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420themanbehindtheslaughter69 · 4 years ago

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Found Diary...

This is 100% based on a TikTok I legit just saw by yoongi.xd so full credit to them for the idea :)

R/F/N = Random Female Name R/M/N = Random Male Name

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst(?), lemon(not really)

Au: Non-Idol au, High School au, Gender neutral! Reader, it's 2019, Yoongi is 17

Song: Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds

Word Count

Warnings: swearing,

Pov: alternating

POV - Y/n's First Person

High school... I hate it. I've always hated it. I feared going into high school since I was little. The only reason why I had any bit of motivation is that I got to see my best friend Yoongi.

Min Yoongi. The introvert who can do literally anything. It's crazy. I don't know how we ended up becoming friends, but we did. He's always been a tough cookie and had a hard exterior. Though it didn't take long for me to break into it.

It apparently took less amount of time for this bitch named R/f/n. They met about two months ago, and they're already sucking faces.

Which is what's happening right now.

"Can you guys like not to do that while I'm trying to eat?" I look at Yoongi and R/f/n and they pull away.

"No." R/f/n scoffs trying to pull Yoongi back in for a... I can't even call it a kiss. "No, R/f/n, it's okay. We can continue later, Okay?" R/f/n pouts and nods her head, making me fake a gag.

"Okay, Yoongi-Baby. I should probably get going then. I love you." She stands up giving him another kiss. "I love you too, R/f/n." They wave to each other and she exits the cafeteria.

"Fucking finally. I thought that you'd be stuck there forever." My comment makes Yoongi chuckle. "Yeah, she's really touchy. It's okay though. I like her a lot." He looks down with a shy smile on his face.

"Yeah, I know you like her a lot. And I'm so happy that you've finally found someone that makes you happy." He looks up at me and I smile at him. "What do you mean? You make me happy? You're my friend." The legendary words that make any fool break.

Being friends with him is great and all but I think I would prefer to be more. "You know what I mean, Yoongi. We're friends, not lovers. She makes you happy in a romantic way." I stick my spoon in the pudding of my school lunch and stir it around before deciding that there is no way in Hell am I going to eat it.

"Thank god you're not about to eat that. I probably would've thrown up if you did." Yoongi says chuckling before drinking the chocolate milk in a cardboard box. "It's chunky." He continues after setting the milk down.

I look at the pudding and pull a face of disgust. "Yeah, it's very chunky." I throw the spoon on the tray and look over at the clock on the wall. "We have 10 minutes to get to class... Do you wanna start heading there now?" Yoongi nods and we both stand up and throw our shit away.

As we exit the Cafeteria, this stupid fucking bitch, R/m/n, throws a basketball at me. I hate guys. "Yo Yoongi! You gonna play later? Also sorry..." He stops for a moment and looks at me. "You." He then looks back at Yoongi.

"Nah, I promised Y/n that I'd help them with their homework." R/m/n nods and walks away. I completely forgot that I had asked him to help me.

"Thank fucking god it's Friday. I literally don't wanna have to deal with these fuckers for much longer." Yoongi says wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

~ After School~

"Do you really need help? It seems as if you just wanted to hang out?" Yoongi drops the notebook onto his bed and looking at me. Obviously, I lied. I look away in shame, and he chuckles. "If you wanted to hang out, you could've just asked. We're friends after all."

"But it seems as if we've been so distant." He lets out a long sigh and he rubs his eyes.

"Is this about R/f/n?" Yoongi raises his voice a little bit, making me jump.

"No, it isn't about R/f/n. I mean it kind of is bu-" Yoongi lets out a long irritated sigh.

"Why do you hate her so much? What the fuck did she do to you?" He yells at me.

"I never said I hated her!" Even though I do despise her, I would never admit that, especially to Yoongi. "What the fuck is your problem? Why are you getting so mad at me?" Suddenly, I'm angry. All I wanted was to hang out with Yoongi outside of school after what seems like the first time in months, and he's getting angry with me for no reason? Oh hell no.

"Recently all you've been doing is complaining about the fact that we're never with each other, but you're forgetting that we literally go to the same school and that we have most of the same classes! It's so fucking annoying!" I'm furious now. I stand up and start packing up my stuff with tears in my eyes.

I'm not crying because I'm sad, I'm crying because I'm angry. I run out of his room and get my shoes on at his door. "Y/n... I didn't mean to-" He calmly states as he stands at the top of the stairs.

"No. Fuck you Min Yoongi." I finally walk out of his house wanting nothing more than to lay in my bed. I want nothing more than to be at home, in my own room, with my headphones in, curled up under my blankets. I stomp down the street speedily, I turn around and see Yoongi standing outside his house.

"Yeah... fuck you Min Yoongi," I mutter looking forward again.

Lunchtime... It used to be my favourite subject in school because that's when I got to see Yoongi. It's been about a week since our fight. It was such a silly fight as well. I also haven't felt like eating out in public, so I haven't been buying any lunch.

Yoongi seems happy. He's been with the basketball players, their girlfriends, and R/f/n. He's acting as if nothing happened, as if he didn't freak out at me. I only have two other friends other than him, and one of them, Tara, doesn't have the same lunch as me.

"Hello~ Earth to Y/n!" Tommy says, waving his hand in front of my face. Tommy and Tara are twins, and they both happen to my two other friends. Convenient, I know. "You've been staring at Yoongi for the past ten minutes." Tommy continues before taking a big bite of his sandwich.

A sandwich that includes turkey, bologna, provolone cheese, mayo, and tofurkey. For some reason, he likes the smokey flavour of the fake meat mixed with the real meat. "Yeah, I'm aware I've been staring at him." I roll my eyes, playfully making Tommy laugh.

Tommy. Twin brother of Tara. Both are seventeen and from America. He has messy brown hair and greenish-brown eyes that look green in the right lighting, and in another lighting, looks brown. Cheap warm-tones cafeteria lighting makes his eyes the in-between colour of hazel. He has pale skin with natural red cheeks, along with freckles across his nose. He's not unattractive but he's definitely not on most people's level of beauty.

"How are you after the fight?" He says nonchalantly, peeling the crust off of part of the sandwich he's about to bite into.

"I wouldn't necessarily call it a fight. More of a 'he flipped and I didn't wanna deal with it' situation." I pick at my nails anxiously. I don't wanna talk about this. Tara knows that, but I guess she didn't tell Tommy.

"Yeah... Right." He says squinting his eyes at me to show he doesn't fully believe me. "Anyway, you wanna hang out after school? My biological dad sent a new video game if you wanna try it with me." I look at him with wide eyes, making him chuckle a little.

"Fuck yeah! What time?" He stops and thinks for a moment.

"Four-Thirty? I have theatre club after school."

I also have stuff after school to do. Not like a club, I mean I guess you can call it that, but I just go and chill out in the Library, reading a book with a group of other students. It's not a club where you have to sign up to be in, but more of a free-range. It's fun and relaxing, especially since I don't have to talk to anyone there unless the leader really wants us to, which she's an introvert and doesn't want to.

Alas, the school day is over. It's two-fifteen, the bell has rung indicating that we can now leave, but I head over to the library. Oh, I'm the first one here. I take a deep breath as I sit in the comfortable cushioned rocking chair in the corner of the Library. This area is very isolated, which is why we sit over here. It's quiet and away from other students who are wanting to come in here and study or something.

Though it's isolated, in the seat I am in, I have the perfect view of the door, which is open from Seven-thirty to two-fifteen, and then after, the Librarian, Mr Kim, who isn't too much older than us, closes the door but it remains unlocked.

It's now two-thirty, most of the kids that usually show up are here reading their books, there are a few new students who just wanted an escape, and-

"Ayo Yoongi pass the ball!" I look over at the door and see a dude, I recognize as R/m/n catching the brownish-red ball from a shorter boy with dark hair, I can obviously notice is Yoongi, especially since R/m/n called his name. I whine slightly as I slump into my chair. I hear the girls who are misogynistic for their boyfriend's validation giggle as they watch the guys.

Please God... don't let them see me.

Luckily they didn't, and I continue reading until I finish the book. Then I packed up my stuff and decided that it was better off that I leave early.

POV- Yoongi's First Person

"Hey, Yoongi~" R/f/b comes strutting over with her friends with a notebook in her hand. That looks like Y/n's notebook... she never let anyone touch it.

"I found Y/n's diary." She smiles mischievously.

"Let's read it!" R/m/n says, and the others agree. "But Yoongi should be the one to read it." R/f/n rolls her eyes before handing it to me.

I don't really wanna have to do this...

"Dear Diary, I will be writing all of my important accomplishments or just important things in general here. So starting with today, we have a new kid. He's really cute, I'm afraid to talk to him though."

"Boring! Skip forward!" One of R/f/n friends say. I nod and skip a few pages. October tenth two-thousand thirteen... that's when Y/n and I met.

"Today is October 10, 2013. Oh, dear Diary, I met a boy. He made my dull heart light up with joy. He's shy and kind of mean, but I think I can become his friend. I'm gonna keep trying." Oh god... I continue reading every few pages until the most recent...

"Dear Diary... we fell apart. He yelled at me and called me annoying. I had lied to him, saying I needed help with homework, when in reality, I just wanted to be with him. I wanted to be with him outside of school, with no interruptions from his basketball friends who always push me around when he's not there, with no interruptions from his snobby girlfriend to told me to go kill myself and to stay away from him. Just him and I. But when he noticed that I didn't actually need help, he flipped. I don't know what I did wrong... maybe it was because I kept it a secret that his friends are so shitty. At least I still have Tommy and Tara. They're the only ones I need. Oh, who am I kidding? I miss him so much. I love him." My heart stops as I continue reading. I look up at the people around me who just stare at me awkwardly and apologetically.

"Did you guys really do that to them?" I take them not answering as a yes. I look down at my watch to see it only just hit four o'clock. I have to go see y/n...

I put their diary in my bag and swing it over my shoulder before running out of the library. Everything seems to have turned in slow motion. My heart is pounding My friends are yelling after me, but all I want is to see y/n. I want to see their beautiful smile again. They like me... They like me. I was so blind to notice, but now I think about it, it was so obvious. I smile while running as I think about all the moments I have had with Y/n.

I finally arrived at Y/n's house, I'm out of breath and my legs sting. I walk up to the front door...

POV- Y/n's First Person

It's currently Four twenty-five, so I should probably start heading out to Tommy and Tara's house. Just as I open the door, I am greeted by someone I really don't wanna see. Yoongi.

"Y/n..." He lets out a long sigh and a small smile. "I'm so sorry. I fucked up. I don't even know why I freaked out as I did." I just stand there. I don't know what to say to him. I miss him... I miss being with him. I open my mouth to say something, but my mouth is dry and I can't say anything. Yoongi steps closer. My heart pounds out of my chest. His hand makes contact with my hip hand and...

The world around us has stopped. Nothing else is important. Min Yoongi is standing in my doorway kissing me. His single hand on my waist, slides around to my back, pulling me closer. We can't...

I push him away. "Yoongi..." I whisper. I didn't mean for it to come out so quietly, but with how nervous I am I can't help it. I want to kiss him. I've always wanted to... but now that it's actually happening-

"Y/n... I love you. I love you so much. I'm so sorry... please I need you back in my life... I never realized your feelings for me until just recently, and because I finally realized, that made me rethink everything. I never truly liked R/f/n... I never felt the way I do when I'm with you. You make me happy." He pants, pulling me toward my living room couch. I comply and sit next to him.

"Yoongi... I really like you. I always have. But you never liked me, why has that suddenly changed?" I want to cry. I feel so overwhelmed by everything. He shrugs before placing his hand on my cheek.

"Can I kiss you again... please?" I don't even care anymore. I nod and he pulls me towards him. His soft upturned lips make contact with mine. I move his silky hands from my cheek to my waist, and I hold onto his face. Yoongi's tongue tries to enter my mouth, but I allow it. I suck on his tongue as his lips are still pressed to mine.

Knock Knock Knock Knock

We pull away quickly. He laughs at the string of spit connecting us before I stand up and go over to the door.

"Hey, Tommy."

"It's five o'clock... is everything okay?" I look at my phone and my eyes widen. Has it really been thirty minutes since Yoongi got here?

"Yeah everything's fine, I'll be over in a minute though, okay? I might need to even wait until my mom gets home so she can drive me over since it's getting dark." Tommy nods and smiles. He waves and walks away, so I quickly shut the door and walk back over to Yoongi. "My room, now," I say softly and we both run up the stairs and into my room.

It's been a while since he's been in my room. I never told her, but my mom knew I liked Yoongi and as much as she trusted him, she felt afraid that he would do something.

Yoongi tackles me onto my bed after locking my door. His hands are on either side of my head. He dips down and starts leaving small kisses up my neck to my mouth, once he reaches my mouth he just barely touches it. "Yoongi... please..." I whine and he chuckles. I tangle my fingers in his hair.

Oh god, his beautiful dark hair. People wouldn't consider his hair curly, but it has some natural texture to it. So silky and soft. So healthy... every damn thing about Yoongi is perfect. His soft lips trail from my mouth to the soft dimple on my cheek, down my neck. He lingers at my neck for a little while, allowing me to feel how perfect even his lips are. So good at kissing, I guess that watching him and R/f/n make out had to lead me to think otherwise... R/f/n.

"Wait... Yoongi." He pulls away with a hum and looks at me. His dark lust-filled eyes have now turned into precious puppy dog eyes. They're glossed over and widened, as his lips are in a pout. "What about R/f/n?" He chuckles, making me embarrassed for asking.

"I'm done with her. Don't think about her, or Tommy, or R/m/n, or Tara, or Mr. Kim, or Ms. Jung. Think about us." I nod and he leans down to kiss me again, but before he can, someone knocks on my door.

"Y/n, I'm home." My mom says on the other side of the door.

"Okay, hi mom!" I call out, Yoongi flops softly onto the space next to me and wraps his arms around me.

"Tommy give me my phone!" I yell as Tommy and I run around my living room. Yoongi and Tara laugh at us, and I finally grabbed my phone from him and stuff it in my pants.

"Do you really think that'll stop me?" He says reaching towards me, but stops when Yoongi lets out a cough. "Sorry, Yoongi. Didn't mean that in a creepy way." He awkwardly apologizes and we sit down on the couch. I drape the blanket over Yoongi and I, as Tommy and Tara fight over who gets to hold the popcorn.

"I thought this was gonna be a calm movie night," Yoongi whispers in my ear with a smile. I let out a soft laugh and look over at the two twins.

"At least Tara isn't threatening to shove her fist up his ass again." Just as I say that, Tara then yells she was gonna shove her fist up Tommy's ass.

"I don't want anything else than to be here with you guys," Yoongi whispers again, placing a kiss on my nose. "I love you."

"I love you more."

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starlighttaek8 · 5 years ago

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Redamancy

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 4k+

Genre: Fluff. Just Super Fluff.

Plot Summary: This is a sequel to my other story, Untitled. I guess you don’t HAVE to read it, but this story will be able to be understood better if you do.

So, this is just a really fluffy Yoongi x reader story, with a lot of cute moments.

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Him.

You had just met up with Seokjin and his wife.

Tragic really, he was your first love and to see him married and with a child will always hurt.

That nagging voice, toxic in nature, always in the back of your mind, plaguing your thoughts of how to rip and shred and cause havoc just to make him yours.

Thankfully, these intrusive thoughts were only a very small piece of your mind and as you left the coffee shop that day, you couldn't help but be proud of yourself for how much you have grown as a person.

Although you have always been a more in your head person, a person whose world is so internally focused, you should really focus on what is right in front of you.

Especially when you walk out the door of the coffee shop right as another person walks in.

The surprise collision also made you spill your coffee, all over this person's, objectively nice, sans coffee, dress pants and shoes.

"I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, rushing back into the shop to get some napkins.

"I'm really such a clutz, I'm always in my head, please forgive me!" You rush out, practically begging for this stranger's forgiveness although he had yet to speak.

"Erm.. It's okay." He responded, shock from having hot coffee spilled all over his ankles substantially subsided.

You looked up and you admit, you were startled at his appearance.

He was quite handsome, bleached blonde hair falling lightly over his forehead. His eyes were the second thing you noticed, the intensity of the brown irises not one that you could soon forget.

Min Yoongi.

At the discovery of the identity of the person in front of you, once you had finished cleaning off his pants the best you could, you slowly stood up to meet him.

"Min Yoongi?"

"Um.. Yes, have we met?"

"Well... Not officially. I've been Seokjin's friend since we were little. He would occasionally talk of his friends and point them out to me."

"And you remembered me?"

"Well... Yes. I may be clumsy with my feet, but I usually never forget a name or face."

There was a reason why you didn't forget his face in particular though.

He was the only other one, besides Jin, that would have let you play with them.

Occasionally, as the rest of the class was walking inside, he would look at the drawings you made in the dirt, and give you a tiny grin.

Then there was that one time where most of their friend group had gotten sick from the nasty germs that infested the public schools.

This time, it wasn't a tiny grin as you drew intricate designs in the sand.

This time, he picked up his own stick, and as you drew, he drew.

While your designs were more freeform, circular, wavy, carefree, his were angular, calculated. Each line he drew complimented yours, with the both of them creating a beautiful pattern in the sand.

Neither of you talked during this experience, two silent people drawing shapes in the ground.

As the bell rang, and the teacher started gathering kids to go back inside, you shared a small smile with him, as newly kindred spirits and went back inside.

That same moment never happened again.

5 months later and just as school was ending, you overheard that his parents were getting divorced. He was going to live with his father, about 3 hours away.

Until now, you never saw him again.

But then was then, and now is now, and seeing his older, yet still youthful features grace your eyes once more sent a small smile to your face.

"Well, color me impressed then. Are you in a hurry?"

"Erm.. No, I'm not, I just.., I just met with Seokjin, his wife, and their new daughter. We haven't seen each other in a good 5 years."

"Wow, so it's been a while. Are they still here?"

"No, they left just about 10 minutes ago, Seokjin mentioned something about a pediatrician appointment. Are you sure you're okay? Um, I can buy you a coffee as an apology, if you want..," you offer, still embarrassed as you look at the mess you made on his nice pants.

"Oh... Yeah," he snickers softly, "I'm fine, these things happen, but if you don't mind, since I was the one who interrupted your thinking process, I could get you a new cup of coffee, and we could catch up a bit. You know, since you're not in a hurry and all."

Having an actual conversation with him was different.

When you were kids, the only conversation you had was the unspoken kind, the kind that only kindred, creative, quiet minds could have.

But as you spoke with him that afternoon, you realized just how much you both were alike, and just how much you were different.

You shared a lot of the same interests. He had studied Music in university, you liked music, liked being a term that did not, in any way, describe your love for it.

Music, to you, was another form of life in and of itself. Another plane of existence so to speak.

It was vibrant, it flowed, each musical note a new wave in the air, perfectly differing from the note before it, creating chords, symphonies, tying in all that mattered in the world into neat little waves of sound. Each note had a life of its own, but only with the other notes did it have true meaning, only with the other notes was it able to become true music to your ears.

That's how spending time with Yoongi was.

After your impromptu coffee shop date, you both exchanged contact information, and as soon as you arrived home that night, a small buzz accompanied by a picture of Yoongi greeted you.

As time went on, you were able to get to know Yoongi better. You often hung around the same coffee shop that you met at, and you could already feel a small twinge of something in your heart.

The first time you held hands with him you weren't sure you should count, as it was, much like many things that you did, purely on accident.

It had been precisely a week since you two exchanged numbers at the coffee shop, and you had already arranged to meet each other for dinner.

There was something about not only the way you met all those years ago, but also, Yoongi realized from the short conversation you had shared over coffee that there was something special about you, from the way that you frequently spaced out into your own thoughts, as if your inner mind was a much more interesting place than anything the outside world had to offer, to the way that you got so excited when you saw a cute puppy across the street that you just about ran into traffic in an effort to get to it.

The way you started to take steps off the sidewalk alerted him immediately, and he took hold of your hand, barely saving you from a car speeding past you, and bringing you back into the safety of the sidewalk, and coincidentally right against his chest.

As you looked up at him from his embrace, you could see the panicked look in his eyes and the short breaths that escaped his lungs in small puffs, visible due to the chilly weather.

From that moment on, he didn't let go of your hand, claiming "I can't lose you because you get distracted by a butterfly and decide to get yourself killed by traipsing through fast traffic."

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As said before, many things in your life happened by accident, both good and bad.

Two months after the hand holding incident, something else happened.

Accidents happen, you understand that, but why of all the accidents did it have to be this.

"...and that's why Jin has a short scar on his hand."

"Oh my goodness! Yoongi!" You laughed as he told you some of the things that happened in your elementary years, bonding over nostalgic times.

This conversation happened on a phone, one night where you hadn't been able to see him all day, as was the same with most days, but you didn't know how such an average day could turn into a special one.

"Anyways, it was really nice catching up with you, I feel like we haven't seen each other in weeeeeks!" Yoongi said, making you both laugh a little bit.

"I know! But that's probably because it has been. We've both been rather busy lately. I should probably let you go now. It's 2 am and I have to be up in 5 hours."

"Alright, well then sleep well!"

You don't know what possessed you to say what you said next.

"Alright thanks! Goodnight! Love you!"

As soon as you pushed end, you flew into a self-deprecating swirl of a human.

"WHAT DID I JUST DO? DID I REALLY JUST SAY LOVE YOU?" You thought out loud before collapsing on your bed, face down onto your pillow, not caring if your mascara stained your pillowcase.

*buzzzzzzz* *buzzzzzzzzzz*

It feels like your whole bed vibrates and so you decide to look at your phone before falling asleep.

One (1) new message

Yoongles: Love you too. Sleep well.

Delivered 2:17 am

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Ever since the accidental "love you" exchange, it has been, honestly, quite uneventful. You had work as usual, Yoongi had work as usual. You started going on little outings with Yoongi, maybe once or twice a week, and they started becoming your favorite parts of the week.

The outings didn't have to be anything special, sometimes they were not even outings, instead choosing to spend time together on your couch (his place was always a mess, he said, plus you had the bigger tv).

The question of whether or not you two were actually dating always seemed to linger in the air. In every sense of the word, yes, yes you were, but technically speaking, he never asked, you never clarified, and labels were never that important to you anyways.

But labels are there for a reason, and that is for clarification.

Jin and his family wanted to meet up with you again, and you asked if you could bring Yoongi, because it seemed Jin hadn't spent much time with him lately either, and this way he wouldn't be the only guy surrounded by women.

You arrive at the cafe, this time with Yoongi, (less of a chance to spill coffee on him again he said, if we came together) and you spotted Jin and his wife almost immediately. They didn't have their child with them, so they must have gotten Jin's parents to babysit.

The outing with Jin, his wife, and Yoongi goes well, so well in fact that this conversation happens.

"So we've been talking a lot about us lately, now tell us, are you and Yoongi a couple?"

"Ye-"

"N-"

You both look at each other. He had almost said yes, while you had almost said no.

"Trouble in paradise already?" Jin laughs.

"What she meant to say was yes, yes we are dating, and yes we are boyfriend and girlfriend, that is in fact, what she meant to say."

"And what do you think of that?" Jin asks pointedly.

"Um.. Yeah, yeah that's exactly what I meant to say, 100 percent, completely and utterly fact, it's just the first time we clarified it." You say as you rub your neck, a slight smile coming to your cheeks as you feel the blood rushing there.

The rest of your lunch was filled with teasing coming from Jin, and from Yoongi, he was a lot more touchy, always wrapping his arm around you, holding your hand with his other one.

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As time went on, your life intertwined more and more with Yoongi's.

You both shared your passions for life, even though you both already knew each other's likes and dislikes.

His passion was music.

Mixing, to be specific.

It always took a long time to finish each track, but when he did complete it, you were the first he called to listen to it.

It didn't always go well though.

There were times where he didn't feel like his work matched up to his previous masterpieces.

He would work as if he was tireless, often spending several days and nights without rest.

On these nights, it's become your custom to bring him some sustenance, as he usually worked so hard he forgot to eat.

Vanilla Latte in hand, as well as a box of fried chicken, you knock on the door of his studio.

You tried the door, locked.

"Yoongi," You call out, knocking a few more times, "I brought food."

The door clicks and you enter, already finding Yoongi back in his chair, headphones around his neck, face illuminated by the computer screen.

Which is also the only source of light in the room.

You tell Yoongi to close his eyes and you turn on the main light, the adjustment harsh on even your eyes.

You both eat together, him offering you the wings while you offer him the drumstick, sharing the Cola that came with the set.

After eating, you clean everything up, and he gets back to his work, but this time offering you a pair of headphones as you turn out the light.

You know that he's tired.

His eyes have dark circles underneath them, body movements are slow, and if you look closely, you can see the red lines in the whites of his eyes, all of these clear signs that this might just be his 2nd day of no sleep.

Nevertheless, you know that he refuses to sleep until he's satisfied, and you give him your thoughts on his latest piece.

Just like this, you both stay up the rest of the night, your head sometimes leaning on his shoulder.

As soon as the latest masterpiece is completed, you help him out of his chair and into his bed. He can shower after he's gotten some rest.

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It has been approximately 6 months since you started dating Yoongi, and your dynamic as a couple was truly something amazing.

Ever since clarifying the relationship to Jin, and to yourself, Yoongi had amped up his efforts to really make you fall deeper for him.

Or maybe he hadn't, but it sure felt like it, because you could feel the love for him in your heart grow every passing day.

You feel your phone buzzing in your pocket and see an incoming call from Yoongi.

You excitedly pick it up, feeling your heartbeat quicken.

"Princess, can we meet tonight? I want to take you out to dinner," Yoongi said, his voice deep and smooth, just like the voice that you hear those nights that you spend with him in the studio.

Those nights were the best.

He had gotten you your own rolling chair for his studio, along with a comfortable headrest and blanket.

So those nights where neither of you could quite get to sleep, where just being in each other's presence was cathartic enough, even if you don't say a word, you would oftentimes find yourself at his studio.

He would welcome you with a hug, arms around you tightly, head nestled ever so lightly in your neck, so that he could be as close to you as possible.

From there, he would wrap you in a blanket and pull you along to your chair. He would make you sit down and make sure that the blanket was covering every inch below your neck for optimum comfort.

The final touch was the big, studio-quality, headphones that would encase your ears and cut off everything else that you would hear. The exception being Yoongi's smooth voice and background tracks that played throughout the dimly lit hours of the night.

Oftentimes, you would fall asleep right in the chair, it being more comfortable than you ever thought it could be.

Reflecting on what were some of the best nights of your life so far, almost caused you to miss something.

Yoongi just called you Princess.

It was a good thing he couldn't see you through the phone, because when you realized that he called you Princess, you could feel your cheeks get hot, and you had the biggest smile on your face.

It made your heart start to beat just that little bit faster, but thankfully that didn't stop you from replying normally.

"That sounds wonderful, Sweetie."

You couldn't see it through the phone, but Yoongi's cheeks slowly turned pink when you called him that, and his heart started to beat just that much faster.

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It has now been one full year since Yoongi started dating you.

Before Yoongi, you didn't know it was possible to love a person this much.

Sure, you had loved Jin before, you grew up with him, and there wasn't any doubt in your mind that your feelings for him at the time were absolutely, 100%, true. You knew they were true too, from the way that even after 5 years apart from him, when you met him again for the first time in so long, those feelings struck you hard again, and you could feel the jealousy creeping back up into your soul.

But then, you saw him smiling.

You knew that he was happy. And you wanted that happiness for yourself.

You wanted to let go of all the negative feelings that came from keeping your love for Jin inside for too long.

You wanted all of the jealousy you had towards his new family to disappear.

And that's exactly what being with Yoongi did.

It took a while.

The first few weeks, when you weren't quite sure if you were dating or not, were difficult beyond belief.

So many thoughts would creep into your mind, saying that Yoongi didn't even like you, and that he was just reconnecting with an old friend from kindergarten.

Saying that this relationship would end up the same way as your friendship with Jin ended, with you falling hard and no one to catch you.

But after that fateful day in the cafe, when he told Jin that you two were, in fact, dating, your heart SOARED.

He liked you back, and you could work with that.

Bit by bit, Yoongi tore out your old, still broken feelings for Jin, and replaced them with his own.

Except his weren't broken.

His were healing, you could feel that every passing day, you were forgetting what you felt for Jin, the scars that were self-inflicted on your heart from an unrequited love were being healed by someone who wanted to take care of you, who wanted to love you.

All of these emotions went into the planning for your 1 year anniversary.

You made his favorite food, made sure that he had time tonight, because tonight was something special.

He was able to get out of work early tonight, coming to your place while you were still in the middle of cooking, and while you wanted to hug him, you didn't want to ruin his clothes, so you didn't run to the door and throw your arms around him like you wanted to, but that was okay, because he came in and hugged you from behind.

This was another one of your favorite moments.

Your back against his chest, his arms secure around your waist. A short kiss placed on your neck.

"Princess, I love you so much."

"Aww Sweetie, are you just saying that because I have your favorite food?"

"That's just a bonus. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Sweetie."

His arms let go of your waist and shortly after you could feel something cold and metal being placed on a chain around your neck.

"I specially ordered this for you Princess. I was able to design this necklace to imitate the same designs we used to draw in the sand together back in kindergarten."

You had a huge smile on your face as you rushed to wash your hands so you could see it in the mirror.

You fingered the small metal design, it looking so fragile against your neck.

He wanted to see your reaction so he had followed you into the bathroom, and right there, you turned around and kissed him.

Arms around his neck, looking into his eyes, you say, "Happy 1st Anniversary, Yoongi."

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6 months after your first anniversary, something else happened.

You adopted a dog.

Rather you and Yoongi, both adopted a dog.

You went to the animal shelter that day, dead set on getting a cat with Yoongi.

You both loved cats, they were always so adorable, with their little toe beans and whiskers.

When you arrived at the shelter, that's when you saw a box.

Specifically a box full of tiny, little, brown, curly puffs of fur, sleeping peacefully.

Then one of the puffs of fur opened his eyes, and you both had instantly made your decision, looking each other in the eyes and nodding.

You picked up the small puff of fur and brought him inside the shelter.

"Ahhhh hello! I see you've spotted our puppies! Their mother was pregnant with them when she was brought to the shelter, and then in a very sad turn of events, passed away due to complications in giving birth."

A few tears dropped at the story, sad for this puppy's start in life.

But that's what you were here for.

"We'd like to adopt him now, please."

"Absolutely! Follow me and we can fill out the paperwork."

And that was how you two ended up with a dog instead of a cat.

That small, clumsy puff of fur immediately set off in your house, sniffing everything and becoming familiar with his new home.

Around its neck was a simple collar with a tag that said "Min Holly"

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Your relationship with Yoongi was a whirlwind of emotions.

From the very moment that you two had reconnected, to this very moment that entranced the two of you, you knew that what you felt for Yoongi was special.

Your energies combined and swirled around each other in the same ways that your dirt drawings contradicted each other yet still made a beautiful picture.

At this moment, you two were overlooking the ocean from a high cliff, watching the waves crash against the sharp rocks at the bottom, the water frothing and foaming with each wave. The sky was littered with stars, each twinkling in their own constellations.

Your fingers were intertwined with Yoongi's, head on his shoulder as you looked out at the scenic view.

"You know," said Yoongi, turning his head slightly to look you in the eyes, "I never imagined that the little girl who drew pictures in the sand every afternoon during recess would be the one I would eventually love to the ends of the earth. It's quite sobering, really, to find the one that completes you so fully, and yet I've never felt so completely entranced, yet so level-headed, I've never felt more sure about myself, than when I'm with you."

"I love you too, Yoongi." You whisper in his direction, his eyes drawn to yours, never breaking contact, never wanting to, because if you could do one thing for the remainder of your life on this earth, it would be to see the soul and passion of Min Yoongi in his own two eyes.

There was something.... Special...about Yoongi. He made all of your troubles seem as they were merely cirrus clouds in the neverending blue of the sky, light and wispy, as if they were going to disappear with even the slightest of breezes.

He made you forget about your past feelings towards Jin, as if every thought that was formed about Jin when you were younger was nothing but a mere breeze that briefly wove through your hair, and nothing more.

Yoongi somehow erased all of your negative thoughts, worked with you through all of your lapses, and loved you every step of the way, through this very moment that you spent with him.

And as you looked into his onyx eyes, you knew that you loved him with every beat, every blood vessel, every ounce of your heart, and you knew that you wouldn't trade that for anything in the world.

"There you go again, staring into my eyes and getting lost in your own thoughts. Let me bring you back down to Earth." And, as he said that, he produced a small golden ring and slid it onto your left hand fourth finger.

"Y/n, I love you, and with this ring, I promise that I will always love you, and I ask you, here and now, will you marry me?"

"Yes."

#kpop #yoongi #yoongi x reader #bts #bts x reader #bts jin #kim seokjin #min yoongi #fluff #kpop fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop texts #bts texts

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beatleszeppelin · 4 years ago

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Airport- Hippo Campus

Chapter 3

Summary: Hippo Campus, flying to London, if they can get on the plane. There’s old ladies, peeing, anxiety, milkshakes, and hand holding. So buckle up, we have lift off.

Warnings: Anxiety attack, crying, Planes, Gropy old ladies, Drinking, Boner Jokes, Non-Graphic M*sturbation

Word Count: 1.6k

That night, after opening for Modest Mouse, they sluggishly packed up their things and hopped in the van to go back to the hotel. GPS helped them find their way, and they went up to the room to get ready to go out.

Zach walked out of the bathroom wearing a button up shirt… on top of a button up shirt. And Whistler decided to stay home, to try and get some sleep or whatever.

It was Friday night, and loads of people were walking the streets, everyone was going in different directions, like that crosswalk in Japan. The three of them walked for about 5 to 10 minutes before they hit the the pub they were supposed to meet Jake's “new friend” at.

The pub was small on the inside, but a decent amount of people were there; tables lined the walls and were almost filled, and the back corner was open, and playing music to dance to. The three boys went in and sat at the bar that was initially hidden due to people surrounding it. A girl, from the sanctuary that is behind the bar, walked over and asked, “ Hey Sweetheart, can I get you and your friends anything to start off with?”

Jake and Zach both looked at eachother, and then at her, pointed at themselves, and asked “Me?”, but she just shook her head and ran her finger along the collar of Nathan’s shirt. His face turned red, and he immediately tried to tug at his shirt to loosen his collar so he could breathe.

“... I’ll take a whiskey, neat.”

“Vodka soda.” Jake nodded in.

“One beer please.” Zach added in.

“ You boys don’t mind if I card you? You barely look 17.”

Zach elbowed Jake, he’d said that they wouldn’t card here.

Nathan handed the lady his ID, after scrambling to find it.

“21!?�� she asked, surprised, “And American, I haven’t seen too many American boys here.”

Jake’s hand wiggled it’s way into his pocket, fighting against his tight jeans. He opened the trifold, and showed the woman his license. She passed him his drink the second he got his wallet back in his pocket.

“And what about you?” She said sliding over to Zach.

“I don’t… I must have forgotten; I’m sorry.” He said, hands still fumbling in his pockets, frustrated, like a child brushing their hair before school.

“Hey, it’s okay darling, I can get you a water or something, if you’d like. And I might have to ask you to stay away from the bar, just in case the boss comes back.”

Zach looked to Nathan to answer for him, how a mother must answer for her children at the doctor’s.

“Yeah, he can take a water, and we’ll sit over there,” Nathan said, pointing toward the booths.

Zach looked at Nathan, smiled, then looked at his feet, which were barely touching the ground, due to the stools height. The woman slid a water with ice and a cute little umbrella in it, over to Zach. And in return, she received a genuine smile.

They all walked over to one of the only empty booths available; sitting right next to a trash can, with an ashtray on top. Jake cornered Zach into one side of the table, Nathan on the other.

“Hey I think the bartender’s into you” Jake said to Nathan.

“No, where did you even get that from?”

“She kept touching you, and she liked that she made you nervous.”

“She did not make me nervous,” Nathan retorted.

“Yes she did, but that doesn’t mean you wanna fuck or anything. It only means that she’s a pretty girl that anybody would be attracted to.”

Zach sat and sipped on his tiny glass of water, while listening to this conversation go on for another couple minutes, until he piped up “I finished my water”.

Nathan downed his second drink and stood up, ”I think I’m going to head back to the hotel, it’s too loud in here to talk.”

“Can I come with?” Zach asked, shoving Jake off the bench.

“Sure, Jake, are you gonna stick it out?” Nathan asked, not wanting to leave his young, drunk friend alone in a bar waiting for a strange man.

“Yeah, I’ll give it til 10.”

“M’kay, give one of us a call if they are secret sex trafficers, wanting to sell you to a dominatrix in the middle east or something.”

“Will do.”

Nathan walked back over to the bar, set their empty cups on the counter, and started pushing their way through the crowd. Zach subtly grabbed the edge of Nathan’s long tee-shirt, so he wouldn’t get lost. When Nathan got through the door, he learned just how much alcohol he had previously consumed. He was slightly buzzed. I mean what would you expect from a boy, who never drank at home, who was 5 ft 6, with shoes on, and weighed on the lesser side of a hundred and fucking something pounds. The ground moved with his steps, and his hands felt really warm. So, Zach hailed a cab.

They sat in the back of the cab, talking louder than they should have been, whether it was due to hearing loss from the pub or Nathan being a little drunk will never be known.

“Hey can we get off here,” Nathan yelled to the cab driver.

“It’ll be 7 pound 50.”

“Thanks,” he said, passing the money forward.

“Why did we get out here?” Zach asked.

“Liquor store… you’re too young to drink-back home, and you couldn’t-drink here, so…”

“So, you’re gonna get me drunk?”

“Me and Whis.”

“Whis and I,” Zach mumbled.

“If I dare him to do it, he won’t turn it down.”

They got out onto the street, a cool air hit their faces, sobering them from the stuffy cab. Zach stepped up the steep curb, holding out a hand to assist Nathan up. The contrast of light in the liquor store was a shock, it felt like the opening lines of the book The Outsiders. The fluorescent lights shone off the bottles that lined the shelves. A display with barrels and fancy looking bottles sat in the middle of the store, but the outer edges were what they were drawn to. The bell attached to the door rang as they walked in. They strolled in; Zach walked in as if someone had told him to act natural, cause his crush was near, and Nathan walked with poor posture that perfectly matched his drunken, slurring speech.

“Do you even know what to get?” Zach asked, looking over his shoulder, at the man behind the counter.

“I’ll get a decent whiskey, and a cheap wine for Whis.” He said, scanning the labels.

Zach kept checking his phone, maybe for something to do, or he could have been checking the time. He does that a lot.

Nathan picked the plucked bottles off the shelf, and took them over to the cash register. The man’s name was Robert. He scanned their bottles, and asked them for an ID for the second time that night. This time though Zach was not stricken with anxiety, but rather with excitement that they were actually going to get away with this, but then again he could possibly get drunk for the first time in the coming hour.

Robert had a pin on his shirt, a Hamilton pin, right there on the collar. He looked like an overgrown theatre kid, who hadn’t slept in days, but hey… maybe he hasn’t.

“That’ll be 42.27”

Nathan paid, and they took the paper bags out to the street. The bag was heavy. It made Nathan lean to the side with the weight of it.

“We should get to the hotel in 8 mins, if you want me to shoot Whistler a text to make sure he’s awake, and ya’ know not naked.”

“Nah, I like excitement in my life,” Nathan said with a slight laugh. “Speaking of, have you seen Whistler shirtless recently?”

“No, I can’t say I have.”

“That fucker is jacked!”

“No shit?” Zach asked, giving in to Nathan’s bad habit of swearing.

Nathan laughed. “Hey, remember this morning with the whole Jake thing.”

“Oh my gosh, don’t remind me.”

“Um… Jake’s uh, dick isn’t…”

“Oh it’s huge if that’s what you’re asking.” Zach said.

“Thank Jesus!”

“Why were you asking?” Zach asked, with serious curiosity.

“Well this morning, I saw him… when you guys rolled over, then I asked Whistler, he didn’t seem to think that… you know, that Jake was like seriously packing. And he had told me at breakfast, that like 6 inches is like… like normal, but I didn’t believe him, but I also didn’t want to google it.”

Zach pulled out his phone. And three seconds later, he said “3.5 inches”.

“What?”

“Average is three and a half inches,” “Oh, okay.” Nathan said, and his shoulders relaxed all tension that was being held from the previous conversation.

“And I think the average might even be lower, but Jake is an outlier.”

Nathan smiled, like a full smile, with teeth.

As they turned the corner, Zach said “You never had sleepovers with Jake in middle school.” “Huh, what does that have to do with anything?”

“Well like I was a year younger,”

“You still are.”

“But it was more noticeable when your friends are your brothers' friends, and they are 13 or 14, and you are 11. And I was like 4ft 9 with shoes on, and they had to shave and stuff. When we were like 11, and 12 I was tiny, and Jake looked like he could have been my father. It was… an interesting time.”

They got to the elevator, Nathan set down the bag, and shook out his hand. The handles had made indentions in his hand, so Zach took the bags for the last stretch of their journey. They knocked before entering the hotel room, put the key in, heard the click, and entered.

#Hippo Campus #hippo campus fan fic #jake luppen #Nathan Stocker #Whistler Allen #zach sutton

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thekpopcloud · 6 years ago

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Stray Kids Seungmin soulmate AU

Seungmin x reader, non-idol!AU

requests are open!!

Soulmate Sign: You and your soulmate can communicate by writing on your skin, whatever you write on your skin will appear on the other person’s skin and vice versa.

(gif not mine! credit to owner!)

You were one if the luckier people in the world, you and your soulmate had a simple way of connection, through writing on your skin. The first time the connection showed up was on a weird day. You’d been at school when a you felt weird sensation on your arm, you looked down and almost screamed.

There was a sentence scribbled down across your arm, one you certainly didn’t write, and it was barely readable.

You were prepared to roll down your sleeve and hide it when your friend looked over, she was just as shocked as you were, except she was a lot more vocal about it.

“Y/N GOT THEIR SOULMATE MARK!!” She’d screamed to almost the whole class and suddenly, everyone’s attention was on you.

That was simultaneously the best and worst day of your life.

“I hate this damn thing!”

Looking up from your revision book, you watched as Hyunjin tugged on the dark red ribbon wrapped tightly around his wrist. He was your best friend, since the day your were born.

But he hated the idea of soulmates, absolutely despised them. He’d grown to hate the ribbon locked around his wrist, the ribbon that only his soulmate would be able to untie.

You rolled your eyes at him, placing the pen down. “You say that everyday Hyunjin, maybe if you stop complaining you’ll meet our soulmate and they’ll take it off”

The familiar sensation shot through your arm and you looked, a smile crawling onto your lips as you watched the words appear on your arm. It was your soulmate, Seungmin was his name.

‘I’m starting at a new school today, help :(’

“You’ve practically got hearts pouring from your eyes...” He mumbled, clearly annoyed.

Picking the pen back up, you scribbled a reply onto your arm. ‘Aww don’t worry Min, you’ll be fine :)’

“At least i care about my soulmate..” you spoke, shooting him a glare. Though you both seemed angry at each other the smiles on your faces said otherwise.

Before he could shoot a comment back, two people came barreling through the the library door and towards you and Hyunjin but not before giving the head librarian guilty glances.

“What’s got you two in a rush this early in the morning?” You asked the tow boys, glancing between them and the clock on your phone.

Felix crashed onto the chair beside you while Jisung crashed next to- almost on top of- Hyunjin.

“There’s gonna be a new kid in our class, I've gotta show him around” Jisung replied, folding his arms on the table and resting his chin against them.

You mumbled a reply, not really too stoked about another kids joining your class. The feeling returned to your arm and you looked down, diverting your full attention to your soulmate.

Instead of a comment or anything, there was a somewhat detailed drawing of a sunflower on your arm. You bit back a giggle and scribbled down onto your arm.

‘Did you get bored?’

Seconds later words began appearing underneath your own.

‘Yep :(’

“Y/N...are you paying attention to anything i’m saying?” Jisung asked, reaching over and tapping your arm.

When you didn’t reply, he took a hold of the pen in your hand and pulled it away, you jumped in surprise and looked up.

“Hey! I’m mid conversation! Give it back” You tried to reach for the pen but he leaned back in his chair and held it far from you.

An idea popped into Jisung’s head and he smirked, sitting normally again.

“Let me write something on your arm and i’ll give it back” He suggested, raising an eyebrow.

Felix piped in. “Ooh me too!”

“And me” Hyunjin joined, his voice had an evil tone to it.

You sat back in your chair, genuinely thinking about it for a moment. “Ugh okay fine, if i see one inappropriate thing I’m replacing all of your’s shampoo with bleach”

“You wouldn’t dare..” Jisung muttered as he grabbed your other arm and rolled up the sleeve, immediately starting to scribble down something.

10 minutes and one aching arm later, you’d finally gotten your arm and pen back. The first thing you did was look down, eyes widening when you saw the amount of things on your arm.

“How..what the...since when did any of you know how to draw so well?” You asked and admired the weirdly cool pattern on your arm.

Felix, who looked very offended, slapped your arm lightly. “Hey! I’ve always been able to draw!”

“Your work in art class tells a different story” Hyunjin scoffed, resting his chin on his hand.

The three of you started to laugh, minus Felix who crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, looking like a child.

Words slowly appeared on your other arm, making you look back down.

‘How did you draw all that so quickly?’

‘I didn’t, my three friends did :)’ You wrote back.

The school bell rang, catching the attention of all of you. You quickly packed up your stuff and slid it all into your bag, swinging it over your shoulder.

As the four of you left the library, Hyunjin appeared by your side and swung his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

“You alright, Hyunie?”

He forced a smile onto his lips. “Perfect”

The teacher came into the class, her arms stacked high with papers and a boy trailing behind her like a lost puppy.

He was a handsome boy, there was no doubt about it, his brown hair parted down the middle. Okay he was very handsome.

You adverted your eyes, choosing to glance around the class. The fact that every desk was taken, the only free seat being beside you, seemed so cliche.

“Class, listen up” The teacher spoke as she dropped the papers onto her desk rather aggressively, silencing the whole class. Even the new kid beside her jumped.

“We have a new student joining us today, please make him feel welcome, care to introduce yourself?” She directed the last part to the boy.

He nodded and bowed to the class. “Hello, my name is Seungmin, pleased to meet you all”

Seungmin? no way... it can’t be...

You shook the thought away and propped your arm up onto the desk, resting your chin flat against your palm.

“You may sit...over there!” The teacher smiled, pointing over at the seat next to you.

As he walked over you looked behind you, shooting Hyunjin a look that screamed ‘save me!’ but he only laughed and shook his head.

“Hello...” Seungmin greeted you as he sat down, you smiled and mumbled back a hello and shuffled your chair over.

The teacher took out a folder labelled ‘PROJECTS’ and the class collectively groaned.

“It’s projects or recreating scenes from Romeo And Juliet...consider yourselves lucky!” She stated, but still some of the class complained.

Opening the folder, she took out a sheet of paper and read over it. “For this topic, you and your partner must research a mythical creature and do a small paper on it, this will be 30 percent of your final grade”

Mythical creatures...this will be fun

One the students called out. “Can we choose our partners?”

“No, you will be working with the person beside you, and no it is not up for discussion”

You glanced at Seungmin in the corner of your eye. He was slumped in his chair, toying with the hem of his shirt, upon a closer inspection you caught glimpse of a what looked like a drawing poking out from his sleeve.

There’s no way he’s that Seungmin...no way..

The teacher was still speaking but you were paying no attention to her, too focused on the boy beside you, trying to subtly stare at him.

Eventually, the teacher stopped talking and everyone was given time to discuss their projects. You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned in your chair, now facing Hyunjin.

The first thing you noticed was the frown on his lips, he looked beyond annoyed. “What’s wrong?” You asked, leaning back in your chair.

He motioned towards the person beside him, rolling his eyes.

“Ha, you’re screwed” You laughed, speaking just loud enough for Hyunjin to hear you.

He huffed and crossed his arms. The person he sat with was the worst person to work with during projects, she never did any work and did nothing but party.

“Well good luck Jinnie, you’re gonna need all the help you can get” You commented, patting the top of his head before turning around.

As you turned to Seungmin, he was already looking at you, making you jump. “Hi...”

He giggled. “Hi, so erm...what should we do for the project?”

“I don’t know, the teacher said mythical creatures so maybe...vampires?” You suggested, shrugging.

Seungmin hummed and nodded his head. “Good idea, should we...do the work in the library?”

“Yes, i don’t feel like doing work anywhere else..”

It seems like me and him are gonna get along..

“You can join us for lunch if you want to!” Jisung suggested enthusiastically, his arms swinging by his sides as he walked.

Seungmin held a rather large textbook close to his chest. “If it isn’t a problem...”

Jisung shook his head. “Of course not!”

He walked ahead while Seungmin trailed beside you, walking slowly. You gently nudged his shoulder, catching his attention, and smiled.

“Stick by me and you’ll be fine, I’m the only normal one left out of the four of us...” You stated, laughing a small bit.

Seungmin snickered and nodded his head.

The three of you rounded the corner to lunch hall and headed towards your usual table. Hyunjin saw you first and jumped from his seat, jogging over and practically launching himself at you.

“That lesson is going to be the death of me! All my partner did was try and get me to come to a party on Saturday” He complained, putting all of his weight onto you.

With him still basically attached to you, you stumbled over towards the table and let him fall into his heat before grabbing the last free seat.

“So Y/N...any more messages from Mr.Soulmate?” Felix asked, his lips pulled into a smirk.

Out of the group, Felix was the only one that had found his soulmate. It was one of the Baristas that worked in the schools coffee shop, his name was Changbin.

You shook your head, reaching over to take a fry from his plate. Felix whined and smacked your hand away from his plate.

The conversation quickly switched to something else and you slumped back in the chair, glancing down at your sleeve. An idea popped into your head, reaching into your coat pocket for a pen.

Uncapping the pen, you stretched out your palm and brought the pen down. As it touched your skin you felt someone flinch beside you.

Seungmin silently watched you scribbling on your hand, his attention was drawn to you until someone called his name, snapping him back to reality.

He absentmindedly replied to what Hyunjin was asking him, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

It couldn’t be....

Seungminnie: My house @ 12?

You looked down at you phone, a smile grazing over your lips upon seeing the text. Seungmin had been at the school for a few weeks and you closer than ever.

Quickly texting him back, you got changed and made yourself look somewhat presentable. You’d never put this much effort to look nice for someone else, but it was different with Seungmin, it wasn’t like you had a crush on him but it was something else.

You rushed out of the house with your jacket half on and your bag swinging on your arm. Rushing down the stairs, you almost tripped and fell, if it wasn’t for the banister you would’ve landed on your face.

As you speed walked down the road, your phone rang in your pocket. You fumbled around and looked at the screen before answering.

“Hello?” You asked.

“Y/N! What are you doing today?” Felix asked down the phone.

“I’m going to get the final bit of this project done at Minnie’s house, why?”

You could hear him shuffling around on the other end. “Binnie hyung wanted to know if you could come round and help him with a track.

“Hmm maybe, we’ll see what time we finish working” You hummed.

“Are you gonna tell him? Oh please tell me you are!” He pleaded, you shook your head.

“Tell him that i think he’s my soulmate? No way! Cause if he isn’t then it’ll make things hella awkward!”

Felix sighed, you could picture him shaking his head with a disappointing look on his face. “Y/N...”

“No lix, i’m not telling him! Now go spend so time with your boyfriend, but don’t do anything i wouldn’t!”

He laughed. “Haha, alright then, bye!”

You put the phone down as you got to Seungmin’s house, knocking on the door twice.

The door swung open to reveal Seungmin. His hair was messy and he was dressed in a casual pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, a pair of glasses sat on his nose.

“Y/N-ie!!” He smiled, opening the door fully, You walked in and took you shoes off. Before you could speak Seungmin pulled you into a tight hug and rested his head against yours .

You ignored the hammering in your chest, snuggling against him. “Seungminnie~ how are you?”

“Good, better now that you’re here” He pulled back, looked down at you and winked.

Shaking your head, you pulled back and patted his chest. “Whatever you say Seungmin. Now, should we get started on this work?”

Two hours later....

“I swear if we don’t get a good mark on this i’m gonna have words with the teacher” You ranted, tapping away on your laptop.

Seungmin laughed, looking over at you. “Now that is an argument i would like to see!”

“Well...” you started, clapping your hands together once. “Arguments later, this must be finished first!”

“Actually...i’m kinda hungry...” Seungmin trailed off, pushing his laptop onto the coffee table beside you.

You hummed in agreement, taking your hands off the laptop. “Should we go and make food? or nah?”

He shook his head. “Let’s order something, what d’you want?”

“Let’s get pizza, give me the number of that pizza place down the road!” You said as you picked up a pen, a little idea popping into your head.

Seungmin started to say the number and you scribbled it on the back of your hand, when he stopped speaking you looked up at him and raised an eyebrow at him.

“You alright min-”

“I had a feeling it was you, the minute i heard Felix say your name” He mumbled, looking down at the back of his hand.

I was right

He’s my soulmate

You jumped from your seat and wrapped your arms around Seungmin as tight as you could, he slowly wrapped his arms around you and held you against him.

“I knew i wasn’t stupid, i knew it wasn’t just a coincidence” You mumbled against him.

Seungmin pulled back and looked at you with confusion written all over his face. “What do you mean?”

“The fact that you joined my school the day my soulmate tells me he’s starting a new school? And the fact that there’s probably not a lot of people in the world called Seungmin? It had to be you”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, staring at each other. The two of you slowly leaned in until your faces were inches apart.

You took the opportunity and closed the gap, pressing your lips to his. Seungmin could feel his heart speeding up in his chest as he kissed back, his eyes fluttering closed.

The kiss was short and sweet, still managing to leave you breathless as you pulled away. Seungmin pressed his forehead against yours as his eyes slowly opened.

“As first kisses go, that wasn’t too bad” You smiled, looking up at him.

Seungmin smiled, full of happiness at that exact moment in time.

He’d found his soulmate, and his soulmate happened to be the person he was developing a crush on.

“We need a break from work, a date?” He asked, unable to stop the smile.

You nodded, retracting your arms from him and standing up. “A date it is”

This was now the happiest day of your life.

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junqkook · 6 years ago

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— EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE; 1 (m.)

— notes; this fic is not condoning abusive/unhealthy relationships in any way. please do not read if you are triggered by anything relating to stalkers/stalking. this is a repost from my old account.

pairing; jungkook/reader genre; stalker au, thriller, smut words; 11,076 rating; explicit

— synopsis; everything was going great when you first met jeon jungkook. he was a new light in your life with soft smiles and tinkling laughs; but then you noticed a lurking presence that seemed to follow you wherever you went.

contents; obsessive, toxic behavior. creampie, rough sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, possessiveness, dirty talk, light humiliation, dom!jungkook.

— chapters; one. two. three.

Class was uneventful, as it always was. You had scribbled down notes and tried to pay attention, but you really couldn’t focus on anything with the little amount of sleep that you had gotten the night before. Your second class was just as tiring as the first and you were relieved when it ended. You shoved your laptop into your backpack and pulled your phone out to text Hoseok while you walked out through the doorway.

[to hobi 11:57am] — you out of class?

You grunted as you collided with something firm and your phone almost slipped out of your hand. You heard a thud and looked down to see a textbook lying by your feet.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you apologized quickly, bending down to grab the textbook and looking up to see the boy in front of you beginning to crouch as well. He had his hood pulled up over his dark hair, but you had to take a second to collect yourself when you saw how cute he was. The two of you maintained eye contact for a few more long seconds before you realized you were creepily staring at this guy, so you hurriedly grabbed the book and straightened up, as did he.

“It’s okay,” he responded quietly, sending you a small smile while he held his hand out for the book. You returned his smile and handed him the Psychology textbook.

“Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you explained, though you realized you didn’t really need to. He nodded and you saw one of his earbuds had been pulled out of his ear and was hanging onto his chest from inside of his hoodie.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he told you nodding along and shifting to the side. You bit your lip and nodded back, smiling again awkwardly before walking away with the space he’d moved to give you.

God, you thought to yourself, internally groaning at your responses to the cute boy. Could you have been more of an idiot?

An incoming text pinged and dragged you out of your thoughts.

[from hobi 12:02pm] — yeah, i’ll meet you outside — we’re going to get chinese food

You sighed. This was the third time this week you were getting Chinese food with Hoseok, but you supposed he was the one driving so you didn’t really have room to argue with him over it. And as you walked out of the building to meet your friend, all thoughts of the boy slipped out of your mind for the time being.

You and Hoseok made your way outside of the small restaurant and toward his car; you hadn’t realized you’d spend over two hours having lunch together, but his afternoon was completely free before his dance practice and you’d missed him. The two of you hadn’t gotten to spend as much time together as you’d hoped to, since you were both so swamped with midterm assignments. It always seemed to be that when he was free you had work and whenever you were free he had practice.

The two of you got into his car and he started it, plugging his phone in to the aux cord and playing his friend’s original tracks. You loved listening to them, even though you’d never personally met this friend of his; all you knew was his name, Min Yoongi, and that he was studying music. And that he was really good at it.

“Thanks for driving me,” you said over the low volume of the music. Hoseok smiled widely, patting your thigh from across.

“No problem, babe,” he said with a small laugh. You rolled your eyes and pulled your phone out, pouting at the screen.

“Namjoon’s still gonna be there when I start my shift,” you complained loudly. You really liked the guy, you did. He was just kind of snobby and liked to use his seniority at work to make you do everything he didn’t want to.

Hoseok’s lips twitched and the car pulled to a stop a few blocks away from your workplace, a small family owned shop that sold all kinds of music. Not many people came, but you had heard from Seokjin that the owners were only using it as a side business anyway and they had originally started it to bring some control to their kid’s chaotic habits; you loved to hear about drama that didn’t involve you.

“You’ll be fine,” he reassured as the two of you waited for the cars before you at the four stop. Once it was Hoseok’s turn, the car pulled forward gradually and you were making your way to work again.

“Yeah, but he’s probably gonna make me start by cleaning or some shit,” you huffed, putting your phone away. Technically you still had 10 minutes until your shift started, so you were just going to sit in the back room once you got there and hope Namjoon doesn’t see you.

You didn’t have to look at him to know Hoseok was rolling his eyes at you. He parked in front of the store, pushing the button for his hazard lights since he wasn’t actually parallel parking on the narrow street. You thanked him and assured him that you’d text him later as you left the car, shutting the door and waving at him as he drove away, probably heading back to the University’s studio. You sighed again before walking into the store, surveying the isles quickly to make sure you didn’t spot Namjoon’s purple hair anywhere. Seokjin gave you an amused smile from right in front of the table where he was fixing the display of little trinkets.

“He’s in the back,” he informed you. You shut your eyes and groaned, swearing under your breath.

“That means I can’t avoid him, damn.”

“It’s okay, he should be leaving right when your shift starts in a few minutes anyway.”

“Thanks,” you said, patting Seokjin’s back as you walked past him and through the middle aisle to reach the door that led into the back room. You took a moment in front of it to get yourself ready before pushing it open and almost walking right into Namjoon himself.

“You’re here,” he said in lieu of a greeting. You forced yourself to smile at him while you nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah, just got in.” There was a pause and no one said anything, so you cleared your throat awkwardly. “Well, I’ll just…” You slipped past him, though the asshole didn’t even move and forced you to maneuver around his body to make sure you didn’t touch him at all. He said nothing as he left to go to the front of the store and you had to hold yourself back from screaming. You were already annoyed and you’d only been interacting with him for half a minute at most.

You logged into the system from the back computer and dropped your backpack into a small locker. You pulled your name tag out and pinned it to your t-shirt and sat in one of the metal chairs, pulling your phone out to scroll through your social media and text Hoseok a few irritated messages. By the time your shift officially started, you were sure Namjoon had to have left. You pocketed your phone and made your way out and toward the front, where you usually just sat at the front desk by the cashier while Seokjin restocked stuff.

You’d only been sitting for a few minutes, going over the checklist of items that you had to have finished before you locked up, when the little bell rang signaling someone had entered the store. You looked up, startled. Usually customers slowly trickled in later in the day, but you didn’t mind.

It was a boy with his head down, staring at his phone and his hood pulled up just enough to cover his face, earbuds connected in the jack on the bottom of his phone. You could see a bit of his nose poking out from his side profile as he walked past the front desk, not even acknowledging you. You frowned, but didn’t really care enough to want to start a conversation with anyone you didn’t know so early into your shift. You watched him walk around the aisles for a few moments before disappearing behind one and then you lost interest, turning back down to continue looking at what was and wasn’t marked on the checklist.

Soon enough, you heard someone approach you and you looked up from what you were doing and were startled again.

“You!” you shouted, making the boy’s eyes widen. He pulled his earbuds out of his ears and blinked a few times at you before you could tell he recognized you as well.

“Oh, hey,” he greeted, settling a few CDs down on the counter.

You smiled and started pulling them toward you to scan. “We bumped into each other earlier, do you remem—?”

“Yeah, you picked up my psych textbook for me,” he finished, sending you the cutest smile you’d ever seen in your life. Your heart did a little flip and you couldn’t help the way you kept smiling at him, biting at the inside of your cheek to try to tamper it down at least a little bit.

When you glanced up at him, you furrowed your brows at the bottom of his left cheek, right above his jaw. Was that blood? He seemed to notice where your gaze was focusing on and he touched it seemingly without thinking. “You alright?” you questioned, the curiosity eating at you; but he had also caught you staring, so you should probably ask something.

“Yeah, just a scratch,” he told you, drumming his fingers against the counter. A heavy atmosphere engulfed you along with the silence, and you licked your lips nervously.

“Do you usually come here?” you asked him quickly, with wide eyes. “I’ve never seen you in the store before.”

He scratched at the back of his neck before replying. “No, this is my first time coming here. I just transferred to this school for this semester, so I’m trying to find my way around.”

“Oh, nice,” you replied, starting to bag his items. “The school and area are really nice! I’ve been here since I started. I’m ____.” You smiled as you handed him the bag full of CDs and his smile widened as he took it from you, his fingers brushing against yours and making your stomach flip. He resembled a bunny and you could barely keep yourself from staring at him.

“Jungkook,” he replied, shifting on his feet a few times. “It was nice to meet you, ____. I’ll see you around school.”

You nodded eagerly. “Definitely! Don’t be a stranger if you see me around.” He smiled widely one last time and returned your nod with his own before he walked away from the front desk and out of the store, leaving behind a trail of butterflies in your stomach as you watched his back. He even had a nice back, damn.

Seokjin popped up from an isle and rushed to your side, a smirk plastered on his face. “So who’s that?”

You flinched, yelping loudly. You were thankful there were no other customers in the store to hear your reaction. You smacked his chest lightly with the back of your hand and gave him a blank look. “First of all, you scared me, you bitch.” He laughed at your nickname and pinched your arm in retaliation. “Second of all, I don’t know him that well, I just met him earlier today.”

Seokjin’s perfect eyebrow raised incredulously. “Are you sure? I could see your heart eyes from all the way over there.”

Your cheeks felt hot and you had to look away from him so he wouldn’t see them; from his ever apparent smirk, however, you were sure he caught your blush. “I’m sure. I just bumped into him after class.”

Seokjin hummed while he thought. “Well, he’s cute. And you definitely seemed to be interested in him. You should’ve asked for his number.”

“Seokjin!” you cried, attempting to punch his arm; he danced away from you quickly while he laughed loudly, stopping just out of arm’s reach of you. “I just met him! I’m not going to ask for his number, God.” You gnawed on your bottom lip for a few seconds before continuing. “Anyway, I just think he’s cute. I don’t know if I want to keep talking to him or not. I don’t know anything about him except that he apparently likes emo ass bands.”

He stared at you, the corners of his lips twitching, before he spoke. You knew it was coming, but you couldn’t do anything to stop him. “Better start listening to some Linkin Park, then.”

You smacked his shoulder while you hollered, his unique laugh echoing throughout the entire store. The rest of the day passed in similar fashion, with snide remarks thrown your way by Seokjin and you exclaiming loudly in annoyance and embarrassment.

When the time to leave came, you assured Seokjin he could leave first, since you knew he was excited to go and spend time with his friends at a party a few blocks away.

“Are you sure?” he asked, furrowing his brows.

“Yeah, I know you’ve been waiting for this party. You said your crush is there, right?”

Seokjin’s face lit up at the mention and you hid a smile behind the aisle between you while you put a few things back in place before completely closing the store.

“Yeah… But it’s like 8:30, I’ll stay and close up with you.”

“You really don’t have to,” you pushed, sending him a smile. “I’ve walked back alone hundreds of times, this time won’t be any different. I don’t live that far away.”

He gave you one of the dirtiest looks you’d ever seen. “Don’t lie to me, Hoseok usually picks you up. Actually, he usually bursts in and helps out while we get all our stuff ready to close. Is he not coming today?”

You clucked your tongue and shrugged. “He didn’t say he was, so I’m assuming he probably went to hang out with his music buddy or something after dance practice.”

Your coworker poked you with his finger, fake pouting at you. “Aw, are you jealous of Hoseok’s friend?”

You frowned and threw your head back dramatically. “Maybe.”

The two of you threw a few more jibes and jokes for the next few minutes, Seokjin refusing to leave your side. As you locked the front of the store with the manager key, you shifted your backpack on your shoulder.

“You really didn’t have to stay with me,” you told him. When you turned to look back at him, he was giving you a kind smile.

“I know. But I wanted to.” He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder while he led you down the sidewalk, the two of you going the same way for now; you didn’t actually live that far off from where he was heading. “Especially because you always go this way. You never know when someone might learn your routine!”

You rolled your eyes and shoved at him with your elbow playfully. “Shut up, oh my God. Don’t be so dramatic.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “You think this is dramatic?”

At his words, you rushed to correct yourself, holding out your arms in your own defense. “No, no! This is nowhere near dramatic. I didn’t mean to insinuate that you were being dramatic!”

He walked you a few more blocks, throwing pun after pun at you aggressively and you couldn’t help but laugh at his jokes and the way he told them. You really loved spending time with your coworker; you were glad that most of your shifts were spent with Seokjin instead of anyone else or—God forbid—Namjoon.

When you reached the end of the sidewalk a few blocks away, you had to wave him goodbye; he was going to continue straight and you were going to the right, towards your apartment. He offered to walk you back to your place, but you noticed the tapping of his hand against his thigh and you shrugged him off. You had no doubt that he was being sincere in his offer, but you didn’t want to keep him from his friends any longer when he was so excited to see them.

You pulled your phone out while you walked and began typing out your message to Hoseok.

[to hobi 8:48pm] — hey, you done with practice?

Staring at your screen was frustrating as you waited for a response, but it eventually came.

[from hobi 8:56pm] — shit — i totally forgot you finished work at 8 — want me to come pick you up?

You bit back a smile and sighed, sure he was having fun with his friend. You glanced up at the road ahead of you to see how much you had left to walk.

[to hobi 8:58pm] — nah — i’m almost back — like 10 minutes

You shoved your phone back in your pocket, cursing yourself for forgetting your earbuds earlier that day in your room when you were rushing to get ready for your class. You’d have to walk back in silence, which you absolutely hated. Boredom would creep up on you quicker than usual when you had no music to keep you entertained.

When you turned the corner, you caught a glimpse of a shadow from the corner of your eye. You took a quick glance and saw a silhouette right where you had just been walking. You had to calm your breathing, convinced it was just Seokjin’s earlier joke that had paranoid you tonight. As you walked, you strained your ears to listen and heard another pair of footsteps behind you. Your heart leapt up into your throat as you panicked, your pace quickening just a bit. You pushed your hands into your pockets, keeping one wrapped around your phone and the other around your keys, just in case.

You were sure you could hear the footsteps behind you quicken, enough so that you could very clearly distinguish the sounds of your own steps and the two second delay of the person’s behind you. Maybe it was a good thing that you’d forgotten your earbuds that day. You had to resist the strong urge to look behind you, too afraid whoever it was would try to do something if you looked at them. Your breathing grew ragged while you walked, ready to break into a run at any moment. Your heart lodged itself into your throat while your intestines tightened around your organs. Your footsteps echoed loudly and blood rushed in your ears, straining more than you’ve ever strained them to listen to the steps behind you, which were quieter than yours.

You quietly thanked whatever was looking out for you when you saw the crosswalk signal turn green. As you neared it, you broke out into a run to get to the other side of the street as it began to count down and you didn’t stop running, your feet pounding against the sidewalk as you neared your apartment building, only a few ways ahead of you and in your line of sight. You didn’t know if whoever was behind you was still there, and you were too frightened to look back as you stopped in front of the glass door, hurrying to unlock it. Your hands were shaking as you yanked your keys out, cursing under your breath while you found the right one, shoving it into the lock and turning it, pushing the door open after pulling your keys out.

You kicked the door shut behind you and sprinted to the stairwell, running up them quickly. You ignored the burning in your calves while you ran up the four flights to your floor, shoving the door to the floor open and jogging to your apartment’s door. You panted harshly, almost wheezing, as you shakily unlocked your front door and hurried inside, pushing it closed behind you and locking the door immediately. You rested your forehead against it for a few moments while you caught your breath, sweat making your hair stick uncomfortably against your neck. After your breathing returned to semi-normal, you moved away from the door and dropped your keys on the counter as you always did, taking off your shoes by the door before walking further into the apartment.

What if they followed you back?

You paused at the disturbing thought and took a glance toward your windows, which were covered by the blinds. Biting your lip, you walked over to them slowly and lifted one of the panels to peek outside.

You didn’t see anyone.

You let it drop back immediately and let out a relieved sigh, shaking your head and going into your bedroom down the hall, your roommate’s door shut. You were sure the person hadn’t been following you—you were probably just on edge from Seokjin’s joke and being alone in the dark.

You convinced yourself of that all night, going to sleep restlessly.

“I love watching you stuff your face,” Hoseok joked, his face betraying his annoyance. You raised your brow and began chewing with your mouth open to irritate him and he made a noise of disgust as he looked away from you.

“Shut it,” you replied instantly, shoveling more of the sandwich into your mouth. “I didn’t eat anything all day and my last class got cancelled so I’ve got time to just chill with you.”

He only hummed in response and you chose to ignore him, continuing to eat until your stomach didn’t feel like it was caving in on itself. You hadn’t finished your sandwich when you had an odd feeling, something prickling just under the skin of your neck and you turned your head but saw nothing.

Then you saw Jungkook, his hood drawn over his head and his eyes downcast, focused on the screen of his phone. His foot was tapping up and down repeatedly and you waited until he looked up from his phone, eyes meeting yours immediately.

A tingle shot through your spine.

“Jungkook!” you called loudly, making Hoseok flinch beside you. He looked over to where your line of sight was. You waved your arm above your head. “Come here!” You bit back the smile that threatened to overtake your expression as he pushed away from the wall of the building he’d been leaning against and started to make his way over to the two of you.

“Hey, ____,” he greeted softly with a smile as he neared the two of you, taking a seat on the grass beside you.

“You done with classes?” you asked him, licking your lips and hoping there weren’t any stray crumbs clinging to your skin from when you’d been eating like you were starved.

“Nah,” he replied with a sigh. “I left my last class early because I was so bored. I have another one in—” He cut himself off and glanced at his phone again. “—in about half an hour.” His big brown eyes lingered on your face and then dipped down to your mouth before he looked toward Hoseok and you could feel your cheeks flushing with heat.

“I’m Hoseok, her best friend,” the dancer said, breaking the tension that you felt swimming in your head. You couldn’t even convince yourself to face him, glance repeatedly finding their way to Jungkook’s face, shadowed by his hood.

“Jungkook. Nice to meet you.”

“How do you two know each other?” Hoseok asked, letting his gaze focus on you. “I’ve never known this one to be particularly social.”

Jungkook chuckled. “We recognized each other at the music store she works in the other day.”

“Ah,” Hoseok said, silence blanketing the three of you again. “I actually think I have to go, Yoongi’s been on my case about the choreography I asked him to help compose for.”

You immediately shot Hoseok a dirty look. “Am I your best friend or is he?”

Hoseok only winked in return as he gathered his things and left, waving and promising he’d see you later at the party. You sighed and shook your head, setting your sandwich back into the small ziplock bag and shoving it into your backpack.

“There’s a party?” Jungkook brought up, his face reflecting an interest as he watched you.

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling wide. “You should come! It’s tonight at the Theta frat’s house.”

Jungkook’s lips pursed for a second. “Isn’t it dangerous to go to a frat party alone?”

You cocked your head to the side. “What do you mean? There’s tons of people there.”

He shrugged and looked away from you almost shyly. “I’ve just been reading the news a lot and there’s been a lot of… incidents around here lately. I’m just worried.”

Your cheeks felt hot as he glanced back up and met your eyes again. “Th—there’s nothing to worry about!” You swallowed past the lump in your throat. “Plus, if—if you’re there, I—I wouldn’t have anything to worry about, would I?” Your heart was pounding and you couldn’t believe you’d just done that. Had you really just sort of vaguely asked Jungkook on a date to a frat party?

His pretty lips tugged into a shy smile, his own cheeks tinting pink. He coughed awkwardly into his hand and then nodded quickly. “Yeah, you’re—you’re right! If I’m there, you’d have nothing to worry about.” His smile was so big you weren’t sure how his cheeks weren’t aching and your own smile mirrored his.

The both of you started laughing, shy and flustered at the conversation that had just taken place between you.

When you lifted your head back up to look at him, his smile faded away and his eyes darted down to your lips. Your heart picked up speed and he raised his hand, reaching for your face. You were still as his palm cupped your jaw and your eyes were open wide, fingers trembling with desire as you watched his pupils dilate. His thumb brushed across the corner of your mouth and then you watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he dropped his hand away from your face, the drag of his fingers against your skin shooting tingles through you.

“There was, um—a crumb,” he said quietly, voice low and murmuring.

“Oh,” you breathed. The air was thick with tension and you bit your lip, ignoring the heat that shot through you when his eyes were drawn to the movement. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he replied immediately, eyes still focused on your lips.

“I, um, I have work,” you said dumbly, blinking through the haze of want. “I should go.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” he told you, leaning back onto his palms. “You shouldn’t be late.”

“Exactly,” you mumbled, swallowing and grabbing your backpack to sling over your shoulder. “I’ll see you later!”

“Yeah,” he said quietly as you made your way back to the sidewalk and began your trek to work now that Hoseok had ditched you. “Be careful.”

Most of your shift had been uneventful, as usual. You were supposed to be working with Seokjin again, but he had an “emergency"—not that you doubted him, of course—and you were now stuck with Namjoon for the entirety of your shift. Which was only another hour longer, thank God. If you had to listen to his complaints about how you cleaned and reshelved you were actually going to explode.

You were in the back of one of the furthest aisles, just wanting to be as far away from him as you could be, when the little bell signaling the door opening trilled. You just sighed, sure that Namjoon would get the customer’s attention and help them out while you restocked one of the albums in the back corner. You could vaguely here the two of them murmuring in the front and then silence.

"Hey, ____,” a soft voice whispered from beside you.

You barely choked back a scream and jumped a foot into the air. You looked to the side and saw Jungkook, smiling shyly with his hood up as usual.

“Jungkook!” You were surprised, eyes widening. “You’re back.”

“Yeah, I thought I'd—is it not okay for me to come?” he asked, suddenly quieter. His tone was worried and you bit back a smile at how adorable he looked, head cocked and brows furrowed with concern.

“It’s fine,” you whispered. “I hate working with Namjoon alone, so you are most definitely a bonus.”

Jungkook’s eyes were dark as he hummed, glancing back toward the register where Namjoon was doing manager things you were sure. “Why? Does he harass you or something?”

Your face scrunched up immediately. “What? No! He’s just a pain in the ass and gets on my nerves.” You didn’t notice Jungkook’s shoulders relaxing as he turned back to face you, your hands already fixing the albums to the right so you could fit more of the new ones from the box onto the shelf. “Anyway, what brings you here?”

He stepped closer. “You,” he murmured.

You furrowed your brows and angled your body toward his. “What do you me—”

His hands were pressing softly into your shoulders, backing you gently into the shelf as he leaned forward and pressed his lips onto yours. A shocked noise erupted from your throat and your eyes were wide as he pushed against you a little harder. You looked into his face and noticed his own eyes were open but lidded, pupils blown wide. He bit gently into your lower lip and heat pooled between your legs. You had to squeeze your thighs together as he pulled back, leaving your lips tingling.

When he was stood completely in front of you, his face was no longer impassive as it had been when he kissed you. He looked worried and insecure, eyes darting around and refusing to stay focused on your face. His hands dropped to his sides, but he stayed where he was standing.

“Was that—should I not have done that?” he asked quietly.

You needed to gather your bearings, blinking through the haze that his kiss had brought. “N-no, that’s not…” you trailed off, shyly pressing your hands to his chest and dragging them up to his shoulders slowly. You felt his body twitch under your fingers. “You should do it again,” you whispered to him, biting your lip and looking at him through your lashes.

He let out a shaky breath that you didn’t know he had been holding in. “Okay,” he agreed, leaning forward again and pressing his mouth to yours. His hands came back to your body as you wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging his fingers slowly across your ribcage, your shirt catching on his fingertips. He dug them into your waist, hard, and you had to swallow down a moan at the feeling as your back arched and your chest pressed further into his. He stepped even closer and your shoulder blades dug into the edge of the shelf as he kissed you harder, moving his lips against yours quicker.

You heard your name being called faintly and you snapped your eyes open, sliding your hands back down to Jungkook’s chest and pushing him away lightly. He pushed forward instead, biting down on your bottom lip hard. You held back the groan in your chest and shoved at his chest again. He got the message and pulled away, looking down at you with dark eyes, pupils dilated so wide that you could barely see the irises.

“Coming!” you called to Namjoon, who had thankfully not come looking for you for once. You turned back to Jungkook, who was still holding you close. He blinked a few times and pulled his hands away, stepping back to give you room to maneuver around him.

“I’ll, uh—” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, cheeks flushed and chest moving rapidly.

“See you at the party?” you asked hopefully.

He smiled widely and nodded his head, lifting his hand and scratching at the back of his neck. “Yeah, at the party. I’ll see you there.” He turned and left the aisle, fixing his hoodie from where it had slipped back a bit as he went. You waited only a few more moments before leaving the aisle yourself, fixing your hair and hoping that your lips weren’t too swollen as to give away what the two of you had been doing.

You braced yourself for Namjoon’s scoldings for the rest of the shift, sure that he found something to complain about in the span of a few minutes.

When you’d first left work, it had been before Namjoon. He wanted to close up the store himself and told you to go ahead; you didn’t need to be told twice, unwilling to dampen your mood anymore before the party. It didn’t take long for you to arrive, the party already in full swing when you walked through the threshold of the door and into the throng of people already getting smashed—in both connotations of the word.

To be honest, after the shift you’d had with Namjoon and Jungkook’s surprise visit, all you wanted to do was spot the boy once more and get your hands on him again. You had mentally cursed yourself for not getting his number before your abrupt departure earlier, since you now had no idea where he was or if he was still even coming.

You’d barely spoken to Hoseok and his other best friend, Yoongi, who had mumbled his introduction so lowly that you hadn’t even really heard him, when they came up to you after ten minutes of incessantly texting your best friend to come find you. The dancing was taking a very filthy turn in the makeshift “dance floor” of the frat’s house and Hoseok had ditched both you and Yoongi to go mingle and roll his body like the social butterfly that he was. You assumed Yoongi found it too unbearably awkward standing around with you, because he muttered something that got carried away with the music to you before leaving your side as well, leaving you alone once more.

Hands grabbed at your sides and you jumped, turning quickly and preparing to slam your palm against whoever it was that had gripped you. You met Jungkook’s alarmingly wide eyes and you smiled brightly.

“Jungkook!”

He smiled widely in return and removed a hand from your waist to gesture at his ear before nudging you along with the palm still pressed to you. The two of you quickly ended up in the kitchen, surrounded by a few others and a ton of drinks. It was a lot quieter here and you were able to finally hear anything besides the music pumping from the frat’s speakers.

“When did you get here?” you asked him, watching him grab a bottle from the counter top and drinking in the sight of his bare forearms, usually covered by his hoodies. He leaned against the counter top and gave you a small bunny-like smile.

“Not that long ago, actually. I had some stuff to do before coming,” he replied. He didn’t expand on what stuff and you hummed, leaning across from him on the island behind you full of snack bowls and more alcohol. He looked down and took a swig from his drink before meeting your eyes again. “How long ago did you get here?”

“Maybe an hour or so,” you chirped, raking in his tight shirt and how well his jeans were shaping his thighs. After the short exchange of small talk, the liquid courage seemed to be affecting Jungkook and he was slowly inching toward you until he had you between his body and the edge of the island in the kitchen. The proximity had left you breathless, his hand coming up to graze fingers across your forearm and tangling with your own fingers.

The bass of the music had already begun to dizzy you along with the smell of Jungkook’s cologne on your breath. He dipped forward and brushed his nose against yours softly. Your breath hitched and your lids dropped halfway as he shuffled closer and brushed his lips against yours, so close yet not close enough.

He pulled back and you chased his lips with yours, biting back a whine when he wouldn’t press his mouth to yours. “Maybe we should take this upstairs?” he asked with a smirk playing on his lips, hand finally gripping yours. You nodded eagerly, eyes drawn to how his teeth bit down into his bottom lip as he led you up the stairs toward the bedrooms.

When you two were walking through the hall toward the multitude of doors, he finally turned to press his lips to yours harshly. Jungkook’s hands were all over you, leaving trails of fire where his skin touched yours. Your mouth was hot against his, his tongue licking into your mouth and attempting to taste all of you.

He backed you into the foreign bedroom, ignoring the couples in the hallway as he kicked the door shut behind him. He turned the two of you quickly, pressing your back into the door roughly. You keened at the feel of the wood, arching your back and bringing your hands up to his shoulders, digging your fingers into his skin. He groaned against your lips and pulled away quickly, moving down to focus on your jaw. He nipped gently at your earlobe and then pressed kisses into your jawline. Halfway down your jaw he bit down hard, making you yelp.

“Jungkook, ow, that—that hurt,” you moaned, wincing at the feel of his teeth. He pulled back a little, lips still brushing against where he’d bitten you as he spoke.

“Sorry,” he murmured, pressing the flat of his tongue against the bite mark and then trailing his teeth gently over it. “You just taste so good.”

Heat pooled between your thighs and you hummed, pressing your chest into his as he continued his ministrations more gently this time. His hand moved down to the hem of your dress and he slid his fingers up softly from your knee. Shivers ran down your spine as he brushed his fingers up tantalizingly, barely brushing against your skin as they reached your thigh and he slid your dress up in his hand.

His fingers moved course to your inner thigh, pinching gently at the skin. You jumped and a brazen sound came out of your throat. You attempted to squeeze your thighs together in response, but Jungkook’s hand between your legs made that impossible.

“Uh-uh,” he mumbled, looking down at his hand. His fingers pressed against your clothed core, rubbing roughly against the fabric and making you keen. “You’re already so wet for me,” he said, pupils blown wide when he looked back up at you. He pulled his hand back and brought the other down to your thighs, placing his palms on the backs. “Up,” he commanded. You immediately did as he asked, arousal swirling and building in your belly as you hopped up and wrapped your legs around his hips, using his toned shoulders as a purchase.

He walked the two of you toward the bed slowly, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. His mouth was pressing hot kisses onto your collarbone, his tongue warm and his teeth sharp. “Jungkook,” you moaned, bringing your hands up into his hair and tugging him back. He looked up at you in a daze, eyes unfocused. “Jungkook, fuck me,” you whimpered, rocking yourself against him as he stilled.

“Fuck,” he swore, walking faster to the bed and completely dropping you onto it. You made a small noise as you bounced on the mattress after landing on your back. You sat up onto your elbows and Jungkook was immediately upon you, getting on the bed and towering over you, pressing his open mouth against yours again. “Get your dress off,” he growled, trailing his mouth down to your jaw and kissing down to your neck.

You hurried to do as he said, reaching back and undoing the zipper before you shimmied out of the piece, exposing your bare breasts to him. He stopped for a moment, marveling at the sight of your chest in front of him, and then he groaned and grabbed your dress where it was bunched up by your hips and tugged it down your legs. You heard the fabric tear, but you were so mesmerized by the boy in front of you that you didn’t care and just lifted your legs to help him get the dress off.

You grabbed at the hem of his tight shirt and tugged it up, revealing his toned stomach. He lifted his arms and you pulled it the rest of the way off, chucking the shirt somewhere off the bed. Jungkook leaned into your body, his chest pressing into yours and you shivered at the feel of his bare skin against yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, caging you into the bed with his arms. He pressed soft kisses into your neck and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, resting your palms on his back. He trailed one of his hands down your torso until he reached your panties. He shoved them down, huffing when they caught on your hip at an odd angle. Once they were sufficiently shoved away, he pressed the pads of his fingers against your slit and rubbed them up and down.

“Shit—Jungkook, please,” you whimpered, moving your hips against his fingers. He bit down on your neck hard, making you whine, and shoved two fingers inside of you at once. You keened loudly, the stretch of his fingers leaving a slight burn. He stopped his fingers when they were buried to the knuckle inside of you and he curled his fingers up. You knew he was looking for your sweet spot, his fingers searching along your walls.

“You’re so damn tight,” he grunted, finally finding what he was looking for. He rubbed his fingers into the rough patch, making you arch your back and moan loudly. He licked the spot where he’d bitten you. “When was the last time someone fucked you?” You didn’t answer and he pulled his fingers halfway out before shoving them back in roughly, making you cry out with pleasure as he aimed for your sweet spot. “Answer me.”

“A long time!” you whined, blinking through the stars and trying to move your hips along his thrusting fingers. “You’re the first in a while,” you panted.

“Good,” he mumbled into your skin. He wrapped his lips around the throbbing spot on your neck and sucked hard, pressing his teeth in lightly again. You moaned at the mix of pain and pleasure, the heat pooling between your legs and dirtying his hand encouraging Jungkook to continue his ministrations. “You’re all mine.”

You clenched around his fingers and bucked your hips up into his hand, his palm rubbing into your clit deliciously. “More, Jungkook, please—”

He dragged his tongue up your throat to a spot right behind your ear, where he pressed sloppy kisses into. Pressure was building in the pit of your belly, sparks of pleasure radiating from where his hand was focused on you. He seemed to have noticed your erratic movements and breaths and he pulled away, taking his fingers with him. You clenched around nothing and glanced at him hazily, whining loudly from the bottom of your throat.

“When you come, it’s going to be with my cock in your pussy,” Jungkook said gruffly, shifting up onto his knees. The arousal building in your belly heightened at his words and the shudder your body gave in response bordered on painful. He spread your thighs apart as he backed up on the bed, two of his fingers sticky with your juices as they dug into the heated flesh. The feeling of your own arousal smearing your skin and Jungkook’s clear focused eyes trained on you had your cheeks heating and slick dripping out of you.

“Jungkook,” you whimpered, aching for friction. He hummed in response and lowered himself onto his stomach, his face coming within inches of you. His breath fanned across you and you shivered, throwing your head back. He kept your legs parted as he moved forward, pressing his open mouth against your folds. His tongue pressed delicately against you, running up and down the slit. You screamed with ecstasy, the bass from the party music vibrating through your bones.

He pressed a chaste kiss against you and then started moving his mouth, pressing the flat of his tongue roughly into your folds. He lapped up your juices, lewd slurping noises filling the room and your ears. You couldn’t help yourself and brought your hands down into his dark hair, gripping it tightly in your hand. He groaned into you at the feeling and you followed with your own noise of bliss at the slight vibration. He moved up to your swollen clit, rolling it with the tip of his tongue teasingly. You were panting harshly, rocking your hips up into his face as the throngs of pleasure took hold of you. He pulled his tongue away for a second and before you could protest, he was sucking harshly and you couldn’t hold back the screams that spilled from your lips.

Jungkook pulled his mouth away from you with an obscene noise, smacking his wet and sticky lips together. You looked down your body at him and met his eyes, which were blown wide as he watched you. His tongue swiped across his lower lip, his mouth swollen a pretty dark pink and shining with your slick.

“Stop teasing me,” you begged, denied for the second time of your orgasm. It was becoming painful, the ache between your legs. Jungkook chuckled and then started to undo his pants as he sat up, kicking them off as he crawled back up your body. You heard the soft thud of the fabric hitting the floor as Jungkook leaned down to press his bare chest against yours again, his mouth pressing hastily into yours. Your hands slipped from his hair to his shoulders as you opened your mouth to allow him access.

He rolled his hips forward, his dick hard and hot where it nudged against your folds. Both of you groaned at the feeling and he continued to roll himself against you, your slick arousal coating the length of him as he pushed harder into you. Lost to your pleasure, neither of you could focus on kissing and instead were breathing heavily against each others’ lips. His mouth brushed against yours lightly with every rock of his hips, the bed creaking underneath your bodies.

“Fuck, have to be inside of you right now,” he grunted, his voice filled with urgency. He grabbed himself at the base with one hand, looking down your bodies as he rubbed the head of his dick up and down you. Your breath came out shaky as the wet noises and light stimulation caught up with you.

You dug your nails into his shoulders and he cursed under his breath. “I need you inside me, Jungkook, please—please I need it,” you panted.

He paused, one arm beside your shoulder and the other still gripping himself. He was still nudging gently against you as he looked up at you with a glint in his eyes. “Yeah?” he baited breathlessly. “You need it? Tell me how much you need my cock.” You bit your bottom lip, only needing a second to know he was serious. He was holding himself still, barely pressing against you with any significant force. His chest and neck were flushed a beautiful shade of red and you could see how tense and taut the line of his shoulders and arms were; you wondered how he could have the self-restraint to keep still like this when you were splayed out under him, for him.

“I need it so bad, Jungkook,” you started, feeling the heat of your flushing skin spreading to your ears and throat. “I want your cock so bad, I need to feel you inside me, I want—I want you to fill me up with your cock, please—” You could feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes as you begged for his dick, begged him to fuck you, and it only added another thick layer of arousal that glazed over your mind and body.

He swore loudly, pushing the head of his dick into you hurriedly. It pushed through your folds and you clenched immediately, feeling like you could come right then and there. You whimpered loudly as you arched your back. He kept shuffling closer until he was completely sheathed inside of you.

“Your pussy is so tight, just for me, isn’t that right?” he asked roughly, voice strained with the effort to stay still as he waited for you to adjust to the intrusion. He leaned down and peppered kisses across your cheeks and mouth and chin, mumbling praises into your skin.

“Yes,” you gasped, clenching tightly around him. “Just for you, just for you.”

“That’s right, you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He rolled his hips into you, eliciting a strangled moan and he nipped your chin as he pulled out a little bit and shoved back in. “You’re so wet I barely had to prep you, I bet I could’ve just slid right in,” he continued, voice thick with arousal. He leaned down until his bare chest was pressing you down into the mattress as he started to piston in and out of you, starting a bruising pace.

You moaned wantonly as his dick dragged against your walls, the natural curve fitting inside of you just right. Every few thrusts had the head nudging against the rough patch of your sweet spot and your orgasm was building quickly.

“Jungkook,” you whined. “That feels so good, oh m—my God—”

“Fuck you’re such a good little bitch for me,” he grunted, shoving himself into you harder and faster. He brought one hand down between your bodies to push the pads of his slippery fingers into your swollen clit. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, leaving you a brazen mess under his touch. It didn’t take long for you to see stars, the denial from earlier adding fuel to the fire in the pit of your stomach. Your toes curled as you clenched like a vice around his dick while it moved in and out of you, his fingers moving relentlessly on your clit. Your orgasm hit you with a force you’d never felt before, leaving you panting for air and trembling.

He kept rolling his hips in and out of you, helping you ride out the aftershocks of pleasure that continued to sprout in your veins. Soon, however, the seeds of pleasure turned into painful little spikes where the two of you were joined.

“J-Jungkook, it hurts—” you cried weakly, your body moving in time with each snap of his hips into yours.

He shushed you gently, rubbing soft circles on your clit. “I know you can take it, can’t you? You’re so good for me, you were made to take it, weren’t you?” Through the thin haze of pain, arousal stirred in your belly and between your thighs again. You whined from the back of your throat and shuddered. Jungkook pressed a loud smacking kiss against your mouth. “It’ll feel good again, I know you can come for me again, baby.” You squeezed your thighs against his hips as tight as you could and soon you were clenching around him and writhing with pleasure again. Tendrils of blissful ecstasy ran through your limbs from where he was shoving in and out of you and you shut your eyes, face screwing up.

Jungkook moved his lips against yours languidly as he snapped his hips into yours as hard as he could, curses spilling from his lips and into yours. His thrusts were no longer well timed and melded into a mess of sporadic rocks into you, barely pulling out as he pushed into you roughly. He bit down on your lip and you keened loudly at the sudden spike of pain. It was just enough to tip you over the edge again, your second orgasm more intense than the first. Tears spilled to your cheeks from how hard you squeezed your eyes at the pleasure blossoming in your lower abdomen and between your thighs.

Jungkook bit down harder on your lip as he slowed his thrusts into you, come spurting out and against your walls. He rolled his hips lazily into you a few more times as his teeth broke skin and the metallic taste of copper slipped into your mouth. He panted brokenly against your lips as his hips came to a stop inside you, his come filling you up so completely that you could already feel it dripping out of you even though his dick was still nestled inside of you.

He pulled out slowly and kissed you harshly, the taste of your blood mixing on your tongues. You could feel his seed dripping out of you and onto the bed sheets, which were completely soiled from the both of you. When he pulled back, his lips were puffy and red and he looked down at his come slipping down to the bed.

“You look so good like this, fucked and completely mine,” he muttered, fixated on the way it was drenching you. “I almost don’t want to clean you. Look how dirty you’ve made me and the bed.”

Your cheeks flushed with humiliation. You swallowed and attempted to close your legs, the sticky feeling cooling and beginning to dry against your skin. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, running your tongue across where it was throbbing, glad that there wasn’t any blood coming out of your lip anymore—you were going to look like you’d gotten in some kind of fight later.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Jungkook cooed, leaning forward and pressing his puckered lips to your forehead as you started to sit up on the bed. “It’s just me that’s seeing it and you look beautiful like this, stuffed full of my come and flushed.” His words only stirred the butterflies fluttering in your belly, your flesh coloring even darker. “No one else will ever see this,” he murmured, kissing your cheek tenderly before backing away and getting off the bed. Your brows furrowed slightly at his words but you ignored the weird feeling in the back of your mind as you watched him grab some tissues from the dresser on the other side.

When he came back to your side on the bed, he made swift work of moving your legs how he wanted so he could clean you as best he could. You continued to stare at him as he finished up, tossing the tissues into the trash beside the bed. When he finished and set it back down, he nudged you back onto the bed and then he flopped over beside you, the both of you still bare and sweating. He tugged the blanket out from underneath your bodies and covered both of you, curling into your side and nuzzling his nose into your neck as his arm wrapped around your nude waist.

“Jungkook, we can’t just sleep here,” you chuckled, wiggling under the weight of his arm.

“Yes we can,” he chirped, blinking his eyes open to look at you. Up close he was even more startlingly beautiful than before, his eyes wide and doe-like and his lips puckering perfectly around every word. “I have a buddy in this frat, Taehyung, and this is his room. He never comes back to his room during parties.”

You hummed and let Jungkook cuddle closer to your body. You really should get up, go back to your apartment, or at least text Hoseok. But Jungkook’s body was invitingly warm beside yours and petals blossomed in your veins where his skin grazed yours. You let your eyes flutter shut, lulled to sleep by the soft puffs of Jungkook’s breathing on your neck.

When you woke, Jungkook’s arm was still wrapped snugly around your body. You squinted over at your phone on the nightstand, grabbing it and blanching at the time. You still had a few hours left, but your shift was sadly the morning one this time around and you needed to shower and eat before heading down to your job.

You lifted Jungkook’s arm by his hand gently, scooting to the edge and placing it back down on the mattress as slowly as you could. You licked your dry lips and wrinkled your nose as you scoured for your clothing, slipping your panties on over your sore legs and wiggling back into your dress. With your phone in hand, you quietly made your way to the door and took one back look at Jungkook’s sleeping form before leaving the room and shutting the door silently.

Your shift had been uneventful, as it always was. Barely anyone came in and you were just idly sitting behind the cash register as Seokjin organized the shelves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you pulled it out to check since there were no customers and no Namjoon to bite your head off.

[from unknown 10:01am] — hey :)

You stared at the screen blankly, unsure of who was texting you or if you should even reply.

[from unknown 10:04am] — this is jungkook, btw — hope u don’t mind i got ur number!

Your face lit up and you could hear Seokjin make an interested noise as he came to stand behind the register with you.

[to jungkook 10:05am] — oh hey! :) — yeah, thats fine

You clicked the contact information and added him to your contacts quickly. When you opened his chat thread again, there were a couple of messages waiting for you.

[from jungkook 10:05am] — u were gone when i woke up… — everything still good?

[to jungkook 10:06am] — yeah, sorry abt that — i have the early shift today — had to leave :(

“Who’s Jungkook?” Seokjin piped. You slammed your phone down onto the counter and willed your blush away as you looked back at the man. You could feel your phone vibrating but you slipped it back into your pocket to avoid more of Seokjin’s inevitable teasing.

“It’s that guy from last time,” you mumbled, cheeks warm. Seokjin proceeded to “Ooo” and poke your sides as you tried to wave him away. You were laughing and yelped as he jabbed his finger into your waist when the door’s tiny bell rang and your attention was directed there.

A familiar figure walked in, donned in the usual hoodie. “Jungkook!” you breathed, smile still plastered across your face. Jungkook’s answering smile was tight and his eyes trailed lower down your body. You could feel your skin flush in response, remembering the night before, and Seokjin’s hands detached from your body. He stayed behind you as Jungkook came up and leaned onto the counter top.

“Hey,” he replied, voice infinitely more soft as he focused on you.

“What brings you here?” you asked.

“Just missed you,” he quipped. His eyes darted back to your coworker before he lowered his voice, tone husky. “Missed how you taste.” His voice wasn’t quiet enough and you knew Seokjin heard him when the man coughed behind you and cleared his throat, muttering something about going to the back.

You nodded confirmation that you’d heard him and shifted awkwardly where you stood. Jungkook’s eyes followed Seokjin as he went until he disappeared from view behind the aisles of CDs and vinyl records. The boy’s big beautiful eyes landed on you again and you shivered at the intensity, the same intensity he’d shown you when his hands had been all over you the night before. His hand reached out toward yours, which were resting on the top of the glass counter showcasing some tiny trinkets. His finger gently traced over yours, starting at the knuckle and trailing up to your fingertip and you bit down on your lip.

Jungkook’s eyes stayed focused on your face as he caressed your hand. His gaze dropped to where you were gnawing on your bottom lip, where there was still a noticeable cut and slight swell to it. He licked his lips as he saw the mark he’d given you just hours ago.

“You’re lucky Namjoon isn’t the one working with me today,” you told him cheekily, sticking your tongue out as you withdrew your hand from in front of him. He merely hummed, lips puckering into the cutest pout you’d ever seen while he watched your hand slip from under his fingers. “He’d be so pissed if you came to loiter and I’d hear so much shit about it afterwards.”

Jungkook’s lips tugged up into a smile. “Hey! I’m not loitering!”

You couldn’t bite back the smile any longer and let it consume your expression, eyes crinkling with the width of it. “Then what would you call what you’re doing right now? It’s totally loitering!”

The boy in front of you raised a brow, expression shifting into something cocky. “Loitering is standing around without an apparent purpose. I clearly have a purpose in being here.”

You almost didn’t want to ask what the purpose was, seeing as the answer was quite obvious. But the way he looked at you was begging for you to ask, his eyes sparkling and full of mirth. “And what is said purpose, Jungkook?”

“To see you,” he answered softly, expression changing again into a gentle smile and crinkled eyes as he looked at you. You looked down immediately, covering your burning face with your hands. You could hear him chuckling softly, his laughter light and higher-pitched than you thought it would be. “Hey,” he prompted, getting your attention again. “Do you guys have any CDs for The Bravery?”

You dropped your hands slowly and had to think for a bit, the name of the group not immediately coming to mind. “Hold on, let me check,” you muttered, turning toward the desktop computer on the other end of the counter and looking up their name. “Oh, we do, but they’re probably in the back since there’s only two. I’ll go get it for y—”

Jungkook cut you off quickly, smiling brightly. “No worries, I’ll just go get one. Your coworker is back there right? What was his name again?”

“Seokjin,” you supplied. “Uh, yeah, that’s fine then. My shift is supposed to end in a few minutes anyway. My stuff’s all up here, so—”

“I can walk you out after. I’ll only be a little while.” He waved jokingly to you as he walked toward the back door, broad back disappearing behind the shelves. You licked your lips and squeezed your legs together at the memory of the skin of that back under your hands, shaking the thought out of your head.

The clock struck eleven soon after and you started to grab your stuff, taking off your name tag and slipping it into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder. You looked at the time on your phone and huffed, wondering what was taking the two boys so long to find the CD and come out of the back room.

Jungkook finally appeared, popping out from between the two shelves and giving you a bright smile as he came up to stand beside you. “I can walk you out,” he said, gesturing for you to go in front of him.

“Oh, I’m just waiting for Seokjin to let him know I’m leaving first,” you replied, craning your neck and wondering where said boy was.

Jungkook placed a hand on your shoulder, sliding it down to rest on your shoulder blade. “He told me to tell you to go ahead first, actually,” he continued. “He’s still sorting some stuff that fell over while we were back there.”

You furrowed your brows. That was odd; Seokjin never told you to go without seeing him first. “Oh, okay.” As the two of you walked over toward the door, you turned to Jungkook. “Did you find the CDs?”

His lips pulled into a frown. “No, it must have been misplaced or something.”

“Damn, I’m sorry,” you pacified quickly.

He smiled and shrugged, reaching out to hold the door open for you. “It’s fine, I can just come back some other time for it.” You sighed and took a step out, turning back to smile at him for holding the door open. You caught sight of his hand as he followed after you and you gasped, surging forward and grabbing at said hand.

“Oh my God, are you okay? What happened?” you asked as you examined the red cuts on his knuckles. They still looked kind of fresh and you looked up at him with concern.

His eyes were wide as they met yours, pulling his hand away and pink dusting his cheeks. You realized you’d stepped right into his space, pressing your side almost completely against his chest in your haste to check his knuckles. Your own cheeks felt hot and you mumbled an apology as you stepped away from him.

“I’m fine,” he answered you quietly, shoving his hand into his pocket and wincing as the fabric must have slid roughly against the broken skin. “Me and my frat buddy Taehyung—I told you about him right?” You nodded and he went on, stepping forward and pressing the palm of his hand to your back. “We were messing around this morning when he came back and it got a little rough.” At your worried look, he sent you a blinding smile. “It’s really fine, don’t worry about it. I’ll walk you home.”

You bit your lip and nodded your affirmation as he led you down the sidewalk with his hand on the small of your back. The entire way to your apartment, you felt safe beside him, for once not feeling like there were eyes following your every move from afar.

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Starved

Requested: Anon original request was something along the lines of Reader has anorexia and the group of friends find out. Second after asked question- Preferably anorexia but whatever you'd like lovely! Your writing is amazing and I'd probably be happy no matter what way you took it!

A/N: Platonic x Jughead, Toni, Fangs, and Sweetpea. If you are in any way triggered by any discussion of Anorexia or anxiety please do not read this. Also, thank you to @wayward-river for all the help with this story she is incredible go read her stories.

Warnings: Anorexia, Anxiety

Word Count: 3132

Summary: You always put up the facade that you were alright, but what happens when your friends know your not and they figure out the real reason behind it.

Your mom left when you were young and your dad passed, you have been alone since you were 13. The Serpent's were a family and you always wanted to be fully in. Your Serpent dance was coming soon and you were getting more nervous by the minute.

Y/N POV

You stood standing in the mirror looking back at a girl, the marks you drew on it showing the way you should be looking by now... the goal for your dance. Your dance was in a few days. The last month you had been shedding weight, more than should have been possible. Luckily you were one to always wear baggy clothes so no one really noticed. You had to look perfect and the way you looked now your mind told you wasn’t. A knock on your door knocked you out of your thoughts. You quickly covered the mirror and thew on a t-shirt. You opened the door looking out to see Toni.

“Hey girl”

“Hey Toni what’s up”

“Everyone is on there way to the Wyrm wanted to know if you wanted to come”

“Uhm no actually I’m good thanks though”

“Aight can I borrow a water”

“Yeah of course” you watched her walk in about to open the fridge before you realized “Wait Toni” but she had opened it.

“Y/N you got no food and you rarely come out with us what do you eat?”

“Uhm I pick up Pop’s a lot” You hoped the lie you told was believable enough.

“You sure you don’t want to come”

“Uhm yeah, I’ll come why not” you rode with Toni to the Wyrm in your truck. Your vision blurred as your ears rang while driving but you kept focusing on the line in the road and you were luckily fine. You walked in behind Toni taking your seat at the bar like usual.

“Want a beer”

“No, I’m good thanks though” Jughead came up behind you.

“The infamous Y/N isn’t drinking tonight”

“Not feeling it gotta get up for school tomorrow”

“Never stopped you before, you ok?”

“Yeah I’m good” at that point Sweet Pea and Fangs came up as well.

“Y/N!” Fangs hugged you

“Hey Sweets hey Fangs how are you guys”

“Good you?”

“Excited for your dance, when is it again? Friday right?

“Yeah, will you guys be here”

“Sweet Pea miss a dance, your funny”

“Shut it Fogarty Y/N is like a sister to me I’ll be here though, gotta support you” Sweet Pea responded

“Thanks” Your vision blurred again as you heard what sounded like chiming bells once again, this one stronger as your body slightly swayed before being able to come back into focus. Luckily Fangs had stayed next to you as your body swayed into his almost falling off the stool. “Y/N you good?”

“Yeah, just tired, sorry”

“Want me to drive you home?

“Yeah, please”

“Leaving already Y/N?”

“Yeah T I’m sorry just tired is all, I’ll see you guys at school tomorrow okay” You walked out with Fangs to your truck.

“Fangs I forgot I drove Toni and I here because she walked to my trailer earlier, I’ll drive it’s not a big deal”

“Yeah it is you almost fell asleep at the bar, I’d rather drive you I’ll walk home not a big deal really it's like five minutes”

“Are you sure”

“Positive I wanna know you got home safe, can’t have my best friend fall asleep at the wheel”

Fangs drove you home, your stomach growled but you covered it with a cough luckily Fangs hadn’t noticed. Growls rarely ever happened anymore, more often than not the hunger wasn’t even there, maybe a few sharp hunger pain but no noise to cover up thankfully. You knew you should eat but if you ate you'd gain, and you couldn’t let that happen not this week not now. Since you weighed Monday and saw you weren't near your goal you haven't eaten much. You ate maybe an apple or piece of fruit and even then you would only eat half. You watched your trailer come into view and Fangs turn the truck off. He walked inside behind you asked if you’d be alright. After you told him yes he turned towards his trailer and went home. You walked to your bedroom and stripped off your jacket and shoes falling asleep in the clothes you had on. You woke up the next morning, walking into your kitchen grabbing a water bottle. You didn’t even want to drink that knowing full well liquids always made you bloat, but you still had a day till the dance so it would be fine.

You drove up to the school pulling into your spot and getting out of your truck. You saw your group of friends sitting on the steps.

“Hey guys?”

“Get some sleep?” Fangs chimed in.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well you were super tired last night so just wondering if you were good now”

“Oh yeah I'm good” you hadn’t realized that you forgot to put the flannel over your t-shirt today like usual. Toni stared at you about to speak before the bell of the school rang. You didn’t believe in god but at that moment you thanked him. You walked into the class you had luckily Toni wasn’t with you because she had to go to Art and you wouldn’t see her until lunch. You sat at your desk in every class barely paying attention and only doing what you had to. You had one class left before lunch but you hoped it would go forever because you didn’t want to go near that room knowing full well everyone would ask why you weren't eating. During your whole lecture looking in the reflection of your phone thinking how you just wish you could see the bones in your cheeks a little more. You looked around seeing the girl who sat beside you and how beautiful she was. Her eyes bright, her chiseled jawline, the stomach that couldn’t be seen, and even her legs that looked as if she ran miles a day. You got knocked out of the thoughts racing in your mind when Jughead tapped your shoulder.

“Y/N you good”

“Yeah why, wait why are you in here?”

“Because class ended 10 minutes ago we were waiting for you but you never showed up so I came looking”

“Oh”

“You okay?”

“Yeah just had some work to catch up on”

“Y/N”

“What?”

“You were staring into space”

“Zoned out”

“Your book isn’t even open”

“What the fuck is this Jones 20 questions, now let’s go to lunch” You got up rushing out of the room him following behind. You walked into the cafeteria sitting down next to Sweet Pea the smells flooded your nose. You were hungry but just a few more days and you would eat it would be fine. Toni looked to you.

“Not eating Y/N?”

“Uh no, not hungry”

“What did you eat last night”

“Uh nothing”

“Oh well then you must be hungry”

“Not really, I gotta read part of this book I’ll talk to you guys later” You stood up too fast the blood rushing to your head making you sit back down. Sweet Pea grabbed you as you almost fell over. “You okay? Y/N you should really eat.”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that!” You stormed out heading to your last class of the day. Get through this you thought, tonight is the night and after you’ll be fine. Your teacher made you work in pairs, and you, of course, you had to get paired with the one person you wish you didn’t. Jessica, she was beautiful skinny, a strong jawline, and everything you weren’t. You ran out of class going home you couldn’t handle it.

You drove to your trailer walking inside and were instantly hit with the smell of Pops. You walked to your kitchen table seeing a note: You got the dance tonight, and you ran out of lunch figured you wouldn’t have time to grab anything enjoy - Love, T. You looked at the bag and then into the mirror, you were so close you couldn’t eat and ruin yourself, not now not after all the hard work you did. You threw the Pops into the fridge and walked into the back taking a shower and getting ready.

At the Wyrm

You walked in seeing your group of friends sitting by the bar.

“Hey guys”

“Hey”

“How's work tonight T”

“Decent haha did you get my note”

“Yeah thanks”

“You ready?”

“I think so, I just don’t wanna mess up I've been a part of this for so long I just want to me official”

“Don't worry Y/N you got this”

“Thanks Fangs”

“Y/N You got 20 mins till you go okay head to the back room and I’ll announce you”

“Okay, Thanks Jug” You walked to the back room and started doing some push-ups, figuring it could tone your muscles a little more before the show started. You had to stop after a few because your head started to feel fuzzy. . Just push through it you thought. Get through it and you would be fine it’s just stress. In the distance, you heard talking but you couldn’t focus on it right away until you heard it repeat; your name again, and again.

“Welcome to the stage for serpent initiation Y/N…Y/N?” You tried standing up but fell down slightly losing your balance but you had to push through. You got up standing again and walked onto the stage. Your song started. You began slowly stripping the outer layer of the clothes you wore and began the dance. You grabbed the pole swinging around it and swaying your hips to the beat. About a minute in everything went wrong. Your ears heard a constant ringing, the serpents in front of you blurring in and out, the room spinning. You tried shaking it off but it came back again and again, but it was no use as you were swinging around the pole your world went dark. The last thing you heard was the scream of your friends calling your name before you fell down to the floor.

Groups POV

Sweets watched as Y/N’s body dropped to the floor. He stood shocked, not knowing what to do until he heard Jugheads voice.

“Sweets, Fangs get her into the office now” Sweets walked over picking you up in his arms, not even needing the help of Fangs. “Sweets, you need help up the stairs?”

“No I got it Fangs” Sweets walked your body to the office and placed you on the couch. Toni came up. “Toni she’s…”

“Bones…”

“Toni I have picked Y/N up before she… she’s not Y/N. What happened?” Jughead walked in then. “Guys, what is going on?” Everyone was about to start explaining when Fangs started talking. “Guys, it was right in front of us”

“What was?”

“She's sick”

“What the dizziness?”

“No, well yes but just her… I think she’s starving herself Toni and Jug kept trying to wake her up while Fangs was talking. “Guys when is the last time she ate with any of you I mean she told me she went out with Cheryl the other day to Pops but”

“Fang she didn’t go to pops with Cheryl I was with Cheryl at her house all week”

“Okay well what about the other week when she picked up pops to go”

“Betty was working she usually tells me when she sees you guys there, and she hasn’t said anything to me”

“I should have fucking saw it, I should have fucking known” sweet pea chimed in

“Sweet Pea this isn't your fault”

“Well it isn’t hers she's sick and we, I should have noticed”

“This is on all of us, and we’re going to help her”

“Guys I think she’s waking up” The whole group stood next to you at that point as you sat up holding your head”

Y/N POV

The darkness started to dissipate as you felt a pounding in your head, the light began to pour in.

“What…”

“OMG Y/N you're awake” you felt everyone around you, Fangs holding your hand, Toni kneeling next to your head, Jughead sitting at your feet, and Sweet Pea sitting on the couch end.

“What… Happened?”

“You fainted”

“Oh god! My dance I didn’t finish… I’m not gonna be a Serpent” Sweet Pea yelled while standing up and throwing the knife he was playing with across the room.

“Fuck the stupid dance Y/N do you see yourself, please… please fucking tell us what is going on”

“What are you…”

“Don’t play stupid” Toni stood up walking to the corner of the room bringing the mirror over.

“Look at yourself Y/N”

“I…” Fangs squeezed your hand kissing it. “Y/N I, I know this is hard but look at yourself, you can’t say that you're not sick, and if you really don’t see what is wrong while looking in this mirror then…”

You forced yourself to look in the mirror. “I know it’s wrong but I kept telling myself one more day.”

“Y/N…” Fangs started

“Okay Fine! I get it okay! I shouldn’t have done it” Jug sat up from his position “What have you been doing, how long?”

“I don’t know how long a month maybe two. At first, I just wanted to shed some weight and I … I kept seeing girls looking so much better than me. Then, I scheduled my dance. I don’t look like any of the girls that dance. I wanted to look perfect I told myself I’ll drop some and then I’ll stop, but then I did...I dropped a little weight, but then I kept going and going and I haven't stopped. I wanted to look great. I wanted to keep going”

“Y/N you don’t look great but not because your too big, your underweight. Babe while you were doing your dance I swear I could see your bones, what have you eaten this week?”

“I, I don’t know an apple, banana, and some nuts maybe I try not to eat anything.”

“The entire week?”

“I…” Fangs stood up helping you stand up with him “Y/N look me in my eyes… do you want help? Do you want to get better?”

“I just don’t want to feel like this anymore”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“I've always dealt with things on my own I’m so used to it”

“You don’t need to be used to it you have all of us, you have had all of us we are here for you, we are going to get you through this okay?”

“O, okay”

“I know this is going to be hard, but we are going to start small. Jug can you go behind the bar to the fridge and grab the fruit I have in there” Jughead left the room. “You're going to eat the fruit, as slow as you have to but you are going to finish it or at least try your hardest to no lying. If the thoughts are coming you talk to one of us and we will talk it out. You are going to eat with us for every meal. I don’t want it to feel like we are harping over you, but I can not lose you… You are my best friend and I know how hard this is my cousin went through the same thing. I, we are all going to help you get through this”

Jughead came back up with the fruit and handed it to you.You started eating it slowly your stomach growling. You felt the hunger rise inside of you. You stopped, and they looked at you.

“Y/N you have to eat I”

“I know Toni... it’s hard”

“just eat some more it will get easier I promise” They all started having a normal conversation like you would always have. You were happy they were not focusing on you eating but instead making eating comfortable again.

“Jug…”

“Yeah Y/N?”

“Do, do I have to do the dance again? Did I fail?”

“Here,” he handed the jacket to you that you had waited your whole life for. “You're a serpent you always have been you have always been a part of this family, but now you can stop complaining about not being official”

“Let’s get you home”

“Fangs can you drive me”

“of course” you got downstairs and into the truck waiting for Fangs to come. The thoughts came back about all the calories you just ate, but they soon went away”

“You’re thinking about it aren’t you”

“About what?”

“You know what, and I know what. Your thinking about all the calories that fruit had aren't you” you looked down at your hands. “Look I know how hard this is going to be to get through this, but you have all of us and you have me, you are not losing me and I sure as hell am not going to lose you” the drive seemed short but as you were waiting to pull into your lot fangs passed it driving to his and pulling in.

“why are we?”

“Because I told you I am not letting you do this alone, home is here with me or with Toni or sweet pea or Jughead, home is not your trailer alone”

“thank you”

“hey I don’t need you to thank me your like my sister I would do anything for you, and you can stay here as long as you want”

The next few months were a rollercoaster, you stayed with Fangs knowing that you wouldn’t be able to conquer this alone. You wanted to get better, but you had your hard days. You had your days where you would show up to the Wyrm on an empty stomach, but after the first few times everyone had come up with a code word for a bad day. Those bad days whether at someone's trailer or the bar they would grab something small to eat and a water and would sit and talk with you while you ate something. There were also days when you didn’t say anything breaking down the next day feeling like you had lied and betrayed them. Finally after you were comfortable enough Fangs had you talk to his cousin who went through something similar and relating to someone really helped.

Eventually you had started eating bigger meals with the group, and eating became something fun like it used to be. Throwing fries at each other from across tables or stealing drinks of shakes just like before. This was what you needed. This was how you got your life back together. You now wore your serpent jacket knowing that these people had your back, you were no longer alone. You had your true family. You had your life back.

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angsty-nerd · 5 years ago

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Fictober #6

I really didn’t think I’d get there today... with all the RNM content coming out of NYCC I’ve been just overwhelmed today. But I decided late this evening, since I took tomorrow off work, to give it a try, and now here I am with 45 min to spare! WHEW!

#6. “Yes, I’m aware. Your point?”

Roswell, NM fanfic

Gen, post S1. Rosa & Liz Ortecho, Kyle Valenti, Isobel Evans, Michael Guerin

Liz was always trying to be perfect. At least, that was the teenage Liz Ortecho that Rosa remembered. Her hair was always perfectly straight, often pulled back to ensure that it stayed out of her face. She never broke the rules, always did her homework, and got perfect grades. On her worst days, Rosa found Liz to be tedious and looked for ways to poke holes in her perfect image. There were a lot of those bad days. Too many bad days.

On her better days, Rosa knew that her sister was destined for great things. Better things. Roswell, New Mexico would never be able to contain a force like Liz Ortecho. She was guaranteed to leave this sleepy town. She was going to change the world.

Rosa didn't quite know what to make of the real Liz Ortecho. She was still a force of nature. Rosa had watched her cry and fight, heartbreak and anger all mixed together when she saw Max's body. But once her initial reaction was over, she rubbed the tears from her eyes and went straight to work, stripping his clothes off and smearing his body with silver goop from head to toe.

This is a Liz Ortecho who thinks fast and isn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

It wasn't long before Izzy and Michael Guerin came running into the cave. They both froze at the scene in front of them, but Liz didn't even let them react.

"Help me get him in the pod!" she ordered.

"Liz…" Michael started, but she wouldn't let him speak.

"Don't argue with me. I have a plan. We need to get him in stasis. NOW."

And that was it. There was no more arguing. Izzy and Michael just moved to Liz's side, and the three of them worked together to lift Max's body and push it into the pod.

It was like the fight went out of her once Max was settled in the pod. She fell to knees in front of the pod, the tears slipping from her eyes again as she reached out and pressed a hand to the pod's surface.

Michael and Izzy just stood and watched from a few feet away. Tears were running down Izzy's cheeks as well, but Michael just looked stone faced. Rosa shivered at the cold, angry look in his eyes. Something felt wrong with him, but she didn't quite know what.

Rosa stepped past them, pulling the blanket tighter around her body so that she could lean down and try to extract her sister from her position of mourning in front of the pod. Thankfully it worked. Only a soft nudge from Rosa and Liz was back on her feet, hugging Rosa tightly. Rosa could feel as her sister's breathing began to settle, and finally, when she seemed calm enough, Rosa quietly asked, "Why don't you tell us about the rest of your plan?"

Again, Liz wiped her face clean before turning to the others. "Michael, can you move the pod with your powers?"

Michael narrowed his eyes, and for a second, Rosa thought he was going to say something rude. Instead she leapt to the side with a frightened gasp as the pod lifted up in the air a few feet and started floating towards the cave exit.

"No problem." Michael called back to Liz.

"Good. Load him into your truck and take him to your pod cave. Noah said that his pod was defective, which is why he went insane and started murdering people. I want Max out of that pod and into one of your functional ones as soon as possible."

"Good call." Michael agreed.

"Isobel, Rosa… help me pack up anything remotely useful or alien looking in here. We'll take it with us to the other cave. I never want to see this place again."

As they were bringing their last load to the car, Rosa noticed something in Liz's car just kept ringing. Like a little Christmas bell.

"Do you hear that?" Rosa asked, wondering what it was and why nobody was stopping it.

"Just my phone." Liz said dismissively. "Somebody is lighting it up with text messages. It's fine. I'll get it later. What we're doing is way more important."

"If you say so!" Rosa agreed, as it rang a few more times.

"Get in the car, we've got to go." Liz ordered and she jumped into the front seat while Izzy slipped into the back. They barely had the doors closed before Liz had the engine running and the car moving.

Rosa heard the noise again, louder this time, and noticed a little flat device sitting in the cup holder. "Is that your phone?" Liz confirmed. "Can I stop the ringing?"

"Yeah." Liz agreed. "The passcode is your birthday, 6 digits. Just let me know who’s texting like crazy."

Rosa punched in the numbers and the phone opened directly to a list of messages.

"It looks like… new messages from Kyle and Maria. Both. Liz. Please don't tell me you're still dating Kyle Valenti?" Rosa asked with a laugh. She didn't know how long had passed, but from the look of each of the people she had seen so far, she was certain that a significant amount of time had passed.

"I'm not." Liz said softly. "I'm with Max."

Rosa wanted to kick herself. Of course Liz was with Max. That reaction wasn't the kind of grief you have for a casual friend.

Another ring sounded and a new message popped up.

"Kyle." Rosa announced.

"What does it say?" Liz asked.

"He says the lack of response is starting to worry him. He just needs to know if you're okay. No burst stitches or infection…Liz, are you hurt!?"

"I'm fine!" Liz insisted. "Just got cut a bit last night. Had to have Kyle come stitch me up. It's no big deal. I'll call him when we stop."

"Liz, how close did my husband come to killing you?"

Rosa and Liz both froze. Isobel had been so quiet that they had forgotten she was there.

"It's okay, Isobel. Just a flesh wound. He got me with a knife when he escaped from the freezer. Kyle patched me up and I'm going to be fine."

Another ring interrupted them

"Maria?" Liz asked. "What does she say."

"She says she needs her girlfriend now to come talk and to stop ignoring her and get down to the Wild Pony. She says that… oh. Guerin kissed her and then ran off."

"Shit." Liz grumbled. "What the hell am I supposed to do with that? It's not like I can tell her that Michael ran off because his psychic alien connection with Max went nuts and he felt Max die resurrecting my dead sister." Liz let out a loud, angry laugh.

She suddenly stopped the car. Rosa looked around. It just seemed like they were in the middle of the desert, but then again, so did their first location.

"Will you start taking things into the cave? I should call Kyle back."

Rosa took one of the big pots full of silver goo from the trunk and followed Izzy to the cave. When they turned to go back for more, Rosa almost walked straight into Liz, who was walking into the cave.

“Everything ok with Kyle?” Rosa asked.

“Yeah,” Liz said, her voice distracted as her eyes drifted to Max’s pod. “We’re going to meet him at his place after we’re done here.” Liz explained. “Where’s Michael?”

“He was already gone when we got here.” Isobel said, “I think he’s spiraling.”

“At least he took care of Max before running off.” Liz pointed out.

His sister rolled her eyes. “That was the least he could do.”

Once the car was unloaded, Liz took Isobel home and, as she indicated earlier, headed to Kyle’s house. Rosa wondered what kind of a man her half brother by birth had grown into. The kind of man who gives a girl stitches and then worries about it all the next day. She wondered if either of her siblings knew about her secret Valenti bloodline. She was still getting used to the idea before… well, before whatever had happened. Liz couldn’t have been serious when she said ‘resurrect’ after all.

Her sister pulled her car up to the curb in front of a small house in a unfamiliar subdivision, probably because it was new. Liz turned off the engine and turned to Rosa.

“Can you adjust the blanket so that your face is hidden?” Rosa nodded and then shifted the blanket around to make a headwrap to cover her face and hair. “This good?” She asked.

“Yeah.” Liz affirmed. “So, Kyle is going to be pretty shocked to see you. Happy, but shocked. I want to prep him a bit. Would you mind coming up and hanging back a bit while I talk? Then we’ll go in. No one can see your face though, until we’re safe inside.”

“Got it,” Rosa agreed

Liz lead Rosa up the walkway to the house. Halfway there, Kyle flung the front door open, and Rosa had to quickly duck and hide her face.

“What the hell, Liz? Yesterday was insane, you almost died, and then just… nothing? Radio silence for almost a whole day? And who is this?”

“It’s just been nonstop, Kyle. A lot has happened since I saw you last. Hey, before we come in. Remember that conversation we had yesterday while you were stitching me up? About that thing that Noah told me, but you already knew?”

“That Rosa was my sister? Yes, I’m aware. Your point?”

Liz didn’t even need to gesture at her . Rosa stepped a little closer to her sister and lowered the wrap away from her face so that Kyle could see just enough to know it’s her. His eyes widened, mouth dropped open, and he was speechless for about a split second before it was like something important crossed his mind and he ushered them inside.

“Rosa…” Kyle gaped. “How is this possible.”

“My idiot alien boyfriend decided that I was better off with her than with him, it seems.” Liz replied dryly. “Now I get back the person that I’ve missed the most for the last 10 years, but in exchange I lose the person that I’ve just fallen in love with. Max is lying dead in an alien pod right now. Unless we can figure out how to revive him like he revived Rosa. You’ll help, right?”

“Of course.”

“10 years?” Rosa suddenly burst out. “Well, shit. No wonder you made me hide my face! Kyle, any chance you have some, like, shorts and a T-shirt I can borrow? I’m getting real sick of wearing nothing but this blanket.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Kyle agreed. “I’ll go dig something out. And then I want to check your wound, Liz. And I should probably do a quick check on you too, Rosa, to make sure nothing’s wrong. Sound good?”

Kyle disappeared down the hallway and Rosa took advantage of the opportunity to speak to her sister. “So you already knew? About my birth father?”

“I did,” Liz confirmed.

“I’m not even an Ortecho.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course you are.”

“Papi and I aren’t related at all.”

“Rosa, listen to me. Papi raised you. Papi loves you. Papi has mourned you every day that you’ve been gone. He prays for you during Día de Muertos every year. Your picture stays on the wall in the Crashdown kitchen. Jim Valenti may have been your blood, but you are an Ortecho. We’re family.”

Kyle's voice echoed down from the hallway, “Okay Rosa, I laid some options out for you in the bedroom. Just grabbing some supplies to check Liz, and I’ll be out of your way.”

“You just happened to add a pretty kick ass brother now too.” Liz added with a smile, pushing Rosa towards the hallway.

#rnm gen fanfic #fictober19 #my fanfic #liz ortecho #rosa ortecho

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min-yoongimylove1993 · 6 years ago

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What If? Part 1: CHIMCHIM | JiKookxReader

Summery: Park Jimin.

Your best friend for more then 10 years.

He was always there for you, ALWAYS.

Until he shows up to school the next day with the most popular girl at your school in his arms, Yi Enu. She's been your sworn enemy for years, and Jimin knows.

Are you jealous of their relationship because you're losing your best friend or because of another reason?

"Come on ChimChim!!!" You yelled at your best friend as you ran as fast as you could to the swing set. "I'm going to beat you there, which means you have to push me first!" You were a foot ahead of him. You knew he was letting you win, but you didn't understand why.

You reached the swings and hopped onto one and kicked your feet excitedly as you waited for him. Jimin caught up to you and laughed. "You're cute, you know that?" Jimin said. You scrunched up your nose. "Ew gross! I'm not cute! I'm a fierce tiger!" You said before sticking your tongue out at him.

"Tigress." He corrected you. You rolled your eyes. "Hurry up and push me ChimChim!" "Alright, alright!" He said as he pushed his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose. He then pushed back his silky black hair that had been stuck to his forehead from sweat. "You better wipe your hand before you touch me!" You yelled. Jimin laughed before he did as you told him. He moved behind you and started to push you.

"Y/N, we'll be friends forever right?" He asked you. You shook your head no, Jimin looked down and sighed. "We'll be best friends forever, ChimChim." You turned and smiled at him, causing him to blush. You laughed. "Why is your face so red? You weren't even trying!" That caused his face to turn an even darker shade of red. "Because I'm in love with you." He said under his breath so you couldn't hear. "Higher ChimChim! Push me higher!" You laughed.

—

That was about five years ago. You and Jimin were both seventeen now and in high school. You two were still extremely close. Jimin had hit puberty. He was gorgeous.

Not that he wasn't before, just now everyone besides you knew it. He was the hottest guy in your school. You surprisingly didn't get any death threats or glares from the other girls. Everyone knew there was nothing going on between the two of you, which kind of disappointed you for some reason.

After school, you had asked Jimin to meet you at the swing set. The same one you two swore to be 'best friends forever' at. You sat on a swing and waited for him. About twenty minutes later, Jimin came running over to you, shirtless.

You couldn't help, but stare at his rock hard and extremely toned abs. "Y/N? Hello? You in there?" He asked as he waved his hand in your face. "Huh? What? Yeah! What do you want?" You asked defensively. Jimin laughed. "Aren't you the one who asked me to come here?" He smiled at you.

He has a really cute smile. You thought to yourself before you shook your head. "I just wanted to check in on you, we haven't really been hanging out a lot lately." You said. Jimin nodded. "Actually, there's a reason why I haven't...." You raised an eyebrow, your eyes following him as he sat next to you. "Go on." You said.

"I..." He looked down at his feet before looking up at you. "I've been talking to someone, a girl." You smiled. "Ooooo!!! ChimChim!!! Do you have a girlfriend?!" You asked. He watched your face as he replied. "Yes, kind of." You smack his arm. "Why didn't you tell me before?! When can I meet this mystery woman?"

He sighed and shrugged. "I'll bring her to our lunch table tomorrow. I gotta go, I want to get a run in before it gets dark." He smiled at you as he walked away. He turned and waved at you, then he ran off. "She better not be some skanky hoe. I'll beat a bitch up for my ChimChim." You said to yourself before you got up to walk home.

—

The next day, you were at school, making your way over to your locker. You opened it and started to put your things away. You felt someone approach you from your right. You slowly moved your locker door to reveal your other best friend, Kim Taehyung.

You smiled up at him, then gave him a big hug. "TaeTae!! Where have you been?! ChimChim and I were worried about you!" Taehyung smiled as he hugged you back. "I was sick for a couple days, I'm sorry for not telling you guys." Taehyung said. You waved him off. "It's fine! Kookie has been asking about you though."

A smirk grew on your face. "So has Min Yoongi." Taehyung turned red. "R-really?" He looked around frantically. You giggled at him. Taehyung had had a huge crush on Yoongi ever since the third grade. "Why don't you just talk to him and try to be friends?" You asked. He shook his head no. "I think I'd throw up if I talked to him and that would be disgusting." Taehyung said.

Just as fate would have it, Jimin walked over with Yoongi. Jimin stood next to Taehyung, with Yoongi standing on the other side of Jimin. "Hey guys!" Jimin said. Taehyung turned red and looked down at his feet. Yoongi watched him for a moment, before turning his attention to Jimin. "Yoongi is gonna sit with us at lunch today, okay?" Jimin asked.

You nodded. "What about your mystery woman?" You asked. Jimin smiled. "She'll be joining us as well." You nodded again then smiled at Jimin and Yoongi. "Well! We'll see you two at lunch!" You grabbed what you needed out of your locker, then grabbed Tae's arm. Rescuing him from embarrassing himself.

"Thank you." He mumbled. You smiled and nodded at him. "Wait!" Someone said behind you. You both stopped. Yoongi walked up to you. "We have the same class remember? Can I walk with you guys?" Yoongi asked. You looked at Taehyung who was again, the color of a tomato. "Umm... sure?" You shrugged looking at Taehyung.

"Oh, my god. I totally forgot something in my car!" Taehyung said before he ran off, not letting you say anything. "Does he hate me or something?" Yoongi asked. You almost pissed yourself from how hard you were laughing. Yoongi gave you a confused look. "I'm sorry." You stifled a laugh. "Let's just go to class." Yoongi said grumpily as he started to walk to class, you trailing behind him, still trying to collect yourself.

You sat through your classes until the bell for lunch rang. After grabbing your lunch, you made your way towards your lunch table. Jungkook and Hoseok were already sitting there. You jumped on Jungkook's lap and hugged him. "Hi!! I haven't seen you all day my little Kookie!" You said as you babied him.

Jungkook blushed and smiled shyly at you. Jungkook was two years younger then you and the rest of your friends. "H-hi Noona." You got up and ruffled Hoseok's hair. "Hey Y/N!" Hoseok beamed. "Hi my literal ray of sunshine! Have you told that girl you like her yet?" Hoseok blushed and shook his head. You whined a little and sat across from Jungkook.

"Hobi!!! You need to tell her!" You exclaimed. "I-I'm working on it." He half whispered, blushing even more. Taehyung slowly approached your table and sat next to you. "Hi Tae, you okay?" Kookie asked. Taehyung nodded. "Maybe he's not going to sit with us." Taehyung said. You sighed "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but..." You pointed towards Yoongi and Jimin who were walking over to you.

Taehyung tensed up. Hoseok and Jungkook noticed and turned in the direction you two were looking. They looked back at Taehyung and said "Ohhh." in unison. Taehyung turned even more red. You glared at Hoseok and Jungkook for embarrassing Taehyung further. They smiled and shrugged in unison. "You guys really need to stop hanging out so much." You said.

Jimin sat next to Hoseok and Yoongi sat next to Taehyung. You kind of felt sorry for your friend, but also excited. You couldn't wait to see what would happen between them. Would Taehyung speak to Yoongi? Would Yoongi acknowledge Taehyung? You had a million questions and scenarios cooking up in your head.

You snapped back to reality when you realized you were the only girl at the table. "ChimChim! Where is she, you hoe?" You asked. Jimin laughed at you before he turned his head when he heard someone shout; "Babe!"

Jimin stood up and hugged the girl, he was taller then her so you couldn't see her face until he pulled away. When he did, it revealed your sworn enemy since the second grade, Yi Enu. "Oh, hell no." You whispered, Taehyung was the only one to hear you. Why her?! You thought to yourself.

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badassbelowmaskofkind · 3 years ago

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Love is blind

Ch 2

"Have you noticed girls staring at you and fangirling?" Jungkook asked while class was going on he was assigned to sit beside Jungkook it was a good thing becasue was getting bored.

"Y-yea? Is there a problem with that?" he shuttered. He did'nt know what to think about girls.

"No hyung ist a good thing I think they think you're handsome as hell and they way you smile is cute" he said "lucky you girls are begging to sit beside you or be partners with you in class or anything really"

He did'nt know what to think about love...after all this was his first time in school he was homeschooled by his Eomma or by a tutor. He never actually experienced love or girls really. "Appa says that he wants me to get married quick. He's setting up blind dates and stuff" Jungkook said "is your appa like that too?" Taehyung sighed "My Appa left when I was 10" he said after awhile

"Oh. Im sorry hyung. Must have brought bad memories" Jungkook said

"do you know Y/N?" Taehyung asked changing the subject he did'nt want to talk about his appa it'd hurt too much.

"Yeah. She's Jimin's sister why?" Jungkook asked

"Nothing...she just sits beside me that all" He said. Her eyes were teary earlier... the more he thought about her the more he felt that she was depressed. Soon class was over and it was time for the next class. Soon enough it was time for lunch Jimin had led Taehyung to their table so that he could sit with them. Meanwhile Y/N was sitting alone then a girl came...

" B*tch!" She said "I saw you steal my purse!"

"I-I did'nt!" She said everyone's eyes were on them Taehyung was about to defend Y/N when Jimin stood up and went to where his sister was sitting

"Liar!" The girl said slapping her her friends simply laughed as Y/N was crying

"Dont touch my sister b*tch" Jimin said

"but Jimin she stole my purse!" the girl shouted

"She obviously doe'snt have it so get the hell out of here Soohyun or so help me I'll beat you and your little b*itchy friends" Jimin said Taehyung had never seem him so angry before

"Fine lets go girls" she said grabbing her tray from the table as she passed by Y/N she 'accsidentally' spilled her juice on Y/N she did'nt apologize because Jimin had went back to his friends

Soon the bell rang and Y/N ran off crying covered in juice Taehyung excused himself and followed Y/N and found her in the supply closet

"Y/N! You run fast" Taehyung said taking deep breaths

"I-im sorry" she said still crying

"Dont cry it was a nasty trick she pulled on you I'll help you clean it up" he said since it was class time and no one was around Taehyung helped her get to her locker while she changed to her extra uniform he washed her shoes in the boys washroom

"you should be fine" Taehyung said

"Thank you Taehyung" she said "you must be late because of me"

"Its okay you needed help." He said "I'll see you later" he said smiling before he left

"Kim Taehyung! You're 30 mins late!" Taehyung had ran as fast as he could to his class

"I'm sorry I got lost" he lied if the teacher knew he was with Y/N she might get in trouble it was fine if he was punished but no Y/N went through a lot already.

"you should have asked someone to help you!" the teacher continued to yell Taehyung felt bad. He never was yelled at at home "stand outside the class dont come in until I say so" the teacher said harshly

"next time I'll give you a beating if you're this late" she said with a tone that scared Taehyung then he remembered when Jungkook said about this teacher he said Mrs Jung was the most strict teacher in this school that explains it. He nodded "Im sorry it wont happen again." He said and went out of the classroom he never had punishments before Eomma was too sensitive about that.

meanwhile Y/N went to class and the teacher gave her a scolding but she let Y/N sit down

"B*tch you still have to give my purse back" Soohyun whisper-shouted "are you scared because your annoying brother is'nt here?

"I did'nt take your purse" Y/N said

"Oh so thats how you wanna play b****?" She spat then the bell rang signaling the end of class

"I'll make your life a living hell" she said while walking past her she started gossiping to her friends outside the classroom most probably about Y/N and she ran.

Taehyung was grabbed harshly by the wrist into the classroom "you should have learned your lesson by now dont be that late again" Mrs Jung said and Taehyung avoided eye contact with the teacher later after awhile Taehyung left the classroom rubbing his hand it hurt. He did'nt realize by just not replying to the teacher he would get another punishment his hand was red Jimin walked up to him "what happened to that?" He said looking at his hand

"I-its nothing" He said he did'nt want Jimin asking questions "was it Mrs. Jung aka b*tchy teacher who is Hoseok's mom" Jimin asked

"Yes..." he said he did'nt want to tell Jimin but the truth spilled out of his lips

"I was helping your sister clean herself up after that b**** poured juice on her" He said " I was at least 30 mins late and yeah..." he said

"thank you" Jimin said "thanks for helping my sister and that looked like it hurt"

"She was crying I had to" Taehyung replied remembering when his Eomma was crying. It was past midnight and she was crying beacause appa was getting married to another woman soon and that hurt was there something wrong with Eomma or was there something wrong with him?

"Taehyung? You're tearing up" Jimin said his voice in a worried tone "whats wrong?"

"oh. Its nothing just about family stuff" he said wiping his tears

"wanna hang with us?" Jimin said trying to cheer him up

"oppa! We have'nt seen you since that b*tchy teacher sent you out that was so unfair!" A girl said

"Oppa!" Another girl said soon they were crowding around Taehyung

Jimim grabbed Taehyung away from the girls they kept running until they passed the school gate

"thanks h-hyung" Taehyung said stopping to breathe

"no prob lets go to Jin's apartment we're hanging out there and I wont take no for an answer" He said and Taehyung nodded after texting his Eomma about it "lets go" Jimin said…

~**~

To be continued…

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rhodirachel · 7 years ago

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Fray | Chapter 8 | A BTS Fanfiction

Chapters

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| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 [END] |

Summary

What you thought was your life turned around by losing your job at a publishing company, another unexpected twist occurs as your life crosses into the fate of someone else- a boy by the name of Min Yoongi, a gang member.

Rating: M (for language only)

Words: 3662

Relationship: Min Yoongi (Suga/ Agust D) x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, gang details, violence

“The bell tolls

And suddenly

I can’t bring myself

To let you go

Anymore.”

The muggy strip club smelled of sweat, cigars, and testosterone; not unusual for a Friday night. I made my way through one of the private hallways, a curtain blocking the restricted section from any unwanted guests. By that, really any guest that didn’t pay the hefty fee first. I could practically smell the sweat off of the pigs as they got worked up because a girl wasn’t wearing a shirt in front of them simply to pay off her college tuition. Disgusting; but no matter. I make business off “disgusting”.

I made my way up to the bar, seating myself at one of the far ends of the room to avoid crowding. My bartender immediately dropped what he was doing, and made his way over to me in haste.

“Yes, sir? What would you like this evening?”

“Negroni, double.”

“Got it, sir.”

I nodded, watching him rush back to his station to fix me my drink as soon as possible. I looked around the room in the meantime, watching the men filing more and more into the club. The watch on my wrist said 11:30 PM, and a smirk of approval bestowed itself on my face as I once again watched the usual crowds make their way to the fronts of the stages, practically ogling at the dancers behind stoic faces. Some pulled out dollar bills, some catcalled the girls, as the dancers went on with their siren-like seductions. What to a man seemed like a smile, or a twinkling of the eye, was yet another game for money. A perverted sense of love to the core.

“Here’s your drink, as requested, sir.”

“Thank you, Bastion,” I said, handing him a tip. He smiled graciously as he took it, murmured a ‘thank you’, and went on attending to other customers.

I nursed the deep rose liquid, sloshing it around in my hand to let it soak up the orange slice inside. The mass crowds began to force the temperature to rise, and I could feel a cold sweat exude on my neck as I tried to cool myself down with the drink. I loosened the black bowtie that contrasted nicely with my velvet, midnight green suit jacket, and black suit pants, somewhat making everything more comfortable.

Suddenly, I heard a distant ring of a cell phone. I fished mine out of my suit jacket, noticing who it was that was calling me.

“Yes, Father?” I feigned enthusiasm as I spoke. Who the hell calls this late at night?

“Ah, Chan, I need you for a moment. Come to my office.”

“But, Father,” I fretted on the inside, however retaining that dutiful smile, “it’s so late, what could possibly not wait till tomorrow?-”

“Chan. Come to the office. I will not take no for an answer.”

I heard the click of the opposing line, ending the connection of the call. I let out a sigh of frustration, putting the cell phone back into my pocket as I shot the rest of my drink down in one gulp. Slamming it on the table, I dropped another bill on the table as I walked away.

“Bastion,” I commented on the way out, watching the newbie perk up from his station out of the corner of my eye. I tightened my bowtie and grabbed my Chesterfield coat off the wall rack. “You make a damn fine drink. I want you back in tomorrow.”

I could see his face brighten in astonishment. He quickly bowed and yelled a ‘thank you, sir!’ as I walked out of the strip club and into the rainy nightfall.

The rain beat tremendously onto the pavement as I made it to my car. The BMW shined vibrantly against the cold light of the city’s street lamps, and I quickly got into it as to not get too wet from the downpour. I started the ignition and began my travels down to the office. Fortunately, it was in the heart of the city; not too far away from the Jung-gu district.

I drummed the tips of my fingers on the steering wheel, anxious for what Father had to tell me. Why the hell couldn’t it just wait until tomorrow? I let out a frustrated sigh, further pressing my foot on the gas pedal. Knowing him, though, it wouldn’t have been without reasonable cause.

I made it quickly to his office, one of the larger towers in all of Seoul. It’s pristine look and contemporary design demanded attention from where it stood; a distinguished monument to the skyline of the city. A valet swiftly made his way to my car, bowing as I parked and got out.

As the valet seated himself in my car to park it, lines of employees waiting outside the front door to welcome me. One of the ladies opened the door for me as the others bowed out of respect.

“Greetings, Hae Chan II. It is a pleasant surprise to see you here.”

I shrugged off my coat, now covered well in rain. “It sure is, isn’t it?” I replied, straining a smile.

Apparently my eyes could not seem to mask the emotions I hid with my smile, as the lady suddenly looked down at the ground to avoid my gaze. I briskly walked into the building, ignoring the receptionist as she tried to sputter words before I got into the elevator.

I selected the highest floor as my destination, however frustrated as to why my Father had to have an office at the top of precisely twenty-six floors. I rolled my shoulders and let out deep breaths, attempting to calm myself as much as I could before I saw him.

Minutes later, the bell rang as the elevator doors slid open. I turned left and strode down the hallway to my father’s office, hoping that this would be a quick congregation.

I opened the door slowly, stepping inside as I asked into the room, “Father?”

“Ah, my dear boy. Come, sit down. Where did you come from? It took you longer than it usually would have to get here,” he said questioningly.

I saw Father sitting down in his large office chair, holding a drink in his hand as he looked out into the city nightlife. I tried to steady my breathing, sitting down into one of the cushioned chairs on the opposite side of his desk.

“I… came from Jung-gu.”

“Jung-gu?” he asked, eyes narrowing. “What on earth would you be doing there this late at night?”

“Just some errands for a friend,” I lied. He nodded his head, not saying another word on the matter.

It was time to put on the mask, I told myself. The façade. “What’s wrong, Father?” I asked, purposefully straining my voice. “What made the news so urgent?”

He sighed from the other end, taking a swift drink of what appeared to be a glass of bourbon. “There was an accident tonight.”

My brows furrowed and I sat back in my chair, crossing my legs in the process. “What sort of accident?”

“Well, apparently four of our men died today in a car crash while scoping the girl’s apartment.”

I sat up in my chair, my mouth left agape. “What do you mean?”

“What the hell else do you think I mean? They’re dead. They were chasing after someone who they saw scoping out the place. Some of our other men were on foot and weren’t in the accident, so they were able to report everything back to me.”

My tongue caught in my cheek, holding off a scoff of frustration. “So, what? You think that the ‘someone’ is the police?”

Father smirked, looking down at his drink. “Oh, I know it was the police.”

“How do you know it was the police?” I questioned, sitting further and further on the edge of the chair.

“It couldn’t have been anyone else,” Father said, grabbing a cigar from the cigar box and lighting it. “All the other surrounding gangs are in peacetime. Besides, the incentive wouldn’t be in their court, anyway. We have trade deals with Jongdae and Kyungsoo, as well as our friends Taeyong and the others in the northeastern prefects. By this point, we have over half of Seoul under our gang’s control. It wouldn’t benefit anyone.”

“Yeah, but you’re forgetting about anyone relating to (Y/N),” I replied, feeling accomplished that I now had the upper hand.

Or, at least I thought so. Immediately, Father laughed and brushed me off with his hand, acting as if I was a silly child. “Have you even looked into the background of this girl, Chan?” he said, slowly getting up out of his seat and walking over to mine.

I immediately turned nervous; that same, cold sweat making its way down the back of my neck. “No, sir,” I replied.

His voice began to rise little by little as he spoke, sitting on the edge of the desk to face me. “So, you did not know that she was an orphan, with no other relatives, and grew up in foster care for the remainder of her adolescence?”

“No, sir.”

“And so you did not know that your doubts against your Father were simply out of pure incompetence? Answer me!” he barked.

I cleared my throat, my shoulders stiffening at his words. “No, sir.”

Father let out a sigh of frustration, pushing his hair back with his left hand as he puffed on his cigar with the right. He relaxed his shoulders, making his way back to his office chair. “Besides, some of our guys are running the plates in the meantime. We’ll have absolute proof in the morning.”

“Do you think we could even go back again to see if they didn’t find any information on her?”

“No, it’s practically been compromised at this point. Besides, we have the information that Six got off her when they took her purse. That should suffice for now. We have her credit and debit cards, her license, a few other things. The license alone should be a portal of information, waiting to be used.”

He took one last sip of his drink before slamming it on the desk, the glass making a loud clamour against the dark mahogany.

“So what does this mean?” I question, a scoff leaving my lips. “That the police may have her? Is that why they were at her house?”

“They don’t have her,” Father stated, folding his arms as he crossed his legs from where he sat.

“I don’t understand,” I reveal, hands ruffling my hair in frustration. “How can you just be so sure?”

His eyebrow lifted quizzically, as if wondering how I couldn’t have understood something so simple. “Are you serious?”

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is that of course the police don’t fucking have (Y/N),” he said, grabbing the nearest bottle of bourbon and refilling his drink. “Bangtan does.”

I sat back in my chair once more as I let the puzzles all fit together suddenly, remembering Six’s story about someone running off with the girl. “That’s the gang that’s in Six’s territory we’ve been trying to track down.”

“Yes, and apparently the last person that was seen with (Y/N) ever since was Min Yoongi; one of the runaways of Six’s claim- and one of the members of Bangtan.”

“While you’ve been running your business of all the clubs up here in Yongsan-gu, bringing in the establishment’s revenue,” Father said as he sipped his drink, “Six has been fucking up big time in Dongjak-gu. His members have been trying to track down Bangtan, but it’s been fruitless this entire time. For years this has been a recurrence. Now, we have a fucking dumb girl in the picture who could rat us out. Not just CHAN, though. Bangtan, too. That’s why they still have her. There’s no way they could risk letting her go, otherwise she’d simply go to the police and we’d all get thrown under the bus. That’s why it’s imperative we take her out. Six has almost fucking ruined this cooperation I have sacrificed everything to build, and if we don’t plan carefully…” he paused, gazing down at the glass in his hand, “it still might fail. We’re going to need to take more members from the other territories and bring them into Dongjak-gu.”

“It will be done,” I said, getting up from my seat and bowing. “It is getting very late, Father. I think I will make my way home, now.”

I looked back up at him to see his gaze penetrating mine, a sour look on his face as he nodded. “Chan, while this conversation is now over- or at least until next time, I need to tell you something before you leave.”

I straightened my jacket as I stood upright from my bow. “Yes, sir?”

“I… I think I will postpone my retire.”

My heart stopped as I stood there in shock. Moments of silence passed before I could utter any words. “W-what?”

“You,” he swiveled his chair to the side as he waved me off, looking through the windows of the corner office, “I don’t think you’re ready to inherit the position just yet. I think there’s much growing to be had. I’ve given this much thought, and I’ve decided that I will proceed to be the president of CHAN until my death. Then will you succeed the position.”

My hands began to shake as I balled them into fists, forcing a smile onto my face. My eyes screamed animosity though; resentment blooming in my chest. “Father, Father- I’ve done everything you’ve ever asked me to do.”

“That is the point, Chan,” he stated flatly, disinterested in the conversation. “You’ve yet to grow, and you just turned, what, thirty-six this year? You don’t know… how to take action. That type of drive… that’s what’s needed for CHAN to thrive. A man; not a boy who follows everyone’s orders. Besides, son, I am already an elder. I believe you can be patient in the meantime, as you continue to grow.”

My teeth clenched, the muscles in my jaw tightening. Suddenly, everything I had been working towards since childhood had been crushed to bits. The tightening in my chest couldn’t help itself anymore as I yelled out against my Father.

“How could you do this to me?” I snapped, my shouts uncontrollable. “I’ve done everything for you! I gave up my entire life for you, and this is how you repay me!”

I could feel tears of rage well in my eyes. “God, my own Father! All I ever did was what would please you!”

I silenced myself, waiting for a reaction from the old man.

“Get out of here,” he spat, swirling the drink in his hands. “Maybe this encounter will shed light on the realities of the situation.”

Dumbfounded, I stormed out of his office without another word. The downpour from earlier still persisted as I received my car from the former valet service; the men and women bowing once again at the door as I left.

I pushed the pedal as far down as I could, tears streaming from my face in fits of anger. I couldn’t contain it anymore, and I began shouting and pounding on my steering wheel, virtually losing myself in the process. It wasn’t until I could hear the honking of a car and the sounds of rushing wind that I realized I was passing every red light there was, almost crashing into another car at that moment. I floored the brake, halting to a stop as my heart beat out of its chest. Everything spun around me; the only thing that was grounding me suddenly ripped away from my hold. The adrenaline that flooded through me from the fear of crashing, mixed with the sudden anxiety, forced panic onto me as I began to spout nonsense as if it were a recited mantra.

I shouted in fright as several cars honked behind me, before each one of them drove around me and back onto the road. My shoulders trembled as I clutched my heart, my teeth clenching as I begged my body to calm down. I needed to keep driving, I told myself, as I slowly pressed down on the pedal and began to move the car again. As my mind began to clear a bit more, I suddenly turned a corner on one of the intersections- driving away from my house. The night wasn’t over yet, unfortunately; there was someone I needed to speak to first.

As soon as I parked my car in the cul de sac, I rushed through the rain and banged on the door of the gang house. I tapped my foot with impatience as I could hear people from inside bickering on who was going to get the door.

“Jesus- just let me in already!” I barked, hitting the door.

The door swiftly opened as I could see some of Six’s gang members in the living room and kitchen, seeming to just be relaxing for the night. I stepped in and shrugged off my coat, hanging it on the nearest coat rack.

“Where’s Six?” I asked sternly, fixing the cuff links to my suit jacket in the process.

“Downstairs,” one of the members replied. I murmured a 'thanks' as I made my way down into the basement, opening the door to see Six with one of his members, drinking and talking.

Upon hearing the sound of someone else’s presence, Six turned around to see me looming closer to him, and his brows furrowed in suspicion.

“Two, what the hell are you doing here?”

I played the act, the last time I would for the night, as I replied with a smile, “Please, Six. Can’t a brother stop by to see how the other is doing?”

The other slowly got up from the couch, and he made his way over to me reluctantly. I pulled him into a hug, patting his back lightly.

“See, just some brotherly love-”

I punched him in the stomach as I finished my words, watching him hunch over in pain. I took the lower palm of my hand and smashed it against his jaw, blood spurting out of his mouth as he fell to the ground.

“Six!” the black hair boy shouted, rushing over to him in panic.

“Just get outta here, Mark,” Six sputtered, attempting to push him away.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Mark screamed, looking up at me. “My problem?” I replied through laughter, “It’s this piece of shit that’s the fucking problem!”

I kicked my brother’s stomach, watching him cry out in sudden pain.

“You’re fucking stunt with this dumbass girl has now brought death to our own fucking men! Your men! And here you are, drinking up a fucking storm and chit-chatting like it’s fucking nothing. You. Fucking. Brat!”

I repeatedly kicked him at ever punctuation, his wailing getting louder and louder each time. I could see him coughing up more and more blood, but I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at my own brother’s misery.

I picked up Six by the collar of his shirt, watching thick lines of crimson trickle down his jaw.

“I hope you’re happy with yourself and your filthy existence,” I tsked, “starting up all of this shit just because you wanted some from a girl. You’re pathetic.”

I spat in his face before punching him in the nose, Six practically losing any fight he could have possibly had in him at this point.

“You fucking asshole!” Mark yelled, standing up to push me away from Six.

“You know, kid, you’re pretty fucking annoying,” I said, pulling out a pistol. The boy’s tall frame suddenly froze as his eyes widened in fear, looking down at the barrel I had pointed at him.

All of us went silent as soon as I pulled my gun out; all three of us waiting for the next move of the room.

“You really, really do not want to mess with me right now,” I flatly stated.

“Mark, get out of here,” Six began to groan. “Get out!”

The tall boy listened to Six, quickly leaving the room to just the two of us.

Six’s body was crumpled on the ground like a bloody ragdoll, not daring to move a muscle in fear of the pain that might ensue. I knelt down to him, placing the barrel of the gun on top of his head as I whispered in his ear.

“You better get your shit together, Six,” I chuckled. “You better get it together really. Fucking. Quick.”

I got off of him and walked out of the room, shutting the basement door behind me. Once I had made it up the stairs, I noticed all the boys crowded in one group, staring at me. Like small children, frightened by a monster.

“Goodnight, boys,” I smirked, grabbing my coat and heading out the door. As I got in my car, I took solace in the silence that wafted throughout the space. Just one last person I needed to speak to. I pulled out my phone, dialing the number.

“Hello?”

“Three, I need your help.”

“Um, what kind of help?”

“I need you to get me someone who can provide me a service,” I said, picking at my fingernails.

“Two, you know I don’t do that. I do arms dealing.”

“Oh, I think this is quite relatable,” I chuckled. “Not just any service. I need a hitman.”

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svtskneecaps · 7 years ago

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Blink and You’ll Miss It - Part 10

Summary: Sanha’s been a curious shit her whole life. Jackson’s always told her she’s going to get herself killed at some point. She thought that was a bunch of bull, but he might’ve actually been right. She might be in way over her head on this one.

Featuring: A bunch of bull, a lot of cursing, merciless butchering of honorifics, and other things. Essentially, it’s a Comedy of Errors: Story Version.

Warnings: Cursing. Lots and lots of it.

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“And I thought one of you was annoying!” Sanha huffed as she kicked a Jackson away from her.

“Think it’s glamour?” Jinyoung had somehow ended up next to her in the chaos.

“No way!” Jaebum’s voice echoed from somewhere nearby. Seconds later he appeared, his ring glowing as he socked a clone in the jaw. “They’re too physical. Besides, we’ve got protection.”

A clone jumped on his back and dragged him away. Jinyoung immediately sprang to protect him and both of them vanished into the fray.

“At least we can hurt them.” Youngjae appeared from the ocean, slamming his elbow into a soft area with a grunt.

“Must be the spreading of the body.” Mark somehow threw a clone across the are and knocked away one who was diving at Yugyeom. “The spirit isn’t solely in one body so it’s partially not controlled by him?”

“Good theory,” the Jacksons chorused, sending shivers up Sanha’s spine. A Jackson slammed into Mark and knocked him to the floor, pulling him out of sight. “Too bad you were wrong.”

“That sounds fake, but okay,” BamBam quipped, using a phrase Sanha herself had used way too many times before. He picked up on that stuff fast, apparently.

“I never thought,” Sanha grunted as she twisted her opal ring to cut a Jackson’s jaw with the gemstone, “the you would be such a fan of cellular meiosis.”

“Funny how that works,” the clone in front of her said blankly before disappearing into dust. Another one copied itself next to her, and she quickly turned her attention away. No time to celebrate her victory.

“You don’t make a lot of sense.” She ducked beneath a cluster and slapped the lavender sprigs she carried onto the floor, creating a force which threw the clones back a couple yards. A few even dissipated upon impact. More took their place, but that couldn’t be helped.

“Why do you say that?” The Jacksons trailed her as she ran to get out of the mob.

“You say no holds barred,” she panted knocking a Jackson in the face with a brick and throwing it to the ground, gasping out a word in Latin which turned it into a barrier to those with mal intent, a small domestic trick she’d done many times before.

“No holds barred,” she continued, catching her breath as the Jacksons pounded on the barrier, watching it as cracks formed, oddly calm. “And yet, somehow you haven’t won yet. I’ve seen your power.”

He knocked the barrier down, and the wall neighboring it. A Jackson had her by the neck before she had time to react, dragging her over to a hole in the floor where she could see the chaos in the lobby below. “Does this look like losing?” he hissed into her ear.

It definitely didn’t look like winning, but she didn’t remark on it. Jaebum stood over a fallen Jinyoung, taking jabs at the Jacksons around him on occasion. He seemed to have also made a barrier around him, like she had, but the Jacksons hadn’t broken it yet. Jinyoung still fought, from the floor. Yugyeom and BamBam stood back to back, barely holding their own against the mob, and yet somehow they still were. She couldn’t see Mark, and was afraid of what that might mean, but Youngjae was still going strong, holding his own against the horde by standing on the receptionists desk and knocking them all down as though it was a game of King of the Rock.

“You’re holding back,” she spat, staring at the mess below. He increased the pressure on her throat, and she pulled at his arm with her fingers as her airway closed.

“I promise you I’m not,” he hissed into her ear. She went dead weight and slammed into the floor, her elbow landing in the clone’s gut and rendering him breathless.

“You’re holding back!” she shouted the words at him as she sprang to her feet. “You broke my barrier in ten seconds, but his is holding strong. You say your control is as strong as ever, so why haven’t you won?”

He glared at her and didn’t speak as he got back to his feet. The ruckus from below seemed far away, and her ears rang with alarm bells. “Would you prefer that I win?” he shouted. “That I crush you and take what was min?”

“I make it my business to know other people’s,” she said. “And that includes you. I want to know it all. I want to know what makes people wake up in the morning and why they do what they do.” He glared at her, scowling darker and darker as she continued with her hopeless questions, fully aware that she might just be dead now. “What’s your deal, man? Why can’t you just let go?”

“She was my daughter!”

Everything stopped.

“She was my daughter,” the spirit repeated in a broken voice, and as though his knees gave out he dropped to the floor. Time slowed to a thick syrupy crawl, and Jackson’s body slowed to a halt before it had even hit the floor. In its place was a young man, twenty something. Stout figure, dark hair, blue eyes. Completely broken.

“I was going to be there through everything.” He didn’t look away from her. “I felt my wife’s tummy and I told my little girl I would always help her, that I’d always protect her from everything.” He laughed wryly. “Who was I kidding? I couldn’t even make it to the hospital. One minute I’m on my way to see my baby girl, and the next I don’t have a body. I barely have a name.

“This boy, Jinyoung- he was her first real love. He broke my baby’s heart. I wasn’t about to stand for that; I made her a promise. She wanted revenge, and I was going to get it for her.”

“And instead you missed fifty years of her life?” Sanha asked softly.

“Spirits exist outside of time, if their body isn’t something they can return to. I’ve always known I could go back to her.”

“But now, you realize you’ve stolen fifty years from these kids too?” Sanha motioned towards the hole in the floor. “Their families think they’re dead. How devastating must that be, for their parents?”

Now he looked away. “It doesn’t excuse it; I know it doesn’t. I just- I made a promise. I got too into it and I ruined their lives.”

“You did take it a little too far,” she admitted. “next time a guy breaks your daughter’s heart, just do as she asks, okay? No need to go above and beyond; she’ll understand.”

“Your friend should be fine.” The spirit motioned towards Jackson, still frozen in midair. “As should the ones downstairs. I’m sorry for all of the trouble.”

“Hey, I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

“I’ll post a formal letter.” He sounded dead serious, but a little flicker gave away the joke. “And do a little to help them get resettled. It’s. . . the least I can do.”

“Good that. And hey, good on you for accepting that you did wrong and taking steps to fix it.” She smiled.

“Thank you, for listening. And for being so kind. Although,” he added, “your friend is completely right, that’s probably going to get you killed someday. If you were my daughter, I wouldn’t want you taking those sorts of risks for anybody, whether they turned out nice or not.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

He snorted. “I’m sure you will.”

“Is this goodbye, then?”

“God, I certainly hope so.”

Time sped back up so abruptly she wasn’t prepared. Jackson slammed into the floor and almost crashed right through it. It was instinct and pure luck that kept him on that floor. He sprang up, looking around wildly. “Spirit- where’d he-” He didn’t finish either thought, pouncing on Sanha. “Your eyes aren’t blue, he’s not in you?”

“If he was do you think you’d know? Are you expecting him to tell you?” she teased.

“You’re completely right, possibly possessed Sanha. Prove to me you’re not the other guy!”

She drew herself up with a haughty expression. “Oui, c’est moi, le spirit dickbag. Comment est-ce que tu sais?” (Yes, it’s me, the spirit dickbag. How did you know?)

He didn’t bother with a vocal response, immediately pulling her into the fiercest hug he’d ever given her. “Although I’m vous, not tu. I’m still older.

“That’s not how France works.” She buried her face in his shoulder. “God, I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.”

**All that’s left is an epilogue! See you there~

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descendantshh2 · 7 years ago

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First Time? Maybe Not - Carlos x Reader

Requested: Carlos de vil imagine where she's studying in his dorm with his tourney jersey on and it turns into a make out session?

A/N thanks @septiphanchan the request. I haven't wrote a Carlos on before so I'm pretty nervous but excited. I Hope you enjoy (:

"Now class" spoke FairyGod Mother, "study hard finals are just a few days away and in order for you to pass this class you must pass with a 70% or above." You groaned along with the rest of the class. Carlos laughed at your response.

If your going to be honest you were a really good student but for some reason you freaked out whenever you took test. It was like an utter feeling to tank them. Carlos on the other hand passed every test like a pro. He was really smart for being a villain.

Well not that it matter if he was villain you were madly in love with him.

It was funny how you two met. It turns out Dude was trying to escape bath time that he ran into your dorm. So when you found him you also found a frantic Carlos trying to find his dog. You offered to help and from then on you guys turned into good friends. Until he asked you to Cotillion and guys kissed that night. You've been dating Carlos for about 7 months now and he made you the luckiest girl in the world.

"You know Y/N if you need a study partner I'll be happy to help you" smiled Carlos. You sighed, "Carlos even if I try I won't pass it."

The bell rang as you got up and got your things. "Good luck to you all students." FairyGod Mother smiled as she watched her students depart.

You waited for Carlos and you two walked hand in hand. "Look I really wanna help you study but with that attitude we won't get anywhere." He laughed. "think positive come on we all know your a really smart girl."

You looks and smiled. "Thanks means a lot." You kissed his cheek. "Are u ready for the game today? I mean you, Jay, and Ben have been practicing really hard." Carlos took a deep breath, "Yea I'm ready and this is the biggest one yet."

You can tell he was nervous. I mean you would be too. Since the schools tourney was the best in the whole district they moved up a division which only meant Carlos and the boys had to work harder.

"Let me tell you something," Carlos faced you reaching for a key in his pocket and handing it. You looked at him confused, "This is the key to your room?"

"Yea you can come over later. I just gotta go grab my calculator from Chad and drop off Dude at obedience school. Plus my game started at 9 and we can study a little." Carlos said.

"But what about Jay won't he be in there so why do I need a key he'll just let me in." You asked still confused staring at the key. Carlos laughed, "Jay has a date with Lonnie before the game so he'll be out which is why I'm giving you the key to let yourself in."

You smiled and nodded, "Okay sounds good."

You reached your dorm. "I'll see you in thirty minutes okay." You bit your lip and nodded at Carlos's response. He kissed you goodbye. "I love you" you smiled "I love you too." He responded with one more kiss and took off.

You entered your dorm as you see Mal and Evie you smiled at them. "Hey guys." Mal looks up from her spell book and Evie looked up from sowing a dress. "Hey Y/N" they both said in sync and laughed when they realized they said it at the same time.

You, Mal, and Evie where best friends along with Lonnie. You guys shared all sorts of secrets. Some about Ben, Doug, Carlos, and even Lonnie shared some about Jay.

You set Carlos's dorm key down along side yours too on by your lamp post along with your study books and placed your backpack on the bed going to your wardrobe to make a quick change.

"When did you get a second dorm key?" Mal spoke looking at the key you placed down. "Oh it's Carlos's key he wanted me to stop by so we can study while Jay is out with Lonnie." You responded casually trying to pick out a comfortable but cute outfit.

"Woah woah woah" smirk Evie, "are you and Carlos going to, you know, do it?" You turned around almost immediately with wide eyes. "No no no me and Carlos haven't even talked about it yet." You stood there shaking your head at Evie.

To be honest you and Carlos have gotten pretty close but you just weren't ready. Each time you'd back out, sweet Carlos would always understand making you feel safe and telling you that he can wait for you for as long as you needed.

"Common Y/N we're your best friends you can tell us," Mal said leading you to sit next to her on the bed. You sighed, "I'm not ready I want it to be prefect and guys we're really just studying." You said truthful.

"Y/N you know there is no 'Perfect Timing' things like that aren't plan especially if it's in the moment." You looked up at Evie and raised a brow. "How would you know?"

Evie laughed, "no me and Doug haven't but Lonnie told me about her time with Jay and it wasn't planned." Mal nodded, "she's right"

You looked over at Mal. "Please don't tell me you and Ben have?" You asked looking at your friend. Mal laughs nervously.

"Wait you and beasty boy...OH MY GOSH MAL WHEN?! WHERE!! AND BEN THE SWEET INNOCENT BEN!" Mal covered your mouth with her hand.

"Y/N keep your voice down I don't need all of Auradon knowing." Evie laughed, "Ben's not so innocent now is he." You and Mal laughed at Evie's joke.

"What do I do if it happens? I'm just scared. What if after all this Carlos doesn't love me." You frowned staring down at the floor. "Y/N, sweetie, Carlos is head over heels for you trust me he's gonna love you either way weather you guys do it or not?" Mal comfort you rubbed your back.

"Come on we can pick an outfit together." Evie said pulling you on your feet.

Evie was a miracle worker. In literally 5 mins she had the idea of tying your white oversize polo shirt into a crop top and come shorts to match it. "Evie I love it thank you." You hugged her. "I gotta go bye guy." You quickly grabbed your books, bag, and the keys. "Remember use protection." Laughed Mal as you walked out the door red in the face when you heard, “If you don’t big sister Mal has a spell for that!” You shook your head. One of the many reasons why you just loved Evie.

You reached Carlos's dorm as you use the key to unlock it. You stepped in and shut the door. The room was pretty empty besides their beds and belongings. You walked over to Carlos's bed and picked up the note he left you:

'Just gonna take Dude to obedience school be back baby. I love you. xo Carlos.'

You smiled as you see his tourney uniform laying on the bed. You neatly fold it to the side and begin to study in your own.

5, 10, 20 minutes passed and you became agitated with studying. Carlos still wasn't back as you turned over to the clock. 7:30pm. He still has penalty time before the game. You decided to take a break and walk around the room to stretch.

You turned your head to Carlos's tourney shirt. You picked it up and smiled '101' it read. You had a brilliant idea. You were feeling very mischievous as you began to strip down leaving yourself in just your undergarments. You slipped on his jersey as it reached mid thigh. You started at yourself in the mirror as you gave yourself a twirl letting your hair fall.

You sat back on the bed when you heard the door nob turn. You looked up and as expected Carlos was walking in. "Sorry I'm so late Du-" Carlos's jaw dropped once he saw your clothes on the floor and the sight of you half naked with only his tourney jersey on. His stood there in awe as he slowly approached you.

He gulped staring at your body. "I was bored I've been studying for ages." You frowned cutely at him on purpose. He chuckled "you look beautiful....wow" he was truly speechless as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Since you have a big game I just wanted to surprise you. Your the best boyfriend ever and I love you" you said kissing his neck. Carlos groans in response as he grabs your thighs lifting you up. He sits down on the bed as you straddle him. He feels up your body and coughs nervously. "You know I love you too but what about studying babe?"

"I need a break." You say sweetly. Carlos's nods and pulls you into a deep passionate kiss. His hands all over your body as you deepen the kiss. It turns heated pretty quickly as you tug on Carlos's shirt signaling you need it off. He breaks the kiss and takes it off in one swift move.

You stare at his toned chest feeling his abs. "Like what you see." He winks at you and u playful shove his shoulder, "shut up and kiss me." You guys reconnect lips this time getting more heated.

You tug on Carlos's pants unzipping them. "I'm ready.” you breathed out. Carlos nodded attempting to remove his tourney shirt from your body. You both were too caught up in the moment barley speaking.

"Hey Carlos do u wanna double da- WOAH CARLOS IM SORRY DUDE!!" Jay screamed cutting the moment when him and Lonnie walked through the door covering her eyes in the processes.

You screamed and fell off of Carlos lap landing on the other side of the bed hiding. "Dude don't you knock!!" Carlos yelled getting up zipping his pants and putting in his shirt.

"I'm sorry I didn't know u were gonna have Y/N over!!" Jay now laughing covering his eyes.

"What's going on?" Lonnie asked now taking Jay’s hands outta her face to scan the room. You popped your head up and smiled nervously at her, "Hi Lonnie" you chuckled nervously.

"Oh my gosh were you guys gonna- we're so sorry we were just wondering if u wanted to go on a double date with us but never mind." Lonnie walked out laughing.

"I'll leave you two alone." Jay gave Carlos a thumbs up as Jay as Carlos rolled his eyes throwing a pillow his way.

Luckily Jay dogged it by closing the door. "Wow that was embarrassing." You face palmed in to your hands.

Carlos sat down next to you on the floor pulling you into his arms kissing your forehead. "Hey at least it's not as bad as when me and Jay walked in on Mal and Ben." You looked at Carlos and the two of you busted out laughed.

Even in the most embarrassing situations you can always count of Carlos to make you laugh.

A/N Hope you guys love. It was getting pretty heated there *wink wink* lol. Don’t forget to leave a request. xoxo (:

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imaginekpoplikethis · 7 years ago

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Mixing It Up - Troublemaker! Min Yoongi X Reader - Part 4

Oh my gosh an actual update

Okay so my idiotic self thought that when college started again, I’d be able to keep up with my work and stories. How wrong I was. I’ve mentioned many times that I’ll attempt to resume my original pace but I don’t know if that will be possible. I’m hoping within the next week or two I can but because final exams are this year it may be unlikely. I’ll just have to stop wasting time on useless stuff and spend said time on writing. Please bare with me.

Preview Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 - Here Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 - Final

During lunch, you spent your time glaring holes into Yoongi's head. He noticed five minutes in and returned your glare yet that didn't stop you from deepening your scowl. You should have known he wouldn't care about your reputation and school records being ruined. He's Min Yoongi, notorious for being a troublemaker.

You felt fingers pry your now squashed water bottle from your grip and only then did you come to your senses.

"Hey, you don't actually know if Yoongi was responsible. He never admitted it." Suhyun placed the bottle beside her before directing her expectant gaze at you.

"And he never denied it either. It makes sense that he would be the cause of this mess. All he's done since I've met him is harass me."

She took a moment to think about the previous weeks before she nodded her head in agreement.

“Fair enough... but you know what they say. When someone teases you, it usually means they like you.”

She was greeted with a scoff.

“I’m pretty sure I said ‘harass’ not ‘tease’.”

“Same thing for Min Yoongi.”

At this point Mi-Rae decided to join your table, settling beside Suhyun. She gave you both a small smile as a greeting and proceeded to chew on her food.

“Hey Mi-Rae. Haven’t seen you around in a while.” It was true. Mi-Rae seemed to disappear often recently leaving you with no clue as to where she was.

“Oh, really? Well I’ve just been about.” You paid no mind to her vague answer and stood from your seat.

“I hate to say this since you just got here but I need to go. If I start cleaning the class now, I won’t have to spend so long after school.” Both girls nodded in understanding and you took that as your cue to tidy up your lunch, heading straight for your classroom after.

Ten minutes later, you were scrubbing at the teachers desk, hoping to remove at least a little bit of the black marker left on it. You had to admit that some of the comments left on the desks were quite amusing. The typical ‘he likes her’ was one you came across more times than you would have expected.

Your thoughts drifted back to that morning. To do this much damage the culprit would have had to have arrived early in the morning. It wasn’t something that could be done in a mere hour. You suspected maybe two and a half to three hours were spent on this mess.

“What kind of sad life does Yoongi have to be spending this much time drawing on desks?” As you mentioned his name, your scrubbing became more aggressive as you absentmindedly read the sentence.

“‘It was Min Yoongi... he’s a pyromaniac?’” You stared blankly at the writing, not able to process what it had said. It was only when the lunch bell rang and students began to file into the class where you realized what they had been implying. You quickly moved to cover the writing, although it was probably useless as everyone had already read a majority of the writing that morning.

That didn’t stop you from quickening your cleaning and you wiped with such ferocity that the only remains were a faint pen mark.

So the culprit was not Yoongi.

You felt the weight on your chest lighten a bit with that thought.

Still... who would call him a pyromaniac? You had no doubt in your mind they were trying to make a link between Yoongi and the school fire.

Although you too had initially believed he had something to do with it, the time you had spent getting to know him and how he worked made you have second thoughts on the real culprit.

Even if Yoongi was a pyromaniac, there was no evidence yet to suggest he was behind it and you hoped it stayed that way.

Being lost in your thoughts, you were only pulled out of them when your class’ teacher entered the room. Greeting your teacher, you took your seat, letting your thoughts wander again.

Apologising to Yoongi was a given. You had unnecessarily flipped out at him and he had just taken it, surprisingly. You half expected him to drop kick you or something but he just seemed offended that you of all people would accuse him.

Maybe you were getting through to him more than you thought.

That same day you had decided to visit the bubble tea café by yourself. Suhyun offered to go with you but you simply denied her offer, explaining you needed time to think about how to approach your dilemma. You were quite stubborn so you found it hard to face it head on. You could practically feel the embarrassment that was sure to come with your apology. You had acted out of order.

Sipping on your usual drink, you blankly stared out of the front window. Within the next few moments, Yoongi appeared in front of you, shooting you an apathetic look. Almost choking on your drink, you shot up off your seat and all but sprinted out of the shop after him. He seemed to hear you coming as he spun around, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you hot but bitchy Y/N or cute detective?”

A smile almost spread across your lips, keyword almost. That didn’t stop the faint pink from dusting your cheeks, however.

“Neither, just me although I’m not that great...” You muttered the last part to yourself though Yoongi caught it.

“Well, you’re not as loud as Tae so that’s an automatic plus.” A chuckle escaped you before you turned serious, intent on getting back on Yoongi’s good side.

“Listen, I’m sorry for accusing you earlier on. That was so uncalled for.”

He just smirked at your words and shifted his weight back onto the balls of his feet.

“Wow. Screaming at me, sending me evil looks and then apologising all in under twenty four hours? That’s got to be a new record. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you couldn’t live with me hating your guts or something.”

You wanted to punch his smirk right off his face but you refrained from doing so. Maybe later. Yes, you didn’t just swallow your pride for nothing.

“Hellooo? Earth to Y/N? Do my words have that much of an effect on you?”

You shook your head, ridding it of the somewhat violent thoughts you were having.

“Something like that. But there is one more thing I need to ask you. I don’t know if it’s too personal but... do you by chance have an obsession with fire?”

A look of shock flashed on his face for a millisecond before his smirk returned.

“In other words ‘Are you a pyromaniac?’ That’s what you’re asking, right?”

A blunt nod was his reply.

“I personally don’t think so. I guess that’s what everyone labels me since I always carry fireworks and shit.”

Well that was somewhat unexpected.

“Fireworks?”

He didn’t reply but turned on his heel and set back on his way.

“I’ll explain that another time... see you later.”

You successfully delivered your apology albeit you were left a little confused. You ultimately decided it wasn’t something you should dwell on.

“At least that’s over and done with.”

You too set on your way home, all the while smiling to yourself over your success. You took a detour into a stationary shop as you realised you were running low on school supplies and selected your usual pens. Taking them towards the counter, you realised that Mi-Rae was before you, paying for her items.

“Hey, Mi-Rae. Running low too?” You gestured to the pack of markers the cashier was placing into a plastic bag along with notebooks and sticky notes. Your sudden appearance caused her to jump slightly before turning towards you and smiling kindly.

“Ah, yeah. I seem to find myself here often.” You nodded in understanding as she picked up her purchase and bid you a farewell.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Waving her off, you too paid for your items, thoughts drifting back to your deal with the principal.

It wasn’t Yoongi so that’s one suspect down. Lord knows how many to go.

The days seemed to fly by and before you knew it it had already been a month since the deal. You had long since cleaned the markings left inside the class though it had taken you more than a week. Whoever was the culprit didn’t think to give you any mercy as they went as far as scribbling inside lockers. You didn’t know what you were going to do once you found them but it definitely involved hurting them as much as they hurt you.

Your back, legs and arms were all sore from the constant switch in posture.

You hadn’t gotten any closer to finding the culprit with the month that went by and you were beginning to give up until you heard the latest gossip from none other than Suhyun.

“Guess what!? They know what cause the fire in their school.” You almost grabbed her by the collar, eager to know what had been the catalyst to the unexpected occurrence. That and you wanted to reassure yourself that it had nothing to do with Yoongi.

“Apparently, it was fireworks or something.” As if in cue, the speakers around the school boomed to life, the principals voice flowing out of them.

“Can Min Yoongi please make his way to my office. This is an urgent matter.”

Eyes widening, your head whipped around to watch Yoongi shove his hands into his pockets and stalk out of the lunch hall, a scowl present on his face. His friends all shared confused looks between each other and Jimin stood from the table, trailing after him.

“Wait-“ The hushed whispers that erupted from the students around you cut you off and you found yourself gritting your teeth in exasperation.

“I heard it was him...”

“It would make sense since he’s a pyromaniac.”

“What!? He’s a pyromaniac?”

“What’s that?”

“Are you stupid? It’s someone who is constantly setting fire for some kind of sick pleasure or relief.”

“Woah that’s scary! We’ve been attending school with a criminal!”

He hadn’t even been proven to be the cause of the fire and students were already labelling him a criminal. You wanted nothing more than to punch the obnoxious girl who screamed the last sentence but instead opted for slamming your hands down onto the table, gathering everyone’s attention. The hall grew relatively silent except from the few whispers bouncing around and your glare grew darker.

“Y-Y/N? Just ignore it and sit down.” Suhyuns panicked whisper did nothing to calm you down and instead you moved from your table, raising your voice so you could be heard by the majority of students.

“Ah, I hate ignorant comments! It’s sad that you have to feed off creating rumours like this. Criminal? Cut it out with that kind of bullshit, you just sound like an air headed idiot.”

With that, you stormed out of the hall, the silence following you.

You just hoped that wasn’t all in vain and Yoongi really wasn’t a criminal.

Yoongi never returned to class. You were sent on an errand to said boys class and you couldn’t help but scope the class for him but to no avail. He was nowhere to be seen.

When school finally ended, you caught up with Jimin on his way out of school.

“Jimin! Er... what happened with Yoongi?” A crestfallen expression fell on his face and he sighed.

“They say they caught him on tape with fireworks right before the fire started...”

Your heart dropped at this.

“So that means...”

“I guess it means he’s going to get in a heck of a lot of trouble but I don’t get it... that day he said he was called into a classroom by someone. The same class the fire started. Sure, he had fireworks on him but they were meant for when we hung out later on.”

“You don’t think he done it?”

Jimin’s immediate response was a shake of his head, orange hair bouncing with the movement.

“I believe he didn’t. Sure, he’s not the best student but setting a class on fire is too much, even for him. If it was his fireworks maybe he didn’t mean it? Do you believe he did it?”

You didn’t need to ponder over his question. Your answer came straight away.

“Nope. Not in a million years. I don’t know Yoongi that well but he’s not as bad as everyone makes him out to be. Although I did think he was before I met him...”

Either Jimin didn’t hear you mutter your last sentence or he chose to ignore it because he didn’t reply.

“Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow Jimin. I’ll... I’ll try and figure out a way to get Yoongi out of this. I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’m kind of playing detective now.”

“Yoongi mentioned something about that a few weeks ago. But thank you for your help and concern. We appreciate it, especially Yoongi.”

You shot him a sympathetic smile before leaving the school gates.

So basically, once again, someone innocent was being blamed for something they didn’t do. It just so happened to be Yoongi this time and not you.

You were definitely going to help as much as you can. It was the least you could do since your apology did not seem sincere enough to you.

Jimin watched the retreating form of Y/N, smiling slightly at her worry.

“Gosh Yoongi... you’re lucky to have her care about you that much.”

“I am aren’t I?”

Yoongi’s arm wrapped around Jimin’s shoulders making said boy jump before he placed a hand over his racing heart.

“Hey! Don’t do that! Are you trying to make my heart stop?!”

“You’re just a scaredy cat. Even Taehyung doesn’t react that way.”

He pouted in slight annoyance whilst Yoongi took a few steps forward.

“She may even care too much. I might hurt her...”

He stood in silence before motioning towards the schools entrance.

“You coming?”

Yoongi began on his way again as Jimin nodded his head, jogging to catch up with his fast pace.

You’re incapable of hurting her Yoongi. Not everything you come to love will break so easily.

Jimin kept his thoughts to himself.

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