#because my mother forgot my black socks somewhere and she keeps insisting on wearing black

[vaniliens]

Im wearing makeshift socks and boots they hurt like a bitch I wanna leeeaaaaveeee

[vctor-niliforv]

Thin Socks and Thinner Walls

“Ah! I almost forgot,” and Viktor came swooping back into the main room, just as Yuuri was making to stand. “I don’t really want to kiss your feet, no offense to you, so this will have to do,” and he was talking too quickly, his accent was back and it was heavy now, and Yuuri was really confused by the comment about kissing his feet, and suddenly Viktor was kissing his forehead.

Viktor was kissing his forehead.

alternatively titled ‘viktors kinda a dick sometimes but hes harmless’.

Yuuri hid his gasp of pain behind the cuff of his turtleneck sweater, as he pulled off his skates as delicately as he could. His feet were read and swollen, and tiny cuts and scrapes were scattered across the skin. He was used to the bruises and blisters left behind after a long day of practice at the rink, of course, but he never bled this much. Cursing quietly as he found the source of the problem (his too thin socks that he had grabbed by mistake in his haste to get to the rink on time this morning), Yuuri quickly pushed his skates aside and eased his feet into his black trainers carefully.

Yuuri glanced around and thanked his lucky stars that Viktor had run to the bathroom. He didn’t want his coach (idol? friend?) to see how bent out of shape he was after a simple day of training.

He would just have to make it back to the inn without limping too much, and then he could quickly wrap his feet, and they’d be healed by the morning. Hopefully.

Yuuri could already feel anxiety churning in his stomach and rolled his eyes. Of course he was going to get all worked up over nothing; it was just some shallow cuts on his feet, nothing new. Which he knew, of course, but it’s not like his anxiety ever listened to reason.

When Viktor returned from the bathroom, they headed to the front of the rink, waving to Takeshi on their way out. The jog home consisted of Yuuri hiding the searing pain in his feet as Viktor rode on his bicycle a few paces ahead, calling over his shoulder occasionally for Yuuri to keep up, which was most definitely helping Yuuri’s sour mood.

Luckily, by the time they reached the inn, Yuuri’s feet were numb and he couldn’t even feel the friction on his open cuts as he trudged past Viktor, who was tucking away and chaining up his (stupid) bicycle, and into the inn. He was immediately hit with the smell of his mother’s cooking and instantly felt all thoughts of the pain in his feet leave his mind.

Yuuri shucked his shoes at the genkan and went straight to the kitchen to see what his mother was making for dinner, not even bothering to put his slippers on. He distantly heard Viktor fumbling behind him, as he wiggled out of his shoes and then stepped up onto the higher ledge that led into the main room (Yuuri remembered quite clearly the first time he told Viktor that he wasn’t really supposed to step on the lower floor of the genkan in his socked feet before stepping onto the main floor, and the ensuing display of Viktor’s lack of balance off the ice as he nearly fell on his butt in his attempts to follow Yuuri’s directions) (Yuuri also remembers failing at hiding his laughter at this spectacle and Viktor’s subsequent pouting mouth and blushing cheeks).

When Yuuri emerged from the kitchen after greeting his mother and helping her prepare his and Viktor’s meals, he noticed his coach sitting alone at one of the low tables in the empty main room, scrolling through some app on his phone and petting his dog. After Viktor had been barred from entering the kitchen on multiple occasions to help out with dinner (because Hiroko insisted that he was a guest despite his long-term stay at the inn), he usually just sat and waited for Yuuri to eat dinner with him.

It struck Yuuri how lonely the man looked, slumped over the table with a tired look on his face and staring boredly at his phone all alone in the large main room with just the company of Makkachin, and Yuuri wondered not for the first time, what Viktor’s life in St. Petersburg must have been like.

Yuuri made his presence known by stepping loudly into the room and saw Viktor’s face light up when he saw Yuuri. But it was probably because he was holding a tray of food and that the other man was hungry, Yuuri told himself, already fighting off a blush. He went to sit next to Viktor, knowing he meant no harm, which he knew quite certainly at this point. Viktor wouldn’t hurt a fly- literally. Yuuri had watched him shrink away in terror from a mere fruit fly that had gotten trapped in the kitchen just last week and remembered (albeit secretly) the time the Russian man had chosen to sleep in the main room of the inn on a zabuton instead of his large bed simply because there had been a small spider on his wall.

Viktor thanked Yuuri for the wonderful food, and Yuuri redirected the compliment to his mother, who deserved the praise since she had cooked the food. Viktor called his thanks to Hiroko in accented Japanese as she passed them on her way to the back of the inn to help Toshiya close up for the night.

Yuuri and Viktor ate in companionable silence for awhile, sitting on the same side of the table and facing the muted television, which was playing a rerun of some soccer game. Yuuri shifted slightly, taking as much weight off of his bruised feet as he could, as the numbness faded away and the pain slowly came back. He would probably have to wait to shower until the morning when his feet were healed, and lamented to himself over the fact that he’d have to go to sleep feeling dirty and covered in dried sweat.

“Yuuri, you’re hurt!”

Viktor’s exclamation broke Yuuri out of his thoughts and he looked up in surprise to see his coach staring at his uncovered feet. Yuuri glanced down and cringed as he saw that is too-thin socks were soaked through with blood. The jog home must have done a lot more damage than he thought, and Yuuri had been too preoccupied with shoveling as much food into his mouth as possible to realize he wasn’t wearing any slippers and his bloody foot was mere inches from Viktor’s knee.

Yuuri jumped and drew his legs close to his chest, hiding his feet in the cuffs of his sweatpants.

“Um- I. Yeah, I put on the wrong socks this morning and my skates chafed my feet a bit too much, I guess,” Yuuri said honestly, looking anywhere but at his coach. “I’m fine, though, I’ll wrap them lat-”

“Let me,” Viktor interrupted, already standing up and making his way to the cabinet with the gauze and bandages (he knew where it was from the time Yuuri had to wrap up his elbow after a nasty fall on the ice).

“What- no! It’s fine- you don’t have to, Viktor. I was going to after dinner,” Yuuri said as he attempted to stand as well, but his feet got caught in his sweatpants, and suddenly there was a warm hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” Viktor said softly from somewhere above Yuuri, and the hand on his shoulder became heavier for a moment as Viktor used him as leverage to drop down and sit beside him again, facing him now. “I’m your coach, and your friend, Yuuri, and I want to take care of you. Will you let me?”

And he was genuinely asking for his permission to wrap his feet- to touch him, Yuuri realized as he stared at the man in front of him. Viktor’s eyebrows were raised and he was holding up the gauze like some offering to go along with his question. Yuuri’s expression softened, and he nodded, shifting so that he was also facing Viktor and pulling up the cuffs of his pants to expose his feet.

Viktor quickly went to work, gently peeling off the thin socks, wincing whenever Yuuri winced from the pain and apologizing profusely.

“I’m going to get a towel and warm water to clean away the blood, ok? I’ll be right back,” Viktor said and was gone before Yuuri could even respond.

He came back as quickly as he had left, with a small bowl of water and a damp rag from the kitchen.

“This might sting,” Viktor warned before delicately pressing the rag to Yuuri’s left foot.

And sting it did. Yuuri hissed as the warm water and rough texture of the rag met the open cuts on his foot. Viktor’s thumb rubbed soothing circles into his ankle from where he was gingerly holding Yuuri’s foot in place with his free hand.

Viktor continued, slowly and carefully washing Yuuri’s feet until all the dried blood was gone and Yuuri’s feet were left a bit redder than before, but certainly much cleaner.

Yuuri watched as Viktor quickly unwound a long strip of gauze before wrapping it expertly around Yuuri’s foot, from toe to ankle.

When Viktor moved to his other foot, Yuuri moved his gaze to study his coach’s face. Viktor looked focused and determined, a small line between his brows that Yuuri had noticed only showed up when Viktor was worried (he’d seen it a few weeks ago when he had fallen and cut open his elbow, and that one time Makkachin had gotten a bit too excited about her walk and ran into a wall, and whenever Viktor came face-to-face with any insect).

Without thinking, Yuuri reached out and poked the line with his thumb, rubbing softly until it went away. At that point, Viktor was looking at him, his eyes wide and his lips parted.

“Oh,” Yuuri gasped, and pulled his hand away, brought it to his mouth instead and bit at his fingernails- nervous habit. He watched Viktor’s eyes follow the movement, before he chuckled and smiled gently, and Yuuri noticed with a jump in his stomach that the tips of Viktor’s ears were pink.

“All done!” Viktor exclaimed a moment later, with a final pat to Yuuri’s knee before he gathered his supplies and stood to put them back where he found them.

“Thank you, Viktor,” Yuuri said once the other man was in front of him again, his expression open with a soft smile curving across his lips.

“Of course, Yuuri,” Viktor said, returning his smile. “Do you feel any better?”

“Yes, much better,” Yuuri said honestly. His feet still stung a bit from the warm water, but when he shuffled them on the floor in between himself and Viktor, there was no immediate pain. He wiggled his toes and watched the bandages around the top of his feet move. He supposed for the rest of the night and into the next morning, he would have the feet of a mummy, and scrunched his nose up at that thought.

When he looked back up, Yuuri noticed that Viktor was looking at him contemplatively, and he felt his cheeks flush slightly at the attention. The crease was back between Viktor’s eyebrows.

“Yuuri,” Viktor said softly, and Yuuri tensed at how serious he sounded.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Yuuri blinked back at Viktor for a few seconds and then blew out a breath and drew his legs back up to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. “I just- I didn’t want you to think��” he trailed off and sighed again, dropping his legs to cross them in front of himself before shrugging.

“I didn’t want you to see how beat up I was after just a simple day of practice,” Yuuri said all in one breath, his eyes trained on the bandages wrapped around his feet. He was too tired to make something up, and the tone of Viktor’s voice compelled him to be honest.

“Yuuri,” this time Viktor’s voice was full of disappointment and Yuuri couldn’t blame him, he had made quite a fool of himself.

Viktor let out a sigh of his own and shifted to mirror how Yuuri was sitting, their knees only inches apart.

“Yuuri, look at me.”

At Viktor’s request, Yuuri looked up and shocked at how close and how intense Viktor’s blue eyes were. He looked determined again, but slightly less worried. After a beat, his gaze softened and a soft smile curved across his lips.

“Do you remember what I told you last week, at the beach?” he asked.

Yuuri blinked and took a moment to think. “That the sound of the seagulls reminds you of St. Petersburg?”

Viktor laughed a little too loud at that, rousing Makkachin, who was napping under the table with her head on Viktor’s thigh. She whined and moved to sit behind Yuuri instead.

“No, not that,” Viktor said, still chuckling. “I meant… when I said that you weren’t weak. You aren’t weak, Yuuri,” and Viktor had that intense look in his eyes again, determined and focused, like he wanted Yuuri to understand and believe him.

“And we were talking more about emotional strength at the time, sure, but you are not weak physically either, Yuuri. You were in pain today after a long day of practice and the wrong socks- for a skater, that’s a big deal,” here Viktor gestured to Yuuri’s bloodied socks lying on the ground beside him.

Yuuri just stared at Viktor with wide eyes, nodding slightly in understanding. He had told himself as much on the way home, trying to calm his nerves and stop his thoughts from spiraling dangerously into self degradation, though it hardly ever worked. But hearing these assurances come from someone else made the shame and embarrassment that had been curling in his gut for the past few hours lessen slightly.

Viktor sighed and scratched at the back of his neck before continuing, his voice even softer than before.

“What I’m trying to say is… I want you to know that your well being will always be more important to me than a full day of practice. You don’t ever have to prove anything to me, Yuuri, I already know that you’re an incredible skater- I’ve known that since the very first time I saw you skate.”

Viktor was smiling his dazzling smile, but Yuuri could see that it was completely genuine and that made it so much more effective. His cheeks were quite red by now, from Viktor’s words and the soft look in his eyes.

“So, the next time you’re in pain, tell me?” Viktor asked, a note of pleading in his voice. “I would never dream of holding judgement against you for it. Do you believe me?”

And he sounded so hopeful, so sincere and of course Yuuri believed him.

“Yes, I do,” he said, his voice shaky but certain. “Thank you, Viktor, really it means a lot.”

Viktor was quiet for a beat, looking as if he was trying to understand what Yuuri had said, almost like he was confused. But the moment passed, and he smiled again, the corners of his eyes crinkling and the little dimple in his left cheek making an appearance. It was Yuuri’s favorite smile.

“No need to thank me,” Viktor said and before Yuuri could protest, he stood up and gathered their empty dishes. “Now, I’ll clean up and you should get to bed, rest up for tomorrow. We’ll do weight training in the morning to give your feet a break and see how you feel in the afternoon. And wear thick socks!” Viktor called from the kitchen, in what Yuuri had deemed his coach voice (it sounded rather ridiculous: for some reason, there was always less of an accent; or perhaps it was just a different accent, Yuuri couldn’t really tell, but it reminded him of how British radio announcers talked).

“Ah! I almost forgot,” and Viktor came swooping back into the main room, just as Yuuri was making to stand. “I don’t really want to kiss your feet, no offense to you, so this will have to do,” and he was talking too quickly, his accent was back and it was heavy now, and Yuuri was really confused by the comment about kissing his feet, and suddenly Viktor was kissing his forehead.

Viktor was kissing his forehead.

“To help you feel better,” Viktor said simply, as if that answered any of Yuuri’s questions or calmed his racing heart. Viktor’s ears were pink again, which Yuuri thought he’d really like to see more often.

Yuuri stared up at Viktor for what felt like an eternity, before he finally stood up. He could feel the blush burning on his cheeks, but he didn’t care much, nor did he care about the goofy smile spreading across his face. He nodded in acknowledgement of Viktor’s well-wishing.

“Well, um…” Viktor started, then paused, his ears pinker and fighting off a smile himself as he rubbed the back of his neck. He cleared his throat before continuing. “Good night, Yuuri. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said cheerily.

“Good night, Viktor,” Yuuri said quietly, still smiling softly.

Viktor nodded and then made his way out of the main room, turning once he reached the threshold to smile over his shoulder once more before he was gone.

Yuuri exhaled loudly into the silence he was left in, rubbing his hands over his face. He shook himself slightly and quickly walked to his room, pausing only to turn the lights off and call Makkachin after him.

As Yuuri lay in bed, thinking of Viktor’s pink ears and soft lips and his dazzling smile, he couldn’t help but smile widely into his pillow like some high schooler thinking of their first crush.

See you tomorrow, Viktor had said, and Yuuri truly couldn’t wait- his hatred of weight training be damned.

[bluebird722]

Meet the Parents...or Lady and the Tramp, The Wolf of Wall Street, and Jerry Maguire

For Jashiweek Part 3: Wardrobe Wednesday

Summary: Dinner with the boyfriend’s parents is never easy, but it helps to have a few tricks up your sleeve and save dessert for last, even if it includes a broken dress, his mother playing a trick on you, and trying to stir a night of passion. 

Rating: T for, eh-hem, “seduction”

“‘You have one new message…first unheard message.” ‘Hey, Ashi, my love, this is a reminder call that my parents have reserved dinner for us at their restaurant. We should meet them at five-thirty, so make sure you’re ready by five. Love you!’ BEEP! ‘End of message.’”

As soon as she set down her phone, Ashi kicked off her pumps and ran upstairs to get ready. Dinner at five-thirty, when was the last time she ate that early? She and Jack—her wonderful boyfriend—usually ate late at night, around nine when almost everyone else was asleep in the world. His parents, on the other hand, must be early eaters.

Ashi hurried through a quick shower and didn’t even bother to wrap a towel around her hair; she just wrapped one around herself and threw open her closet doors. To her delight, it still smelled of him because of that hoodie she “borrowed” from him to put in her closet and wear in her sleep. She never had a signature scent, but at least he did for when she missed his company.

“Let’s see,” she said as she rummaged through her dresses. “I want to give his parents a good impression of me…what is cute but not skimpy…”

She had too many dresses for an ESL teacher—day dresses, work dresses, date-night dresses, theater dresses—but none seemed to work for dinner at a Japanese restaurant. The lavender was too short, the pink showed off too much shoulder, and the navy had a hip-high slit after she accidentally ripped it but didn’t have time to fix. Ashi decided to put on makeup while she chose a dress in the back of her mind.

The doorbell rang just after she rolled on mascara. She set down the tube and ran down the stairs to peek through the peephole. To her surprise, it was Jack, smiling and blushing. “Hey,” she said as she opened the door, one arm around her towel, “what are you doing here so early?”

He came in with a shopping bag. “Thought I’d come in, save time and get ready here before we leave.” He looked at her state of dress and paused. “Well, you look ready. Didn’t know a towel could pass off as a sexy dress.”

“Don’t you dare,” she grunted. “I’m trying to get your parents to like me.”

He locked the door behind him and kissed the side of her neck. “I’m sure they’d like you even if you did show up in that.”

Ashi swallowed, but he just laughed, lifted her in his arms, and carried her into her room. “Need any help?” he asked as he lovingly lowered her onto her bed.

Grinning and holding the chest of her towel, Ashi looked at the clock, which read 4:53. “Well, what are you wearing?” she asked him.

He opened the shopping bag and pulled out a white shirt and black pants. She repeated the colors to herself as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

She hurriedly put on black boyshorts and tried to think of what would be appropriate. It had to be a long-sleeved button down, right? She pushed her dresses aside until she found her slinky black dress with thin straps. It exposed too much back and had a V-neckline that plunged to the end of her sternum, but she could wear a cardigan over it at dinner.

“You ready?” he asked.

“I am,” she said as she slid on matching earrings and a pearl necklace. When she stepped out, however, she saw he was wearing a white polo and black jeans. Too, too normal. And she looked like she was going to an awards ceremony.

His eyes ran down her body, taking in how her hips and frame looked so slim and so sexy under the black cloth. “You look beautiful,” he said.

Her chest flushed. “You think so?” she asked.

“I know so. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have said it.”

Her cheeks turned red. “So would you say I looked beautiful even if I wore a garbage can?”

He chuckled and put his hands on her waist. “Of course you would, but I wouldn’t think that would be appropriate to wear when you meet my parents.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “But I’d still be beautiful?”

His hands moved up her sides and past her chest. “No matter what you’re wearing,” he said as he leaned forward for a kiss.

She responded and smoothed her fingers over his chest under the collar of his polo. Touching the skin of his chest always turned him on. His fingers lingered over her straps and gently lowered them off her shoulders so he had more access to her collarbone. As he kissed down her throat, he slid his hands under her straps, which suddenly felt loose. They looked down and saw that the straps had detached from the back of the dress.

“Uh oh,” he said worriedly.

Ashi’s eyes widen. “Oh boy,” she sighed, though with a slight laugh. “Let me find a new one—”

“Wait, wait,” he interrupted. “Let me see if I can—”

“I think I have safety pins somewhere.” She hurried to her dresser and opened her sock drawer. Years ago, she discovered that safety pins were a great tool to avoid losing socks in the washer. Who’s to say they couldn’t work enclosing dress straps together, as long as they were added right? She unpinned a pair of black socks and tossed them onto her bed when his hands reached for her chest and grabbed the straps.

“Let me try this Jerry Maguire style,” he said as his fingers tie the straps into a knot at the back of her neck. When he was done, he kissed below the knot and spun her around. “See for yourself.”

Ashi peeked at herself in the mirror and lightly smiled. “You’re beautiful no matter what you wear,” he reminded her. Then he kissed her cheek. “Come on, my parents can’t wait forever!”

She turned off the light and grabbed her purse, but it was only as she buckled herself into his car that she realized she forgot a cardigan. Oh, boy. What if his mother disliked her because she showed off too much the first time they met? She wrapped her arms around herself and stared out the window, wondering what kind of mess she got herself into. 

The restaurant was actually warmer than she thought, though she still felt like her dress exposed too much skin, especially when compared to him and his parents. They wore sweaters, and his mother even wore black pantyhose under a knee-length skirt. Ashi reminded herself that she wouldn’t feel as uncomfortable if only she had remembered a cardigan and used it to hide the broken straps. To keep her mind off her worries, she answered their questions about teaching English and teaching in English to Japanese children.  

While the parents made their own soups and selected their own vegetables, Jack and Ashi agreed to split a plate of yakisoba, which was tastier than Ashi realized. As soon as she and Jack finished the first plate, they requested another. Jack’s parents laughed but insisted they pay for it.

“Mom, Dad, please let me—”

“Nonsense,” his mother said. “Are you trying to impress her or something, acting like a gentleman?”

Ashi giggled. Jack rolled his eyes but shook his head. “I’m not doing it to impress anyone,” he said while his hand lovingly stroked up and down her bare back. It made her shiver. “I’m just being polite and kind.”

“So you are trying to show off?” his father asked.

While the waiter came back and offered the young couple a dessert list—it was a habit of Jack’s to look at dessert options before he finished dinner—his father noticed his own wife quietly reaching for the yakisoba and moving the noodles around with her chopsticks.

“What are you doing?” he whispered in her ear, but she smirked and pressed her finger to her lips.

“Thank you,” Ashi said to the waiter, who walked to the small band playing Japanese songs, and began to discuss with Jack possible dessert options. Just then, the shamisen player began to play one of the calmest songs Ashi ever heard. She smiled at the musician. “What’s this song called?” she asked.

“I forget,” Jack’s mother said. “But I used to play it for Jack when he was a baby and had a hard time falling asleep.”

“Aw,” Ashi cooed as she and Jack picked up their chopsticks and picked up noodles—wait, as Jack’s father saw, the same noodle. He struggled to keep his mouth in a small smile, for they were still looking at him and his wife.

“The easiest thing to do,” his wife said, “is to close your eyes and imagine yourself in a peaceful setting, whether it’s in the park on a slow day, beside a body of water, or even the beach. Take time to smell around you, hear the birds, and feel the warm sun.”

Ashi’s eyes lightly closed as she pictured herself practicing yoga beside a waterfall, as her mother used to do while she tried to follow along. She smiled as her lips sucked the noodle into her mouth.

Unfortunately, Jack’s eyes closed, too. He saw himself and Ashi sleeping in, either in his or her room, having tea in bed, watching TV, and snuggling. They didn’t even have to take off their clothes or have sex; it was being intimate without being intimate. His smile broaden as well.

His mother covered her mouth to keep from giggling, and his father held his breath as they sucked more on the same noodle, drawing closer and closer—

Lady and the Tramp-style, he thought with a smirk as two sets of lips touched. Both sets of eyes opened and widen, looking shocked.

Jack’s mother’s smile took over her whole face. The two were slow to separate and split the noodle in half. And the look she gave him forced his father to smile and wonder what that meant for them tonight...

The kissing intensified outside her front door, Ashi’s hands gripping Jacks’ shoulders, his fingers seizing the flesh of her waist. “Did you have fun?” he whispered as he kissed her ear.

“A great time,” she said against his oh-so-sexy lips. “I love your parents.”

“They really like you,” he said. “Especially if my mom did that to us—”

Ashi laughed but wouldn’t admit that what his mother did caused quite a stir in her belly. She wanted to tackle Jack to the floor and kiss him right there on the carpet. And it was clear that, if her mother liked her enough to do that, this was certainly the man for her (and if they went on and got married, she wouldn’t worry about having a monster-in-law).

“So Jack,” she whispered, “want to come in, wash down that mouthwatering dessert with fresh tea?”

“Sounds great,” he said between kisses, “but I can’t stay long.”

Ashi pouted. “Well, I need some help getting out the knot of this dear dress and—” she smirked when she thought of the way he “fixed” her dress and the trick his mother played on them “—I wanted you to try this new Japanese tea I had the other day.”

“Sure, let’s try it,” he said. He followed her inside, and she escorted him to the couch.

“Now, let me follow the instructions,” she said even though all she really needed to do was microwave the water, “and I’ll get out of this dress. Untie me?”

She lifted her hair from the back of her neck. His fingers against her skin made her shiver while he worked to untie the knot. When he was done, he kissed the base of her neck and caressed down her spine.

“I’ll be back,” she whispered, and she hurried upstairs to change.

He leaned back and sighed. That meal was delicious, and he had never felt so full in his life. Still, he couldn’t believe his father when he told him that it was his mother who played that trick on him and Ashi with their food. At least it told him that she liked Ashi enough to want them to kiss at dinner despite her disgust for public affection at the dinner table.

Before they left, when Ashi made a quick trip to the bathroom, his mother seized his arms and nodded her head until her hair untwisted itself from her bun. “I love her, I love her!” she hissed. “Marry her, for crying out loud! Please marry her!”

She never spoke of any of his past girlfriends like that.

He didn’t even hear approaching footsteps, but he did feel fingers at the back of her neck, and he turned his head and saw his favorite woman wearing the sexiest nightgown he had ever seen. It had a built-in sleep bra, but it left her stomach visible under the sheer fabric, and it had a matching set of underwear.

She smirked at him, in part because she wanted to seduce him and because she felt embarrassed that she was taking too much out of that scene from The Wolf of Wall Street. At least she decided to wear lingerie and not come to him naked. “Like it?” To gain a response, she gave him a sexy Lauren Bacall look with her chin tucked to her chest.

Jack’s hands slid under the sides of the nightgown to run up her curvy waist, his head leaned forward to kiss her exposed stomach and circle his tongue around her navel, and his arms pulled her over the couch armrest and onto his lap. He pressed his lips to her stomach in a harder kiss and rocked his hips. 

She gripped his shoulders in ecstasy and moaned. “Make love to me, Jack.”

[bts-whore]

You’re Beautiful [1]

Authour’s Note: So um, this scenario is just a bit of... what I went through. This scenario is gonna be a series, but it will be from a relate-able point of view with the reader. A lot of this info is personal, but I feel like I need to put myself in this. It’s not gonna be legit all me, but... it’s something I needed to vent off what I have been through till now. So if you take the time to read this series, I thank you! Other than that, please support anyone with hardships in their lives, I would love feedback to. Thank you!

“No matter who you are, no matter what you do, I believe that being there for the people you love... it’s one of the most blissful feelings you could ever have. The feeling of being a good person, the feeling of... being wanted for a reason. I believe... I found that from meeting you.”

Pairing: Hoseok (J-Hope) X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Warning: Mentions of Depression, Suicide, Body Image Issues, Smut, and lots of Fluff that could make you squeal

Word Count: 2.5K

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Taking out the trash, I looked up from where I stood, my eyes staring at the light grey clouds that glowed ever so brightly in the sky. I could smell the fresh winter blow through, making my skin grow with goosebumps from the chilly air. Winter was so wonderful, but sometimes it was just like painful ice cubes or flakes stabbing the skin like a jellyfish’s stingers. Well, it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle, being from Florida and moving around was nothing, so the winter air was just a mere tickle. My hands moved the trash into the trash bin, eyes wavering a bit and soon closing them.

I moved to Korea not long ago, feeling it best to just get away from what has been on my mind for so long. I needed this chance, even if my parents were against the idea of moving to a foreign country, I reassured them that I would be fine. This chance to take classes in college, the chance to relieve myself from the people who only made me miserable, I needed the time to get away. It was a silly thing, yes, but when you are on the brink of relapsing, wouldn’t you leave to go somewhere far to get your shit together? No? I would, I want to leave the place that made me hate who I was. That’s why Korea was the first spot. A university that I could attend was great and I started tomorrow. It was going to be nice. At least, I hope it will.

“Ah, shit. I need to get dinner.” I said, looking at my phone and quickly running up the steps to my apartment, my hand opening the door knob and pushing it open. I took a deep breath, already exhausted and sigh. This body of mine… it was not the greatest of bods you would find in the world and on women, but it was what I lived with. I carried baby fat I never managed to burn off because I was so focused on eating and making myself into a lazy bum. I weighed almost 175 Lbs. Doctor told me I was too overweight for my age and body height. Call that something, huh? I hadn’t exercised in a long time, and even if I did, I lose the motivation to. Well, it was nothing I couldn’t handle. At least, not anymore.

Grabbing the house keys and my wallet with whatever amount of cash I had /won/, I walked out the apartment, locking the door and taking a deep breath, my eyes looking to the sky as I walked down the stairs of the building. It looked like it was going to snow soon, and it was gonna be a rough snowy day especially. I hadn’t recalled the last time I saw the snow. I must have been eleven or twelve when I did, but I do remember spending those winter days with my grandpa, two months before his death came in Ohio. When the news of his death fell from my father’s lips, I remember the tears he spilled and the tears I felt fall. I never saw my father cry before, but I knew I would never forget it… even my mother. Even though I have seen her cry many times before, she always remained strong and I always loved them, even if they made me who I was today. Do believe me, I love my parents, but I couldn’t handle the expectations they have thrown onto me. It was all… too much.

I stepped on the sidewalk, pulling my scarf up as the wind got a little heavy and I just sigh, my long, brown hair whipping around as the wound blew, making me pull my beanie up on my head from my pocket. I wore winter boots that were a bit fuzzy, my socks fuzzy as well, but I wore leggings and a sweater with a coat that reached below my thighs. Though, it wasn’t enough to keep me warm. I didn’t think Korea’s weather was like this at times. It was so cold and I wished I had brung more clothes with me from home. Maybe mom was right about being sure to do your research. The thought made me homesick, but I push the thought down. My eyes look up in front of me as I came to the city limits in Seoul, hoping I will find a food stand around the area, and right on cue, I did.

The food stand contained noodles called Myeon, a North Korean dish of cold buckwheat or sweet potato noodles with cucumber, radish, beef and a boiled egg in an icy broth, or keep warm and satisfied with sujebi /hand torn noodles in a clam and vegetable broth/ and bites of raw green chilli. It was perfect, and with that, I asked for the keep warm dish and had sweet potato noodles. It was good to keep warm in the winter, so with that, I paid thirteen won, thanking them in my rusty Korean, and then setting off, fixing my glasses and I sighed a bit, closing my eyes. What time was it anyway?

10:00 PM.

“Ahh… I gotta sleep soon. Damn it. This is gonna be a pain..” I said with an exasperated sigh, pulling my food close and before I even knew it, I slammed into someone’s chest, grunting and soon dropping my dish I ordered, the food splattering all over the concrete floor as I held my nose, whimpering, my eyes looking up.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t see where I was going sir!” I said, my Korean super rusty as I had just learned it in under a few months before coming to Korea. The man in front of me wore a beanie, sunglasses on the birch of his nose, a sick mask, like the ones you see doctors wear, on his face and I blink. His fashion style seemed much recent, so this guy couldn’t be like… over his forties. He wore Vans that were pretty recent, his jeans tight against his legs, showing off his muscles a bit and there were a few holes here and there. Though, he was wearing a black leather jacket, he even wore a collared shirt with a scarf under it. Something rang in my ear, telling me he was in his twenties at least, that much I got.

“Um… sir, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you.” I said with a nervous smile, his silence making me antsy and uneasy under his stare. My hands went up a bit in defense when he pulled his mask down, his thin lips in full view, and what I didn’t expect to hear was his voice, milky, deep, and so sweet in it’s light hearted tone.

“I am sorry, is your nose alright? You didn’t hit it that hard right?” He asked and pulled the mask and sunglasses off, reaching to touch my nose for any swelling, bleeding, or a sign that it was broken. His hands were so warm against my cold cheeks, making me flush. He had handsome features, like the little dumps above the side of his lips, his caramel brown eyes looking at my nose and pulled back a bit.

“I am fine! Don’t worry. I’m okay.” I said with a soft smile, but then I noticed his gaze fall to the floor… my Myeon. Oh no, he isn’t gonna do what I think he is gonna do, right?

“I am so sorry about your dinner! Here, let me buy you another one.” The stranger said.

Bingo… This was a hassle enough, now he was wanting to pay for my food and help me get a new one? I didn’t think that he would go that far, but I couldn’t let him pay for my dinner, hell, we just met too! This was not gonna go well.

“No, no! You don’t have to! I can get a new one.” I said.

“No, no. I insist, it’s the least I can do for bumping into a pretty lady like you.” He said.

Wait. Did he just… Did a handsome guy like him call me “pretty?” What was this dream? I had to be dreaming. Yeah, that’s it, It is all a dream. I will pinch myself, and wake up. Yup, starting now. I reached my my right hand to my left arm, pinching it hard and soon wincing. Okay, this wasn’t a dream… this is reality. Oh, fuck. This can’t be happening. This will be news to tell one of my friends that were still in the U.S.A.

“I… um, I guess. But I am gonna pay you back!” I said, forcing the guy to chuckle, making me flustered and embarrassed, “D-Don’t laugh! I mean it! I am gonna pay you back.” I retort.

“Okay, I believe you. But, I have a better idea.” The stranger said, “You can pay me back by having coffee with me maybe?” He asked and smiles a bit.

“J-Just coffee?” I asked, the question popping up… Did he just basically ask me out? No, no! (Y/N) don’t start assuming things, maybe he just wants to be friends, that has to be it. Anyways, I reluctantly nodded a bit at his question, only receiving a beaming smile in response from him.

“Great! Here, let me get you another bowl, my treat!” The stranger said and ran to the food stand, looking back at the food on the floor and he ordered the exact one i had bought. What was this guy thinking? I didn’t think he would be willing to help me out, but he seemed determined to do so. I sighed and sat down on the bench, soon seeing his feet beside mine and he I look up to see him holding a fresh bowl of Myeon.

“Thank you, but you really didn’t have to pay for it, I still have cash for it.” I said and the stranger shook his head.

“No, I was clumsy, I should have looked at where I was going, it was the least I can do for an apology. Besides, I don’t mind helping out others when they need something.” He said, his voice tinged with a bit of confidence a bit of care.

“Right… Well, I should um get home. I have to get to class in the morning at the University, early riser ya know?” I said.

“Of course! Can I walk you home? Oh, I forgot, my name is Jung Hoseok, and may I ask your’s?”

“(Y/N) (L/N). Nice to meet you… Hoseok.” I said, his name ringing a few bells and I tilt my head. Jung Hoseok. I have heard that name before. Well, now is not the time to dwell in the thoughts. “Well, I should be going, I guess I will um… see you tomorrow for coffee? What time and place?” I asked.

“Ah, well, I will pick you up from the University or your place. Here, have my number.” He said, handing me a small paper with his number on it, making me feel a bit giddy inside at how this has escalated, but the possibility of having a friend, FINALLY, after what? Five days of living here? I finally, probably, got a friend. “Do you mind if I ask where you live? I can walk you, unless you’re close by, then I can just go on ahead.” Hoseok said with a sweet smile.

“Oh! I just live around the block. I live in the Seoul Dorms. The apartment with the big blue sign.” I said with a small smile, my eyes looking into his gently.

“Well, what a coincidence, me and my friends live there as well. What luck would I have for having a beautiful girl living next door to the dorm I live in~?” Hoseok asked with a cheeky, but cocky grin. I felt the urge to just laugh a bit, but I did wonder, I did hope I lived next door to him. He was cute, calm, collected, confident, and even polite, unlike most guys so far that I’ve seen.

“Well, we will just have to see.” I said with a smile.

“We will see, indeed. Shall we?” He asked and I chuckled, walking and talking with him along the way.

Hoseok was a sweet guy. He enjoyed dancing, singing, food, and he even seemed to enjoy music more than anything. Have I ever seen him before? I couldn’t remember, it has been a long time since I last saw a guy like him, and the name was on the tip of my tongue, but I could register it because it was muddled with so many memories I didn’t want to remember. Regardless, I don’t think it mattered, but it seemed to bug me more and more as I thought.

The walk to the apartment was rather short lived as we finally arrived in front of it. I sigh a bit, making sure Hoseok’s number was saved into my phone, and when I saw it was, I smiled softly to myself. Glancing over to Hoseok, we walked up the stairs and we soon parted.

“So you do live next door, huh?” Hoseok’s words broke through and I looked, seeing him about to unlock the door to his apartment, holding the key in his hand, mine in my own hand and I chuckle in response.

“Seems to be so. Well, i will um.. Text you tomorrow? I will let you know when class is over.” I said, soon opening my door and stopping, “Um.. have a good night.” I said with a sweet smile, his eyes seemingly wide at that and I walk inside. I took a deep breath and pull my glasses off as I closed the door. Home and now I am not hungry. I placed the dinner in the refrigerator and pulled a water bottle out, soon pulling off my jacket and hanging it on the coat rack.

My eyes landed on my bed and I fell in it, holding the water bottle gently and placing it down, letting it sit up and I sigh. Today was… rather weird. First I relapse a bit on memories, then I go to get dinner, I bump into a stranger named Jung Hoseok, and now I am asked to a sort of “date” with him tomorrow after classes at the University. Today has been so hectic and yet… I could feel my stomach flip butterflies at the thought of making a new friend.

I closed my eyes, feeling exhaustion, but when I heard my phone vibrate, I grabbed the electronic and clicked the lock button, seeing a text from Hoseok, my eyes reading the message.

Good night, I can’t wait for tomorrow!! Get a lot of rest and be prepared for class, I will be waiting for ya! - 10:23 PM

What a dork… I chuckle a bit and soon close my eyes, exhaustion taking me over and I sigh a bit, my breathing evened out, then everything went to black, and I was now in dreamland.