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btssaysstudy · 4 years ago

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Cheap Sunglasses || jjk

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (BTS) x reader

Note: Inspired by cheap sunglasses by John K || do let me know if you liked it :)

Summary: Being a teaching assistant for college definitely has it monetary perks but who knew it had other perks in meeting a potential significant other.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of injury (not the reader), angst, jungkook being an annoying player at times, mentions of over-exhaustion from schoolwork

“Thanks y/n!” Mingyu grinned, reaching out for a fist bump. You laughed, returning the gesture. “No problem, just doing my job.”

“I’ll treat you for a meal soon, you can count on it! I’ll see you around!” He gave you a quick side hug before leaving the lecture hall. You got up from your seat, packing your belongings to head off for lunch.

“y/n! Could you help me compile the outline for the chapters to read for the semester?” Your professor approached you, handing you the list of chapters that class had to read. “Sure, when do you need it by?”

“Preferably by the end of this week? No rush! As long as it’s before midterms.”

“Okay, sure!” You glanced at the list, it was the same reading list as last semester, you just had to use your own outline for this semester. You smiled, thankful that nothing much changed with the syllabus so you had less work to do as a teaching assistant.

Your professor thanked you and left the hall. “You know, one definite perk of being a TA is tutoring hot students. Mingyu was definitely hitting on you.”

“No he’s not. We’re friends, I already met him for one of my classes last semester.”

“Mm, yea don’t believe you. Anyway, let’s hurry go, I’m starving.” Sooyoung rubbed her stomach and you grabbed your bag, leaving the hall with your friends.

One definite perk, which was not what Sooyoung said, of being a TA was that you get paid and you definitely needed the money. It was tough to juggle being a TA at first and you weren’t sure if you were cut out for it, but 2 semesters later, you’ve been a TA every semester and it’s become a part of your schedule.

“Chan-mi!” A loud bright voice called out for other friend. The three of you stopped, turning around to find the boy who was dubbed as the “sunshine” of your college.

“Yes?” Chan-mi clearly unfazed by his loudness. Hoseok grinned, saying a brief hello to you and Sooyoung. “Our club manager just texted me that we have an upcoming gig. Just a little insider info for you, you’re on the performing team.”

Chan-mi nodded her head with a short laugh, “He texted me too actually.”

“What?! I thought i’ll be the good news bearer.” Hoseok pouted, his group approached him, patting him on the shoulder to rush him for lunch.

“I’ll see you at next practice then!” Chan-mi waved goodbye as he was being dragged away by his friends.

His friends. That group.

That group was popular and they knew it. They don’t seem to bask in it but they would slip some of the times — easily charming people to get what they need, having girls praying that they’ll become their girlfriends. It was no surprise that they have quite a list of girls they dated.

Despite the list,their reputation wasn’t that bad. They would make it clear to the girls they take out on dates — that they’re not looking to commit. You figured it was the least they could to do the poor girls who were pining for them, laying out the facts immediately.

“So what are we eating? I’m about to die any second.” Sooyoung grumbled once more.

—

“If you’d like to book my TA, I’ve sent you an email with a google sheet for you to find a slot. She’s a popular one so better book a slot asap if you need her help.” Your professor announced to the class, making you feel shy from her comment, your eyes glued to your screen as you felt the stares.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t know that you were a popular TA. You did put in the effort to help others since you were being paid after all, so, you did deserve the credit.

Throughout class, you could do your own things since you didn’t need to pay attention to the lesson. Halfway through the class, you clicked on the google sheet link to see that your upcoming week has been almost fully booked.

‘maybe i need a pay raise’ you thought to yourself, opening your own calendar to update your own schedule. Your eyes landed on a particular name, shocked that he even bothered to book a slot.

Jeon Jungkook.

You stopped yourself from whipping your head around to find him. He was part of that group and known to be the very athletic one. You guessed you stereotyped him to be those athletes that didn’t care about studies. You felt slightly uneasy, knowing his reputation in college and the girls.

‘It’s okay, it’s just one time slot.’

Once you noted the ones who booked a time slot with you the upcoming week, you contacted each of them to settle the venue & confirm the timing.

We can meet at my place :) - Jungkook

Yea, I’m not entirely comfortable going to a stranger’s place - y/n

Relax, it was a joke. How about near your place? So you don’t have to travel so much. - Jungkook

That works fine, there’s a cafe near mine. I’ll text you the address later. - y/n

Once class ended your two friends rushed to your seat. “So how’s your schedule Ms. Popular?”

“Really busy.”

“I saw the sheet, Jeon Jungkook booked a slot with you? Perks of being a TA is definitely helping cute students.” Sooyoung giggled like a little pre-teen girl.

“You don’t even need to be a TA to get cute guys, you have so many admirers.” Chan-mi made a very true remark.

“I’ll admit, you’re not wrong. But y/n’s snagging boys of a different league.”

“Stop idolising them like they’re gods.”

“They’re looks are god-like.” Sooyoung countered.

“You’re unbelievable.”

—

“Hey,” someone tapped your shoulder, taking out your earpiece to greet Jungkook. “Hey.”

He was dressed in a typical tired college student, in grey sweats and a black hoodie. Yet, you had to admit he looked cute in them.

“Sorry, did I make you wait long?”

“Oh no, I just came early to make sure we get a good spot. Not too near the rest of the customers.”

“I see you want a little privacy.” Jungkook grinned cheekily, clearly implying something else. You raised a questioning eyebrow at him, “Sorry, just kidding.” He quickly apologised, taking the seat opposite you.

“Anyway, we can just begin immediately. Do you have any questions?”

Jungkook nodded his head, taking out his laptop. “I do actually. Quite a long list if you don’t mind.”

“Well you have me for an hour. Go ahead.”

Throughout the 2 hours, you realised you really stereotyped him a great amount. You assumed he barely paid attention in class but he did — he even had a list of questions to ask. You honestly enjoyed helping these type of people the most, those that made their own effort to help themselves.

“You know,” Jungkook spoke, coming back from ordering his drink. “For the past hour and a half, I gotta admit, I stereotyped you to be a super uptight and socially awkward person. Then again, having to help tutor a lot of people would need social skills as well.”

With a chuckle, you shrugged your shoulders, “I stereotyped you too, so I guess we’re both guilty.”

Curious, Jungkook rested his weight on his arms as he leaned closer to you, “Oh really? What did you stereotype me as then?” A playful smirk clearly threatening to appear on his lips.

“A dumb jock.” You mischievously grinned back at him, his smile dropped, clearly not expecting that answer. It felt good to bruise that ego of his, even if it was just a split second. “Since I’m asking you to tutor me, I’m not gonna argue that.” He leaned back, regaining his composure and confidence.

You could feel his entire presence exuding with confidence, though he did have something to be confident about. In fact, he had a few things to be confident about - athletically gifted, popular and handsome. Anyone would call you a liar if you said you didn’t think he was handsome.

“If you don’t have anymore questions, we can wrap this up now.”

Jungkook nodded his head, “Thanks for helping me. Appreciate it.” He reached out his hand, offering a handshake. “A handshake?”

“Are you afraid of a little physical contact?” He teased.

Rolling your eyes, you reached out to give him a firm shake. “Glad I could help you.” He gave you a cute bunny smile, grabbing his things and leaving you behind in the cafe. You stayed for a few more minutes before heading back to your place to prepare dinner for your guests.

Cooking always seemed to make time pass by quickly because before you even realised, your friends were spamming your doorbell, rushing you to let them in. “How was he?” Sooyoung questioned the moment she entered your house.

“I had a good day thank you.” You sarcastically replied, grabbing a cup for them. “He was alright, he actually came prepared with questions.”

“That’s surprising. I honestly thought he booked a slot just to flirt with you.” Chan-mi commented as she helped you set up the dining table. “Come on, he wouldn’t waste his time on me.”

“Why not? You’re a great catch.” Sooyoung argued.

“Pretty sure I give off the vibe of “date to settle” and not “date for the fun”. So obviously, he won’t even bother.”

“Mm, you do have a point for that.”

“Anyway, enough about my tutees, let’s just enjoy girls night.” You raised your shot glass of soju, Sooyoung grinned excitedly, “Cheers to us”

As every week’s slot was released in the online sheet, Jungkook was always one of the first few to book. You couldn’t help but be surprised every time you saw his name on the schedule.

“So you picked up the sport by accident?” You clarified again as you took another sip. Jungkook nodded his head, leaning back into his chair. “Seokjin was the one who wanted to learn it, he dragged me to the trial class and the rest was history. He takes credit for it.” He laughed, a reminiscing look on his face.

“From your stories, you guys seem like brothers.” You watched an endearing smile creep onto his face, “They really do seem like it.”

His phone started vibrating and he checked the caller ID before sighing, silencing the call. You furrowed your eyebrows together, “What’s with that annoyed look?”

Jungkook shook his head, running his fingers through his hair, “Nothing much, just someone I went out with a week ago.”

“Trouble in paradise?” You joked.

“There’s no paradise. It was just a date, nothing more to it.” He nonchalantly dismissed it. You felt a bit offended of how casual he was treating their feelings. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to go out with them, you know? You’re just giving them false hope.”

Jungkook sat upright, “That’s not true. I clearly tell them that I don’t mind going out on a date but that’s nothing. Nothing more than a date out. So it’s on them for still going for it.”

You sighed, “But you already know these people are dating you and hoping that they’ll be the one who will change your mind about the idea of commitment.” Jungkook shrugged, “Maybe that’ll happen one day.”

Narrowing your eyes at the boy in front you, you wondered if that was what he had been secretly hoping for whenever he went out with these girls. “Do you want that to happen? Is that why you’re more than glad to go out on dates?”

He didn’t answer immediately, staring at you as if he was thinking of a reply. Clearing his throat he adjusted his sitting position, “I didn’t say that. I just said maybe it’ll happen.”

“Yea but are you hoping for it to happen?”

Jungkook casted a soft glare, “Okay enough about my love life. How about you? Aren’t you single as well?”

You leaned back, nodding your head, “Yea, what about it?”

“Well, why aren’t you attached?”

Pressing your lips into a thin line as you thought carefully of your answer. “Unlike you, I date to settle.” Jungkook jutted out his bottom lip, internalising your reply as he nodded his head in response. “Interesting. You’ll probably click well with Jimin.”

“Your friend Jimin?”

“Yea, he has the same thought as you. Always nagging at me about the same thing you just did.” Jungkook chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he recalled the countless times Jimin was talking about Jungkook’s active love life.

“He’s right you know… Doesn’t it get lonely always meeting different people?”

There was a short pause in the conversation, Jungkook’s eyes shifting away, his gaze fixed on the table. “To be honest, yea. But at the same time it’s what keeps me from feeling lonely. Doesn’t make sense, I know.”

You smiled, “It’s cool, I kinda get it. But after our numerous study sessions together, I’m certain you deserve to be in a good relationship.”

Jungkook shrugged, “Thanks but I don’t think I’m cut out for it.”

Confused, you questioned for an explanation. Jungkook’s eyes wandered around as he thought of a response. The athlete randomly took out his pair of shades. “Are the shades part of your answer or something?”

“It’s cheap.”

“Okay?” Your response sounded for confused, wondering if he was trying to change the topic. If he was, it was a very weird way.

“I buy the cheap ones because I know i’m going to lose them sooner or later. Can’t keep the good ones. That’s how I feel about my love life. Sometimes it feels like I can’t have nice things.”

“Man.” You breathed out, leaning back into your seat. “That’s a great analogy and all but don’t be so bleak. Between the two of us? You’re probably going to be first one who gets into a solid relationship.”

Jungkook chuckled, “Thanks for the faith TA. Do you have the same amount of faith in me for this module?”

You pursed your lips jokingly, “I think you’ll need more consultations for the same level of faith.” Breaking into a chuckle right after and so did Jungkook.

The popular athlete reached out his tattooed hand once again, for a handshake. By then, you were used to this gesture, chuckling as you reached across the table to shake his hands. “Tell you what, let’s take a pause on tutoring. You should meet the rest.”

“The rest as in your group?”

“Yea,” He stood up, throwing his backpack over his shoulder and stuffed his hands in his sweatpants’ pockets. You liked his laid-back look, he always wore that similar style whenever he was meeting you and you assumed it was to get comfortable enough to study.

“Are you going to keep staring at me?” Jungkook smirked. You rolled your eyes, standing up to get your bag. “Come on, don’t be so mean to me.” He playfully pouted and he looked cute. You felt yourself feel shy just from that, “I am not.”

“Yes you are, you always mock me or insult me. Where’s my compliment?”

You pursed your lips, bringing your finger to your lips as you pretended to ponder. “You’re doing well with this class.”

Unsatisfied, he grumbled, “That’s not a compliment.”

“Of course it is.” You grinned cheekily at him, patting his shoulders. “But alright, you look cute in sweats.” Even though you clearly sounded nonchalant, your heart was racing from admitting that and you hoped that your face wasn’t getting hot. You kept your composure, and made the first move to leave the cafe.

You realised that you didn’t know where you were going to meet his friends, “Oh yea, where are we going?” You turned around to see Jungkook still standing in place. He cleared his throat and adjust his bag strap. “R-Right, just follow me.”

You didn’t want to tease him further but you clearly saw a pink hue on his cheeks. “Cute.” You muttered to yourself as he led the way.

—

“You want a snack? My treat, for all the tutoring you’ve been giving me.”

“Jungkook, you don’t have to—“

“Okay I’ll get you your usual.” He winked at you before heading off to the counter. You smiled to yourself, watching his figure walk away. You continued on your own work as you waited for him to come back.

Jungkook happily came back as if he won a prize. “Guess who just got free cake? We did!” Jungkook cheered, pushing his stuff aside to make way for the food. “Free cake? Why?”

“So the lady who we always see here apparently owns this place. She’s at the counter today and she randomly gave me this cake for us to celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

Confused, you looked at your calendar. “Oh, it’s Valentine’s Day.” “yea it is, didn’t you know?” “Clearly didn’t.” You shrugged, “But you should’ve told her we’re not together. I feel bad for the free cake.”

“No no, you should feel flattered she called us a cute couple. It means you’re cute.” Jungkook’s body froze for a moment realizing what he had just said. You laughed, “Yea right. Good joke, kook.”

Jungkook frowned, “I’m not joking. I think you’re cute.”

You pointed your pen in his direction, “You know, when I was young I heard that cute meant adorable but ugly.”

“That’s obviously not what I mean. You’re not ugly, that’s for sure.” Jungkook argued without hesitation. You felt flustered this time, retracting your pen. “T-Thanks, I guess.”

The two of you not only spend weekly 2h sessions together, but also became “study buddies”. Jungkook was unsurprisingly super concentrated whenever he started studying. You realised it was his character to always give it his all even if it was something he wasn’t too fond of — like studying. You also noticed his eyebrows would furrow as he tried to comprehend the materials, or sigh and scold himself whenever he found himself stuck.

He had a lot of endearing habits while studying, you couldn’t help but smile every time you noticed it.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, why aren’t you on a date today?”

“Because we arranged a study session today.” Jungkook answered as if it was so obvious.

“It’s just one day of not studying, you could’ve just told me. Plus, I’m sure many girls were hinting you to ask them out.”

“You’re not wrong about that.” He smugly answered and it made you feel a tinge of jealousy that Jungkook saw these girls as “date potential” while you were just his “study buddy”. “Tone down your ego—“

“But I’d rather study with you than go out on a date.”

You found yourself speechless, not knowing how you should be replying to that. Sensing that you were lost for words, Jungkook smiled, “Did I just take your breath away?”

“Shut up.” You snapped out of it, throwing your pen at him.

—

Hey y/n! Sorry i’ll be a bit late later, at the clinic so it might take a while before I’m let off! - jk

Are you sick? We can just reschedule! - y/n

No no! Just sprained my ankle during practice, that’s all! - jk

that’s all?! you’re not traveling today. what’s ur address? i can go over instead - y/n

You bit your lip, wondering if you were overstepping by insisting that and quickly sent another text.

if you’re alright w that of course - y/n

sure i just didn’t want to suggest it in case you weren’t, i’ll text u my address in a bit! - jk

On your way to his place, you felt nervous but you shrugged it off, blaming it on your usual ‘first house visit jitters’ — just like any other time you visited a place for the first time. Or so you told yourself. You ignored that feeling as you rang the doorbell, waiting for the injured athlete to answer the door.

“Hey.” Jungkook greeted you with a smile. You took a good look at his casted ankle, his weight resting on his crutch. A wince crept on your face, “Ouch, looks bad.”

“Thank you for asking, I feel fine.”

You stepped in, eyes taking your time to wander around his place. It was cozy, not cluttered as you had assumed. Jungkook pointed to the table placed by the window, well-lit for a good place to study or to wind down and have a meal. “Nice place.”

“Thanks. Didn’t have much time to tidy up the place before you came.”

“It’s alright, looks neat to me.” Your eyes glanced back down to his ankle, “Are you sure you want to have this session today? I feel like you should be resting—“

“You’re already here. I can take a little revision. Don’t underestimate me.” He teased, gently shoving your shoulder. With a light laugh, you nodded and sat down at the table. You watched Jungkook as he tried to find a comfortable position for himself, especially with his injury. Dropping his crutch on the floor, he settled down quickly to begin the session.

“So how do I know which case to use?”

“It depends on the scenario prof sets for finals. Just a tip, prof loves answers that argues both sides. So, it’s best if you argue with both cases but conclude with which is more relevant or stronger for the scenario.”

Jungkook nodded his head, his bottom lip jutted out once again as he took down your response in his notes. “Thanks, I’m glad I started consultations with you since the beginning of the semester. I would be drowning will all these laws and cases if I didn’t.”

“I’m sure you would’ve managed fine. Your friends are managing well too. Jimin’s pretty good with this module.” You made an off-handed comment about Jimin as you started to pack up your belongings. You failed to catch the slight furrow in his eyebrows and that irritated twitch in the corner of his lip at the mention of Jimin. He knew you two would match well, which he should be happy for Jimin, but instead, he felt annoyed that Jimin was having consultations with you.

He couldn’t help but ask, “He meets you too?”

“Oh yea,” You nodded, your eyes still not meeting his as you scrolled through your schedule, “He meets me lesser than you though, just once a week.”

Just once a week. He repeated your reply. That was enough to get close to you. Hell, he meets you three times a week almost every week. One would question if he really needed that many consultations a week. Jungkook would argue against that, defending that he needed it. But deep down inside, he knew he was lying.

You thought the same. Chan-mi and Sooyoung would make remarks on why Jungkook needed three sessions a week, hinting that he just wanted to find excuses to meet you. You would deny it every time, saying that he would always come prepared for each session with questions, proving that he really took those sessions seriously. But just like Jungkook, you too had a feeling that it wasn’t true.

“Anyway, hope your ankle gets better soon. I better give you time to rest.” You checked the time on your phone. Jungkook did the same time, quick to respond, “Do you want to stay for dinner? I’m going to be ordering delivery anyway. You know... With my ankle. You could have dinner before you leave.” He shrugged his shoulders, trying to be casual about it. Jungkook wasn’t sure what was making him particularly nervous to suggest that. He normally wasn’t nervous with his dates. Why was he nervous around you when it was not even a date to begin with?

You contemplated, imagining your schedule in your mind. The pause made him grow nervous, “You don’t have to—“

“I’m down for dinner. My schedule’s not too busy tonight.” You smiled, settling your bag down back on the chair. Jungkook returned an eager grin. “My treat. For coming all the way here to tutor me.”

“Enough with the treats—“

“No negotiations on this one. I really owe you for traveling here, especially on such a last minute notice.” Jungkook shook his head, scrolling through the list of possible food options.

“Alright, thanks kook.”

That nickname made his lips tug upwards as he tried to fight the smile. “No problem. What do you want to have?”

—

Dinner didn’t take long to arrive, you helped him collect the delivery and set it out on the coffee table. Jungkook had convinced you to watch a movie with him while waiting for dinner. Sinking yourself back onto the couch, the two of you happily enjoyed dinner while watching the movie he had chosen.

“That’s cute.” You commented as the credits rolled. The movie was a short light one and it helped the both of you de-stress from the upcoming finals season. You really needed that self-care.

“Thanks for the dinner and movie. I honestly needed it. Haven’t had much time to wind down lately.”

“Too busy with your consultations?”

You nodded your head, letting out a long sigh. “Yea, don’t get me wrong. It’s rewarding helping others, especially with the pay. But it’s just during this killer period that makes me regret it.”

Jungkook frowned, sitting upright, “I’m sorry I keep booking you.”

You chuckled, “Don’t be sorry. That is my job anyway. Plus, you’re always prepared for the sessions. I hate sessions when they don’t even know why they booked it. Drives me mad.”

Jungkook hummed, agreeing with you. “That must suck.”

“Yea,” your eyes trailed back down to his ankle once again. “What happened with your ankle anyway?”

“Training today. It’s been tough as well for me. Coach has been increasing the intensity and we don’t really get enough rest with studies as well. I wasn’t in the greatest condition today so I slipped.”

“Yikes. Hope it heals fast though.” You smiled cheekily, “Do I get to sign it?”

Jungkook laughed, “That’s so childish. No one signs casts anymore.”

“Please? I’ve never done it before!” You pouted, doing your best to convince him to let you vandalize his cast. You didn’t need to do much to convince him, he was willing to give in pretty much from the first time you brought it up. “A-Alright. Just don’t draw a dick or something.”

You hummed, feigning consideration. “I wasn’t planning to but now that you mentioned it...”

He glared, grabbing his throw pillow to toss it at your face. “Don’t you dare.”

“I was kidding.” You laughed, rushing to the table to grab a pen, sitting back down close to him to draw on his cast.

Don’t flunk my module.

“Done!” You added an “A+” next to it, willing yourself to not draw a heart which you almost did. You pulled away from the cast, looking at your work proudly. Jungkook snorted, “Don’t flunk my module? I won’t. Definitely not after all our sessions together.”

“You better.” You turned to look at him, suddenly aware of how close your faces were next to each other. You watched his gaze drop to your lips before flickering up to meet yours, “May I...?”

You nodded slightly, overcome by the adrenaline and fluttery feeling that was consuming you. You both leaned in, gently kissing each other, making sure you don’t put so much weight against him to avoid hurting his injury. Jungkook’s hand found your waist as he pulled you in, the other cupping your cheek. With your arms snaking around his neck, you both deepened the kiss.

Something in you snapped and made you pull away abruptly. “I-I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that.” You quickly got up to take your belongings.

“W-Wait, what do you mean—“ Jungkook called after you, struggling to get up fast with his crutch.

“You’re just going to end whatever we’ll have if we try. We’re looking for different things remember?” You rubbed the nape of your neck, “L-Look, could we just pretend this didn’t happen? I don’t want anything to be awkward between us.”

“W-Wait but...” Jungkook sighed, noting how resolute you were with your suggestion. “If that’s what you want.”

“Thanks Jungkook... Anyway, I should probably go. Get well soon.” You shifted your bag on your shoulder and sent yourself out the door.

After that incident, your schedule you had planned went down the drain. Your brain was foggy and your focus out the window the entire night as you kept thinking about that kiss. How it felt and how happy you felt. But you also reminded yourself that Jungkook was not looking to settle and you didn’t want to put yourself through that.

You just hoped things would be the same after that day.

—

I’m guessing the usual cafe? :) - jk

Where else would we go? - y/n

Maybe my place? - jk

Good try - y/n

Worth a shot - jk

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself every time you conversed with him. Your usual 2h slot with him would drag on if you didn’t have anything that day. It wouldn’t drag on because of questions, you two would just be talking and enjoying each other’s presence. Ever since you met his friends, you met him more outside your 2h slot with him. Though, it was always off-campus.

The incident at his place was as if it didn’t even happen. As if it was just a wet dream of Jungkook. You were thankful he stuck to the agreement and acted as if nothing happened. However, a part of you felt that it was the wrong move.

You look great today btw - jk

But that doesn’t mean you look bad on other days - jk

Just extra great today - jk

Feeling that familiar fluttery feeling in your heart, you chose to ignore the message, promptly closing your chat. You reminded yourself about their reputation with relationships, they weren’t into a serious commitment. You didn’t want to waste your own time either. For some reason you could feel someone staring at you and you could bet anyone 10 bucks that it was Jungkook.

After that moment, class went by fast and it was finally time for lunch. “Y/n! Do you want to grab lunch sometime this week? I promised I’ll be treating.” Mingyu flashed a very charming smile that made you smile back automatically. Behind him was Sooyoung and Chan-mi approaching you.

“You really don’t have to treat me, I’m just doing my job—“

“I insist, yn. I still owe you for carrying me on your back last semester for the other class.” He chuckled. “Come on, you pulled your own weight.” You shook your head with a laugh. You glanced at your two friends who were patiently waiting for you and possibly eagerly eavesdropping. Just as you were about to turn away, Jungkook’s group walked behind them.

You could’ve sworn that you made eye contact when you gave him a smile to which he coldly ignored, looking away and leaving the hall with his friends.

“We can go for lunch but you’re not treating me.”

Mingyu reached out to pat your shoulder, “We’ll see! I’ll get you again soon!” He winked at you and headed off. Your two giddy best friends reached out to pull you along with them. “Is that a date?”

“N-No it’s not!”

“Why are you stuttering?” Chan-mi teased, poking your sides. You took a few steps in front of them, turning around to face them as you walked backwards. “I swear it’s not a date. We’re just friends.”

“Alright, alright, now walk properly before you hurt yourself Miss-I-have-a-date-with-Mingyu.” Sooyoung turned you around by your shoulders. Just as she strongly whipped you around, your eyes met with Jungkook’s.

Your mouth opened to say hi but nothing happened when he once again, looked away, not acknowledging your presence. “Hey y/n!” Jimin happily greeted you, pulling you in for a hug. “Thanks for tutoring me yesterday.”

“No problem, just doing my job.” You grinned at him but your thoughts still on Jungkook ignoring you.

Jimin chuckled, ruffling your hair, “You’re cute when you’re humble. Anyway, see you around!” You said bye to the others, noting that Jungkook didn’t say a single word to you. It was as if you weren’t right in front of you and you felt offended.

“Did something happen between you and Jungkook?”

“No, nothing happened.” You denied as the memory of the kiss flashed in your mind.

“Are you sure?” Chan-mi questioned and you sighed. “Sorry, can we not talk about him? Let’s just have lunch.”

You didn’t notice your two friends sharing a look before collectively agreeing to drop the topic.

—

“Hey.”

“You’re late.” You commented, staring at your screen as you continued your assignment. “Yea sorry, I was on a date with someone and it kinda over ran.”

Oh. A date with someone. “O-Oh, how did it go?”

“Pretty well.” Jungkook took a sit, taking out his laptop, ready to fire his questions. “That’s good!” you sounded happy for him. You weren’t sure if your eyes were just trying to make you feel better but it was as if Jungkook seemed disappointed with your reply, as if he was hoping for a different reaction.

“Yea... Anyway, I don’t have much questions today so it should be a fast one. If you want, we could go get an early dinner?”

“I don’t think I can... I have quite a lot of things to do today.”

“Oh... That’s cool.”

Moving on from the topic, you two went through the questions he had smoothly though there was something nagging at the back of your mind. Why was he so cold towards you that day? Why is he acting as if he wasn’t being such a dick towards you that day?

“You good?”

“Hmm?” You glanced up to see genuine concerned eyes that made your heart flutter once again. “Y-Yea I’m good.”

“You sure? You seem quite out of it today. Are you unwell? Is something bothering you?”

You shook your head, getting frustrated. “Why were you ignoring me today in school?”

“W-What?” Jungkook pulled away, taken aback by your question. You sighed, “You know what I’m talking about.”

Jungkook shook his head, “I was just having a bad morning.”

“A bad morning.” You scoffed, “Right, so a bad morning would make you ignore my entire presence. I’ll take mental note of that.” Jungkook himself got annoyed, crossing his arms as he countered, “You didn’t seem to care about anyone else either when you were chatting up with Mingyu. Didn’t think my moody morning would even be noticed by you.”

You blinked a couple times, processing what he had just said. “W-What? I was just talking with him. Why are you even bringing this up?”

He didn’t answer this time, sighing as he packed his laptop in his bag. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” Jungkook got up and so did you. “You can’t do this? Are you jealous or something?”

“What? Of course not.” Jungkook frustratedly ruffled his hair. Not wanting to cause a scene at the cafe, you took your own stuff, chuckling dryly to yourself. “Well, you need to sort out whatever shit’s going on with you. I’m not here to guess how you’re feeling.”

“You’re not here to guess?” Jungkook whisper-yelled. “You were the one who suggested to ignore what happened. I’m here trying to keep my shit together because of that.”

“Jungkook, look. Let’s not talk about it here. Can we just drop it please?” ”Whatever.”

You walked away, not looking back to see Jungkook’s regretful look on his face.

—

Jungkook didn’t contact you after that day and you didn’t want to contact him either. Jimin, on the other hand, was trying to find out what happened between the two of you.

“He always shuts the conversation down the moment one of us brings you up.”

You sighed, “Nothing serious happened.”

“If that’s true, you guys wouldn’t be ignoring each other like the plague again. I had to lie to him about where I am today.”

A part of you, admittedly, would want Jungkook to reach out to you to just come clean about snapping at you the other day. You couldn’t understand how he could go on a date and then get pissed that you were talking to Mingyu.

“You shouldn’t have lied to him.”

“It’s nothing.” Jimin shook his head, “What really happened between you two?”

Defeated, you told Jimin what happened that day at the cafe. “You two are just plain stupid. That poor boy likes you. You like him. Case solved.”

“If that’s true, he wouldn’t have gone on a date right before meeting me.”

“Yes, I agree that part’s fucked up. He just sucks at admitting his feelings to himself. Don’t worry, I’ll sort him out for you.” Jimin draped his arms around your shoulder, “you can count on me to give him a good nagging.”

“Thanks Jimin but you don’t have to do that—“

“Jimin? Y/N?”

The two of you turned around, Jimin immediately retracting his arm when you saw Jungkook standing right behind you. “Oh Kook!”

“I thought you said you’re meeting your Tinder date.”

“R-Right about that—“

“No, forget it, it’s clear who’s your Tinder date. Enjoy.” Jungkook shut him down and walked pass the both of you. Jimin sighed, “Looks like it’s time for me to fix this mess.”

“I think he’ll beat you up if you go after him. I’ll talk to him. You’re right, we need to talk.” Jimin gave you an encouraging smile, patting your shoulders, “Good luck.”

You needed that.

You hurriedly followed after him, calling out to him to stop and wait for you. It wasn’t that hard to catch up to him with his injury as well.

Jungkook looked hurt and cold, as if he was building up his wall against you. “We weren’t on a date. Jimin didn’t want to tell you that he’s meeting me because apparently you get pissed every time you hear my name. I swear.”

“You don’t need to explain anything—“

“Yea of course I don’t, because I should just leave it to you to make wild assumptions every time some shit happens. I don’t get it. One moment, I think you may like me and the next moment you’re out on a date with someone else. Just tell me what is it and we can stop having this misunderstanding.”

Jungkook ruffled his hair, looking around the campus. “Can we talk somewhere else? And not here in public?”

You gestured with your hands, asking him to lead the way. Jungkook led you to a more secluded area, not too far away from where you bumped into him. You both couldn’t take walking together without clearing things up.

Jungkook didn’t waste any time, immediately diving straight into it. “I do like you. Hell, there’s nothing to even doubt especially after that night. I wanted to kiss you for so long. I never admitted that to myself until that very moment. But then you said you wanted to drop everything and I thought it was just in the heat of the moment for you so I agreed. I rather be friends than back to strangers.” Jungkook breathed, taking a short pause, “But then I see you with Mingyu, with Jimin, and I know these men are your type. The ones that settle down with the right partner. The ones that don’t go on many dates. But that’s been me. So i figured you regretted it when you said that i didn’t want the same things you wanted. But fuck, i want to settle down with you. Take things slow, see where the future takes us. Three sessions with you was over the top for my studies but I did it because I love our time together. I love studying with you, going off topic and talking about other things. I love teasing you just to see your reaction because it makes me smile. I love it when you tease me back just to annoy me. You annoy me but I love it.” He sighed, looking at the floor before meeting your watery eyes.

“But I know I’m not the type of guy you’re looking for. You made it clear yourself that night when you asked to drop it. So there. That’s why I went on that date before meeting you. Because I was so nervous about seeing your face, I needed to get my mind off of you. I admit, I’m sorry for doing that because that just further proves your point about me.” He trailed off, as the realization sinks in of how he had just fucked up his own chances of being with you.

You didn’t bother interrupting him at all, your heart pounding loudly against your chest as you took in every single word he said. Your brain and heart having a civil war with each other. Not knowing what should your next move be.

“I’m guessing silence means I’m right.” He spoke after receiving no response from you. “I’ll see you around. Take care of yourself.” He gave a pained smile as he headed off back to his place.

Your knees felt weak as you leaned back against the wall that was hiding the both of you from the others. Your hand brought up to your heart.

What were you going to do?

With a heavy heart, you made your way back to your place. As you settled your dinner, you aimlessly browsed through the shows on Netflix as Your mind was busy thinking about Jungkook’s confession.

Why didn’t you go after him? Why didn’t you say anything? Were you scared that it was all words? Were you scared of ruining the friendship you two had established? What was stopping you from doing what you wanted?

You knew you couldn’t leave things there. You had to do something before you regret. You liked Jungkook. A lot. You were willing to take the risk with him. Just as he was as willing to prove to you that he’s serious.

You reached out for your phone and key, making your way out the door and to where you needed to be.

Once you had arrived, you were knocking on the door profusely, “Jungkook!” You called out.

The door opened, “W-What are you doing here—“

“I like you too. You’re wrong. I don’t regret that night. I regret saying that we should forget about it. Because i couldn’t. I didn’t. I thought about it everyday. I’m willing to take things slow with you if you’re willing. I don’t want to regret this as well.”

The smile on his face grew as you admitted your own feelings to him, Jungkook pulling you in with his free hand as the other still held on to his clutch.

“I mean it as well. I have zero intentions to play around with you. I’m serious and I’ll prove it. I’m not going to lose you, you’re not cheap sunglasses to me.”

“I trust you.” You said with a laugh, recalling his metaphor as his grin only grew wider. “You just made me a really happy man.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell with that wide grin on your face.”

“You’re annoying.” Jungkook said with no malice in his tone as he leaned in for a kiss. Both of you had been wanting to do that again ever since that incident. Your leg kicking the door shut as you pulled yourself closer to him.

“I could get used to this.” You smiled as you pulled away.

“Well, you should. I’m going to be kissing you for a long time.”

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Manager!Seijoh IWA ROUTE

a/n: uwuwuwuwuwu my mans iwa chan :’)

IM A SIMP FOR IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETE TRAINER

uwu filo!iwa in this :)

and also, listen to lauv while reading this since i wrote this and that song was playing on repeat O_O and also this song

this is my self-request uwu

HES SUCH A POUTY BABIE BLS LOVE ON HIM

onwards we goooo

hihihihihihi yey im so excited for this yall dont even know

ANYWAYS

so,,,,

when iwa first saw you, he thought you were just a cute little thing

your shorter height, your puffy cheeks, and the wide eyes you had whenever you saw someone, or him, do a really cool spiking move

he initially thought of you as a cute little sister hes never had

ehehe that finna change

then the,,,, bullying thing happened

if youd like to read this part, its right here

when he saw you bloodied, all battered,

dear lordie he was finna break some ankles

ONG I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT SANGWOO YET HERE I AM

like that image of you will probably stay in his memory until he dies of the ripe age of 200

ngl it kinda traumatized him a little bit of how tired and pained you look with the tears rolling down your face and the blood that was escaping your body through your wounds

god you didnt deserve any of that

you deserved the world and the universe yet some people dared to take away your worth

ooo he was so mad

miyo was,,,, hurt??

can i say that??

i dont wanna,,,, explain bara arms iwa hurting a girl so youre gonna have to imagine that for yourselves

but at the end when they said slap, he didnt just ✨S L A P ✨ her

he ✨ B R O K E S O M E A N K L E S ✨

oiks is actually scared of him after that

like oiks had to peel him off of her and towards the infirmary where you and the team were

‘IWAIZUMI HAJIME, STOP!’

oof the first and last time oikawa tooru ever said that full name

he was breathing heavy and he was so ✨ A N G R Y ✨ with what she did to you yet he hears your soft scoldings, telling him off for hurting a girl

he wanted to see you

like right now

iwa tore himself from oikawa’s grasp and ✨ N Y O O M E D ✨ himself to the nurse’s office

there, you sat on the bed with the others scattered either on other beds or on the floor

you smiled at the sight of him and he walked towards you and engulfed you in his arms

‘youre okay now. im here’

he whispered and you buried your face into his chest, breathing in his unique scent

lavender mixed with peppermint

he refused to leave your side so he ✨ M A D E ✨ some room on the bed beside you to sit and he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close

you held his hand while oikawa talked to you and as you shamefully bowed your head

but you were forgiven and everything was all good until the third years really got into plan

makki and mattsun promised to handle it all as they had family in the justice field while oikawa would go and get the girl suspended

‘but what about me?! i want-’

‘iwaizumi, you literally hit her. it’d be best if you’re not involved right now as you were the only one who physically touched her in a harmful manner like that’

ong when it come to y/n, the meme team is replaced by the assassin team

he tried to fight but in the end, 3 overpowered 1 and he was forced to sit back and opted to comfort you instead

he made sure you were safe to walk home but that day, you were the one who asked him to spend time with him

just you two

like after seeing him seethingly enter back into the room, you reached out and held his hand in yours, eyes trained on your fingers fiddling with his

‘iwa-san,,,, you said you downloaded the new godzilla movie?’

you whispered but he could still hear you and his heart swelled at your meek voice

‘yea, i did. and my mom bought those chips you like’

your eyes flitted up to meet his eyes and a soft smile spread on your lips and there was this thumping in his heart

maybe that was the first time that iwaizumi hajime felt differently towards you

a smile that seemed to be differently perceived than the rest

and it wasnt for the whole team

it was for him

and him alone

the trek to his house was quiet but you would hum nursery rhymes or the songs you heard earlier in the radio while skipping every few steps and tightly holding on to his hand

iwaizumi’s olive eyes watched you still radiate energy despite being so hurt for a long time

they then trailed to your linked hands and he unintentionally squeezed it, only figuring out he did it when you looked up to him and squeezed it back with a smile

he wanted to do something to make you forget of what happened

he didnt want you to think about the cruelty and pain so he was going to make sure you would continue smiling

thankfully, his parents werent home so he wouldnt have to explain why he has a bandage-covered girl with him

iwa led you upstairs to where his room was and your eyes widened when you saw what was inside

tiny action figurines of animes like bakugo from boku no hero academia or a tiny pikachu on his desk

there was a large country flag that you didnt recognize and a few godzilla posters and volleyball players decorating beside it

however, besides those normal things you wouldve expected,

there were many polaroids

polaroid pictures that were everywhere with no specific layout pattern and just placed anywhere that had room

iwa watched as you dazedly walked forward and entered the room to move towards the wall by his desk that had the most pictures against it

from pictures of him and oikawa to the third years to him and his parents or just the sunrise and human silhouettes

your fingers reached forward and traced the picture of him and the third years when they were still first years and took a spontaneous trip to the beach

‘mattsun stole his dad’s car and drove us to the beach without a license’

iwaizumi’s voice answered your questions and you looked back, shimmering eyes

this room,,, wasnt just a normal, teenage boy’s room

this was a room that represented iwaizumi hajime

from his natural character description like his love for volleyball evident in the volleyball player posters to the underneath description that was hidden like his love for godzilla and his love of taking pictures of the people he cares about the most

it was all that made up iwaizumi hajime

your feet took you to stand in front of him, still standing at the doorway, and you stood on your toes to try and be eye-level with him

‘youre really cool, iwa-san’

you whispered and his ears turned red, not from the compliment, but by the close distance between you two

iwa clearedhis throat and ruffled your hair roughly, pushing you down slightly back to the balls of your feet

‘i already knew that, brat. now go and sit over there and be comfortable or whatever while i go get the food’

he hurriedly turned to hide his growing red face but you stopped him

‘iwa-san,,, ano,,, can,, i borrow a hoodie?’

you mumbled, nervously thinking he might refuse

but he grunted a response, not bothering to turn around

‘take your pick’

you smiled and thanked him before bounding over to the wardrobe that was pushed against the wall across his bed that was against the corner by his window

inside had so many hoodies and there were also shirts that were hung up on the other half

they were all graphic tees that either had american bands or anime or game references

opting for a mint green hoodie that says ‘SONIC NYOOM’, you had an undershirt under your button up and as you slipped the bloodied long sleeve off, he swung the door open, eyes focused on the tray of coke filled glasses

then he looked up and almost dropped it at the sight of you,,, like that

‘OH MY GOD SORRY’

he shrieked and carefully but hurriedly backtracked back to the hallway

ofc you were shocked too but you quickly put the hoodie on and went to get him

iwaizumi’s heart was hammering in his chest and he was VERY red with embarrassment

how could he see you like that?!

a girl who wasnt his shouldnt be seen like that by his eyes!

a touch on his arm reminded him of his position and he was still holding the tray but it was clear from the liquid in the cups that he was shaking slightly

‘iwa-san, its okay. i still had a shirt on so dont misunderstand’

you reasoned and he nodded, still not looking at you

the beginning of the movie was quite awkward as you both were sitting next to each other on the floor, backs against his mattress while the laptop played godzilla in front of yall

but it seems it was just him who was feeling this way bc you were intrigued at this weird monster that was squshing building under its foot and you continued munching on the food

iwa stood up and coughed

‘im going to take a shower’

you paused it and stared up at him, a chip halfway in your mouth

‘oh? you want me to wait for you?’

he agressively shook his head

‘no! its okay i watched it already. just,,,, watch it’

at the end, his words came out jumbled in his hurry to go and calm his heart down

you shrugged and unpaused the movie to continue watching

iwa spent his time in the shower, thinking and trying to think of stupid thoughts like the time oikawa almost choked on a peanut when they were in middle school to distract him of thoughts of how adorable you were

ONG HE WAS JUST SHOWERING AND INNOCENTLY DOING SHOWER THINGS

‘no, i said she was like a sister to me. and a sister she’ll remain’

okay ngl even though theyre not related, im worried yall would be like ‘iNcESt’ but bls a lot of people have tried to sibling-zoned people yet realized they liked them in THAT way

as he wrapped himself with a towel, he then realized

oh my god he didnt bring clothes

LMAO NOOOO IWAAAAA

iwa frantically looked around and he saw his mother’s sakura themed robe and he paused, arguing silently with him if he should wear it

well, it was either that or he went back into the room and showed you,,,,,, this

sucking in a sharp breath, he kept the towel around his waist and slipped his arms through the tight arm holes and he awkwardly tried to keep it tied since he was so much bigger than his tiny mom

what is happening

you saw the door opening and excitedly turned to tell him about this one scene when your voice died down in your throat at the sight of him

here was iwaizumi hajime, ultra muscle buff man who gets abs with a simple glance of the gym, wearing an all too-tight pink, cherry blossom print robe that was so tight the tie around it was shaking to keep it together

‘dont’

he whispered and that snapped your remaining surprise to double over in laughter

‘its so cute! iwa-san, youre so cute!’

you shrieked and he growled and hurriedly went to to grab grey sweatpants and a shirt before running straight back to the bathroom

when he finally came back out, his face was still red and he was pouting as he sat next to you back to his seat

he could feel you staring at him while looking constipated as you held your laugh in and the second your eyes met, your giggles fell out

iwa rolled his eyes

‘yes yes let it out’

‘hehe, iwa-san, i didnt know you had that style’

‘it isnt! i didnt want to walk in here practically naked with you in the room!’

he growled and you nodded, still not quite believing it

‘hai hai. just say you like pink, i wont tell’

you waved and iwa felt offended

‘what do you mean ‘hai hai’?! its really not!’

your lips pursed to keep more giggles in and iwa growled again before lunging to grab your sides and tickling you

of course being careful to not touch your wounds

you shrieked at the ticklish feeling and iwa laughed as you made weak attempts to push him off

‘huh? what was that? whatd you say? cant talk anymore, can ya?’

he teased

‘NO!!!! IWA-SAAAAN!!!!!’

you shouted in between your laughter and he finally let up when you squealed out your apologies and promised to never say it again

you breathed air into your lungs and sat back up to recollect yourselves

iwa saw the strands that escaped your bun and they were scattered everywhere looking messy with your flushed cheeks and teary eyes

oh my god you were beautiful

he was so happy that you still kept that smile despite what happened and he was going to fight to keep it there

forever

it was about nearly the end when you finally realized how different iwaizumi’s hair looked

‘oi, iwa-san, your hair is not naturally spiky?’

he continued eating the chips while still watching the movie

‘what would you expect? even shittykawa’s hair is like this. did ya know that he wakes up extra early to curl it into that shitty mess?’

your jaw dropped

‘EEEHHHH???!!!!!!!’

later, you asked him how he does his hair for school and he blindly reached for the gel that was resting on his desk before tossing it to you

‘here’

you looked at it and flickered over to his hair and then you had the greatest realization

‘GODZILLA-SAMA!’

you pointed and he stopped eating, turning to give you a confused look

‘ha?’

you shrieked in an another round of laughter

‘IWA-SAN LIKES GODZILLA-SAMA SO MUCH HE DOES HIS HAIR AFTER HIM!!!!’

you doubled over to the floor, clutching your stomach and iwaizumi’s flustered expression made you laugh harder

he knew you were smart but,,, not this smart

you figured out his secret

the secret he’s hidden since he was practically a toddler

even his best friend, the guy hes known since he was born, never made the connection

yet here you are, figuring it out not even a year of knowing him

was this part of the many reasons he,, felt his heart beat for you?

oikawa was relieved that you had the bright twinkle in your eyes the next time he saw you and you were actively talking to iwaizumi in that early morning practice

‘oh? y/n-chan, is iwa-chan your best friend now?’

he tried not to sound jealous for his own best friend’s closeness to you and he added a teasing smile for extra measure

okay that hurted me a bit

iwaizumi snarled and blasted the volleyball towards his face before he could even yell or shout

‘iwa-san, dont do that’

you chided softly, small hands wrapping around his muscly arm

but iwa patted your head

‘deserving people deserve things to happen to them’

you rolled your eyes but smiled at him

‘hai hai’

the next week, iwa still kept a close eye on you in case someone else decided to mess with you

but you told him that you swear youd tell him if someone did and he trusts you so he backed off a little

one day, he was eating lunch with the other third years in their classroom when you busted through the door, excitedly holding your phone

‘iwa-san! i figured out what country your flag was!’

he was halfway of shoving rice in his mouth when iwa looked at you

‘oh? you couldve just asked me though?’

you pouted and went to pull a chair from another desk to sit beside him

‘nooo. i wanted to work for that information. so you’re from the philippines, iwa-san?’

he nodded proudly

‘yep’

your eyes shone with interest

‘really?! you look japanese so it must be one of your parents. hey, iwa-san, which island are you from? i read about them and they have like 7641 islands-’

the others watched as you read through the article in your phone and iwa wasnt even following your words, instead staring at you with a dazed look and a lovesick smile

mattsun, makki, and oikawa exchanged looks of surprise because in all the years theyve known him especially oikawa, iwa was never interested in girls and such

he was a straight forward man with goals and straight sight to get them done with no distractions like relationships or love

yet here he was

slowly falling in love with you without even knowing he is

he continued to fall with the simplest things about you

from the perfume that you wore everyday to the way you would tuck your hair behind your ear when you were talking to someone

little quirks he used to miss was now being noticed even if you were right behind him and not in his line of vision

now, the boys were starting to see the difference of their precious ace

it was as if when he started to like you, they knew immediately by how he was acting

then one day during practice, you were late and they were all looking around for you and when they couldnt find you, they met back in the gym with nervous looks

iwa was already pacing around, a scary aura radiating off of him, and kindaichi, who went with him to look around the school, warned the others of iwaizumi’s worry

‘he was slamming doors open and he was walking so fast i had to run to even keep up with him’

then you busted through the gym door

you were actually picking up food for the team and sweets and you were held up when makki’s puffs were still being cooked

they rallied around you to make sure you werent hurt and you assured them but iwa pulled them away like picked them up and threw them off to the side and took you in his arms

iwa thought you were hurt and he was so worried something happened to you again

the hug was bone-crushing with how hard he was squeezing you but you felt his worry though and you freed your arms to wrap them around his neck

‘im okay, iwa-san’

you whispered in his ear and he nodded

‘let me hold you for a second’

he mumbled and you nodded

‘oi, theres food in the bags so make sure you eat it all. coach paid for it all so dont leave behind anything’

the mention of the food distracted them from you and iwa and they piled on top of each other to reach their food first

iwa was grateful that you distracted the others from seeing him being vulnerable towards you

‘i thought-’

‘shh,,, you have me right here, right now. safe and sound’

you knew how much seeing you all battered messed him up and his attempt of making you forget about it has been

and his worry of you being gone without no sign of where you went will forever be there and he will always have that thought in the back ofhis mind

the next time you came over, you actually met his parents

since you went home early before, you didnt catch his parents when they came home around 10 minutes after you left

but this time, they were already home with his mom cooking dinner while his father was sitting on the dining chair reading a newspaper

iwa walked through the door, shouting he was home, and you did the same thing to be customary

oof his parents were surprised

his mom turned around to share a look of surprise with her husband

sure they havent seen tooru in a while but they were pretty sure his voice wasnt that high pitched

right?

‘hajime, did you hit tooru so much you ruined his-’

then his mother stopped talking at the sight of you holding iwa’s hand tightly when yall stepped around the corner

you sheepishly smiled at them and bowed your head in greeting

oh my

so this was why iwaizumi hajime-san was really really really handsome

his parents were freaking good looking

like his mother was aphrodite with her flawless melanin skin and doe shaped eyes with a mole under her left eye

and his father was like ares, so handsome yet still manly and his appearance was a special type of good-looking with his buffness and ruffed appearance

‘iwa-san, i didnt know your parents were gods’

you mumbled, still staring at them

iwaizumi choked and coughed, flustered

‘oh my!’

his mother placed a hand over her mouth

‘hello’

his father stood up to walk in front of you and held his hand out

‘i’m hajime’s father’

you let go of hajime’s hand to shake his own with both of your hands

‘really nice to meet you! i’m l/n y/n! seijoh volleyball manager! first year!’

you introduced then stepped aside to fully bow 90 degrees

iwaizumi thought it was so cute of how flustered you were at meeting his parents

‘ay nako! nak, i didnt know you had such a beautiful girlfriend!’

she squealed and hurriedly went to stand in front of you and gently grasped your arms to stand you back straight and took a good look at you

‘youre so beautiful, iha. nice skin, pretty eyes, ang ganda!’

even with your research of tagalog, you didnt quite understand what she was saying

iwa noticed your slightly confused expression and he laughed, tucking his hands in his pockets

‘sorry, my nay speaks in taganese when she gets excited’

‘t-taganese?’

‘tagalog and japanese’

you nodded in understanding

it was time to put your basic reserach to test

‘hello po’

you greeted her and nervously took her hand and pressed the back of it to your forehead before slowly lowering it down and letting go

her wide eyes made you think you did something bad or even offensive!

‘i-i’

‘HAY NAKO, HAJIMEE~!’

she shrieked

‘YUNG-!!! YUNG-!!!’

okay im terrified

iwa noticed his mother’s malfunction and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder and veered her back to her kitchen

‘sorry about her, l/n-chan. its just,,,, hajime hasnt brought home a girl before. and you doing that mustve done it in for her’

you worriedly watched hajime calm his mom down with a smile and talking to her hushed

in their perspective,,,

‘shes so nice, nak! marry her, okay? shes very pretty and she made an effort to please your nanay, so go and marry her!’

ohmylord im nervous

initially, iwa only wanted to go and hang out with you and watch a movie

not have a full dinner with his family

lmao i shouldve told you that youve been friends for months now

his mother cooked sinigang and adobo and more filipino dishes, adding even more when she saw you were joining them

the dining table was covered with a large plate full of food and you were so fascinated because this was a side of iwa that you wanted to know more about

‘wow!’

you said, not thinking, at the deep-fried fish that still had its eyeballs intact

iwa genuinely thought you would’ve shyed away from it in disgust but your eyes were glistening with genuine interest

‘iwa-san! youre so lucky you get to eat this stuff!’

you told him, looking over at his direction

while mrs iwaizumi was lading in the soup into the big bowl, mr iwaizumi was sitting at the dining table, watching your interaction and hajime telling you what each food was and your noises of surprise

he watched his son laugh when you said the palabok reminded you of the orange boy hinata

and he also watched his son look at you so lovestruck and exactly like how he looks at his wife

soon, his mother finished and they rounded the table before saying a quick prayer to bless the food and digging in

‘so, what do you want to start with, iha?’

mrs iwaizumi asked and your wide eyes looked around

‘hm, im not sure. whats your favorite iwa-san?’

you looked to your right towards hajime who was busy eating and stopped before pointing his lips towards a direction

‘that one’

‘hah?’

you asked

mrs iwaizumi laughed at her son’s actions

‘sorry, l/n-chan, my son has adapted my traits. he was pointing to this, adobo. do you want some?’

‘yes please’

the smell made your mouth water and you started to tuck in

maybe it was your managerial instincts, but you used your napkin to wipe hajime’s lips and he was also used to this and turned his head to make it easier for you then he went to grab the water jug and re-fill your glass

once it was done, you both silently went back to eating

his parents watched his exchange and it was like watching a married couple taking care of each other

‘so, l/n-chan, you said you were their manager’

mr iwaizumi started and you nodded, wiping your lips

‘yes. i have been for a while now and please, call me y/n’

‘hajime actually told us he had a new manager for his team and tooru told us too. but we didnt know you were a girl. its just so interesting for hajime to bring you home as he has never really had any female friends’

mrs iwaizumi’s comment made you chuckle and iwa’s eyes widened in embarassment

‘nay! of course ive had female friends! ive had friends from all genders!’

he reasoned but you teasingly smiled at him

‘ah, im not really surprised. iwa-san doesnt exactly have the appearance that girls are brave enough to approach’

he sent you a betrayed glance

‘hah?! what’s that supposed to mean?!’

you shrugged, going back to your food

‘im just saying that you always have this intense look in your eyes and youre always frowning. but its cute so its fine. and besides, i dont think theyve seen you laugh since you dont really smile a lot, iwa-san’

‘but you’ve seen me smile!’

‘eung. but its only to me. if they knew the stuff i knew like you being a godzilla fan or your collection of succelents, theyd see you like oikawa-san’

‘HAH?! YOU SEE ME LIKE SHITTYKAWA?!’

mrs iwaizumi held her husband’s hand on the table as they watched you both bicker and tease each other with a smile

hajime has always been on the rougher side of things and he doesnt really have many close friends other than the team and even then, tooru is the only one he can really be himself around

yet here you are, bringing out the boy hajime really is and making him laugh, a sound his parents dont really hear outside the house

and your eyes

god, your eyes held admiration, life,,,, and you might not know this yet,, but love

her eyes trailed her son who teasingly headbutted you and you faking a surprise and doing the same

then you heard his father’s cough which brought you back to where you were and the situation and the people that were there

you felt embarrassment creeping up inside you and you bowed

‘im sorry for acting like that, iwaizumi-san. i-’

‘no, dont apologize, darling. please, dont’

her soft smile made the nerves in you ease and hajime’s father winked at him and he knew exactly what his father was trying to say

after dinner, you volunteered to wash the plates but they veered you away from there and towards the living room

‘oh my god, pops! stop her!’

hajime whined because he knows what his mother was going to do

she was going to show him his baby pictures

you sat on the beige couch and watched as she reached under the coffee table and revealed a few albums that had iwaizumi hajime written on the cover

‘now, y/n-chan, hajime wasnt always this pouty. in fact, he used to always have a smile on his face and laughed at the littlest things! like right here! a leaf fell on him and he-’

stories of his childhood was exchanged throughout the night and you were laughing so hard that tears were falling out of your eyes while hajime wrapped your shoulders with his arm and he would squeeze you tightly whenever you made fun of him

‘oh dear! iwa-san! you-!’

you didnt finished as you continued to laugh and he sighed

‘nay, can we go eat dessert now?’

he asked his mother and she was beginning to feel sorry for him so she smiled and nodded

‘okay. hajime, come help me’

‘iwaizumi-san, i can-’

‘no, y/n-chan. dont you worry your pretty little head about anything and just look through more of these pictures’

hajime followed his mother to their kitchen before she stopped and turned around

his mother’s height was around 5′1 so she had to look up to meet his eyes and her hands were clasped around his biceps

she is definitely beautiful and he cursed at how little he got from his mother other than her skin color

mrs iwaizumi married her husband and immigrated to japan to have a family and your polite action from earlier moved her as she hasnt experienced that in nearly 2 decades

‘nay, shes,,,, just a friend’

he reasoned, a wobbly smile to cover up his want for that title to change

yet mothers def knows best and saw right through it

she gave him a firm look with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips

‘nak, dont lie to yourself. i raised you to never tell a lie and lying to yourself is considered lying to someone. she’s not your KAibigan, shes your kaIBIGan’

now, hajime knew a little bit of tagalog as his mother made sure he was able to at least speak to his relatives back home

so he got a hint of what she was saying yet was confused

then he realized it

his blush creeped up his neck and he chuckled, ducking his head low to avoid his mother’s eyes

‘nak, listen to me. papunta ka pa lang, pabalik na ako. youre still growing and you may be confused right now, but make sure to think wisely and dont live with regrets. nanay doesnt want you to go through it all by yourself since she knows how hard it was. so please, listen to me and pursue her. shes special, hajime. she makes you so, so happy. i see it in your eyes, her eyes, god has fated you together. i feel it’

now if a filipino mother actually tells their son to go after a girl, thats a pretty big thing as its known that mothers are the hardest to convince and are fiercely protective of their sons, especially if its an only son, but mrs iwaizumi literally tells hajime to go court you because she sees how happy you make him and is willing to let hajime go to you

definitely his mother’s words stuck to him and as he walked you home, he was busy thinking that he was quiet and you were worried as he would be talking right now

‘iwa-san? you okay?’

you asked and he blinked, taken back to reality from his daydream

‘hm, yea’

he answered to look at you

hes been pining for months now and he slipped his hand into yours, holding it tightly

uwu if you want to see iwa moments with y/n, read through the seijoh manager series as theres a lot of them in there

he wanted you yet, he knew it would be selfish of him to keep you in the future

he would be a college student while you’re in your 2nd year

would you want to be so far away from him?

could you handle it?

‘yanno, iwa-san, your dad told me something interesting’

you suddenly said, squeezing his hand and kicking rocks while looking up at the night sky

‘what was it? something embarrassing?’

he immediately feared that they told you that story when he was still potty training and he fell straight into the toilet

‘hmm,,, no. he told me that he met your nanay when she was a high school student and he was a in an intern at your lolo’s company’

iwa listened and he had a smile at how you said the tagalog word for grandfather

‘he said she almost ran him over by her bike and she fled but they met again when she visited your lolo. through that, they became friends and then she confessed to him. apparently, he declined because she was younger than him, although just 3 years, and he was leaving for his own country in a few months so he didnt know if she would wait for him’

were,,,, you reading his mind?

iwa knew of his parents story yet with you telling it, it sounded a million times more interesting

‘yet she promised him. thats it, just a promise. that she would remain faithful to him, she would keep herself for him and when she finally graduates, she would go and find him and they could be happy together. he said it was the longest 3 years of his life yet when he saw in the airport, he felt like the wait was worth it. because he gets to hold the embodiment of happiness in his arms for the rest of his life’

you finished and he hummed

‘times have changed, y/n’

‘even you?’

you stopped walking and he naturally stopped too

‘would you wait for me like he did if i promised myself to you? if i promised you that despite the few years of waiting, i would still be yours and remain yours until we’re ready to be together?’

WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!!!!

iwa’s heart was drumming in his chest and he wanted so desparately to look at you in the eyes but you were making that impossible as your head was bowed and your eyes were fixed on the concrete you both stood on

‘of course, i would’

your head snapped up and e/c clashed with olive eyes

‘i would wait for you. we may,,, be young right now. and they might think we’re,,, being impulsive. but i dont care. because right now, all that matters, is you and me. we can think about the consequences later, but right now, i just want to kiss you’

he admitted, red ears seen by the moonlight

your body shook

‘do it, no balls’

well,,,, he has the balls

and under the moon, at 8:34 pm, iwaizumi hajime kissed you

OML THIS REMINDS ME OF THAT SEIJOH SHORT WHEN HE WAS TALKING TO OIKAWA AND HIS NEIGHBORS ARE LIKE ‘AH SHITE HERE WE GO AGAIN’

it didnt come as a surprise to the team when yall announced your relationship

well,, you both actually didnt tell them outright until like weeks later

what can you say?

you and iwa are very private people and you dont really like to show off in public

even though yall lit rally are stuck to the hip and he does things that he doesnt even think hes doing but he is totally doing

you were only caught by,,, guess who

mrs iwaizumi

it was weeks when she met up with mrs oikawa bc theyre totally best friends and thats why their sons are best friends

she told her of her son’s girlfriend and how sweet you were and how mrs oikawa should be jealous that her son doesnt have a girlfriend like that and the standards for oikawa’s future girlfriend was raised just by that teasing

oikawa literally came into after school practice after a phone call with his mother, fuming

you were talking to kindaichi and yahaba with iwa beside you, arm around your waist totally not obvious guys

and yall just saw an angry oikawa stomping towards yall

‘y/n-chan, iwa-chan, why the hell did my mom just call me and tell me that im not allowed to bring home a girl if she doesnt have h/c with s/c (skin color) and e/c and h/m (height measurement)?’

you shrugged

‘oikawa-san, i’ve never even met your mom before’

but iwa had a hunch

‘ahh,,,, my mom mustve been bragging to your mom. yanno how they are’

oikawa shot him a disbelieving look

‘IWA-CHAN! ITS BAD ENOUGH THAT YOU GOT A GIRLFRIEND AND I DONT! BUT ITS WORSE THAT YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS AFFECTING MY FUTURE ONE!’

he ranted, completely unaware that he just outed your entire relationship to the team

tbh they werent even surprised

like they were all ‘damn now shes taken. but cant say i didnt see that coming’

they took it pretty well too

they know how iwa is and they literally respect this mans and if anything, out of the whole team, he is the best candidate for your boyfriend

dating iwa is totally normal and yall just have increased touches?? like i dont know how to explain like he’s constantly holding your hand or arm around your waist or shoulder etc

literally nothing changed

you still have dinners at his house and iwa also knows your family and all that

and the most important thing is,

he kept that promise

even when he was literally at the other side of the world,

he still remained yours and you kept your own promise and waited patiently for his return

OOOOO TIMESKIP IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETE TRAINER

a little girl with bouncing dark brown hair was giggling as she maneuvered herself around the tall people

a shout from her parents and little sister was only making her run faster until she crashed into the legs of the person she’s been looking for

his blue jersey was similar to hers and she raised her arms up with a bright smile

‘uncle!’

she yelled and he chuckled before hoisting her up to his arms

‘ah, reyna-chan, didnt mom and dad tell you to wait for them? look! tala-chan is crying because you left her’

she followed his finger to her little sister, who was in her father’s arms, crying and reaching out for her

‘nee-chan!’

she screeched

finally, her parents were there and you were scolding her for running off

‘reyna, just dont do that again’

you said and she nodded, pouting and holding her uncle’s thumb

‘thank you, tooru-san. i dont know what i would do if she got lost’

oikawa grinned then gently patted the hat-covered head of the newborn baby girl that was strapped to your chest

‘hehe, its okay, y/n-chan. after all! uncle is always there to save reyna-chan!’

she shrieked when he held her up and hajime shook his head in his antics

‘where’s the others? i saw them in the stands but-’

he was cut off when he heard the shouts and yells from the other side that could only belong to your boys

‘woooo!!!!’

kindaichi’s voice echoed through the place and mattsuhana were rushing to greet their goddaughters

tala shyly accepted the arms of mattsun while makki was squealing quietly when darna was holding his finger tightly as she slept

‘taka-san, wanna hold her? she’s easier to hold when she’s sleeping’

‘oh can i?’

his eyes held the stars as the 11-month-old raised her fist then lowered it back down, sleep still heavy on her

‘waaa~ darna-chan is growing really quickly’

kunimi whispered, peering over his senpai to look at the baby whos eyes kept fluttering

you chuckled while looking at oikawa and him playfully bouncing reyna

‘tooru-san, congratulations on your win. it seems you’ve beaten hajime this time’

you complimented and the brunette smiled brightly at you, adjusting the little girls in his arms

‘ei, y/n-chan, i’ll beat him next time, and next time and the next time!’

every time he said ‘next’ he gave his goddaughter a kiss on her cheek making her giggle

your husband was pouting at the reminder of japan’s loss and you reached over to wrap your arms around him causing hajime to turn his head away from you

‘aww, my 4th baby is sad now’

you cooed and cupped his face delicately on your hands making him sulk and whine

the others, watching the scene, continue to be surprised at this side of their captain that remains to only be caused by you

‘ugh, nearly a decade later and theyre still sappy’

yahaba gagged and watari slapped his back

‘let them be happy’

‘come on! im in the mood for spaghetti! you like spaghetti, tala-chan?’

‘eung!’

mattsun cheered with kindaichi and she raised her hands to share the same energy

once everyone was situated in a restaurant and ordered, small talks were shared around the table of the past

‘haha, spaghetti is how your baba found out about you, tala-chan’

yahaba’s comment made the walking group laugh at the memory of seeing the video you sent in the seijoh group chat

‘i wanted to be creative with my second child since my firstborn was revealed by this loudmouth’

oikawa winced at the indirect diss at him

‘y/n-chan! i was really excited to find out i was going to be an uncle!’

‘youre already an uncle, bakakawa!’

hajime has toned down the insults to keep it pg for the children

‘but-!’

they started to argue, the oldest daughter looking disinterested as she sees this happening or hearing it whenever her dad and uncle video chat

‘it took me forever to find a ‘prego’ pasta sauce in the grocery store like i dont know why. was there a shortage?’

you complained, remembering the frustration

your fellow first years snickered at you and kindaichi prodded fun at you

‘is that why you just outright told him you were pregnant the day you found out?’

you rolled your eyes and watched makki and mattsun and tala watch the youngest as she wiggled her fists in the air and was awake enough to babble ‘makki’ over and over again

that was her first word and although she is now able to say a few words, she still repeats her first word over and over again

‘we had a fight and it just came out so of course i didnt have time to prepare!’

you defended and hajime finished his antics with oikawa just as you said that

‘what-what was your words again? ‘i really want to push you off the roof right now but i want my baby to meet their bastard father first?’‘

you gasped at that regretful statement and punched him in the arm

‘hajime! stop!’

you whined and covered your face with the sleeves of your his hoodie

‘hehe, y/n, you should do that again’

kyotani teased and you glared at him

‘shut up kyotani’

eyebrows were raised

‘eh? are you more hormonal?’

‘do you realize you already have 3 daughters?’

‘iwaizumi-san really wants to have a volleyball team family’

‘at least wait a year and a half, you animals’

‘so,, like hes that good huh?’

hajime growled and leaned over to intimidate but you snarled and jumped on your feet, being held back by the arms by kindaichi and hajime to stop yourself from leaping across the table to kill yahaba

‘keep talking like shite and i’ll make sure none of you become the godfather of this baby’

okay what

one, did you just curse

and two, this baby?!

‘im big sister again?!’

reyna ruined the surprised silence and then chaos ensued

‘WHAT!’

‘BABY?!’

‘THIS BABY?!’

you just realized what you said and smirked at the chaos you created and sat back down, leaning on the back of the chair and smugly taking a sip of your water

‘oh the power i hold in my hands’

you teased and oikawa pointed at you

‘when! how long!’

you looked at hajime who was so shocked that his eyes glazed over and a passerby wouldve thought he was dead

‘apparently 3 months’

oikawa started counting and his eyes widened at that thought

‘you-! you stayed in argentina! in my house! my house-!’

‘yep. both of them created under your house’

what

!!!!!

hajime fainted

oikawa screamed

a/n: okay i admit i got a little too carried away with this one. i just love filo!iwa and this was mostly written in his pov bc cmon we all know we love iwa and fell in love w him the moment we saw him

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years ago

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See you at Enzo’s? Seven o’clock? (Sriracha, Part 30.)

Description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could keep you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: The summer of 1985 started just amazing - you were still in love with the same man, Eleven was in love and had a lot of friends and everything just seemed to be going great... That was until...

A/N: I don’t have any. I’ll be just crying in the corner, okay? Since I can’t really stick to the original, here, have Enzo’s - a date at Enzo’s. Also, this chapter may seem to short, but it is maybe the most important in the whole damn series. Inspired by Eulogy and Aftermath by Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein.

Word count: 1.6 K

Tagging: @nemodoren @creedslove @missdictatorme

Master list: H E R E

While Joyce, Murray, and Smirnoff were arguing in the back, Hopper was staring at the phone for a fair amount of time. It worked. It always worked. They fought the evil and they had one each round. Why was he so nervous? Maybe because he was in Indianapolis at Murray’s basement and not in the radius where you could just tell him that he's acting like a dumbass. Maybe it was because Eleven and the kids were somewhere in Hawkins and the Russians could harm them any time they would like to. Maybe it was because he was worried that the Russian Terminator might find you and harm you while he wasn't there to protect you. It could be multiple reasons. Or it could be because this time, it wasn't a monster they were fighting against.

The Russians were humans. Intelligent and dangerous like any other human being. This could be his final stop - the endgame. He was standing in the corner for a long time, playing with a Polaroid of you, him and Eleven sitting under the Christmas tree at Joyce’s dressed up in the ugliest Christmas sweaters you could get - it was just minutes before kids ran off to play with their new toys and went to have a snowball fight right after. And for the first time, in a long time, he didn't feel invincible at all. Jim felt terrified on the inside, he felt alone and strangely numb.

"Are you good?" - Joyce came into the room with a blank expression. She knew that something is wrong when she saw Hopper, the typical macho man, tearing up while holding a photo. He didn't answer out loud but he nodded, hiding the photo away in his wallet again. - "Yeah. Don't play the tough guy on me now. I know you're not good. I'm not good as well." - Joyce told him, walked next to him and leaned into the same table he was leaning in.

"But everything's gonna work out, Hopper. Don't be stressed about it, we can make it." - She held his palm in yours, smiling at him sadly. - "Y/N’s safe, El and the kids are safe, this is an inside and out mission." - She told him. She wasn't lying entirely - her best wish was for the things to work out as they planned to. And she was trying to convince herself that it is indeed going to work out.

"But you should call her, just to be sure. it will calm you down as well. Tell her that you love her and care for her because that girl’s still a fool for a jackass like you. And tell her I say hi." - Joyce patted Hopper’s shoulder and left to sit at the table with Murray and Alexei once again. Hopper tried to prepare himself for having a call with you, he lit up a cigarette, taking a shaky breath in once he started to ring the bistro’s number. You had a shift that day again. You always worked damn hard and that was a thing he grew to adore.

"Ada’s here, Marty’s Bistro, Hawkins. What can I do for you?" - Your older colleague asked with a light tone and for a moment, Hopper hesitated. Was he able to go through this... Sort of a goodbye call? Even if it was just to be sure if anything goes wrong.

"Yea, yea. Hopper here, may I speak to Y/N?" - He asked politely and he could hear his damn voice shaking after each word. You’d notice that something's wrong. And that was why Jim knew that you loved him.

"Hey, hey. Hi. I haven't heard from you in two last days. Is everything alright? You're calling on a busy day." - You said your greetings with such an energy that it made Jim scoff with a laughter a bit. You laughed back.

"It’s nothin’. Just work goin’ downhill, you know the drill." - Hopper answered with a bit happier tone, looking at the Christmas photo once again. You sighed.

"Are you sure that you're good? You disappeared out of Hawkins, you're nowhere to be found. Eleven’s running around with Max, she broke up with Mike and now I'm alone at my mom’s because either of you is at home. Is something going on? And be honest." - You begged quietly, trying to make a joke out of that, yet failing miserably. Hopper could tell you what was going on, but that would be just dumb and putting you in danger in the process.

Until that day, you still hadn't any idea that Eleven has superpowers, you didn't know where Will got lost in 1983 and what a Demogorgon even is. And with telling you all about the Russians, Jim would've to tell you about the Lab and the rest at well. So he just decided to shut up.

"I'm sorry about that, baby. Boys from the state just wanted our help with somethin’ and you know the cops from the state. You remember the fall of ’83." - He mumbled with a soft, quick and quiet laugh. And so you laughed in the same manner.

"I was just worried, Jim. When are you coming back? I thought that maybe we could go to see a movie to Starcourt with Eleven if you'd agree to." - You asked excitedly, clearly putting a lot of thought into that idea alone. You always put emotions into your ideas - you put emotions into checking on him one lonely night of the summer of ’83, you put emotions into turning your car back to Hawkins, not leaving him behind. You put your whole heart into assuring Eleven that you’re indeed your mom. You were just a wonderful person and it took his breath away every single time he had realized again.

"I was thinkin’ a dinner, maybe?" - He got out of himself after a while. - "Just you and I, havin’ dinner."

"What is this, Jim, a date proposal?" - You giggled to the phone and the panic inside of him got to a whole new level. What was he doing? Jim had to only assure himself that you're good and that the Soviets hadn't laid a single finger on you. This was similar to giving himself some false hope that maybe, just maybe, tomorrow will be better before he met you.

"Maybe it is." - Jim whispered, suddenly having a dry throat even if he was sweating like hell.

"I don't want to be the once whos breaking the things to you, but you and I, my dear Hopper, are dating for two years. We are, in fact, engaged, do you remember that?" - You laughed happily from the other side, but then you continued. - "But what about Enzo’s? That... Rings a bell. Sounds nice."

"On Friday?"

"Yeah, you're picking me up." - You sighed into the phone and he could just imagine how you're smiling at that moment, shaking your head at that. - "Around eight?"

"I have a daughter, ma’am and she likes to watch Magnum, so I can't be out that late. It starts at nine." - He made himself answer, not wanting the small moment you were having to end. But this conversation was almost over and you both knew it.

"At seven it is, sir, you have yourself a date." - You mumbled and yelled something at Ada, laughing at her response. - "Listen, I'm really sorry but I need to go. People are coming in like crazy, there's not an empty table, would you believe that, Hop?" - You asked with amazement. So the call was over. And Hop didn't know if he would get any other chance to call you again and to hear just your voice alone.

"Got it. I just... I can't imaging being around Hawkins without you, do you know that?" - Hopper asked and that rose a red flag for you. You told him that. You told him that Hawkins would never be the same without him in it. It was that one sentence that meant the whole universe to both of you, just a small one, but that universe was yours. And you got a feeling that this small universe is somehow threatened. But then you calmed yourself down. You doubted these things many times and you were just overreacting. Hopper was just missing you and he was being sweet for once. That was it.

"I've heard that somewhere, baby. So, Friday, Enzo’s, see you there. I love you, be careful." - You said and yelled something to Ada as you put the phone down. The line slowly went silent and Hopper just stood there, looking at that damn picture, trying to get a hold on his feelings, which was kind of hard.

You seriously hadn't any idea what you've caused at that moment. How could you? Everyone was leaving you in the dark about the true side of Hawkins for almost two years, so you were just a normal woman living there. What was unusual about your fiancé asking you out on a date? Nothing. It was just sweet. And maybe, he was just really missing you when he called you - that was he sounded like he's going through serious torture.

Neither you or Hop knew that this call was the last time you'd hear each other. If you knew, the call would go way differently than you rushing off to work. And to be honest, you hated yourself for it.

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zankivich · 5 years ago

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Can’t Help Falling in Love with You: Werewolf!Shawn x Black Reader: In My Blood Universe

a/n: hiya. This is a companion piece to In My Blood which you can read HERE if you haven’t yet. I really loved those characters and Shawn was MADE to write werewolf AUs for, and MADE for to write fall AUs for. I wrote this one day when I was really sad that I couldn’t go the apple orchard this year. She (the story) makes me feel warm and soft. I hope you like. K bye.

*Shawn’s point of view*

Fall is her favorite season. Which means that fall quickly becomes his favorite season. And not out of blind allegiance to his mate either, but because she became actually the cutest human being in the world more than usual in the fall. It was the cozy sweaters, the leggings that were so soft and melded to the curve of her thighs with ease, the scarves that she made with her own two hands. How was he not meant to fall even deeper in love with her in the fall? It was ridiculous.

He’s sitting on the living room couch with Brian and Zeubin discussing parameter checks for the week when she plops down on one of the chairs and lets loose a dramatic sigh for the whole room to hear. He pauses and stares at her, a grin forming on his lips, but ultimately keeps speaking. When y/n doesn’t get the attention of her mate immediately she decides to plop more aggressively against her chair and sigh louder. You know, like an adult?

“Darling, is something bothering you?” He asked, pausing his conversation.

She peered over at him with what he liked to call her bambi eyes. They were as effective as they were ridiculous.

“Me? Oh nothing.” She hummed.

“You sure?”

“Oh I’m sure!”

The problem with the fact that she was lying was that once he thought about the fact that she clearly wanted something, he couldn’t really think of anything else. It was the problem with being mated to someone. He was designed to serve her. It was his moral compass of sorts. Making sure that she was happy and taken care of and satisfied. So, despite the fact that he had actual shit to do, it would all have to wait. The love of his life needed something after all.

“We’ll finish this later.” He muttered already getting up to head over to her.

“Annnnnd conversation over.” Brian chuckled.

She was in his Harvard sweatshirt and a pair of shorts so when his fingers tugged at her legs to make room for him to squish into the small space, he can marvel a little at the feel of her thighs. It helps that she immediately falls into him, throwing her legs over his lap, and her arms around his neck.

“Baby,” He cooed softly into her ear. “why don’t you just tell me what’s wrong? Maybe I can fix it.”

“Apples.” She mumbled.

“I’m sorry?”

“I want apples.”

Needless to say he was a little confused.

“Oh...well I think we might have one in the kitchen, love? Is that all you were upset about?”

She rolled her eyes and cupped his cheeks in her hands. She was really beautiful. And a little scary. HIs favorite combination of hers.

“I don’t want those sad ass apples, Shawn. I want them straight from the tree. I wanna go to an apple orchard! But your sad ass town doesn’t have one of them. I already looked.” She whined.

“Awww. Babe, I’m sorry. You’d know I move us closer to one if I could.”

He rubbed gently at her back beneath her--his--sweatshirt as he worked to console his mate.

Her eyes widened. “Wait can we do that?”

“Do what?”

“Move!”

He chuckled softly. “Not quite, sweetheart. It’s kinda hard to protect the town, if I don’t live in it.”

She sighed and nestled her head against his shoulder, her fingers hidden in the sleeves of his sweater. The frustration and sadness on her was difficult for him to swallow. He hated seeing her so down, and he hated more than anything that he couldn’t do anything about it. It might be as simple as an apple, but his heart didn’t know that. All his heart knew was that she was sad, and that everything in him wanted that not to be the case. And so he would fix it. Because her heart desired it.

***

*Y/n’s point of view*

You loved the house in the fall. Shawn’s land was all hidden, a forest of greenery and trees, so when they all began to turn it was the most beautiful array of colors that one had ever seen. On the weekends, you loved nothing more than curling up in the living room with all the windows and knitting while Shawn played guitar. Your home, though only a few miles away from the pack house felt sacred, felt like your own space, and Shawn did everything to keep it that way. All pack and general wolfy business was there. When he came home, he was yours and no one else's. The way you liked it.

He’d gotten out of bed that morning far too early for you. One moment he was wrapped around you, arms warm and solid and firm. The next moment the bastard was letting you go. Rude.

“No.” You whined rolling over to snuggled deeper into his chest. “Mine.”

He chuckled softly. “Your’s, aye? I’m no longer a person?”

“You can be a person all you want.” You mumbled, eyes still closed. “Just as long as you stay in bed while you do it.”

You felt his lips begin to press along your hairline where your skin and bonnet met. He dipped down to your neck and nibbled slightly at the skin. Just enough to piss you off.

“I need to go to the main house to check on things, love. I’ll be back. You know that.” He whispered.

You opened your eyes finally to see him looking at you. Gentle and smirking and sexy as all hell. It was ridiculous.

“I want you here.” You argued. “In bed. With me. Holding me. Don’t I deserve that?”

He nodded. “You do. You deserve the world. Which is why as soon as I’m done checking to make sure everything is okay, I’m going to come back here and make you breakfast.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shawn your breakfast sandwiches are not going to stop me from being annoyed this time.”

“No?” He asked softly. “Not even if I took you on an adventure afterwards?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“An adventure?”

“An adventure. But...you know, if you’ll still be angry with me, I could always call and cancel. Let me just--”

He went to grab his phone off the nightstand and you immediately tackled him back down into the bed. Shawn’s alpha-ness had nothing on the power of you being his mate. He fell to you immediately. And then of course quickly rolled you over to show who was still in power. At least in his mind.

“Okay, okay! Go be an alpha or whatever. And then come back. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned. “I love it when you get all dominant on me. Now get that ass over here and kiss me good morning.”

Mmmm. Love.

So, while Shawn was off doing his job, you took the liberty to slide into one of his sweaters and went about making breakfast yourself. Just because home boy worked at a coffee shop didn’t mean you couldn’t throw down too. By the time Shawn came back you were pulling bacon out of the oven and toasting your english muffins for some eggs benedict. When his arms wrapped around you, it felt like home. Like you never wanted to be anywhere else. And that was how you knew he was everything.

“Did you miss me?” He hummed moving your curls out of the way to best kiss your cheek.

You shrugged. “Little bit.”

“Little bit, aye? I missed you a lot-a-bit.”

“Yea?”

“Mhm.”

“Well then I guess I missed you too maybe.” You smiled.

“Yea, alright. Come here already.”

He kissed you silly against the kitchen counter until your english muffins burned and you had to remake them. It was worth it.

If fall was your favorite season then your favorite part of fall was the shift in Shawns’ wardrobe. Nothing made you more soft and happy than that man in a big ole sweater and tight skinny jeans. He was the epitome of warmth and softness and it just gave you everything that you needed. Despite him running 102 degrees on a cold day, he continued to implement the sweaters into his wardrobe for your own benefit, and that ladies and gentlemen is why you loved him so much.

“What are you smiling at so hard over there?” He chuckled, sliding his watch onto his wrist.

There was nothing you could do or say but to run up to him and hide your face in his sweater. When his arms wrapped around you, it was all comfort. You wondered endlessly where this man had been your entire life. It was so rude to only discover him now.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your head.

You smiled up at him, head tucked beneath his chin.

“Me too. So much.”

A ride in Shawn’s jeep was always a good way to spend the day. The rain today was more of a mist than a downpour which meant it surrounded the car on all sides cozily as he sped through the streets. You quickly passed through all of the houses and stores in town before heading out of the limits and towards the city. You peered out the window in interest, with zero idea where your mate might be taking you. Things got more confusing when instead of heading for the exit that would take you to the city, Shawn kept going farther and farther away from anything that might look like an adventure. Needless to say you were a bit confused.

“Babe, where are you taking me?” You asked peering around as the trees turned to fields of corn and grass.

“It’s a surprise, honey. Be patient.”

Patience. Not in a Black woman’s DNA.

Another thirty minutes go by. And then another fifteen. At this point your knee is bouncing in anticipation. The rain had stopped, leaving behind soft, muted grey clouds. You were just about to ask your boyfriend again where exactly the hell you were going, when finally a glimpse of life appeared. A sign. But not just any sign. A sign with a big ass apple on it.

You reach out involuntarily and grabbed his arm with all your might and shook.

“No you fucking didn’t!”

He laughed. “Surprise, sweetheart.”

“H--How! How did you find it?”

“Just took a little digging. You’re right that there’s not one in town, and there’s not on in the city. But two cities over we have: Peggy’s Orchard. You happy?”

“Yes! Yes! This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me! Let’s go!”

Without the rain around you’re free to pick your apples in peace. You take time to pull them from the trees and eat and share with Shawn. He holds your hand and picks the apples from the top of the tree when you need him to, which is often because the best apples are always at the top of the tree. Children run around with their parents, playing games between the trees. It smells like fall and feels like fall. It’s everything you wanted and more. Cause he’s there. Which makes it infinite.

“I love seeing you happy.” He admitted quietly as you tucked another full bag of apples into the back of his jeep.

“Huh?”

You turned around only to find him standing right in front of you. He moved closer still, using his hips to press yours intimately against the back of the jeep. His hands joined your hips and you practically melted into him.

“You’re just so beautiful to me when you’re happy. I mean you’re beautiful to me always but...I just wanna make you happy for the rest of forever okay?”

You smiled and tucked your face into the warmth of his neck.

“I love you so much.” You mumbled taking a second to still yourself against him. “Ew. We’re so incredibly sappy.”

He reached to skim his fingers along the back of your neck. They were so warm that you shivered.

“It’s okay to be sappy every now and again, I think. As long as I’m with you.”

After apple picking, he takes you to this amazing little village that’s set up with different activities for kids and adults alike. There are caramel apples galore and apple cider and caramel popcorn. It’s everything you loved about fall and the person you loved most. He wrapped his arm around you as you walked and took pictures in the hay with you. It was clear that this day mattered a lot you, and knowing that Shawn cared enough to put the effort in meant a lot.

“Can we get the biggest pumpkin we can find?” You asked as you came across the pumpkin patch. “I’ve never been with someone with werewolf strength who could carry it to the car.”

Shawn laughed wide and bright and perfect. Ugh.

“‘Course we can, sweetheart. Whatever you want.”

It’s a cumbersome process. The perfect pumpkin doesn’t just reveal itself easily. You have to search for it. You have to rub your fingers across the curves of the pumpkin. You have to become one with the pumpkin. The wild part is that he’s right there beside you the entire time. He knocks against the side of the pumpkins listening for the hollowness that you described to him. He rolled them over in search of that weird green stuff that sometimes appeared. He was in it with you, and he didn’t rush you or get annoyed or angry. You were having fun and so was he. And it felt like one of the most special days you’d ever had. Just you and him.

When you find the pumpkin, it’s so beautiful you could cry. It’s so big you couldn’t lift it if you used every muscle in your body. It was tall and round with a nice long stem on the end. Shawn picked it up with ease and brought it back to the car with promises of carving it together. He was again maybe the most perfect thing in the world.

“What do you say we go get some cider and sit by the bonfire before we head home?” He murmured when the pumpkin was put away. “I don't want this day to end yet.”

You smiled so hard you could feel the stretch in your cheeks.

“Yes. Absolutely.”

The bonfire at the center of the village seemed to be the beacon for couples and families. As night overtook the tiny town seemingly in the middle of nowhere, a chill set it. Shawn had wrapped a blanket from his truck around your shoulders and doubled up with his own arm. You got to lean your head against his shoulder and drink apple cider while staring at the fiery embers. It felt like home. You never knew that you could crave someone’s physical proximity so much. That you could just enjoy the essence of another being in the way that Shawn’s seemed to bring endless comfort to you. Part of it was that you were mates, sure, but you had a feeling that without it you still would have been drawn to him. He was like the sun. Just endlessly warm and kind and giving. You seemed to take up his entire line of vision, as if you were all that mattered even if you were far from it. You wondered if he knew that he was all that you saw too.

“Hey.” You murmured head nuzzling deeper into his neck.

You pressed a kiss there and love the way you could feel his body react.

“I love you.”

His arm tightened around you tugging you closer until there wasn’t an ounce of space between you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and placed his hand on your knee.

“I love you too, pup.”

You squirmed slightly in his hold. “I hate when you call me pup.”

“How come? I like it so much. You are my little pup.” He chuckled before sobering up. “You’re my mate, you know? My everything.”

You tilted your head up and he was already there staring at you with his eyes all big and warm and brown. It’s too much and he knows it, but you’ve always been helpless to stop him.

“Fine. Pup it is then.”

You turned to look back into the fire, the smoke and the heat swaddling you like a perfect cocoon. Shawn’s arms never left you.

“Hey. I--I have something for you.”

You pulled the blanket a little tighter around your shoulders and looked on as he stuffed his hand in his pocket.

“Shawn, I really think you’ve given me more than enough today. Seriously, today’s been perfect.” You assured him.

His oversized hand settled onto your knee, fingers curled loosely in a fist as he smiled.

“I know. Today has been perfect. But, that doesn’t mean I couldn’t make it a little better, right?”

“And just how could you possibly make this day any better?”

He unfurled his hand and stared down at your knee.

“What are you--”

You may have gasped and jumped back from him a bit. It probably wasn’t exactly the response he was looking for, but how else is one meant to respond to such a thing?

“It’s my mom’s.” He breathed softly holding the ring closer to you so that the light of the fire would make the diamonds light up. “My dad gave it to her. She uh she wanted me to have it once she found out we were mates. She wanted you to have it. I wanted you to have it.”

You bit your lip and sniffled as your eyes began to dampen.

“Is it...What’s it for?”

He smiled up you, his own eyes wet as well.

“Well it’s for you. If you want. And I--I would be for you, forever, if you want.” He mumbled before chuckling nervously. “We’d be married, basically. I’m asking you to marry me. I’m just doing a shitty job of it.”

“Yes.”

His eyes widened and he turned to you.

“Yea?”

“Yea! Are you kidding me? YES!”

You leapt into his arms and he caught you just as you were pressing your lips to his. You could taste the salt of tears and you couldn’t tell if they were yours or his, you just knew that it was the happiest you’d ever felt in your whole life. The people around you, having caught on to the tiny proposal, clapped and cheered, but even that was hard to recognize when the greatest person you’d ever known asked you to be his forever and ever. In the realm of mates, it meant so little, but in the realm of human beings it meant a lot. It was another example of Shawn meeting you where you were at, of making life as easy as humanly possible for you. It was more than you could ever ask for.

“I love you.” He mumbled still pressing his lips over and over again to your cheeks. “Can I take you home now?”

“Yes. Let’s go home.” You smiled.

And just like that you walked hand in hand towards the car, bonfire long forgotten. He only let go of your hand for the time that it took him to walk to his side of the car and get in. But then your fingers quickly intertwined again, the smooth metal of the ring touching his skin. You held hands the whole way home, the night caressing you on all sides except for the brightness of the moon. You had never felt more at home, more safe, more loved.

The end.

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tern-rp · 4 years ago

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K - Ending The Contract.

Content Warning: Graphic Violence.

Khartsakhan, years ago, made it policy to find out who placed the bounty before he completed a job. A function of security more than anything. He never cared why someone needed to die. He never wondered about the details behind the request. But, he always found a name that could be tied back to it if he needed it. He'd killed people that put the bounty out for the most pathetic reasons. A man that could not keep his mate would order the murder of the man his wife slept with... A man who was angry another bested him in a fight would order the other's death. Regardless of explanation, though, he always delivered. He didn't care about those people's lives. He didn't care about what they wanted or who they knew, where their lives were going. He collected his gil and left the rest behind him. He'd never meet them again anyway. So, when a bounty hit close to home, struck near his own heart -- it was something that required severe, brutal attention. And he, being a creature of method and habit, knew exactly who he needed to see about the bounty he'd been called to deliver on. The only second one in his life he could not and would not complete.

Determined, his tired body lumbered forward, pressing into a building he had no ownership over. His whole hand grabbed the face of another man that approached him with a 'you can't be here', a highlander with brown eyes and short, choppy hair, and he shoved him back into the wall with a violent force that had the board splintering behind the man's back and bouncing head. In that room there were six men, one of which sat at a desk with a cigar hanging from his ugly, thick lips. He had beady eyes like a bird but he was big. A Roegadyn that had made a name for himself in Ul'dah... Carved out his place in the business of smuggling and drug peddling. Goretswryx: some dumb name he created because the one his parents gave him at birth was too pathetic. His green skin looked grey in the low light, color proven when he re-lit his cigar with a new match after having left it to smother itself in ash while he argued with the short and stocky man to his left. The two were pouring over pages with common scribble on them. Ledgers, likely. Their business didn't matter, though. Those beady eyes looked up as Khartsakhan shoved the other into the wall and he beamed, pulling the butt of the cigar from his mouth. "You're that guy that took my job, right? Some fuckin' name I can't say. You look like shit -- must be done, right?" Khartsakhan paused in the center of the room, his lance in his left hand, held in perfect parallel to the ground with the sharp end pointed toward his targets. "Yea," he said. "Job's done. But she's not dead. You can drop the bounty and walk away from this alive -- or you can threaten me and die. You have ten seconds to decide." His jaw clenched, those muscles pushing in and out over and over as those desert colored eyes landed on that man with all the weight he'd been carrying for over four turns. Every moment of weakness, every moment of sadness, hate, uncertainty, longing. Everything. He tapped his foot as if keeping time. Goretswyrx pulled his cigar from his mouth, staring for a moment. "Ah --" he leaned back in his chair, motioning to the men at his sides. "You're, uh.. Outnumbered here buddy. Not the best place to be makin' a threat, hm? What -- the bitch too good for you?" "No," Khartsakhan said, turning his lance in his hand as he lightened his step, moving his weight to the balls of his feet. "She's too good for /you./" With a quick twist, his lance impaled the man on his right that he'd just shoved into the wall, sticking him against that wall as he choked out blood when it rapidly filled his throat. He stared forward at nothing, dying quickly, head falling forward. Goretswyrx stood, pulling his gun off of the top of his desk and yanking the hammer back immediately, pointing it at Khartsakhan. Without a thought the criminal fired... And all hell broke loose. Khartsakhan took the shot to his shoulder and as he still stalked forward, Gore panicked and yelled for his men to kill the attacker. They were cut down quickly, though, with the graceful twirling of his lance. Those were a bunch of morons that carried a weapon like it was the only tool for murder they had. Inexperience. Fear forcing hesitation as they watched their friend before them lose their life one after the other. A wooden chair flew through the air, smashing into Goretswyrx's body as Khartsakhan lunged for another. He wrestled the man, one of the only three left, for moments before he brutally beat him to death. Thrown elbows and balled fists smashing into his face over and over until his knuckles bled and cracked, until those hits sounded like he was punching the mud rather than a face. The other wrapped his arms around Khartsakhan's neck, squeezing tight... And he felt the man pinch his airway shut with his thick arms. He stood, over a fulm taller than the man that choked him from behind, bearing his weight as his legs dangled. And, as Khartsakhan stood Goretswyrx shot him again, caring little for the man dangling over his shoulders as the bullet ripped through his side and into the other. Blood trickled from the corners of his lips as he flipped the man over his shoulders, lurching forward toward his own knees... Where the criminal's henchman fell hard on his back, suddenly without air and looking up at the bloody face of an angry and unexpected fate. Until the bottom of a well made shoe replaced the image time and time again where the man underfoot eventually was no longer identifiable. With a heavy, tired breath, Khartsakhan's attention shifted to his final target and he smiled. Red-stained teeth bared in a terrifying, wild look like he was drunk off the violence. Gore was without bullets. He counted them. He knew... But apparently the Roe didn't. Goretswyrx pulled the trigger and when nothing happened he panicked. Stalking forward, adrenaline powered Khartsakhan ahead as he rasped. "You don't deserve a quick death... But I do." He kicked the desk toward the Roegadyn, the heavy wood crushing into the man's knees to knock him back against the wall. The bounty hunter jumped on the desk, immediately bringing a knee to Gore's ugly green face. Another man he beat to death. He didn't need or want his weapon for him. He wanted to feel the life drain out of his body with every hit. Years and years of hatred and suffering taken out on a man that had no idea, when he requested Shii's death, what was coming to him. He didn't know. He wouldn't have cared either... But he came to learn. Only moments before his death, he got to learn. And he couldn't even say he was sorry with a broken jaw and a crushed nose and sightless, bleeding eyes. He could feel Khartsakhan's pain before he was given what his attacker could never have: Relief.

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jungkookiebus · 6 years ago

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Grammy Fuck (m)

A/N: Just as the title states, this is a Grammy fuck, haha. I based this off a dream someone told me they had. It’s just a quick little drabble. :)

Genre: Smut

Pairings: idol!Jimin x Reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral (m receiving), they fuck in a dressing room, it’s quick but hey who wouldn’t want to fuck Jimin at the Grammys.

The red carpet was swarmed with people. Your insides buzzed with excitement and nervousness as you held the small voice recorder in your hand. Miles stood beside you fiddling with the camera.

“Stop fidgeting,” he said while checking the memory card was inserted properly.

“This is my first time at the Grammys.” You tried to look brave, but your voice wavered.

“Well, it’s not mine. It’ll all happen so quickly you won’t know your head from your ass, and it’ll be over before you know it.”

“Very helpful.”

Miles just shrugged. “The truth is all.”

You heard the swell of voices rise around you as cars started to pull up curbside to let out the night’s invited celebrities. You readied yourself at the edge of the barricade in hopes of getting a small interview with anyone.

After many failed attempts, Miles sighed heavily beside you.

“Really, ______, you gotta put yourself out there. These people have been doing this for years. You have to be cutthroat if you’re going to get any interview.”

He was right. If you were going to drag yourself back to your new job with nothing, you knew for sure you’d be out on the street come Monday. That’s when you saw them. The first k-pop group to grace the red carpet at the Grammys. This was your chance to get the interview everyone at that barricade coveted.

Their leader, Namjoon(…was that his name?), was doing his best to talk to as many people as possible. You wracked your brain for names, but in your nervousness your mind fucked you over and dumped all information you had stored there. Fuck, fuck, fuck. How could you be so fucking stupid? All the other members followed dutifully behind looking like supermodels on the runway. Putting on a brave face you set your shoulders and took a deep breath.

“Go for it, girl,” Miles whispered behind you.

“Excuse me!” you yelled over the din of voices around you. There were several people on both sides of you that were desperately trying to get the attention of the group. You hoped you didn’t look too desperate. “Would you mind answering a few questions?” You really hoped he would choose you to stop with next. Handlers were moving them along so as not to hold up the rest of the people exiting their cars.

The pink haired boy tapped Namjoon’s shoulder and pointed in your direction. Or did he? Were you imagining things? Your palms began to sweat as the group shuffled in your direction. Oh god, they were coming to you. This was really happening. A smile was plastered across his face as he nodded in your direction as he drew closer.

“Show time,” Miles said beside you bringing his camera up to film your interview.

“Hello!” Namjoon said with a slight bow as he firmly planted himself in front of you and smiled down brightly.

They were all so tall…and so beautiful. You almost forgot to breathe for a second as you took in all seven faces smiling back at you with kindness and patience. You could do this.

“Hi!” you said brightly. Fuck. Were you overdoing it? You bet you looked like the biggest goober that graced the red carpet in the history of ever. You were already making a mental list of things you would need to do when you had to find a new job.

There were randomly shouted hi’s and hello’s in your direction. A blonde head popped around the shoulder of Namjoon.

“Hello I am Jin. Worldwide Handsome,” he said while extending his hand towards you.

You laughed as his large hand swallowed yours in a gentle shake. The mint-haired boy slapped him on the back and said something to him excitedly in Korean.

“How does it feel being the first Korean group to make it to the Grammys?” you asked. And then you were off; questions came naturally from you and after a few minutes the handlers were telling them they needed to move on. You gushed your thanks yous to the group as they started to move forward. The pink-haired boy that had pointed you out earlier quickly came to the barricade holding out his hand.

“Jimin,” he smiled. “ARMY?” You weren’t so dumb that you didn’t know their fanbase.

“Of course.” You gave him your biggest smile. His was so infectious that you couldn’t help smile back.

“See you later, okay?” he asked.

“Y-yeah. Later!” And with that he moved on with the rest of the group.

“See you later?” Miles asked beside you. “He’s a strange one.”

“English isn’t his first language, leave him alone. Did you get it?”

“Every last bit. Good job. I knew you had it in you.”

You playfully punched his shoulder. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, asshat.”

“Alright, we got the gold. Let’s get inside. They got us press seats this year,” he said with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Inside the center was loud. So many people were talking and shouting to one another from different rows and others were gathered in the aisles talking amongst themselves.

“This is us,” Miles said pointing to a pair of seats right at the end of the aisle. “Easy escape if you want to dip out early.”

This was all new and exciting to you. You took in the sights around you and even felt a sense of surreal reality as you watched various celebrities you had only seen online or in magazines mingle with one another. Before you knew it, people were taking their seats and the awards ceremony was starting. It all became a blur after a while with the stopping, starting, film this, film that, performances, etc.

You were startled out of a daze when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You jumped slightly as you turned to see a suited security guard standing next to you.

“_______?” he asked.

“Yes?” you looked quickly to Miles who looked just as confused as you.

“The press committee just has a couple of questions for you, then you can come back to your seat.”

You looked at Miles again with a look of ‘does this normally happen?’ written on your face. He just shrugged as you stood from your seat and followed the man. He led you around the perimeter of seats and towards a door that lead somewhere in the backstage area. He weaved in and out of workers that were bustling in the back before stopping in front of a door. With a gesture of his hand he stood in the hallway and looked at the door.

“In there?” you asked pointing at it.

“Yes, ma’am.”

This was all strange. Something in the back of your head told you this was not right, but who were you to argue right now? Tentatively you opened the door and walked inside. The room was dimly lit, which was very different from the harsh fluorescents of the hallways, and was stuffed almost to the gills with various dresses, coats, suits, costumes, etc.

“Hello,” you heard from your right.

You stifled a yelp as your back hit the door. You saw the pink hair first as the light caught it in the dim glow.

“Jimin?” you asked. What the fuck was going on? Press committee your ass. You were suddenly very nervous. The same beautiful boy that had pointed to you earlier and made a point to talk to you after was now standing in front of you, but what was happening? Why were you here and why the fuck was he in here with you?

“I said I’d see you later, yea?” he said stepping forward. He was a good foot taller than you. You heart pounded in your chest and the tension was heavy, but why? Why could you cut the air with a knife right now?

You licked your lips nervously. Jimin’s gaze flickered minutely down to your lips before he was looking at you again.

“Sorry. I’m not good,” he said smiling once again and playfully pointing to his mouth.

“Ah, it’s okay.” Your laugh came out a little crazy in your opinion. This was all making you very nervous and you weren’t sure why.

“You okay?” he asked as he stepped forward even more. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Seriously, what the hell is going on here? Your mind raced to a million different conclusions to this. Outside you heard the deep boom of bass as someone started to perform. You heard a light tune play in the room and Jimin held up one finger as he took his phone out of his pocket. He quickly put it back after he viewed the message and looked at you again. This time his gaze seemed a little darker; a little more coy from what you could tell in the dim lighting. You gulped audibly.

“Not much time,” he said.

“For…?” Before you knew it, your back was most definitely up against the door and Jimin’s lips were on yours.

What, your brain shouted, is happening?!

Jimin drew back from you breathing heavily. Your breath was caught in your throat as you drank in the sight of him.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Fuck it.

“Yes.” His lips were on yours again as his hand came down to your ass and pulled your hips into his. He moaned lowly as you allowed him access to your mouth to explore you fully. You had never experienced a kiss so sinful. His plush lips moved softly against yours, but his tongue was telling an entirely different story. You were suddenly wondering what else he could do with it. As if on cue he moved his mouth to your jaw and the column of your neck. Your head lolled sideways to give him more access. His hands dug into your hips as he held you more firmly against him. His fingers found the button to your pants and he quickly undid them, and his hand immediately dived into the front of them, bypassing your underwear, and straight to your folds. You were suddenly, and instantly, wet. He was trying to be soft, but you knew he was in a hurry. His fingers started a slow, rolling motion over your clit.

“Ah,” you sighed as your head hit the door again. His other hand guided yours to his now painfully hard cock that strained the front of his slacks. Right, he probably wanted to be touched as well. His motions on your clit never slowed as you fumbled to undo his pants. It took all your concentration to get to what you wanted. You pulled his boxers down slightly to free his cock as it landed heavily in your hand. You moaned at the sight; you had never seen one so beautiful in your life. It was not overly long, but the girth had your mouth watering at the sight. You brought your hand to the head to gather the precum gathering there to spread it down his length. Jimin let out a low moan as he brought his hand against the door beside your head to brace himself. All the while, he never let up on his motions on your clit. He knew exactly how to use his fingers to get you wetter by the second.

“Taste?” he asked. You weren’t sure in what sense, so instead of trying to find out you dropped to your knees. You immediately grasped the base of his cock and brought the head to your lips. You looked up from your position to see him now bracing himself with both hands against the door and gazing down at you. The pink hair framed his face and his mouth fell open at the sight of you on your knees. Still gazing upwards, you opened your mouth and sank down on his cock until your nose hit his abdomen and he slipped past your gag reflex. You saw his eyes roll into the back of his head as he muttered something you couldn’t understand. You had never had much trouble with deep-throating so you kept your mouth there and swallowed hard around him and his hips bucked forward into you. He looked conflicted as he asked you a question in Korean. You just hummed around his cock as you placed both hands on his thighs. Your fingers gripped around the tight muscles there as you looked at him, hoping that your gaze would give him consent to whatever he had asked you. He seemed to understand as he started to slowly move his hips, fucking himself into your mouth. It didn’t take him long to realize your gag reflex was almost non-existent as he started to thrust faster into you. Spit started to collect at the corner of your mouth, and it all became messy very quickly. You pulled his pants down the rest of the way, so you could reach to cup and squeeze his balls in your hand. The sight above you was one to behold as sweat started to roll down his temples, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes hooded has he watched his cock disappear into your mouth. You moaned around his cock again and he thrust harder a few more times before he quickly stepped back and out of your mouth. He grabbed you up from the floor harshly and your back slammed into the door again as his lips found yours once more. He was all hands as he pulled your pants down enough to expose your ass. He grabbed your hips and turned you around harshly and brought his chest against your back, reaching from behind his hand found your folds once more. He slid two fingers inside of you easily and started to pump them in and out of you at a fast pace. You felt his impatience when he pulled his hand from you too soon and you felt him as he guided his cock to slip between your folds. He rubbed it back and forth there to coat it with your now abundant arousal that he was causing. He grabbed your hips to bring them slightly back towards him as he slid into your cunt. You both moaned as he bottomed out, but there wasn’t time to draw this out. His thrusts started hard and fast and didn’t let up from there. Your hands were braced against the door and your cheek was on the cool metal; your face slid slightly on the door on each thrust. Sweat was now rolling down your face and back as he brought you to new heights. Never before had you been so deliciously stretched and fucked before. You stood on your tip toes to bring your hips higher as his cock started to brush along your g-spot. Jimin reached around you and placed a harsh slap on your clit. You cried out as your hands slid further up the door and your chest was brought flush to it. Jimin pushed harder against you to bring most of your body against the door to brace himself as his fingers began to rub hard circles on your clit. You felt your orgasm quickly approaching and you suddenly couldn’t stop the noises coming from your mouth. He was very effectively hitting your g-spot on each thrust and the screams coming from you were almost animalistic. That was when you heard the knock on the door and the, ”You better be quiet.” from the guard outside. Jimin brought the hand that was previously bracing himself against the door to your mouth and pulled your head back against his shoulder as he leaned into you, speeding up his thrusts, and his ministrations on your clit. Your breath came quick and heavy as you whimpered into Jimin’s hand and before you knew it your orgasm hit you with a blinding white light. Jimin’s thrusts became harsher as his hand tightened over your mouth. When your screams died down, he pulled out, turned you around, and pushed on your shoulders to make you kneel again. You knew exactly what he wanted as you opened your mouth when he took his cock in his hand and started to furiously pump himself. Within seconds he was coming into your mouth and wherever else it landed on your face as his hips stuttered into his hand. You were about to close and swallow when he grabbed your chin, effectively stopping you from swallowing as he brought his mouth down to yours and kissed you deeply; tasting himself as he kissed you. He stood up, bringing you with him. There was an awkward moment as he pulled his pants up and righted himself as best as he could while you did the same. You looked down at your dark shirt to see cum starting to dry and stain there.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly when he saw you looking.

You laughed. “No, it’s okay.”

He suddenly seemed to have an idea as he quickly turned and began digging through the rack of clothing before pulling a much fancier blouse from a hanger.

“This?” he asked holding it up. You couldn’t argue at this point, so you shrugged as you pulled your shirt off and put on the new one.

Jimin stepped up to you one more time to place a sweet kiss on your lips and then on your forehead.

“Had fun?” he asked.

“Very.”

“I’ll see you, yea?” You knew his English wasn’t well and was trying his best to be polite.

“Definitely,” you smiled.

“Me first,” he said pointing towards the door.

“Oh, yea. Have fun Jimin.”

“You too,” he smiled at you before quickly ducking out. You waited a few minutes before leaving yourself. The guard was now gone, probably having gone with Jimin since he was much more high profile than you.

As you made your way back to your seat, you glanced across the crowd to see the mop of pink hair as he joined his members once more. You smiled to yourself as you went back to your seat and sank back into it next to Miles.

“Dude, where the fuck did you go?” Miles asked as he looked up from his phone. “And why are you wearing a different shirt?”

#bts smut #bts #bts au #bts scenarios #bts imagines #idol!jimin #idol!jimin x reader #grammys #grammy fuck #jimin #park jimin #bts fics #bts fanfic #smut #jimin x reader

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get-the-g-blog · 7 years ago

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#MeToo

I originally wrote this specific column a while back when an article had just been published about the kidnapping of a British glamour model sent to Milan for a photoshoot went viral. Unfortunately the magazine didn’t want to publish it at the time so I decided to take my column to it’s own platform (as you see here). After transferring the old content across I’m finally ready for a new article and since this is the week everything has kicked off with Weinstein, #MeToo and Cameron Russell’s instagram full of model abuse, I thought it was time this column saw the light of day.

Before we begin/little disclaimer for you... I’d like to say that I consider myself lucky that the times (plural) I’ve had to deal with some kind of sexual harassment/been put into a compromising position, that it hasn’t been nearly as serious as other stories I’ve heard. I also do not/have never seen myself as a victim in regards to this specific incident nor any of the others. By writing this column I am not looking for sympathy... not even remotely... I just want to stand in solidarity with all the others out there and share a story of a close call that happened to me whilst I living was in Milan.

When you’re sent “on stay” as a model to another country, it’s not the glamorous experience the media makes out it is...it’s more like being put into a bubble world of relentless castings, promoter parties and model apartments that resemble year 6 camp at best.

For those of you that don’t know, model promoters are people...generally men...who work for a club or restaurant and are paid, per model, to take us out. Models get to eat and drink for free, which can be great...but so long as you know the game... because if you look around the ‘model sections’ there tends to be a few old, grey heads lurking there too... no such thing as a free lunch now.

I was sent to Milan a couple of years ago for two months to try to get work. It was the first place I’d ever lived outside of home, let alone overseas. I was young, open to adventures and fairly naive...basically the perfect prey. I was also scared shitless when I arrived, I felt extremely isolated but luckily I was bunked in with just one other model, K, who was the bomb!

The model promoter scene in Milan is massive. Bigger than anywhere else I’ve ever experienced since. It’s pretty much impossible to avoid but when K said she was completely anti-promoters I was happy to just go with the flow... I hadn’t even really worked out wtf a promoter was at this stage so I couldn’t have cared less.

One day at a casting we met a male model called T. T was a fast talking American and I wasn’t really a fan from the get go. He said he wasn’t into the promoter scene either so we should all hang out. We didn’t know many people yet so the more the merrier!

A couple of days later T invited us to a party for the designers DSquared and said we’d be sitting at the table with them for dinner. On the way to the party, it somehow slipped out that the event was actually being run by promoters and yeaaaa we probably wouldn’t be sitting with the designers. K was having none of it. We were nearly there so I wanted to check it out anyway so I somehow managed to calm K down and convince her to go, just for a bit.

The next day T, who seemed quite smitten with K, texted her to apologize and asked if he could make it up to us by taking us to a friends house in Varese (approx 1.5 hour drive outside of Milan) for dinner. New experience...new place...new people... where could I sign up?!

Since T was around our age I naively assumed that his “friends” would be to... I assumed wrong.

We were greeted by two older men, M (in his 50s) the owner of the huge ass property we found ourselves in...inclusive of it’s own stables, motorbike workshop and a restaurant. And G, an ex model booker (70s..at a guess).

Looking back now, this should have been a little more strange than I found it at the time, but I guess power in numbers... plus G was an ex model booker and T was a model too, so safe...right?!

After dinner and a drive to Lake Maggorie, G started talking about how late it was and that we should just stay the night at a local hotel. That way, in the morning we could ride M’s horses and then go out on the boat. T said he had a casting in the morning so he couldn’t stay but we should (a casting...on a Saturday... in Italy.. who the fuck was he kidding?!).

I don’t remember K or I saying yes but we were driven to the hotel anyway. Whilst G and the hotel manager were deep in discussion that I couldn’t remotely understand K said the hair on the back of her neck stood up and that we had to go home. She couldn’t explain it, just a weird feeling. When we told G that actually we wanted to stay at our place he absolutely lost it. Unreasonably so. He was yelling and screaming, throwing his arms all over the place. It was so outrageous; it made us dig out heels in more.

We were driven back to Milan on the pretense that we’d be back in the morning with T after his casting.

To spare everyone the essay that this would be if I gave you an exact play-by-play of what happened next (it’s already long AF I know), I’ll try to break it down for you.

T was being super shifty and aloof in the morning about when he was going to this “casting”. We wanted to wait for him but instead he booked us a cab, told us to get in and he’d be 30 minutes behind.

Once back in Varese K and I were taken with M and G for gelato in a nearby town, given a tour of M’s motorbike workshop, rode horses, witnessed G parading around in his teeny tiny speedos, ready for the boat... and there was still no T.

4 hours later than he’d said, T finally showed his smarmy little face. It seemed weirdly preplanned... just us two pretty young things left alone to be paraded around with these two old men... things were starting to feel off to me (just now... I know)

After the boat ride, back on the pier before dinner, I oversaw G and T exchanging some very terse words. G eventually stormed off, arms flailing in the air again and swearing under his breath (my ex was Italian... I know Italian swear words ;). I’d had a couple of niggling doubts in my mind from earlier in the day and this seemed a little bizarre but I ignored it. I just wanted get to dinner, eat fast and go home.

In the car on the way back to Milan, K sat in the front next to M and I was in the back next to G in the middle and T on his other side. It was late, everyone was falling asleep and that’s when shit got real weird. I was resting my head against the window, nodding off to dream land and that’s when G lay one had on my leg and started grabbing my face and pulling it towards him with the other, whispering “My darling, lie on me, lie on me, it’s much more comfortable”. He was literally pulling my head down on to him, stroking my cheek and pushing his lips towards mine. Every time I’d pull my head up, he’d pull it back down. “You’re tired my darling, don’t fight it, it’s ok baby, just lie on me”. There couldn’t have been creepier words spoken...and I couldn’t have been more awake. This wasn’t good. I knew it. Fuck knows what T was doing at this time. He must have been able to hear what was going on, he was literally on the other side of G but he remained still and silent, didn’t intervene at all.

I remember pulling out my phone and showing G pictures of my family, hoping to distract him the current head tug of war that was going on. I’m pretty sure my thought process was along the line of “look you motherfucker, I’m loved, people will look for me if i’m missing or kick your ass Liam Neeson style if anything happens to me”.

As we entered Milan I was completely on edge, even more so when they decided to drop T off first. I even mentioned that I recognised where we were (bullshit) in case they had any ideas about taking us somewhere strange. G and T exchanged more terse words as he got out of the car and this time I could make out they were talking about money. Luckily K and I were dropped off at our actual address shortly after, with G giving us too long hugs goodbye.

In the morning K told me she’d had bad vibes the whole day. I mentioned seeing T and G argue on the pier and she said she’d overheard that conversation, with T said “we should tell the girls, they should know” and G was having none of it. I told her I heard them argue about money outside T’s place and that’s when the penny dropped.

Turned out that T and G were in cahoots with each other running some kind of model escort biz. G would find wealthy older men who would pay the dirty duo to find models to spend time with them...whatever that time involved...as well as paying for all expenses of the day/weekend/week. T, being a male model and therefore ‘safe and trustworthy’ would find the unsuspecting models and bring them to the men. Unaware of what was actually going on, packaging it as a fun time with “a friend” rather than some old man i’m being paid to deliver you to.

K confronted T and he confirmed everything. I have no idea how much M knew about what G and T were doing, I was alone with him several times and was honestly never uncomfortable. Had it been someone else, I’m aware that this story could be very different. I never heard from M again.

G tried to make contact a few more times... messaging me about going for a ride in his Ferrari... like that’s going to do it for me.

T sent a few rounds of apology messages. I basically told him to go fuck himself. One of the final messages was something along the line of “I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you, come to Cannes, I’m staying on a yacht for a week with some friends, join us!”. A week...trapped on a boat with you and your “friends”...yea, that’s a hard no from me.

Looking back I can see how dangerously close we were to getting pimped out or trafficked. Had anything happened, we were millions of miles from home, we didn’t even have the address of the M’s property and we’d been taken away on a Friday so our agency would have been unaware anything was wrong until the Monday.

Hindsight is 20/20 baby.

We got lucky.

#MeToo #milan #model #model life #model promoter #creep #filthy creep #cameron russell #close call #human trafficking #pimped out

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insolublesalts · 8 years ago

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BTS GOBLIN AU - CH3

A/N: A taekook fic based on the kdrama Goblin. Written by my lovely bff @stupendouspaperplane and edited by me. Sideships include yoonmin and namjin. Other alternative ships might happen if we decide to do alternative endings.

Also this took too long ;_; exams aaa

Prologue // 1 // 2 // 3

It was another peaceful morning at the household of a very grumpy, sleep deprived goblin. It was one of those typical Wednesdays, when the atmosphere in the house felt like dead cold winter no matter the weather outside. The landlord, Kim Taehyung was drowning in a pool made out of his students’ assignments. While the other “supposed” renter splitter, Jung Hoseok, worked on cup of hot, life saving coffee.

A doorbell rang and successfully awakened the grave-like place. “Hoseok-ah, my hope, open the door please.”, Taehyung said without looking away from the assignment paper he was marking, he knew he won’t have the willpower to mark the last twenty something papers if he stop now. “What were you saying?”, Hoseok asked as he didn’t catch the words. Taehyung repeated his request with the same half-dead tone without looking up as well.

Hoseok heard him this time, but instead of answering whoever was outside, he pulled out his phone, a smirk on display. “What was that?”, he asked again, this time with a more playful tone. Taehyung did not need a split second before he knew what that meant. Both of them were more than familiar with the games they play, as childish as it sounds, it was definitely much less innocent than normal child’s play.

Taehyung cursed under his breath just as the doorbell rang again. He quickly shouted out his response, “FINE, tomorrow’s dinner, burger king down the street. I’ll pay. Now go open the damn door!” Hoseok beamed happily as the audio file saved in his phone. “I’m coming~”, he dashed to open the door.

“May I help you?”, Hoseok asked as the door opened to reveal a man slightly shorter than him. It was usual for students to come and seek help or even just for a casual talk with their professor. Despite the man’s young face, Hoseok somehow knew without asking that he wasn’t one of them. There was this mysterious aura around the man -it might have something to do with the combination of black clothes and pale skin- that piped Hoseok’s curiosity.

“I’m interested in renting a room.”, the man replied. In his hand was non other than the brochures Hoseok made, the words “ROOM FOR RENT” bold in red. “Come in then, I might as well show you around the place.”, Hoseok held the door open for the other but a strong grip on his arm made him looked up confusedly at the man. “What’s the problem?”

“Actually…“, he loosened his grip on Hoseok and let his hand fall back to his side. “To be honest, I was kicked out because pets ain’t allowed in my apartment, I figured it’s better to ask beforehand than going through all that shit only to get a no later. So… are pets allowed or not?” Hoseok was a bit taken aback, more by the man himself than the actual question. The man’s cold expression was replaced by eyes full of hope, his lips turned up at the corners instead of a thin straight line.

“I- Let me ask.”, Hoseok turned around and cleared his throat before shouting “Taehyung-ah!” The black eyed grim reaper jumped a bit, startled by the sudden shout.

“Who is it?”, a deep voice shouted back immediately. “You can call me Min.”, the smaller man offered his name just as Hoseok was about to ask. “Is it one of those punks? I told them I’m busy this week, let them go.”, the voice spoke again before Hoseok had the chance to reply. “No, it’s not your students. Mr Min here wants to rent a room but he’s wondering if pets are allowed.”

The grim reaper was playing with the collar of his trench coat while he waited for an answer. Hoseok peeked at the small man and had to bite back his laugh. He looks so cute. He barely know him but he already hoped the man can move in so he can get to know him and hopefully get along well with his pet too. He loved animals to bits.

A squeak was heard by the duo. Hoseok bursted into laughter, he can literally hear the awe in Tae’s voice. “Come on in~”, Min looked at Hoseok with uncertainty in his eyes but followed him nonetheless, unable to resist the warm, welcoming smile. “Are you sure?”, he sat on the white leather sofa while looking around the place.

Hoseok hummed in reply and pulled out a file of documents from somewhere. They worked on the terms and conditions in a comfortable matter. Hoseok did most the talking while the other only nodded and hummed with minimal comments on the contract. Hoseok doesn’t mind the lack of words, even though Min was quiet, he focused on the conversation and not for once his eyes left Hoseok. So Hoseok doesn’t feel like he was talking to himself.

Once they are done with the contract Hoseok walked the quiet one around the house. Again, Hoseok did the talking while the other looked around the place in silence, it didn’t took much time until they were at the last room of the house. “And this, is your room, open the door~.” The door opened into a fully furnished room. Everything was black and white except the bright coloured mattress of the bed. Sweet, I can deal with that. Hoseok followed behind him and chucked as the man bounced himself on the bed.

“You like the place?”, Hoseok sat on the chair by the table. Min nodded with a small smile, “Do you think I can move in today?” “Why not? You can move in whenever once we sign the contract later, Tae won’t mind much.”, Hoseok went to grab the documents and left Min in the room. The grim reaper grabbed a pillow and cuddled it to his chest.

He never expected everything to go so smooth. He was on the hunt for apartments the minute his original landlord screamed at the sleeping ball of fur on the pile of blankets he had set up. He had quite a range of choices as backups but as lucky as him he got it down on the first try. He smiled unconsciously as he thought about his new pet, so small and fragile, his Holly.

Holly-ah, I’ve found you a new home, this will be our home.

“Awww, is Holly your dog?”, Hoseok said as he gave Min the papers. A signature was already signed above the name Kim Taehyung. Shit, did I said that out loud?, he looked at Hoseok to see if he was making fun of him but the boy was busy filing the documents. “Yea, Holly is my puppy.”, he signed the paper and handed it back. He found himself wanting to talk to the boy, and later he found himself happily engaged in a conversation that ranged from pets to hobbies, and everything in between.

“You like to dance? That’s cool. I don’t really do hobbies though, maybe playing the piano?”, Min talked while lying comfortably on the bed, a pillow propped behind his back. “Fun fact, Tae loves the piano so much he has one in the house even though he can’t play it for life.” “Really? But I didn’t saw it just now?”, he came across piano a really long time ago. It still amazed him until the day that how people can create something so magical with just the press of their fingers. He had fallen in love with music. The fact that he haven’t seen a piano in ages was killing him, and he was dying to play one. “It’s in his room, I’ll show you next time.”,

The duo would have talked until the sun was down if it was not for the sudden outburst of an upbeat melody. Hoseok mumbled an apology before picking up his phone without checking the number. “Yo it’s Hoseok, who is this?” “OMG I’M SORRY CHIM I’M COMING RIGHT NOW. WAIT FOR ME.”, he ended the phone call and almost rushed out of the room before remembering Min. He turned back and looked at him with an apologetic smile and said “I’m sorry I’m leaving like this but I’m really late, my friend is gonna kill me, I’ll see you later K?”

The grim reaper nodded okay and waved the boy away with a small smile. He suddenly felt a wave of tiredness washed over him. Talking was exhausting, he concluded. He got up from the bed and took the two sets of keys on the table, one old and plain while the other new with a music note keychain. He put them in his pocket and walked out of his room. It’s time to work.

*****

“Hyung, are you sure he’s coming?”, Jungkook asked. On the table were plates of sushi and some other dishes. Jungkook’s plate of rice was already a quarter empty, while Jimin’s noodles still untouched. “At least eat a bit first, you told me you were hungry.”, Jungkook argued for the fifth time, but Jimin just gave Jungkook a smile while saying that he can wait a little bit longer.

Jungkook sighed and took another bite of his food without another word. Jimin noticed and looked at Jungkook, “I’m sure he’s coming Kookie, don’t worry-- Owhh, he’s here!”, he stood up quickly and waved at the direction of the entrance. The younger smiled fondly while Jimin tried to get his friend’s attention, who looked like a lost child in the busy shop.

Jimin was on his tiptoes and Jungkook felt bad for smiling. Luckily his friend finally spotted him in the crowd and rushed over. “Jiminie~!”, the man tackled Jimin down easily. He smiled brightly as he squeezed Jimin towards the wall, Jimin giggled while pushing back like it was totally normal to be like this out in the public with so many eyes on them.

At first Jungkook laughed at the two sunshines, entertained by their act. However, his smile faded as he watched on. He’s too close with Jiminie-hyung, there’s barely any space between them. Jimin’s friend was literally crushing on top of Jimin’s small frame. He knew Jimin was not as weak as he seems but Jungkook just had the urge to walk over and pull the guy away from Jimin. He should have sat beside Jimin-hyung in the first place.

He poked his tongue on the inside of his cheek unconsciously and picked up his spoon to take another bite of his rice. He might as well intentionally made a lot of noise as he did so. He was definitely not jealous of Jimin being touchy with his friend, he’s a grown ass man and can do whatever he wants. “Ohh sorry”, Jimin’s friend finally spared Jimin from being tickled to death and gave a hand to pull him back up. “I didn’t know there’s someone else.”, Jimin who was still out of breath from all the tickling was about to introduce the two, but Jungkook spoke first.

“Yea, I didn’t know too.”

... Definitely not jealous at all.

Jungkook regretted a split second later. Jimin stared at Jungkook wide eyed, smile dropped from his face. Jimin’s friend also froze in his place, his out stretched hand hung awkwardly in mid-air. “I’m just joking hyung, chill. I’m Jeon Jungkook. Nice to meet you.”, Jungkook said quickly with the brightest smile he can manage and shook the friend’s hand.

“You scared me to death, Jungkook-ah.”, Jimin said with a frown. “I’m sorry hyungnim, please forgive me hyungnim.”, Jungkook bowed to the two dramatically. Jimin and his friend who was smiling awkwardly a moment ago cracked up in laughter. Jungkook smiled in relieve. “You were right Jimin-ah, he’s cute.”, Jimin’s friend offered Jungkook a smile. “’’m always right.”, Jimin said with a sushi stuffed in his mouth.

“Jimin hyung talked about me?”, Jungkook was curious what Jimin talked about him. “Of course he does, he-” “Jungkook-ah, I haven’t introduced my friend to you yet, how bad of me. This is Jung Hoseok, you can call him Hoseok hyung, or Hobi hung like I do.”, Hoseok watched amusedly while Jimin ranted about him. “Nice to meet you Jungkook.”, Hoseok smiled.

“You’re the one that gave Jimin your dorm!”, Jungkook shouted in recognition, earning him a few glances from customers around them. Jimin looked embarrassed by the younger while Hoseok only laughed. “Mmhm, I’m actually treating this meal for that.”, Jimin said as he reached over to take a bite of Jungkook’s rice. Jungkook pushed his plate towards Jimin so he can eat more easily. “Eat up, Hobi hyung. Jimin hyung and I will pay for it.” “Aww, thanks guys.”

*****

“OMG PUPPY~!”

If you asked Hoseok about Taehyung’s bad habits, “Taehyungie~ Is seriously OBSESSED with cute things. I mean, he even has a corner in his room for the things he found cute. Seriously, he needs to control himself, his collection is getting massive.”, is the answer that you would get from him.

Taehyung, with his empty coffee cup on the floor, was playing with the palm sized puppy he newly discovered. Hoseok had informed him about their new housemate before he left to eat with Jimin. He had heard noises from his room but only now that he finished his work he came downstairs. “So you’re the pet Mr Min talked about hmm~ What’s your name cutie?”, Taehyung asked in a soft voice.

Footsteps approached him and a low, chill voice replied his question. “He’s Holly.” Taehyung didn’t turn around immediately, instead he patted the puppy a few more times before putting him down and watched as the small creature walked away to explore the place. Mr Min was making himself a cup of coffee while Tae walked up to greet him, “Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung, nice to meet you Mr Min-”, the said person looked up at him and their eyes met.

“GRIM REAPER!” “So you’re the infamous Goblin.”, the two of them said/shouted at the same time. Taehyung, who was unable to believe the twist of events, was staring at the grim reaper in disbelief, “Why are you in ma house!?”, Taehyung whined. Hoseok promised a nice looking, quiet, well mannered man, a human. He knew he’s lovable friend had nothing to blame. But. He just can’t help but wondered about his luck. “Shh, shouting at your guests ain’t nice.”, the other picked up a jar of coffee beans and gestured at Taehyung’s cup on the floor, “You want coffee?”

“NO!”

“Your loss.”, the small man shrugged. He took his cup of steaming coffee and walked past the Goblin to sit down at the sofa. He looked as if he had been living at the place for years, while Taehyung, who stood in the middle of the hall with wide eyes and dropped jaw, looked like the lost visitor.

“Don’t look at me like that, here’s my contract if you ain’t convinced.”, he held the piece of paper up for the other to see. Taehyung raised his hand and hold it like a handgun, “Pang~”, he said cutely as the paper was swallowed up by flames. “Now it’s gone, and I suggest you to do the same.”

“That’s my copy, the original one’s with Hoseok.”, the ‘supposed’ nice looking, quiet, well manned man shrugged. Taehyung threw himself at the sofa that was opposite Min while mumbling “First day and already on the first name basis.” The other didn’t heard him “Also, I prefer if you call my name, Tae.”, he said his name in a mocking tone, Taehyung hissed, “I thought grim reapers are poor bastards that suffered memory loss.”

“I’m a smart ass that got my name from my drunk boss.”

“You’re just lucky, I bet you don’t even get the full name, Min.”

The grim reaper ignored the fact that he was just being called out by a nearly complete stranger and drank his coffee. His attention fell on his pet dog as it run towards him. “Holly-ah~~”, he put down his cup to pick up Holly. The brown haired puppy wagged his tail left and right as Min ran his hand across his soft fur. The goblin stared at the dog and it’s owner for a while before saying “Fine, you two can stay.”

He saw the smirk on the other’s face so he quickly added, “It’s only because of Holly so thank him.”

Taehyung closed his bedroom door behind him and his eyes fell on the corner where his collection were placed neatly on a white shelf. He is a collector of cute things, and he does not mind adding two more to his home.

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