would never let go, and perhaps he didn’t want her to because he was holding her molded against his body just as tightly. His lips were so soft, practically intoxicating, and she’d never been kissed so passionately before. It was as if there was just him and her, whilst somewhere in the background the kettle rattled with overheating, signaling a need to be taken off of the stove, and snowflakes adhered to the frosted surface of the window outside. But that didn’t matter at all, as they both drifted into a frenzy of their touch.

Fingers wandering over to his hair, playing with some strands while his were steadily placed on her hips, Y/N tilted her head to deepen the kiss, their tongues battling for dominance in the way that her breath changed into short, desperate gasps. Their hands were very wild, roaming all over each other -- neck, hair, face, breast -- and enjoying each others’ fervent yet firm touch.

Acutely aware that if he didn’t stop there, clothes would be flitting all over the room (and that could have been a bit of a boundary-crossing for the first time), Tommy regretfully pulled away, yet knowing it was the right move. Still panting, they rested their foreheads on one another's. Tommy kept his eyes closed for a while but when he eventually opened them, he saw that Y/N was already staring, tendrils of blatant desire swirling in her dilated pupils. She bit her lip, seductively, and it required a lot of self-control from Tommy to not yank her back to the unruly kissing session.

“Fuck,” she ultimately whispered, and she let out a raspy chuckle afterward.

“Fuck,” Tommy agreed, grinning at her rather cheekily.

She looked at him with pure admiration, the reaction he had been bestowed with for the first time from her. It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours when they finally detached from one another, but when they finally did, Y/N slightly furrowed her eyebrows and her face churned. The thoughts were fuzzing in her head, and she was calculating something fervently.

When she finally steeled herself, the troubled words tumbled out of her mouth: “Does it mean that... does it change anything between us?”

He arched his eyebrow. “Do you want something to change?”

“Well...” she started. “I hope so.”

He cupped her face on both sides. “What can I say then?” Smiling, he planted another kiss on her lips, this time, however, soft and brief. “Your wish is my command then.”

She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed a peck on his cheek, her hot breath tantalizingly ghosting over his skin. Smirking playfully, she couldn’t help but feel a loving sensation simmering in her chest. “Is that a good ol’ cuppa making you such a romantic?”

“I wouldn’t precisely say that’s because of the cuppa,” he responded enigmatically, beaming.

“Touché, Mr.Shelby.”

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A/N: *happy dance* Done! Please no shaming for not letting a heated-up scenery develop into something... more serious?? By the way, that’s actually my first fanfic on Tommy Shelby, I’ve just realized. So big HOOORRRAAAY, it’s been a challenge:D I’d love to hear some feedback, comments or constructive criticisms from y’all! Also, if you want, do not hesitate to pm me, I love talking with you<3

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you-are-my-joy · 3 years ago

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Happy Ending | JJK x Reader Pt 1

Title: Happy Ending

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Enemies to Lovers

Word count: ~14.5k

Request: “Hey Liz! Congrats on 1k! I know how much you love angst, so could I request a fic where jk and reader are enemies, (reader is a witch and jk wanted to kill her) but they fall in love instead. And THEN jk dies in the end hehe you can make up the plot I just want angst lol”

Updated Request: “Seeing how jk already dies in a fic you can switch it to the reader dying instead lol”

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Cries of joy erupted as the soldiers and carriages went down the busy village streets. Hundreds of townspeople crowd around the edge to catch a glimpse of the hero they’ve all fallen for. Confetti hits Jungkook’s face as the people below him swoon and cheer for the man. Despite the fact that the parade was meant to celebrate his success, he couldn’t find it in him to be happy.

Suddenly, arms wrap around his shoulders, “what’s with the long face dude, you finally won!” Taehyung exclaims happily, patting his back to congratulate him as he waves and winks at a few people he recognizes in the crowd.

Jungkook sends him a small smile, “I’m just a little tired is all,” was his only response before looking away and towards the many people smiling brightly up at him. He wanted to join in on their happiness, he really wished he could. But something in his heart prevented that from happening.

The image of you suddenly appeared in his mind, prompting him to close his eyes and take long deep breaths because if he doesn’t he might just cry right in front of all these people. He lets out a shaky breath, finding it difficult to think about anything but your face.

“Hey man you ok?” Taehyung asks out of concern, his eyes soften as he looks at the younger man he considers a brother at this point.

Jungkook snaps out of it, sending him a slightly bigger smile this time, “yeah, trust me, I just need some rest.” From the look on his friends face, he could tell he didn’t believe him, but for his sake, Taehyung chooses to let it go for now to which Jungkook can’t help but be thankful for.

He looks back at the people below him, though their cheerful smiles did nothing in brightening up his mood.

He wanted so desperately to find the joy in his victory but no matter what he did or thought of, he just couldn’t and for that he was envious of all their smiling faces, standing there living happily and cheerfully

Envious that they didn’t have to go through the heart wrenching pain he did moments ago.

But most of all, he was envious over the fact that you were the one who died instead.

4 months ago

Jungkook grunts as he slams into the tree with such force that his body forms an indent on the bark. He hears a small laugh before he’s glaring up at the sound, his eyes immediately landing on the taunting smile on your face.

“You’re getting a bit rusty Jeon, should I find a new person to fight with?” you tease, a glint of mischief shining past your eyes, “maybe I’ll find a more worthy opponent.”

Jungkook growls as he lunges forward with his sword in hand, ready to slice through you but of course, you dodge the attack like you always do, much to his annoyance.

Ever since the emperor caught wind of a powerful dark witch living amongst these very woods, he didn’t hesitate to send an army to kill you. However, the emperor underestimated the strength of your powers, and due to his mistake, he had no choice but to watch his men die one by one by your hands.

And so, as a last resort, he sent 7 of his best knights, but even they were hardly a threat to you, all except for one. One knight in particular was able to catch you by surprise, his strength and stamina sometimes overpowering your own. Your own strengths match each other so well, it was clear from a bystander’s point of view that neither one of you would submit to the other, making you the perfect match.

Which leads you to where you are now where the knight once again came to visit your forest in hopes of finally taking you down.

“You humans just don’t know when to give up huh,” you hiss, barely dodging the tip of his sword as it slices through the top of your clothes.

He pants heavily, trying to catch his breath, “not until we get rid of all the evil of this world,” he hisses right back.

You click your tongue in disgust, “if that were the case then I suppose you should get rid of yourselves first,” you sneer, “nothing but damn parasites on this land.”

As a witch, you have a much longer life expectancy than the average human. A being that can live for hundreds of years has enough experience with humans to grow a strong hatred for them.

Though it wasn’t always this way, at some point a long time ago, humans and mystical beings lived in harmony, until one day when a tyrannical emperor had ordered the deaths of any being that wasn’t human. And so, in the gruesome years to follow, there were many deaths on both sides, the humans fighting as an order and the mystical beings fighting for their lives. You’re not surprised that the current emperor was a direct descendent of said tyrannical ruler.

You’ve had to watch so many of your friends die in front of your eyes that you swore to never associate yourself with humans. You hide yourself away from the prying eyes but in a moment of weakness, a human stumbles across you. And once reporting of your existence, your once peaceful life was no more as you caught wind of the emperor sending an entire army to kill you.

After a year of fighting however, the emperor realized even his men were no match to you, thus proposing a treaty with you stating that you remain silent and that if you were ever to do anything wrong, you would be sentenced to death.

You remember rolling your eyes at this knowing damn well it wouldn’t benefit you in the slightest. You smirk up at him in amusement. If he hadn’t attacked first, there would be no deaths, but of course, the emperor refuses to acknowledge that and instead places the blame of their deaths all on you. And you were not one to be stepped all over, especially not by a weak human like him.

“You may be the emperor of these people, but you are no emperor of mine,” you had said then, ignoring the chorus of gasps that rang around the court.

“I never caused any harm to your people until you decided to attack me first, but since you refuse to admit defeat I say, fuck your treaty,” you send the stunned emperor a wicked smile, “if you want to fight me, then I’ll welcome the death of your men with open arms. If it makes you feel better, I’ll make sure to put their blood to good use.”

You smile everytime you watch the fearful gaze of the humans around you, relishing in the murderous glare of the emperor before you. You weren’t even surprised to hear the next day that the media had twisted your words, making the citizens believe that you didn’t want to sign the peace treaty because you wanted to kill more people. The header of many newspapers being “I’ll welcome the death of your men with open arms. I’ll make sure to put their blood to good use.” Conveniently leaving out many of your words to fit their narrative.

The prejudice against mystical beings grew astronomically more than before which at the time you had no idea was possible given that there's always been bad tension between humans and nonhumans alike.

But because of your strong will against the emperor, many mystical beings looked up to you as their leader. As much as you wanted to live peacefully and quietly you had no choice but to take up that role.

Jungkook, like many others, was angered to hear you refuse to sign the peace treaty. He lost many of his friends by your hands and to hear that you wanted more bloodshed angered him to no end. It was then that he vowed to avenge his friends with your death.

And so here you are, the two of you engaged in a relentless battle, one of which has you two slowly losing your stamina.

Jungkook pants heavily, wiping the sweat dripping from his forehead as he attempts to catch his breath.

You can’t help but smirk, knowing he was reaching his limit. Though, you didn’t want to admit to it, but you yourself was feeling your stamina dwindling. And so, with all your power, you shoot a ball of light in his direction. He barely dodges it, but to his surprise, the ball suddenly explodes. The force of the blast causes him to fly in the air until he roughly lands on the ground.

He grunts in pain but when he lifts his head, he finds that you were no longer in the spot he last saw you.

Jin was the first to see the youngest limping towards the cabin they now reside in. He rushes forward with a worried expression, “Jimin get the bathtub ready!” The boy didn’t need to be told twice before he’s up from the couch and raced for the bathroom.

Jin and Namjoon wrap their hands around his waist as they guide him to the couch. Jungkook curses under his breath when his sore body lays on the cushion.

Hoseok shakes his head before scornfully looking down at the knight, “what did we tell you about fighting her on your own.”

The male in question turns his head away, “I thought for sure I’d beat her this time,” he mumbles under his breath.

“That’s what you said all those times before,” Taehyung raises a brow, “and each time ended the same way. With you hurt on our couch.” Again, Jungkook refuses to look anyone in the eye.

When the boy refuses to speak again, Jin lets out a sigh, “What should we do?” His question was more so directed towards the leader than anyone else, but instead of hearing an answer from him, the second oldest speaks up.

“Why don’t we just stop trying to kill her,” Yoongi suggests from where he sat, successfully gaining everyone’s attention from that one sentence.

Jimin furrows his brow as he emerges from the hallway after preparing for the bathtub, “what are you saying now? This has always been our end goal.”

Yoongi sighs, sending his group of friends a bored look, “Listen, I know we’ve always wanted to kill her but when you think about it, what has she ever done wrong?”

Jungkook can’t help but scoff before narrowing his eyes ever so slightly, “she killed our friends-”

“After they attacked her first,” the older male points out.

“She nearly burned down an entire village-”

“Again, after they attacked her first.” Yoongi repeats, raising a brow as though daring the male to deny anything he had just said, but seeing how he refused to reply he knew he was right to some extent.

Namjoon sighs tiredly, “what are you trying to say hyung.” Deep down, the wise leader shared the same sentiments but his opinions on mystical beings overshadowed his rational reasoning.

“I’m saying that we’re attacking someone who only fights to defend herself.” When no one dares to speak up, the older male doesn’t hesitate to continue, “listen, she hasn’t entirely harmed anyone unprovoked,” Yoongi starts reluctantly knowing that many of his friends had different viewpoints on the situation, “I say we leave her be.”

“And let her roam free?” Taehyung asks incredulously, staring at the older male like he grew three heads.

Jungkook purses his lips, still a deep frown on his face, “I agree, she’s a witch hyung. They’re notorious for working with the devil himself.”

Yoongi just sighs knowing there was no way of convincing his friends otherwise, especially the youngest who seemed to have it out for you the most, “all I’m saying is I refuse to spill an innocent person’s blood.”

Jungkook can’t help but feel agitated by what he was saying, he just couldn’t fathom that any of his friends would think in such a way. In his eyes you were a monster and you always will be. “She’s not innocent,” the boy nearly growls.

Yoongi scoffs and for the first time, glares at him as though he wasn’t his friend, “Neither are we.”

Without sparing them another glance, he rises from where he sat and walks away from his friends.

Jungkook sighs, unable to get enough sleep in the last few days, replaying Yoongi’s words over and over again that the thought of sleep never crossed his mind. He yawns, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he was making his way through the village.

He greets the village people cheerfully, a few school girls squealing in delight when he sends them a charming smile.

He thought it would be any regular day, but that smile of his falls off when he spots a familiar figure making their way to the orphanage in an almost sneaky and quiet manner. Sucking in a breath, he sprints forward with one hand on his sword. And in a matter of seconds, he tightly grips onto the figure's arm roughly, forcing them to stare directly into his blazing eyes.

“What are you doing,” he hisses in a warning tone as he stares at you and your wide eyes.

You snatch your arm away with ease, glaring at the man, “am I not allowed to walk freely anymore?”

He ‘tsks’, staring at you in doubt, “hard to believe for someone that’s a witch,” he spat out the words like it was poison in his mouth.

He wasn’t the least surprised to see the way your face hardened immediately. And before he knows it, a blast of light pushes him away from you, the force so strong he staggers back, nearly tripping over his own two feet. Thankfully, the skillful knight steadies himself in seconds, ready to fight you if need be.

You glower deeply at the man, “I don’t expect a pathetic human like you to think otherwise.”

He glares at you, “then what the fuck were you doing here huh?” he growls, taking a step forward, your faces now inches apart as you stood your ground, “are you so low that you’d mess with those children,” he accuses in a low voice.

You scoff in disgust at his accusation, as someone who was never one to let anyone walk all over you, you don’t back down and face him head on, “I would never intentionally harm children, ever.”

He scowls, “you’re a fucking liar,” he spats with a piercing gaze, he brings his sword out, “and I’m going to stop you before anything happens!” In the next second, he rushes forward with his sword raised, but just when he’s about to swing you swiftly dodge his attack and retaliate with one of your own.

He grunts when he receives the blow but that only deepens his scowl before he’s rushing forward once more.

The two of you engage in yet another relentless battle, the both of you not intending to submit to the other. Just like it’s always been for the past few months.

With a grunt, he swung his sword aimed at your head, but in a blink of an eye you disappeared from his sights. He falters for a bit and before he knows it, he feels someone roughly kick at his back.

He gasps as he loses his balance and falls to the ground. When he turns around, he’s not surprised to find your figure glaring down at him.

Sweat drips down your forehead, “tell me Jungkook, what have I ever done wrong to you?”

He furrows his brows, confused as to why you were suddenly asking as he slowly begins to stand up, his sword still tightly gripped to his hands, “you killed my friends,” he rasps while trying to catch your breath.

“After they attacked me!” you fumed with rage while waving your hands around, sharply gesturing at nothing, “you’d have to be fucking delusional if you think I wouldn’t fight back to defend myself.” The man chooses not to respond knowing that you were right to some extent, instead his stubborn self just sends you a glare.

You take a step back from the knight, your piercing gaze never once leaving his face, “I may be painted as the villain in your story but I’m not a monster no matter how much you want me to be.”

Jungkook stands there stunned for a moment, processing your words in his head and for some reason, he was feeling… different? He couldn’t understand what was going on in his mind, couldn’t understand the feeling he felt when you said those words but instead of dwelling on it, he shook it off.

“What’s going on?” a townsman suddenly asks, barging out of his home with a spear in his hand as he glared murderously at you. His grasp on the weapon was so tight his knuckles turned white, a clear indication of how ready he was to throw that at you.

An elderly woman gasps in horror as she puts a hand to her heart, “I bet she was thinking of attacking those poor innocent children!” She accuses in a shrill voice, the pitch so high you can’t help but wince.

You knit your brows, “no-” you were ready to defend yourself when yet another shrill scream interrupts you, hurting your ears even more.

“You monster!” a mother screams in horror, staring at you in disgust as she hides her child behind her protectively.

You couldn’t help but stare down at the child, but when you do they let out a scream and further cowers behind their mother, their fearful wide eyes nearly brimming with tears as they cling onto her leg, “mama I’m scared.”

You couldn’t ignore the pain that shot through your heart at the sight, completely oblivious of the odd look that Jungkook sent your way when he noticed this.

The mother glares at you, “how dare your kind come near here!” she sneers in disgust.

The man with the spear points the tip in your direction, “leave you monster!” He takes a few steps forward despite the tremble in his voice. It was clear that underneath his hardened exterior, was a man who was terrified of mystical beings. But his hatred for you was so strong he found the courage to face you.

You suck in a breath, and before anyone could make a move to attack you, a cloud of smoke surrounds the vicinity. The citizens gasp, nearly screaming in fear thinking it was poisoned as they try to wave the smoke away from their faces.

Jungkook coughs, his eyes squinting due to the smoke, but when it clears, just as he had expected, you’re gone.

For some reason, Jungkook couldn’t get the image of the hurt expression on your face. Why did you seem upset by what was said about you? You were a monster after all, why should you care?

And why was he so concerned over it? Why couldn’t he stop thinking about you despite you being his enemy.

He concludes that it’s because he’s the “hero” of the empire he sympathizes with everyone, because that’s just the type of person he was, but not once did he think he’d have these thoughts with you.

He was so immersed in his thoughts that he hadn’t realized he walked right into your territory. That is until he suddenly hears panicked cries of help in the distance.

“Mama help!”

Jungkook whips his head in the direction of the child’s screams immediately. Without giving it any thought, the man sprints at full speed, the cries of the child leading him.

With his agility and speed, it didn’t take long for Jungkook to emerge through the trees and into what seems like an isolated lake in the middle of the forest. And somewhat in the middle of said lake is a child flailing his arms around helplessly.

“Help!” he cries before his head goes under and his arms are the only body part seen above water.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to take his shoes, cape and heavy armor off and is immediately jumping right into the lake, swimming as fast as he can to reach the child. He can’t help the way his heart skips a beat when the kid starts to go under as he begins to lose his strength.

Jungkook dives deeper into the water with outstretched arms. Eventually, he reaches for the kid and with all his strength, he brings the child up to the surface. To his relief, the boy coughs up the water as he clings onto him.

“Hey hey it’s gonna be ok, I’ll bring you to land,” Jungkook reassures the trembling boy in his arms as he starts to swim back.

Eventually, Jungkook reaches land and doesn’t hesitate to put the child gently on the ground. He wraps him in his cape in order to warm him up as best as he could before frantically looking all over the area. “Don’t move, I’ll make a fire for you.”

Without another word, Jungkook rushes towards the forest in hopes of finding dry wood, which wasn’t hard to find. So in no time, the skillful knight creates a fire pit for the trembling boy. To his relief, he can see that his shivering had thankfully subsided after a few minutes.

He takes this time to observe him, noting how young he looked. He was probably around the ages of 7 or 9 if he had to guess. He stares at the boy in concern, “are you alright,” he asks in a hushed whisper.

The boy reluctantly lifts his head before nodding his head, “yes, thank you,” he whispers back, his voice hoarse from all the screaming he did earlier.

Jungkook sighs, “if you don’t mind me asking, but why on earth were you that far into the lake when it was clear you have no idea how to swim.” He hadn’t meant to be so stern to the boy but he needed him to know the reality of the situation, he could have died had he not been there at the right time.

The boy has the decency to look ashamed as he casts his eyes to the ground, “I-I was playing in the trees like that one over there that slightly hangs over the lake,” he points and when Jungkook turns around in the general direction, he does in fact notice the tree he was talking about, “I slipped and landed right into the lake,” he confesses before wrapping the cape over his body even more.

Jungkook’s eyes softened, “well just make sure not to do that again, ok?” He gives him a small smile when he just nods his head, “what’s your name?”

The boy looks up shyly, “Jisung,” he answers in a quiet voice.

He smiles, “I’m Jungkook, nice to meet you.” He turns his head to look over the lake just to inspect the branch the boy was talking about. But in doing so, he missed the way the boy had frozen in his spot on the ground at the reveal of his name.

Of course, Jungkook remains oblivious to this when he turns back to look over the boy. Now that it was clear that he was not hurt he can’t help but wonder why he was here, in this part of the forest especially, “kids like you shouldn’t be roaming around this forest.”

He was surprised to find Jisgun raising a brow, “why not?” he asked in a much different tone from before, no longer was he a shy boy in front of him.

Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion, “haven’t you heard? The dark witch lives here, she might hurt a cute little thing like you,” he teases, not wanting to scare the boy even further, but much to his surprise, the child just glares menacingly at him.

“No, she might hurt an ugly big thing like you,” he hisses. Jungkook nearly chokes on his own spit as he was stunned to hear the almost defensive bite in his voice before he watches the boy stand from where he sat and roughly toss his cape back at him.

Jungkook soon scrambles to his feet, following the child even deeper into the forest, “w-wait! It’s dangerous!”

The boy can’t help but roll his eyes, “yeah for you, not me,” the boy snaps over his shoulder, though he stops abruptly when Jungkook reaches for his arm.

“Stop-”

“My mom doesn’t like you.”

Again he was rendered speechless as he had no idea why this boy, the same one he had just saved, was treating him like this.

He can’t help but frown deeply, “she doesn’t? Everyone loves me,” he responds cockily.

The boy just scoffs in disgust, “not my mama, and most certainly not me.”

Jungkook can’t help but knit his brows together, “who’s your mother-” but before he could even finish his question, a strong gust of wind appeared out of nowhere, so strong that he felt himself stumbling back until his back hit the ground roughly, eliciting a groan of pain that escaped his mouth.

“Jisung!”

To his utter surprise, you appear out of nowhere, engulfing the boy in your arms immediately. “Are you ok?” You ask frantically, scanning his entire body for any indication that he was hurt. It was only when you heard a groan did you realize who the man next to him was.

Jungkook feels the air around him crackle as he can feel your powers seeping out of you.

“What did you do to him,” you snarl murderously, both your eyes and hands glowing as you were ready to protect the boy if he tried to attack.

Jungkook widens his eyes, “nothing! I didn’t do anything!”

“Bullshit,” you growl, taking a step forward with the intent to blast another ball of energy towards him until you feel Jisung cling onto your arm. Looking down, you find him staring up at you with wide eyes.

“Mama, he saved me!” he cried out desperately. Sure he didn’t necessarily like the man but he didn’t want to see him get harmed since after all, he did save his life. “I was drowning in the lake and he came to save me!”

You furrow your brows, processing what he had said before shifting your attention back to the man on the ground, “you saved him?” you ask in disbelief.

Jungkook coughs, sitting up as he leans against his arms while nodding his head, “I save everyone.”

“Is that really how it is,” you hum in doubt, the glow of your eyes and hands subsiding slightly as Jisung’s grip on you tightens.

Jungkook stares at the two of you in silence, never did he ever imagine you would be a mother. “I didn’t know you had a child,” he didn’t realize he uttered his thoughts out loud until he saw the way you froze in your spot.

“He’s not my biological child,” you mutter under your breath.

He furrowed his brows in confusion, his eyes shifting between yours and the boy behind you, “then who’s?”

Your eyes widen, “it’s none of your business,” you snap after realizing you were revealing too much, “if you value your life, never mention this to anyone,” you growl, a thread of warning in your voice as you give him one last glare before turning on your heel, ushering Jisung to move in front of you.

Jungkook can only watch helplessly as the two of you walk further into the forest and away from him. He lets out a sigh and rubs at his temples in a tired manner, with his eyes closed, he’s oblivious to the curious looks sent his way by the boy.

“What did I tell you about going too far on your own?” you fumed as you went into mom mode.

Jisung flinches knowing he was in deep trouble after what he did. He just wasn’t aware of his surroundings this time. He was always careful and never disobeyed so he underestimated his own limits.

“But mama-”

“Now they know about your existence!” You couldn’t help the way your voice rose. The panic and adrenaline you felt from before when you realized he was missing came rushing back to you the moment you saw Jungkook grabbing onto him. The very man you had hoped never even knew of his existence, but it’s too late now. He knows. And now for the first time in a while, you were afraid.

“I’m sorry,” Jisung whimpers tearfully. He was never one to enjoy being scolded so he did everything in his power never to get you angry. But on the rare occasions that he got in trouble, he could never stop the way his eyes welled with tears.

Your eyes soften at his glistening eyes, letting out a sigh before you pull him into a tight hug, your arms wrapping around the small boy affectionately as he doesn’t hesitate to hug you right back, “I’m sorry my love, I was just so worried,” you whisper, leaning down to place a soft kiss to his forehead, “you are my weakness, the only way for them to hurt me is by hurting you. And I don’t want to ever see you hurt.”

The boy sucks in a breath as he tries to fight back a cry, “I know mama, I’m sorry for going against your rules.”

“Those rules are set to protect you and only you, love,” you pull away, cupping his cheek gingerly, your eyes staring into the ones you could never get tired of seeing, “I don’t plan to keep you trapped here forever, so please promise me that you’ll never go that far without me, got it?”

The corners of your lips lift when you see him nod his head, “I promise mama.”

Still, despite the reassurance, nothing could stop your racing heart from beating out of its chest.

It seems that Jungkook had a death wish when you find the man standing by the lake where you and Jisung normally came to play. You hadn’t noticed him at first, too immersed in playing with Jisung, so when you saw his figure approaching in the corner of your eyes you hastily created a barrier between you.

“What are you doing here,” you hissed, pulling Jisung protectively behind you.

Jungkook raises a brow, crossing his arms across his chest defensively, “can I not be here?”

You can’t stop the scowl from forming on your face, “you can't.”

He scoffs, eyeing you up and down, “I don’t recall this forest belonging to you.”

You pressed your lips together in anger, “don’t you know, only the dark witch roams this forest,” your voice dripping with spite and sarcasm as you used the same words he had said.

“So I’ve heard,” he grumbles, immediately knowing the intent behind your words, “but at the moment all I see is a mother playing with her child.”

You freeze at this before your eyes narrow dangerously, “so what? Have you come to fight once more with him here?” you seethed, your grip around the boy behind you tightens as the minutes pass by.

To your surprise, he raises his hands in the air, “I have no weapons on me nor am I wearing any protective gear.” You were so focused on protecting Jisung that you hadn’t noticed the lack of weapons or armor on the man.

Jungkook was surprised to find the barrier between you slowly disappearing from his sights. He slowly lowers his hands to his side, but with your unchanging expression, he knows you were still suspicious of him.

You remain in your defensive stance, not intending to let your guard down anytime soon, “are you going to use this child against me?”

“Is that how you view me?” he asks in disbelief with slightly narrowed eyes, “using a child to my advantage?”

You scoff in his direction, “you’re my enemy, how else am I supposed to view you.”

“We only fight when you torment those people.”

“I fight to defend myself,” you correct him. No matter how much the media tries to twist your words and actions, nothing will change the fact that you never fight anyone without reason.

Jungkook lets out a huff of air, “you ruined Mr. Park’s crops and killed his entire farm animals,” he reminds you. He remembers the day vividly, the way he and his friends rushed to the farm to find you tormenting the farmer and his family. Just as he was about to reach you, you disappeared right before his eyes.

You can’t help but clench your fists in anger, “he murdered a group of centaur children!” you snarled, “what comes around goes around.”

He narrows his eyes, a frown forming on his lips, “two wrongs do not make a right.”

You roll your eyes at this, “sorry Mr. Hero, not all of us have the same morals. I’m tired of you humans behaving without thinking about the consequences of your actions,” you pause, your eyes still as cold and icy as before, “if you give me shit I’ll give it to you right back,” you warn.

You feel a tug on your shirt, “mama you swore,” Jisung whispers.

You still for a moment before letting out a sigh, “sorry hunny,” you mutter dejectedly.

The corners of Jungkook’s mouth lift slightly, but when he realizes he clears his throat in an attempt to hide the fact that he had almost smiled just then. “Is your mother good to you,” he asks, his question directed to the boy behind you. He had expected you to curse him out for talking to him, but to his surprise, you remained quiet.

Jisung hides further back behind you, “my mama said not to talk to strangers.”

Jungkook sends him a small smile however, crouching down until he is at the same height as the boy, “oh but we met before remember?”

He was stunned to see the boy turn his head away, “sorry I have a bad memory.” You stop yourself last second from laughing at the child, especially enjoying the flustered look on Jungkook’s face.

He purses his lips together, “Like mother like son I see…” he mutters under his breath before clearing his throat. “But I know your mother well,” he starts again, trying to gain his trust.

Jisung nods his head, “I know, and she says she doesn’t like you.”

Jungkook shifts his eyes to you momentarily, your eyes locking to each other before he turns to the child, “what else does she say,” he asks curiously.

“That you’re ugly and smelly.”

Jungkook lets out an offended noise as you turn your head. He scoffs before standing tall once more, “you taught him well I see,” he grumbles in your direction.

You pat the boy's head affectionately as he wraps his arms around your waist, “when the entire world is against you, you have no choice but to teach them young.”

“The entire world isn’t against you.” He tries to defend, but who was he kidding, mystical beings weren’t seen as anything but savages.

The scowl on your face returns, “easy to say for someone who’s a human,” you spat bitterly. You couldn’t help the anger that rose in you when he said those words knowing he would never have to go through what you and thousands of nonhumans have to go through on a daily basis.

“It’s not always easy to live as a human, y'know,” his tone slightly defensive, a frown etched on his face as he stands his ground.

You can’t help but roll your eyes at this, “so sorry I’m sure your life is very hard,” your voice dripping with sarcasm, agitating the man before you even more.

Before he could even make another snide remark, Jisung pulls at your clothes, “mama I’m hungry,” he whines softly, his big eyes staring up at yours.

You nod your head, “we’ll get going then sweetie,” the corners of your lips curl slightly upward when the boy smiles brightly up at you.

Jungkook quirks a brow when he finally notices something that he should’ve realized before when he takes a good look at the boy. The way you were so protective over the boy, the way he was unable to use powers to save himself, and the way he looked like any normal village boy.

“You’re a human,” he mutters in disbelief.

You whip your head in his direction, a scowl on your face as your hands tighten around the boy, “you’re seeing things.”

Jungkook shakes his head insistently, “no, I’m seeing correctly,” he points at the slightly scared look of the boy behind you, “that boy is a human.” He stares up at you with wide eyes, “did you kidnap him from the orphanage?” He couldn’t help the way his mind went immediately to that conclusion and he knew the moment he said those words, it would anger you to no end.

You glower menacingly at the man because of course the man would think that. “Of course not,” you hiss.

Jungkook furrows his brows, “then why else would you be at the orphanage.” His voice clearly expressed his doubts and suspicions.

“Mama said she was observing,” Jisung’s speaks up then, not at all appreciating the way the man before him was treating you. “She wanted to learn more about human kids so she could take better care of me. She’s not a monster,” he defends with a scowl on his face as he stares at the man with dark eyes.

Jungkook widens his eyes, his gaze shifting from you to the little boy behind you. He didn’t know how to respond to that.

You didn’t even want to look him in the eye now that he knows why you were visiting the orphanage in secret.

“Y/n-”

“Jisung it’s time to go,” your dull voice says, your hand coming down to grab the boy's wrist, practically dragging him along with you.

Jungkook furrows his brows, his hand out reaching towards you two, “Wait-”

“If you touch me you’re losing that arm.”

Jungkook instantly freezes knowing you meant every word you said. He retracts his hand away from you. Thankfully he was smart enough not to test your patience and follow you.

And so he stands there frozen in his spot, watching helplessly as you and Jisung walk further into the forest. He stayed there until you were both finally far away enough that he could no longer see you.

You and Jisung walk hand in hand as you emerge from the trees to the lake, though the moment you step foot on the grass you can’t stop the way your eye rolls, “Jisung let’s turn back,” you grumble in an agitated tone.

The boy pouts cutely, “but we just got here mama.”

You smile softly at the boy, caressing his hair gently, “I know love but a big ugly monster just showed up,” you respond in a gentle tone, poking his nose trying to coax him into walking back into the forest.

Jisung frowns before shifting his gaze to the lake, though he can’t help but tilt his head, “but mama isn’t that Sir Jungkook?”

“My point exactly.”

“Hello!”

You freeze before sending a bored look in the knight's direction. Ever since the first time he came to visit, he’s made it his mission to come nearly everyday, and you’ve made it your mission to avoid this part of the forest since. But Jisung had started to complain about wanting to go to the lake, and the boy knew he could get whatever he wanted from you with enough convincing.

“What are you doing here,” your voice still as cold and distant as before.

Jungkook just shrugs his shoulders, “I just happened to be in the area.”

You scoff, eyeing the man suspiciously, clearly not convinced, “is that right?”

“Indeed,” he replies, his voice as serious as yours. The both of you maintain eye contact though you break the silence when Jisung tugs at your shirt again.

“What are you really doing here Jungkook,” you spat out the words, your patience running thin now.

He lets out a sigh, his shoulders visibly relaxing, “I came here to finally apologize.”

You’re rendered speechless, never having expected those words to ever be uttered out of his mouth. “Excuse me?”

He raises his head high, “I came here to apologize,” he repeats once more, “I’m sorry for accusing you of wanting to harm those children, it was wrong of me to assume you’d do that,” he explains, all the while holding a serious tone, hoping that his sincerity reached you.

You remain quiet, not knowing how to respond to that as you stand there with a stunned expression.

Jungkook started getting nervous at your prolonged silence, granted he didn’t expect much but he would at least want you to say something. It took everything in him to find the courage to apologize. For the past few days his mind was going haywire trying to understand the conflicting feelings going on in his mind.

Instead of responding to the man, you just wordlessly turn away, taking Jisung with you despite the confused look on the boy's face. With your back turned away, you don’t notice the way Jungkook’s face falls as you walk further away from him.

Unfortunately for you, Jungkook was never one to give up so easily, so without fail he visited the lake everyday for weeks. He managed to gain Jisung’s trust which wasn’t so hard seeing how he brought sweets and toys for the young boy despite your warnings. As for you, you still had your suspicions, not once letting your guard down as you eyed him with narrowed and analyzing eyes.

So you sit a bit behind as Jisung plays with toys that Jungkook brought for him.

Jungkook turns his head, his eyes immediately finding your narrowed ones. His lips form a flat line, almost contemplating in his head before shifting his attention back to the boy next to him, “hey Jisung,” the boy hums letting him know he’s listening, “do you mind playing on your own, I want to talk to your mother.”

Jisung hesitates for a moment before nodding his head, playing with his toys in bliss.

Jungkook smiles softly before rising from his spot on the grass and slowly approaches your figure. You raise a brow, your body tensing as the man plops on the ground next to you lazily. Your eyes follow his every movement.

Neither one of you speak for a while, not that you wanted to anyway. You didn’t know what to say, afterall, what could you possibly talk about to the person you’ve fought with for the past months.

“I’m sorry,” again Jungkook apologizes. He always brings it up everytime he gets to speak to you. He expected you to ignore him like you always do, but to his surprise, you let out a defeated sigh.

“It’s fine,” you grumble reluctantly under your breath, your head turned away as you refuse to look back at him. Though no matter how quiet you may have been, the man heard you loud and clear.

He lets out a sigh of relief feeling like a weight got lifted off from his shoulders. He didn’t know why, but the image of you plagued his mind for weeks, and he couldn’t rest until he got your forgiveness. Strange.

You clear your throat, “t-thank you for giving Jisung all these toys,” you turn away from the man when he shifts his head in your direction.

“It’s no problem,” he turns his head to stare at the boy playing by himself, “they were just lying around, I felt like someone would appreciate and play with them,” he explains, but truthfully, they weren’t used toys, he had gone to the store and bought them himself.

Silence takes over the both of you as you sit and watch Jisung play to his heart's content. No matter how often you’ve seen the man, you still haven’t gotten used to his presence around you, especially when just a little over a month ago you two were at each other's throats.

“I think I preferred us fighting over this,” you let out a huff of air, sending the knight next to you a bored look.

Jungkook scoffs, finally taking this time to shift his attention to you, “I don’t know, it’s nice not being sore everyday,” he stretches his neck, “sometimes I’d be bed ridden after a fight with you.”

You raise a brow, “and who’s fault is that?”

Jungkook too mimics your expression as he eyes you from where he sat, “yours for hurting me.”

You scoff, “no it's yours for thinking you could ever win against me.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue, moving to lay on the grass with his eyes closed, “one of these days I will.” He lays comfortably with his arms crossed behind his head.

You let out a huff of hair, staring down at the man next to you, your eyes slowly losing the hardness and coldness it once held, “how are you so certain that day will come. I could kill you right now.”

You nearly flinch when he opens his eyes, his big doe eyes locking onto yours instantly, “if you truly wanted to kill me, you would’ve done so ages ago,” he replies confidently, “you don’t enjoy killing people, don’t you.” The sentence was more of a statement than a question.

You hate to admit it, but he was right. You never truly did enjoy having to take the lives of thousands of people. Even now, when you could easily kill him, ending the relentless battle between you two, you didn’t have it in you to do such a thing. Unless he attacks first, you weren’t planning to initiate the fight anytime soon.

Instead of responding, you turn your head away from the man, oblivious of the growing smirk on his face knowing he was right. He takes this chance to stare at you, fully taking a good look at you. He hadn’t noticed it before, maybe because his mind was clouded with revenge, but you were a rather beautiful person. Granted he knew you were pretty, even when you two fought he would sometimes get distracted with your beauty but nothing could compare to the way you were at this moment.

You have a more gentle expression on your face, the sunlight hitting you at the perfect angle, he couldn’t help but view you as an angel. Though the longer he stared, he noticed a fallen leaf stuck on your hair. Without even thinking about it, he finds himself sitting up from his lying position only to reach over with the intent to take it away. He hadn’t realized that he was slowly leaning towards you, not until you turned around to face him when you felt his presence coming closer.

And when you did turn around, you were shocked to find his face nearly inches apart from yours. The two of you sat there in silence for a second before you both realized how close you were.

Jungkook widens his eyes before quickly pulling away and clearing his throat, “y-you have something in your hair,” he stutters, his cheeks tinted red as he was always the one who was most nervous around women among his group of friends.

Blood rushes to your cheeks, your hands raising to your hair to get rid of whatever he was referring to, “t-thanks I guess,” you mumble, still refusing to look at the man in the eyes.

The two of you don’t speak again after that, watching in silence as Jisung squeals in delight as he plays with the new toys he got this week.

“You haven’t gone to fight Y/n recently.”

Jungkook freezes when he hears the cold voice of Jimin behind him. He slowly turns around with a raised brow, “what do you mean?”

Jimin, unphased by his question, narrows his eyes ever so slightly, “you haven’t come home bruised up like before in a while, have you given up already?”

Jungkook takes a nervous gulp before trying his best to sport a more blank expression, “of course I haven’t,” he lies. Since getting to know you, the thought of ending your life never once crossed his mind, which to this day, still surprises him since you were a witch.

Jimin ‘tsks’ clearly not convinced by his excuses, “after so many years together, you think I don’t know when you’re lying to me? What have you been doing that’s taken up most of your time?” doubt and suspicion laced in his voice.

Jungkook can’t help but roll his eyes, his eyes furrowing at the sudden attitude, “you don’t need to know every damn thing I do,” he snaps.

Jimin scowls, “we’re a team who’s here on a mission, we need to stay focused if we want to take her down,” he nearly growls in a frustrated manner.

Instead, of arguing further Jungkook just scoffs before turning away, “we may be a team but I have my own life outside of this mission,” he steps forward, coming face to face to his older friend, “one that I don’t plan on telling you about and nothing you say will change my mind.”

Jimin knits his brows together as his breath hitches, “Jungkook-“

“I gotta go,” the man interrupts him, moving towards the front door and in the process brushes past him roughly, “I’ll warn you, if you follow me it won’t end well for the both of us.”

Jimin stands there stunned as that was the first time the two have ever spoken like that to each other. And without another word, Jungkook steps out the door, slamming it roughly behind him.

Behind them, neither of the two men noticed that Yoongi was silently eavesdropping on their conversation. The older man lets out a hum as he watches the way Jungkook walks off in the distance. Suddenly finding his strange behavior intriguing.

It’s been over a month since Jungkook apologized to you, and now his hand was gently raking through your hair as you laid on his lap lazily. Overtime, your relationship with Jungkook had changed drastically, a complete 180 from before. If over a month ago someone had told you that you’d be lying on Jungkook’s lap, you would have laughed in their faces and told them they were being delusional. And yet, here you were in that exact position as Jisung was playing yet again by the lake.

Jungkook caresses your hair staring down at you with soft eyes. Who would have thought the one person he wanted dead a little over a month ago was now laying on his lap. He didn’t know when the shift in his heart changed but he’s glad that it did, because in the weeks that he’s spent with you he’s learned a lot, like from your likes and dislikes to the way you would laugh at every small inconvenience and the soft look always present on your face whenever you were looking at Jisung.

It was one of his favorite expressions on you to the point that he would find himself mesmerized by the affectionate look on your face.

He has secretly been visiting you and Jisung everyday now for weeks without letting any of his brothers find out. It was hard trying to come up with an excuse every time they asked, but eventually they stopped asking when they realized he wasn’t going to give them his real answer. He knows they don’t believe him, so he’s thankful that they haven’t pestered him about the issue any further.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he starts in a hushed whisper, gaining your attention as you move your head to look up at him, “you say Jisung isn’t your biological child, so how did you come to take care of him?” This was the one question that has been plaguing his mind when he first found out he wasn’t your biological child.

You bite your lips, clearly hesitant on revealing the truth but in the end, you just let out a sigh while averting your eyes elsewhere, “his entire family was dying in a house fire,” you whisper as your eyes soften, your mind recalling the moment vividly in your head.

On one of your nightly scouting, you had immediately noticed a bright light in the distance accompanied by a large smoke. You let out a gasp before dashing forward in a full sprint in the direction of the fire. Initially you thought the forest was on fire, but the closer you got, instead of finding trees on fire, it was a house.

When you went to investigate, you listened in horror at the sound of screams and cries for help coming from within the house. You press your lips together knowing this house belonged to a human family. You never wanted to associate yourself with their kind knowing one look at you would have them screaming in fear, but you couldn’t ignore their screams no matter how much you hated them.

So, you suck in a breath and head straight into the burning house. Once inside, you were shocked to find a woman wheezing on the ground. Her body was being crushed as piles of plywood fell on top of her rendering her motionless as all she could do was helplessly lay there until she bled to death.

But that’s not what scared you, it was the quiet motionless baby in her hands that had your mind reeling.

When she looks up, you watch as her eyes widen in shock. You thought she would scream in horror at your presence but instead, tears well up in her eyes as she extends her arms, pushing her baby forward. “Please! Save my baby!”

Your breath hitches before you’re rushing forward. Your eyes scan the area frantically trying to find a way to save the woman, as though reading your mind, she shakes her head, “Please! I don’t have much time to live,” she violently coughs up blood, desperately trying to cling onto whatever life she still has, “his name is Jisung,” again, she can’t help but cough, trying to catch her breath, “I know you’re a witch, but please just let him live a good life.” Her eyes tearfully stare up into yours, “please.”

Your breath hitches as you clutch the boy in your arms, your eyes widening in horror at the blood pooling beneath her, “please I can save you-” before you could finish your sentence, parts of the ceiling crumbles and fall above you, thankfully you swiftly dodge it before it actually hurt you. You gasp when flames engulf the now fallen piece.

“Please hurry! Get out!” The woman screams desperately with tears streaming down her cheek.

You suck in a breath, staring at the woman with sad eyes one last time before turning on your heel straight out to the front door all the while holding onto the baby tightly.

When she watches your figure running away, she couldn’t help but send a small smile with her tears still nonstop falling on her face, “thank you.”

Once outside, you turn around at the right time to see her tearful smile, but before you could even do anything to save her, the house collapses on top of her until she is no longer visible anymore. You gasp in horror as you stand there watching the unforgiving flames engulf the house entirely, or whatever is left of the house.

And the baby that was once quiet in your arms, finally lets out a shrill cry as though he knew he just lost his family.

You didn’t know it then, but her smile will forever be etched in your mind as a reminder to protect the child she entrusted you with.

The next day, you find the woman's body completely unidentifiable at that point. But that doesn’t stop you from giving her a proper burial. You stand before her grave with her son in your arms with a determined look.

“I promise to protect him with my life.”

You had told Jisung long ago about his real mother, not wanting to hide that fact from him. And so every year, on the day of her death anniversary, you never forget to pay your respects to her with him by your side, hoping that wherever she is she could watch him grow as the years go by.

Jungkook’s eyes widen as you tell him this story, his heart hurting at the death of his real mother. He couldn’t imagine the pressure and guilt residing within you during that time. He shifts his head in Jisung’s direction, “if it makes you feel better, you’re doing one hell of a good job raising him. I’m sure his biological mother would be very proud.”

With his attention on the boy, he doesn’t notice the way you freeze in your spot. You stare up at the man in silence, your feelings conflicting with your personal thoughts about humans. You had vowed to never associate yourself with any human other than Jisung, yet here you are laying on the lap of the one person you swore to hate forever.

Throughout your time together, you can’t help but admire the man’s beauty. No matter how much you wanted his life to end months ago, there was no denying that Jungkook was one of the most handsome men you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

As though sensing your gaze, he looks down at you, sending you a small smile as he tilts his head, “what?”

“You’re really handsome.”

Jungkook nearly chokes on his own spit at that, looking down at you with wide eyes. You too stare up at him in shock, blood instantly rushing up to your cheeks when you realize what you had just blurted out.

“Mama look at me!” Jisung cheerfully yells, twirling around in the cape that Jungkook had gifted him, the boy waving around his wooden sword pretending to fight against his enemies.

You heave a sigh of relief, taking this opportunity to get out of this awkward situation. You smile brightly before getting off of Jungkook, oblivious of the way the knight pouts at the loss of feeling you on him. You dust your dress before waving your arms, “watch out Sungie, the scary witch is coming for you,” you play along in a deep scary voice, contrasting the childish giggle that escaped Jisung’s mouth as he readies his sword.

Jungkook can only watch the two of you from where he sat, completely oblivious of the way a small smile was now adoring his face.

Jungkook was just preparing another gift for Jisung, ready to leave when suddenly, thundering footsteps began approaching him. He quickly grabs for his sword, ready to defend himself until he realizes that the figure approaching him was Taehyung. But his body was still on high alert when his panicked face came closer.

“Jungkook hurry! It’s an emergency!”

He instantly takes his sword out, “what?! What’s going on?!”

Taehyung pants, trying to catch his breath, “the witch,” he takes a deep breath, “she’s ruining Mr. Jung’s farm!”

At this, Jungkook curses under his breath before he’s dashing right out the door at full speed. EVen from a distance, he could see smoke rising in the air with a few village people running in the opposite direction.

In a matter of seconds, Jungkook and Taehyung arrive in the vicinity only to find you fighting against Hoseok and Jimin. Your heated glare might as well be hot enough to cause the flames.

Jungkook widens his eyes, frantically looking all over the place in hopes of trying to stop you. But when he turns his head again, he’s shocked to find Jimin staggering backward at a rather harsh blow from you until he falls to the ground.

Just as you were about to strike down on him, a sword quickly blocked your attack. You weren’t at all surprised to find the owner of the sword belonging to Jungkook.

He grunts as he roughly pushes you away, “what the fuck are you doing?!” he growls. He thought you were finally going to change your ways. He thought he finally understood you, yet here you were, in the same position you two were months ago.

But the longer he thought about it, the longer it made no sense. You wouldn’t do that without a good reason, and for that, he slowly lowers his sword, a gesture that you noticed immediately.

Your gaze softens yet was still cold and hardened, “this man,” you point at the trembling farmer behind you, “tried to burn down the forest that I and many mystical beings reside in,” you glower at him menacingly, the look frightening the farmer even more, “if I hadn’t caught him in the act he would have killed hundreds of mystical beings!”

You were so furious that you hadn’t noticed the way Jungkook was approaching you before he gripped your shoulders tightly, forcing you to face him. He stares intensely at your face, “you need to stop.”

You scrunch up your face instead of pushing him away, “and why should I?” you sass, slightly surprising the other men around you as you hadn’t unleashed your wrath on the knight for touching you.

Still, Jungkook refuses to let you go, if anything his grip on you tightens, “if you fight him, you’ll further be viewed as a monster Y/n,” he warns in a much softer tone, yet still as sternly as before.

You scoff, “isn’t that how it always is,” you mutter bitterly with clenched fists.

He frowns before shaking his head, “it shouldn’t be,” he whispers so only you heard him. You can’t help but freeze at that, the feeling of anger within you subsiding almost instantly. You watch as his eyes soften ever so slightly, “you were wronged, so let us handle their punishment, ok?” he scans your face for confirmation, letting out a satisfied hum when you nod your head.

At your silence, he turns his head in the direction of the trembling farmer. The older man puts on a show as his trembling legs run up to him. He clutches his shoulder tightly, “Sir Jungkook kill her what are you doing?!” he bellows, “that witch was about to-”

“What were you doing last night?”

The man stops what he’s about to say as he stares up at the icy stare the knight was sending him. His cold expression leaves no room for the man to make excuses.

The farmer gulps nervously, “I was just taking a midnight stroll.”

Jungkook raises a brow, clearly not convinced in the slightest, he sighs before his piercing gaze returns to the trembling man, “Hoseok Hyung, take this man to get questioned,” he states in a harsh tone.

Hoseok turns to him in confusion, but instead of questioning him, he adheres to his demand. He’ll just have to question him another time. Mr. Jung widens his eyes, clearly not having expected this outcome to lead to him getting arrested.

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” he shrieks, trying to fight against Hoseok and Taehyung as they begin dragging him off the field, “she’s a witch, kill her!” he continuously bellowed until he was far away enough to no longer be heard.

Jungkook turns his head to ask whether you were alright, but you had disappeared before he even got the chance to do so. His eyes scan the area in hopes to catch a glimpse of where you had escaped to but of course it was a futile attempt.

“Jungkook, what are you doing?”

The knight turns his head to find Jimin’s blank expression, “hm?”

Jimin presses his lips in a tight line, “instead of fighting her, you’re… helping her.”

Jungkook averts his eyes elsewhere, staring at the forest in the distance, “it seems that way,” he mutters absentmindedly.

At this, Jimin tilts his head with a deep frown, “why? Why are you helping the witch?” He just couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Jungkook was the last person he expected to behave like this.

“I don’t know.” And Jungkook meant it because he truly didn’t understand his feelings for you at all. Why was he defending you when all he wanted this whole time was to end your life.

“You don’t know?” Jimin repeats incredulously. He was observing the interaction between you two quietly, watching carefully at the way you two spoke and looked at each other. “Has she finally bewitched you,” he whispers in mild disgust and disappointment.

Jungkook freezes in his spot, clenching his fists in anger, “and if I have?” he replies in a cold voice, turning his head to finally face his lifelong friend. “If I have, what would you do.”

The two men engage in an intense staring contest in silence as neither one has any idea how to react. Jungkook’s blazing eyes staring directly into Jimin’s as though daring him to speak his mind in that moment, and Jimin was never one to back down from a challenge.

“Then I would replace you and kill her myself,” was his response.

Jungkook grew hot, the thought of anyone laying their hands on you now left a sour taste in his mouth. “What?”

Jimin raises a brow at this reaction, “You heard me, I’ll kill her myself since you don’t have the courage to do so.” He said those words with the intent to rile him up, and his plan was working.

Jungkook can’t help but scoff in his direction, “as if you would ever win against her. If I can't, what makes you think you can,” he replies cockily, his head held high.

Jimin stills for a moment before he too raises his head high, “then I won’t stop until I do.”

It was then that Jungkook couldn’t help but grow protective over you, “don’t fucking touch her,” he fumes, spatting out the words through clenched teeth.

Jimin scowls at him, his fist clenched as he takes a few steps closer, “and why the fuck not huh?” When he’s at an arm's length the older male roughly pushes at his shoulders, “don’t fucking tell me you like her now.”

The moment he laid his hands on him, all Jungkook could see was red as he moves to roughly push at him as well, “that’s none of your fucking business asshole!”

Jimin widens his eyes, it was like his mind was slowly beginning to piece things together and when it does, he lets out a growl, stepping up to him with clenched fists. But before anything could happen Namjoon suddenly appears and steps in between the two.

“What’s gotten into you two!”

Neither one of the men says anything, choosing to just glare at each other instead. And without another word, Jungkook turns on his heels and leaves the men behind in anger ass all they can do is watch his figure walk away.

If he got anything out of this, his talk with Jimin was all he needed to know his true feelings for you.

After ensuring that Jisung was tucked away in his bed, you make your way out the door doing your nightly routine of inspecting the area for any stray enemies lurking through the forest.

You don’t normally find anything other than the occasional assassin who believes he could catch you in your sleep. You thought that’s what you sensed when you felt a presence behind you. You still for a moment before swiftly turning back to catch the perpetrator off guard only for them to snatch your wrists in midair, rendering you motionless for a split second.

With your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you immediately recognize the person being none other than Jeon Jungkook.

You retract your hand away from his grip, pushing him off you slightly, “christ Jungkook I thought you were an assassin! You can’t just appear like that out of nowhere!” you scold sternally, a hand to your heart as you try to calm yourself down from the adrenaline.

“Sorry, I came to see if you were alright,” was his response, his tone was much more different than usual.

You let out a sigh of relief, “thank you but I’m fine, I’m used to it anyway,” you try to lighten the mood by sending him a small smile. Though you can’t help but tilt your head in confusion over the eerie silence between you two.

“Jungkook-”

“Why can’t I stop thinking about you.”

You pause, your eyes widening momentarily with your lips parted in surprise, “what?”

Jungkook presses his lips together as his hard eyes stare directly into yours, “ever since we started talking instead of fighting, my mind has been clouded with thoughts about you and only you.”

You suck in a breath, your cheeks growing warm at his confession, “what kind of thoughts?”

Jungkook clicks his tongue, “the kind of thoughts where I wonder how your day was, are you safe, are you with Jisung, what you ate, everything about you really,” he pauses for a moment, his eyes shifting down to your lips, “even dirty thoughts,” he whispers in a low voice, his hooded eyes staring up at you.

Your eyes widen, taking a step back in surprise, “what are you talking about.”

He begins to stalk forward as you take a step back, “you don’t know? The way your face, your voice affects my body? You really don’t know how you affect me?” He continues approaching you, and when you don’t respond the corners of his lips lift slightly, “I’ve barely gotten any sleep because of you.”

You let out a soft gasp when your back touches a tree, but before you could even scurry away, his hands slam next to your head, his large build successfully caging you between his body and the tree. “I wanted to kill you,” he whispers in a low voice, “that’s been my end goal this entire time. Yet the moment I see that dumb smile of yours my heart melts and that’s all I can think about for the rest of the day.”

He brings his hand down, his thumb running across your bottom lip, “what kind of spell do you have me under.”

You furrow your brows, “I’ve never casted any spell on you.”

He hums, “then I suppose these are my real true feelings.”

“I suppose so.”

The two of you just stand there, staring up at one another in silence, and before you know it, you see him leaning in.

When you notice this, you tilt your head slightly back, “Jungkook we shouldn’t,” you whisper, your noses now brushing up against each other. Your faces were so close that just a nod of your head will have your lips touching.

“Why not,” he whispers in a low voice, his hands now snaking around your waist as he pulls you closer to him, “why do we need to stop, hm?” his hot breath hitting your face as he says this.

You bite your lips, noticing the way his eyes follow the movement, “because we’re two different people living two different worlds, we shouldn’t be together.”

“Does that look like I give a damn about it?” he nearly snarls, his breath hitting you harshly. You gasp when you feel his hand roughly grope your ass, “why should it matter what they think of us?” he growls in your ear, his hand never once leaving your butt.

You tilt your head away, hoping he’d take the hint but instead, he latches his lips to your neck, placing open mouth kisses to the area as you let out a sigh. His hands move up to press on your back to push you even closer to his body. You mewl at the way he was making you feel, “J-Jungkook,” you let out a breathy sigh.

He lets out a soft groan, “fuck baby keep saying my name like that,” he sucks on your neck harshly before kissing the spot gently, “I’ll cum right here if you do.” Blood rushes to your cheeks at the crude words uttered by the man before you, and unfortunately for you, he wasn’t done, “I’m so hard for you baby,” he groans against the crook of your neck. His grip on your hips tightening as he presses himself further against you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to compose yourself for the both of you, but the longer his lips stay attached to your neck, the closer you are to complying to his wishes.

“Please darling, I need you,” he nips at your collarbone.

You let out a defeated sigh before wrapping your arms around his neck. “What are you going to do about it?” you whisper seductively, finally succumbing to both of your desires.

He must’ve realized this as well when you feel him smirk against your skin before lifting his head up, his hooded eyes staring directly into yours, “I’m going to make love to you,” he whispers in a low voice, his lips parted as his eyes follow the way your tongue glides against your bottom lip.

“Then do it.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice before capturing your lips into his. Your lips locked in a feverish and passionate kiss while both your hands roam around each other’s bodies as though you were trying to study each other’s bodies. Slowly, he pushes you even more up to the tree, pressing his body against you while slowly grinding his hips with yours, the friction causing enough pleasure to have you two sighing in bliss.

His tongue pushes your lips apart before his tongue now dances with yours, easily dominating yours as he groans into your mouth. After a while, the two of you part for a moment to catch your breaths, a string of saliva connected between you two.

In the next second, he brings the top of your dress down until your breasts are released, your nipples hardening almost immediately at the cold brisk air, much to his delight. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to dip his head down, taking one of your perky buds into his mouth. You gasp, tossing your head back at the pleasure that shot through your body.

“J-Jungkook,” you whimper, your hands coming down to grip his hair tightly as his tongue swirls around your left nipple, his hand groping the other one. He tugs at your nipple gently before shifting his head to give the other the same attention. The entire time, you let out soft moans while rolling your hips against his.

As though taking the hint he finally releases your breasts with a satisfied hum before going down on his knees. Before you could question him, he lifts your dress, grinning when he notices the wet spot on your panties. He sends you a wink before he’s ducking down and hiding underneath your dress.

Blood rushes to your cheeks then, knowing you can’t see him but you can feel his hands caressing your legs while his lips are gently kissing up your inner thigh. As much as you wanted to watch, you knew your legs would give out the moment you two would make eye contact.

You gasp when you feel him latch his mouth on your clothed core, licking at your entrance through your panties. You mewl at the feeling before feeling him slowly remove your panties down your legs. You wait with baited breath, anticipating the moment you were waiting for and in the next second, you feel his finger tease your clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

Your breathing gets ragged the more he teases you, “Jungkook please,” you weren’t sure what you were pleading for, but you could hear the man below let out a dark chuckle before he’s giving you what you want.

In the next second, his lips latch onto your clit, sucking and licking at it harshly, relishing in the way you let out a low moan.

He only groans in response before lifting one of your legs to his shoulder, giving him even more access to do as he pleases with your throbbing core. You let out a loud moan, your eyes widening at the sound that escaped your mouth. Blood reaches to your cheeks, you bite your lips in hopes of silencing your moans, too embarrassed to make any more noise.

Jungkook almost stops his movement when it was beginning to be suspiciously quiet above him before his eyes narrowed dangerously at the sound of your muffled whimpers, not too pleased that you were trying to be quiet when all he wanted was to make you scream his name. And so, without any warning, he inserts two fingers inside you all the while his mouth continues abusing your clit.

You gasp loudly at the sudden intrusion, “J-Jungkook!” your hands come down to grab at where you think his hair is.

He chuckles darkly below you, “that’s it darling, keep moaning my name.” His eyes twinkle in mischief, “I want you to cum on my tongue sweetness.” As though determined to let that happen, the pace of his fingers quicken causing even more moans to slip past your mouth.

You feel your legs trembling as you could feel your high coming soon, as though sensing this, Jungkook made an effort to rub at your clit causing your legs to nearly give out if not for the man steadying your legs. It doesn’t take long for you to come undone as you let out a cry of pleasure feeling the man ride out your high.

You pant, desperately trying to catch your breath. You feel Jungkook place a soft kiss to your clit before emerging from underneath your dress. He sends you a bright smile despite the fact that he was wiping your essence off his chin.

He moves to lay his cape on the ground, before looking up at you, “lay on my cape sweetheart,” you blush at the pet name before nodding your head shyly. He smiles softly down at you as you comply with his demands, “I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle,” he whispers while slowly caressing your bare thigh.

You smile innocently up at him, “it’s ok, I like it rough.” You wink up at him before letting out a soft giggle.

He smirks at this, “is that right,” you hum in response. He slides his hands down, hunching up your dress so that it is laid right above your waist, your wet core finally coming to view. He licks his lips, groping your ass gently before spreading your legs even wider for him. His eyes lock in on the wetness escaping your entrance, “then you wouldn’t mind letting me have my way with you baby?” he raises a brow waiting for your response.

You bite your lips seductively, feeling somewhat bold, you bring your hands down to slowly rub yourself, relishing in the way his lips part ever so slightly, “do whatever you want.”

He chuckles darkly, his eyes locked on the way you were playing with yourself, your fingers rubbing your wetness around, “that’s a dangerous answer darling,” he licks his lips, his eyes still following your movements, “you don’t know what I’m capable of.”

“Then show me.”

He smirks, “as you wish.” He removes your hands right before bringing it up to his face, taking your fingers into his mouth as he sucks and licks you clean. Your breath hitches as you watch him, his hooded eyes staring directly into yours as he does so. He groans softly as he cleans you completely before lacing his hands with yours. “Are you ready darling?”

You nod your head impatiently, “yes,” you reply, causing him to smile down at you as he pecks your cheek.

Jungkook shifts as he aligns his tip to your entrance, scanning your face once more for any indication that you didn’t want this, but when he finds none he slowly pushes himself inside you. The both of you let out a sigh as he continues to push himself until he finally bottoms out. He hovers closely above you, his breath hitting your neck, “how are you feeling, baby,” he asks before softly pecking at your cheek.

You smile cutely at the sweet gesture, your hand coming up to cup his cheek, “Jungkook this isn’t my first time.”

For some reason, hearing that, he can’t help the dark look that crosses his face. The idea of another person seeing you in all your glory, listening to the sinful sounds escaping your mouth didn’t sit well with him at all.

“Is that so,” he growls softly, he can’t help but bring his hand down to roughly grab a handful of your ass, he lets out a groan when you clench around him tightly, “then I’ll make sure I’m your fucking last.” And without even giving you any time to respond, he pulls out of you until just his tip remains inside before roughly slamming right back into you.

Your whole body jolts at the intensity of his thrust, your head tossed back as you let out a moan. He grunts above you, the speed of his thrusts not slowing down in the slightest. He made the mistake of staring down at you, the sinful image of your jaw wide open accompanied with your moans was making him go crazy.

Your breasts bounced with each of his thrust that he couldn’t help but lean down to capture one of your sensitive buds into his mouth once more. He mercilessly abuses your perky buds with his relentless thrusts between your legs.

The sounds of moans and skin slapping against each other was the only thing that could be heard as you two didn’t give a damn about your surroundings.

Jungkok finally lifts his head, looking down with a lazy smile satisfied at the work he’s done on your chest with his love bites littering your body. His thrust never once slowed down, much to your delight, but this time he lifts one of your legs to wrap around his hips, the new angle giving him even more access. You tilt your head back, letting out a loud whimper at the new position.

He grunts above you, “fuck baby you feel heavenly,” he moans, his hand coming down once more to slap your ass, his hips stuttering once more when you clench around him.

You squeal at the impact, “J-Jungkook!”

He chuckles darkly, his hands meeting with your flesh once more, “that’s it baby, keep screaming my name.” When you just mewl and whimper at his roughness, he brings his hands down, slapping your ass, letting out a moan at the way it already left a mark, “what did I fucking say darling,” he growls warningly.

You toss your head back, “Jungkook fuck!”

He grunts in response, both his hands coming down to grip your hips tightly, no doubt leaving bruises the next morning, “you’re mine now aren’t you darling? We belong to each other now, right?” he growls in a low voice.

You nod your head insistently, “fuck of course!”

“Yeah?” he leans down, sucking roughly at the base of your neck, “you’re my girl now?”

“Yes!”

He shuts his eyes at the feel of your walls tightening even more around him. He bites his lips roughly, thrusting in and out of you at such a speed that has him sweating. He tosses his head back at the intense feeling between his legs, “shit baby, tell me you’re about to come, please.”

Unable to produce any coherent words at this point, you just whimper while nodding your head. He grins almost wickedly at that, pride swelling up inside him knowing he was capable of rendering you speechless.

Looking down at you was a mistake as you were the exact image of sin that has him nearly coming undone just then. His lips part at the sight of you below him, groaning out your name as he watches the way your breasts bounce. The view of you accompanied by your moans turns him on beyond belief.

Knowing he wouldn’t last long at this rate, he brings his hand down to rub at your clit wanting you to meet your end before him. This action causes your entire body to jolt at the intense pleasure slowly growing between your legs. “C’mon baby, cum for me,” he pleads, letting out moans with each thrust.

Based on the tremble in your legs, you knew you were coming close and before you knew it, you came completely undone. Letting out moans and cries of pleasure as the man continues his relentless pace. His thrusts start getting sloppy when he feels your walls tightening around him so tightly he’s seeing stars. And with one last thrust, he feels himself cum right inside you, slowing down his pace but not stopping until he’s satisfied.

He nearly falls on top of you if not for his elbows stopping him. The both of you breathe heavily, neither one of you saying a word as you enjoyed the comfortable silence between you two. Your arms wrap around his neck gingerly as you place a soft kiss to his forehead. Jungkook’s eyes widen momentarily at the gesture before smiling against your skin, lazily leaving sweet kisses here and there.

The two of you lay there in silence enjoying each other’s company that you both didn’t feel the need to speak.

But after some time he shifts his position slightly and you can’t help but let out a gasp when you realize his dick was still situated inside you. “J-Jungkook.”

“What,” he mumbles against your skin, biting his lip when he also feels that same jolt of pleasure at the shift of his hips.

Blood rushes to your cheeks at the intimacy between you two, “y-you’re still inside me,” you say in a small voice.

You feel him smirk, “I know.” He leans down, biting your nipple causing your body to jolt in surprise, before he’s licking it gently as though to say sorry.

“Do you have any plans of pulling out?” You flinch when you feel him gently rolling his hips against you, prompting you to subconsciously match his movements.

He chuckles before hovering above you, his head staring down at your bodies still entwined together as you move your hips against each other. “At the moment, I don’t,” he smirks at the stunned look in your eyes. An amused glint in your eyes as he gently pecks your lips, “you’re gonna learn pretty quickly baby,” his hooded eyes lock onto yours, “but I can be a rather insatiable monster.” As if proving his point, he slowly begins to thrust into you.

You gasp, your hands coming up to grab his back, slowly the burning feeling between your legs returns, “Jungkook, Jisung will wake up eventually,” you whine despite the moan escaping your mouth.

He smirks, kissing your cheek affectionately before pulling away and licking his lips. You nearly shiver at the glint that shines past his hooded eyes.

“Then I’ll fuck you raw until he’s awake baby.”

And true to his words, the man had you awake the entire night until the sun rose in the horizon.

A/n: Part two will come up at some point but don’t expect it to come soon, I am still a broke college student that has to worry about work and school :)

Have a good day!

Love, Liz

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic #jungkook au #bts jungkook #bts smut #bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jk x reader

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nose-bandaid · 4 years ago

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kairosclerosis

hiii i just read your wonwoo fic + sequel in one go !! i love ur writing omg also just an idea - you could write like little spin off drabbles maybe about the growth of their relationship and wonwoo falling in love hehe either way it was a really good read :)) tysm for writing it and happy new year !! stay healthy and happy <3

Wonwoo x (gender neutral) Reader | soulmate AU fluff | 1k

an epilogue to: the moon told me so ☾~ and the little flower on your wrist

synopsis: it’s been a while since wonwoo’s returned and needless to say, things between you two haven’t been perfect — but that’s what life’s all about, right? what matters most is that you’re giving each other a chance; a chance to love each other.

a/n: hi my lovely anon 🥺you’ve asked for this so long ago skjdfhjsd i know you said it’s just a suggestion but still SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY. the drabble ended up becoming more like a oneshot but i’m not complaining... i may write an extension to this in the future, so this may become a chaptered epilogue if they even work like that anyways anyways ily<3

taglist: @elcie-chxn [lmk if you’d like to be tagged in my works as well!]

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Things started out pretty awkwardly between you and Wonwoo. For many reasons. One was the fact that you hadn't each other in person for the last four years. Another was that neither of you was sure how you wanted to go about this whole dating thing.

Ever since he held your hand at the airport, neither of you made another move. Rather, there was always an awkward distance between you two, and your friends would cast curious glances your way because they swore you told them you were dating each other. Which you were... though the definition of dating may have been skewed.

You did, however, manage to bring yourselves out to a cafe to meet up again. Just the two of you. You thought it was a (not so) funny coincidence that you ended up sitting in the same cafe where Wonwoo had first told you he was moving. Same seat, same drink, same weather, same everything.

When drinks remained untouched, conversations fell stale, and eye contact was hardly attainable, you let out a sigh and suggested that you scrap the whole dating thing for now and simply try to reconnect as best friends.

He agreed, and the atmosphere immediately felt a bit lighter. It was easier to slip in a joke here and there to encourage him to smile. You couldn't believe how your heart still beats so fast whenever you see his lips curl upwards and his eyes light up.

Soon, you were both talking to each other like he had never gone to work, and you had never hidden your soulmate mark, and there had never been any drama or arguments in the first place. It was like things were going the way fate had intended it to be for once.

You sat opposite of each other. And so, you could see his dark hair, still ruffled from this morning because he had woken up late and almost missed your meeting time. You could see his hand wrapped around the cup of mocha; the sleeves of his sweater riding up to show you the flowers and moon on his wrist. You nervously rub your ankles against each other underneath the table to ease the burning sensation of your own mark. At the same time, it eased the burning on your cheeks because wow, when was his laugh this adorable?

He hadn't changed. He really hadn't changed at all. He was still the same old Wonwoo, who loved books and that one video game he's been clinging onto since childhood. The same old Wonwoo who always ordered his drinks without whipped cream and always had pictures of cats as his phone background.

And yet something about him was different. His aura was older, wiser. Like he was the embodiment of all the introspection one could possibly do within their entire life. Though his posture was still small, and it made you want to reach out to him and tell him that it was okay.

Which you did, when the conversation died down again and you could tell he was desperately trying to start it back up. Trying, for your sake, to be someone who's able to express love and be what a boyfriend "should be”.

Screw all those should be’s.

You told him that it was okay to take things slow. Words that were filled with nothing but honesty, because you've already waited this long, and you're willing to wait even longer. You're willing to encourage him to take this chance of trying to love someone and if he decides that it wasn't for him... well... you could figure that out later.

In the present, he said he wanted to love you, and so you will be there for him to love.

His tense posture relaxed and his sleeves slipped over the mark. You shared a smile and he went back to sipping his mocha; you, picking at your own food.

Though the liveliness of your atmosphere was dampened, it wasn't a bad thing. To you, it was replaced with a calm sense of love and understanding. You spoke in softer tones and your hands edged away from your cups, deciding to creep closer to each other instead.

You stayed at the cafe for a good amount of time, deciding that it was better to stay inside than go out and adventure out into the (shudders) real world. This quiet space, personal to just you and Wonwoo was enough.

This was enough. It was a good start.

On your way out, to your surprise, Wonwoo got up first and made his way over to your side of the table. He waited for you to get up yourself and grab your belongings before shyly holding out his hand for you to take.

It took you a moment. A brief moment to realize that he did, in fact, want to hold your hand again. And when you did, the warm buzz in your heart didn't cease until you fell asleep that night.

He hummed quietly to himself as he accompanied you on your way back home. Keeping a loose, but firm grip on your hand, Wonwoo never let go of it until you had to part.

The day did not end with a kiss. No, not like a cheesy romance story where the two characters will kiss and make out on their very first date.

Life wasn't always like that; it isn't so picture perfect.

And you were both okay with that.

You bid each other goodbye with promises to meet up again and speak to each other that night. When the sun finally set, you laid on your bed, messaging Wonwoo as the mark on your ankle tingled with delight. The conversation was nothing but normal, just discussions about how the day went and how you were both dreading the upcoming Monday.

It wasn't long before you both decided that maybe it was time to go to bed. There will always be time in the future. You've found each other now, so you can always take things slow.

Before you ended things off for real, you sent each other a short goodnight text. His had a little heart beside it and it took you an extra second to even think of a reply.

You decided to send a heart back, along with a smiley face.

Yeah, things will be alright.

#caratwritersclub #newskynet #kdiner #seventeen #wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen x reader #wonwoo x reader #seventeen fluff #wonwoo fluff #nose-bandaid

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colorseeingchick · 3 years ago

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Got tagged by a wonderful amazing goddess of a mutual so I decided to take a shot at this too hehe. 19 questions - feel free to read my answers if you'd like !

1. why did you choose your url?

so fun story, I'm a synesthete. I have a couple of forms of synesthesia (number form, auditory-tactile), but one allows to me to pick up on micro behaviors of people and perceive a color based off of it. Put simply- people have 'color' in my eyes. And I see them! Hence, colorseeingchick.

2. any side blogs?

no not yet. But I'm considering. I probably should.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

like a year? I'm honestly new here. This site surprises me regularly.

4. do you have a queue tag?

No - I use #colorseeingchick recommends / loves for my major reposts, but not explicitly queued posts.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I made a tumblr account to follow this one fic writer (who I won't mention bc idk if she'd want me to) and she inspired me. So I said f it! Let's write, too.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I wanted it to be me, so it is. Although there's not a moment I don't wanna make it one of my kins lol

7. why did you choose your header?

I wanted to drive the 'colorseeingchick' name home

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

a post I wrote in an hour HAHA. Special Cuddles w Midoriya, Bakugou, and Todoroki. why it blew up? I still don't know.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

I DON'T KNOW and it drives me insane. If you are my mutual please tELL ME I never know who wants to interact with me and I assume if you're my mutual you do so please lemme know.

The ones who I know are: @kirislut @katsushimaa @hoebirama7 @sasukelore @mnhorseowner @ruluxe @sugurus-princess @sugas-sweetheart @emperor-oikawa @doinmybesthere @jojowantstocry @justagirlwithblog @bozowrites @animatedarchives @joonzreina

I know for a FACT i have more. TELL ME WHO YOU ARE. PLEASE I BEG. And if you aren't my mutual already and we like similar stuff, let's be mutuals😘

10. how many followers do you have?

241 and i love them all 💕

11. how many people do you follow?

100! Which is low given I'm always looking for friends and content.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

Nothing I've posted

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

... too much. Im usually on.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

No and God forbid it happen. Irl is enough drama for me.

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I don't mind ones where they say "reblog if this is a safe space for___"

I ADORE ones that are informative and relavent to modern issues.

I do not like "reblog OR ELSE you're homophobic/racist/etc" bc they feel... performative to me. And they have the same vibes as those email chains "send to 3 friends or this demon will get u." IE i don't like threats to get reblogs.

16. do you like tag games?

Love them. They make me feel loved by my mutuals hehe

17. do you like ask games?

Even more so. I wish ppl sent me asks when I tried to do them 🥲 one day !

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Many. To me, if you have over 1k, your a star ✨although all of my mutuals are worthy of more hype and love

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

Platonic crush on @kirislut cuz she's so PRETTY and a GREAT PERSON ily meg

Too all my moots and anyone else, feel free to do this too! But only if you want :)

#colorseeingchick chain games

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t-lostinworlds · 5 years ago

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Santa Claus? (Shawn Mendes)

*Found You bonus content*

A/N: A lil’ something for Christmas with my favorite boy Angelo and as a sorry gift for not doing a part 2 of Leaked hehe. This was supposed to be a short blurb, 1k words at max but HA guess who got carried away. Again. I can’t seem to write short blurbs for some reason without it turning into a whole long ass fic lmao. Anyhow I hope you enjoy this one!

Summary: You get a much unexpected visit from a big, tall man with a long, white beard. Angelo catches his mom kissing said man. And an even bigger surprise comes your way the next morning.

Warnings: None but Fluff and Typos

Word Count: 5.9k+

Masterlist in Bio

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You finally got Angelo to sleep and you were relieved.

It was daunting to hear the 6-year-old ask about where his dad was, his dad who happens to be working even if there were only two days left until Christmas.

It was a last minute show that got added to his schedule, hence why his time away from home got extended. Plus, it's a charity event so you couldn't exactly complain or be mad about it.

Angelo is smart even at his age, so he does understand why his dad is away, but of course, the young boy can't stop himself from getting upset when he wakes up to see that his father is still not around.

Shawn calls every day of course, but that's never the same.

Hell, he wasn't even around when you put up the Christmas tree and all the decorations. It was heartbreaking to see that pout on Angelo's lips when he had that conversation with his dad over FaceTime that he wasn't going to do it with him this year.

You were just so glad that Aaliyah and Karen came over that day to help, uplifting Angelo's mood for sure.

And you miss your man just as much too. It's been too long since the day he was back home, and you want nothing more than the three of you to sit on the couch, all huddled up as you watch whatever Christmas movie with hot chocolates in hand. Then later in the night, you would finally get him all to yourself once Angelo is tucked in bed.

But you'll have to work with whatever you have for now.

You left the door slightly ajar to your's and Shawn's bedroom, that way you can hear Angelo if he ever gets out of bed. After turning the main light off, you slipped underneath the covers and clicked your side lamp on. You got yourself comfortable before you pulled out your book from the drawer and you just indulged.

* * *

Time flew pass you quickly that you didn't even notice that it was already 1 am until you stifled out a yawn. Closing the book and placing it on your side table, you reached over to turn the lamp off, but before you could even do so, you heard something fall on the floor outside with a hard thud.

With furrowed brows, you slowly got out of bed, making sure to grab the bat that you left just by the door on the way out. Not that the building wasn't secure but you just had to make sure you have any type of self-defense just in case.

You checked Angelo's room to see that the boy was still in bed, soundly asleep. You took a deep breath as you locked his door before closing it shut. You then slowly creeped your way to the living room, all while making sure that you were silent enough to not alarm whoever was in your house.

Your grip on the bat was tight as your heart hammered against your chest. You could make out the shuffling of feet and the sound of rustling paper as you grew closer the living space.

You were very sure that you've locked the doors but it seems like someone just broke into your home, judging by the soft humming along with the sound of things being moved. Oddly enough, the first thing you saw once you've reached the living room was a man dressed in red and white, hunched over the Christmas tree with a big red bag in hand.

Confusion filled you up but you kept quiet, walking towards them at a safe distance to where you can swing the bat with full force. "Drop the bag or I'm going to split your skull open." You said slowly, voice low but shaky because as much as you can definitely hurt him, you don't know if he was armed or not, making him a treat still.

Maybe you should've just stayed in bed and called the cops.

The man chuckled, hands quick to shot up as he held it in surrender. He turned his head slightly so he can look at you over his shoulder, your eyes catching a glimpse of the long white beard on his face. "There's no need for that honey."

Realization washed over you at the sound of his voice, that extremely familiar voice that you'll always recognize no matter what the occasion.

"Shawn?" He nodded at his name, standing up and turning to face you, grabbing the tip of his fake beard and pulling it down to reveal his face fully, wide smile and all. He was about to say something when you caught him off guard as you swung the bat to hit him right on the bicep, not too hard but just enough for it to sting a little.

"Ow! What was that for?" Shawn yelped, hand coming up to rubbed his arm as he looked at you in pure shock. "You scared the shit out of me you fucking idiot! I thought someone had broken in or something!" You dropped the bat on the floor, a loud clank echoing through the walls as you crossed your arms over your chest in pure annoyance.

"Surprise?" A sheepish grin made its way onto Shawn's lips as he slowly made his way towards you, hands grabbing your wrists to unfold your arms and throwing it over his shoulders. "I'm sorry for scaring you angel, but you do look so hot when you're in fight mode, you brave badass woman." Shawn purred, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to his body, the warmth feeling comforting that you couldn't help but relax in his hold.

"You're very lucky I miss your stupid face so much or you would be sleeping on the couch tonight." You scoffed with a roll of your eyes, earning a soft chuckle from him. He nudged the tip of his nose with yours, his eyes crinkling as he softly whispered, "I missed you too my love, oh so much."

You sighed, fingers getting lost in the curls of the nape of his neck that were slightly hidden under his Christmas hat. The fabric of his outfit felt so soft on your skin, your eyes looking down as you gave him a once over before you shook your head at your man. "How are you home already and why on earth are you dressed as Santa Claus?"

Shawn shrugged with a smile. "I took the first flight home after the show, couldn't wait till morning to see you two. As for the costume, I was going to call you to come downstairs once I'm done placing the gifts, and I thought it would be cute for you to see me in this outfit as a surprise, but you caught me first so here we are. It was a great plan in my head but now it does seem like I'm a burglar. I'm sorry for scaring you honey." He pouted, giving your body a gentle squeeze as he touches his forehead against yours.

"You're such an idiot you know that right?" You giggled, still in pure disbelief at how corny and stupid he can be at times but nevertheless, you were extremely overjoyed to finally have him home.

"Hmm, but I am your idiot who you love so much." Shawn hummed, head dipping as he finally captured your lips in his after a long time, too long.

Sighs of relief escaped the two of you as you smiled between the kiss, happy to feel the warmth course through your bodies in the cold December night. You can feel his smirk widen a few seconds later as he nibbled on your bottom lip, both hands coming down to rest on top of the swell of your bum, giving it a soft, cheeky squeeze emitting a giggle out of you.

Shawn will never have enough of you and he always makes sure he gets that point across in more ways than one.

But before any of you could go any further—to which Shawn was so keen on moving it to the couch—a small voice interrupted your sweet reunion.

"Mommy?"

You and Shawn pulled away like two teenagers who just got caught making out in the janitor's closet, both pairs of wide eyes turning to see a little boy standing there, half asleep or half awake, you couldn't tell with the way his eyes were squinted.

Shawn was quick to pull his fake beard up to hide his face as you took a step forward and turned to Angelo who was looking at you with furrowed brows. The little boy's head was titled to the side in an attempt to see more of the person who stood behind you.

"Santa Claus?" Angelo questioned again, confusion laced in his voice as he stood still right in the hallway, small hands coming up to rub his sleepy eyes.

"Uh..." You shot Shawn a look to stop him from speaking. The boy was still too young and you don't want to ruin his belief in Santa just yet. He has to find out the truth on his own terms. Plus, you and Shawn aren't ready to break the news to him especially when it was nearing Christmas, and this is definitely not the way to do it.

You approached Angelo with a sigh, crouching down once you reached him so you were almost his same height. "Angelo sweetheart, why are you out of bed?" You cooed, hands coming up to rub his arms softly.

"I was going for a wee but I heard someone talking. Mommy why is Santa in our living room? It's not Christmas yet." The little boy lifted a finger up to which you assumed was pointed at the tall man standing there with his long white beard. You looked over your shoulder to see Shawn just staying still, half of his face hidden with his hand up in a small wave, and you tried your best to hold back a laugh at his antic.

You turned back to Angelo with a smile. "Well, he wanted to give you an early present with more to come this Christmas since you've been such a good boy." Before the boy could even muster a response, a loud yawn escaped his lips instead once he opened his mouth, the sheer look of tiredness still painted on his cute little face.

"Now, Santa needs to finish putting your gifts and you're not allowed to peek, so let's get you back to bed my love." Angelo muttered a soft 'okay' as you lifted him off the floor, his small arms clinging around your neck while he rests his head on your shoulder, such an endearing sight for Shawn to see.

"Goodnight Santa." The little boy called out sleepily as you carried him back to his room.

Shawn only waved as his heart grew twice its size. Angelo looking so comfortable in your arms and how it looked like it belonged, only goes to prove that it definitely was time.

Once you two were out of sight, Shawn was quick to finish what he started, placing all the gifts under the tree and making sure to place yours with much extra care.

* * *

You came back a few minutes later to see him in the kitchen with a glass of milk in one hand and his phone on the other, hat and beard long forgotten on the countertop. His smile only widens as he saw you approach, locking his phone and placing it face down so he can give his queen his full attention.

"Is he asleep?" Shawn asked, hand extended for you to take to which you did, with a sweet smile of your own to match his. He leaned back on the kitchen island as he pulled you closer to stand right between his legs, his hands firm on the small of your back while yours laid flat on his chest.

"Hmm, but if he asks about Santa again tomorrow, it's your turn to explain mister." You raised an eyebrow at him in an accusing manner to which Shawn only nodded with a chuckle; though his soft laugh was quick to dissipate, replaced by this serious look as he stared at you lovingly, hands stroking your back up and down in a comforting way that only made you melt more into his arms.

"I love you so much, you know that right?" Shawn sighed in pure gratitude, brown orbs boring straight into yours that showed nothing but the full truth.

It was so heartwarming to see that he does in fact love you just as much as you love him, if not, even more. Words can never truly give justice to how happy you feel to have found your place in his world, and to have found a family in him and Angelo.

"And I love you, oh so much." You whispered as happy tears started to well up your eyes as all the beautiful memories replayed itself in your mind. A soft coo escaped Shawn's lips as he pulls you in for a warm hug, your emotional state tugging at his heartstrings in the best way possible.

"I'm so lucky to have you in my life Y/N. You make me of so happy my love, you have no idea." He murmured against your hair, as if the moment wasn't emotional enough.

"Oh stop, you're going to make me cry even more." You giggled with a soft sniffle, pulling away slightly so you can fully meet his eyes, and you didn't need to tell Shawn anything for him to see that you do feel the same way about him. A silent communication was enough to let your hearts know how much you mean to one another.

"You're probably tired from your flight, let's go get some sleep." You added, about to walk away from his grasp but his hold around you only tightened. His smile was quick to switch, turning into this one smirk he does that only means pure mischief and you couldn't help yourself from feeling a bit excited.

"Well, me getting some sleep is entirely up to you babe." Shawn wriggled his eyebrows suggestively, his voice a low growl that only made your insides churn.

And let's just say after his comment, you two got way lesser sleep than intended, and it was entirely his fault.

* * *

It was the next morning and like clockwork, you and Angelo were already in the kitchen making breakfast. The little boy always insists that he helps even if it's just handing you wooden spoons or whatever ingredient he can carry every now and then.

Angelo was stood on this small, movable stairs beside you that enables him to just watch what you're doing without having the trouble of being on his tippy toes, in which it also helps him grab things off the counter with ease.

Shawn, on the other hand, was still asleep and Angelo doesn't have a single clue that his dad was just in the bedroom as you haven't told him yet. You don't want to cut off Shawn's slumber with a 6-year-old jumping on him with no remorse whatsoever. Your man does need some rest after all.

It didn't take long for him to emerge out of bed though. Shawn always seems to know when you're not beside him anymore, such an adorable habit of his.

"Daddy! You're home!" Angelo's face lit up like fairy lights once he saw his dad walk in the kitchen. His small form scrambling down the steps hastily that he almost trips on his own feet. "Oh careful!" You grabbed his arm just in time to keep him upright, his small form in fits of giggles as he ran towards his dad, Shawn scooping him up with ease with a laugh of his own, pure happiness radiating off the two.

"Good morning buddy." Shawn rested the boy on his hip effortlessly, sleepy grin on his face with a bed head of unruly curls to match. It was a pleasing sight to say the least as Shawn wore nothing but his gray sweatpants, chest completely bare, v-line in full view, and muscles all flexed as he tries to balance Angelo in his arms.

Shawn is a very hot dad, definitely no doubt about that.

Once Angelo got his fair share of kisses from his father—giggles, squeals and all—he was placed by Shawn on his high stool across you, the dad rounding the kitchen island until he reached your side, head dipping to give you a loving peck on the lips.

"Good morning beautiful." Shawn smiled, pure adoration coating his beautiful features, a look that will never fail to make your heart flutter. "Good morning to you too handsome." You hummed, giving him another peck before you turned your attention back on the task of dividing the bacon on each plate.

"Daddy! Daddy! I saw Santa last night!" You and Shawn shared a look, your head nudging towards Angelo to say that you've already had a deal that it was his turn whenever Angelo asks about Santa again.

Shawn only nodded with a chuckle as he turned to his son, a fake surprise expression on his face. "You did?" He asked, feigning curiosity that made Angelo only nod with giggles.

Shawn left your side to walk over to the little boy, sitting right beside him and giving him his full attention to show that he was very interested to what his son has to say.

Your heart melted at the sight of pure excitement and joy on Angelo's face as you walked over to their side, placing their plates of home cooked breakfast right in front of them.

"Thank you honey." Shawn flashed you a quick smile before his attention was back to Angelo since the boy was too keen on telling his father his story. "Was his beard really long?" Shawn asked, just feeding the boys excitement with his new found discovery that Santa was real, well, sort of.

You went right back to where you were standing before to eat your own meal, just observing your two boys across from you in silence.

"Yup! It reached his belly! And Mommy was there too! And they were kissing!"

You almost choked with your coffee at Angelo's statement while Shawn tried his hardest to suppress his laugh, replacing his amusement with shock as his mouth turned into a shape of an O.

"They were what?!" The dad gasped in the most overly exaggerated way he could muster, and it took everything in your power to not hurl something at him. Instead, you just roll your eyes, keeping quiet as you let Shawn handle it in whatever way he prefers.

"Mommy and Santa were kissing just by the tree!" You couldn't help but be amused at the boy's memory as he didn't even seem like he was fully awake last night. But here he is, telling his dad that he just saw you kissing 'Santa Claus', which is not even at all surprising since Angelo does tell the both of you everything.

"Now I'm jelly that you got to see Santa Clause." Shawn leaned down to pout at Angelo, the little boy only patting his father's head in the most adorable way with a soft 'it's okay daddy you'll see him soon too' leaving his lips.

"And well, mommy is definitely going to be in big trouble with daddy." Shawn turned to you as he shot you a playful glare, sitting straight up with his arms crossed over his chest to seem mad, although that smug smirk on his lips was a clear indication that his words do have an underlying meaning in them. He even threw in a wink as if you didn't get it the first time. You felt your cheeks heat up, your legs unconsciously pressing together as you broke eye contact with your man.

"Didn't Santa leave you some presents Angelo?" You cleared your throat, quickly changing the subject and diverting the little boy's attention. You did not miss the chuckle from Shawn as he grinned wide, all proud at himself for still having that effect on you no matter what, a blessing and a curse in your part really.

"He did?" Angelo craned his neck to glance at the Christmas tree, his eyes twinkling even more once he saw the number of presents placed underneath it. "Can I open them now? Pretty please can I? I can't wait until Christmas." You couldn't suppress your giggle as Angelo tried his best to sport the cutest puppy eyes that he could. It was already hard to resists the boy anyway so him being all adorable was just the icing on the cake.

You turned to the boy's dad only to catch him looking at you already with an expression you couldn't quite pinpoint. You raised a brow at him to which Shawn only returned with a nervous smile, his sudden change in attitude only making your curiosity grow as to what's going on inside his head.

Shawn looked away first with a faint blush on his cheeks, leaning on the counter as he spared his son his full attention again. "You can open one right now after you finish your breakfast buddy."

Angelo lets out a victorious glee at that, face all bright with a smile to match as he munched his meal, and never has he ever finished his breakfast that quick in his entire existence.

* * *

"Go ahead and pick one with your name on it." Shawn chuckled as he ruffled Angelo's hair, the morning sun shining through the windows and illuminating the entire living room.

Shawn sat down beside you on the plush white couch, his arm slinging over your shoulder as he stared at you with a certain look on his face, an almost awestruck expression with a hint of nervousness.

"What's gotten into you?" You giggled, pushing the curl that landed on his forehead back, his smile sweet as a soft sigh came out of him. "Nothing, I just love you so much." The tone in Shawn's voice made you question if it really was nothing, because it truly does seem that there was something on his mind. Plus, being so close to his side, hand laying soft against his bare torso, you felt how his heartbeat picked up the pace all of a sudden.

Before you could even ask him about it some more though, Angelo's voice echoed throughout the whole space. "This one!"

You tore your eyes off of Shawn to see Angelo hurling a present towards the both of you, the little boy sporting an all-knowing smile as he so obviously picked the biggest one to open first. It was an oddly shaped present, the wrapping paper not going in one direction and is all crumpled, a very big sign that Shawn surely wrapped this with his own bare hands. You kind of already have a hunch on what it is, even if Shawn didn't tell you, the length of it was kind of a dead giveaway.

A hearty laugh was heard from Shawn as he shook his head at his son. "Of course you've got the big one, open it up bud and let's see what it is." Angelo tore up the paper with no mercy at all, grin all wide and growing even wider as his gift slowly took form in a shape of a mini guitar in a black case that was smooth and sleek.

"Woah! Santa gave me a guitar!" The little boy exclaimed, his enthusiasm rubbing off of you as you couldn't stop grinning yourself.

Shawn stood from his place to help Angelo open the case, the six-stringed instrument coming into view in all its polished wood glory just seconds later. You could make out the engraved initials A.M. on the corner of the mini guitar and Angelo was more than thrilled when his dad pointed it out.

"I'm going to be like you Daddy!" The look on Shawn's face was the most heartwarming thing that you've had the pleasure of seeing first hand, the pure joy and pride painting his face at the words of his son melting your heart over and over. Shawn could only pull Angelo in for a hug, lips pressing on top of his head, knowing that if he spoke, he'd get all teary-eyed.

"Anyway bud, Auntie Liyah and Grandma are coming over in a few minutes to take you to the mall so let's go get you bundled up." Your brows furrowed in confusion as Shawn spoke. The dad only gave you a quick glance, mouthing a quick 'tell you later' while Angelo shouted in glee, his little body springing up as he ran back to his room, Shawn on his tail with the guitar in hand.

Once they were gone and out of sight, as if on cue, the doorbell rang. You walked to the door to open it, Karen and Aaliyah greeting you with sweet smiles, the two of them all covered in sweaters and coats due to the winter weather.

"They'd be out in a second, Angelo's just gone to change." You said, opening the door wider for them to come inside. Aaliyah was the first to come inside, pulling you in for a warm hug, squeezing you tight before pulling away with an expression you couldn't quite understand. She was a bit emotional and you could only be curious as to why.

"You okay?" You asked, brows furrowed in concern to which Aaliyah only nodded with a giggle. "Never better."

Karen on the other hand was looking at you oddly, her eyes all glossed up as she reached to cup your face with both hands. "Shawn is so lucky to have you." She breathed out, a soft coo escaping your lips as you wrapped your arms around her.

"And I am so lucky to have your son too." You whispered, though more questions only piled itself up in your brain as this wasn't how you normally greet each other. Well, not this emotional at least.

"There's my favorite Mendes!" You and Karen turned to see Angelo jumping in Aaliyah's arms, the little boy all giggles and was now wrapped in his fluffy coat and jumper.

"What about me?" Shawn pouted as he emerged from the hallway, now wearing a white shirt instead of his bare chest from moments ago.

"Hello to you too brother." Aaliyah placed Angelo back on the ground to hug Shawn, the older brother giving her a kiss on the cheek with the loudest smack, making his sister groan as she pushes him away jokingly.

"Hi mum, I've missed you." Shawn approached his mum next with a bear hug. Karen pulled away and did the same thing by cupping Shawn's face, the curly-headed boy chuckling as he pulled his mother back in for a hug, whispering something in her ear that you didn't catch.

"We should get going before the mall gets even more packed." Aaliyah butted in, Angelo's tiny hands already in hers as the aunt gave her mum a knowing nod.

"Yeah we should. You two will just catch us later back at home yeah?"

"Yup. We'll drive down there later and spend the night. We haven't packed Angelo's stuff yet so we'll just bring it with us."

You may have been filthy rich now for the number of times you've grown so lost just by the last hour or so. Shawn didn't tell you any of this at all hence why you have completely no idea as to what this man's plan for today is. Hell, you didn't even know he had one as you only thought you'd spend all day in the house just relaxing and being cozy.

The next thing you knew you were already bidding goodbyes to the two women even if you've just said hello not even five minutes ago. Angelo small hand waving at you as they disappeared into the hallway, leaving you alone with a grinning man once you closed the door shut.

You walked over to him with a brow raised. "Why is everyone acting so weird all of a sudden?" Shawn only shrugged as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to his body as his head dipped down to give you a chaste kiss. "Hmm, I don't know what you're talking about."

Shawn didn't give you a chance to let out any more questions as he keeps distracting you with his lips and his soft groans the more he deepens the kiss.

It was when he suddenly pulled away with that same nervous smile from earlier that you thought that he definitely was hiding something.

"I have an early gift for you too my love." He whispered, hot breath brushing against your lips and your heart beat only quickened from there. "Meet me in the music room." He added, letting go of you fully as you walked towards the music room with nothing but so many questions inside your head.

Shawn joined you just seconds later with a box in his hand, his jitters starting to show as he breathing started to get uneven just a little bit. He took your hand and beckoned you over to sit on the piano bench, you not missing how his hand was starting to get clammy.

His nervousness was starting to rub off on you as he handed you the box. Your eyes searching his for answer and he only gave you a shy smile. "Open it love."

You lifted the lid off to see two pieces of paper, pages torn from a notebook side by side inside a frame. You could make out his messy handwriting, so many words scribbled on it, some crossed out, others fully blackened. But what stood out from you the most was the clear tear stains, blotching up some of the ink and blurring some of the words, the state of the pieces of paper the first thing you focused on the you didn't bother and read it yet.

"It's a song I wrote for you." Shawn spoke, voice shaky as let's out a nervous chuckle. You tore your eyes away from the frame to look at him with a small pout on your lips.

Just then it made sense why the pages looked beaten and bruised, because it was the original piece he wrote the song on. He gave you the original draft, all his emotions poured into real, physical writing, the pieces of paper as a first hand witness as to what he went through while writing this song. He was showing you everything instead of just playing you the finished and produced product. In this way, he made it more special because it was all him, all the scribbles and tears, raw and untouched. No filters, no corrections, just pure him, flaws, imperfections and all.

It was tugging at your heart how sweet and thoughtful his gift was, just the sheer thought of him writing something for you was already making you emotional that the water works was just one tap away. "Did you cry writing this song?"

"I may or may not have shed a few tears. But it's all happy tears I promise." Shawn flashed you a reassuring smile, hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking your skin lovingly.

"Can I hear it?"

Shawn chuckled, hand leaving your face to lift the keylid up to reveal the black and white tiles. "Why'd you think we're sitting here on the piano honey?"

You watched him attentively when his fingers hovered over the keys, his hands shaking as spluttered. "Okay so uhm, I uh—"

"Bub what's wrong?"

"I'm just really nervous. I really hope you'll like it." Shawn confessed, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he looks at you shyly. You scooted closer to him as you rested his gift on your lap, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek as you said, "I'm pretty sure I'll love it Shawn."

He took a deep breath as he nodded, closing his eyes momentarily before his fingers started to play. The beautiful melody echoed around the room as you only listened, his beautiful voice following suit right after, his words invading your ears and going straight to your heart.

(a/n - the tune of the songs is this right here the lyrics below are all mine by the way so yeah. i suggest listening to it while continue on reading aha)

Waking up next to you; bodies intertwined; Hearts beating as one, so glad to call you mine; One look in your eyes and I tend to fall more every time;

It may sound cheesy but honey, you make my heart race; I think it's time for me, to pick up the pace; You truly own my heart and I wouldn't want it any other way;

And now I've got a few things to say,

Oh I'm the luckiest man; to ever have live; To have you in my arms makes me feel all the love, bliss and pure happiness; You're the only one I'll make love to; only one that I'll kiss;

Early in the morning, and late at night; You're the most beautiful girl, all your heart and your mind;

You are the one I want to spend rest of my life; Now it's left with me asking; Will you do me the honor of being my wife?

You felt your world stop at his question, more tears blurring your vision as you stared at him in complete and utter surprise. "What?"

Shawn lets out a nervous chuckle, eyes also tearing up as he looks at you with nothing but pure admiration. His fingers brushed with yours as he reached over to hold the box for you. "Take the frame out of the box honey." He whispered ever so gently, your brain still slowly processing what's happening as it feels like you're having an outer body experience.

With trembling hands, you slowly held the edges of the frame, lifting it up and setting it aside to see his hand writing again, but bigger and bolder this time. Four words, fourteen letters just staring right at you, a shiny diamond ring sitting right below it to match.

"Will you marry me?" Shawn repeated the question that was written on the box, your tear-filled eyes snapping back to his face and then back to the ring, and then back up to meet his eyes again.

You only nodded at first as you were full on crying now, soft sobs escaping your lips as the words were unable to form due to the numerous emotions swimming inside you. You took one deep and shaky breath as you tried to pull yourself together to at least form a coherent sentence to answer his burning question. Smiling at your man, you softly said, "Yes Shawn, of course I'll marry you."

Shawn's whole body visibly relaxed as he lets out a sigh of relief, his trembling fingers grabbing the ring as his other hand took hold of yours. He pulled it up to his lips first, glossy eyes staring back at yours before finally slipping it on, the ring a perfect fit to match an equally beautiful and perfect moment.

You grabbed his face with both hands as you crashed your lips against his, both of you smiling with tears rolling down your cheeks as nothing but pure euphoria engulfed both of you. A kiss so tender and sweet yet so filled with love that could only make you feel complete, content, fulfilled.

Words can never do justice to how happy you feel right now. You just feel so overjoyed to be able to spend this Christmas surrounded by the people you love and the man of your dreams.

Or in another term, your fiancé.

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Responses to Part 12 I Won’t Stop You, Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU asks~

Please ‘Keep Reading’ to find my response to your ask ^^ As always, I have copied and pasted all asks into this post in regards to last night’s chapter to avoid clogging up people’s dashboards and to avoid spoilers for those who may still wish to read the chapter. Thank you ^^

Anonymous said: YES SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER OF I WONT STOP YOU I just cannot figure out what jk meant with the getting wet thing I FEEL SO STUPID I NEED TO KNOW

Hopefully this chapter helped you to catch on to the wet thing ;) hehe~ I hope you enjoyed it if you read it my darling! ^^

Anonymous said: I KEEP REFRESHING OMGHG

AHH I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!

Anonymous said: I literally screamed when I got the notification that you posted Part 12 of I Won't Stop!!! Your writing is amazing!!!

Ahhh thank you so much babe! I really hope you enjoyed the new chapter ^^

@kawaiipotato75 said: You....you....I WONT STOP YOU IS SO GOOD IM DYING WHYYYYYYYYYYY(got so hyped for smut when, when it was a TO BE CONTINUED 😭😭😭😭😭😭) its so good omg i cant wait flr mext tuesday but omg my soul meeds help😭😭 ❤~

heheheheh~ I feel so evil ohmygod haha^^ BUT NEXT CHAPTER IS TO BE CONTINUED...so, can you guess what the next chapter will be 100% dedicated to? ;) Thank you so much for reading ^^

Anonymous said: It's so incredibly cute that Jungkook stocks his fridge purely for a sense of normalcy

I think so too ^^ It’s the part of him that desires to be human in the end. Even though he is a Vampire, he has always been curious and slightly envious of humans.

Anonymous said: YOU DID IT THANK YOU SO MUCH

I DON’T KNOW WHAT I DID BUT YOU’RE WELCOME AND THANK YOU SO MUCH D:

Anonymous said: aye its 2 am and iwsy part 12 is here tURN UP!!! -daisy

MISS DAISY GET UR CUTE BUTT TO BED~~~

@ashrvyera said: Holy frickityfrack I've never wanted a week to pass so quickly. IM DYING FOR THE DEETS OF IWSY PART 12

Don’t worry~ Chapter 13 will be even juicier ;) Thank you so much for reading!

@animeimmortal said: ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDIN ME? OH MA LAWD. How? Why? I AM SO THIRSTY FOR MORE YOU DONT EVEN KNOW for the lOve oF LORD JESUS CHRIST AND EVERY OTHER VISHNU OUT THERE I don't even knoW ANYMORE WHY DO YOU MAKE US SUFFER in sorryy I love you WHYYYYYY

I am an evil person and I admit to this. a 100% tease and I love to play c: But don’t worry, the next chapter will hopefully quench your thirst ;3 I love you too! Thank you babe ^^

@what-just-happened-help said: Eek!! New chapter of I Won't Stop You was so amazing!! But what was with that cruel cliffhanger?! I'm honestly dying over here~ On another note, I'm really interested in how the story will continue, because you seem to have big things planned plot wise!! I'll be happily awaiting next tuesday, keep up the good work and don't stress! Love you~

Thank you thinking it was amazing! And, I do apologise for the cruel cliffhanger - but to make up for it, the whole next chapter will be dedicated to what you’ve been denied in this chapter :3 And yes! I have a lot of big things planned...I hope it will be shocking, surprising and exciting! Thank you for reading my love, and I’ll keep working hard to write good stories! I love you more :D

@seokjinaf said: I WON'T STOP IS SO GOOD I LOVE OT SO MUCH YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD WRITER ❤😭 (cont.) I won't stop you* oops lol

Thank you so much baby! I’m so happy you like it ❤ ❤ ❤

@mahirookumura sadi: YOU CAN'T END IT LIKE THIS!!!! MAAANNN I'M THIRSTY AS NOW FOR JEONGKOOK!!!!!!!!

Don’t worry! Things will continue right where they left off in Chapter 13~ ;) GOOD, IT MAKES ME HAPPY TO KNOW YOU’RE THIRSTY ASF NOW c:

Anonymous said: I HAVE BEEN AWOKEN BY THE CLIFFHANGER GOODNESS I DONT KNOW IF I CAN SLEEP STRAIGHT THINKING ABOUT THE NEXT CHAPTER LIKE... OH SNAP JUNGKOOK'S GONNA SHOW HIS DING DONG NEXT WEEK.... or will he? 🤔 -daisy

JUNGKOOK’S GONNA SHOW HIS DING DONG. DAISY. I’m fuCKING CRYING OH MY GOD I LAUGHED SO MUCH AT THAT HAHAHA~~ I hope you managed to get back to sleep my love >< Thank you so much for reading it and I hope you’ll enjoy the next ;)

@minty--suga said: i am,,in love with the last chapter of i wont stop you,,,,thank u for blessing us

Thank you so much my love! I’m glad I could make you happy with it! ^^

Anonymous said: Ahhhh you cant leave me like that ughh i fucking love this whole serie 😍😍😍 So its obvious that the next chapter is also a smut chapter ;)) Btw you are an amazing writer so keep writing!! :)

You’re not wrong ;) Thank you so much my love, I really appreciate that! Have a wonderful day!

@jaypark5 said: To be continued..... I cry 😢😢😢😢😢 From joy and sadness that I have to wait 😢

Don’t cry my love! This chapter was just a teaser for the main event in the next one ;) Thank you for reading!

@audreymv said: You're such a tease man. Like boi I lOVE IT. Jungkook is about to get it on and it is my favorite thing. I am just falling for this story even more. Like I love Smut and you write it well. Like this Fanfic is going to kill me

You’re right, I am an absolute tease~ I hope to make the next chapter as intense and detailed as possible :3 Thank you so much for reading it dear! ^^

Anonymous said: WE NEED MORE OF THAT SEXY STUFF NOT JUST THAT AHHHHH BUT THANK YOU FOR WRITING SUCH AWESOME STUFF FOR US AHHHH I LOVED THE CHAPTER!!! ❤❤

More sexy stuff will continue in the next one c: That was just a little snippet of what is to come! Thank you so much my love :) I hope you have a great day!

@darkmoonmary said: *having difficulties with breathing, the cause being I Won't Stop You Part 12*

*resuscitates you* stay strong for the next chapter! I think you might like it~ Well, I hope you will anyway :3 Thank you for reading!

Anonymous said: Why just why did you have to nd it like that 😭 You're such a tease,now I have to wait for another week for the next part.I can't wait to see what happens next😏Anyway thank you and congrats on getting more that 1,000 notes for the previous part😚

I apologise for the amount of teasing I love to do~ heh ^^ Thank you for reading it my love, and I hope you’ll enjoy the next part! And thank you for telling me, I had no idea! I knew that my first chapter of this series hit 1k so that made me really happy because it let’s me know that you are all enjoying it ^^ Thank you so much! :D

Anonymous said: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IM SO DEAD. IM LITERALLY SCREAMING INSIDE! I WONT STOP U 12 IM DEAD. WHY DO U DO DIS TO ME T-T! Anxiously waiting for 13 IWST smut, ehehe *smirks* BUT DAMN GIRL IM SO DEAD! IM SO INTO THIS FIC TYSM! Have a good week! Xoxo <3 ~Yuno

Hello Yuno! I’m so glad to know that you’re liking the series my dear ^^ It makes me really happy!! I hope you’ll enjoy more sexy stuff next week c: I hope you have a great week too lovely! ^^

Anonymous said: Damn woman, that girl needs some lovin asap - wedding anon

I need some lovin WHUT YOU TALKING ABOUT *whispers incoherent words about being so fucking sexually frustrated* tHANK YOU FOR READING my lovely wedding anon~

Anonymous said: I'm really glad you've built up y/n's and jungkook's relationship in i won't stop you instead of just being like "yeah, these people are just gonna fuck" like most writers would do

Thank you so much for appreciating the time I’ve taken to build up a backstory and their relationship! I personally don’t mind when people jump straight into the whole smut thing - but this is more my style. Especially when writing a story and creating characters for people to hopefully relate to in some way!

Anonymous said: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I WAS ON THE TRAIN WHEN I READ THIE AND STARTED SCREAMING! MY OTP YES THIS WAS SO GREAT ILY - panda anon

AAAAAAAA I’m so glad it could make you scream heh~ Thank you for reading it despite screaming on the train :3 I hpoe you’ll enjoy the next chapter too, panda anon!

Anonymous said: OMG IM JUST I...I...I IM JUST SO LIKE....*dies*

It’s okay, I feel your pain *hugs*

Anonymous said: I ABSOLUTELY LOVE "I WONT STOP YOU" I LITERALLY FELL APART READING PART 12. I CANT WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK ASDFGHJKL

Thank you so much my love ^^ I’m so happy you enjoyed it!

Anonymous said: "[...]you were extremely thirsty." Ahahaha wellp. We probably all are with this cliffhanger. Omg sara, what is happening?? XD love the story as usual! Excited for the next part for no special reason at all. Hahaha <3 -unnianon

Hello unnianon! Thank you for picking up on the double meaning to that sentence ;) And yes! For no reason at all...*wiggles eyebrows* heh ^^ Thank you so much for reading my dear!

Anonymous said: OMG THIS UPDATE HAS ME SCREAMING I LOVE YOUR STORIES GIRL KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK👌👌

I’m so happy you enjoyed it :3 I’ll keep working hard and thank you for reading!

Anonymous said: FUCJSHADBDHSOSUDCTVSOAHA SARA WHY YOU LEFT IT HANGING LIKE THAT! I swear 'I Won't Stop You' will be the death me! Jungkook isn't even my bias and I feel so wrecked right now..... good job by the way

Because I just wanted to get you all riled up in preparation for next week’s chapter c: Thank you so much for reading dear! ^^

THAT NEW CHAPTER WAS SOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOD. I'm so happy Jungkook and her finally stepped it up 💕💕 great work as usual

Thank you my darling :3 I’m really happy that you’re enjoying it ^^ And yes! Finally they are accepting their feelings for each other and showing it in the process :3

Anonymous said: BRUH. CAN IT BE NEXT TUESDAY ALREADY OMG. I cannot express in words, how much I FREAKING love this story! I feel like in a way, the girl relates so much to my personality, that when I read I Won't Stop You, it feels even more like it's me T.T cuz yenno sometimes when you read fics, it doesn't totally feel natural cuz the character may do things differently than yourself. BUT DAMN. This girl is TOTALLY ME LOL. I've been trying to read less smut (lol) but wooo IM SO READY FOR THEM TO GET IT ON AHA

I’m so glad she’s very relatable to you. Honestly, when I write stories - I do often project myself into them with all the characters involved. The things Y/N does are things that would be close to how I would do or react to in real life ^^ So we must be very similar heh~ I’m really happy you’re enjoying it, and I hope you enjoy the future chapters too :3 Thank you!

Anonymous said: i DiEd fOR goodNesSSSs sakE... Can't wait for next week's chapter :)

Please don’t die, that would make me very sad :c Thank you my love!

Anonymous said: SHDHSKDGKCODVDIDBF W H Y!!!! DEAR JESUS I WON'T STOP YOU SERIES WILL BE THE DEATH OF MEEEE!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH MMM

NO DYING IS ALLOWED BUT SCREAMS OF PAIN AND PLEASURE ARE WELCOME~ lol thank you so much for reading it and enjoying it :3

Anonymous said: I usually don't like Vampire Stories and avoid fanfics BUT YOUR WRITING is *so* good I can't even. I wish I could put my thoughts on your writing skills in such beautiful words like you do it but all I can say is UGH. Everything is so detailed and well described so that I can see a clear picture in my head but with enough space to add my own things.You're honestly just amazing. You should become an author or sth like that.. (IWSY IS MY NEW LIFE AND I HATE THE CLIFFHANGER IN PT.12)

I’ve had a few people say to me that they usually don’t like Vampire Fanfics, so for you guys to read mine despite them not usually being your cup of tea makes me feel so amazing, you have no idea :) I appreciate that you notice the detail I put in! I want to create an entire scene in your head of the world I have imagined - with like you said, enough room for you to imagine smaller details too. Maybe one day when I am even older and even more bitter (if that’s possible) I will become an author :P heh~ Thank you so much for reading my love! I hope you’ll enjoy all the sexy stuff in the next chapter, too ;3

Anonymous said: GIRL YOU CANNOT JUST LEAVE US HANGING LIKE THAT 😫😫😭 We need the Jungkook sexy time

I give you my oath that in the next chapter, Jungkook sexy time will be delivered~ Heh^^ Thank you for reading!

@coppertopging said: I need a drink... do you have any holy water available?

*gives you an entire bucket of holy water* only if you share with me~ c:

Anonymous said: aaaa ive been waiting for p 12 of the vampire au :(

I posted it last night! If you have already read it, I hope you enjoyed it my love! ^^

Anonymous said: WHY? WHY R U DOING THIS TO ME? I WON'T STOP YOU IS MAKING ME FEEL SO MANY THINGS THAT I CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN sorry for yelling but OH MY GOD I JUST AHJDDYJSOXHEHDBSKHDIEHEHD (this is me dying)

DON’T BE SORRY FOR YELLING C: I’m glad it’s making you feel a lot of things :3 Thank you for reading it and I hope you’ll enjoy next week’s chapter too! ;)

Anonymous said: Don't u have to, like, stop writing i won't stop you for a while just to breath or something cause GURLLLLL that last part was sexy af

Hmm, usually I just imagine it all in my head and write furiously :P I really live in the moment when I write it and write accordingly to what’s happening in my mind! The problem occurs when I read it back and I feel my cheeks burning or I feel some type of way if you catch my drift haha~ Thank you my love for reading it! ^^

Anonymous said: SUCH A CLIFFHANGER!! I HATE IT. Just kidding. I LOVE IT I LOVED IT SO MUCH I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH. I CANT WAIT AHHH ITS SO GOOD

I’m so sorry for the cliffhangerrrrrrr ahh :( But truth be told, it WAS running on too long for a single chapter. And the smut I have planned is very detailed. And I figured it needs a whole chapter of its own :3 I hope you’ll enjoy it! And thank you for reading this chapter, too :D

Anonymous said: SARA WHAT THE FUCK. I CANT BELIEVE YOU DID THAT TO ME. OMFG I'M SO I CANT EVEN WHY DID I KNOW YOU WOULD TEASE THE FUCK OUT OF ME THEN STOP. YOU'RE SO UNBELIEVABLE. I CANT EVEN. (really Ily and you're so good at writing) I HATE THIS SO MUCH MAKE IT TUESDAY NOW. I NEED MORE. IM GONNA RIP MY HAIR OUT

If there is one thing you should know about me, I am a hellish tease. Always have been, always will be. In every aspect of my life :3 I hope you enjoyed the chapter, despite being denied :P But next chapter will hopefully satisfy your needs! hehe~ Thank you for reading my dear :)

@lucas-is-mine said: (1)Jungkook,Yoongi,Tae said she special and here comes my theories :p Maybe bc she has some connection with vampires, possibly her parents death was caused by them,she likes to bite,maybe she's not human and doesnt know yet. I like to guess (2)what you mean behind some senteces that you wrote. About the last chapter i was screaming when it finished like that but i can survive another week and im really excited for the next part. Thanks for your effort! :)

Ooooh look at you with all your theories :3 I actually love it when people tell me what they think will happen! But of course, I’ll never say whether you are wrong or right :3 Thank you so much for reading and I really hope you’ll like the next chapter ^^ There is still a lot more to unfold in the story, so I hope it will make you keep guessing! ^^

Anonymous said: ITS 4AM HERE AND IM LOSING MY MIND ON THE ENDING OF I WONT STOP YOU ! LIKE HOW DARE U OML IM DYING AND I WANNA CRY ! NOW I HAVE TO WAIT A WHOLE WEEK YET AGAIN BUT THATS OK CUZ ITS SO WORTH IT I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND OMF FML I CANT ! I LIVE FOR THIS FANFIC I STG IT GIVES ME LIFE AND MY EMOTIONS R EVERYWHERE AFTER READING 😭😭

I’M SO SORRY I APOLOGISE c: But hopefully you enjoyed it despite the denial :3 I promise you that you will get what you want next week with the next chapter that I post! :3 Thank you so much for reading my love :)

Anonymous said: ya kno the moment i saw the warning you put in the beginning i knew shits bout to go down I WENT LIKE AYYYEEEE MY BOY FINALLY GOING IT AFTER HUNDRED OF YEARS BOY GET IT (same for the oc like GET THAT DICK GIRL) before clicking BUT I WAS WRONGJSDFSBGJBHNA WHAT DID I DO TO MY PAST LIFE TO DESERVE THIS LETS SKIP WEEKENDS AND GO STRAIGHT AHEAD like seriously this fic makes me excited for tuesday actually nO TUESDAY IS MY FAVE DAY OF THE WEEK NOWGHJFSBGKJSG

GET THAT DICK GIRL LMFAO I’M SCREAMING RIGHT NOW! I’m sorry for teasing you terribly~ But, next chapter will hopefully make up for it :3 I’m so happy to know that I can make you look forward to Tuesdays! Thank you for reading my series and I hope you have an awesome day darling!

Anonymous said: I HAS BEEN WAITING FOR SMUT SINCE PART 1. CLIFFHANGERS ARE THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE. Y U DO DIS?

Good things come to those who wait, you little vixen! Hehe~ I hope you’ll enjoy all the sexy stuff :3

@kpop-everythings said: 9-10pm on Tuesdays UK time automatically means Wednesdays in Australia. Wednesdays are the magical days in which I am blessed with Vamp!kook

Ahh yes because you are 12 (?) hours ahead of UK time, right? I’m glad I can bless you with VampKook :3 Thank you so much for reading my series darling! ^^

Anonymous said: Holy shit. I won't stop you. Is this it? Finally? The smut we've been waiting for?! Ohmfjgosh!

It’s the beginning of the smut that will happen throughout the next chapter! There will ALSO be more smut scenes in future chapters too~ Don’t worry my love - I plan on feeding you well :3

Anonymous said: THE SMUT HAS ARRIVED! *WINK WINK*

IT HAS ARRIVED AND I HOPE YOU’LL ENJOY IT :3 Thank you so much for reading lovely :)

@jeonjowaaan said: OH MY FREAKING GOD I WILL NOT GONNA CHANGE TO ANONYMOUS CAUSE IM NOT ASHAMED TO TELL YOU THAT IM ONE OF YOUR FAN I REALLY LOVE YOUR STORIES SPEACIALLY I WONT STOP YOU 😭 I ALWAYS LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR UPDATE CAUSE GOD KNOWS HOW YOU RELIEF MY STRESS 💕

I’m glad you came off anonymous to tell me! :) heh~ I’m so happy you love the series so far my dear ^^ I hope you look forward to the next chapter! ^^

Anonymous said: Hiiiii omgggg I've been following your Jungkook fic obsessively and I have to say your latest update had me on edge! Can't wait to see what comes next. You are doing work of the gods please keep it up <3

Hello dear! Thank you for reading it since the beginning ^^ It makes me so happy that you are enjoying it! Work of the gods heh~ I don’t think so! But I’ll keep trying to do my best :3 Have a great day babe!

@callmessam said: 'Over, and over again.' This cliffhanger though! I need answers. What is your expression when you wrote this whole chapter, not to mention the cliffhanger? Cos I can imagine you smiling evilly, knowing this is a torture for us 😍

You’ll just have to wait for next week to find out those answers :3 But I hope you won’t be disappointed! I DID kind of have an evil smile on my face when I ended it with that cliffhanger :3 I apologise for all the teasing! But hopefully its pleasured torture in the end~ heh^^

@eatjinma said: I just want to say that I won't stop you is genuinely the best fic I have read. I'm so in love with it. KEEP SLAYING GURL ;) kisses from England

Ahh thank you so much my love! Thank you for reading it and enjoying it :3 I’m also from England yay! ^^

@bangtangurlarmy said: I HATE YOU BUT I LOVE YOU MORE FOR PART 12. YOU'RE JUST AWESOME AND IT'S HORRIBLE HOW YOU ENDED IT JUST LIKE THAT. DO YOU NOT CARE FOR US? OMG IM DYING. I LOVE YOU

Don’t worry my little dear~ I will feed you all very well next week! :3 Heh~ Thank you so much for reading it! I hope you enjoyed it ^^

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