#deleted it bc i got embarrassed like wait why am i showing u guys i dropped my phone help

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if u saw me post that video from my skz concert no u didn’t 😭

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Yet Another Chatfic pt 5

part 1 I 2 I 3 I 4

this is a long chapter! and im posting it ahead of schedule! bc I love yall!

please leave comments! likes! I love feedback!

Also! this chapter has a peek into sarah, finch, and alberts groupchat

Queens of New York

8:15

santagay: say yeet if you made it home alive

DJacobs: Yeet!

SJ420: yeet

richbitch: yeet

Spot8365631: yeet

respecs: yeet

albiehadalittlelamb: yeet

WhereforeArtThou: yeet

noteventhatshort: yeet

SJ420: wheres finchy boy?

littlebirdie: still at their apt

littlebirdie: oh right

littlebirdie added crispycrutch to Queens of New York

PM with albiehadalittlelamb

santagay: al, finch slept over

albiehadalittlelamb: yeah ik?

santagay: i hate to say this and be that guy, but al, he slept in crutchies room

santagay: ik whats its like to be cheated on, and i never thought i would be having this conversation about finch but I dont want you to get hurt.

albiehadalittlelamb: ill ask finch, im sure nothing happened

PM with littlebirdie

albiehadalittlelamb: did my fake bf cheat on me?

littlebirdie: …

albiehadalittlelamb: GET SOME BOIII

littlebirdie: lmao so your not mad?

albiehadalittlelamb: why would I be mad? even if we were dating id be chill about this, ik you have a huge thing for crutchie and lord knows youd never get any action from me

albiehadalittlelamb: the only problem is that jack thinks your cheating on me

littlefinch: ok so should we fake-break up? cuz i kind of dont want to, but if jack thinks im cheating on you…

albiehadlittlelamb: i have a plan

albiehadalittlelamb: does crutchie know that were fake dating?

littlebirdie: ye, theres no way i would even be allowed into his room if we were actually dating

albiehadalittlelamb: ok but heres the thing, if jack thinks you cheated on me, then race probably thinks the same

littlebirdie: oooHHHHHH

littlebirdie: so now im also fake cheating on you so that race will feel bad and fall for you and your sad situation

albiehadalittlebird: exactly!

littlebirdie: nice! what could possibly go wrong

Queens of New York

respecs: so why is this chat called queens of new york

inyourFACEtrack: well you see…

inyourFACEtrack: twas all hallows eve 2017

inyourFACEtrack: and 7 of us showed up to kaths halloween as drag queens completely independantly

noteventhatshort: and sarah kath jack and i were dressed as disney princesses

respecs: thats beautiful

respecs: and here i thought it was bc ?everyone? here is lbgtq

santagay: well if you think about it, its both

richbitch: when was the last time we even had a straight in this chat?

crispycrutch: i think  we had morris in the chat for a week when he was dating romeo

santagay: oh god i forgot about that

SJ420: does he even count as a straight?

inyourFACEtrack: well there was a reason he was only in the chat for a week so…

santagay: true, speaking of which

santagay: specs, if you ever hurt romeo, we will find out where you live and steal all of you soap lest you ever get a date again

respecs: noted?

SJ420: he gave me the same threat when I started dating kath lmao

santagay: it worked didnt it?

SJ420: im hate you

santagay: you loved me once loser

WhereforeArtThou: oh shit he went there

inyourFACEtrack: oooooooooooo

crispycrutch: ??????

SJ420: once upon a time i thought i was a het, and then i dated jack for like 2 months

SJ420: and 90% of our relationship was checking out pretty girls together

SJ420: so i figured i should date those pretty girls

noteventhatshort: BIG MOOD

SJ420: for the record the other 10% of the relationship was jack checking out “cute” boys and me being like eh

santagay: and herre i thought you were just trying to stop me from being jealous

SJ420: jack at one point i kissed another girl in front of you and you did not care

noteventhatshort: AHHH

inyourFACEtrack: OOOF

richbitch: AN ICON

santagay: ok well

SJ420: don’t even try bud

DJacobs: That’s my sister!!!!!

santagay: but at least you didnt hide it

santagay: at least you werent kissing people behind my back like SOME people in this chat

SJ420: ????

Spot8365631: i thought you were over that

santagay: i am i just need to have moral high ground over someone

inyourFACEtrack: wait what

noteventhatshort: is this chat just stories of jack getting cheated on now?

richbitch: im living for this

richbitch: jack cant keep a man nor woman

noteventhatshort: but whats this about spot cheating on jack?

santagay: he BROKE my FRAGILE 15 y/o HEART

santagay: but spottie was too cool, lived too fast, couldnt be tied down to one man

Spot8365631: also david was a much better kisser

SJ420: OH SHIT PLOT TWIST

richbitch: CALLED OUT

inyourFACEtrack: 911? theres been a murder?

DJacobs: This…. is true.

inyourFACEtrack: THE LEGEND HIMSELF SPEAKS

respecs: i am living for the drama in this chat

crispycrutch: were kind of a mess tbh

respecs: i understand and completely respect that

inyourFACEtrack: you reSPECt that?

respecs: haha very funny not like thats my goddamn username or anything

Spot8365631: roasted

inyourFACEtrack: bitch

inyourFACEtrack: YO JACK ROMEO, GOT MY MFN 29TH

santagay: fuck offfffff

WhereforeArtThou: this bet is unfair

WhereforeArtThou: im only attracted to one gender, thats less than half the people to ask

santagay: dude ur still winning

WhereforeArtThou: yeah but its a lot more work

inyourFACEtrack: i only have 1 girls number, i think its p even

santagay: this seems like something you should have considered when we started

WhereforeArtThou: ok but consider this

WhereforeArtThou: i didnt

inyourFACEtrack: ok but consider this

inyourFACEtrack: ur a dumbass

WhereforeArtThou: strong words coming from a guy who threw a wii remote out the window

noteventhatshort: fight fight fight fight

inyourFACEtrack: my embarrassments are not ur entertainment smalls

noteventhatshort: ur embarrassments are my only entertainment what r u talking about

Spot8365631: also everything you do is embarrassing

inyouFACEtrack: i feel betrayed

santagay: you should

santagay: i once saw u put hot chocolate mix in oj

inyourFACEtrack: it tastes like a terrys chocolate orange i stand by my choices

crispycrutch: you snorted mr noodles seasoning bc spot told you to

inyourFACEtrack: and i got 20$ for it

Spot8365631: u didnt “””get”””” 20$ ur debt to me was just slightly reduced

inyourFACEtrack: EITHER WAY

crispycrutch: once i watched u drop a spoon into a pot of boiling water and stick ur hand in to get it

inyourFACEtrack: i think ur point has been made, thnk u crutchie

Spot8365631: please do not stop, hes had it coming

crispycrutch: i will stop only bc i value my safety and so i still have receipts for the future

inyourFACEtrack: oh god

inyourFACEtrack: why did i think it was a good idea to live with you

crispycrutch: bc you love me and i contribute to the rent

inyourFACEtrack: touche

crispycrutch: besides, i would have dirt on you regardless

crispycrutch: i have seen each and every one of you do stupid stuff, no one is safe

inyourFACEtrack: mooooom crutchies being meannnn

DJacobs: Crutchie, please delete your blackmail.

crispycrutch: how can i delete it when its in my brain

santagay: i have never been more scared of crutchie

SJ420: crutchie is my idol

crispycrutch: that does not make you safe my friend

SJ420: honestly at this point you could reveal anything about me and i would not care

SJ420: i have reached a god status where nothing you say could possibly embarrass me

richbitch: im so in love with you

SJ420: love you too babe

PM with SJ420

richbitch: ik youre in the next room but i dont want dave to hear, but I got a dinner reservation for two tomorrow at 7 and was wondering if you would like to join me

SJ420: i mean of course, but why are you asking me like this

richbitch: because

richbitch: also you should wear that dress you got for christmas

SJ420: ok?

More Than Just Cigars

SJ420: kath is acting weird

albiehadalittlelamb: what kind of weird

albiehadalittlelamb: like “i just lost a lot of money” weird

albiehadalittlelamb: “i just took a bunch of acid” weird?

littlebirdie: oh no is it “i just slept with jack” weird?!

SJ420: oh god no

SJ420: she texted me and asked me on a date

SJ420: i asked her why and she said because

littlebirdie: !!!!!!!!!

littlebirdie: DID SHE ASK YOU TO WEAR SOMETHING SPECIFIC

SJ420: ye, a dress from christmas

albiehadalittlelamb: OH MYYYYY GODDDDDDDD

littlebirdie: GIRL

SJ420: what????

littlebirdie: jfc ur blind

albiehadalittlelamb: if u havent caught on yet we cant morally help u srry

SJ420: GUYS PLEASE

littlebirdie: nope

albiehadalittlelamb: have fun on ur date tho

PM with santagay

albiehadalittlelamb: oh yeah finch did not, in fact cheat on me

albiehadalittlelamb: he was just making up with crutchie last night, they had a fight

santagay: and u trust finch in this

albiehadalittlelamb: ofc, ive known finch a long time, he would never

santagay: ok if you insist, i just dont want you to get hurt

albiehadalittlelamb: thanks jack

Queens of New York

littlebirdie: anyone else just, super glad that theyre gay?

littlebirdie: bc thats such an important feeling

DJacobs: Me too, Finch

Spot8365631: rt

SJ420: rt

noteventhatshort: rt

WhereforeArtThou: rt

albiehadalittlelamb: rt

santagay: rt but bi

inyourFACEtrack: rt but bi

richbitch: rt but bi

respecs: rt but bi

crispycrutch: rt but pan

littlebirdie has changed Queens of New York to Queers of New York

inyourFACEtrack: helllllll yeah

Spot8365631: no cussing, my mom checks my phone

inyourFACEtrack: oh my goodness im so sorry spot

inyourFACEtrack: ill delete the message right away

DJacobs: What?

DJacobs: Why does your mom check your messages, Spot?

DJacobs: You’re 23 and moved out?

DJacobs: Also I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you swear in this chat.

DJacobs: This is a meme, isn’t it?

santagay: u got there on ur own!

santagay: im so proud of u!

DJacobs: Thank you, Jack.

inyourFACEtrack: why does it feel like everyone is in loving and healthy relationships except me?

PM with inyourFACEtrack

Spot8365631: wow rude

inyourFACEtrack: were not in a relationship remember?

Queers of New York

DJacobs: Jack and I are not dating.

santagay: dude, were mom and dad, i think that’s close enough

respecs: question, in this mom/dad thing, who is everyone else

santagay: kath and sarah are the aunts obvi

inyourFACEtrack: smalls, romeo, crutchie, al, and i are their kids

inyourFACEtrack: finch used to be one of the kids but now hes dating al so that seems weird

inyourFACEtrack: i guess hes sarahs kid now?

SJ420: awwww i love my new son

respecs: what about spot?

santagay: hes kind of… his own entity… like an estranged uncle or neighbor that spends more time in ur house than his own

Spot8365631: rude but accurate

santagay: thats my name dont wear it out

Spot8365631: i hate you sm

santagay: then y r u always in my house???

Spot8365631: this metaphor has gone to far. blocked deleted and unfollowed.

santagay: honestly? thats fair

santagay: i respect ur choices

Spot8365631: sounds fake but ok

PM with Spot8365631

inyourFACEtrack: in a beautiful twist of fate, crutchie jack are going to see a movie with davey and kath, and im home alone with a meat lovers pizza on its way

Spot8365631: ok?

inyourFACEtrack: would you care to join me?

Spot8365631: no, sounds too much like a date, and were not in a relationship right?

inyourFACEtrack: dude, were friends, sharing a pizza, and maybe having anal sex

inyourFACEtrack: thats not a date its just what we do

Spot8365631: still no, i have to finish a foreign policy essay for tomorrow

inyourFACEtrack: oh ok

[ticklygiggles]

With it. With this. With you

A/N: Hello! I just want to apologize for that post I made this Sunday when I was drunk;;; if you didn’t see it (bc I deleted it), I am glad! Anyways, @a-flustered-paint-appeared thank you so much for this prompt! I’m sorry it took me sooo long. I hope you really really like it and enjoy it! 💕

Words: 3,934 (I am so sorry, I got a bit excited u,u. Under the cut, of course)

It was not a secret that Atsushi and Akutagawa were dating. The armed agency new, the port mafia knew and certain suicidal guy was always making sure to let everyone know in case they didn’t.

It was not a secret either that Nakajima Atsushi was the one that spoke up his feelings first, (Dazai made sure to let everyone know that, aswell); it was almost unbelievable, though, Atsushi was usually very squeaky and shy, but he managed to tell Akutagawa how he felt, and was quite amazed when Akutagawa, (in his own way of curse), told him that he felt the exact way.

They can be seen together on days off and weekends and Atsushi is always the one starting the affection: holding hands, kissing his lover’s forehead and even whispering a soft ‘I love you’ to Akutagawa, making him blush a few shades of red.

It was adorable, really. But it was still unbelievable watching Atsushi being so affectionate towards Akutagawa in the most comfortable way. Dazai was very flustered himself at Atsushi’s answer when he finally asked him why he wasn’t embarrassed of showing up their relationship:

“How can i be embarrased of showing affection to the person I love, Dazai-san?”, Atsushi asked him back, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy. “If you hate someone you show it: by words or fights or punches, so why can’t we show love too? We’re not being vulgar, after all”

Later when Atsushi told this to Akutagawa the latter was thankful he wasn’t there when that happened. Atsushi was the one on charge to start the cuddling and stuff… Akutagawa was the one on charge to blush for the both of them.

Atsushi just finds endearing how easily Akutagawa gets flustered. He could just call him ‘love’ for all that matter and Akutagawa would blush out of this world…

… It was one of Atsushi’s favorite things.

“Ryu,” Atsushi says, entering his bedroom to find Akutagawa laying down, reading a book.

“Yes?”, he looks up and the first thing he sees is Atsushi’s bright smile, making his head spin a little. “What do you need?”

“We need to buy groceries”, Atsushi says, lifting a little notepad where he had wrote down a list with the things they needed. Atsushi takes out a pen from his back pocket and scribbles down a few more things. “Do you need something? Let’s put it on the list now before we forget”

“Erm… t-”

“I already have the tea anoted”

“Then some-”

“And figs”, Atsushi smiled after checking the list once again. “Anything else?”

Akutagawa shakes his head. “I think that’s all”

“Great, let’s go”. Atsushi tears up the page from the notepad and saves it along with the pen on his back pocket.

He pats his side pocket, making sure his little coin bag is there and, when Akutagawa is by his side, he immediately grabs his hand, lacing their fingers together.

“What-”, Akutagawa flinches, his cheeks quickly covering with a scarlet hue as he looks at Atsushi with wide eyes.

“What? Are you uncomfortable?”, Atsushi asks, furrowing his eyebrows and starting to unlock his fingers from Akutagawa’s.

“No! N-no!”, Akutagawa says, squeezing Atsushi’s hands. “Just- just let’s go”, he drags Atsushi out of his apartment, totally ignoring the tiny giggles he heard behind him.

***

They walk side by side down town. Atsushi blabbering about something silly Dazai did and Akutagawa turning redder as people kept sending a few glances on their way. He felt sweat falling down the back of his neck.

Let’s be real, he was enjoying holding hands with Atsushi, but he was so embarrassed, he thought he could possibly combust in the spot.

“Hey, Ryu?”, Atsushi asks, leaning in to look at Akutagawa’s face.

“Y-yeah?”

“Why do you always get so nervous?”, he asks straigh out as the electric doors slide open and they get inside the market. “When I hug you or kiss you or hold your hand, you always blush a lot”, Atsushi lets go of Akutagawa’s hand to grab a basket. “Just like now”, he says, poking Akutagawa’s cheek before lending him the list and the pen.

“I’m- I’m not used”, Atsushi hums, checking the fruit section, looking for the best figs for Akutagawa.

“Not used to what?”, Atsuhi asks, placing the bag of figs into the basket hanging on his arm. “Can you tell me what’s next?”

“You know… being touched. Kissed. Cuddled and all of that- Ah, sure. It’s carrots”, Atsushi mumbled a soft thank you as he started to look for the most fresh carrots. “So I can’t help to feel… flustered”, Atsushi nodded, stretching to reach for a very orange carrot that Akutagawa easily took for him.

“Ah thank you!”, he took it inside the plastic bag. “Well… that’s exactly why I do it. To make you feel comfortable. I’m not used to it either, however, I feel like I should show you how much I love you by touching you or kiss you”, Atsushi finally turned to look at Akutagawa, a hand on his waist.

“I want you to be greedy with me, Akutagawa. If you want me to kiss you, say it. If you want me to hug you then I’ll do it”, Atsushi smiles warmly up at him. “I can’t ask you to do the same to me if you don’t feel comfortable enough, but it’s nice when you’re sleepy and kiss my forehead or when we sit down to watch a movie and you brush your fingers against mine. Feeling you warmth against me makes me feel in peace…”

“Oh, excuse me, young men. I’ll just want to grab some apples over there”. Atsushi and Akutagawa hurriedly moved away.

“Oh sure. So sorry”, Atsushi said as Akutagawa bowed a little. “… It makes me feel less uneasy about my past and my insecurities. You give me security, Akutagawa. You give me strength”, Atsushi giggled, his words only increasing the color on Akutagawa’s cheeks. “But I guess we’ll just have to find a way to make you feel a bit less flustered, don’t you think?”

Akutagawa quirked an eyebrow. “A way?”

“Mhm, a way”, Atsushi hums and tiptoes to see the list. “Ryu, if you’re not gonna help then give me the list”, Atsushi pouts and Akutagawa can’t help but chuckle.

“Sorry, I’ll do help you. The next thing is tea”, Atsushi nodded and leaving a quick kiss on Akutagawa’s cheek, he made his way to look for the tea boxes.

Akutagawa right behind him, like a little puppy. They would talk a bit here and there, saying things that made the other laugh or talking about missions they recently got. Akutagawa would tell Atsushi what was next on the list and Atsushi would just grab it and place it into the basket.

“You’re too short”, Akutagawa snickered seeing Atsushi literally sweating as he reaches up for a can. Atsushi buffed.

“Come and laugh at me in my face!“, Atsushi snarks and Akutagawa just shakes his head a little. “Instead of laughing, why don’t you help your poor boyfriend?”, Atsushi pouts

“What? Where is he? I don’t see him anywhere?” Atsushi puffs, an angry (yet very cute), expression taking on his features.

“Very funny”, he says and reaches for Akutagawa’s side, giving him a squeeze near his ribs, Akutagawa squeaks and jolts away from the touch… much to Atsushi’s surprise. “Oh?”, he raises his eyebrows, a smug grin stretching his lips.

“Oh, nothing!”, Akutagawa squeaks. “Move. I’m gonna help my stupid-short boyfriend”, Atsushi looked over the apples in the basket and then at Akutagawa’s face… he should use Akutagawa for color reference next time they get apples.

Akutagawa softly pushed Atsushi to the side and even he had to tiptoe, reaching up for the damn can. His fingers brushed it, and he even stuck his tongue out in concentration when he touched the edge of the can, almost. Until he felt Atsushi teasing his exposed side, again. He didn’t have time to cover up the squeaky giggle he was forced to let out.

Contracting his arm and clamping it to his side, he turned over Atsushi, covering his mouth with his other hand, eyes wide open and face bright red. Atsushi’s face was the representation of “surprise”, really. He let out a silly giggle.

“Oh my, that made you blush faster than a kiss!”, Akutagawa flinched and looked around, silently thanking that the market was kinda empty that day.

“Can you- can you stop doing that?!”

“Why?”, Atsushi grins and pokes Akutagawa’s belly.

“A-Ahahatsushi!”, Akutagawa tries to hide his smile. “I’m s-serious!”, Atsushi just hummed and reached up to scratch under Akutagawa’s chin, the latter giggled, throwing his head back away from Atsushi’s fingers.

Atsushi quirked an eyebrow, Akutagawa was, indeed, very red. Like very red: his face, ears and what was visible of his neck with that goat of his, but, besides of jolting and flinching away from the light touches… he’s not exactly doing anything to stop Atsushi.

He was strong and Atsushi knew it since he had found two or three bruises here and there after having a playful wresting with Akutagawa, so he definately could stop him if he wanted, but… maybe he didn’t want to…

“Wait”, Atsushi says, his fingers lingering on Akutagawa’s side, squeezing him there and making him giggle like a child. “You like this?”

“N-no! Thihihis is not-”

“I think we found a way to stop you from blushing too much~”

“Atsushi I don’t-”

“Anyways, let’s keep going with the list, we still have a lot of things to take!”, Atsushi marched to the next aisle and Akutagawa just looked at him curiously as he waited a little, fanning his hot face with the list in his hand before following his lover.

“Can you reach that for me?”, Atsushi pointed to a cereal in the top shelf.

“No”

“C'mon! It’s my favorite and I can’t reach it!”, it was, in fact his favorite and he was, in fact, too short to reach it. “Please?”

Akutagawa growled. “Just… don’t do anything smart”

“What? How am I supposed to not do something smart? Everything I do is smart!”, Akutagawa narrowed his eyes and Atsushi smiled.

“You know what I mean”.

“Just hurry up!”, Akutagawa sighed and very slowly, he stretched for the cereal.

“Are you scared I’m going to tickle you?”, Atsushi’s hot breath against his ear made him squeak and rub his ear against his shoulder. “Hey, you haven’t given me my cereal!”

“Don’t-”

“Don’t what? Don’t tease you?”, Atsushi smirks. “Don’t tell you how bad I’m gonna get you when we get back home?”, Akutagawa gasped and looking to his side he saw a few people around them, some of them sending glares, some others looking preoccupied, mostly because the color on Akutagawa’s face didn’t look healthy at all. “What’s the matter, Ryu? Are you scared I’m going to noticed how much you enjoy getting tickled?”

Akutagawa stuttered, before surrendering and finally taking the cereal and throwing it into the basket hanging on Atsushi’s arm. He tried to ignore that smirk on his lover’s face.

Atsushi giggled. “Hmmm, you better keep down that blush of you”, he grabbed some strawberry jam. “People are going to ask if you’re alright, and what will you tell them?”, Atsushi tiptoed and kissed Akutagawa’s cheek and mumbled over his skin. “'I’m sorry, my boyfriend is teasing me because I like being tickled’?”

Akutagawa visibly shuddered and he literally pressed the piece of paper against his face. “N-next thing is- is milk”, he said guiding the way.

“I wonder where you’re the most tickish”, Atsushi whispered behind Akutagawa. “Maybe on your neck?”, Akutagawa felt the tiny hair on the back I his neck standing up with a shiver. “Or maybe under your arms?”, he pressed his arms against his sides. “Maybe your ribs? There are a lot of ways to tickle those”, Akutagawa wrapped his arm around his ribs.

“Maybe your waist or sides or belly?”, Atsushi grabbed a galon of milk and gave it to Akutagawa. “Can you hold this while I keep guessing? And also, can you tell me what’s next on the list?”, Akutagawa nodded, holding the milk. “Maybe on your hips or thighs?”

“Y-yes”, Akutagawa mumbled.

“Oh?”

“N-no! I mean- uh… what’s next is bread”, Atsushi giggled, making his way towards the next item.

“So hips and thighs or just hips?”, Akutagawa covered a giggle when Atsushi pinched his hipbone. “Or maybe just your thighs?”

Akutagawa skipped a few items that didn’t seem important without Atsushi noticing, his body felt weak and way too tingly. Every sensitive spot felt like vibrating, almost making him chuckle and Atsushi just kept teasing him. Without mercy.

Akutagawa has certainly never been teased this bad, not even from his sister. He wanted to die, but he still found himself enjoying this cat and mouse game more than he thought. Atsushi chasing him with teases and promised tickles when they come back… It was not that bad at all.

“So you enjoy being tickled”, Atsushi asks, one of his hands holding bags and the other Akutagawa’s hand.

“I don’t”, Akutagawa squeaked, his footsteps a bit too quickly as they made their way back home. “Not at all”, Atsushi didn’t fail to notice that excited sparkle on Akutagawa’s eyes.

“You’re adorable”, he giggled. “I can’t belive you actually like being tickled. That’s nice”

“I said I don’t-”

“Where do you like it more?”, Akutagawa flinched.

“I said I don’t-”

“Okay, don’t you worry. We’ll find out once we get back~”, Akutagawa was too surprised when he felt a soft squeeze in his bottom ribs that he couldn’t stop a involuntarily giggle. “And I’ll make sure to stay on your favorite spot until you can’t breath~”, Another squeeze made him jump out of his skin.

“You- you’re gonna make me drop the bags! Stop!”

Atsushi smiled and when he saw the apartment complex he took out the key from Akutagawa’s coat because it was closer to his free hand.

Akutagawa gasped when Atsushi gave him the bags on his hand and he barely had time to catch them before hitting the floor. “Oi! Be care-”

“Shush, I’m trying to open the door”, Atsushi mumbled and he twisted the key and turned the knob.

They were welcomed by Atsushi’s scent. He didn’t notice it because you can’t smell your own scent, but Akutagawa did and he took a deep breath, taking all the fragrance until he felt the sides of his lungs burning.

“Oh yeah”, Atsushi said, closing the door behind him and walking towards the kitchen. “You better fill those lungs with all the air you can because I’m going to tickle you until you can’t breath”, Akutagawa coughed, all the contained air escaping in a awkward snort.

“Can you bring the bags here?”, Atsushi patted the table. “You’ll put the things of the fridge in the fridge and I’ll put the things of the cabinet in the cabinet”

***

Akutagawa was a mess when they finally put everything in place, he sighed in exhaustion and had a little heart attack when he noticed Atsushi wasn’t in the kitchen anymore.

“A-Atsushi?”, no answer. “Atsushi! Are you- in the bathroom?”, despite his words, he peeked into the living room. “Tiger! Where the hell are- Ah!”, Akutagawa let out a bloody shriek.

Atsushi jumped on him, tackling him into the carpeted floor. Akutagawa barely had time to blush before laughter poured out of his mouth as Atsushi nuzzled his face into the crook of Akutagawa’s neck.

“Sh-shihihit! Wait! Wahahait!”, Akutagawa squeaked when Atsushi growled and felt his legs tensing around his hips, holding him tightly.

“No more waiting!”, Atsushi said, raising his face from his lover’s neck. “I think I already gave you a lot of time, Ryu~ . Don’t you think?”

“At-Atsuhi, I said I don’t- don’t- Dohohohon’t!”, Akutagawa squeaked when Atsushi finally descended his fingers into his ribcage. “Fuhuhuck no!”

“Oh my! How did I not know you were this ticklish?”, Akutagawa shakes his head, his hands trying to follow Atsushi’s as they move up and down his ribs. Digging in between each bone and right on top of them.

Akutagawa threw his head back barking a loud laugh when Atsushi changed techniques and decided to rub tickly circles into his lower ribs. Atsushi hit right into a nerve or maybe a muscle or maybe just the very spot where a bunch of ticklish cells were living on his ribs.

Seriously, are there tickle cells on his body? He didn’t know, but Akutagawa was sure as hell that Atsushi was finding all of them and exploding them to no end.

“Plehehease stop!”, Akutagawa cried, his legs kicking behind Atsushi and his hands pushing at Atsushi’s hands… that was a bad decision. “Ack! Nohoho!”, he shriek.

“What? Begging already?”, he hears Atsushi asking, talking a bit louder so he could be heard, especially now that he took advantage of Akutagawa’s exposed underarms to worm his nimble fingers in there. “I should make a mental note of all your tickle spots”, Atsushi says, wiggling his fingers into Akutagawa’s armpits, making him clamp his arms to his sides, trying to block the feeling, but only trapping Atsushi’s fingers.

Akutagawa squirms this way and that, trying to escape his lover’s playful torture as laughter echoes through all the living room. Akutagawa was concerned about the neighbors getting angry.

He did know he was ticklish. His sister usually would pinch his side or poke his ribs every now and then, but he certainly didn’t know he was this ticklish in a lot of spots.

He felt his face scrunching up as the silly sensations keep lighting up his nerves. Atsushi on top of him wasn’t any help, of course. He could hear him laughing along with him, and opening one eye, Akutagawa saw Atsushi’s expression. His face full of determination, yet the brightest smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

He was definately having a good time reducing his boyfriend into a laughing mess, and Akutagawa was certainly enjoying his time being reduced into a laughing mess.

“Shit! Okay Okahahay! Not thehehere!”, Akutagawa shrieked, trying to shoo Atsushi’s hands off his trembling and toned belly. “Plehehease!”

“Oh! Are you ticklish in your tummy?”, Atsushi teases, his fingers clawing at the tummy in question, and even a finger dipping into Akutagawa’s navel, making him shriek with laughter. “Is this a giggle button~?”

Akutagawa’s face was getting red yet again and Atsushi giggled. “This method is not working. You’re flushing again!”

“I’m lahahaughing!”, Akutagawa squeaked out, trying to turn to his right side, letting Atsushi latch his hands right into the curve of his waist and on his hipbone. Akutagawa spasmed like a fish out of water.

“I did notice”, Atsushi giggled, pinching Akutagawa’s waist, making him arch his back. “Is that the reason you’re so red?”, Akutagawa nodded and squeaked when Atsushi retracted his hands, letting him fall into his back again, giggling softly.

“Thank God!”, he gasped, embracing his tingly torso. “Atsushi, I do-don’t think this is gohohoing to work”, Atsushi kissed his nose.

“What is not going to work?”

“The ti-tihihickling! To make me blush less!”, he says, his cheeks tinting even more after saying the word.

“Then what should I do?”, Atsushi asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Stop!”

“Stop what?”, was that a smirk?

“Tickle m- damn you! I hahahate you!”, Akutagawa shrieked, arching his back and throwing his head back when Atsushi started to squeeze the top of his thighs.

“Wow, Ryu. If you liked being tickled that much than you should’ve just asked for it! No need to be shy!”

“Anywhere but thehehere!”, Atsushi gasped.

“Is this your most ticklish spot? Your thighs?”, Atsushi was quick to place himself between Akutagawa’s legs and dig his fingers right into the inner thighs.

“Oh nohoho!”, Akutagawa cackled, His legs wrapping around Atsushi as he blindly tried to push the tickly hands away of his, indeed, most ticklish spot.

“Ryu-kun~ this is such a dirty spot”, Akutagawa blushed without tomorrow at those words and Atsushi giggled like crazy. “I’m joking, it’s a cute spot. I can tickle here when you’re sat, or laying down or-”

“Fucking stahahap!”, Akutagawa cave in, desperate to close his legs as Atsushi just found the right spot that makes Akutagawa want to crawl out of his skin.

“Is it too much?”, Atsushi asks, still squeezing his boyfriend’s inner thighs, a smug smirk on his face. Akutagawa finally gets into a fit of silent laughter, his body shaking as he held his aching tummy with one of his hands, the other covering his eyes. “Say ‘I look like a tomato’ and I’ll stop”

Akutagawa just shook his head, banging the floor a little and squirming weakly. His legs trying to kick away and his back arching almost painfully.

“Okay I think you had enough”, he says, though he doesn’t stop until five seconds later. “I’m exhausted!”

Akutagawa took one good solid minute to come back from that tickle subspace Atsushi threw him in. His burning face was slightly sweaty and he even cleaned up some saliva falling down the corner of his mouth. His belly moving up and down as he tried to fill his lungs with sweet oxygen.

“Did you have fun?”, Atsushi asks, feeling concerned about him getting over excited and upsetting Akutagawa.

“That wahahas horrible!”, he answers. “Next- next tihihime please don’t fucking tickle me there”, he dries up the tears streaming down his face. “It’s awful”, he flushed a bit more seeing Atsushi beaming.

“You liked it!”, he started to squeeze Akutagawa’s thighs again and he laughed as loud as the first time. “You’re adorable!”

“What did I just sa-Ahahaha!”

It didn’t exactly worked out as a blush-relief, actually it caused the opposite effect, but Akutagawa couldn’t blame himself because he was barely able to breath with all of that laughter coming out of him.

But then, suddenly everything stopped again and when Akutagawa opened his teary eyes he slightly flinched noticing Atsushi hovering over his face, a shy smile on his lips and hands at each side of Akutagawa’s head.

“It doesn’t matter if you blush every time we touch”, Atsushi whispered, and Akutagawa held his breath when he started to lean closer until their noses were touching, Atsushi nuzzling his nose into Akutagawa’s. “I just want to know if you’re uncomfortable with it. With this. With me”.

Akutagawa opened his mouth a little, breathing in Atsushi’s words, until they were swirling on his abdomen. They felt like liquid honey warming up his insides.

“I am comfortable with it. With this. With you”, Akutagawa mumbled firmly, his lips brushing with Atsushi’s as they looked at each other.

Their eyes closed at the same time and they both lift their head just a little to meet the other’s lips. Electricity running through their veins as they kiss their mouths away, leaning in closer and closer until their theet are crashing against each other.

“No- bahahastard!”, Akutagawa threw his head back, breaking their kiss, when Atsushi’s sneaky hands found their way back to his inner thighs. “Stohohop it!”

“What? You said you’re okay with this!”, Akutagawa shook his head, a new wave of hysterical cackles ripping through him.

But he was okay with that. As long as it was Atsushi, then he was okay with everything.

“I love you, Ryu~”, a weak nod and another round of silent laughter was his only answer, but Akutagawa was sure Atsushi knew what was that answer.

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Wrapped Around; pt. 2.5

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 3990 words

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: wow I’m so bad at updating, I’m so sorry ahahah. This is a small portion bc I needed to split up what I’ve already written and I’m not sure when I’ll finish the actual part 3 bc I have mid-terms next week! I feel super bad for making y’all wait so... this is roughly (4000/11000 words i’ve written). It ain’t much but ya know don’t hate me pls haha.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Previously...

You run your hands up and down your neck in horror as you see matching dark marks on your neck. What are these? Who did this? Just what the fuck happened last night? Did fucking Jimin— Son of a bitch.

You run to your door, pulling it open hurriedly just so you can catch him but Jimin had made a quick escape.

You slam the door shut, searching instead for your phone. You call him once, twice and he doesn’t pick up… which is odd since he’s practically glued to his phone like all the time. You let out an annoyed groan and settled on texting him instead, fingers furiously tapping at the screen as you typed out your message.

[1:09] You: Jimin what the fuck happened last night?

[1:09] You: how am I even going to hide these marks?

[1:09] You: why couldn’t you just keep your nasty mouth to yourself?

[1:10] You: answer me asshole

[1:10] You: I know you’re reading these

[1:10] You: you’re on your damn phone all the time when we’re doing the quizzes

You wait 5, 10, 15 minutes and there’s still no reply. You go to the bathroom for a quick shower and run to your phone immediately after getting dressed and still no reply. You examine the marks once again and you rest your head on the wall, grumbling at yourself for having too much alcohol the night before.

Even with a scarf, you couldn’t cover the marks that ran all the way to your jawline. You apply a generous amount of foundation and concealer, hoping to hide the petals of blue and purple but you could still see a hint of colour even after slathering on what seems like almost half the bottle of foundation onto your neck. Frustrated, you simply shove the last of your belongings into your bag and make your way to the library.

The throbbing headache you had made it very difficult for you to concentrate on the books you had in front of you. Despite sleeping till 1 pm, you still felt exhausted and you promise yourself to never have that much alcohol again. You sigh, this was starting to sound like what you used to tell yourself every week last semester.

After finishing the last section of your lab report, you allow yourself to take a quick 20-minute nap because honestly you could barely keep your eyes open anyway. You check your phone again, you’re still waiting on Jimin’s reply but your lock screen still comes up blank. Placing your phone to the side, you sink down comfortably into your chair and rest your head on your arms. You will your mind to remember the events of last night but the moment you shut your eyes, you simply drift to sleep.

Your night comes back to you in the form of tiny flashes, simple snippets, each one making you regret the night more and more. The short flashbacks are not in order and it isn’t enough for you to build a coherent timeline of what was your exciting Friday night but they were truly enough to make you feel like flinging yourself across the room.

Drink, bitches!!!

You remember challenging your friend to a drinking contest, downing way too many shots of tequila. You’re surprised you hadn’t thrown up at all or perhaps you did and you didn’t remember. If that’s the case then good, at least you had one less reason to hate yourself for going overboard last night.

Fuck, Y/N I love it when you wear this dress

You remember the god awful dance contest you had with Taehyung which ended with the both of you practically dry humping each other on the dancefloor. You cringe at that memory and mentally add tequila to the list of drinks to never drink again. Your hand absentmindedly runs over the marks on your neck. So that’s who gave you these. You lightly rest your forehead on the table, the feeling of pure embarrassment running through your body. It’s alright, you hope Taehyung doesn’t remember any of this. Even if he does, the both of you will do what you guys always do, pretend it never happened.

You’re too drunk, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into

You remember straddling Jimin, nipping harshly at his neck as your hands ran down the expanse of his body. You remember trying to unbuckle his belt and him stopping you. Oh God. You shake your head furiously, trying to forget the rest of it and now you wished you hadn’t tried to remember what had happened last night at all.

You check your phone, going through your camera roll to delete at least 50 blurry pictures (most of which are just pictures of your feet or the floor to be honest) of last night, wanting absolutely no reminders of the train wreck that you were. You stop scrolling midway when you remember the texts you sent Jimin just a few hours ago and you repeatedly hit your head on the table in frustration after reading what you had sent him.

Jimin is never going to let you live this one down, you know he isn’t… so, you send him a few more texts hoping that he would turn a blind eye to the events of last night. Basically, you were hoping for a miracle.

[3:27] You: nvm I think I rmb what happened last night

[3:27] You: im… sorry

[3:27] You: let’s just pretend last night didn’t happen

[3:27] You: yeah?

[3:27] You: yeah

[3:28] You: thanks

[3:28] You: u da best

You put away your phone partly because you needed to get back to studying but mostly because this time you’re dreading to see his reply. Systematically, you work down your to-do list, slowly ticking things off as you completed each assignment. 

When you tick of the final task, you look up to see that the sun was already setting. You gather your belongings, pushing them into your bag as you mentally pat yourself on the back for getting all that work done despite the killer hangover you were experiencing at the moment.

Walking back to your residence hall, you pull out your phone and your heart drops when Jimin’s name graces your lock screen. You tap on the message notification hesitantly, not really wanting to know what his reply was because knowing him, it’s probably some smart ass comment.

[3:42] Jimin: apology not accepted asshole

[3:42] Jimin: what am I going to do about the marks on my neck hmm?

[3:42] Jimin: and no, I want to discuss last night

[3:42] Jimin: because man

[3:42] Jimin: didn’t know you were that into me nerd

You practically snort aloud when you read his reply. Ugh, this cocky son of a bitch.

[6:30] You: wow

[6:30] You: im not into you doucheface

[6:31] You: I was drunk

You type the rest of your message with one hand as you pull open the door to your residence hall, pausing in the lobby to fully type out a message to defend yourself.

“You know, they say drunk actions are sober thoughts.”

You jump in shock upon hearing Jimin’s voice and he laughs as he skips down the last few steps of the stairs. What kind of luck was this? To get back at exactly the same time he was leaving? It was like the universe just wanted to watch you die from embarrassment. You clear your throat and push your phone into your pocket, trying to appear indifferent… as if seeing him in front of you didn’t make you feel like hiding in a hole.

“Who said that?” You snort. “I call bullshit… so yeah no, not into you.”

“That’s funny,” He laughs, standing in front of you with his arms crossed, staring down at you. “You tried unbuckling my pants… twice… I would say that meant you pretty much wanted me.”

Your cheeks heat up upon hearing the sentence. You’re very aware of what had happened last night but hearing him say it out loud just made it worse.

“I was drunk,” You sigh. “You know drunk? As in was not thinking straight? Anyway, I’m not me when I’ve had tequila okay?”

“Excuses, excuses,” He says dismissively. “You don’t have to—“

“Look can we just stop talking about this, please?” You ask, gaze fixed on the floor because you don’t think you can look him in the face right now.

“No,” He smiles.

You groan in annoyance, gaze still fixed downwards as you choose to walk past him and through the set of doors that led to the rooms on the first floor of your dorm. Jimin follows closely behind you, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable this situation was for you.

“Aw nerd,” He giggles. “Are you feeling down? Because I can feel you up,” He smirks.

“Gross,” You say as you roll your eyes at him. “Do girls actually respond to that?”

“Yes they do, thank you very much,” He answers snobbishly. “Don’t worry nerd, I’ve got one that’s more your style.”

“And what exactly is my style?”

He clears his throat, a devious smirk on his face and you already know you’re not going to enjoy this at all.

“Can I be your enzyme? Because my active site is dying for a chemical reaction.”

“Christ, that was horrible,” You scoff, shaking your head in distaste.

“Maybe you’d like something more specific?”

“Nope, please just don’t,” You say putting your index finger to his lips to make him stop.

“I wish I was the enzyme helicase so I can unzip your genes.”

You purse your lips, trying not to let your smile show but Jimin knows better. He wags his eyebrows at you and you bring your hand up to your mouth, adding an awkward cough because you didn’t want him to think this was actually working.

“Oh my god, I’m going to barf,” You say, feigning disgust. “I’m just— yeah no,” You say with finality as you begin to walk away from him.

“I’m not done yet! Come back here!” You hear him shout, his heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway as he tries to catch up and you pick up speed, hoping to reach your door soon.

He chases after you, holding you in a light headlock when he reaches you and you giggle as you try to get him to release you.

“Jimin, stop!” You say between laughs as you claw at his arms. “I don’t want to hear another one.”

“But I saved the best one for last!” He laughs in return and you cover your ears with your hands, hoping to spare yourself from another one of his cringe-worthy lines.

He giggles, using his free hand, he pulls your hand away from your ear so he could whisper his final line.

“If I was an endoplasmic reticulum? How would you want me? Rough or smooth?”

You bite down on your bottom lip, trying to stifle a laugh but you can’t help it this time. He stares at your face and you look away, biting down on your lip harder in an effort to hold in your laughs as best as you can.

Your stifled laughs comes out in the form of cute snorts instead and you burst out in laughter soon after along with Jimin. He releases you in favour of wiping his own tears of laughter away and the two of you stand there, cracking up again each time the laughter starts to die out.

“Okay, not gonna lie but that one was pretty smart,” You say, laughing through your nose. “Is this what you do with your intro bio knowledge? Make greasy ass pick-up lines?”

He nods proudly, smiling down at you suggestively and you scowl at him.

“Anyway, I hope to God you don’t actually use those lines because they were atrocious.”

“Don’t lie nerd… You liked them and you know it,” He winks.

“Did not.”

“Did too!”

At this point, you’ve had enough so you only roll your eyes at him. You were simply too lazy to argue with him so you wave your hand at him dismissively as you begin to walk away. He smiles to himself, taking large steps to catch up to you.

“So…” He begins. “Smooth or rough? You didn’t answer,” He says with a smug look on his face.

You stop in your tracks and Jimin bumps into you lightly. He wags his eyebrows at you again when you turn to face him, amused that his tactics were working on you. You smile innocently before you step closer towards him, inching forward at an achingly slow pace. Two can play this game. Why should he have all the fun?

You hum and furrow your eyebrows slightly, pretending that you were actually thinking about the answer to his question. Jimin’s smirk widens, he didn’t think you’d actually tell him but if you were going to, he sure didn’t mind. You rest your body on his slightly, resting one hand on his shoulder while letting your index finger trail suggestively down the middle of his chest. You look up to see that smug smile of his suddenly disappear and you let the edges of your lips curl up into a smirk.

His eyes were now wide and lips pulled taut as he watched your every move with interest. You laugh internally at the sight. Who knew he’d be this easy to mess with? You move closer and you see Jimin still completely, his hands twitching nervously at his side.

He watches as you tilted your head to the side, your cheek barely touching his. He opens his mouth to say something, to ask you what you were doing but he felt his mind go completely blank when your fingers curled around the side of his neck softly.

You felt him shiver as your lips ghost the shell of his ear and you smirked, knowing full well that you had rendered him speechless. You hover above his ear, watching him grow increasingly impatient and confused.

Just when Jimin finally got his brain to build a coherent sentence, he feels your hot breath against his ear as you whisper your answer.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You ask before you pull away to wink at him.

You almost laugh at the expression on his face and you wonder if this is what you had looked like earlier in the day when he had said the same thing to you. You walk away from him, fully expecting him to run up to you to reply with a witty comment but when you turn back, you see him standing there, completely stunned and you laugh once again. Looks like the resident playboy wasn’t as suave as everyone made him out to be.

“I’ll see you around,” You say, waving him goodbye and you see him wave his middle finger at you with a sarcastic smile on his face. You smile, returning the gesture towards him before you disappear into your room. 

In the comfort of your room, you pat yourself on your back, a large smile on your face. Rendering Jimin speechless was truly a feat considering how he’d never stop talking once the sleazy part of him decides to appear. You smiled to yourself, it felt good to finally put him in his place, to give him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe he’d think twice before he tried anything on you again.

Physics, physics, physics. The bane of your existence. Your mind drifts in and out of lecture and you focus just in time to catch your lecturer writing down a new formula on the board. You’re not sure why you choose to sit in the first few rows if you never really pay attention to the lecture anyway. Actually, you’re not sure why you even choose to attend this lecture in the first place if you gained nothing out of it in general. Perhaps it made you feel better, like attending a boring lecture in itself was already an accomplishment.

When the bell rings and the professor rushes through his closing remarks, you finally snap back to reality. The sound of collective rustling urges you to begin packing your belongings too and so you do, dropping things into your bag at a snail like pace. As you put away your stationary slowly, you see Jimin making his way down the row to where you were sitting out of the corner of your eye.

“Nerd, can I see your notes later I—“

“Oh hey guys!” Jinyoung, one of the guys in your discussion section greets. His smile quickly fades and he narrows his eyes before pointing at the both of you. “Wait, hold up…” He says as he scrutinizes the marks on your neck and you tug your turtleneck higher, trying to hide them. “Ayy, looks like the both of you finally did it,” He laughs and you look over to see that Jimin hadn’t even bothered to wear a scarf to shield his neck from prying eyes.

“Oh my god, no,” You laugh as you wave your hands about in disagreement. “It’s really not what you think.”

“She’s right,” Jimin says, nodding and you exhale a sigh of relief, glad that he hadn’t decided to say anything stupid this time. “Whatever you think happened… think the same but 10x kinkier,” He smirks.

Son of a bitch

“Wait, what??”

“Nice!” Jinyoung exclaims as he nods approvingly. You watch as Jinyoung fist bumps Jimin and holds out his hand to high five you. You smack it away immediately.

“No! what the hell Jimin? Stop telling lies!”

“Lies?” He asks. “So are you saying this isn’t your handiwork?” He questions while pointing to the marks on his neck.

“I-I… ok fine yes that was me but this wasn’t you and—“

“No way,” Jinyoung interrupts, eyes wide and mouth agape, completely amazed. “So it was a threesome?”

Jimin merely winks and the boy high fives him. You put your hand in the way, attempting to stop them and Jimin is practically snorting at how flustered you looked at this moment.

“No, that’s not—“ You begin, trying hard to deny his statement but you stop mid-sentence, deciding instead to just sink into your seat because it wasn’t worth your time to try and disprove Jimin’s statement. You lick your lips in frustration and scoff at the situation, choosing only to continue packing your bag before walking out of the lecture hall. Jimin calls you by his endearing nickname for you but you ignore him, adjusting the straps on your backpack before turning around to leave.

Jimin chases after you, tugging you backwards by your bag just before you reach the exit of the lecture hall.

“Look, I’m sorry nerd,” He frowns. “It was just a joke, Jinyoung knows that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You say dismissively.

He turns you around to peer at your face and you simply frown at him.

“I mean it though, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I know,” You sigh. “I’m not upset… it’s just been a long day and I’m just being moody, sorry.”

“No, I mean I—“

“Listen, I have to go right now,” You interrupt as you glance at your phone to look at the time. “I’ll see you around yeah?” You say as you begin walking away from him. He hears you shout another quick sorry and he’s left standing there, feeling bad about how he had probably made your day worse.

Jimin doesn’t see you for the rest of the week and the weekend too. He feels horrible and he’s worried that he’d totally blown it with that stupid joke. He sends you a few texts to apologize again for it but you reply with smileys telling him it’s totally fine and that you really were just having a bad day that day. Over text, he can’t tell if you’re lying like you always do when you say ‘I’m fine’.

[4:37] You: Hey, I can’t make it to quiz night tomorrow because I have a group project ):

[4:37] You: But I’ve done the quiz and I sent you the answers through email

[4:37] You: At least attempt it yourself before looking at the answers yeah?

[4:42] Jimin: Lame… ditch the group project

[4:42] Jimin: You know I’m more fun to hang out with

[4:42] Jimin: Jk but thanks for the answers and yeah of course I’ll attempt the quiz myself first

[4:43] Jimin: Who do you think I am?

[4:43] You: You’re Jimin which means you’d try to get away with doing the least amount of work possible

[4:43] Jimin: Rude

[4:43] Jimin: Completely untrue

[4:43] Jimin: I’m quite possibly the most studious person you know

[4:45] You: Sure, whatever you say haha

[4:45] Jimin: It’s true ok

[4:45] Jimin: But seriously thanks for the answers

Jimin’s thumbs hover over the enter button as he contemplates sending out his next few sentences. He didn’t want you to think he was too concerned about you, because he wasn’t or at least that’s what he told himself.

Sighing, he locks his screen and sets down his phone. He looks away for a second then exhales a frustrated huff before picking it back up immediately to send the messages anyway.

[4:48] Jimin: Also nerd

[4:48] Jimin: You sure you’re alright?

[4:48] Jimin: Don’t work yourself too hard yeah?

[4:49] You: Haha I’m fine doucheface, don’t worry

I’m fine

He sighs as he reads those two words.

I’m fine, you’d always say when he asked if you were alright but he knew that you weren’t. You weren’t taking care of yourself, he could see that clearly. You had shed a few pounds since the beginning of the semester and the eye bags under your eyes seemed to grow darker with every time he saw you. He often hears you shift uncomfortably in your sleep, whining to yourself under your breath and he holds you tighter hoping that somehow he could help lull you to sleep but he knows that doesn’t work. You needed to talk it out but you always brushed him away. You never wanted to talk about the state of your mental health, that you had made clear to him. You had shot down every attempt Jimin had made at asking you about how you were truly feeling so, he only nods understandingly and bites back the comments that were waiting on the tip of his tongue.

The second week comes around and before he could catch you at the end of lecture, you disappear out of the hall. Never mind, I’ll see her at discussion, he tells himself but you never showed. He shouldn’t be this worried. He really shouldn’t be concerned when you’ve told him multiple times now that you were alright but he can’t seem to shake off the feeling of uneasiness that sat uncomfortably at the bottom of his chest when he thought about you.

He takes longer naps in your room, hoping to catch you when you come back from your classes but he never finds you there. He even decided to do his homework in your room, falling asleep after watching the latest episode of that Netflix show that the both of you usually watched together. He didn’t quite enjoy the episode even though it was as exhilarating as the others. It just didn’t feel quite right… watching it without you.

In the morning, he wakes up to find that you hadn’t returned to your room and he frowns to himself because you had probably slept over at the library again. He wonders if he should search the library for you later and drag you back to your room. If you continued like this, you would probably crash and burn before the end of the semester.

For someone who was just a friend quiz partner, he definitely worried about you a bit too much. God, he hated how you occupied most of his thoughts half the time. He pushed himself hard at training that day, wanting his mind to stop worrying about you but as soon as he steps out of the boathouse, his mind drifted back to the thought of you. To put it quite frankly, he misses you and that was a problem because he really shouldn’t be. You were meant to be someone he’d use to get good grades and if all went according to plan, you were going to be a simple hump and dump but hell, he hadn’t even slept with you yet and he was already so hung up on you.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: love my bio nerd jokes pls. took a lot of brain power to incorporate them. p.s: this is like 100% unedited, forgive me. FORGIVE ME.