#but they better be sending me the b&w cover i prefer that shot

[poppunkzain]

VMan alternate cover

[seguinshands]

A Fine Line

Pairing: Tyler Seguin x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, depression, isolation, self-depreciation, panic attack

Word Count: 1946

Summary: The reader is in a downhill skid. Tyler wants to help. They have to meet in the middle if the reader is going to get better.

Reader’s POV

It had been three days since Tyler left. The house always seemed empty without him, wrong. Lacking its usual spark of energy. My stomach rumbled loudly, causing me to sigh. It would eventually coax me to leave the king-sized bed, but for now, it felt too safe, and the rest of the house felt like too much. After losing the will to let the dogs out daily, I poured them a truly impressive amount of food, opened the back door, and left it that way. Calling Dex over to care for them would only result in Tyler realizing what was going on, and then he would jump to conclusions.

Explaining that no, it didn’t always happen when he left and no, I’m not depressed because he’s not there and no, I’m not purposefully not eating it’s just happening… it all seemed to be too much, and I pulled the covers around myself tighter. Safety.

I was so caught up in my own fear that I jumped about three feet in the air when something nudged my calf. A glance down revealed Gerry, looking up at me with huge, sad eyes. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I reached to scratch behind his ears, a rare smile coming to my face as he made a content sound and closed his eyes, leaning into my hand.

However, the sense of alarm came swooping back as a pounding sounded from the front door.

Who is it? I wanted to call, but the words died in my throat as paranoia coursed through my veins. Gerry barked, making me jolt again, and ran from the room before I could stop him. Now shaking, I hid completely under the covers, hugging myself tightly and just wishing that I could be anywhere but here, anywhere safe.

The front door opened, slamming against the wall. I nearly screamed at the fright, blood pounding in my ears. Oh, God. Oh, God.

Clasping a hand over my mouth, I listened intently. “Hey, sexy? Where you at?” A familiar voice boomed, followed by the closing of the front door. I suddenly felt silly, obscured by the heavy covers like a two year old. But I couldn’t calm the shaking in my hands or my breath, so I stayed there, trying desperately to get a hold of myself.

After a few minutes, his voice came back, stronger, urgent, and holding a horrified undertone. “Baby? Baby, talk to me! Where are you? Oh my God…” His feet pounded up the stairs, and I could tell by the sound they made that he hadn’t taken off his shoes. The tone filled me with more fear, and I knew that all chances I had of calming down were just destroyed.

The bedroom door banged open so fiercely that I screamed slightly, flinching almost violently. Tyler was sitting beside me quickly, hands landing on my shoulders. The sudden contact after so long without it made me leap from the bed, nearly tripping as the blanket tangled itself stubbornly around my legs.To my dismay, Tyler followed, quickly sweeping me into his arms and crushing me into his chest. “Oh, Jesus Christ, I thought that something had happened to you. The back door was wide open, and the dogs were going insane, and-” I pressed my eyes closed. “You’re shaking. What’s wrong? Talk to me.” He pulled back, no doubt taking in my appearance.

I can’t say that I probably looked particularly good. I hadn’t eaten since he left, nor had I showered, or done anything else, honestly. “Babe, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like shit.”

Scoffing, I shoved away from him. “Ty, I-” To my horror, my voice came out watery and, upon blinking, I realized that I had began to cry.

Tyler instantly reeled back. “Woah, woah, hey, what’s wrong?” The strain of panic in his voice was unmistakable. One of the first things he ever told me was that he sucked so bad at comforting crying girls. At least he was honest.

Sensing the shaking getting worse, I stumbled back, just needing something to anchor me, and the desk was right there, and-

My knees gave out, sending me crumpling to the ground. The air was rasping in and out of my lungs, and deep down I knew that I was having a panic attack, and a bad one at that.

“Hey, no.” Tyler rushed over, hauling me into his arms and holding me close as I hiccupped over my panicky breaths. Although he was warm, and familiar, and a rock to hold onto in this flood, I knew that it would take a lot more to calm me down. My breathing was getting worse, panic spreading through me like wildfire. “Breathe!” Tyler urged, moving across the space quickly, but I couldn’t tell where he was going. My vision was starting to go in and out. I wasn’t getting enough oxygen, my brain supplied uselessly.

Suddenly, I was startled awake by cold water. Gasping, I shot up, sputtering as it got in my mouth and trying to make sense of what happened.

I sat there as it all came crashing back to me and dread filled me. Tyler was sitting on the sink, head in his hands, watching me with dull eyes.

Trying to come up with something to say, I stood, shivering as I turned off the shower. “You w-weren’t supposed to s-see that,” I forced out, reaching for a towel.

It was in my hands for less than a second before Tyler pushed off the sink, making his way toward me and snatching the towel from my freezing hands. Wordlessly, he dried my hair. I flinched as the rough scrubbing motion tugged at the follicles, but said nothing, too ashamed.

As he dried off my arms, he shot back at me, through clenched teeth, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath through my nose. “B-Because you w-wouldn’t have-”

But he cut me off, every word venomous. “Understood? I thought that you respected me a bit more than that, but I guess I thought wrong.” Shaking his head, he left the towel on the toilet seat and stormed out.

Okay, so I fucked up. Badly.

Biting my lip, I dried myself off the rest of the way, grabbing one of his old t-shirts and shorts from the floor. All the while, I turned over in my head what I would say to him when I finally got the courage to leave the bathroom.

Or, maybe I wouldn’t leave. I could just stay in here, where it’s safe, and…

No, that’s what started this whole thing.

Taking a deep breath, I gathered all my courage and opened the door, unable to convince myself to unwrap my arms from my shoulders. “Ty?” I called out, voice weak.

He was laying down, facing away from me, and I could hear his agitated huffing all the way from here. Digging my fingernails into my palms hard, I padded over to him, the carpet rough on the bottoms of my feet. “Tyler? Can you let me explain, please?” I forced out, choking on the words. I was beside the bed all too fast, thrown into the situation that I didn’t have the slightest inkling on how to solve.

Apparently, I didn’t have to make the first move, because Tyler turned toward me. I was taken aback, because I expected his eyes to be angry, demanding. But they just seemed to be tired. “Okay, fine.” His voice cracked, and I had the abrupt thought that I would’ve preferred him to have yelled at me rather than broken down. “What is it?”

The words died in my throat. I stood there, for probably two full minutes, mouth opening and closing as I struggled to string together the right words. But nothing came, and I finally gave up. Shaking my head, I twisted away, moving quickly out the door and down the stairs.

I didn’t make it far before his hand clasped around my upper arm, tugging me to a stop. “Tell me, goddammit!” he snapped in my face. I flinched back, trying to push away from him.

The scare loosened my lips. “Okay! I feel like it’s unsafe to leave the bed! I don’t know why, but I feel paranoid, like something is going to happen! I don’t feel anything, I haven’t eaten in three days. No, this doesn’t happen every time you leave and no, it’s not your fault! Let me go, Tyler!” I exploded with anger, hitting at his chest with my other hand, curled into a fist.

His free hand grabbed my wrist. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. Breathe. It’s okay.” He pressed my hands against his chest. “Focus. Breathe. It’s okay, I’m here.” I stared up at him, slowly but surely matching his breaths. “That’s it, sexy.” Pulling me closer, me kissed my forehead. “You still haven’t told me why you kept it from me until now.”

Sighing, I rested my head against his chest. “I don’t want you worrying about me when you should be playing hockey. They’re paying you a lot of money to play a good game. I don’t want you losing your passion because of me.”

A squeak escaped me as Tyler squeezed me tightly. His finger suddenly tilted my chin up, and I was looking into his deep eyes. “You are my passion, baby. Don’t you get that? You’re so much more important to me than hockey. Don’t worry about money. They aren’t gonna fire me.” I looked up to him, and I could feel the tears pressing against my eyelashes. Tyler smiled at me and kissed my nose gently. “I’m not a psychologist or anything, but I can get you one, if you think that it will help.”

Nodding, I pressed closer. “M sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.” Before I could even fully process what he had said, he leaned down and swept my knees out from under me, hoisting me into his arms. “Let’s go get you something to eat and then we can have a movie marathon.” He started toward the kitchen.

Resting my head on his shoulder, I countered, “Tyler, you have a game tonight.”

To my surprise, he shrugged. “They can go a game without me. I told you, you’re more important than a game.” Entering the kitchen, he set me on the countertop. I gasped as the coldness of the surface persisted through the fabric of the sweatpants. Tyler laughed at me briefly before making his way through the cabinets. “Grilled cheese?” he offered.

Snorting, I got down from the counter. “That’s all you know how to make, honey. How about I make us some soup or something?” I set off around the kitchen, getting out a few things.

“That’s all you ever make,” Tyler whined, and when I turned to look at him, he was looking at his phone. “I’m getting Chinese,” he explained shortly, glancing up only momentarily.

I headed over to him, wrapping my arms around his torso. “Thank you for understanding,” I whispered.

He put his phone down and returned the embrace. “Of course, sexy. God, I missed you so much.”

“Is that so?”

Tyler laughed. “Yes, I did miss my little babymaker.”

Bursting into giggles at the ridiculous nickname, I hit his arm. “Shut up.”

“I was being serious!” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh my God, shut uuuuup!” I could feel my face burning.

“We got some time before the delivery guy comes to the door.”

I rolled my eyes, looking to the clock. “Fine. But you’re explaining it if we get caught.”

[trashglasses]

Photographs

I figured I would post this here too since its on Ao3 :)

We got some fluffy Promptis with a baby here for ya! The idea was given to me by @jean-the-bean and it was also was based on an art piece that @jean-the-bean drew for my fic Some Things Never Change with Prompto feeding Nikolas.

Hope you guys enjoy!!!

A loud cry was heard from the back of the house.

“Shhh...Nikky it’s okay. Daddy is right here.” Prompto cooed softly, bouncing the fussy infant up and down against his chest. It wasn’t stopping the crying but at least it got him to stop screaming. “Are you hungry? Come on, Daddy will make you a nice, warm bottle.”

Prompto, with the child still nestled against his chest, made his way to the kitchen. Over the past few months, since Nikolas was born, things had changed a bit around the once quiet apartment. Sleep was a thing of the past. Both Noctis and Prompto were taking turns soothing the child in the night, so much in fact that the child already had a permanent spot in between them in bed.

Tonight was Prompto’s turn to get the late night calls. He had become quite the master at making one-handed bottles as of late. He learned quickly that putting down Nikolas while he was having a fit, only made him scream bloody murder and made the neighbors question their parenting skills.

He continued to bounce up and down as he shook the bottle vigorously to mix the water and the powder. “Shhhh...daddy has your bottle right here,” he whispered into the crying child’s ear. Once it was thoroughly mixed, he put the finished bottle in the warmer for a moment.

The baby’s whines got louder now, obviously wanting the bottle right away. “I know I know. But I gotta make sure it's warm Nikky. No one likes cold milk buddy.” he said with a gentle smile. Once the bottle was ready, he grabbed it from the warmer and sat down on a soft chair, adjusting himself so he could sit Nikky down on his chest. He squeezed a little out on his wrist to make sure it wasn’t too hot for his mouth before putting up to the infant's lips.

Nikolas latched on almost immediately and started to drink greedily from the bottle. Prompto chuckled as the baby reached up and his little hands tried to grab the bottle for himself.

“Trying to be a big boy and hold your own bottle baby boy? You are growing up too fast kiddo.” he asked, kissing the top of his head a few times. Nikolas let out a muffled coo and relaxed against his father’s stomach as he continued to drink.

Noctis had been woken up from Nikolas crying so he decided to head over to the kitchen to get some water or a late night snack. He let out a soft yawn as he walked into the living room. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Prompto on the chair, feeding their son. Noctis felt a lump grow in his throat as he watched.

Prompto looked like he was glowing with happiness even though he was up at 3 in the morning to feed a fussy baby. Never once did Prompto ever complain about getting up to tend to Nikolas and now he could see why.

He was just happy to be a parent.

Noctis couldn’t let this moment pass without a picture. He swiftly made his way back to their room to grab his phone. Once he got back into his spot and took a few pictures of the adorable duo. His collection of pictures with Prompto and Nikolas was already getting out of hand and the boy wasn’t even 4 months old yet. After snapping the picture, he looked at it to make sure it was perfect. He smiled softly before shoving his phone in the waistband of his sleep shorts and watched quietly for a few moments before walking into the kitchen.

“N-Noct?  Is that you?” Prompto asked, looking down at the nearly empty bottle and a sated child.

“Yeah.” he said sleepily, “I’m sorry if I scared you. I was just getting some water.”

“You scared the daylights out of me. I thought someone was in here!” Prompto whined, putting the infant on his shoulder and gently patting his back to burp him.

“My bad. I didn’t think I needed to announce myself in my own house.” he said, sipping from his cup of water. Prompto rolled his eyes and focused his attention on burping Nikolas.

“You are really good with him Prom. When I am taking care of him, it takes me at least 10 minutes of crying before I figure out what he wants.”

“Eh. He was inside me for almost a year, I would think I would have a pretty good idea of what he wants by now. You’ll get it soon. Don’t worry.” he said with his signature warm smile.

“I hope so. Can’t let you wake up every night to get him. He is my son too.”

“I don’t mind it really. He’s a good baby and it doesn't take much to get him to stop crying. It's just..unbelievable that we made such a beautiful kid ya know. Like we made this little cutie. It's crazy. So I don’t mind if I have to wake up in the middle of the night because it's all to keep the little smile on this cutie.” Prompto said, tilting his head a bit to kiss Nikolas’ cheek.

Noct let out a happy sigh before walking into the living room. He gave Nikolas a kiss on the head and Prompto a kiss on the lips. “I am going to fall asleep standing up. I’ll see you in bed. Okay?”

Prompto nodded as he continued to pat the baby’s back. “It won’t be long. I figured out the secret for burping him quickly.”

Noctis chuckled and nodded before walking back to their bedroom.

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“Prom! Can you grab my phone? I think I left it in the room!” Noct shouted from the kitchen where he was giving Nikolas a quick bath.

“Okay. Be there in a jiffy!” he called out, jumping off the couch and heading to grab Noctis’ phone and meeting him in the kitchen.

Noctis had his sleeves rolled up, hands deep his soapy water as he carefully washed the infant. He was humming a song to Nikolas, who seemed to be fighting sleep in the warm water. It nearly brought Prompto to tears.

“W-Wait, don't move, let me take a picture! I’ll just use your phone Noct.” Prompto said excitedly as he opened the camera app and moved towards the best angle. He snapped a few pictures in that angle before moving to a slightly different one to take more. Noct chuckled as he ran some soapy water through Nikolas’ dark locks.

“Got enough pictures?”

“I think. Lemme look em over first! Don’t move too much yet okay!”

Prompto typed in the simple numerical code before opening the gallery on his phone. But, a certain folder named “the duo” caught his eye first. He tapped the folder and saw what could have been over a hundred pictures of Prompto and Nikolas. Prompto's face flushed more and more red as he scrolled through the slew of poorly posed pictures. He even had some pictures from when he was in labor and Astrals knows he was an absolute mess.

“Are you done, Prom? Can I move now?”

Prompto shoved Noct’s phone right into his face. “What the hell is all this?! I look terrible in all these pictures Noct. This is so embarrassing!” He whined loudly, scrolling through the pictures as if Noct didn't already know every picture in the folder. “I hope you didn't show anyone any of these.”

Noctis brow raised in confusion, not understanding the sudden blow-up. “They are just pictures Prom. Every time I see you looking cute with Nikolas, I take a picture. I can't help it. I see how happy you look holding him or feeding him and it makes me happy and I want to capture the moment.” Noct explained, heading back to washing the sleepy baby.

If Prompto's face could have gotten redder, it would of. “B-but…..do you show them to people?”

“Sometimes. I send pictures to my dad the most though. He gets a kick out of it seeing you two.” He said with a little chuckle. He gently rinsed off the soapy baby and gathered him in a green towel with a little frog face hood on it.

“What?! You're telling me the King of Lucis has seen me in my ratty Chocobo boxers, with a spit up rag on my shoulder?!” Prompto said, his eyes pleading. Noctis couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

“Relax Prompto. He doesn’t think any less of you because of it. He appreciates how good a parent you are. He always asks about you; more than he asks about me really. So the pictures keep him updated.” Noctis explained, resting the sleepy baby on his chest.

“But still! You could at least send him better-looking pictures. Ya know ones where I have clothes on preferably.” Prompto said, crossing his arms over his chest. “At least ask me when you want to take a picture so I can ready myself. Don’t be creepy and sneak pictures of us. Just ask.”

“Then they wouldn’t be as adorable. I like the candid shots. You should understand that. You have more unflattering pictures of me than anything else in this world. So you can handle a few cute pictures where you aren’t posing for a magazine cover.” Noctis said, drying off Nikolas’ hair with the hood of the towel.

Prompto pouted a bit and looked away, still red in the face.

“Enough with the pouts.” Noctis said, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Come on, Gladio and Specs want to see Nik today so we need to get ready. I don’t want to hear Ignis’ mouth if we are super late again.”

Noctis carried the yawning infant into their bedroom to get him ready for the day. Prompto looked down at Noct’s photos one more time, looking at each picture carefully this time. A little smile crossed his lips as he picked out a few to send to himself. He shoved the phone in his pocket and happily made his way to his boys.

[jungkookienoona]

The Meme and His Tutor

Part 14: The Time The Tutor Got Her Revenge

Recommended Song: Mommae by Jay Park feat. Ugly Duck

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Summary:

After one lot of revenge the week before, you felt the need to get revenge for something else. But you end up realising something while you’re at it.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2731

Length: 14/?

Okay. This was it. You had gotten your revenge for his meme folder but hadn't yet gotten revenge for him being shirtless. And that day had come. You turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, pushing wet strands of hair out of your face. The towel you had picked out was one that barely went to mid-thigh once wrapped around you. Your cheeks were flushed and water trickled down your neck to gather at your collar bones. Hopefully, this worked.

Skype was already loaded on your laptop and you made sure your towel was securely tucked in at the top to avoid accidentally flashing him. That would be more than embarrassing. Right on time, you heard the ring of an incoming call.

"Hi, Jungkookie" You gave a little wave.

Jungkook did not respond. No, instead he sat there wide-eyed looking like a rabbit in headlights. His cheeks were a dark shade of pink.

"Uh... uuuh... N-n-noona... w-wae? C-clothes... where... where are they?"

You swear you heard the sound of typing or keys clicking.

"I just got out the shower. Do you mind if I turn my laptop around so I can get dressed?"

You made a point of adjusting your towel slightly and tried not to giggle when his jaw fell open.

"Earth to Jungkook!"

He snapped his mouth shut and furiously shook his head making it fluffy. "I-I don't mind."

"Okay, I won't take long."

You leant forward to turn your laptop around.

"I-I-I just remembered J-j-jin-hyung needed my h-h-help with d-dinner. I'll b-be 10 m-m-minutes."

And then he hung up. What was that? Did you do something wrong? Had you gone too far? It was gone dinner time and Jungkook had told you in the past that the members try not to eat dinner later than eight because of suffering from indigestion. You went and got changed into a pair of cotton shorts and a loose t-shirt. The weather had been surprisingly nice for the past couple days and you didn't have college to attend so you wanted to be comfortable.

Your laptop rang just as you emerged from tidying the bathroom. You clicked answer and were greeted by the sight of a flushed and panting Jungkook. A bead of sweat trickled down from his temple.

"Sorry, Noona. It really couldn't wait... I noticed Chubs' blog has had a makeover..."

"Really- wait, why are you all sweaty?" You asked, retaking your seat.

He wiped his hand across his forehead. "The kitchen was hot. Go to the ship blog."

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously but relented when he urged you with a wave of his hand.

"Okay, okay. What did she do- oh...wow."

There, in huge letters was 'The Thigh Power Couple'.

"I wish I had paid more attention to Noona's thighs while you were in Korea. I need to know if we're worthy of this title."

Your eyebrows shot up into your hair, "You just saw me in only a towel!"

His cheeks tinted pink.

"Don't remind me."

"I'm not sending you a picture of my thighs... that would be indecent."

"No! Please don't. I mean...yeah, that would be. I guess you'll just have to visit..."

"About that… I don't have enough money… I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner."

"Noona, I-"

"No, I told you I can't afford to visit-"

"But I've-"

"And when you bring it up it just makes me feel worse for disappointing you." You groaned in frustration and Jungkook gave you a small smile.

"You don't have to worry. I-"

"You're not paying."

"But-"

"Maybe if I pick up a second job I might be able to visit later in the year. I wouldn't be able to talk as much though-"

"Noona I have already paid for the tickets!"

Silence. You couldn't believe it. He had paid for tickets again. When? And then you remembered last week when he asked when your last exam was. That little shit.

"You what?!"

"It's worth it to see Y/N-chingu."

You felt your heart sink a little. Y/N-chingu. Why did it hurt?

"I mean Noona. You prefer Noona."

Your lips lifted but couldn't help but feel a little sad about him ignoring your words.

"Why do you ignore me?"

"Because I'm being selfish." He smirked. "And like I said, I have to see whether your worthy of being in the thigh power couple."

"I'm going to kill Chubs."

"Noona is mean."

"Noona definitely sounds better than Y/N-chingu."

Jungkook's eyes practically lit up as he beamed at you. Which was rather strange. Usually, he would insist that you were his friend and so you were 'Y/N-chingu'. You don't know why you had taken issue with it recently. Is it... is it possible you wanted to be more than Y/N-chingu?

"I'm still going to kill her. She even made the header..."

Jungkook started laughing. "I didn't notice that."

"How could you not notice your dick right at the top of the screen?"

"I was busy reading the about section."

"The section that calls us assholes."

"I can't believe Noona was focusing on my dick. Is that why you agreed to be my tutor?"

He gave a suggestive eyebrow wiggle and you wished you were there so you could punch him in that overly cocky face of his.

"No! But like your hand is so close to it and it's the header image!"

He chuckled and a warmth rose to your cheeks, "Shall I dance for Noona?"

"No!"

He started humming Rainism and stood up, pushing his chair back to give him room.

"Sit down! We need to talk about you buying me tickets. Don't think I've forgotten!"

He sat bad down with a pout and crossed his arms cutely.

"Why am I not allowed to pay for you to visit when it's me who wants you to visit?"

"Because I have no way of paying you back!"

He gave you a small smile, "Noona being here is enough. And money isn't a problem for me."

"I know, I know." You muttered. Maybe you shouldn't be so hard on him. You didn't want him to think you were ungrateful for the chance to see him again. "And thank you. I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"It's okay. I shouldn't have gone behind your back but it was the only way."

He was scratching the back of his neck again. Why did he always seem to get nervous when talking to you?

"I guess I just can't believe it still. That you chose a nobody like me to be your tutor. That I get to see you every week and on top of that you pay so much money just to see me in person."

"Noona isn't a nobody. You're important to me."

You could have sworn someone had released a thousand butterflies in your tummy. "I'm important to you?"

"Ye." He ran a hand through his hair leaving it standing on end. "Of course you are."

"Because I taught you a language?"

"Because I'm not just Jungkook of BTS to you."

"You're right, you're so much more than that."

He had the decency to smile shyly. "Thank you, Noona."

"You're my friend."

His smile fell a bit but then returned.

"I know at first you just saw me as BTS's Jungkook. But I can tell by your eyes I'm much more than that to you now."

You choked on air.

"My eyes?!"

"Ye," propped his chin on a hand, "They're pretty and expressive. It makes you easy to read."

You glossed over the compliment by pouting. "I'm not easy to read!"

His smile grew, "Yes you are. I bet I know more about your feelings than you do just by looking at your eyes."

Your pout remained. You didn't like the thought of being so easy to read.

"Your eyes are readable too."

Instead of being upset like you were he just chuckled. "I don't think so." He scratched his cheek, muffling his next words.

"I can't hear you when you mumble. What did you say?"

"Nothing."

"I know you're lying. I can see it in your eyes."

He quickly covered the camera with his hand.

"I'll tell you when you're here."

He moved his hand away, bunny grin present. That was strange.

"I have to wait two weeks?"

"It'll be worth it." The narrowing of your eyes only caused his smile to grow impossibly wider.

"Noona, don't look so worried."

"You're such a little shit that I'm always worried."

That finally wiped the grin off his face.

"What are you worried about?" He looked at you with concern.

"What you're going to do next. If the Korean media find out and misinterpret our relationship. And if that does happen the effect it will have on you and your career."

"Oh," his brows pinched together. "I've been thinking about that lately too. It's a good job Korean media don't pay much attention to sites such as Tumblr."

"It doesn't mean we're safe. I'm sure followers have posted screenshots on Twitter of the ship blog. I'd hate for you be involved in a scandal because of me."

He seemed to think for a moment, hand travelling up to scratch his head as he did his signature thinking pout.

"Mmm... I don't mind if it was Noona. Because I know and Tumblr knows what we are to each other."

"They think we're a couple. Which we're not." You ignored the sinking feeling in your stomach.

"And if there ever was a scandal, it's not just us we have to think about. There's the members too. It can affect the group's reputation."

"'BTS Maknae has Tutor and friend to help teach him English' Yes such a scandal Noona."

You could practically taste the sarcasm dripping from his tone of voice.

"I'm trying to be serious here!"

"Nothing bad is going to happen. Tumblr doesn't actually think we're together. They just want us to be." He trailed off at the end and sighed. "Stop worrying."

"Sorry, Kookie."

He ran a hand through his hair, "It probably makes me too happy to hear you call me Kookie or BunBun."

"Really? You like being called BunBun?"

He suddenly turns bashful, pressing his lips firmly together and nodding. "Uh, ye. You're the only one and it's kinda cute."

You laughed, used to guys not wanting the word 'cute' associated with them. But you were glad to be the only person to call him that, though you had seen the nickname floating around on Tumblr recently.

"Do you like being called cute Kookie? Don't you want to be a manly man?"

"Men can be cute too. It's not just for girls in panda onesies."

"I remember seeing pictures of you in a Pikachu onesie. Does it still fit? Cause I'd love to see it one day. If it's too small can I have it? Buy you a bunny one as a replacement."

And then you heard it. Jungkook squealed. Like a fangirl squeal.

"You would look so adorable!"

"Yah!"

He ignored you, "I'm happy I didn't listen to Yoongi hyung and kept it." He suddenly gasped, "Noona! We can have a sleepover in our onesies when you visit! I'll accept a bunny one as payment for flying you out."

"But that's nowhere near the same price range!"

He waved you off, "Does Noona want to stay at a hotel or stay in the dorm? Please say dorm, you can sleep in my room and I'll sleep on the sofa."

"I d-don?t think that's appropriate, Kookie."

He pouted, "But if you're at the dorm we can spend more time together. We can have breakfast and watch movies and Attack on Titan!"

His smile was infectious, but your earlier worries came back, stopping you from joining him in making plans.

"What if I get seen entering and exiting the dorm? Won't that be suspicious?"

He shrugged, "A week of intensive home tutoring."

You guessed that could work. But even so, it wasn't up for you to decide.

"I don't think the decision is up to me. Maybe ask Namjoon-oppa."

He got up and walked over to his door and opened it.

"Hyung! Namjoon-hyung! Noonaga ilju-il dong-an yeogi meomul su iss-eoyo? (Can Noona stay here for a week?)"

You heard footsteps and then you could see a glimpse of Namjoon through the doorway.

"Uijonhada. Geunyeoneun eodieseo jaji anhgess-eoyo? (Depends. Where would she sleep?)"

"Nae bang. Naneun geosil-eseo jalgeoya. (My room. I'll sleep in the living room.)"

"Neo seuseulo haengdong hagessni? (Will you behave yourself?)"

"Hyung~! Noonaneun yeojeonhi onlain sangtaeyo. (Noona is still online.)" He whined-whispered though you could still hear him.

That was strange. What did Namjoon mean?

"Oh, annyeong Y/N!" Namjoon shouted, you could just see his hand wave over Jungkook's head.

"Geureohdan geoya? (Is that a yes?)" The two discussed it for a minute before Jungkook spun around and pointed at you. "Noona can stay!"

Namjoon left, chuckling to himself, and Jungkook ran back to his seat singing "Sleepover with Noona! Sleepover with Noona!"

Your heart rate picked up dramatically. You were going to be in the Bangtan dorm. Oh god. And Jungkook was letting you sleep in his bed... Was this some cruel trick? You silently nibbled on your lip.

"Noona? Why aren't you happy?"

"I must have done something great in a past life to get this kind of treatment."

He chuckled, throwing his head back against the seat. "I said I'll treat you like a queen. This is just the start."

"W-w-what?! Only the beginning?!"

"Ye. You just wait and see."

You couldn't help but let out a humourless laugh.

"If you're treating me like a queen does that mean you'll treat your eventual girlfriend like a goddess?"

"I'll spoil her rotten."

"She'll be very lucky to have a man-child like you by her side." You directed your gaze to your lap. You weren't so sure he could read you quite as well as he said he could. But just to be safe.

"I think I would be the lucky one. Especially if she would accept me."

You didn't dare look back up at the screen to see his face. The thought of him with some girl caused your heart to feel like it had stopped beating and a lump to form in your throat.

"No. Trust me. She would be the lucky one." With a forced smile on your face, you turned your attention back to the screen. He was staring at you with an expression you could only describe as soft.

"Noona, I have so many dat-days planned for us." His voice was low, possibly due to tiredness, but it was comforting. You wished you were there beside him to hear it without the speakers' slight distortion.

There was a beat of silence followed by him trying to hold in a yawn. Your gaze softened and a tiny genuine smile spread across your lips.

"I'll be looking forward to my next visit then. You should go to bed Kookie."

He gave a nod.

"We'll celebrate you finishing college and moving on in life when you get here. Goodnight Noona."

"Goodnight BunBun."

The window disappeared leaving you staring at Tumblr. You went to the ship blog like you did after ending every call nowadays. It had been relatively quiet since the meme war, something you were grateful for.

You were reading the most recent ask when your phone dinged with a Kakao message. It was a selca of him lead down, both arms being used to hold up his phone to take the picture. His hair was slightly messy and the duvet was pulled up enough to hide most of his torso except his shoulders. A few seconds later another message came through 'Soon my Noona shall be sleeping on this bed. SLEEPOVER!' Without Jungkook sat watching you, you let out the squeal you had been suppressing complete with stomping your feet. Since tutoring Jungkook you had found it easier than expected to control the fangirl within you. But she had broken loose. You couldn't help it. He was just so... so... He made you feel so...

Oh god.

You quickly opened your texts and clicked on Chubs.

'I think I love Jungkook. Like a romantic one, not a platonic one.'

You didn't have to wait long for a reply.

'Thank fucking finally.'

A/N: Co-written with @tragicshadows