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collision [part two] || h.js
pairing: virgin!fratboy!han jisung x best friend!reader
summary: jisung's fraternity brothers decide to pool their money and surprise him with a stripper for his birthday! nice gesture and all, but that stripper just so happens to be his best friend...
warnings: swearing, feelings, smut (18+ mdni)
additional warnings: m first time, grinding, boob sucking, f masturbation, protected sex, multiple orgasms
word count: 3.7k
-> read part one here
Jisung doesnât know what this means. He doesnât know if it means anything. Youâre horny, heâs horny. Maybe youâre under the impression that youâre using each other as a means to an end. Heâs too afraid to ask, too afraid to ruin the moment. Whatâs happening now is good and he should enjoy it while itâs happening, especially if itâs the only time this is happening. Jisung tries not to think about that (very likely) possibility, though, and focus instead on the feeling of your lips on his neck.Â
Youâre working his denim jacket off of his shoulders as you kiss your way down the column of his throat. Youâre already topless, obviously. Jisung has been trying not to think too much about how he could feel your nipples through his shirt ever since you first sat on his lap and pressed your chest against his.
Youâre careful not to drop the jacket on the floor, which Jisung appreciates. Youâve heard him complain about how hard they are to wash and you of all people know how disgusting frat houses can be. You, of course, had just done part of your routine on the floor but Jisung supposes thatâs a sacrifice youâre willing to make in your line of work. Youâll shower later anyway. Maybe youâll ask him to shower with you-
âCan you sit up a little?â
Your voice startles Jisung out of his train of thought. He lifts his head to look at you, blinks twice, and does as instructed, leaning forward so that you can tug his T-shirt over his head.Â
âIs this still okay?â you ask.Â
âYeah, yeah this is great,â he breathes out.Â
âYou sure?â
âAbsolutely.â
He expects to feel self-conscious about being shirtless in front of you in this context but he doesnât. Maybe itâs because heâs been shirtless in front of you in other contexts or maybe itâs because youâre looking at him like you want to devour him. Heâs willing to bet that itâs the latter.Â
His shirt joins his jacket on an adjacent chair. You run a hand down his torso, then each of his arms, admiring his body with your lips slightly parted like youâre surprised by what you see. All of the lifting heâs been doing with Chris and Changbin must be paying off.Â
He shivers under your touch, which seems to break the little spell youâd been under, making you smirk.Â
âYou can touch me, you know.â
Jisung realizes his hands have been stuck attached to your hips since you first put them there several minutes ago, while yours have been in his hair, cupping his face, feeling him up. Ugh, why was he so bad at this? He nods, sliding one of his hands up your back. His fingers trace your spine, palm resting on one of your shoulders. He isnât really sure what he should do next. What usually happens next? Heâs watched porn, a bunch of porn, what did the actors do after making out?Â
Rationally, Jisung knows porn isnât an accurate reflection of reality. But he doesnât have much else to go off of.Â
You stop kissing his neck and sit up to catch your breath and Jisung realizes the answer is staring him in the face, literally.Â
âCan I, uh, can I use my mouth?â he asks.
âFuck, yes,â you sigh. âYou can do whatever you want.â
Jisung gulps and nods absently, eyes transfixed on your chest. He feels kind of silly as he sticks his tongue out and laves it over one of your nipples like heâs trying a new flavor of ice cream but you seem to like it. You gasp and jolt a little which encourages Jisung to keep going. He tests out a couple of different methods to see what you like the best, eventually settling on a pattern of sucking and flicking that has you whimpering his name in his ear.Â
He doesnât want to forget about your other boob so after a minute or so he switches, replicating the motions with his thumb on the first one. He isnât sure how much time passes. It could be minutes, it could be hours. All he knows is that he could do this forever. It doesnât matter how much time has passed because heâs the happiest heâs ever been with your tits in his mouth.Â
âJi,â you whisper, getting his attention by tugging on his hair.Â
He reluctantly pulls away with a pout. âWhat?â
âKiss me again.â
Oh. Well, he could do that too. He melts into you all over again when you press your lips to his. Itâs sloppier this time, both of you drunk off the other. When he pulls away, he notices the way your lips shimmer with something sparkly. Itâs glitter, he realizes. Body glitter. You always wear it for your shifts. Heâd sucked it off of your boobs and now his lips and chin must be covered with it too. Like a reverse vampire.Â
ââThis is the skin of a killer, Bella,ââ you quote, running your thumb across his lips to collect some of the glitter. It was like you had read his mind. Maybe you really were Edward Cullen. âI hope this is safe to consume,â you add.Â
Jisung shrugs. âSomethingâs gotta kill me someday.â
Instead of telling him off like you usually would, you stick your thumb in your mouth and suck, also swallowing some of the glitter. It was like you were saying if he was going to die, you were going to die with him. He thinks the gesture is very poetic of you, albeit stupid.Â
But he figures body glitter has to be relatively harmless so he doesnât feel too concerned about it.Â
You lift yourself off of his lap so that heâs able to unbutton and wriggle out of his jeans. He puts them with his other clothes, leaning over to be able to reach the chair youâd chosen. Heâs not sure whether or not you want him to take off his underwear yet so he keeps them on, looking back to you for further instruction.Â
âYou can take them off,â you say. âIâll take mine off too but before I do, do you want me to suck your dick?â you ask, kneeling in front of him.Â
âNo, no no,â he replies hurriedly, pulling you back to your feet. âI already know Iâm not going to last very long. I donât want to put myself at an even greater disadvantage.â
You snort. âSuit yourself.â
âBut can I-â he pauses.Â
âWhat?â
âCan I eat you out, though?â
âYou want to eat me out on your birthday?âÂ
âWell, yeah,â he pushes his bottom lip out into a pout, making you chuckle and kiss him again, sucking on his lip to get him to moan into your mouth.Â
âThis is supposed to be about you, though,â you point out.
Jisung doesnât know how to admit that wanting to eat you out is about him. He doesnât know how to tell you that itâs something heâs fantasized about for years now, that it would be the (second) best birthday present you could ever give him. He canât say any of that without confessing to his big fat crush on you so he lets it go.Â
âOkay,â he concedes.Â
âNext time, though?â you suggest as you bend over to take your thong off, making his eyes nearly pop out of his head at both the sight and the words coming out of your mouth.
Next time? There was going to be a next time? Jisung doesnât know what kind of face heâs making but you must think heâs still sulking because you start to make a deal with him.Â
âIâll tell you what, if you want it that bad, you can eat me out once the clock strikes midnight when itâs not your birthday anymore. We can leave your little party early if thatâll make you happy. But for now, you can have a taste, if you want.â
 Jisung watches you spread your legs and slip two fingers inside of yourself. You sigh in relief and curl them upward, getting yourself even wetter for him. He already has his mouth open, (in shock) waiting, when you sit back on his lap. This time, he can feel your arousal on his bare thigh and it makes his cock twitch against the waistband of his boxers.Â
You push your dripping fingers into his mouth, nodding approvingly as he sucks them clean. He moans around them, taking them deeper until your knuckles are brushing his lips. He wishes he could somehow deepthroat them but your fingers are only so long. You retract them far too soon for Jisungâs liking but he knows you need to move on if heâs going to get fucked and make it to his party before it ends.Â
âWow, Ji. Youâre a little slutty, arenât you?â Â
âI didnât know I would be,â he laughs breathlessly. âYou bring it out of me.â
You put a hand over your heart. âIâm flattered. Now take your underwear off.â
Right. He had forgotten about that part. He had been distracted. You hover over his thighs as he slips out of his boxer briefs and tosses them to the side. He doesnât care where they land. Underwear is easy to wash and who knows how many times Jisung has stumbled acros someone elseâs boxers in this godforsaken fraternity house.Â
âDidnât know you were so desperate to get in my pants,â he jokes. Â
You tilt your head to the side with a small smile he doesnât know how to read. âCanât you feel how wet I am?â
To punctuate your point, you grab his dick and lower yourself enough to run the head through your slick folds. Itâs a rhetorical question so he knows you arenât expecting an answer but he gives you one anyway, sputtering out a ây-yes, holy shit!â in response.Â
Your hand is so warm and still a little wet from Jisungâs saliva and it feels perfect around his cock. Heâs so fucked. You canât help stroking his dick up and down a few times just to tease him, smirking as he tenses underneath you and grits his teeth in an attempt to stay in control of himself.Â
Thankfully, you relent. âIâm going to get a condom now, okay? Iâve always got some in my bag.âÂ
Jisung doesnât realize heâd had his eyes closed until he feels your weight disappear from his lap. He wonders when he shut them.Â
Youâre already on the other side of the room, bent over the bag you had gotten the speaker out of. The fact that you carry condoms in your work bag is interesting to Jisung. A lot of your rules implied that the people you... service donât interact with you much at all. But they say there are exceptions to every rule...Â
There had to have been times when you were just as attracted to the client as they were to you, right? But have you ever acted on that? He shouldnât ask. Itâs none of his business. He is curious, though.Â
You return with a foil packet in one of your hands and offer it to him.Â
âWould you like to do the honors?â
Jisung takes the condom and rips the packaging open with his teeth. You look impressed, which is a relief because heâs not sure if heâll put it on correctly and he needs that buffer of you being turned on by something heâs done if heâs about to embarrass himself. Heâs practiced putting condoms on before but never with an audience. His hands are shaking as he guides it down the shaft and he can feel you watching intently. It dawns on him that not only are you watching him struggle with something so simple, youâre also looking at his dick. Do you like what you see? Is he smaller than you were expecting? Uglier? He knows dicks arenât exactly pretty but he didnât think his was anything remarkable on either side of the spectrum.Â
The longer he spends trying to roll it on, the more he feels panic building in his stomach so he decides he needs to say something to ease the tension, to shift your attention away from this pathetic little display.Â
âHave you ever fucked one of your clients?â
God damn it.Â
You shake your head adamantly. âNever.â
âSo I get to be the first one?â he asks happily.
âYouâre not my client,â you remind him. âSo that rule is still intact.â He pouts. âUnless you want me to call, whatâs his name... Chris? In here.â
Jisung narrows his eyes at you as you climb back onto his lap. âThatâs a joke, right?â
âYes, Ji. Itâs a joke.â
âYou think youâre funny?â
âI know I am,â you scoff, then take him by the shoulders. âStill sure about this?âÂ
âYes, yeah, Iâm sure,â he assures you, nodding. You take his cock in your hand again and position yourself above it. âJust-â
You freeze, eyes wide. âJust what?â
âCan you kiss me? As you put it in?â
Jisung doesnât hear how romantic the request sounds until he says it out loud but he had only asked because heâs afraid heâll make an embarrassing noise or worse, confess his love to you, if his mouth isnât occupied when you do sink down onto him.
Thankfully, you donât question it and do as he asked as you, kissing him deeply as you slip the head inside of you. Jisung lifts his hips slightly to push himself into you a bit more. You gasp against his lips.
âSorry, are you okay?â he asks through grit teeth.Â
âYeah, Iâm good. Just give me a second to adjust.â
âShit, sorry. I should have fingered you first or something,â he mutters.Â
He feels so stupid. How could he forget something so important? Of course, grinding and your own fingers wouldnât be enough to prepare you for the real thing. He hadnât even stretched you out at all.Â
âNo, I wasnât thinking,â you laugh. âI just wanted your dick so bad and Iâm so wet I thought Iâd be fine... but youâre huge.â
âWha- am I?âÂ
âYeah, dude, are you kidding me?â you laugh, still sounding strained. âI knew you had to be big but- stop smirking!â
âI canât help it!â he cries defensively, covering his mouth with his hand so you canât see it anymore. âCome on, youâd react the same way.â
You roll your eyes. âI guess.â
âDonât even lie- god, fuck!âÂ
You had taken that exact moment to sink down further on his length, probably to get back at him. It worked, obviously.Â
âWhat were you saying?â you taunt, raising yourself momentarily before dropping all the way down this time.Â
âI donât remember,â Jisung groans.Â
âThatâs what I thought.â
It takes everything in Jisung not to blow the instant he feels your hips flush with his the first time. Heâs heard guys complain about condoms before, whining about how they can barely feel anything through the latex, but they must have the smallest dicks in the world because he can feel everything.Â
Obviously, he knows fucking raw must feel better to some extent, but this is pretty damn good.Â
You must think so too because you canât keep your eyes open for more than a few seconds at a time. You canât stop kissing him either, pressing your lips against his mouth, then his jaw, his neck, anywhere you could reach. He wishes he could kiss you back but all he can do is sit there and take it. All of his concentration, all of his energy, is being put into lasting as long as possible, lasting long enough to make it good for you too.Â
âYou feel so good,â you compliment, murmuring the words into his skin.Â
âNot as good as you,â he whispers back.Â
Heâs not sure if heâll make you cum but he wants to try so he snakes one of his hands between your bodies and starts feeling around for your clit, assuming heâll know when he finds it. He has to be way off because you grab his wrist and direct him to it after a few seconds of mindless searching.Â
âHere?â he asks.
âMhm, right fucking there. Just rub in gentle circles and youâll get me to cum in no time. A little less pressure- o-oh fuck...â
Some of the tension leaves your body and you rest more of your weight on Jisung as he moves his fingers in the way youâd told him to. He takes it as a good sign and keeps going.Â
You try to maintain some semblance of a rhythm as you bounce on his lap but the added stimulation on your clit makes it difficult. Jisung tries to help but he doesnât really know what heâs doing.Â
Youâre a little too gone to guide him but he doesnât mind. He can figure it out. Probably. Heâs not any better off, mind completely clouded with thoughts of you, you, you. Heâs wanted this for so long, wanted you for so long, that itâs hard to believe itâs actually happening and almost impossible to focus on anything else.Â
âYouâre going to- Jisung, youâre going to make me cum,â you whimper.Â
âI am?â
âYes, Iâm so close please donât stop!â
He doesnât stop. He doesnât stop after you cum the first or the second time. He just fucks you until youâre digging your nails into his back and clenching around him so tight that he canât stave off his own orgasm any longer. It goes on for what feels like forever. His vision goes white and his ears start ringing and he only knows you came again because his back starts stinging with fresh scratches.Â
Youâre boneless when he regains his sight and feeling in his legs.Â
âAre you okay?â he asks, rubbing soothing circles on your back.Â
âIâm fantastic.â
Jisung laughs. âI was okay?â
âOkay? You were incredible. Seriously. Best fuck of my life.â
He doesnât know how true that statement is, figures your judgment is a little lacking in your post-nut haze but he decides not to question it. If you say he was the best fuck of your life heâs going to take your word for it.Â
âWas it good for you?â you ask. Â
âOh my god, yeah of course,â he assures you. âI couldnât have asked for a better first time. Thank you, again, by the way.â
You sit up a little and cup his face with your hands. âYou donât have to thank me. Itâs not like I was just doing you a favor. I wanted it too.â
He sighs. âI know but-â
âJisung. I feel the same way. Iâve wanted this too.â
He stares at you. âWhat?â
You stare back at him. âWhen we were... you know. You said youâve wanted this for so long?â
âI said that out loud?â he gasps. âWait, is that... is that what made you cum the first time?â
You duck your head, suddenly shy. âMaybe.â
âOh my god. You like me too?â
You smack him on the arm. âYes, idiot. I canât believe you havenât noticed.â
âBut you never told me! You dated other people!â
âBecause you never made a move!â
âBecause I didnât want to ruin our friendship!â he looks away for the next part. âAnd because I was scared you didnât feel the same way. How was I supposed to know?â
âJi, why else would I have stayed and offered to give you a lap dance after figuring out itâs you, my best friend, that Iâm supposed to be dancing for? Itâs because I like you as more than a best friend!â
âThat can totally be a best friend thing!â he argues.Â
âIn what world?!â
âI donât know! Itâs my birthday, donât yell at me!â
Your eyes widen with panic and realization. âOh shit, your party!â
-
âThat was the longest thirty minutes ever,â Minho comments loudly as you and Jisung walk into the foyer together. Heâs smug as he claps Jisung on the back but is ultimately ignored because everyone else is already swarming the two of you to wish your best friend a happy birthday.
You and Jisung had rushed to get dressed and make yourselves presentable after remembering why you were there in the first place, promising each other that you would talk about the serious stuff later.Â
âYeah, are we getting charged extra for that?â Chris asks you under his breath, having pulled you both aside. He checks his watch and grimaces at how much time has actually passed since he left you with his friend.Â
âNo, no, itâs on the house,â you assure him with a wink.Â
âThank god. We donât have the budget for that. Oh, but you know, Felix, another one of our brothers, has a birthday tomorrow. Are you doing anything?â
Jisung interjects before you can answer for yourself. âSheâs busy.â
Chris looks back and forth between the two of you, an eyebrow raised in confusion.Â
âUm, yeah, Iâm not available tomorrow,â you stutter, giving Jisung a what the fuck side-eye. âSorry.â
âOkay, well, if your schedule clears up, Jisung should bring you by. Not to work, just as a guest.â
âIâll try to make it,â you promise.
Chris gives you a thumbs-up and disappears into the crowd, leaving you alone with Jisung again. Heâs sure his other fraternity brothers will find him soon enough, though, and drag him off to do shots or something.Â
âSorry, I didnât mean to cockblock a work opportunity,â he says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.Â
âI donât think cockblock is the right word to use there,â you scoff.Â
âI think it is if I was thinking with my cock,â he shoots back. âI just wanted to have you to myself for twenty-four hours, is that okay?â
And maybe he also didnât want another one of his brothers getting a birthday lap dance from you so close to his birthday. Sue him.Â
You smile and kiss him on the cheek. âOf course. Anything for my birthday boy.â
Your birthday boy. Jisung likes the sound of that. But to be fair he likes the sound of anything if it means he gets to be yours.
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A 4.98 kg box moves at 2.5 m/s and collides and sticks to a 4.80 kg box moving at -2.5 m/s. What is the velocity of the objects after they collide?
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alexia, âI'm here... I'm not going anywhere, so take your time, but please come back to meâ, hospital đđ¤đť
clash of the titans II a.putellas
you didn't remember the clash, but every single one of your teammates did. the sound of the collision, the way the crowd went so silent you could hear a pin drop, the way they formed a circle around you to stop anyone from looking.
alexia remembered the noise of your body hitting the pitch, time slowing as she tried to race toward you but it was as if she had a resistance band around her waist holding her back.
she remembered finally reaching you and pushing her way through the circle, dropping to her knees as the medical team tried pulling her back. your body perfectly still despite the strange way it was twisted, nobody brave enough to even try touching you until the spinal board was there.
she remembered the blood, as much as she'd tried to forget it, it drowned her mind and trickled and dropped her way into every little crack and crevice it could, the vision striking her as she'd sit bolt upright in bed, skin clammy and cold and her head pounding as she reached for you but could only grab empty sheets.
but what alexia remembered most of all was your eyes slowly closing, and the way her heart stopped with a suffocating and all consuming terror that they might not open ever again.
it had been brewing all game, something bad happening, a hazardous mix of poor refereeing and a frustratingly locked 0-0 scoreline.
you were subbed on in the sixtieth minute, palms slapping against ingrids as she patted your back and took your place on the bench, your boots digging into the soggy turf beneath your feet.
it began to drizzle not long after that, which promptly grew harder and harder until the ball was barely moving more than a few feet with each pass and your shirt clung to you like a second layer of skin, uncomfortably damp and tight.
the second yellow of the game was finally shown much to the relief of the home fans when a poor tackle meant ewa went thumping to the ground clutching her ankle, a small patch of red bleeding through her sock the only evidence of the studs which slashed her skin.
it should have been a red, then again everyone was shocked the referee even stopped play, pere already warning he would be putting in a complaint for the lack of calls and fouls at half time.
somehow the tension was amplified even further when in the eighty second minute, the drought was broken, your girlfriend freshly subbed on and slotting one in the back of the net after a mere four touches of the ball.
you knew she'd been frustrated when she was told she wouldn't be starting and would be on managed minutes, but you'd gently reminded as you had time and time again that this was all a part of her recovery plan and she couldn't afford to rush it and risk her knee again.
you'd been there through the acl which almost broke not just alexia but your relationship with her, the stubborn midfielder pushing everyone away including you.
you were screamed at to leave until you had no choice but to listen for fear of alexia shredding her vocal chords, her mami giving you a pitiful look and a soft assurance that she would come around as she closed the door after you.
despite her demands you not bother you came back the next day, and the day after that, and again and again until finally she had no choice but to accept she couldn't just push you away, you simply wouldn't let her.
selfishly that was one of your first fears when her knee had tweaked again not long after she'd finally touched the pitch again, that you'd once again be iced out and pushed away and that this time not even therapy might be able to salvage your relationship.
alexia loved fiercely, she was one of the most passionate and strong willed women you'd ever known, but sometimes it was the pride that came along with that passion that meant she was blind to just how fiercely others loved her back.
it didn't take long before she'd managed to get it out of you, your girlfriend noticing right away you'd seemed just that little bit more reserved and withdrawn from the moment she felt that odd sense of discomfort, even if it was so slight that nobody but alexia would have even picked up on it.
as soon as the confession left your lips you were apologizing, assuring about how you knew this wasn't about you and your insecurities.
that you knew alexia needed to put her strength and her will into her recovery and again you would be by her side however she needed, but before you could even finish a hand was covering her mouth, an ever so small smile tweaking at the girls pale pink lips.
"mi amor you are allowed to have feelings, sĂ? it is my knee but we are a team, a couple, and i need you. i will not ever take you for granted again cariĂąo, vale? te quiero."
and alexia did need you, more than she realised as the angst of having to once again sit in the stands and watch plagued her more than she was prepared for, feeling like all the work she'd put in to take steps forward was for nothing.
but you were always there to remind her of the truth, the truth that everything was not for nothing, and that if anyone could come out the other side stronger it was alexia, the constant reassurance that her best was all anyone could ask for.
so you'd been a little nervous when she'd finally come on, knowing that the game was nothing but tension and poor tackles but of course your girlfriend of all people would be the one to break the deadlock.
but the relief was short lived, everyone knowing now it needed to be kept a clean sheet to take the win, and you'd be lying if you said that even if she scored your mind wasn't the tiniest bit preoccupied by your worries for alexia.
that slight slip in concentration was all it had taken for you to go down, that and a corner gone horribly, horribly wrong.
it was in their favour, every single player stacked up between the posts, elbows flying and hands pushing as everyone fought to maintain position, the thud of boots meeting ball and it was flying through the air.
you'd been shoved in the back and not expecting it your knees buckled and you lost your balance, though right as you stumbled the ball fell into the pit of players and suddenly you felt a white hot pain rip through your face.
you felt something wet and sticky drip down your cheek, the smell of grass invade your nostrils as you hit the pitch and the taste of metal in your mouth, and then everything went black.
alexia was the first person in the ambulance with you, nobody even attempting to argue with her as she barked out orders about calling your family and the paramedic advised which hospital you'd be going to before the double doors slammed shut.
alexia felt bile rise in her throat, barely able to see you with the two paramedics busy trying to slow the blood and make sure you were stabilised, her questions all going unanswered as the sirens blared and the ambulance sped quickly through the streets of barcelona.
"que? no no no i have to go with her! por favor she is-" alexia tried to argue as they arrived to the hospital and you were quickly wheeled away and out of sight. but no matter how much she argued the nurse was firm the best thing she could do was wait and let the doctors do their job.
alexia was ready to find someone else to argue with but her phone ringing stopped her, your mums contact flashing as the midfielder stepped away to answer it, quickly filling her in on what happened and trying to remain calm as she did so.
being from england your family didn't fly over for every game, but your mum was quick to assure she would be on the next possible flight to barcelona and begging alexia to keep her updated which your girlfriend promised she would.
the unfortunate collision had of course been a cruel mistake but it was an accident, thanks to wet ground and poor timing. though when the player whose studs had ripped through the skin on your face had tried to come over and apologize it had taken four of your teammates to hold alexia back.
a few more phone calls, a quick change out of her soaking wet unform once eli arrived and practically shoved your girlfriend into the bathroom with a dry outfit, and a new nurse was coming over to give alexia an update. eli and one of your cousins who lived in barcelona both with her now as a few more of your teammates would be on the way now the game had finished, alexia had more support than she knew what to do with, wishing desperately she had more answers to the questions sent her way about your condition.
the nurse quickly assured everything looked worse than it really was, and that the deep gouge in your forehead was able to be stitched up, but that you'd needed a skin graft for the one in your cheek given a fair chunk of the flesh was unsalvagable.
the image of it the torn tatters of your cheek flapping in the wind and the rain as you lay still on the grass with mauve tinted blood stained skin was one that would haunt alexia for a long time yet to come.
the midfielder was only half listening, body coiled with adrenaline as the nurse spoke but really her mouth just opened and closed, blood pumping through your girlfriends ears like waves crashing against the shore.
she felt a tug on her arm, grounded back down into reality as her mami gently repeated she was able to go and see you now, but that you were heavily drugged up.
alexia was quick to follow the nurse back toward the recovery rooms, nodding along to whatever she was saying but not paying the simple pleasantries much mind, her breath catching in her throat at the final sight of you laid up in a hospital bed.
"sĂ sĂ, gracias." alexia quickly thanked the nurse who stepped out for a moment to give you both some privacy, alexias feet rooted in place as a tsunami of emotions washed over her and she needed a minute before she could even begin to process any of it.
finally her head and her feet seemed to communicate and alexia took a few steps before very slowly lowering herself into the chair at your bedside, reaching out for you before recoiling her hands, scared as if you were made of glass that could shatter at her touch.
"oh mi amor." the girl sighed with a wince, eyes raking over the stitches in your face and ever so carefully tracing her thumb along your jaw for a fleeting second.
the moment was interrupted by a soft knock at the door, the nurse appearing with an apologetic smile explaining the doctor wanted to check you over and she needed to head back to the waiting area until you woke up.
âmi vida i am here... i am not going anywhere. so take your time, but please please come back to me." alexia whispered to you quietly, kissing her thumb and again very softly pressing it to your jaw, too afraid to dare to do anything else before she stood, one final look back at you as her chest ached and she forced herself to follow the nurse out of your room.
it wasn't for a few more hours before you woke up, several of your friends and teammates coming and going and alexia's phone near constantly chiming with even more support flowing in.
until finally the fog in her head could clear just that little bit when finally the nurse on shift appeared, advising you were somewhat awake and the doctor was happy with your vitals.
eli had already left to go collect your mum from the airport, keira promising to update them both before alexia left to quickly follow after the nurse.
"ay dios mio." alexia exhaled, your eyes half fluttering open as she near levitated to your side, the nurses words falling on deaf ears as alexia nodded, gaze glued to your face as once again she left to give the pair of you some privacy.
"oh amor." alexia reached out to carefully take your hand, reief flooding her body at the ever so subtle squeeze from you, your eyes barely open as you hummed, the nurse having already warned alexia with the stitches you'd not be able to speak much.
"who-who-" you tried to mumble, alexia leaning a little closer so she could hear you properly. "who are you?" with those three words her heart dropped, her world coming crashing down as her grip on your hand slipped and she lurched back as if burned.
but then she saw it, that ever so subtle smile and the way one of your eyes opened a little wider, a too familiar look in them as groggily you reached out for hand again and she was all too happy to take it.
"eres un imbĂŠcil." alexia muttered with a shake of her head, only you would find a joke so fucked up that funny in a time like this.
"ale." you croaked, barely able to move your mouth as gently your girlfriend shushed you and warned it was best if you didn't speak as to not risk popping any of your stitches while they were so fresh.
"i am here cari, i will always be here with you, always."
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Here we witnessed the President and Vice President of the United States, supposed leaders of the free world, berating and belittling the leader of a sovereign nation fighting for its very survival. This wasn't just a breach of decorum; it was a repudiation of the principles that have underpinned global stability for generations. In that moment, the mask slipped, revealing the true face of a leadership so divorced from reality, so consumed by its own narratives, that it can no longer distinguish between allies and adversaries, between democracy and authoritarianism. But what makes this moment truly chilling is not just the behavior of these particular individuals. It's the realization that this event is the logical endpoint of the ideas we've been discussing. This is what happens when Yarvin's neoreactionary thought infects the highest levels of government. This is the real-world consequence of treating democracy as an outdated operating system, of viewing international relations as nothing more than a game of power to be won by the most ruthless player. In that Oval Office, we saw the collision of multiple dangerous ideologies: the crude nationalism of Trump, the technocratic authoritarianism of Silicon Valley, and the cynical realpolitik of those who believe might makes right. It's a toxic brew, one that threatens not just American democracy, but the entire post-World War II international order.
Clear Thinking v. Curtis Yarvin - by Mike Brock
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Best of the Bad Boys | Part II
Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x F!Reader
Summary: You've fallen for the best of the best. Unfortunately, he also happens to be the worst of the worst.
CW: mild angst, swearing, fluff
WC: ~1900
Part I | Masterlist
âWhy didnât you tell me Viper was your father?â Maverick calls, following you out into the lot.
Youâre walking briskly ahead of him because you were hoping to postpone this very conversation. You slow your pace a touch and glance back at him over your shoulder. âYou didnât ask.â
Maverick gives you a disgruntled look and slides a pair of aviators over his eyes. âCute,â he replies curtly, walking past you toward his bike.
âDid you tell my father what youâre giving me a ride in?â you ask, eyeing the motorcycle skeptically.
Maverick pauses briefly as he grabs the handlebar and lowers his head to peek up at you over the rims of his sunglasses. âYour father trusts me to fly jets. I think heâd be okay with the Ninja.â
You shrug nonchalantly. âItâs your ass on the line.â
Maverick exhales sharply and takes a step toward you. âExactly,â he says moodily. âYou couldâve given me a heads up.â
âI didnât think Iâd ever see you again!â you exclaim in a forceful whisper, very conscious of how close heâs gotten. âI never come here.â You look around anxiously, ensuring that no one is around. âToday was an exception â obviously,â you finish, rubbing the back of your head where your clip had broken against it.
Maverick watches you intently. âAre you okay?â he finally says.
âYou already asked me that,â you retort grumpily, lowering your gaze.
âIâm asking again.â
âIâm fine.â
Maverick lets out another sigh and then mounts his bike. He glances over at you. âYou coming?â
You hesitate for a moment before climbing onto the back of the seat. Tentatively, you take a hold of his jacket, being careful not to actually touch his body.
But Maverick takes your hand in his and brings it around his torso, pressing it into his abdomen. You hold your breath nervously, trying not to think about the ripple of abs you can feel underneath the thin fabric of his t-shirt. âIâm not going to be flooring it,â he says, starting the engine. âBut Iâd still prefer it if you held on.â
You bring your other hand around to his stomach, wondering if riding around on a motorcycle is really the best pastime for someone whose limbs are still feeling like jelly after an â albeit minor â collision. You know that your father would certainly not approve. And yet, you somehow feel like you could trust Maverick to deliver you home safe and sound.
As Maverick pulls out of the lot, he yells to you over the roar of the engine, âYou thought youâd never see me again?â
You stare at the back of his neck, wondering how the heck youâre going to reply. Thankfully, the motor is loud enough that you have some time to think about it.
When Maverick slows to a stop at a red light, he turns his head to the side so that youâre graced with the contours of his side profile for several moments. He doesnât strain to look at you over his shoulder but the pause as he lowers his gaze to the asphalt is enough to confirm that heâs awaiting a response.
âI didnât know you were planning on staying,â you say, trying to infuse your voice with confidence despite your discomfort.
Maverick revs his engine just before the light turns green and starts rolling through the intersection the moment it changes. He doesnât say anything else until he parks outside your house and kills the engine. âI wasnât,â he says evenly and then climbs off the bike. He turns to look at you coolly and offers a hand to help you down.
You ignore his outstretched hand and dismount without his help. âYou werenât going to stay?â you ask casually, pretending that the impending answer is entirely insignificant to you.
Maverick shakes his head. âI turned down the offer last week.â
You gulp anxiously, suddenly severely distraught at the thought of Maverick leaving â even though you apparently ânever thought youâd see him again.â âBut my dad said â does he know that you turned down the offer?â
Maverick watches you in silence for a second and then nods. He drops his gaze then and mutters, âI called him this morning, told him I was reconsidering my decision.â His eyes meet yours again with a stoic expression.
You blink to break the eye contact and look away uneasily. âHow come?â you ask nonchalantly.
âJust felt like sticking around for a bit,â he says.
You glance up at him and, while heâs still not exactly smiling, the crease between his furrowed eyebrows has softened a touch. You realize that his change of heart must have had â at least in part â something to do with you, considering it happened immediately after your encounter. But youâre too afraid of being wrong to voice this theory so, instead, you say, âEven so, Iâm hardly ever on base and I donât exactly hang out at the officerâs club very often. The chances of us running into each other again were pretty slim.â
Maverick narrows his eyes. âYou gave me your number.â
âWould you have called?â
Maverick stares at you. âI wouldnât have asked for it if I wasnât going to call.â
You shrug. âIt was a fake number.â
Maverick raises his eyebrows and scoffs. âAlright,â he says. âIâll see you around then.â He turns back to his bike and swings his leg over to mount it. âOr I guess I wonât,â he adds, turning the key in the ignition.
You panic and take a step toward him, placing your hand over the handlebar and grasping it firmly. âCan you image if I had given you my real number?â you ask. âYou wouldâve called â maybeâ â you add with an eyeroll â âBut, if you had and my father picked up? Then what?â
Maverick holds your gaze as your words sink in. Of course, your logic is sound. You couldnât give him your real number. âYou couldâve told me he was your father,â he says levelly, clearly still abundantly vexed. âWhat else did you lie about?â
You tighten your grip around the handlebar until your knuckles turn white. âDonât act like you had any intention of seeing me again. And, if you did, how would I know? Itâs not like you have a history of committed relationships.â
âWhat do you know about my history?â he asks, lifting an eyebrow as though youâve piqued his interest.
You freeze for a moment and press your lips together crossly, annoyed that heâs caught onto the fact that you know more about him than youâd originally let on. âAre you going to take the position?â you ask irritably, completely ignoring his question.
âHow can I?â he asks, raising his voice. Then, in a desperate whisper, he adds, âI slept with my superior officerâs daughter!â
You stare at him guiltily. âHe doesnât have to know,â you say.
âI know,â Maverick responds, his eyes boring into yours.
You sigh. âPretend you donât.â After a few moments of silence, you let go of the bike and give him a tight smile and a small wave as you start to back away.
Maverick doesnât wave back. He watches you grimly as you retreat until you finally turn your back to him and ascend the steps of your porch.
You pause at your front door, wondering if you're ever going to see him again. But as you start to dig in your pocket for your house key, you feel a hand graze your upper back, and you whip your head around in surprise. How Maverick managed to scale your porch in under five seconds is beyond you, but youâre far too swept away to ruminate on the details.
Maverick waits a beat, his fingers sliding down your arm as you rotate to face him. His gaze slips momentarily to your lips before he says, âIâm not good at pretending.â
You stare at him in shock as the familiar weakness in your knees â a recurring ailment where Maverick is concerned â threatens to compromise your balance. Standing there, admiring the angles of his face, you suddenly can't think of anything more awe-inspiring. âYou should take the job,â you say feebly as he draws ever closer.
Maverick sets his jaw and breathes forcefully out through his nose as though heâs combatting a sentiment heâd rather not express. âOkay,â he whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead. This move destabilizes you further.
You glance up at him and his lips brush softly over the tip of your nose. Your heart springs violently into your throat and then proceeds to bounce around your ribcage like a pinball. He smells like leather and cologne and his light eyes hold your gaze like a magnet. âIâll stay away from the base,â you say quietly, not daring to believe your own words.
His hands slide up your shoulders and then your neck and then he cradles your head in his palms. âOkay,â he repeats, his face so close to yours that you can almost taste the citrus in his aftershave.
You try to control your breathing, closing your eyes as his thumbs sweep gently over your cheeks. âWe can forget all about this,â you whisper very faintly, as though you donât want to be heard.
Maverick nudges your face with the tip of his nose and mutters, âOkay,â in a warm, humid whisper. His lips move slowly over yours and, languidly, he wraps an entire arm around the back of your neck to bring your closer. He takes a few steps toward you but, since youâre already flush against his body, youâre forced to take a few steps back.
âThank you for the ride,â you mumble against his lips and you feel him grin at your words.
âMy pleasure,â he responds without taking his mouth off yours. He guides you backward until youâre against the front door of your house and suddenly you realize that youâre making out with a Top Gun aviator under your fatherâs roof.
This thought startles you awake and you brace your hands against Maverickâs chest, giving him a slight push.
Maverick withdraws instantly and drops his head with a heavy sigh before glancing up at you with a sheepish smile. âSorry,â he says, despite the unapologetic grin.
You scoff with an eye roll and shake your head. Not only is this turn of events the complete opposite of your earlier proposition but itâs also very much something you swore youâd never do. Maverick is just about the worst decision you could make and yet, here you are continuing to make it. âMy friend told me youâre trouble,â you say, straightening your posture because youâre now addressing something of utmost importance.
Maverickâs mouth tightens slightly as he attempts to keep a straight face. âSusan?â
âYes, Susan,â you retort mockingly, surprised that he remembers her name.
Maverick purses his lips, shifting his jaw in thought as he squints his eyes at you. âWhat sort of trouble?â
You give him a flat look. âShe wasnât specific.â
He nods. âHow convenient.â
You raise your eyebrows at him. âYouâre denying this?â
He shrugs nonchalantly. âNah, sheâs probably right.â
You stare at him in disbelief. âGood to know.â
He meets your gaze with a more genuine expression. âCome on,â he says. âItâs not like you havenât already made up your mind about me.â
You let out a dramatic sigh, ignoring the way his eyes are sparkling in the afternoon sun. Youâd love to just be straightforward and ask what his true intentions are, but that seems lame and boring and awkward. And youâre none of those things. So, you say, âWould you like to come in for a minute?â
Maverick gives you a small smile and nods. âOkay,â He responds.
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Y/N, a gifted but self-conscious graphic designer, lands a job at Jeon Enterprises, a powerhouse ruled by the sharp and controlling Jeon Jungkook, whose ruthless perfectionism hides behind an enigmatic façade. Though admired and feared, Jungkook targets Y/Nâs insecurities, using them as weapons against her.
Beside him stands his best friend, Min Yoongi, a sly and unpredictable force whose hot-and-cold behavior leaves Y/N questioning his motives.
Tangled in a web of cold authority, teasing games, and unspoken desire, Y/N must navigate a dangerous love triangle where ambition and emotion collide, threatening to unravel everything.
Pairing:Â Jungkook x Fem!Reader x Min Yoongi
Genre/Tags: plus sized reader, enemies to lovers, ceo!jungkook, graphic designer!reader, mafia!yoongi
Link to the other chapters: ACT I / ACT II / ACT III / ACT IV / ACT V / ACT VI / ACT VII
Chapters: 8 / ?
Chapter Warnings: mature language, bullying, slow burn, enemies to lovers
A/N: I finally managed to make it through! *wipes sweat off my forehead* Whew.
ACT VIII.
I could feel my blood boiling as Jungkookâs sharp voice filled the room. Again.
âDo you even try to meet deadlines, or is this just a joke to you?â he sneered, tossing my portfolio onto his desk like it was garbage. I was working for so long with him that I had gotten used to his outbursts, but today was definitely not the day where he could talk to me like that. I was frustrated and heated enough to keep silent.
The knot of frustration in my chest tightened, and I clenched my fists, trying to hold back the sting of tears. Iâd worked so hard on that design, but nothing was ever good enough for him. The perfectionist. The control freak. The worldâs most insufferable boss.
âYou know what, Boss?â I spat, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. âIâm done. Iâve had it with your insults, your impossible standards, and your complete lack of basic human decency.â
He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into that infuriating smirk. He leaned back against his chair, head tilted to the side. âIs that so?â
âYes!â I snapped, grabbing my bag off the chair. âFind yourself another designer, because Iâm not putting up with this anymore.â
I stormed out of his office, my heels clicking angrily against the polished floor. My heart pounded as I pressed the elevator button, praying it would arrive quickly. I couldnât stay in this building a second longer.
âY/N.â His voice echoed behind me.
I refused to turn around.
The elevator doors slid open, but before I could step inside, a strong hand caught my arm, spinning me around. My breath hitched as I came face-to-face with him, his dark eyes burning with something I couldnât quite place.
âDonât walk away from me,â he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
I yanked my arm free. âWhat do you care? Youâve made it perfectly clear Iâm useless to you.â
His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought heâd explode. Instead, he stepped closer, forcing me back until I felt the cold metal wall of the elevator behind me.
âYou think you can just quit?â he said, his voice a low rasp. âYou think Iâll fucking let you?â
My breath came in shallow gasps as the tension crackled between us. âYou donât get to control me, Jungkook. Not anymore.â
For a second, neither of us moved. Then, without warning, he closed the distance between us, his hands bracing against the wall on either side of me.
âYou drive me insane,â he murmured, his voice raw, his eyes locked on mine.
Before I could process his words, his lips crashed onto mine, fierce and demanding. It was a collision of frustration and something deeper, something I didnât dare name. My mind screamed at me to push him away, but my body betrayed me, my hands curling into the fabric of his blazer as I kissed him back. His tongue swirled in my mouth and I felt my knees go weak. I heard the faint "ping" sound of the elevator and soon the doors closed. But I was too focused on this, it was as if my body was burning. His hands grasped my hips and for a moment I felt insecure, but soon as I was pressed against him and his kiss became more heated, all insecurities were forgotten.
The kiss was overwhelming, igniting something wild and untamed between us. His touch was possessive, sending shivers down my spine. My head tilted instinctively, giving him better access as his lips moved down to my jawline, then my neck. My breath hitched at the sensation, my fingers curling into his soft hair.
The faint scent of his cologneâwoodsy and sharpâmixed with the heat of the moment, intoxicating me further. I whimpered softly, and he growled in response, his lips pressing harder against my skin, marking me.
Then, the elevator dinged.
I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. Jungkookâs lips stilled against my neck as the doors slid open.
And there stood Yoongi.
My supervisor, Jungkookâs best friend, and quite possibly the last person I wanted to see right now. His dark eyes scanned the scene, eyebrows raising slightly as he took in Jungkookâs disheveled blazer, my flushed face, and the undeniable tension crackling in the air.
âWell, this is⌠interesting,â Yoongi said, his tone unreadable as he stepped into the elevator.
Jungkook pulled back slightly, though his body remained close to mine, as if shielding me from Yoongiâs gaze. âWhat are you doing here?â he asked, his voice low and clipped.
âI could ask you the same thing,â Yoongi replied, leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed. âBut I think the answerâs pretty obvious.â The elevator doors closed and I saw Yoongi reach over and press the red button at the top of all buttons. It was a STOP button.Â
I tried to straighten up, smoothing my blouse and attempting to catch my breath. âThis isnâtââ
He held up a hand, cutting me off. âSpare me the explanations. I didnât ask for a play-by-play.â His gaze flicked between us, his expression neutral but his eyes glinting with mischief. âThough, I have to say, this isnât exactly HR-friendly behavior.â
Jungkook rolled his eyes, his hand still resting on my hip as if staking his claim. âIs there a point to this, or are you just here to annoy me?â
Yoongi smirked. âBoth, probably.â He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto mine. âBut mostly, Iâm curious. How did our dear Y/N go from hating your guts to⌠this?â
Heat rose to my cheeks, and I opened my mouth to protest, but Jungkook beat me to it.
âShe didnât,â he said firmly, his gaze cutting to Yoongi. âThis isnât your business.â
Yoongiâs smirk widened, and he raised his hands in mock surrender. âRelax, Jungkook. Iâm just here to push some buttons.â He glanced at me, his tone softening slightly. âYou okay?â
I nodded quickly, not trusting myself to speak.
âGood,â Yoongi said, his playful demeanor returning. âBecause Iâd hate to see you caught in the crossfire of his temper.â
âYoongi,â Jungkook warned, his tone sharp.
Yoongiâs smirk didnât waver as he stepped closer, his dark gaze unwavering and filled with something I couldnât quite read. The air in the elevator grew even heavier, the tension palpable. My breath quickened as I felt Jungkookâs grip on my hip tighten, his body still close to mine.
âYoongi,â Jungkook repeated a breathless warning.
But Yoongi only chuckled softly, his voice a low hum that sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. âRelax, Jungkook. Iâm not here to steal her. Just curious if our fiery little designer can handle the pressure.â
Before I could respondâor fully understand what he meantâYoongi moved behind me. My breath hitched as his hands found my waist, his touch firm yet somehow reassuring. Now two sets of hands were all over my body, making me melt completely.
âSee?â Yoongi said, his tone teasing as his lips hovered close to my ear. âIâm just helping out. Nothing personal.â
âYoongi,â I stammered, my voice shaky as my heart raced. âWhat are youââ
âShh,â he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. âJust⌠trust me.â
Jungkookâs eyes darkened as they met mine, his gaze flickering between my face and Yoongiâs presence behind me. There was a challenge there, unspoken but undeniable.
In an instant, Jungkookâs lips were on mine again, the kiss searing and consuming. My back pressed against Yoongiâs chest as Jungkookâs hands framed my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks with surprising gentleness. My senses were overwhelmed, caught between the two of them, their touches both grounding and electric.
Yoongiâs lips ghosted along my neck, his touch feather-light but enough to send sparks down my spine. His fingers rested on my hips, steadying me as Jungkook deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing mine in a way that made my knees weak.
I was caught between them, my body pinned in place by their presence. The weight of it, the intensity of their focus, left me breathless. Jungkook pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, his voice low and rough as he muttered, âYou drive me crazy.â
Yoongi chuckled softly behind me, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear as he whispered, âYouâve got both of us wrapped around your finger, you know that?â
My heart pounded wildly as I tried to find words, to make sense of what was happening.
 The pressure was overwhelming, as though the walls of the elevator were closing in. My knees buckled, and just as Jungkookâs lips found mine again, the world shiftedâdistortedâand everything began to fade.
âY/N...â
The whisper came again, softer this time. Fainter.
âY/N!â
The voice echoed, a ripple in the growing void, pulling me out of the suffocating haze. The once overwhelming heat was replaced by a sterile coldness. My limbs felt weighted, disconnected from me, and my chest rose and fell in shallow, measured breaths.
âY/N, please wake up!â
The urgency in the voice grew louder, breaking through the fog. My lashes fluttered open, and harsh fluorescent light greeted me. Blinking against the glare, I struggled to take in my surroundings. The steady beeping of a heart monitor filled the room, and the faint scent of antiseptic stung my nose.
Hospital?
âY/N!â Ryaâs voice came next, a panicked yet relieved sound. Her face swam into focus, her usually composed demeanor replaced by an expression of raw emotion. Tears shimmered in her eyes, and she leaned closer, gripping my hand tightly.
âRya?â My voice was a cracked whisper, my throat dry as sandpaper. It was after I heard her voice that I started feeling my body. It was aching all over and I felt paralyzed.
âOh, thank God,â she breathed, wiping her cheeks quickly as if embarrassed by her tears. âYou scared the hell out of us. Do you have any ideaââ She cut herself off, shaking her head.
A shadow moved behind her, and Hoseok stepped forward, his arms crossed but his expression soft with concern. âYou had us really worried about you, Y/N.â His voice was steady, but I caught the slight quiver underneath.
âWhat⌠happened?â I managed to ask, my gaze darting between them.
âYou collapsed,â Rya said, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. âThey said it was exhaustion and shock. Butââ Her voice cracked. âBut the accidentââ
âAccident?â The fragmented memories returned in jagged flashesâheadlights, screeching tires, a sharp jolt of pain before darkness swallowed me whole. âThe carâŚâ
âYou were hit,â Hoseok said gently. âThey brought you here immediately. Youâre lucky to be alive. Doctor said you have bruises and your shoulder was dislocated when they brought you in. Thankfully, they managed to help you with it and no other physical traumas were discovered.â
I swallowed hard, trying to process his words. My hands instinctively moved toward my side, feeling for the small bag Iâd had with me. My stomach twisted when I found nothing.
âThe bag,â I croaked, panic rising in my chest. âWhereâs my bag?â
Rya exchanged a worried look with Hoseok. âWe⌠didnât see one,â she admitted softly.
âNo,â I whispered, the realization hitting me like a physical blow. âIt was important. The journalââ
âJournal, Tina's journal?â Hoseok asked, eyebrows furrowed.
Before I could answer, the memories from the elevator came crashing back with startling clarityâJungkookâs intensity, Yoongiâs whispered words, the heat and chaos that had consumed me just before the world went dark and I woke up here. I was confused as of to why did I have this . . . was it even a dream? Or a hallucination? I was growing delusional.Â
âY/N, youâre safe now,â Rya reassured, squeezing my hand. âFocus on getting better. Weâll figure everything else out later.â
But even as her words tried to anchor me, a chill ran down my spine. Someone wanted that journal badly enough to ensure I wouldnât stop them. And they wouldnât stop, not until they had it. "How long..." I whispered weakly, Rya scooted closer. "How long what?" "How long was I. . . out?" "It has been a week, Y/N."
I blinked, trying to make sense of what Rya had just said. A week? Iâd been unconscious for an entire week? The realization sent a wave of dizziness through me, and I gripped the edge of the hospital blanket tightly.
âA week,â I murmured, my voice shaky. âIâve been out for a whole week?â
Rya nodded, her expression softening. âThe doctors said it was a combination of stress, exhaustion, and the trauma from the accident. You really pushed yourself too hard, Y/N.â
âYou had us worried sick,â Hoseok added, his voice firm but kind. He stepped closer, his arms crossed but his eyes betraying a deep concern. âDo you have any idea how many times Rya and I begged the doctors for updates? We practically camped out here.â
âI⌠Iâm sorry,â I whispered, guilt threading through my voice.
âDonât apologize,â Rya interjected quickly, shaking her head. âWeâre just relieved youâre okay. But thereâs something you need to know.â
Her tone shifted, and I could sense the tension in the room thickening. My heart picked up speed, the steady beep of the monitor echoing my unease.
âWhat happened while I was out?â I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Rya hesitated, glancing at Hoseok as if seeking confirmation. He nodded subtly, and she took a deep breath before continuing. âItâs about Jungkook.â
My stomach tightened. âWhat about him?â
âTheyâve cleared him,â Hoseok said, his voice steady. âHeâs no longer a suspect in the case.â
âWhat?â My mind reeled. âHow? I thought the evidenceââ
âSomeone gave the police new evidence,â Rya explained. âA photograph, specifically. It proved Jungkook wasnât the man who murdered Tina. It took them a few days to actually verify the originality and itâs real. Unfortunately, thatâs all we knowâŚ"
My blood ran cold as the puzzle pieces began to fit together. It couldnât be a coincidence. The photograph theyâd mentioned⌠was it the same one I was about to ask Taehyung about before everything spiraled out of control? Who even took my bag in the first place? Who was the person who gave the picture to the police too? So many questions. I was awake for a few minutes already and I already had an headache.
My throat tightened, and I struggled to keep my voice calm. âDid they say what the photograph was of?â
Rya shook her head. âNo, just that it was enough to clear him completely. The police didnât share many details, but itâs all over the news now. Jungkookâs free. He went back to the office last week.â
âOf course, heâs still Jungkook,â Hoseok muttered, his tone laced with irony. âHe walked back in like nothing happened.â
But I wasnât focused on Jungkookâs return to work. My mind was spinning, replaying the moment Iâd almost shown Taehyung the photograph, the way it had burned a hole in my thoughts since then.
âWhat about Taehyung?â I asked suddenly, my voice sharper than I intended. âDid he⌠did he come by?â
Rya and Hoseok exchanged another glance, their expressions softening.
âHe did,â Hoseok said after a moment. âA lot, actually. He sat by your side for hours, especially in the first few days. The nurses said he barely left.â
Rya nodded. âHe was here when we werenât. Every time we came by, he was either reading something to you or just⌠sitting there, holding your hand.â
My chest tightened, a confusing mixture of relief and guilt washing over me. Iâd left Taehyung in the middle of all this chaos without any explanation, and yet, heâd been here. He hadnât abandoned me.
âHeâs been busy the past couple of days, though,â Rya added. âSomething about work. But he made us promise to call him the second you woke up.â
âI need to talk to him,â I murmured, more to myself than to anyone else.
âWeâll let him know youâre awake,â Rya said, squeezing my hand. âBut for now, you need to rest. Youâve been through enough.â
Rest. It sounded impossible when my thoughts were a storm of suspicions and half-formed connections. But I forced myself to nod, closing my eyes briefly as the weight of everything began to settle.
Somehow, I knew that when I saw Taehyung again, Iâd find answers. I just wasnât sure if I was ready for them.
-
The silence between us stretched, heavy and charged. Taehyung sat by my bedside, his posture relaxed, but there was a sharpness in his gaze that made my skin prickle. It was as if he were studying me, waiting for me to say somethingâanything.
âI was worried about you, Y/N,â he said, breaking the silence. His voice was low and steady, soothing in a way that felt too careful, too deliberate.
I nodded weakly, trying to muster the gratitude I knew I should feel. âThanks for being here, Tae. Rya and Hoseok told me you stayed⌠a lot.â
He offered a small smile. âOf course I did. Youâd do the same for me.â
Would I?
The thought barely had time to take root before my eyes drifted to his hands resting on his lap. My pulse quickened, a memory flashing vividly in my mindâthe scar.
The man Iâd seen before the accident, the one who had loomed in the shadows and made my stomach twist with unease, had a distinct scar on his wrist. It was jagged and angry, a mark impossible to miss.
Taehyungâs wrist was bare.
I couldnât stop myself from staring, my breath catching in my throat. His skin was smooth and unblemished, completely devoid of the scar I was so certain Iâd seen.
The realization hit me like a jolt of electricity, sharp and disorienting. Iâd been so sureâŚ
âY/N?â Taehyungâs voice pulled me back, his brows furrowing as he followed my gaze to his wrist. âWhatâs wrong?â
I swallowed hard, shaking my head quickly. âNothing,â I said, my voice a little too high-pitched. âI just⌠zoned out for a second.â
His eyes lingered on me, sharp and calculating, before he relaxed again. âYouâve been through a lot. Itâs normal to feel a little out of it.â
I forced a tight smile, my mind racing. If Taehyung wasnât the man with the scar, then who was? And why had I been so convinced it was him?
âDid you⌠hear anything about the guy who hit me?â I asked cautiously, watching his reaction.
Taehyung shook his head. âNo. The police didnât tell me much, just that it seemed deliberate. Theyâre still looking for leads.â
Deliberate. The word sent a shiver down my spine. My gaze flickered back to his wrist again, my thoughts spiraling.
If Taehyung wasnât the man with the scar, then Iâd accused him in my mind without reason. But the questions surrounding him still lingered. Why had he been so involved? Why had he seemed so calm, even now, when everything felt like it was falling apart?
âYouâre staring again,â he said, his tone lighter but edged with curiosity.
I blinked, heat rising to my cheeks. âSorry,â I muttered. âI guess Iâm still processing everything.â
âItâs okay,â he said softly. âTake your time. Iâm here.âÂ
But his reassurance didnât settle me. If anything, it only deepened the unease clawing at my chest. "Fuck, where is my phone, " I croaked out weakly. I tried to sit up properly and Taehyung was by my side immediately, his puppy like eyes were staring at me and I felt a deep pang of guilt in my chest. How could I suspect him at all? I've known him since childhood, he was so caring and always there for people. "If it's about your parents, I already spoke to them. I told them you broke your phone and you will be able to contact them as soon as it gets fixed." I frowned, "And they believed that?" soft snort escaped my lips. I was grateful that he lied, I didn't want to have them worry and fly here. "I mean, they trust me, they think I am a good match for you..." I glanced at him, giving him a weak smile. "Yeah...they do. They like you a lot. And thank you...for doing that, it means a lot." "Don't mention it, next time, treat me a good Subway sandwich and we clear." his comment brightened the mood and made me giggle weakly.
As the night stretched on and Taehyung stayed by my side, I couldnât shake the thought circling in my mind: If he wasnât the man with the scar, then who was?
The hospital room was dimly lit, save for the soft glow of the television screen. Taehyung had found the remote, flipping through channels until he stumbled upon Fast and Furious.
âClassic,â he said, a grin tugging at his lips as he settled into the chair beside my bed.
I rolled my eyes but couldnât help a small smile. âOf course, youâd pick this.â
âHey, donât knock it. Itâs cinema gold,â he defended, tossing a piece of the wrapped candy heâd snuck in onto the tray table.
As the opening scene blazed across the screen, we both fell into an easy rhythm of watching and cracking jokes.
âDo you think anyone actually needs this much nitrous?â I asked, arching a brow as one of the cars practically launched itself down a street.
âAbsolutely,â Taehyung deadpanned. âHow else are they supposed to dramatically explode at the finish line?â
We burst into laughter, the sound light and freeing. It felt good to let go, even if just for a moment.
A particularly over-the-top scene of Dom driving through a collapsing building made me shake my head. âOkay, thereâs no way that car is still running after that. Itâs basically a glorified tin can at this point.â
âBlasphemy,â Taehyung said, feigning offense. âThese cars are indestructible. Havenât you learned anything?â
I laughed again, the tension Iâd felt earlier slowly easing. Taehyungâs easy humor was infectious, and for a while, the world outside the hospital room seemed to fade away.
But then, the door creaked open.
The air shifted immediately, a charged tension filling the room as I turned to see who it was. Jungkook and Yoongi stood in the doorway, their expressions unreadable. Jungkookâs dark eyes flicked between Taehyung and me, lingering just a moment too long on the smile that hadnât yet faded from my face.
Yoongi, as usual, looked amused, his lips curving into a faint smirk as he leaned against the doorframe. âWell, isnât this cozy?â he drawled, his tone light but with an edge I couldnât quite place.
Taehyung sat up straighter, his easy demeanor shifting subtly. âWe were watching cinematic history.â He gestured toward the screen, where another improbable car stunt was unfolding.
Yoongi quirked a brow. âFast and Furious? Classy.â
Jungkook, however, didnât seem interested in the television. His gaze locked onto mine, his jaw tightening slightly. âHow are you feeling?â
âBetter,â I replied, my voice quieter now. The warmth Iâd felt earlier was quickly replaced by a nervous energy.
Taehyung leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. âSheâs doing fine. You didnât have to come all this way to check up on her.â
âWe wanted to see for ourselves,â Jungkook said, his tone clipped.
Yoongi stepped further into the room, his sharp eyes darting between us. âRelax, Taehyung. Weâre all friends here, arenât we?â
âFriends?â Taehyung echoed, his tone just as sharp. âI donât recall you visiting much while she was unconscious.â
Yoongiâs smirk deepened, but there was something dangerous in it. âYou wouldnât know because you werenât here the last few days.â
The tension in the room was palpable now, the playful atmosphere from moments ago completely gone. I shifted uncomfortably, my gaze darting between the three men.
âGuys,â I said, my voice breaking the standoff. âThis isnât a competition.â
Jungkookâs gaze softened slightly as it landed back on me. âYou should be resting,â he said, ignoring Taehyung completely.
âI was resting,â I said, gesturing to the TV. âAnd then Taehyung decided to educate me on the importance of nitrous oxide in car stunts.â
Yoongi chuckled, the sound low and amused. âSounds about right.â
Jungkook didnât smile. His jaw tightened again, and he took a step closer to the bed. âIf you need anythingââ
âShe has me,â Taehyung interrupted, his tone firm.
âFunny,â Jungkook replied, his gaze never leaving mine. âBecause last I checked, she wasnât just your concern.â
The room felt like it was on the verge of imploding, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on all of us. Even the TV, still blaring action sequences, felt muted against the charged silence.
âMaybe we should all take a breather,â I suggested weakly, my heart pounding in my chest. âThis doesnât have to turn into⌠whatever this is.â
Yoongi finally moved, breaking the tension as he grabbed a candy from the tray table and unwrapped it leisurely. âSheâs right,â he said, popping it into his mouth. âNo need to fight over her. Yet.â
The word hung in the air, laced with something unspoken.
Jungkookâs glare shifted to Yoongi, but he didnât say anything. Taehyung, however, didnât back down, his shoulders squaring as he leaned slightly forward.
I sank deeper into the bed, my pulse thrumming in my ears. What had started as a lighthearted evening had turned into something far more complicatedâand I wasnât sure how to untangle it.
The tension in the room was unbearable, a pressure cooker of barely restrained tempers. Jungkookâs eyes narrowed as he took another step toward the bed, his posture rigid. Yoongi, meanwhile, lounged against the wall, but his smirk betrayed an underlying sharpness that felt just as dangerous.
Taehyung, on the other hand, seemed entirely unfazed. In fact, he looked downright smug as he leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed casually over the other.
âRelax, guys,â Taehyung said, his voice dripping with cocky amusement. âY/N and I were just having a little fun. No need to get all territorial.â
Jungkookâs jaw tightened, his dark eyes flashing. âThis isnât about territory.â
âCouldâve fooled me,â Taehyung shot back, a grin tugging at his lips.
Yoongi chuckled, though the sound was anything but friendly. âYouâre awfully confident for someone whoâs just playing nursemaid.â
Taehyungâs grin widened, and he tilted his head, his gaze flickering toward me. âI donât mind taking care of her. Someone has to, right?â
âGuys,â I said sharply, my patience wearing thin. âstop it.â
They all glanced at me,their expressions softening slightly, but the defiance in their eyes remained.
âIâm tired,â I said, louder this time, my voice firm as I sat up straighter in bed. âI donât have the energy for your childish behavior. If you canât all be civil, then Iâm going to have to ask you to leave.â
Jungkookâs gaze snapped to mine, his expression softening. âY/Nââ
âLet her rest,â Yoongi cut in, though his tone held an uncharacteristic seriousness. He turned to me, his smirk fading slightly. âWe wonât take much of your time, before we go we have to talk. Privately.â
Taehyungâs eyes narrowed, his cocky demeanor slipping. âAnything you have to say to her, you can say in front of me.â
Yoongi raised a brow, clearly unimpressed. âThis isnât up for debate, little lawyer.â
âItâs fine,â I interjected quickly, raising a hand to stop the brewing argument. âTae, Iâll be okay. Weâll talk later.â
Taehyung hesitated, his jaw tightening as his gaze flicked between Yoongi and Jungkook. âYou sure?â
I nodded, offering him a small, reassuring smile. âIâm sure. Thank you for being here, really.â
His shoulders relaxed slightly, though his expression remained tense. Standing, he shoved his hands into his pockets and took a step toward the door.
âIâll come back tomorrow,â he said, his voice quieter now. His eyes lingered on mine for a moment, and there was something unspoken in his gazeâa mixture of worry and frustration.
âGoodnight, Tae,â I said softly.
âGoodnight.â With a final glance toward Jungkook and Yoongi he left the room as the door slammed shut. I reached to rub my forehead, clearly tired and exhausted by this entire behavior of theirs. I didnât get neither of them, it was they were on a damn competition and it was getting on my nerves.
I let out a slow breath, turning my attention back to the two men still in the room. Jungkook stood near the bed, his posture tense, while Yoongi leaned casually against the wall, his arms crossed. Both of them wore black suits, they were probably visiting after work. If I didnât knew them, Iâd simply think how attractive they were and pass them on the street without even thinking of talking to them, or them talking to me. I was /that/ insecure in my looks. But now? I had both of these menâs attention on me. And I felt exposed and awkward as hell.
âOkay,â I said, my voice weary. âYou have me alone. Whatâs so important that it couldnât wait?â
Yoongi pushed off the wall, his expression serious now. âWe need to talk about whatâs really going on.â
Jungkook nodded, his eyes dark and unreadable. âThe accident. The photograph. Everything.â
I swallowed hard, my heart racing. âWhat about it?â
Yoongi exchanged a glance with Jungkook before stepping closer, his voice low. âWe think whoeverâs behind this isnât done. And youâre still in danger.â
My stomach dropped. âDanger? What are you talking about?â
Jungkookâs voice was firm, his tone leaving no room for doubt. âSomeone wanted to hurt you, Y/N. And weâre going to figure out who. But you have to cooperate with us..â
The weight of their words settled over me like a suffocating blanket. Iâd spent so much time trying to piece everything together on my own, but now, with them standing here, it was clear this wasnât something I could face alone.
I took a shaky breath, meeting their gazes. âI will hear what you have to say first, if I think itâs worthy enough of me to cooperate, then I shall.â
Jungkook let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head as he ran fingers through his black locks of hair. âYouâre so damn stubborn.â
I crossed my arms. âFlattery isnât going to make me any more agreeable. What exactly do you want from me?â
Jungkook stepped closer, and I could feel the weight of his gaze pressing down on me. âWe already moved your stuff.â
My jaw dropped. âExcuse me?â
Yoongi looked entirely too pleased with himself. âTo a small apartment near the company, itâs security covered soâŚâ he added, voice calm but teasing.
I stared between the two of them, incredulous. âYouâwhat? You canât justââ
Jungkook shrugged. âWe can. And we did.â
I clenched my fists. âThat is an invasion of my privacy! What the hell makes you think you can just decide where I live?â
Yoongi sighed dramatically. âMaybe the fact that someone is trying to kill you? Call us crazy.â
I shot him a glare, but my mind was already reeling with a million other thoughts. My thingsâHades. Oh god. âWhereâs Hades?â
Yoongi hummed, grasping the edge of my bed and leaned closer, âYour little spawn of death and barks is also there in the apartment.â
Jungkook huffed a quiet laugh, but I was too busy staring at them, seething. âAnd what about Rya? You think sheâs just going to be okay with this?â
Jungkookâs gaze softened slightly. âShe was worried about you. After what happened, she agreed that you should be somewhere safer. For her own safety, too.â
My stomach twisted. Rya agreed? That meant she really thought it was bad. âYoongi and I will occassionally come and check up on you, as well as you will have bodyguards escort you to work.â âYou are both insane.â âI mean, we are, but you have no choice, really.â Yoongi added, wiggling his eyebrows.
I swallowed, shifting uncomfortably under their watchful eyes. The heat in the room felt suffocating, and I realized too late that we were standing far too close. The memory of my dream hit me like a truckâthe way Jungkook and Yoongi had been pressed against me in that tiny elevator, their warmth surrounding me, their breaths teasing my skinâ
I felt the heat rise to my face instantly.
Jungkookâs sharp gaze flickered to my expression, as if he could read my thoughts. His lips curled into the slightest smirk, and Yoongi raised an eyebrow.
âSomething wrong, sweetheart?â Yoongi asked, his voice slow, knowing.
I quickly shook my head, stepping back. âNope. Nothing. Just⌠furious. Absolutely livid.â
Jungkook leaned in slightly, voice dropping to something almost dangerous. âYou can be as mad as you want. But youâre staying in that apartment.â
I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. Their presence was suffocating in the worst and best way, and god help me, part of me wanted to keep pushing just to see how far I could take it. Other part of me just wanted to say âYesâ, roll over and cover myself as if to hide away. -
The past week had been⌠eventful, to say the least. Between physical therapy, endless check-ins from Jungkook and Yoongi, and the suffocating presence of security, I hadnât had a single moment of true solitude. But I was feeling better nowâstronger. The lingering pain was manageable, and more importantly, I could walk on my own again.
Which led me here.
Two bodyguards flanked me as I stepped into the apartment Jungkook and Yoongi had forced me into, their presence a constant reminder that I wasnât exactly free.
The moment I stepped inside, I was met with the excited barks of my little monster. âHades!â I grinned, crouching just as my dog launched himself at me, his little tail wagging so hard I thought he might levitate. âDid you miss me, you little terror?â
Hades whined and licked my face, and I buried my hands in his fur, grateful for at least one familiar presence in all this insanity.
Only after Iâd gotten my fill of Hadesâ affection did I take in my surroundings. And wow.
This place was insane.
It was all sleek black and white, modern and sharp, like something out of a high-end magazine. The floors gleamed under the dim lighting, the glass windows stretched from floor to ceiling, offering a breathtaking view of the city. A massive, plush-looking black sofa sat in the center of the living space, and I already knew Iâd be spending my nights thereâit looked way more inviting than the small bedroom tucked into the corner. The kitchenette was minimal but polished, the kind of thing that suggested whoever owned this place either rarely cooked or had an expensive personal chef.
I frowned. This was definitely a bachelorâs pad.
Yoongiâs bachelor pad?
The thought made me pause. It had to be his, right? Jungkook had plenty of money, but this felt too⌠refined for him. No offense.
I looked around again, taking in the details. Close to the office. Expensive but understated. Perfectly located for convenience. It screamed Min Yoongi.
I glanced at one of the bodyguards. âWho owns this place?â
He didnât even hesitate. âMr. Jeon.â
I blinked. Jungkook?
My lips parted in surprise. Iâd expected this to be Yoongiâs, but now that I thought about it⌠the place was sleek, but not entirely cold. There was warmth in the detailsâthings Iâd overlooked at first. The slight messiness near the entertainment system, the faint scent of something clean yet musky. Jungkookâs cologne.
My stomach did a weird little flip.
Jungkook owned this place.
I knew he was richâhis suits alone could probably pay my rent for monthsâbut this apartment was stupidly luxurious. And the fact that it was just minutes from our office? That meant he stayed here often.
So why the hell was he giving it to me?
I plopped down onto the massive couch, Hades jumping up beside me. âSo, this is my life now, huh?â I muttered, scratching behind his ears.
The bodyguards didnât answer. They just stationed themselves near the door, watching me like hawks.
I sighed. âGreat.â
I was safe. Comfortable. But I wasnât free.
And something about sleeping in Jungkookâs spaceâsurrounded by his presence, his scentâfelt more dangerous than anything else.
As I sank deeper into Jungkookâs ridiculously comfortable couch, Hades curled up beside me, I let my mind wander back over the past week. So much had happened, and yet it felt like time had moved in slow motion.
Rya had visited almost every day, her face twisted with worry no matter how many times I reassured her that I was fine. She had been surprisingly okay with me moving hereâthough I suspected it was more out of fear for my safety than anything else. Hoseok had also stopped by whenever he could, bringing his usual warmth and easy humor, trying to keep things light even when everything around us felt unbearably heavy.
But Taehyung?
Taehyung had not been happy.
The first time he visited me after finding out I was moving into Jungkookâs apartment, he had been fuming. I could still hear his sharp words from that day.
"Are you serious? Out of all the places you could stay, youâre staying at their apartment?â
I had tried to calm him down, explaining that I didnât really have a choice, but Taehyung was stubbornâalmost as stubborn as me. He hated the idea, hated that Jungkook and Yoongi were the ones âplaying hero,â as he so bitterly put it. Eventually, though, heâd had no choice but to accept it.
Even so, I knew him well enough to recognize that he was still uneasy about the whole situation.
And honestly? So was I.
Because ever since that nightâthe accident, the photographâI couldnât shake this awful feeling.
Like I was being watched.
It didnât make sense. Jungkook and Yoongi had doubled security. I was constantly surrounded by bodyguards, and I never went anywhere alone. There was no way someone could be keeping tabs on me.
And yet, I felt it.
The sensation of eyes on me, lingering just out of sight. The subtle shift in the air that made my skin crawl. Iâd glance over my shoulder, expecting to see someone, but there was never anyone there.
At first, Iâd brushed it off as paranoia. After everything that had happened, it wasnât exactly surprising that my nerves were shot. But the feeling didnât go away. If anything, it had gotten worse.
I pulled my knees to my chest, pressing my lips together. Maybe I was losing it. Maybe I was letting fear get the best of me.
Or maybe⌠someone really was watching.
I exhaled slowly, forcing my thoughts away from the unsettling idea. Instead, I focused on something more manageableâlike the fact that Yoongi had given me a new phone.
My old one had been destroyed beyond repair, and I hadnât even realized how disconnected I felt without it until Jungkook placed a brand-new one in my hand, his voice nonchalant as ever.
"You need a way to contact us. Donât lose this one.â
It had taken me a moment to adjust to the new device, but once I did, the first thing I did was call Rya. She had sounded relieved to hear from me, even if our conversations had been short.
I had also called my parents, keeping up the lie Taehyung had fed them.
"Sorry, my phone broke. I just got a new one, but everythingâs fine now."
They had believed me without question, which was both a relief and a small pang of guilt. Lying to them had never been easy, but it was necessary. The last thing I needed was my parents panicking over something they couldnât fix.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Everything was so⌠unreal. My life had been turned upside down in a matter of days, and now I was here, in Jungkookâs apartment, trying to pretend like things were normal when they were anything but.
Hades nudged my hand, as if sensing my unease, and I let out a small, tired laugh.
"At least I have you," I murmured, scratching behind his ear.
But as I stared out of the massive glass windows, the city lights stretching endlessly beyond the horizon, that feeling returned.
That prickling sensation at the back of my neck.
Like someone was watching me.
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The next morning, I was up earlier than I wanted to be. Hades had decided that I needed to be awake at the crack of dawn, his tiny paws pressing against my stomach as he barked insistently.
"Alright, alright," I groaned, rubbing my face as I sat up. "Iâm up, you little gremlin."
Hades wagged his tail, completely unbothered by my suffering.
Dragging myself toward the kitchenette, I squinted at the sleek, ultra-modern touchscreen coffee machine that had been mocking me since I moved in.
"Alright," I muttered to myself. "You and me, weâre gonna get along today."
Attempt #1: Pressed the wrong button. Machine beeped angrily. No coffee.
Attempt #2: Accidentally selected espresso shot instead of a full cup.
Attempt #3: Pressed too many buttons at once. Machine froze like it needed a damn reboot.
Hades barked at me, his tiny tail flicking with judgment.
"Oh, shut up," I grumbled, resetting the machine.
Attempt #4: No water in the tank. Had to refill it.
Attempt #5: Finally got a full cup of coffee.
I let out a triumphant sigh, holding my mug like it was a trophy. "I am the master of technology."
Hades sneezed.
I took a long sip, letting the caffeine work its magic before heading to the bedroom to get ready.
By the time I arrived at the company, escorted by two bodyguards like some sort of celebrity, I was fully awake and determined to have a normal workday.
The moment I stepped inside, the whispers started. My colleagues turned to look at me, some with wide eyes, others with relief.
Then, chaos.
"Y/N! Oh my god, youâre back!"
"Are you okay? What happened?"
"We were so worried!"
"I heard you were in an accidentâwas it really an accident?"
I barely had time to process the flood of voices before my desk was surrounded. People bombarded me with questions, their faces filled with concern and curiosity.
I forced a smile, trying to keep up with their energy, but before I could even begin to answer, a familiar voice cut through the noise.
"Alright, thatâs enough," Ryaâs firm tone rang out.
Hoseok appeared beside her, his usual bright smile present, but his eyes held a warning. "Give her some space, guys. Let the woman breathe before you interrogate her."
The crowd dispersed, grumbling but ultimately listening.
I shot Rya and Hoseok a grateful look. "Thanks. I think I forgot how loud this place could be."
Rya rolled her eyes. "Please. You shouldâve seen them before you even got here. Theyâve been talking about you all morning."
"Do you need anything?" Hoseok asked, his voice softer now.
I shook my head, smiling. "No, Iâm fine. Really."
They exchanged a look, clearly unconvinced, but didnât push it further.
And just as I settled into my chair, ready to start the day, a familiar presence loomed nearby.
Jungkook stood near my desk, arms crossed, an unimpressed expression on his ridiculously perfect face.
I blinked up at him. "Uh⌠good morning?"
"Youâre not supposed to be here," he said flatly.
I tilted my head. "Last time I checked, this was my job."
Jungkook exhaled sharply. "You were supposed to take two more days off."
"Iâm fine," I repeated. "Iâd rather be here than sitting in that apartment doing nothing."
His jaw tightened, but he didnât argue further. Instead, he sighed. "Fine. Since youâre already here, come to my office."
A few of our colleagues exchanged looks.
I ignored them and followed Jungkook to his office.
Once inside, he immediately launched into the latest project details, his voice professional and controlled. But every now and then, heâd slip in something else.
"So, the marketing team needs a revised pitch deck," he said, tapping on his desk. "Also, you look great today, but thatâs nothing new."
I blinked at him.
He didnât even acknowledge what he just said, continuing on. "I need you to go over the latest client proposalsâ"
"Wait." I cut him off. "Did you justâ"
"What?" He looked so innocent.
I narrowed my eyes. "Never mind. Continue."
"Right. As I was saying, the finance team needs our projections by FridayâŚâ
I deadpanned. "Jungkook."
"What?"
I stared at him for a solid three seconds before laughing in his face.
I couldnât help it.
He was flirting with me. Horribly.
Jungkookâs brows furrowed. "Why are you laughing?"
"Because youâre terrible at this," I grinned, shaking my head.
"Iâ" He paused, offended. "Excuse me?"
"Youâre not serious," I said, still giggling. "Are you?"
Jungkook opened his mouth, then closed it.
His ears turned pink.
I smirked. "Yeah, thatâs what I thought."
Before he could respond, I turned on my heel and walked out of his office, still grinning.
And as I sat back down at my desk, I swore I could feel his flustered stare from across the room.
The meeting room was filled with quiet murmurs as everyone settled into their seats. The air buzzed with anticipation as Jungkook stood at the front, his presence commanding the room effortlessly. His dark eyes swept over the team, his usual sharp focus in place as he began the presentation.
Behind him, the large screen displayed the details of their latest clientâa high-profile luxury brand looking for a full-scale identity revamp. Jungkook spoke with his usual confidence, outlining their expectations, the marketing direction, and the design elements they needed to refine.
I tried to focus. Really, I did.
But across the room, I could feel Yoongiâs eyes on me.
Every time I dared to glance in his direction, his gaze was already there, heavy and unreadable. It wasnât the first time heâd done thisâwatching me with that infuriatingly unreadable expression. But today, it felt more intense. Like he was waiting for something.
I straightened in my chair, pretending not to notice.
Jungkook continued, his voice smooth and authoritative. "With the expansion of our design team and the increased workload, I realized we needed an extra set of hands. So, Iâve gone ahead and hired someone new."
A few people exchanged glances, curiosity sparking around the room.
Jungkook gestured toward the door. "He should be arriving right aboutâ"
As if on cue, the doors swung open.
A tall figure stepped inside, his presence instantly drawing attention. He moved with quiet confidence, his dark eyes scanning the room before settlingâ
On me.
My breath hitched. My heart stopped, then started again in an erratic rhythm.
No.
It couldnât be.
My lips parted, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Jason."
Silence stretched across the room as the manâs lips curled into a familiar smirk.
But before I could even begin to process itâbefore the weight of his presence could fully sink inâJungkookâs voice cut through the air with a shocking revelation.
"Everyone, meet our newest hire."
My brother.
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Ahmed Baba at Ahmed Baba's Newsletter:
A flurry of incompetent policy decisions and abuses of power spark chaos and immediate court injunctions. Unhinged, divisive, blame-seeking press conferences that try to exploit a crisis or disaster. Democratic lawmakers and pro-democracy groups jump into action to oppose the latest unlawful maneuver. GOP lawmakers twist themselves into either defending the latest ramble or evading questions from an eager press demanding answers.
To the surprise of no one who has been honest with themselves, Trumpâs second term is unfolding much like his first, but with higher stakes. This week, the Trump Administration's federal funding freeze sparked confusion and chaos before they rescinded it after public pressure and court injunctions mounted. After a plane crash in D.C. killed 67 people, President Trump sought to exploit the tragedy by baselessly blaming DEI, sparking media fact-checks and public outcry. Trumpâs team has tried to sell the public on the idea that they would be more competent this time. That they learned from the failures of Trumpâs first term. But itâs clear that Trump 2.0 has many of the same shortcomings as Trump 1.0. Perhaps one of the biggest obstacles to Trumpâs authoritarian ambitions is his own incompetence.
I documented every day of Trumpâs first term in real-time and later organized it all in an index where you can click into every week. For me and many Americans who have been warning about what could happen in a second Trump administration, this was dĂŠjĂ vu. For others, this week was a stark reminder of why Trump is unfit for office. How Trump has behaved in office thus far is exactly why he lost as an incumbent in 2020. Trump's outrage-bait nonsense works in a campaign, but it's toxic in government, especially during a tragedy or crisis. During the 2024 election, many Americans appeared to have collective amnesia about Trump's first term. I wrote about this in my newsletter last year. The truth is Trump's governing style is defined by self-interest, chaos, incompetence, and divisive depravity. Now, Americans are being confronted with the real-world consequences of his re-election.
Even before the events of this week, a new Reuters/Ipsos poll showed that many of Trumpâs executive orders are wildly unpopular, and Trumpâs approval rating has dipped to 45%. The poll found that 77% of Americans oppose Trump ending requirements that make government employees report gifts or investments, 62% of Americans oppose pardoning the January 6 rioters, 60% oppose implementing new tariffs on imports from Canada, 59% oppose ending birthright citizenship, and 59% oppose ending federal efforts to hire women and people of color.
[...]
The first major commercial plane crash since 2009 had just occurred above D.C., and bodies were still being pulled from the Potomac River. The American public was in a state of mourning as we learned more about the passengers, which included American figure skaters. At this moment, Americans needed calm, deliberate leadership and credible information. Instead, they got the Donald Trump we remember from the unhinged COVID-19 pandemic press briefings. President Trump repeatedly sought to blame Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion programs at the Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) and the Biden Administration. Trump also cited people with disabilities. Multiple reporters pushed back, including NBCâs Peter Alexander, who pointed out the fact diversity policies were also in place during Trumpâs own administration. [...] The fact this policy was in place during Trumpâs own administration takes down one part of his argument, but the notion generally that this was somehow the fault of DEI, aka the presence of more people of color and women in these roles, is asinine and depraved. Even Senate Republicans were caught off guard by the comments.
[...] President Trump later signed a memo that blamed the crash on DEI. First off, itâs not clear whether there were any people of color or women flying either aircraft. So, that undermines his point. I feel terrible even talking about the race or gender of these people who have lost their lives, but Trump has forced that into this discussion. This was a tragic accident, and the skills of these individuals should not be thrown into question. They go through rigorous training and are highly qualified for their roles. [...]
This crash came days after Trump made sweeping changes at the FAA as part of his efforts to downsize the federal government. Trump removed several key officials and implemented a hiring freeze. Itâs not clear if Trumpâs actions contributed to the circumstances that caused the crash, but Trump received online criticism for the changes after the fatal accident. Faced with criticism, Trump did what he always does: deflect blame. This time, he scapegoated DEI.
[...]
On Monday, the Trump Administration made its most chaotic move so far this term and ramped up its distortion of the federal government by ordering a freeze on federal assistance programs. Unilaterally freezing congressionally approved funds is a direct violation of the Impoundment Control Act of 1974. This funding freeze came as Trump has made several unlawful moves to test the boundaries of the law and this Supreme Courtâs appetite for further expanding executive power
The incredibly vague 2-page memo, written by Acting Director of the Office of Management and Budget, Matthew J. Vaeth, threw the country into a state of confusion. The freeze on federal assistance was set to take place on Tuesday evening at 5 pm EST and was for the purpose of reviewing if the funding complies with Trumpâs culture war executive orders. The initial memo made exceptions for Medicare or Social Security and âassistance provided directly to individuals,â but there were widespread reports of Medicaid portals being down in all 50 states on Tuesday, in spite of a second âclarifyingâ memo from the White House claiming Medicaid was unaffected. There was confusion among nonprofits who administer aid and healthcare providers. Lawsuits began flying from nonprofits, health groups, and Democratic state attorneys general.
Then, minutes before it was set to take effect, D.C. District Judge Loren Ali Khan temporarily blocked Trumpâs funding freeze. By Wednesday, the public backlash had grown so great that the White House rescinded the OMB memo, attempting to avoid further court injunctions. But Trumpâs Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt sent a tweet trying to save face, claiming the funding freeze was still on. Hilariously, the Trump Administration was heading into another court hearing moments later. A federal judge, citing Leavittâs tweet, said that they intended to grant another injunction. Talk about a self-own.
[...]
Trumpâs Overreach Could Backfire Politically, Too
In November, I wrote an article claiming that Trump was going to overreach when in office and predicted that instead of focusing on lowering prices, he would bring about Project 2025 extremism, incompetence, culture wars, and cruel policies.
Itâs all going exactly as expected, and it could backfire on Republicans. As I noted at the beginning of this piece, polling isnât looking good on Trumpâs executive orders. And when it comes to Trumpâs approach to his billionaire allies, thatâs also not going over well with Americans. An AP/NORC poll earlier this month found that Elon Musk only has a 36% approval rating, DOGE has a 29% approval rating, and only 12% of Americans think itâs good that billionaires are advising the president. The Musk poll came even before he made that arm gesture at the inauguration many are calling a Nazi salute. It turns out that oligarchy is unpopular. Who knew? The data indicates that if Democrats lock in on a consistent anti-corruption message while pointing out that Trumpâs moves are directly impacting Americans (like they did with the funding freeze), they could be well-positioned to win in the 2026 midterms.
After almost two weeks of Tyrant 47âs reign that has tattered America at the seams, he is repeating his first term on steroids: authoritarian overreach, causing legal headaches, and embarrassing lies out of his mouth and social media posts.
See Also:
HuffPost: Inside Trump's Second-Term Torrent Of Chaos
#Tyrant 47#Donald Trump#Trump Administration II#Federal Funding Freeze#Executive Orders#Potomac River Midair Collision#Trump Administration#DEI#Diversity Equity and Inclusion#Office of Management and Budget
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Ford GT40
Ford made significant improvements with the Mark II, featuring a 7.0-liter V8 engine, and refined aerodynamics. In 1966, Ford achieved its goal when the GT40 Mark II, driven by Bruce McLaren and Chris Amon, won the 24 Hours of Le Mans, marking the first time an American car had won the prestigious race outright.
The GT40 effort was launched by Ford Motor Company to win long-distance sports car races against Ferrari, which won every 24 Hours of Le Mans race from 1960 to 1965. ... The Mk 1, the oldest of the cars, won in 1968 and 1969, the second chassis to win Le Mans more than once.
The 2005 Ford GT40 is a legendary car born out of a grudge, fueled by ambition, and ultimately crowned with victory on the world's most prestigious racing circuits. Its story begins in the early 1960s when Henry Ford II, commonly known as "Hank the Deuce," sought to challenge the dominance of European manufacturers in endurance racing, particularly at the 24 Hours of Le Mans.
In 1963, Ford attempted to buy Ferrari, which was then the dominant force in endurance racing, having won Le Mans multiple times. However, the negotiations soured, and Enzo Ferrari, the founder of the Italian marque, walked away from the deal at the last minute, leaving Henry Ford II furious.
The 2017 Goodwood Members Meeting Chassis P2262, again piloted by Chris Ward, lined up for the Surtees Trophy in 8th position after a qualifying session that was dominated by Lola T70âs. Chris Ward got away cleanly and started to make up places but in the fading light a collision occurred bringing out the safety car. When racing resumed Chris Ward raced to the flag climbing to 5th overall.
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ᴺᴟᾠᴞᴸᴏáľá´ľá´şá´ł : Agora hills by Doja Cat âť â II ⡠âş
The house on the hill was a refuge, almost invisible from the winding road leading to it. Surrounded by tall trees and the whisper of the wind, it seemed to exist outside of time, away from the world you were trying to escape. The silence of the place wasnât cold or distant.. it was a comforting void, the kind of stillness that could only be found when you knew no one was watching.
Billie had found it months ago, a secluded corner where no one could interrupt you. âOur place,â she once called it, though she never needed to say it out loud for you to understand. Every detail spoke of her character: the wide couch at the center of the living room, the open windows letting in the pale glow of the moon, and the stack of vinyl records next to a vintage turntable that seemed to have been waiting decades just for her hands.
When you arrived that night, she was already there. Sitting on the edge of the wooden table in front of the window, one leg crossed over the other, her loose hair cascading over her face. Her black shirt hung slightly off one shoulder, and her baggy pants revealed a sliver of skin when she shifted her leg impatiently.
She didnât say a word when you walked in. Her eyes swept over you from head to toe, as if she were taking in something she already knew by heart but could never tire of admiring. There was something about her gaze that always unraveled you: that glint of playfulness mixed with authority, as though control naturally belonged to her.
You closed the door behind you, but before you could take another step, Billie had already crossed the space between you. Her hand settled gently on the curve of your waist, guiding you toward her with a firmness that didnât require words to be understood.
The air in the room grew heavier, as if her presence filled it entirely. The way her fingers traced small circles on your hip was deliberate, a touch that didnât rush but seemed to claim you. Billie never asked for permission, but her touch was always an invitation, never a demand.
You leaned against the table as she tilted forward, her warm breath brushing against your neck. Her lips didnât touch you right away; they lingered, playing with the boundary of what you knew she would do. It was her way of reminding you that here, in this hidden house, the rules were hers.
The window behind her cast her silhouette against the night, and the contrast between the darkness and the faint glow of the lamp on the table made every movement she made feel slower, more intentional. When her lips finally met yours, it was a soft collision at first, almost exploratory, but the way her hands slid up your back turned it into something deeper, more urgent.
The wood of the table creaked as she effortlessly lifted you, placing you on the edge as if that was the only place you were meant to be. She held you firmly, her hands large and warm, finding the perfect balance between strength and tenderness. Every movement she made was a statement, a reminder that here, away from prying eyes and judgment, you were entirely hers.
Her fingers grazed the hem of your shirt, barely touching the exposed skin as her eyes locked onto yours, silently asking if you were ready to follow her anywhere. But you already knew the answer. In this secret space, in this house on the hill, the outside world didnât exist.
A smile instinctively spread across your face, born from the touch of her lips against yours.
Billie noticed it immediately. Her hands, firm and confident, guided you toward the nearby couch. The cold leather contrasted with the warmth Billie radiated as she positioned herself above you, her arms on either side of your head, claiming the space with a mix of authority and tenderness.
She watched you as if she wanted to capture every little expression on your face, as if time itself was hers to command. Her hair grazed your cheek, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. Her lips returned to yours, this time exploring you slowly-but not as a question. It was a statement, a reminder of what was hers.
Her mouth traveled to your neck, and your eyes widened slightly as you felt her find that sensitive spot she always knew how to reach.
You took a breath and murmured âthe windows...are openâ
Billie separates her lips from the tattoo on your neck to give a mocking look.. her expression was refined by the soft light of the lamp.. her shadow extending behind her made her look even more authoritative* âIt's not like you mind if someone sees you â she says near your earlobe.. licking the skin behind it so painfully slow.. it made your skin crawl and you closed your eyes fighting the urge to let out some sound. reckless for just her wordsâ
Her fingers drifted lower, teasing along your stomach, your sides, always avoiding the place you wanted them most. She could feel your breath hitching in your ear, could feel you trembling with unspoken demands. She smirked, enjoying the power she held over you in these moments.
She pulls you close, one hand tangled in your hair while the other wraps around your waist. Her lips are demanding, assertive, as she kisses you with all the pent-up desire she's been holding back. The couch cushions shift beneath you both as she moves.
She breaks the kiss only to trail her lips down your neck, sucking and biting gently. Her hand in your hair tugs slightly, tilting your head to the side to give her better access. She grinds her hips against yours, the heat between your legs building once again.
 She quickly undresses, her hands moving urgently as she reveals the strap-on already secured around her waist. She doesn't bother with anything else, just hikes your skirt up and pushes your panties to the side, the cold plastic of the cock pressing against your already wet folds.
With a swift, dominant movement, she pushes you down onto the couch, your back flat against the cushions. She climbs on top of you, her strong thighs caging you in.
She grabs the hem of your shirt and rips it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. She discards the ruined garment and reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, tossing it aside. "So pretty," she murmurs, her eyes roaming over your bare chest. "So fucking pretty."
âdid you just rip my shirtâ you say, leaning on your elbows and looking at her with your eyebrow raised
She smirks at you, unapologetic. Her hands move to your skirt, gripping the fabric tightly. With a sharp tug, she tears it open, leaving you bare except for your soaked panties. "You should've worn something easier to remove, love."
You're going to put it together button by button * you say, lying back down and pulling her by the neck for a heated kiss.
She settles between your legs, the cold metal of the harness pressing against your inner thigh. She kisses your forehead again, a gentle, reassuring gesture that belies the intensity of her gaze as she looks up at you. With a slow, deliberate motion, she aligns the strap-on with your entrance.
She can feel your body trembling beneath her hands, can see the pleading in your eyes even though you refuse to make another sound. She slowly, torturously, pushes forward, her cock stretching you open.
frustrated and desperate, you tilt your hips up, demanding the rhythm of the movements even knowing well that you were in no position to demand anything. She smirks at your desperate tilt, loving how you try to take control even when you're the one begging beneath her. She sets a maddeningly slow pace, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in, teasing you with shallow strokes. "Look at you,"
She leans down to capture your bottom lip between her teeth, giving it a sharp tug before soothing the sting with her tongue. Her hips snap forward, filling you completely and stealing your breath. She does it again and again, each thrust harder than the last, each one driving you closer to the edge. âBillie-â
She cuts you off with another kiss, this one more intense, more demanding. Her hands grip your hips tightly as she pounds into you, the sound of the strap-on filling the room. "Shut up," she growls against your mouth. "Just shut up and take it."
Continuing her aggressive rhythm, she kisses you to prevent any more protests. Her tongue pushes into your mouth, dominating and possessive. Occasionally she breaks the kiss to deliver orders: "Hands on the couch," demanding that you submit fully to her control.Â
Her strong grip keeps your wrists secured above your head as she continues the intense pace, each thrust hitting exactly the right spot. She breaks away from your mouth to whisper in your ear: "Look at you... taking my cock so beautifully..."
She can feel you getting closer, your muscles tightening around her. She grins wickedly, knowing she has complete control over your pleasure, your body writhing beneath her. "That's right," she whispers in your ear, speeding up her thrusts.
She reaches between your legs, her fingers finding your sensitive clit and rubbing it in tight circles as she continues to pound into you. As you come down from your high, she slows her thrusts, eventually stopping entirely. She pulls out slowly, the strap-on slipping free from your now-sensitive body. She sets it aside and collapses on the bed next to you, pulling you into her arms. "Good girl,"
She strokes your hair soothingly, murmuring soft words into your ear as she holds you. You can feel her breath against your neck, her body pressed against yours possessively. After a few minutes, she pulls back slightly, her fingers tracing patterns on your stomach.
She smirks as she feels you tremble beneath her touch, knowing that even after that intense orgasm, your body is still responsive to her. She leans down and presses a soft kiss to your stomach, her fingers moving lower. "We are not doneâ
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you are missing two
She snorts again, frustrated that her arm isn't long enough to reach under the couch where she suspects the missing buttons might have rolled. She stretches her arm out as far as it will go, her fingers scrabbling at the floor, searching... "Dammit..."
Kissin' and hope they caught us
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